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The moment the zipping noise filled the air, Tory released her breath. The satin bounds felt nice under her touch and the dark pink color looked perfect around her lover’s wrist. How did LaRusso manage to always look good in such a cursed color? After a lifetime of waging war against the girliest chrome, Tory fell on her knees for it. It wasn’t funny to her. The irony was cruel, and it didn’t end there. “Does it hurt?” she asked, rubbing the skin around the bounds.
“It’s okay,” Sam answered.
“I’ll tighten a bit. Let me know when it’s enough.”
Sam nodded.
“And I mean enough.” Tory repeated, putting her lips right above the smaller girl’s ear, “Not when it’s cutting off blood flow.”
LaRusso smiled mischievously.
The bonsai was kneeling in the middle of the bed, hands on her back and head held high. The way her long curls cascaded down her exposed chest would leave Nichols drooling if she wasn’t still busy tying her present. A couple of strands brushed gently over the girl’s light brown nipples, tickling them slightly. Because of the elbow high length, the hair hid most of her breasts, leaving only the nice round underside exposed.
Covering her intimacy, she has a baby pink panty with lace at the brim. It was cute, like her. Sam had admitted that she picked some nicer models after sex became a routine, but Tory didn’t mind the old panties. Sure, the new ones made her horny faster, but Samantha could be fully clothed and still cause her girl balls to fill.
Sam felt the increase of pressure around her wrists and held her breath. She wished Tory was just a little less careful with her, but the blonde wouldn’t waiver. Nichols was determined not to get Sam back into the hospital and apparently kinky sex could do that. How miserable, Sam thought.
Behind her, the blonde measured her strength carefully, pulling the satin knot slowly. It was rather tempting to see her girlfriend like that, but she had to stay in control, even control herself.
“You can tighten more,” Sam asked.
“No. That’s good enough.”
“But I can escape this.”
“I’m not really holding you hostage.”
“Awww,” Sam pouted.
Nichols laughed loudly. “Just use your imagination, princess.”
The blonde jumped out of bed and got rid of her own pajama shorts. It was one of the very few sets she had. If Sam had not gifted her an actual sleeping attire, she would still be sleeping on old worn out shirts. Right in front of her, her naughty girlfriend watched with an adoring smile. Sam just loved watching her angry blonde kitten doing anything. Tory used to feel embarrassed by those looks, but now she thrived under them.
Noticing the silly smile on LaRusso’s face, she flashed a grin at her and winked.
Even with her hands bound, Samantha made a ‘come here’ gesture with her finger. Nichols shook her head at their silliness and walked around the bed to approach her from the front. The view was divine. Her bratty sub looked like a Christmas Gift with that enormous bow holding her hands, wearing nothing but those panties. The messy wild mane was just the cherry on top.
“My Christmas is here,” Tory joked, ogling at her own work. “So hot… And here I thought Santa didn’t like naughty girls.”
“The rules change when you grow up,” Sam argued.
“Oh, is that so?”
Climbing on the mattress, on her knees, Tory stopped right in front of her girl. She reached for Sam’s face and brought her into a gentle kiss. She immediately recognized the sweet flavored gloss and smiled in spite of herself. It went unnoticed by her when the girl applied that. But it wasn’t surprising. LaRusso spent way too much time inside a girly clique not to learn a bunch of feminine habits. Tory would never complain. She went for it, sucking those round lower line. Her tongue slid across her girlfriend’s lips, taking away all the tasty product. Sam moaned, leaning in and silently begging for her to take more. Though she wanted to, Tory had to push her lover away.
Sam whimpered in frustration.
“You cannot play slow, can you?”
“You keep toying with me!”
“Of course! That’s what dolls are for!”
Sam fidget in her bounds, “I wasn’t like this until you let me get a taste of it.”
“Bad present. Don’t talk back to your Dom.”
The brunette showed her tongue.
Tory didn’t mind one bit. She settled herself against the backrest of the bed and then dragged LaRusso to her lap. She just had to grab Sam around her hips, placing both hands in her butt, then lift. Sam straddled her nicely, blowing a strand of hair away from her face.
“Thanks, Santa,” Tory joked with a lustful smile. She simply did not know where to look first.
Her hands began caressing LaRusso’s thick thighs, up and down. Her fingers closed around the flesh, gathering a fistful of it before kneading it like a dough. Two hands couldn’t be enough for all she wanted to touch at that moment.
Seeing how busy Tory hands were, Sam raised her chest as high as she could and leaned toward the blonde. Sure, the Cobra had a bigger set of boobs, but Sam had learned that her own pair was just as pretty and just as charming. Watching closely, she noticed Tory’s dark green eyes being taken over by the sight, like a cat seeing Christmas lights. It was impressive her level of self control at that moment, but it didn’t last. When Sam was close enough for the smell of her hair to surround her girlfriend, Tory attacked.
The Cobra’s hand dug deep into the flesh of her ass and Sam was yanked close, like a real toy. The girl giggled, proud of the desperation she caused on her lover. Tory’s mouth closed around the top of her breast, taking in a big chunk of it, like a ripe fruit. It wasn’t a gentle move at all. Nichols was hungry, or at least spellbound.
Wasting not a second, she began sucking the mound and pushed her tongue against Sam’s nipple, drawing circles around it. It tasted delicious, the softness against her tongue enhancing her ferocity.
The moment the warmth of her mouth touched her skin, Sam moaned. It inspired Tory to go further, taking more into her mouth as she made a mess of things. Some hair got mixed in the middle, but she didn’t care. “Fuck, I hate getting to eat only one at a time!” the blonde grumbled, going for the other side while Samantha threw her head back, closing her eyes to focus only on that tongue.
Her chest was appreciated as a wild feast. Tirelessly, Tory made sure to taste around the boob, leaving bites and hickeys right before taking a respectful time to tease and play with the nipple. Samantha was a whimpering mess and covered in goosebumps by the end, proving her lover’s incredible talent. But she wasn’t the only one who’d gotten ridiculously aroused by it. Tory had squeezed her girl so much, the entire length of her thigh was marked by fingertips.
“I love your body so fucking much,” Tory mumbled, lips swollen and red from all the sucking.
“How much?”
“So fucking much!”
Sam smiled, leaning in for a kiss, but surprising her lover with a surprise bite on her lower lip.
Tory immediately pinched one of her sensitive nipples in response. LaRusso let go immediately, yelping in pain.
“Nice try, brat.”
Sam glared defiantly, but didn’t dare to move. The tight hold between her lover’s fingers was stinging really bad for her to move. Tory knew her sub was about to boldly do something, so she pinched her for a good few seconds before letting go and slapping her ass, loud.
Sam jumped at the sudden noise. But it didn’t really hurt. She growled and charged against the blonde’s mouth, stubbornly kissing her with all the energy and passion that was denied before.
Tory could stop the kiss. Still, she wanted the kiss. She wanted LaRusso’s sweet rebellion. And she also wanted to spank her for it.
Their tongues met, and the familiarity was like an old dance routine. They simply fit. When one went up, the other went down. They dove deep and followed each other. Between deep breaths from the nose, Tory’s hand came down with a vengeance against LaRusso’s soft butt. Her flesh rippled with each touch before growing bright pink. Nichols knew that aiming for the same spot was a sure way to get her sore faster, so she did that. By the fourth slap, Sam was faltering, mewing against her mouth like a hurt pup.
Tory bit back at her as a way to say that she’s the one who started it. But Sam was spunky and didn’t back down. When they were really getting out of breath, Tory leaned away, pushing the girl to the side to check on how red her ass was. “Pretty,” she grinned at the colorful spot she’d made. “Now on the other side.”
“Not fair!”
“Fair?” Tory raised an eyebrow. That girl had to be kidding. “You got a big fucking mouth, Princess.” She snapped her fingers. “On your stomach, ass up.”
Sam cursed in Italian, but obeyed her dom. She got off Tory’s lap and laid down across her, so her butt could be right over the girl’s legs. Nichols rubbed and pinched both sides, ignoring the squirms and groans of pain whenever she touched the spanked side.
“Your panties are in the way, but because they look really cute, I’ll allow it,” Tory explained. She had indeed liked the undergarment a lot. It was perfect for Sam. “Hm.” She made as she probed down under the girl’s legs, finding a big wet patch on the silk, right over her pussy. “Good. Very good.”
“I show mine, you show yours,” Sam said.
Tory smacked her for that.
“Hey!” LaRusso protested, fighting a bit on her bounds.
The dark pink fabric had already tightened a lot on her wrists from all the movement. The girl’s hands were visibly red and swollen, so she had to take care of that first.
“It’s not tight!” Sam complained. “They feel good!”
“I’m not having a girlfriend with necrosis for Christmas.” Tory finished getting the knot loosened and grabbed her lover’s ass. “Now behave and it’ll end faster.”
“As if- Ouch!”
Tory didn’t even let her finish. “I actually think you like this.” Slap.
“Ow! You know I do.”
“Cute. I like this too.” Another one.
“Hhn- Bet.”
“Must you have an answer for everything?” Another one, harder.
“Ouch.” Sam grimaced. “It’s my whole vibe.”
“Your whole vibe is testing me?” Tory smacked and grabbed right after.
“Argh! Fuck.”
The blonde smiled. One more hit, but she also pressed the clit, not kindly.
Sam choked on the air, squirming at the surprise touch. She arched her back up and pulled at her bounds, biting her tongue.
Tory didn’t say anything, flicking her index up and down, still pressing the clit through the fabric of her underwear.
“I’ll stop when you come.”
Sam groaned louder, but it was both of pleasure and faked annoyance. She actually loved when Tory set limits based on her orgasm.
A louder smack made her jump again, and she tried to move her hips along with Tory’s fingers. The blonde noticed it immediately and hit her hard before pinching the skin. “Do not interfere.”
“Oww. I can’t help it!”
“Yes, you can,” she twisted her pinch, earning a loud wail from her sub.
Sam tried her best. Between the slaps and the constant touch of her button, she was growing crazy. As her butt got more sensitive, she flinched harder, which led Tory to pinch her and then stop rubbing her pussy. It was a loop of torture that she couldn’t break out of. Whenever she tried to help herself, her dom just increased her slaps and took longer to touch her clit again. In a few minutes, the wet patch in her panties spread. She was breathing hard, feeling the temperature of her body increasing, as Tory continued. It got to a point that even the ripple from the smacks on her ass was enough to affect her growing throb.
She knew her butt had become bright red when Tory started alternating the sides, now hitting the surrounding areas. She would not be sitting down the next day.
Thankfully, Tory took pity on her constant begging and didn’t pull away from her clit anymore. She pumped that little bundle of nerves holding Sam’s hips down to make sure she wouldn’t twist away.
From her point of view, the small girl struggling on her lap was a divine sight. She couldn’t get over how she moved. How her muscles tensed under her skin. How her hair fell from her back and pooled on both sides of her head. The little sounds were mental snacks. She would do anything to hear as much of them as possible, even if she had to torment her girl for it.
It was the sudden silence that first warned her Sam was about to come. She steadied her hold, making sure not to lose her rhythm, and braced for it.
The body under her began to spasm and pull. LaRusso’s legs closed tight around her arm, making Nichols wish it was her face down there, instead. A suffocated moan escaped Sam’s lungs, and she arched harder, throwing her head back, just enough for Tory to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. Her lips were parted in the air and her eyes shut. A few curls hung from her forehead, touching the bridge of her nose. Sam LaRusso, what a true gift you were. Honestly, Tory couldn’t blame anybody for desiring that girl. Even if she was a cunty brat.
When Sam finally began to relax again, she first dropped her head on the mattress. The rest of her took longer to unwind. Tory slowed down until finally pulling her hand away and sucked the juice on it. In a few seconds, her girlfriend’s body was completely limp. And once again, Sam's hands were swollen from tight satin around them.
She chuckled. Satin was the worst choice for that.
Pulling at the bow, she undid the whole thing, finally releasing the girl. “Merry Christmas to me!”.
Sam answered with a moan. She didn’t try to pull her arms forward; she didn’t even rub her wrists. Tory had to handle her like a real doll.
First, she placed each arm back in its natural position. After being tied back for a while, her shoulder sockets were sore. Tory made sure to massage both sides, putting as little force as possible. When Sam stopped groaning so much, she stopped.
Turning Sam around was easy, then she hooked one arm under her neck and the other under her knees. With one easy pull, her princess got settled nicely on her lap. Because of her fancy work on her ass, she remembered to set Sam on her side instead of her butt.
“Best Christmas morning ever,” LaRusso mumbled, putting her face against her Dom’s neck.
“And it’s still early,” the blonde smiled.
They couldn’t have wished for a better gift.