WrshpXena Play Time..

Disclaimer:
MCA, Janice Covington, Melinda Pappas, and Hower, yada, yada, yada. And I have borrowed them for my own selfish reasons and pleasure. This story involves some experimentation between to women deeply in love, if the realm of pleasure and pain does not interest you, however minor, you may want to read another story. You have been warned!!

 

Janice Covington was sitting behind the rather ominous and large cherry desk in the study. She had been studying her father’s journal and maps to some of the places he believed the scrolls could be located in Greece. She stood, stretched, and wandered over to the bar to pour herself another scotch. As she sipped her drink, her free hand caressed the silk on the edge of her dark green smoking jacket. It had been a first anniversary gift from Melinda, and the only time she could wear it was when the tall beauty was not at home. As soon as Mel arrived home from the University, she would slip out of her dress and hose, and amble through the mansion and into the study in her underclothes, pull the jacket from Janice’s shoulders, slip it on, and sigh contentedly as she inhaled deeply the smell of fine cigars and Janice. She would then slip into one of the leather chairs sitting in front of the fireplace and relax. Sometimes having a scotch before dinner, sometimes not.

Janice heard the car on the gravel lining the long curved driveway. The door slammed as Hower began to bark happily at the door. Leaning against the desk, Janice set down her drink and closed her eyes to picture what Mel was doing.

She heard the key slide into the back door lock. Hower immediately stopped barking, and she knew Mel was lavishing the dog with attention. Muttering, "lucky mutt," she pictured the large shepherd sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, tail wagging, tongue dripping salvia, and Mel’s hands scratching his ears. She could hear Mel’s heels on the floor of the kitchen and then on the wooden stairs. She could see her slowly undoing her dress as she made her way up the stairs and to their bedroom, Hower at her heels.

Still leaning against the desk her eyes closed, moments later, she felt the large delicate hands slowly circle her waist, the sweet smell of Mel in the air, the softest of kisses on her lips.

Janice opened her eyes to look up into the sky blue eyes of her lover. As she pictured, Mel stood before her covered in black lace underclothing.

"Love have you taken to napping standing up?" Melinda purred near her ear.

"No." Janice lifted her hands to the thin waist before her and caressed the curves.

Hands slowly slide inside of her smoking jacket and caressed her breasts tenderly before sliding down further to undo the sash. Mel slowly slide the jacket from the small frame of Janice and slide into the warmth. Janice smiled knowingly at Mel and glanced down. Though the jacket fit Janice very well, it was a little short for her tall lover, and it barely covered the roundness of her backside.

Mel smiled at the green eyed beauty before her before snatching her tumbler of scotch and heading to a chair in front of the fireplace.

Janice smiled before returning to her chair behind the desk to finish up some work while Melinda relaxed, with her knees over the arm of the high back leather chair and her back against the other arm. Janice sat down but was unable to get back to work, the swinging of the long calves catching her attention. She couldn't see her lovers blue eyes, but for some reason thought she was being toyed with. She continued to stare at the long tanness continue to swing back and forth softly. Clearing her throat she rose to get herself another drink.

"Mel?"

"Yes love?" A voice from behind the chair purred.

"Would you like another drink?" Janice notices her hands shake slightly with desire as she thinks, ‘God, that woman affects me!’

"Please."

The thighs continue to swing as she carries the crystal decanter over and refills Mel’s glass. Gazing down she enjoys the view of a barely concealed black lace panties, the partly closed blue eyes, the stark contrast of the dark green against the dark brown leather of the chair, and the glow the firelight has on Melinda’s features. Sighing softly she returns the decanter to the bar, and slips into her chair behind the desk once more.

"Jan?"

Janice opens a box on the desk and purposefully pulls a cigar from the box and lights it before answering the voice.

"Yes?"

Gripping the arm of the desk chair with her free hand, she watches as Mel uncrosses her left leg and drop it to the floor, stretching it to rub Hower with her toes. Janice swallows hard and wonders why Mel was not doing that when she filled her glass. She is now very aware of Mel toying with her. She knows Mel is very aware that all Janice can see is her long legs and hear the sound of her voice.

"I was thinking maybe we could order Chinese for dinner? Have it delivered." The sweet face came around the corner of the chair to smile at Janice, "I don't really feel like cooking … dinner."

Janice picked up on the intentional pause that Mel had made. She smiled as she continued to puff on her cigar. She knew this game well. They both were toying with each other now. She would wait to give her answers, pretending to be lost in thought and enjoying her cigar. She knew Melinda was still watching her waiting for an answer.

"Of course, love. Shall I call in our standard order?" Jan smiled sweetly at Mel, her thoughts on something other than food.

"Please, " she purred again with a smile.

Janice slowly lifted her small body from her chair and approached the smiling face near the fireplace. She squatted down next to the chair, inches from a knee and the face peering around the chair. Smiling wickedly, she leaned toward the face of her dark haired lover, and quickly kissed her. Pausing only a moment on the soft lips, afraid if she continued they would never get dinner and the teasing would end, she stood up and handed Mel her cigar, "mind holding this while I run down the stairs?"

Mel smiled and gladly took the offered object and began puffing softly on it. The smile on her lips caused Janice to stand there momentarily, watching the joy on the face of her lover. Thinking, ‘oh, if your daddy could see you now, my southern belle.’

Janice ran a hand up the smooth calf before turning and leaving the study. Smiling to herself as Hower followed her to the kitchen to make the phone call to the restaurant in town. She considered their choice to have the study upstairs across from the master bedroom while she was on hold. It had worked out so wonderfully. So very close to bed when they wanted each other. Which she smiled broadly, was VERY often. Someone came on the other end again. She gave her name and replied yes when asked if it was the normal order. Hanging up the phone she scratched Hower’s head and headed back up the stairs.

Upon entering the study again, Janice noticed that Mel had lit a view candles in the room and had turned off the three lamps that had been on. Quickly looking around the room she spotted Mel leaning against the desk, her jacket open and the cigar between her lips. Striding across the room, Jan reached up and plucked the cigar from Mel’s lips, walking over to the fireplace, she tossed it into the flames. Turning back toward the desk , she eyed the tall beauty openly as a smile took her lips. Janice decided she was tired of playing.

"Melinda?"

"Yes love?" Mel purred.

Softly but firmly Jan replied, "strip for me." She took Mel’s spot against the desk as Mel moved away from the desk and began by sliding the jacket from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Jan smiled, encouraging Mel to remove more. Mel reached behind her back and quickly unhooked her brassiere and slowly slid it off, letting it join the jacket. Mel ran her hands over her shoulders down her arms, across her stomach, and up to cup her breasts.

Janice slowly licked her lips as she watched Mel gently tug on her nipples. Using her finger she motioned Melinda to come closer.

Tentatively Mel stepped within reach of Janice, her hands still caressing her breasts.

Janice slowly ran her fingertips along Mel’s forearms before pulling her hands from her breasts and replacing them with her lips, as she began to suck on a nipple.

Melinda moaned and arched her back at the touch. Her hands tangling in the blonde hair at her chest.

Janice knew Mel was more then ready by her responses. Reaching down she grabbed Mel’s lace panties on each side of her hips. She released the nipple long enough to look into the eyes of her lover. Mel’s nodding head told her what she silently asked. Her head lowered to the other nipple and as she began to suck it into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing it, she tugged hard at the lace, ripping it from Mel’s body.

Mel moaned as the material was striped away and the warmth of the room delicately caressed her wetness.

Janice pulled Mel closer, kneading her round flesh as her mouth feasted on her breasts.

Mel began to grind against Janice, her need mounting as her lover rubbed her backside and licked and sucked her breasts.

Janice slowly lifted her head, a corrupt little smile on her lips. "Mel, do you trust me?"

"Yes love, of course."

"Lay down across the desk." The smile continued as she walked over to retrieve her whip from a hook near the door. She let the whip unfurl and drag along the floor as she returned. She saw a momentarily look of fear in Mel’s eyes when she turned her head and saw the whip.

Melinda eyed the whip warily, then relaxed knowing how much she loved and trusted Janice. She knew she wouldn't hurt her.

Walking around the desk to where Mel’s head was, Janice quickly wrapped the end of the whip around Mel’s wrist, then sliding the handle under both small legs of the desk, she handed the handle to Mel.

"Mel, by letting go of the handle you can free yourself at anytime." She smiled softly at her lover as she brushed some dark hair from her face. "I want you to try and stayed restrained. Let me please you like you have never been pleased before. If you want to stop, all you need do is release the handle and you will be free."

Mel smiled trustingly at Janice and shook her head, not trusting her voice and the emotions she felt. She was willingly trusting Janice like no one else in her life and it was exciting her beyond words.

Janice kissed her softly before moving to the other side of the desk, her hands roaming over the smooth back and squeezing the roundness before running her short nails down the backs of Mel’s thighs. Standing up again, Janice began quickly removing her white button up shirt and khaki trousers.

Soon she stood behind her lover, caressing her back again. Leaning over the naked body on the desk, Janice’s own nakedness pressing against Mel’s, she whispers near her ear, "Mel, do you still want to continue."

Mel shook her head yes, still not trusting her voice. She could feel her wetness sliding down her thighs as her excitement continued to mount.

Slowly, Janice began to grind her hips into the firm backside of her lover.

Moaning, Mel let the sensory overload wash over her. She was enjoying the grinding of her lover, the firm breasts pressed into her back, and the feel of soft leather in her hands. Janice’s leather. It was becoming to much. She was so close.

Suddenly the warm body removed itself. Mel groaned at the loss and tried to turn her head to see where Janice had gone. She was unable to so with her body pulled across the desk and bound by the leather she still held. She debated for a moment of letting go, changed her mind, and sighed as she placed her face against the cool wood.

Janice removed herself from the pleasure of her lover to retrieve a nearby item. Setting it on the desk, she began to drag her nails across the smooth flesh again, leaving small red streaks along Mel’s back, hips, and thighs. Gently tugging on Mel’s long hair, she pulled her face from its resting place on the desk and whispering in her ear, "I am going to show you the fine line between pain and pleasure love. Are you ready to beg for release?"

Melinda let the words caress her, her mind running wild with the possibilities. Not trusting her voice again, she nodded her head slightly. Jan’s firm hold was not allowing her much movement.

Releasing the dark tresses, Janice stood to admire the red streaks again. Smiling wickedly, she picked up the yellow candle she had set on the desk. Pouring a small drop of wax into her palm, she waited until it started to harden slightly before placing her palm against Mel’s hip.

Mel moaned at the smoothness within Janice’s hand and the warmth of it. She secretly wondered what it was, but closed her eyes and trusted her lover to please her in a new way.

Seeing how Mel responded to the warmth and the touch, Janice removed her hand and added a couple of more drops of hot wax to her palm before sliding it across the ample backside of her tall lover. Mel pressed against her hand as Janice slid it along the smoothness.

Leaning down, Janice lightly nipped Mel on the cheek, her breath hot against the sensitive flesh.

Mel jerked slightly and pressed her center against the desk, silently begging Janice to take her this very minute.

As if reading her lovers thoughts, Janice spoke softly, "Not yet love, but very soon." Her tongue softly licked the area where teeth marks were becoming visible. "You are not quite to that fine line just yet." She chuckled.

Moving again, Janice made sure she was not touching Mel, she waned the next experience to be fully experienced by Mel. She wanted Mel to total focus on the feelings and the pain. Standing behind her lover, Jan watched as Mel’s back muscle bunched and released, her center pressed against the edge of the desk, and her breathe already ragged. Stepping up behind Mel, Jan placed her feet on the inside of Mel’s and pressed her legs a little further apart, enjoying the position and view of the wetness on the firm thighs. Ever so slowly she brought the candle up and tipped it very slowly until a single drop fell in the small of Mel’s back.

Mel wondered why Janice was going so slow, could she not see her need, her desire, and now the openness of her position with her legs spread. The hot pain was instantaneous and turned quickly to pleasure as she felt the wetness of Jan’s tongue circling near the hot spot. She tired to arch her back into the tongue but was prevented from it by her positioning and the weight of Janice on her backside. She moaned loudly.

Janice continued to lick around the soft wax, allowing Mel to focus on her tongue before pausing for a moment to add another drop of wax near the first, and then giving her the same lavish attention with her tongue.

The intensity of the hot wax and the soft tongue were driving Mel out of her mind, all she could focus on was her need for release. A continuous moaning as she gasped for breathe the only sound she could make.

Noticing the continuous pumping of Mel’s hips, Janice removed her tongue and smiled knowingly at her lover. She knew how close Mel was, but wanted her to experience a little more. She slowly kneeled behind her tall lover, her face scant inches from the wetness, the smell intoxicating. Janice blew out the candle before setting it on the floor.

Feeling the exhale of cool air as it caressed her damp curls, Mel groaned with need.

"Very soon love." Came the soft voice near her center. Janice ran her tongue along the cleft of Mel’s backside. She was caught off guard as Mel arched her back and pressed against the tongue as Jan drew it down along the puckered hole. Smiling to herself, Janice took only a moment before allowing her own need to take over and thrust her tongue past the tightness.

Mel gasped as Janice entered an area she had near been. As the warm tongue began sliding in and out, Mel relaxed slightly and began rocking between the tongue and desk again. Her desire mounting.

Janice continued the onslaught with her tongue, the smell of Mel’s excitement overtaking her senses. Fighting back the urge she had to thrust her fingers into her lover at the same time as her tongue, she slid her hands to Mel’s hips to pin her against the desk.

Enjoying the feeling on Janice’s tongue and hands, Mel took a deep breath and moaned, "Pleeeassse….."

Finally giving into her lover’s need, Janice slid two fingers into the wetness.

A growl escaped Mel’s lips as she felt the penetration.

Setting a quick pace to release her lover, Janice thrust her fingers in but a few times and Mel released onto her fingers. Slowly removing her tongue, she slid her body along her lover’s back without removing her fingers, just stilling them within the tight wetness.

With her body pressed along the left side of Mel’s body, her fingers still enjoying the silkiness of her lover, Janice whispered, "Let go of the handle."

It took a minute for Melinda to register the meaning of the words, and then another minute to force her muscles to release the wooden handle she clutched. She stretched her body slowly, enjoying the weight and the sensations that were brought on from the sweet torture Janice had just given her.

Slowly Janice removed her fingers from the haven they were enjoying and pulled Mel up from the desk to kiss her deeply. As she deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of Mel, she pulled the small wax globs from Mel’s back.

As the wax was removed, Mel sighed into Janice’s mouth and clutched at her shoulders with her fingernails.

Smiling as the kiss was broken, Janice met the blue eyes of Mel. "Well, love, playtime is over. Time for us to retire to our large bed and get down to a passionate night of loving."

The doorbell rang.

They looked at each other in shock. Laughing, they walked hand in hand to the door across the hall.

Hower padded along quietly, not wanting to be left in the hall all night when they closed the bedroom door.

 


The End




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