Something About You • Lesbian | BDSM •

3. Mari & Rose

Mari wasn't sure what to say back. Her rational brain told her she didn't know this woman, but there was something about her that Mari felt connected to. A deep yearning that felt like fire settled in her throat. It also didn't help that she was gorgeous and a few inches taller than her.

"Sure," Mari finally said. Sure like it was casual and not at all a way she could potentially end up dead. 'But what's life without taking a few chances,' she thought to herself, 'if I'm gonna die I'd rather go out being choked to death by a beautiful woman.'

Mari opened the door to the hall and the two of them walked back to her apartment without talking. The silence was deafening.

"I'm just over here," Mari said as she took out her keys and fumbled with the lock. As the door lurched open, Rose followed her in. 'fuck,' Mari thought, the apartment was a mess, but Rose didn't seem to notice, or care. Mari made her way across the dark room to her desk, and clicked on her table lamp, casting a dim golden light across the apartment. "Well this is it," she said as she turned, and when she did she saw that Rose was standing not far behind her.

"Nice place," Rose replied, eyes locked on Mari. Mari got the feeling she hadn't even looked around.

Rose took a step forward, closing the gap between the two of them. Mari could feel a bundle of need beginning to grow within her. A tangled mess of anxiety and desire that felt like hot coals churning in her stomach. As Rose got closer, her heart beat faster. Mari felt a hand on her hip, another on her cheek. Her body seemed to disappear for a moment as their lips touched, sending waves of heat and arousal through every part of her. As they made out, Mari could feel herself melting into Rose. Lightly running her fingers through the back of Mari's hair, Rose pulled herself away for a moment. Her eyes met Mari's. "You are so beautiful," she said, just before pulling down hard on Mari's hair. Mari let out an involuntary moan of half pain half pleasure and looked back up at Rose, wide eyed. Rose cracked a smile and laughed to herself.

"I knew there was something about you." She said, still with a firm grip of Mari's hair. "You like that don't you." She continued, as if telling Mari more than asking.

"I um.." Mari replied, still trying to process the situation. She did like it, but wasn't sure how to say it.

Rose pulled down again, lighter this time. "Use your words sweetie," she said in a warm, teasing tone, "do you like pain?"

"I.. I do," Mari confessed, as Rose loosened the grip on her hair.

Mari felt Rose push her back into the side of her desk, she placed her hands back on top of it to steady herself. Rose leaned in again and kissed Mari on her neck as she slid her hands under her shirt. She lightly fondled her breasts before settling her fingers on her nipples.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" Rose whispered.
"Yes.." Mari responded hesitantly
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Ask me."
A moment passed as Mari tried to think, but her rational brain had already left the building.
"hurt me.. please."

Mari then felt sharp waves of pain wash through her as Rose pinched and pulled on her nipples. Her vision blurred as Rose pinched harder, the pain increasing and increasing until Mari felt the need to say something, to tell her to stop, to tell her it was too much, that she couldn't handle it — and just before she did Rose released, laughing softly.
Breathing heavy, the rush bounced through Mari's body, settling on her clit.

"Bedroom." Rose said, and Mari pointed the way. Flipping the light switch on, Mari's string lights lit up across the wall over her bed, filling the room with a soft dim glow. "Cute," she heard Rose say. Mari thought she was talking about the lights, but she turned and saw Rose leaning over, brushing her fingers across a leather collar Mari had left out on her reading chair.