Beautifully Bound - a Club Stratosphere novel - Preview
Ellie stood in the hall between her kitchen and living room, hands on hips, as she surveyed the aftermath of the party they’d thrown the night before. Glasses, plates and trays covered every surface. A scrap of red lace peeked out from behind a cushion and she smirked. She’d have to remember to get those back to Julie next time they met for coffee.
Picking up the waste basket on her way through the kitchen, Eleanor crossed into the living room. She picked up an empty condom box and tossed it into the bin before moving on to collect the next bit of trash.
She pulled the thin, plastic cover off the dining table, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. Hardened, milky white splotches of honey dotted the plastic, mixing with the gooey chocolate and sticky mashed strawberries.
A delicate shiver ran through her as she remembered being blindfolded and tied to the table while their guests took their time snacking on whatever they wanted from the array of fruit laid on her belly. By the time they’d finished, she’d been a quivering mass of need, desire burning through every cell.
One by one they’d walked away, leaving her to writhe and plead for the release she couldn’t achieve on her own. Small, fleeting touches had glanced off her body. The tweak of a nipple, a finger circling the dip of her navel, a tongue lapping up a drip of warm chocolate or cool honey.
With no way to know who each touch belonged to, or when the next one would come, Eleanor had lain in a constant state of aroused anticipation.
“Ellie,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Need some help with that little problem you’ve got?”
Nodding frantically, Ellie rocked her hips up, the plastic sheeting coming up with her as it stuck to her from all the syrups. “Please, Beth. I need Robbie. Get him for me?”
Her soft chuckle brushed over Ellie’s skin, goose bumps parading in a line across her chest. The warm gusts of air pebbled her nipples tighter inside the jewelry affixed to them with each exhalation. Eleanor let out a surprised hiss as something cool dripped into her navel and up over her torso. Arching up off the plastic, she moaned as a tongue came down on her skin and swiped up whatever had been dribbled onto her. “Relax,” Beth murmured against the quivering muscles of her stomach. “I’ve got this.”
A small whimper slid from her as Ellie tried to do as instructed. Relaxing, however, was impossible when Beth’s slick fingers trailed down over her pubic area and delved between Ellie’s thighs. Tied down the way she’d been, there was little she could do to stop Beth from touching wherever she wanted. Not that Eleanor wanted her to stop. If the other woman could ease the constant throbbing in her pussy, she’d take it and anything else her friend wanted to ‘help out’ with.
Something cool skimmed against her thigh, breaking through Ellie’s fog of lust and she tilted her hips up eagerly. “Is this what you want?” Beth whispered the words against Eleanor’s thigh, her teeth nipping at the taut flesh.
“Yes,” Ellie moaned as she tried to keep still. “Please, Beth.” She knew pleading wouldn’t bring it any sooner, but her body craved the promised orgasm like a junkie. Her body quivered, sweat sheening her skin as she waited for the next touch to drive her high to the subsequent level.
A soft chuckle skated across Ellie’s mound, goose bumps rising in its wake, and her body tightened in response to the close proximity of the other woman’s mouth. Heat wound its way through her, lazily wending a path from the blazing inferno at her core to the tips of her fingers.
Picking up the waste basket on her way through the kitchen, Eleanor crossed into the living room. She picked up an empty condom box and tossed it into the bin before moving on to collect the next bit of trash.
She pulled the thin, plastic cover off the dining table, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. Hardened, milky white splotches of honey dotted the plastic, mixing with the gooey chocolate and sticky mashed strawberries.
A delicate shiver ran through her as she remembered being blindfolded and tied to the table while their guests took their time snacking on whatever they wanted from the array of fruit laid on her belly. By the time they’d finished, she’d been a quivering mass of need, desire burning through every cell.
One by one they’d walked away, leaving her to writhe and plead for the release she couldn’t achieve on her own. Small, fleeting touches had glanced off her body. The tweak of a nipple, a finger circling the dip of her navel, a tongue lapping up a drip of warm chocolate or cool honey.
With no way to know who each touch belonged to, or when the next one would come, Eleanor had lain in a constant state of aroused anticipation.
“Ellie,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Need some help with that little problem you’ve got?”
Nodding frantically, Ellie rocked her hips up, the plastic sheeting coming up with her as it stuck to her from all the syrups. “Please, Beth. I need Robbie. Get him for me?”
Her soft chuckle brushed over Ellie’s skin, goose bumps parading in a line across her chest. The warm gusts of air pebbled her nipples tighter inside the jewelry affixed to them with each exhalation. Eleanor let out a surprised hiss as something cool dripped into her navel and up over her torso. Arching up off the plastic, she moaned as a tongue came down on her skin and swiped up whatever had been dribbled onto her. “Relax,” Beth murmured against the quivering muscles of her stomach. “I’ve got this.”
A small whimper slid from her as Ellie tried to do as instructed. Relaxing, however, was impossible when Beth’s slick fingers trailed down over her pubic area and delved between Ellie’s thighs. Tied down the way she’d been, there was little she could do to stop Beth from touching wherever she wanted. Not that Eleanor wanted her to stop. If the other woman could ease the constant throbbing in her pussy, she’d take it and anything else her friend wanted to ‘help out’ with.
Something cool skimmed against her thigh, breaking through Ellie’s fog of lust and she tilted her hips up eagerly. “Is this what you want?” Beth whispered the words against Eleanor’s thigh, her teeth nipping at the taut flesh.
“Yes,” Ellie moaned as she tried to keep still. “Please, Beth.” She knew pleading wouldn’t bring it any sooner, but her body craved the promised orgasm like a junkie. Her body quivered, sweat sheening her skin as she waited for the next touch to drive her high to the subsequent level.
A soft chuckle skated across Ellie’s mound, goose bumps rising in its wake, and her body tightened in response to the close proximity of the other woman’s mouth. Heat wound its way through her, lazily wending a path from the blazing inferno at her core to the tips of her fingers.