Eternal Acquiescence

The contrast of cool fabric and warm fingers caressing her skin sent shivers through her and she held her breath when the brunette's palms flattened against her back. She wondered if Liz could feel her heart pounding and decided it would have been impossible not to. She wasn't entirely certain that the brunette couldn't actually hear it, the pounding was so powerful.

Liz leaned forward until Jade could feel each breath against her spine. She couldn't resist the intricate tattoo there and reached out with her tongue. She traced the heart in the center and received a tiny moan from the blonde. The sound, it seemed, was the beginning of the end for the brunette. With lightning quickness, she pushed the dress down Jade's shoulders, grabbed her upper arms and spun her about before the dress even hit the floor.

A startled gasp escaped Jade but was silenced as Liz's full lips crushed against hers in a deep, demanding kiss. Powerless beneath her mistress' hunger, Jade melted into the brunette, getting lost in the kiss she'd been waiting for all day. Try as she may, without reaching for the brunette, Jade moved ever closer until her entire body, down to her thighs, was pressed against the taller woman. If it was possible, she would have climbed inside her lover and happily stayed there forever.

As it was not possible, she let out a satisfied whimper when Liz's arms wound around her, squeezing tighter by the moment until the very act of breathing grew laborious. Jade groaned into the brunette's mouth when the taller woman loosened her hold, causing the zippers on her jacket to scrape over her captive's lace covered nipples. The throbbing between her legs reappeared with a vengeance and she ached for her mistress to take her, but Liz had other ideas.

She broke the kiss abruptly and released the hungry blonde, moving behind her and shedding the black leather jacket. Jade, realizing she was naked but for her bra and shoes, stood breathless and stared out at the ocean. She listened intently for any sign of what her mistress might be doing, but dared not turn around until instructed to do so. Arms at her side, thighs clamped firmly together, heart pounding and eyes wide open, she waited.

"Remove your bra, slut."

Jade complied quickly, noting the deep, airy quality Liz's voice had taken on since the kiss. She felt her nipples stretch and tighten as the late afternoon air kissed them for the first time. She almost jumped when Liz's hand closed around her right wrist, bringing her hand to rest on the back of her head. Liz then followed suit with the left before raking her fingernails down the blonde's back, over her ass and down the length of her legs.

"Have I ever put you in danger, girl?"

Jade was confused and instantly recognized the firm tone of voice as one of mild accusation and ire.

"No, my Mistress."

"Then there is no excuse for your disobedience downstairs," Liz stated plainly.

"No, Mistress," Jade answered quietly.

"Do you trust me?" Liz asked as she wrapped a thick band of leather around one wrist.

"Yes, of course, Mistress," Jade replied, adoring the weight and tightness of the bonds around her wrists.

Liz reached around her and opened the large glass door, flooding the light chamber with the scent of salty air and the incessant crash of waves below. She pushed Jade into the doorway, taking one wrist and clipping the D-ring it to an I-bolt in the frame. The little blonde's eyes went wide as several puzzle pieces fell into place. Liz had been here. She knew the lighthouse was unoccupied. She had fixed the bolts where she wanted them and stored her equipment there for tonight.

Both hands firmly clipped in place at forty-five degree angles above her head, Jade located the sun as it lazily dipped in the sky. Inches from the ocean, glowing orange and gold, she would have been transfixed by it under any other circumstances. As it was, she hung her head in shame. She'd been tested and failed. The day's events were quickly catching up to her and she felt her grip on things slipping. All the surprises, the constant arousal, the lingering anticipation and the knowledge that she hadn't trusted Liz were hammering at her in the worst way.

"Stand up straight, girl," Liz commanded. She nudged the blonde's feet to the side until they were shoulder width apart and stepped away. A loud smack broke the silence between the women and Jade bit her lip hard to keep from crying out as a rush of tingles and warmth rushed into her ass. The suddenness of the slap had caught her unaware and she felt as if the world had spun off its axis.

"You're anticipating me, slut. You know better," Liz said very close to her ear before delivering another sharp slap to the blonde's rounded ass. The blonde's body jerked in surprise and Liz knew Jade was on the verge of breaking down. Knew the focus was not there and that the little woman was punishing herself far worse than she ever could. It was a testament to how badly the little woman needed to let go, to be taken, to be completely controlled.

Liz flattened her hand against the pink handprint on Jade's ass, feeling the growing warmth, but more so, letting the blonde feel her. I'm here, her hand seemed to say, as it slid over her girl's bare hip. Feel me, it demanded as it closed around a jutting nipple, pinching firmly. Remember me, it coaxed, sliding up the little woman's chest and curling around her neck possessively.

A visible change occurred in Jade the instant warm fingers wrapped around her neck. Any and all self-admonishments or nerves gave way to the deep sense of belonging she felt when her mistress held her this way. Unspoken possession flowed from those fingers and soothed her mind, taking her to the place inside that she felt most herself. A place of peace and calm, devoid of paradigms or precedents and so special in its rarity that she latched onto every passing second and clung to it with all her might.

So relaxed was she, that the unexpected breath against her bare shoulder produced no outward reaction from her. Breath after breath of gentle air coasted over the surface of her skin, producing goose bumps along her chest, back and arms. Her anticipation gone, Jade floated on the joy of knowing that she was little more than a vessel for her mistress' pleasure. The logic and reflex centers in her brain went dormant when she felt the cool kiss of leather slide along the sides of her neck, cinching tighter as the clasp was fastened and locked in back.

"It's been too long, little one. Too long since I placed this collar on you and exercised my desire at the mercy of your voluptuous body," Liz said, her voice taking on a sinister edge and thrilling the woman before her to no end.

As was her habit, Jade tugged at her bonds, testing them for strength and range of motion. Liz watched the little ritual and while she didn't fully understand it, she knew it was a good sign. Over almost as quickly as it began, Jade breathed deeply and finally stood still. Liz moved in behind the smaller woman, letting her forehead rest against the base of Jade's neck

"Tell me," she said against Jade's spine as her hands slid around the blonde's sides and covered her breasts, kneading them roughly.

"Your slut is sorry, Mistress. I won't doubt you again."

"See that you don't."

Liz stepped into the blonde, hugging tightly with her arms and grinding her hips into Jade's lush backside. Her hands went to work, kneading the small breasts beneath them until determined nipples grew firm and pressed into her palms. She had never known a more responsive lover and thrilled at the way Jade's body reacted beneath her touch. Hungry for more, she slid her hand down the blonde's belly, over her clean shaven mound and pressed the length of her finger into Jade's slit.

Pleasantly surprised by the slick texture she found, Liz inhaled sharply, again grinding her hips into Jade's ass. The little blonde shivered hard as Liz's fingers manipulated her clit, pleasing her with firm circular strokes one moment and then shifting to feather-light caresses the next. A throaty moan filled the lighthouse as two fingers filled her pussy, causing her to thrust her hips forward in search of more pressure.

Liz growled into Jade's back and pushed away from her as though the bound woman was suddenly too hot to touch. She turned her back, clutched the railing and re-centered her focus. Her stance was rigid and her breathing was slightly off as a bead of sweat rolled ominously down her neck. She pinched her eyes closed for a moment before standing up straight, roughly pulling her fitted, white t-shirt over her head and dropping it at her feet.

Turning back to Jade, she studied the lines of the woman's back. Classic lines along her slut's neck and shoulders, called to her lips. Smooth, creamy skin interrupted by various tattoos sent strong electric currents to her nipples. Intensely strong thighs and calves, reminded her of the many times they'd been locked around her waist as she fucked her girl. Liz let her gaze wander back up the blonde's body admiringly. On the verge of commenting on Jade's beauty, Liz's moment was interrupted when her own hand entered her field of vision, reaching of its own accord to touch the beauty before her.

Damnable weakness, she thought to herself, as her inability to resist the blonde crested yet again. Reaching quickly for her belt, she unfastened the silver buckle and yanked the long leather strap from her waist. With lightning speed, she folded the belt in half and sent a powerful slap to the blonde's ass with it. Jade moaned softly, her head falling forward as her body relaxed. Liz ducked under Jade's arm and stepped onto the balcony of the lighthouse.

She flung the belt into the ocean and turned on the panting woman with a look of raw need in her eyes. She reached forward, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, and jerked the blonde's head up until their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still as they stood, face to face. Eye to eye. A captive and her tormentor. Two beings reduced to their most basic animal nature. A strong breeze blew in off the water, pushing Liz's curly brown hair forward until it hung wildly over her face.

Jade licked her lips as she looked into her mistress' eyes, saying just as much with the simple gesture as Liz had with her belt only moments before. A deep and unspoken understanding passed between them, inciting Liz to bare her teeth and dive at Jade's neck. She thrilled at the feel of yielding flesh as she bit her girl. Jade moaned loudly and pulled at her bonds, desperate to meet the hunger in her mistress bite for bite.

Liz reached up and pinched Jade's nipples harshly, biting her again and snarling against her flesh when the blonde lunged at her, teeth bared. Moving away quickly, the brunette ducked past her girl and reached into her bag again.

"Where did my hesitant girl go?" Liz called over her shoulder sarcastically.

"Use me," Jade responded harshly, eliciting a wicked laugh from her mistress.

"I hardly think you're in any position to be making demands, girl. Now shut up and close your eyes."

Jade moved to look over her shoulder in the direction of Liz's voice.

"Now!" Liz commanded sharply, her voice reverberating through the glass chamber and cutting through the haze of lust to reach the saucy blonde.

Jade complied with the order, turning back to the ocean and taking in the last vestiges of sunset before lowering her head and closing her eyes. Liz reached out and dragged her nails over the blonde's back. Again Jade moaned and leaned into the sensation, begging for more. Liz reared back with the long horsehair flogger and landed the first blow over her girl's right shoulder. Jade's hips rolled forward as the tips of the flogger snapped over her shoulder, striking her chest and nipple to send an intense heat straight to her core.

"That's my girl," Liz said, narrowing her eyes and drawing back again to repeat the action over her opposite shoulder.

Jade's body shivered in delight as her mistress went to work with their favorite toy. The sounds of Liz's soft grunting, horsehair swishing through the air and the distinct sound of hundreds of tiny tassels striking her skin was music to the bound woman's ears. Every strike, strategically placed and methodically delivered, was answered with a moan or a gasp as Jade soared ever higher in her quest for ultimate release.

Hunger consumed the brunette as her arm recoiled time and time again, each lash conveying the depth of her desire, her need. Not just any need, but need for this woman alone. No other had ever evoked such passion, desire and lust in her. A powerful, controlling emotion that could only hope to be filled by her girl's complete surrender. Jade absorbed every ounce of pain, understanding what drove her mistress.

It was that very need that twisted pain into pleasure for Jade, bringing a string of lusty moans from her boldly painted lips. A whirlwind of emotion, sensation and passion merged to bring them both a sense of freedom and empowerment, attainable only when their darker sides were unleashed.

The sharp sting of each blow translated almost instantly to a warm rolling pleasure for Jade. Each powerful smack of horsehair became an erotic caress. Jade's hips rocked in rhythm to the thrashing and her skin was soon covered in a light sheen of sweat as Liz panted behind her. Pausing to remove her black bra, Liz watched as a powerful shudder rocked the smaller woman's frame.

"A little too warm in here for the shivers, slut," she said sternly.

"Please," Jade breathed.

Landing a sharp blow to the blonde's thigh, Liz's eyes narrowed.

"That doesn't tell me anything, girl. Say what you mean and mean what you say!"

"Please, Mistress. I need you."

"What is it you need, slut?"

"You!" Jade cried in desperation. "I need you. Need to feel you. Use me, my Mistress. I'm yours."

Liz unleashed a hail of blows to the blonde's back, ass and legs until Jade's knees went weak and she could barely stand.

"Please, God, Please let me cum," she screamed.

"Cum for me girl," Liz growled, striking her again and watching in awe as Jade's body went rigid, every muscle straining as her climax gripped her.

Liz stood, transfixed by the sight before her as the little blonde convulsed and writhed once more before her knees buckled entirely. Stepping forward in an instant, Liz wrapped her arms around Jade's torso and held her to remove the strain on her wrists. With a final shudder, Jade's body went slack, her head falling back to rest on Liz's shoulder. Breathing heavily, they stood basking in the aftermath of a session more powerful than the great Atlantic Ocean beneath them. Each woman lost in their own silent reverie of the whirlwind of emotions just experienced.

"Thank you," Jade rasped against Liz's cheek, to which the taller woman responded with a deep kiss.

Infused by the closeness of her mistress, Jade gained her feet and turned into Liz as much as her bonds would allow. Liz broke the kiss and ducked beneath the blonde's arm to stand before her on the balcony. Naked from the waist up, Liz slid her hands over her damp skin as Jade looked on. Paying special attention to her pierced nipples, she touched and teased herself until the smaller woman began straining against her bonds in an attempt to get to her.

"What's the matter, slut?"

Jade pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at the taunt. Liz continued, sliding her hands down her abdomen and unbuttoning her jeans. Her eyes never left Jade's face as she lowered her zipper and reached inside to massage her pussy. A telling moan escaped her lips as she pressed the damp material of her panties into her slit.

"Mistress," Jade growled softly.

Liz either didn't hear her or was blatantly ignoring her and leaned against the railing behind her. One hand toyed with the curved stud in her nipple while the other continued its languid massage on her pussy. Jade was torn between a voyeuristic dream come true and her raging desire to please the softly moaning brunette. She still struggled for freedom, albeit weakly, but seemed resigned to watch for the moment. The uniqueness of bearing witness to such a private moment always captured her focus.

Liz's need for release was nearly palpable and Jade looked on as the brunette's head fell back. The hand at her breast now clung to the railing as the intensity of the massage increased. Jade's thighs were pressed tightly together in a vain attempt to provide any sort of pressure to her aching pussy as she watched her mistress' hand slide beneath the black lace panties.

"Please!" she cried, finally gaining Liz's attention.

"Was there something you needed, girl?" Liz asked, pushing away from the railing and closing the distance between them.

"Please let me taste you, my Mistress."

Liz traced a slick finger over Jade's lips and felt goose bumps race up her arm when the greedy blonde sucked it into her mouth. Abruptly pulling it from Jade's hot mouth, she unclipped the cuffs from their respective bolts and pointed to the ground at her feet. Jade fell to her knees and looked up at Liz expectantly. Turning her back on the smaller woman, Liz dug her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and jeans and pushed them all the way to her ankles. Bent at the waist, her pussy glistened mere inches from Jade's face, bringing a soft whimper from the blonde. Liz casually stepped out of the jeans and leaned forward, catching the railing as she fell.

"I'm waiting."

Jade's lips were on her pussy immediately. Liz moaned and pushed back, grinding her pussy against the blonde's face. Jade's tongue was everywhere, diving inside, sweeping the length of her slit, manipulating her clit, pushing her ever closer to the point of no return.

"God, Yes! Fuck me!" Liz cried.

Her knuckles went white around the railing and her legs shook uncontrollably. Jade moved to lie down on the balcony and reached up, wrapping her arms around Liz's thighs. She pulled the brunette to her knees and once again buried her face in her mistress' pussy. Liz released the rail and ploughed her fingers into Jade's short blonde hair, forcibly pulling her closer. Her body stiffened and a long low moan rumbled in her throat as Jade's tongue pressed deep inside her.

Jade moaned and grunted into Liz as the taller woman rode her face with wild abandon. She looked up the brunette's body, drinking in the sight of her woman's face. Lost in her own maelstrom of pleasure, Liz chewed her bottom lip, biting down hard when Jade's fingernails sank into her thighs. Her grip on the blonde's hair tightened ten-fold, wringing a sudden cry from her slut's lips. Neither woman faltered, so hungry were they for absolute ownership of one another's pleasure.

"There's my little Tigress," Liz grunted, giving one final twist with her wrists before releasing Jade's hair. "Well don't tease me, you little slut! If you're gonna scratch and bite, do it right!"

Jade dug her nails into Liz, dragging them down her back and over her ass. Liz stiffened and moaned her pleasure so loud Jade almost took it for a scream of pain. The brunette rode down even harder now, her pussy covering the blonde's nose and mouth until she had to fight for breath intermittently. Jade wouldn't have had it any other way and scratched Liz again and again, harder each time.

Liz panted wildly. Short, quick breaths Jade had come to recognize as the only outward sign of her lover's pending release. Digging in once again, Jade clawed at Liz's back as her tongue ravaged the writhing woman's clit. The low growl emitted from above was the only warning she got before Liz's world exploded. Jade's arms wound tightly around her mistress' thighs in a desperate attempt to remain connected as Liz's hips bucked, grinding her pussy against her girl's face.