She didn't know how she wound up there, mouth dry, tied to a chair. She stared at her thigh holster sitting on the bedside table. Great place for that, she thought. Yelena struggled against the fabric binding her wrists behind her back and scooted her chair toward the doorway anxiously. Her head was pounding, the fog was beginning to lift. It had started innocently enough. You met for a few drinks at the Bar before retiring to the clubhouse for a few more and before you guys knew it, you were testing the waters with Yelena once again.
"You wanna hear something funny?" Yelena whispered as they sat, entangled on the couch.
"Absolutely." You nodded the affirmative.
Yelena drank from a bottle of whiskey. "I've always wanted to ask you for something..."
"What's stopping you?" You whispered against Yelena's ear.
Yelena hesitated. "Because you'll say no."
"What if I promised to say yes?" You played with Yelena's soft hair.
"Really?" Yelena asked.
"Try me," you said seductively.
"I want a lap dance." Her hands flexed on your leg.
Yelena watched you carefully as you mulled it over. "Done," you said abruptly.
It had surprised Yelena, your acceptance of the request, and made her think there was more to you than even she knew about once again. Or perhaps, more likely, you were awash in liquid courage. Either way, Yelena would take it.
You remembered stumbling upstairs, hot and heavy, drunker still. Yelena was crawling over you when you put a hand on her chest to stop her. "Wait," you said. Yelena bowed her head and rolled onto her back. Reaching beneath the bed, she grabbed a bottle of tequila from its hiding place. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked at you as she uncapped the liquor. Taking a long drink, Yelena made a face and offered the bottle to you, which you sat up and began to plot.
"What's up?" Yelena slurred.
you stood and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom. Yelena took another drink from the bottle and fell back onto the bed. She didn't think she fell asleep, only remembering her eyes closing against the buzz in her body. But when her eyes opened again, Yelena found herself bound to a wooden chair, alone and defenseless.
"Y/n?" she asked the empty bedroom.
Yelena could hear you approaching, your heels click-clacking on the tile and wood floors of the clubhouse. Then it happened. The smooth sounds of Portishead echoed through her bedroom. And then things got serious. A leg, bared to the thigh poked past the frame and extended, toes pointed. Yelena swallowed.
The leg lowered itself slowly and then kicked up, pointing at the ceiling before disappearing behind the doorframe again. You would not go quietly. The heels click-clacked closer and then you appeared in the doorway. You. You in nothing but a button-down shirt and high heels. Your hips swayed as you approached, a sly smile creeping across your face. you kicked a leg up and climbed onto Yelena's lap.
"I know this was my idea but...what a great fucking idea!" Yelena grinned.
"Shhh..." You put a finger on Yelena's lips to shush her before tossing your hair to the side and threading your arms around Yelena's neck. your lips grazed Yelena's as you spoke. "No talking." Yelena moved her head forward quickly capturing your lips with her own. You pulled away. Your brandied breath kissed Yelena's cheek. "And no touching." You waggled a finger.
The music began to build and you climbed out of Yelena's lap. Planting your feet in front of her, you moved your hips. Hands in your hair, you swayed in time to the music. Yelena's hands flexed in their bondage, the no touching rule was going to be difficult for her. She licked her lips.
