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As Christine pulled away, Danielle was oddly disappointed and lifted her hand to Christine’s breast and pressed her mouth forward for another kiss. To Christine’s utter delight, and Danielle’s own amazement, Danielle did not make it home that night.

The End

Thief in the Night

Chapter 1

Talia lay back on the bed, arching as her girlfriend Carrie, began to kiss her way down Talia’s body. She loved watching Carrie moving over her. Even though Carrie was four inches shorter than Talia and delicately boned, when they were lying down in bed, none of that mattered. Carrie was still in charge and she managed to make Talia feel both small and delicate, even though Talia was bigger and sturdier.

With her pale blonde hair that went just past her shoulders and big blue eyes, Carrie looked like an angel come to life. Talia had short dark-brown hair she wore in a pixie cut and dark-brown eyes to match. Their friends were always shocked to learn that Carrie was the dominant one in their relationship.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby… put your hands up above your head.” Carrie tongued around Talia’s brown nipple, making the little bud pucker even tighter as it anxiously begged for attention. “I want to use the cuffs tonight.”

Just the thought made Talia’s pussy wetter. She loved being totally at Carrie’s mercy, and she obligingly put up her hands, curling her fingers around the vertical bars in the headboard. Instead of cuffing her right away, Carrie sucked Talia’s nipple between her pink lips as a reward for obedience. Talia whimpered and tightened her fingers around the bars. Whenever Carrie did this, Talia wanted to slide her fingers through the blonde mass of Carrie’s hair, but that wasn’t part of the game tonight.

Instead, she had to wait, moaning and lifting her hips, trying to get more contact between her body and Carrie’s, as her girlfriend hovered over her on all fours, sucking and nibbling on her nipple until it felt like it had swollen to twice its size while its partner ached for similar attention. Her fingers felt like they would break the bars off the headboard… but of course they wouldn’t. They’d had this bed specially made when they first moved in together so they could play their games and not have to worry about whether the furniture could stand up to them. The bars were wood, but they had a steel core, and there was no way Talia could break them.

When Carrie lifted her head again, her blue eyes flashed with hot desire, and she quickly secured Talia’s wrists in their favorite pair of leather cuffs with the soft, fur lining, the chain between them going around the slats so Talia wouldn’t be able to lower her arms. Carrie paused to tweak Talia’s nipple before she moved down to Talia’s legs and put cuffs on them as well, spreading Talia’s ankles wide and securing them to the bed, rendering her completely helpless.

Excitement pulsed through Talia as her girlfriend moved back up on top of her and latched onto Talia’s neglected nipple with her mouth, fingers sliding between Talia’s thighs and up to her pussy lips. She was almost completely shaven, except for a small strip on the top of her mound, and she moaned as Carrie’s fingers played over her bare flesh, teasing the sensitive area but not dipping between the wet lips.

“Please, Carrie, touch me,” Talia begged, her hips lifting as a physical counterpart to her need. “Put your fingers in me, I need it so bad.”

Carrie bit down on Talia’s nipple, making her gasp and writhe, as her fingers slid over Talia’s clit and between her soaked pussy lips. The little snap of pain, combined with the heady pleasure of Carrie’s fingers stroking her pussy, had Talia’s head spinning. It felt so good. She tugged on her restraints, her arousal increasing as her movement was restricted by the cuffs.

Three of Carrie’s fingers pushed inside her, stretching her inner muscles and making her cry out as Carrie began kissing down the soft slope of her stomach; hot, little kisses that tickled and aroused at the same time.

“Oh yes…” Talia shuddered as Carrie’s tongue slid around her clit, her fingers moving slowly, rhythmically. “Faster, please, Carrie!”

Her plea was ignored, as she’d known it would be, but she’d had to make it, anyway. When Talia was tied up, Carrie liked to take her time. It wasn’t unusual for her to whip Talia into a frenzy and then stop just short of giving Talia an orgasm, playing with her in other ways instead, until Talia was crying with need. It turned Talia on when Carrie made her wait, even if it drove her crazy while it happened.

Talia moaned and lifted her hips up and down, trying to press her clit more firmly against Carrie’s tongue, attempting to thrust Carrie’s fingers into her. Carrie licked her swollen clit with firm, long strokes, setting Talia’s nerves quivering as her orgasm built. Even knowing Carrie likely would pull away before she could climax, Talia couldn’t stop herself from trying to build the pleasure faster, her body crying out for it.

Looking down at Carrie’s blonde hair bobbing between Talia’s legs, her blue eyes staring up the length of Talia’s body, watching her with hunger, ass high in the air, always turned Talia on. Right up until a small movement just past Carrie caught her eye, and Talia screamed—not in pleasure, but in shock and fright, and just a tinge of anger.

A woman stood in the doorway, dressed in all black, with a mask over her face. If she hadn’t moved, Talia might not have seen her.

Talia’s scream startled Carrie out of her actions and her head spun around. She was still crouched between Talia’s legs, fingers in Talia’s wet pussy. Both froze as the woman lifted her hand, the dim light of the bedroom glinting off the gun she held.

“Don’t move,” the woman said, her voice husky.

Fear shivered over Talia, cold and sharp, her pussy clenching around Carrie’s fingers, which lay still inside her. Oh god… She was naked and tied to their bed, and Carrie… well Carrie might be the boss in bed, but she was so much smaller than Talia. So much more vulnerable, physically.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” The woman sounded sincere, although that didn’t comfort either Talia or Carrie much. The woman moved into the room, gun still pointed at them, and she walked around to the side of the bed, keeping her distance. She was at least five feet away. Even if Carrie lunged for her, there was no way she would reach the woman without being shot. And Talia… Talia was worse than useless in this situation. “Keep going.”

“Keep going?” Talia squeaked out, totally taken off guard.

“Yes,” the woman said, her voice even huskier. She waved the gun at Carrie. “Keep fucking your girlfriend. I want to watch.”

Oh god…

Talia shuddered. The invasion of their privacy like this was traumatic. And yet, what else could they do? Carrie looked at her, eyes apologetic, and Talia nodded, giving her girlfriend the permission she needed.

She was sure the mood had been shattered, but when Carrie leaned down and started licking her clit, Talia’s body was just as quick to get into the groove again. It was awkward as she bit back her moans, not wanting the armed intruder to hear her pleasure, uncomfortable with the unintended exhibitionism. Not that the woman was looking at Talia’s face: her eyes were locked onto Talia’s pussy and Carrie’s moving lips and tongue, Carrie’s fingers as they moved in and out of Talia’s body.

Talia closed her eyes and turned her head away from the woman. Maybe she should just get off. Then maybe the woman would leave them alone. Maybe she just wanted to see what a lesbian couple was like in bed, and once she had, she would go away.

Pleasure mounted as Talia tried to convince her brain nothing was wrong. She focused on the sensation of Carrie’s fingers gliding in and out of her, pressing against her g-spot, and Carrie’s tongue swirling around her clit. She moved her hips, her body beginning the climb toward orgasm again… and then something changed. There was no way to describe what it was, but something was different.