Denied

Sarah was in the hotel room doing pushups when she heard the taxi pulling up. It was a small hotel, and it was an early hour. Club must've closed late, she thought as she pushed herself up and stood. She moved into the bathroom and flicked on the light.

For a moment she stared at herself, She should be getting close. Staring into her gray-blue eyes she could see the effects of the alcohol. She pulled her shoulder length black hair out of the pony tail and shook her head, letting it fall down around her face. 12, 11 counting the steps up to their room, she twists on the faucet, mostly hot, with a touch of cool water.

She striped then stepped into the stream of water, letting the shower scald her sweaty body. Applying the loofa she began to exfoliate her body, scouring along her reddening skin. 2, 1 Sarah was running the cheap, complimentary hotel shampoo through her hair when she heard the room door open.

Her shower finished, she turned the water off and stepped out. Brushing her teeth before she wrapped a towel about her slender body, tucking the side in to keep it from slipping down as she returned to the bedroom.

The room smelled like cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sex as Sarah walked back into it. It was too much for her already repressed urges, and the lowering of her inhibitions from the alcohol pushed her just over that fragile little edge. Salem lay facedown on the bed as Sarah moved toward the little closet area, pulling a length of rope out of her bag.

She let the towel fall off her body as she moved back over toward the bed.

"Sarah?"

"Yah, it's me," she responded as she stood over the bed. Quickly, moving forward she pinned Salem to the bed. A knee against her neck discouraged Salem from moving while Sarah, breath moving heavily out of her lungs, began to wrap the rope about Salem's arms.

"Sarah!? Sarah stop!"

"I can't take it anymore," Sarah growled as she yanked the last knot into place...

"Sarah? Sarah please..."

"I can't.." She could feel herself exciting. She moved quickly and flipped Salem onto her back and put a small but strong hand over the other woman's mouth.

"I can't stand it anymore Salem." Tears ran down both their faces as Sarah lightly caressed Salem's jawline. Sarah's mouth opens and she almost said it, almost confessed. But didn't. Angrily, she tore Salem's clothing from her body then used one of the pieces to blindfold her, and another served as a gag.

With Salem restrained, Sarah reached out to the nightstand for her knife to cut off the remaining clothing. Shaking as she lightly caressed Salem's club-stained skin, tears fell lightly from her eyes. She gently slid her hands behind Salem's back and lifted her onto her knees. Her hand brushed lightly over the tears that had crept out from underneath the blindfold, but still she set her mouth on Salem's body. Kissing, licking, touching, tasting what had been forbidden to her for too long.

As her mouth reached Salem's breasts, she lifted one hand from Salem's back and began to caress herself, fondling her small breasts as her mouth played with one of Salem's nipples. Then, her hand moved slowly downward, fingers drifted past the neatly trimmed patch of hair. Sarah worked her fingers against her swollen clitoris, pants and moans accompanying the licks and bites she delivered upon Salem's body. The hand still at Salem's back clenched, and Salem's body tensed and writhed at the strong pressure against her spine, her own moans muffled by the clump of cloth in her mouth.

Sarah reached the release of so many long months of torturous longing and denial. A soft, punctuated moan denoted the release, and Sarah's body spiked into overly curved posture. Her other hand left Salem's back and the other woman fell to the bed.

Sarah leaned down over Salem, her hand running lightly along her side as her lips rested almost on her ear. "I wish I could fuck you senseless."

With that, she abruptly turned Salem back onto her chest, flicking the knife through the bindings and then tossing the blade back onto the nightstand. Sarah stood, lifting the ropes from the woman's body and dropped back onto the other bed. She crawled underneath the blanket, and with her back turned to Salem, she closed her eyes and silently cried.