The Retreat
Chapter 1
Sara's head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
As she slowly started to wake up, trickles of memory began to filter through her brain. She remembered feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she leaned in for a slow, deep, passionate kiss. Her mouth twitched into a smile as she recalled feeling her hands slowly caressing her thighs and then...
She was suddenly aware of a dull pain in both her shoulders and hips, and she opened her eyes with a start and a muffled groan. Shock turned to panic as she realized that she couldn't move. She frantically looked at her hands and feet and found them bound tightly to a large wooden X-cross. Her head swung as she scanned the room in a panic and saw HER. The drop-dead gorgeous blonde from last night! The woman sat with her legs crossed out before her, sipping a glass of red wine. She was wearing a black leather bikini and looked even more beautiful than Sara remembered.
"What is happening!?" Sara managed to stammer, as the shock began to take hold of her.
"Don't you remember? You told me that I could do WHATEVER I wanted with you," the woman chuckled softly.
That was when it all came flooding back at once. Sara remembered meeting Leah at the bar and instantly being drawn toward her. She didn't typically go for women (most of the time), but Leah was different. Alluring, beautiful, and damn sexy. But Leah had approached her first. Sara felt like a schoolgirl again when her crush would talk to her.
Leah had ordered drinks and led Sara back to a table in the corner. Sara remembered talking and laughing with Leah all night. She recalled feeling excited and happy when Leah asked her to come over to her place. She remembered making out in the cab and then being led into Leah's bedroom. She could still feel Leah's touches and kisses on her body.
Then it came to her. She had begged Leah to use her body for her pleasure, to do anything and everything Leah wanted to do. She must have blacked out after that. She wasn't sure just how much she had to drink, but figured it must have been enough for her to pass out.
"I remember," Sara said, with a voice filled with anticipation of what was to come.
Leah smiled in a sexy, mischievous way. "Good. Here are the rules. You speak only when spoken to. You address me as Mistress, or my lady, and you cum ONLY when I tell you to. There are no safe words. You are done when I'm satisfied. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Sara said, almost gleefully.
"Then let us begin," Leah said, as she set her wine glass down.
She stood up and walked slowly toward Sara. She started slowly, gently caressing Sara's breasts with her fingertips. Sara's skin tingled as she felt Leah's eyes scanning up and down her body. Her breath caught as Leah leaned in and took a nipple into her mouth. Leah pulled back and placed a gentle hand on Sara's face.
"Do you like that, my little pet?" she cooed.
"Yes, my lady," Sara breathed.
"That's a good girl," Leah smiled.
Leah began to flick Sara's neck with her tongue as her hand slid down her belly and began to tease her already wet pussy. Leah's fingers sent electricity coursing through her, and she twitched involuntarily.
"Mmmmmm, someone's eager," Leah moaned.
Leah's fingers expertly spread Sara's pussy lips apart, and slid a single finger deeply inside. Sara groaned in pleasure. This woman, so beautiful and sexy, knew exactly how to use her fingers. And Sara wanted more.
"You ARE going to be a good pet for me, aren't you?" Leah asked.
"Yes, my lady." Sara breathed.