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Lydia loves her job—of course, she loves her job. She put herself through years of studying and working her way to the top in order to secure it. Every day, she oversees freight all over the Southwest. More often than not, she also takes extreme precautions to ensure that nobody knows about her side business with Gustavo. It’s work that requires the utmost care, and she respects the situation she’s in. She’s efficient, she’s good at what she does, and just as important: she has the respect and loyalty of her employees.
She will admit this to herself: by the end of the day, she’s exhausted. Not only that, but her anxiety is through the roof. She’s broken several laws today, willingly, but that doesn’t stop her from having a stress response. She needs to take care of this before it boils over.
So, she dials Kim’s number.
“Kim? Hey, it’s me. I was wondering, are you free this evening?”
“Yeah. I'm off of work,” Kim doesn’t hesitate to answer on the other end of the phone call. “What's up? Do you want to come over to my place?”
Lydia doesn’t hesitate to reply, “Yes. That would be amazing. Thank you for inviting me over.”
“No problem at all. Come on over whenever you’re ready, okay?”
“Okay then,” Lydia says. “I’ll see you soon.” When she hangs up, she feels a faint whisper of relief; she won’t have to deal with her stress on her own. She can think of a number of things she could do with Kim that might very well help her.
Even the drive from Madrigal to Kim's apartment feels exaggeratedly long and tedious; Houston is such a high-traffic city during rush hour. The cars in front of her appear to stretch on for miles. Even so, Lydia persists, finding comfort in the knowledge that she'll be seeing Kim soon.
Once she makes it through the traffic and over to Kim’s place, she wastes no time walking to the door. Kim welcomes her in with a smile as she opens her door, looking happy to see Lydia. She's wearing a grey silk blouse that immediately catches Lydia's eye—and black slacks. How gorgeous.
“Hey, it’s good to see you. How was work?” She gestures for Lydia to come inside, and Lydia follows her in.
“Stressful,” Lydia honestly admits. She takes a glance around Kim’s apartment; it’s always so neat and well-decorated. It feels like a safe haven compared to the office she’s spent all day in. Even if she enjoys her office, it eventually gets tiring to stay there for too long. She takes a deep breath, adding, “It wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle, but I’m exhausted from overthinking.”
“I bet,” Kim says, giving her an understanding look. “You want a distraction?”
“That would be fantastic.”
“Great. Uh, is there anything you’d like to do together?”
Kim has given her too many choices by simply asking her such a question. Lydia’s mind is already overwhelmed with scattered thoughts. “I have no idea. I’d love to do anything with you, honestly. I’m just… so overwhelmed from keeping myself together all day.”
“I can help you with that.” Kim steps close to her, and the few inches of height difference between them suddenly feels much more significant.
Lydia looks up at her, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. Her eyes are wide and full of wonder. “Y– you can? That sounds… lovely.”
A slight smirk shows on Kim’s face, almost cocky. She moves in even closer, lowering her voice to a deep, velvety tone when she asks, “Are you tired of being in control?”
Lydia can feel Kim’s hot breath against her ear. It makes her quiver in anticipation. She nods. “I… I am.” Swallowing dryly, she feels her hands go clammy and her heart race. Kim is so close to her, and it’s making her heart flutter and her legs feel weak.
“Would you like me to take control for you?“ Kim all but whispers.
It’s almost too much for Lydia. “God, yes,” she breathes out, incredibly turned on by how Kim is speaking to her. “Please do.”
It’s within moments that Kim has her pinned against the nearest wall, and Lydia stands there limply with her mouth slightly open. She’s speechless, and when Kim closes the gap between them with a hungry kiss, she’s more than happy to reciprocate. Kim’s lips are even softer than she remembers them being.
When Kim pulls her head away from the kiss, her breathing has turned heavy. “I’ll take care of you,” she says, and she reaches for Lydia’s hand.
Of course, Lydia doesn’t hesitate to take her hand. Her heart is racing as Kim leads her to her bedroom, which isn’t far at all, considering the apartment’s size.
“Have a seat,” Kim gently commands, gesturing to her bed once they reach her room. “There’s something I want to try with you.”
“Okay,” Lydia replies, sitting on Kim’s bed. She’s already aroused and she can feel it building between her legs as she awaits the other woman. It doesn’t take much to turn her on when she’s with Kim. “What is it?”
“Well, if you’re comfortable with it,” Kim begins softly as she shuffles through her drawer, “I’d love to tie you up.”
Lydia feels a shiver of excitement run through her. “Wow,” is all she says at first, trying to find the words. “I think… that would be amazing.” She laughs softly beneath her breath.
Whenever Kim’s taken even a slightly dominant role in bed, Lydia has always enjoyed it. This is much more straightforward, and she already loves it.
Kim produces a couple of silky-looking scarves from her drawer, showing them to Lydia. “I don’t exactly have any rope lying around,” she explains with a lopsided grin, “but I think this should do. It’ll probably be more comfortable, anyway.”
Lydia nods, still blown away by the reality of what’s to come—excited, too. “That sounds, um… that sounds good.”
“Can you do me a favor and strip a layer or two off first?” Kim asks, stepping closer. “I’d hate to mess up your nice work clothes.”
“Y– yes, Kim,” Lydia stutters out, beginning to hurriedly slip off her blazer. “Anything for you.” Anything to make Kim happy, as it thrills her too; she’s already so eager to get to the good stuff. Lydia’s skirt comes off next, and then her blouse, and then she kicks off her Louboutins at last. Her bra and underwear follow shortly after.
“That’s a good girl,” Kim says, stroking Lydia’s cheek with her hand. Oh, god. Oh, god. It feels so wonderful to be touched in such a way. Kim continues, asking, “Can you hold your wrists out for me?”
Good girl. That’s a rare treat, a rare praise to receive, and fuck, it fills Lydia with need. She nods, and ever so obediently, she presents her wrists to Kim. She gasps as Kim takes one of the silk scarves, wrapping it around her wrists with utmost care and tying it off with a firm knot. “Oh, my…”
The feeling of pressure around her wrists is… indescribable. She wiggles her hands around a little and is pleasantly surprised by just how immobilized she is.
“Is that comfortable?” Kim asks her.
“It is,” Lydia replies affirmatively. “Do we, um… need some kind of safeword, or special signal?”
“You can just tell me if you want me to slow down or stop. I promise I will,” Kim reassures her, shaking her head. “Unless you don’t want to talk…?”
Lydia stares up at Kim, practically in a daze. She considers the option and the implications behind it, deciding she doesn’t want to go too far, or too fast with whatever Kim has in store for her. She’d rather be eased into it. “No. No, that’s okay. This is good for now,” she says with a shy little smile, perfectly satisfied. “I’m… I’m already enjoying where this is going.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad you’re having fun,” Kim replies, leaning over Lydia once again and asking in a smooth tone, “Do you want me to do your ankles, too?”
For a moment, Lydia’s breath catches in her throat. Then, she shyly replies, “If you don’t mind…”
Kim gives her a quick kiss on the lips—short, but sweet. “Of course, I don’t mind, as long as you’re comfortable.”
Lydia offers her legs to Kim, feeling her heart race all the while. “I’m comfortable,” she replies, her voice a quiet murmur. “I can assure you of that.”
“Lay down on the bed,” Kim instructs, firm but with a hint of excitement in her clear blue eyes.
“Okay,” Lydia says, practically stumbling back onto Kim’s bed. With her wrists bound, it’s a little difficult to position herself and sit down, much less lay down, but she eventually makes it onto the soft sheets.
Next, Kim binds her legs together, tying her ankles together by wrapping and layering the scarf and finishing it up with another knot. When she’s finished, she steps back about a foot to look over her handiwork. Or, maybe she’s admiring Lydia, going by the look in her eyes. “How does this feel?”
For a moment, Lydia quietly assesses just how she feels, taking in the physical sensation of being bound. It occurs to her that she actually feels much more content now than she did at work. One could easily assume that to be the difference between being somewhere professional and somewhere safe—and, sure, that’s part of it—but she actually finds herself feeling calmer when restrained. Her breathing slows just a little as she lays there, staring at the ceiling and considering her own willing helplessness.
“Lydia?”
Oh, did she forget to respond? “Oh, excuse me.” Lydia looks back up at Kim, nodding her head. “I like it,” she answers, not exactly verbose but nevertheless honest. Laughing quietly under her breath, she keeps her gaze focused on the other woman for what could be perceived as an intensely long time. There’s a little smile on her face when she adds, “I suppose it’s… nice, to give up control for a while, if I’m being honest.”
Kim grins. “I’m sure you could use a break from being the boss all day, Lydia.” Sliding onto the bed beside her, she hives over Lydia and runs a hand through her hair. “You’ve taken care of yourself for so long, but when was the last time you let someone take care of you?”
Lydia blinks back at Kim with widening eyes. “It’s been… a while,” she admits, “but I’d— I’d really like to be taken care of—by you.” By now, she has no other option but to let Kim take care of her; she’s completely at the other woman’s mercy. Thinking of that leaves her quite thrilled in a way she wouldn’t have anticipated.
“I can arrange that,” Kim says, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
Lydia reciprocates eagerly, and when Kim begins to stroke her hair, she can’t stop herself from letting out a needy moan against the other woman’s lips. This is where she’d ordinarily have her hands all over Kim in an ordinary scenario, but the restraints keep her at bay and all she can do is kiss her lover eagerly.
…That is, until Kim pulls her head back, hovering over her and meeting her gaze. “Are you feeling okay so far?”
“Yeah,” Lydia doesn’t hesitate to reply in a breathy tone that edges on desperation. “I am.” She’s never trusted another person so much before; there’s something to be said about her feeling that way when Kim has her all to herself, though she can’t quite find a description for it right now.
Kim leans in to kiss her again, but this time it’s shorter than the last and she moves down lower, pressing her lips to Lydia’s jawline. It feels absolutely incredible, but it leaves Lydia wanting so much more than just kisses, especially when Kim’s lips move down to where her jaw meets her neck, just below her chin.
“Kim…” With how Lydia says her name, it’s practically a needy whine; she surprises herself by how much she enjoys the desperation.
She feels Kim’s hot breath against her skin as she continues to kiss along her neck, giggling softly under her breath all the while — the sound of her low, sultry voice drives Lydia mad. Instead of replying to her right away, Kim continues to kiss her, moving closer to her ear and gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Oh, god. Oh, god.
“Yeah,” she whispers into Lydia’s ear, her voice enough to send shivers down one’s spine, “What is it?”
“Keep going,” Lydia practically begs. “Please.”
“I will,” Kim says, “but just relax, okay? There’s no rush. I want to enjoy every inch of you.”
Lydia nods, complying with Kim in spite of her arousal. “Okay,” she replies, inhaling shakily. When Kim's lips return to her neck, she feels her breath get caught in her throat. “Oh, my god.”
“You like that?”
“I love it,” Lydia tells her with an excited shudder. “If… if you want to touch me, I really wouldn't mind.”
Kim leans back, eyeing her intensely. “Would you mind,” she begins, bringing her hand to Lydia's cheek and cupping her face, “if I touched you like this?” Stroking Lydia's face, Kim lets her thumb rest upon Lydia's lower lip.
Lydia presses her thighs together, afraid she might not be able to handle such close contact without melting. “Go on.”
There's no doubt this is providing an effective distraction from the stress of work.
Kim must be able to feel the shakiness of Lydia's breath when she begins to rub her lip, her thumb inching closer toward her mouth. “You're doing so good, being patient for me.”
Wow. Lydia isn't used to being talked to in such a way, but it certainly gets her going. “Y– you're worth the wait.” After a whole day of sitting at her desk, working and stressing, Kim's affection is incredibly rewarding.
“So are you,” Kim tells her, her voice filled with adoration. Her thumb slips past Lydia's lips, brushing against her tongue, and Lydia is left awestruck. “I'm really enjoying taking my time with you.”
Lydia blinks back at her, at a loss for words. It's as if her mind has short circuited. She can't think straight; she just wants Kim's hands all over her, wants every ounce of Kim's affection. When Kim's thumb returns to her lip, Lydia can't help but smile, which causes Kim to grin as well. She's absolutely radiant.
Kim moves in closer, bringing her hands to Lydia's shoulders, and goes in for another kiss. Their lips brush together in a kiss — soft, almost teasing from Kim. Lydia, however, is very interested in this new show of Kim's dominant side, and leans in closer to her, kissing her with much fervor. She enjoys every moment until Kim pulls away, almost too soon.
“I really want to touch you right now,” Lydia breathes out, gazing at her with endless longing.
“Maybe if you behave,” Kim replies teasingly, “I'll let you, once we're done here.” She places her hand on Lydia's bound-together hands, slipping her fingers between hers and holding one of her hands.
“I'll behave,” Lydia assures her, squeezing Kim's hand. It feels so nice to get to touch her again, even in this small way. “I'll be good for you.” Her gaze fixates on Kim's shirt, a shiny material that reflects the soft evening light coming in through the bedroom's curtains.
“That's what I like to hear,” Kim drawls, keeping her hand with Lydia's and pressing her lips to her forehead. Her hand slowly trails up to Lydia's collarbone, then to her shoulder, finally pulling her toward her lips for another slow, intimate kiss. Lydia enjoys the moment, and when the kiss breaks, Kim looks at her with what must be adoration in her pretty blue eyes.
“Would you like me to touch you more?”
“Please do,” Lydia replies, her unwavering gaze focused on Kim. She's completely lost in the moment, her attention entirely on the other woman. She longs to be touched.
Running a hand through Lydia's long, dark hair, Kim smiles—her hand trails along her chest, fingertips gently tracing the swell of Lydia’s left breast. Her touch is light and Lydia trembles under it, craving more.
Lydia can feel her breath speeding up when Kim’s thumb brushes over her nipple. “Oh…”
Kim eyes her, a smile on her face. “You like that?”
This earns a nod in response. “I… I do.”
“Good.” Kim touches her with more pressure, cupping her breast in her hand. “I love your body. I don’t know if I’ve told you enough.”
It’s difficult to concentrate when Kim is touching her chest like this, but Lydia replies, “I love yours, too,” she gasps. Even if she can’t see much of Kim’s body right now. There’s something thrilling about being touched by a fully-clothed, nicely-dressed woman. In a way, it makes Kim seem much more dominant. “I– I really like your shirt.”
Kim laughs beneath her breath. “Thanks,” she replies, “I’m so excited to feel more of you.”
“Me too,” Lydia breathes out, her legs beginning to tremble as Kim kisses her neck again. “I’m… looking forward to that.”
“Are you?” Kim’s breath tickles her neck as she shifts her hand to Lydia’s right breast, toying with her incredibly sensitive nipple. The sensation is overwhelming. “Tell me how much you want me.”
Lydia can barely control her breathing. “Oh, my god,” she pants, her voice barely above a whisper. Her ankles, still firmly tied together, fidget against the restraints put in place. “Kim, I… I need you.”
Kim hovers over her, her icy blue eyes meeting Lydia’s, her gaze intense. For a moment, it’s difficult to read her expression, but before Lydia manages to do so, Kim goes in for a kiss. Her hands shift away from her chest to run through Lydia’s hair as their lips move together in a steady rhythm.
Lydia’s back arches as Kim kisses her, her eyelids fluttering closed as she leans up into the kiss. She lets out a needy moan against Kim’s lips, her hands fidgeting and managing to get a grasp on the fabric of Kim’s shirt for the tiniest bit of support.
Her ability to maintain the hold on Kim’s shirt is severely strained. She sighs contentedly as she parts her lips for another kiss, taking her time to explore Kim’s mouth and send delicious shivers through her as she does so.
After several minutes of passionate kissing, Kim pulls back and looks down into her eyes. Lydia is nearly out of breath, but she revels in the pleasant dizzy sensation as Kim’s fingers trail across her cheek, trailing down her neck and then tracing the base of her collarbone. Her fingers creep around to the front of her body, along her chest and down past her stomach—then, she stops just above that sensitive area, resting on Lydia’s pelvis.
“Kim…” Lydia’s voice is filled with desperation that she can no longer conceal; she aches for Kim’s love like never before.
“Are you ready to keep going?” Kim asks, her tone of voice gentle but still maintaining the dominant quality that drives Lydia wild. She traces Lydia's lower abdomen with the tips of her fingers, her touch teasingly light.
Lydia doesn't hesitate to nod. “Yes… Please.” She can barely take it any longer; arousal has overcome her ability to think rationally. “God, I'm so ready.”
Kim doesn't rush into anything; she takes her time with deliberately slow movements, sliding her hand between Lydia's legs as if she's touching the petals of a delicate flower.
Of course, Lydia feels it instantly, eyes closing and thighs clenching around Kim's hand. “Ah…”
“You've been enjoying this, haven't you?” Kim pulls her fingers away, her digits coated in Lydia's slick arousal. “I might even think you like being so submissive to me.”
Oh, Lydia doesn't just like it. The truth is more than that, in fact. “Kim, come on…”
“Hey, I want to hear your thoughts,” Kim tells her sternly, keeping her fingers away from Lydia's body. “Be honest with me, okay?”
Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Formulating a sentence is so difficult right now.
Lydia swallows hard, and then she nods. “I'm really enjoying this,” she gets out, her voice halfway towards a whimper. “I'll accept w– whatever I deserve.”
A grin grows on Kim's face, and she shifts her position so that she's on top of Lydia, straddling and leaning against her. The sensation of her body's weight and warmth is absolutely euphoric. “You're being such a good girl.”
Kim's hand returns between Lydia's legs, slipping a couple of fingers past her wet folds. When she finds her clit, Lydia audibly gasps.
“Do you like this?” Kim asks in a husky tone as she presses their bodies together. Her other hand moves to Lydia’s face and she strokes her cheek, her thumb grazing her bottom lip.
“Of course, I do,” Lydia replies, practically purring as Kim slowly circles her clit.
Kim’s thumb rests upon Lydia’s lip, close to her slightly-open mouth. Her breath catches as she catches sight of Lydia's tongue dancing across her lower lip. When Lydia’s tongue meets Kim’s thumb, Kim’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Whoa,” Kim says, her dominant role faltering for a brief moment. It would seem that Lydia’s discovered a turn-on of hers.
Lydia smiles up at her, rocking her hips along with Kim’s other fingers. “Did you– did you enjoy that?”
Kim quickly nods. “Yeah,” she answers, noticeably interested.
Smiling, Lydia is eager to please her domme girlfriend. Her tongue darts across Kim’s thumb again, but this time she’s met with Kim slipping her thumb into her mouth.
It’s Lydia’s turn to be surprised.
“Kim,” Lydia pleads around the other woman’s thumb, gazing up with fluttery eyes at the blonde. She can taste where Kim’s thumb has been—not that she minds.
“Can I try a couple of fingers?” Kim asks.
Lydia’s not even sure if Kim is talking about her mouth or her sex, but she nods regardless, giving the other woman full permission. Much to Lydia’s enjoyment, Kim adds another finger to massage her clit. Then, Kim slides two fingers into Lydia’s mouth.
“You’re amazing,” Kim tells her, leaning into her.
Lydia lets out a contented noise as Kim’s fingers work her over, and she swirls her tongue around on the second set of fingers she’s not using on her pussy. Then, she closes her lips and begins to suck on Kim’s fingers, earning a moan from the woman on top of her.
“Lydia,” Kim gasps, “Oh, that feels great.”
Lydia tries to say, ‘Likewise, ’ but it’s difficult to speak with a full mouth. So, she just closes her eyes and moans, her lips firmly wrapped around Kim’s fingers. She’s in a state of pure bliss; she absolutely loves the thrill of giving Kim control of her. It’s as if she can truly let go, without worrying if she’s saying or doing anything wrong. She feels so secure.
Kim’s other fingers, between Lydia’s legs, begin to pick up pace. Lydia squeals, a tingling sensation building inside her from Kim’s touch.
“Was that okay?” Kim asks.
“Ahh,” is all Lydia can moan out in response, having trouble forming proper words. She nods affirmatively, however, wanting Kim to keep going. That seems to convey her enjoyment well enough; Kim smiles down at her.
The sensation of Kim on top of Lydia, fingers pinning her tongue down and scarves binding her limbs—it’s everything Lydia could have hoped for. It’s such a pleasant experience, emotionally and on a sensory level. She’s not even nervous; she trusts Kim wholly.
When Kim decides to shift her fingers into Lydia, the thrill is comparable to nothing else. Kim gently thrusts info Lydia’s body, drawing a delighted moan from her.
A few moments later, Kim pulls her other hand away, taking her fingers out of Lydia’s mouth. They leave with a trail of saliva, and she uses her hand to support herself, resting it on Lydia’s hips.
“You’re doing a great job, Lydia,” she praises.
Lydia is on cloud nine. “Faster,” she says, referring to Kim’s busy hand. “Please, I– I need you to go faster!”
“Okay,” Kim says, almost too casually. She picks up the pace, but not abruptly so—it's more of a steady increase in speed that builds into something incredible. Each thrust pushes Lydia closer to the edge of an inevitable climax. “Do you like this?”
Quickly, Lydia nods, her hips shifting rhythmically as she pushes herself harder onto Kim's fingers. “Yeah,” she pants, practically seeing stars. All she can think about is Kim and how amazing it feels to submit to her, to be the sole recipient of her attention and affection. Kim is everything—her domme, her closest companion, and the only person she'd ever show this side of herself to. The trust Lydia has in Kim is undisputable. “Kim, oh my god—”
“Are you close?” Kim asks.
Lydia nods.
“Good. I want to feel it when you come.”
Fuck. Lydia can barely handle it; she's nearly there. The way Kim talks to her, looking down with a dominant but undeniably adoring gaze—it's so endearing. Kim is so gorgeous, and Lydia feels incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful woman in her life. It's that very thought that brings Lydia to a powerful orgasm; she lets out a cry as her inner walls clench around Kim's fingers. Suddenly, all of the energy she built up throughout this encounter has left her body and she's overcome with a feeling of relaxation.
Kim carefully pulls out of Lydia and climbs off of her. She lays down next to Lydia, resting her hand atop her chest. For a moment, the two women lay there in silence, catching up on breath and basking in the afterglow.
Lydia has no idea what time it is, but it feels like they've been at it for a while now. The light from outside has faded to a deeper shade through the blinds, and Kim's apartment suddenly seems so quiet.
After a few moments pass, Lydia is the first to break the silence. “That was amazing,” she softly says, turning her head to get a good look at Kim.
Smiling back at Lydia, Kim is rather content. “I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” She reaches out to touch Lydia’s hands, a sensation that barely registers. “Let’s get you untied.”
Nodding, Lydia says, “Yes, please.” She holds her wrists out to Kim, waiting patiently as the blonde unties and unwraps the scarf. When Kim frees her hands, Lydia is surprised by how little energy she has—her hands immediately fall to her sides. She hadn’t expected to end up feeling a little sore.
“How are you feeling?” Kim asks, pressing a quick kiss to Lydia’s forehead before sitting up and reaching to untie her ankles.
It takes a moment for Lydia to think of a response. “My arms ache a little from being in the same position,” she admits as she waits for her ankles to be released. “I’m… um, still coming back from everything.” Her mind is still somewhat in that headspace—there’s a part of her that wants to please Kim still, to be good for her.
“That’s okay,” Kim says, finally untying Lydia’s ankles. She returns to Lydia’s side, giving her another kiss, this time on her cheek. “You did such a great job.”
“Thank you,” Lydia replies softly, smiling tiredly. “I really enjoy hearing that from you.” Nobody else could make her feel so special, so important.
“Well, I really mean it.” Kim rests a hand on Lydia’s head, running a hand through her hair. She notices right away when Lydia shivers. “Want a blanket?”
“That’d be great, if you don’t mind.” After all, Lydia’s completely exposed, and she doesn’t exactly feel like going through the effort of putting her work clothes back on.
Kim sits up. “I don’t mind at all.” Ever so carefully, she drapes the blanket from her bed over Lydia’s bare form—and over herself, too. Snuggling up to Lydia, her body warmth coupled with the cover of the blanket is a fantastic combination.
“Thank you,” Lydia tells her, “for everything.” Wrapping an arm around Kim, she pulls herself in closer, resting her head in the crook of the other woman’s neck. She’s so happy—it’s rare that she feels this way, but she’s genuinely overcome with joy.
“Anytime,” Kim tells her. She gives Lydia a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips, and the two women relax against one another, enjoying their time together.