Hi readers! Working a little out of order with this one. Sam and Sylvie are two characters that are very near and dear to me. I wrote their story during a particularly tough time in my life and I have since decided to give them a better story. While writing their original story was cathartic, it is not something I'm comfortable sharing nor is it a particularly good story.
After outlining, re-outlining, writing, and revising over and over again, I'll be honest-- I just wanted to give them a fun scene.
Enjoy!
A couple of quick notes:
- There is some BDSM in this story.
- Sam uses they/them pronouns. If you can't wrap your head around that idea and/or you don't think the story belongs in the "lesbian" category because of that, figure out how to wrap your head around it and come back to read another time. Or don't - I don't actually care. But they belong here and I am not here for harassment about gender identity-- take that nonsense elsewhere. I realize that saying this in this tone will earn me some spitefully low ratings, but the alternative is me having to endure hate about my own identity. Because that's what you are doing when you attack my characters' identities - you are attacking everyone who identifies similarly.
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Sam
"It wasn't very fair of you to taunt me like that, you know," Sylvie whispered in Sam's ear as she tested their restraints. "You know those marks are only for me to see." She pressed a long, wet kiss behind their ear and Sam melted, leaning back and trying to make contact with the woman behind them.
Sylvie slid away from them, letting Sam fall awkwardly on their side. They wiggled to try to get their knees back under them again while she laughed at them. "Fuck, baby, you look so... desperate... like that," she mocked before letting out another laugh, this one a little more dramatized than the first as she slipped further into character. "Come on, back on your knees for me, baby."
Sam managed to get back to their knees but didn't have much perspective for where exactly they were on the bed. "I'm not going to fall off the bed, am I?" they asked, wiggling their nose to try to move the blindfold enough to look down at the bed.
"Over here, Sam. Come to me," Sylvie called from their left. Sam walked on their knees towards her voice with their hands still restrained in leather cuffs behind their back. While the position left them exposed and helpless, it was how they felt safest -- with Sylvie fully in charge.
"Do you remember your safe words, baby?" she asked, tilting their chin up and sliding the fabric covering their eyes down. She swiped a few strands out of their face and smiled sweetly at Sam. They recited the words back to her, trying to keep the smile pulling at the corners of their mouth from showing.
"You're so good for me," Sylvie told them before kissing them deeply, licking into their mouth while her fingers pressed into the back of their skull. She swallowed a low moan from Sam's throat as she swung her leg over theirs to straddle their quads. She was soaked through the lace harness Sam had gotten her on their sexiversary and they could feel her heat through the wet fabric.
Sylvie pulled back abruptly, leaving Sam panting and chasing her lips with their eyes still closed. She chuckled at them and slipped the blindfold back into place.
The weight shifted on the bed, then disappeared. Sylvie must have gotten up-- Sam couldn't feel her presence anymore. She loved drawing out the suspense while Sam got themself all worked up with anticipation.
They pushed themself up onto their knees to wait for Sylvie to return, something they didn't need to be told to do but knew it was what she expected. And Sam always wanted to exceed Sylvie's expectations-- they wanted her to be proud of them.
Sam didn't know for sure where Sylvie was or what she was doing, but they imagined she stood on the opposite side of the room, watching them. Watching as they swayed slightly on their knees and reacted to their own fantasies about what would come next. Watching them squirm while they waited for her to return, which they exaggerated a bit, just in case she really was watching them.
Sylvie never did anything without talking to Sam about it first, but there was a long menu of possibilities that they'd consented to being surprised with over the last few years. Their "funishment" could include any number of activities, involving any number of toys and, as long as Sam could handle it, any number of orgasms.
Sam had never been comfortable enough to ask for what they wanted in bed. There were so many ways they were already "different" or "not normal" that they didn't want to add another to the list. They used to consider themself lucky to even have a date, let alone go home with someone. There was no way they could have asked someone to inflict pain on them.
But just as she had in so many other ways, Sylvie had helped Sam understand what they wanted and needed. She gave them the courage to ask for what they wanted and praised them when they did. They would never tire of hearing her tell them that she was proud of them, nor would hearing how good they were for her ever get old.
Sam's "violation" was more of a signal than an act of defiance. Sylvie had, as she usually did when they went out with friends, marked Sam just below their collarbone before they went out that night. The jealousy issues that had once caused them both unnecessary heartache had long been resolved, but the couple had not only found catharsis in role playing, they had fun with it.
Sam and Sylvie loved hanging out with their friends and they were excited for Beckett and Kelsey, really they were. But the most exciting part of going out wasn't the actual going out and seeing friends, though they did enjoy that. The best part was the hours of anticipation for what they knew came
after
the night out.
Sylvie, as she tended to do, had been teasing Sam by insisting that they stay much later than the two had initially talked about. Every time she caught Sam looking at their watch, she grinned in a way that told them she was toying with them. It was foreplay. She was edging their arousal, working them up when she knew they couldn't do anything about it. Occasionally, she'd even ask them if they were ready to leave, only to tell them that she didn't think they wanted it badly enough, regardless of how desperately Sam was to feel her touch.
After several attempts at asking nicely, Sam pulled out the emergency 'if you don't fuck me soon, I might die' card and flashed the hickey Sylvie had given them to get her immediate attention. Luckily, the rideshare driver that took them home after the party had read them completely wrong and left on the very loud club music he'd been playing when he picked them up from the bar. It had provided great cover for the whines that Sam couldn't hold back when Sylvie had started kissing their neck in the third row of the unnecessarily large vehicle.
"You're going to pay for that,"
she'd said before pulling their lobe between her teeth.
"Did thinking about how
hard
I'm going to make you come tonight make you so desperate for my attention that you risked showing everyone how I mark you?"
