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“Exactly.” Luisa’s smile told Amy she was pleased that she hadn’t been too surprised at her number. “Probably equal number of men and women. But… more one night stands than you. I got a bit wild when I moved to Mexico City when I was eighteen. And on photoshoots where I was finding myself out. I’ve been much calmer recently.”
“It doesn’t matter either way. We’re probably as experienced as each other, just in different ways. But honestly, Luisa, your number could have been zero or a hundred and it wouldn’t change a thing between us.”
“Good. I agree. I just… it’s good to understand where we’ve both come from, right?”
“Exactly.”
Luisa watched Amy for a long few moments. “What?” Amy asked.
“Are you wanting to go to sleep now? Or…?”
“Or…?”
“Or I told you earlier precisely what I was going to do to you. I made you a promise.”
“It was in Spanish. I couldn’t understand it!”
“Exactly… a most sacred language. I couldn’t possibly go back on a promise made in Spanish.” Luisa’s expression told Amy in no uncertain terms that the promise was likely to be extremely enjoyable for her.
“I’m yours then… tell me where you want me.”
***
Luisa stood and looked at Amy for a long few moments, her eyes narrowed, and Amy could see her thinking, working out what to do. There was a nervousness, understandably, but also something else… a determination, a hint of the confidence that Amy could tell Luisa brought to her professional life.
“Lie down,” Luisa said. “On your back. Head on the pillows.”
Amy obeyed, settling herself in the centre of the bed, watching Luisa as she picked up the thigh restraints that they’d bought that morning. Luisa turned them over in her hands, figuring out how they worked, and Amy found the slight hesitation endearing rather than awkward. This was a complete contrast to Sarah, and it was thrilling to watch Luisa learning in real time and to be the person that she was learning with.
“Ok, I think I’ve got it,” Luisa said, climbing on to the bed and kneeling next to Amy. “These go around your thighs and then your wrists clip to them, right?”
“That’s right. It keeps my hands pinned to my legs and… doesn’t give me much I can do.” Amy smiled up at her. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Very sure.” Luisa’s eyes had that look again, the one from earlier when she’d been tied up herself, equal parts excitement and desire. She wrapped the first strap around Amy’s right thigh, tightening it, then helped Amy’s right wrist into the cuff and fastened it. Amy felt the restraint take hold, her hand now fixed against the outside of her thigh, unable to move more than an inch or two apart.
Luisa moved to the other side and did the same, taking a little more care this time, checking the fit, adjusting the strap. When she was done she sat back on her heels and looked at Amy. Amy saw the moment it hit her, the realisation of what she’d just done, of Amy lying there with her hands pinned and completely at Luisa’s mercy.
“Oh,” Luisa said quietly, almost to herself. Then, with a slow grin spreading across her face, “This is… wow.”
“Good wow?”
“Very good wow.” Luisa ran a single finger lightly down Amy’s stomach and Amy’s muscles clenched involuntarily. “You look incredible like this.” Her finger trailed lower, drifting across Amy’s hip, down the inside of her thigh, deliberately avoiding between her legs. Amy shifted her hips instinctively, trying to guide Luisa’s hand, but the restraints held her in place and all she managed was a frustrated sigh that made Luisa laugh.
“No, no,” Luisa said, growing visibly in confidence. “You did this to me for ages earlier. You made me wait. I think it’s only fair.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
Luisa leaned down and kissed Amy, slow and deep, one hand in Amy’s hair while the other continued its maddening, feather-light exploration of everywhere except where Amy needed it. Amy kissed her back hard, the kiss the only thing she could remotely control, pouring her frustration into it, but Luisa just smiled against her lips and kissed her exactly how she wanted to.
When Luisa broke the kiss and started moving her mouth down Amy’s neck, Amy let her head fall back against the pillow. Luisa’slips traced along her collarbone, down to her breast, her tongue circling Amy’s nipple so slowly, clearly, deliciously deliberate. Amy’s back arched and she pulled at the restraints without thinking, her hands straining against the cuffs, getting nowhere. Having her arms by her side like this felt so intense, more than above her head and behind her back… there was something about being helpless in this pose in particular that was doing something incredible to her.
“These are good,” Luisa murmured, lifting her lips from Amy’s skin. “I'm glad we bought them.”
She spent what felt like an eternity on Amy’s breasts, alternating between her mouth and her fingers, sometimes gentle and sometimes firmer, occasionally grazing her teeth and making Amy gasp. All the while her other hand roamed Amy’s body, her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs, getting close but never close enough. Amy could feel herself getting more desperate, her body straining towards every touch.
“Luisa…” Amy gasped.
“Mmm?” Luisa’s mouth was still on her breast, her tone innocent.
