Lucy’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes full of desire. Their lips met, and like always, the passion that flowed between them robbed Kelly of her senses. Lucy’s arms wrapped around her and Kelly melted into the embrace.

When the need to devour every inch of Lucy became too much, Kelly broke the kiss. “You took your punishment well.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“Now for your reward.”

Lucy watched with rapt attention as Kelly picked up the rope and ran it through her fingers. It snaked across Kelly’s palm like a rough caress. “What do you think I’m going to do with this?”

For the second time that afternoon, Lucy’s eyes darted left, then right. “Tie me up?” she asked, her voice excited, her gaze wary.

Kelly tied a knot in one end of the rope, forming a small loop.

“Correct, I’m going to bind you, but loosely enough that you can slip free if we need to make a quick exit.”

Kelly smiled, and any tension that had been between them vanished on a gentle breeze.

In seconds, Lucy’s wrists were bound, the front of her gorgeous body completely exposed to Kelly. Arms back, breasts thrust out. It was another image Kelly added to her mental snapshots of Lucy.

“How do you feel?”

Flashes of their first night together ran through Kelly’s mind when Lucy replied in kind.

“Exposed, vulnerable, excited.”

While Kelly could relate to the last part, she was in awe of Lucy for putting herself in such a vulnerable position.

The mere thought of being restrained, especially out in the open, freaked Kelly out. Thankfully, that would never happen. Kelly couldn’t imagine Lucy ever ordering her to do anything, much less Kelly obeying her commands.

With a hand on each breast, Kelly rolled Lucy’s nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Lucy’s eyelids lowered, then flew open when Kelly squeezed and twisted, hard enough to elicit a yelp. Not intending to cause any lasting pain, she released the taut peaks and sucked one then the other, soothing the ache and drawing little whimpers from Lucy.

“Fuck.” Lucy moaned. “I want to touch you so bad. To run my fingers through your hair.”

As if they were connected, the mere suggestion of Lucy running her fingers through Kelly’s hair made her scalp prickle.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kelly saw Lucy’s hand flex. The rope around her wrist prevented her from touching Kelly, and served as a silent reminder she was at Kelly’s mercy.

Anxious to feel skin on skin, she released Lucy’s nipple with a pop and plastered the front of her body to Lucy’s. The heat rippling between them was off the charts.

Time stood still as Kelly luxuriated in the warmth of Lucy’s skin, the wonderful scent of her hair, and the stunning green eyes holding her captive.