Byron put her hand on her top button and paused. “Do you want it?”

“Yes. Please, Principe?”

Byron would love Amelia to suck her, but she sensed Amelia’s request that she keep her uniform on was so Amelia could feel her pressed against her, taking her, using her. “Not just now. Get up.”

Byron helped Amelia up and led her by the rope to the end of the wrought iron bed. She pulled Amelia close, so she could feel her hard strap-on pressing into her. Byron reached around and clasped Amelia’s breasts.

They both groaned, and she pressed her face into Amelia’s neck, and let her teeth graze the soft skin around her pulse point. “You smell so good, Amelia.”

“Thank you,” Amelia said.

Byron kept a tight hold of the rope, and of Amelia’s wrists behind her back. She could feel Amelia pressing her bottom into her groin, and even moving her hips back and forth in small movements.

Byron ran her hand from the base of Amelia’s spine and down into her sex. She was soaking wet. She allowed her fingers to wander briefly into Amelia’s wet sex.

“You want this badly. Don’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Amelia groaned.

She pulled out her fingers and offered them to Amelia’s mouth. She greedily sucked them, and Byron knew she couldn’t wait much longer. Byron moved her lips to Amelia’s ear and said, “I’m just going to take you where you stand.”

Amelia replied with a moan. “Oh yes.”

Byron pushed Amelia forward over the wrought iron bedstead until she bent at the waist, undid her trousers, and pulled out her strap-on. She rubbed it up and down Amelia’s wetness a few times and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you while I drink from you.”

Amelia shivered. She loved it when Byron spoke that way to her, and being totally restrained was making her more turned on than ever before. They played with restraints all the time, but always very light ones—Byron’s ties, scarfs, things like that.

But Amelia wanted to organize something special for their wedding night, something she knew they would both enjoy. She was probably enjoying it enough for both of them. The feel of Byron’s uniform pressed against her was so hot. It made her feel like a camp follower, used for this officer’s pleasure.

Amelia gasped when Byron pushed the tip of her strap-on inside her. Byron let her get used to the feel of it, whilst rocking her hips. Inch by inch, Byron filled Amelia up. They both groaned when it slid fully in.

Byron began to thrust, and Amelia felt so incredibly full, and so utterly taken. She tested her bonds to remind herself that she couldn’t move, and she felt herself clench around Byron’s strap-on.

Byron whispered, “This is what you wanted?”

“Yes,” Amelia groaned, “I wanted your cock inside me—and your teeth.”

Byron seemed to be overcome with lust at that last remark, because she bit into her neck straight away and began thrusting inside her faster. She could hear Byron’s murmurs of pleasure as she drank her blood and took her body.