Never once in our lives had she ever said apples in bed. Or even yellow.
“We can stop anytime you want,” she said as she started buckling the second cuff to my other wrist, “I won’t use winning the bet to make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable or unhappy.”
“O… okay.”
She’d trapped me. She knew I was a stubborn bitch, that I didn’t like to back down. At the same time, I knew that she knew I’d have never let myself get maneuvered into this situation if she hadn’t won the bet. I liked to be in charge, and Jill liked me to be in charge. That was the way things were supposed to be. But tonight she was flipping the script. I thought back to the Foo Fighters song that our band used to cover and recalled the lyrics.
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you, you’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when.
I knew I was going to let her do whatever she wanted. And I probably wasn’t going to say apples or yellow.
Probably.
“God, you look hot in those,” she breathed softly.
I remembered saying the exact same thing in the exact same way the first time I’d put them on her. I hadn’t put a blindfold on her that time though.
“Okay, scootch back,” she started guiding me back on the bed, “Little more. Yep, right there. Lift your head up baby.” I felt her slide a pillow under my head.
I felt her moving around on the bed and then she took one of my hands and stretched it out.
“I thought I took those out years ago,” I said as I felt her start to tie something to the chrome D-ring built into the cuffs. I knew it had to be the rope we used to have coiled under the bed tied to the sturdy feet at the corners of the headboard.
“I put them back.”
“When?”
“Last weekend.”
I let out a bark of laughter. “You little minx! You knew goddamn well you were going to win our bet didn’t you? How long did you research odd trivia to make sure I couldn’t score on you?”
“Why baby, I would never do that, that would be almost like cheating,” she said while she moved across me to start on the other wrist. “I won fair and square with my superior knowledge of the genre.” I could hear both the lie and the smile in her voice.
“All done. Can you get out?”
I gave an experimental flex. She hadn’t left me much slack.
“Nope, you got me wrapped up tight.”
I figured I could bust out if I really wanted to, but didn’t want to spoil her fun.
“Good.” She straddled my hips and I could feel the rough lace of her panties rub across my mound, then I gasped sharply as she gave my nipples an unexpected pinch.
“Too hard?”
“No, just surprised me.”
She moved down my body and left soft, wet kisses along my neck, shoulders and breasts. I sighed when she took one of my nipples into her mouth.
I felt her kneel between my legs, and then she was working on the neoprene sleeve, pulling it down over my knee and gently sliding off my prosthetic. I felt her move to my side of the bed and set it on the floor where I usually kept it at night.
I was fully naked, aside from the leather cuffs. I thought that I’d felt exposed flying around in an open-door helicopter in skimpy workout gear, but this was an order of magnitude worse. Having the blindfold on seemed to magnify the sensation of being on display. I could almost imagine dozens of pairs of eyes around the room watching me, helpless and unable to sense those around me. It made me even more uncomfortable.
I also discovered, when Jill knelt between my legs again and rubbed my pussy, it had made me even more wet.
“Mmmm, yes baby,” she purred. “I’m gonna have fun with you.”
She briefly fingered me then withdrew, eliciting a moan of disapproval from me. She made up for it quickly as I felt her long hair fall across my hips and stomach as her tongue found my clit.
“Damn that feels good,” I whispered.
She gave a happy hum, and I spread my legs wider for her. After a few minutes I started really squirming.
“C’mon babe, you know what I want!” I growled in frustration.
“What do you mean?” She said innocently, and sat up. I felt a finger start running up and down my folds, teasing me. “Something like… this?” Her finger plunged into me, briefly rubbed my spot and withdrew.
“Yes, goddammit!” I groaned.
She ran her hands across my hips, stomach, thighs, before returning to dip briefly inside once more then withdrew again.
“You tease!” I growled.
“Maybe something bigger than my finger would be nice?” She continued to caress my skin.
“Yes, anything, just enough with the teasing!” I knew if she plunged my favorite vibrator into me I’d come in a second.
“Okay, hang on.” I heard her move off the bed and start to rummage in the toy drawer again.
“Hurry!” I pleaded as she took her time.
“One sec love, it’s all the way at the bottom.” I heard rustling, but it didn’t sound like digging in the drawer. Finally I felt her weight on the bed again and she moved between my legs once more. I could feel her hair trace across my skin as she moved up to kiss me. Then I felt it.
“Wait.”
“It’s okay.”
“Hang on a damn minute.”
“Jo, do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“I think you’ll like it, baby.”
I felt her hand move down between us, and something nudged at my opening.
“Okay,” I said, my voice shaky.
“I love you, Jo.”
She lowered her hips and the dildo penetrated me, a couple inches, then stopped.
“Too much?”
“It’s… really thick… but… no, you can keep going.”
She rocked her hips back and forth a few times and soon enough the strap-on was fully buried in me. I could feel the leather harness around her hips pressing into my skin.
She kissed me, then ran her lips along my ear and I shivered.
“Is this okay?”
“You know that I’ve never once in my life said or thought ‘I just want some dick’, right?”
She giggled at our inside joke.
Jill had always been open with me about being bisexual. She’d told me that she only ever had romantic feelings towards women, but sometimes she “just wanted some dick.” After we’d gotten together, I’d always been able to satisfy that craving for her with the harness and dildo that she’d apparently slipped on more quickly than I’d ever managed before.
But I was a grade-A, dyed-in-the-wool lesbian. Never once been with a man, never once been even the slightest bit curious to try. She’d asked me a couple times if I’d ever wanted to try this, and I’d always said no. It was a little bit contradictory, the fact that penetration got me off harder than anything else, but I’d shied away from this nonetheless. It just always seemed… too close to being with a guy for my comfort.
But it was feeling pretty good at the moment.
Jill started moving her hips again and as the thick shaft spread me open each time she slowly but insistently pushed into me, I started to warm up to it.
“Do me a favor?” I whispered.
“Anything, baby.”
“Take off the blindfold.”
She slipped the sleep mask off my head and I blinked at the now surprisingly bright candle light. I looked up and suddenly everything was okay.
Jill hovered over me, holding herself up with her arms. Her blue hair was draped over one shoulder, and tickling my arm. Sometime while I’d been blindfolded she’d taken off her underwear and her naked breasts swayed between us as she rocked into me.