Kimberly gasped when she felt Camarin's hands brushing over her nipples. The points grew hard and excited. She felt Camarin's breath on her bare shoulder. Shivering, she pulled away from Camarin. "I can do this," she said, her fingers searching for the loop of apron that was twisted.
Not to be out-maneuvered, Camarin waited patiently for Kimberly to straighten the apron. When she finished, Kimberly reached for the knife and started to cut the vegetables. "Let me show you," Camarin told her. She circled Kimberly from behind and placed her hands over hers. "Like so," she said, guiding Kimberly's hand through the cutting motions.
Kimberly was very aware of Camarin's body pressing against hers.
She felt Camarin's groin pressed against her butt and her breasts brushing against her back. The sheer fabric of her dress melded with Camarin's body. She moaned uncontrollably. The knife dropped and she felt Camarin's hands about her wrists.
"You're not a very good student, Kimberly," Camarin whispered in her ear. Tongue darting out, she pressed the moist tip against Kimberly's skin. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked.
Without allowing Kimberly time to answer, she raised her arms and pressed her hands against the wall behind her. She smiled a knowing smile at her young captive.
The position was awkward as well as frightening. At a loss for words, Kimberly tried to struggle free. Camarin pushed her right back. This time Camarin placed her hands down further, forcing her to bend at the waist. Kimberly gasped when she felt Camarin's fingers moving expertly over her hips.
With one hand, Camarin caressed her captive's ass. Stuck out so invitingly, how could she resist? When Kimberly did not remove her hand from the wall, Camarin smiled and cooed. With both hands, she kneaded the firm flesh in her fingers, squeezing softly at first, then a little bit harder. Harder still, she made Kimberly yelp. Baby yelps, they were nothing like the ear splitting shrieks Camarin wanted to hear. No need to push her because she knew Kimberly would soon be begging for it. And Camarin would give it to her most willingly.
When she felt Camarin pressing her mound against her ass, Kimberly thought she was going to faint. The heat from Camarin's groin was so hot that it seemed to scorch her skin through the sheer fabric. Dazed and confused, Kimberly suddenly envisioned Camarin's mound poised over her mouth. She imagined her tongue licking the wet folds and plunging into the dark recesses, the very core of her.
She imagined taking that swollen nub into her mouth, sucking it from within the folds of her inner and outer lips. Oh, to suck until it stood erect, the proud peak staring at her, teasing her and daring her to try and deflate it. Kimberly moaned, longing to bring this vision to life.
As Camarin rubbed her clit against Kimberly's ass, she felt the first orgasm begin. Faster and faster, she pressed against the rounded flesh, her clit quivering and her body convulsing as the first orgasm shook her. Within seconds she felt another rushing along behind the first. Roughly, she pulled Kimberly's arms down and pressed her hands onto the counter. One more, she told herself. "Yes, oh yes,"
she murmured as she fucked herself on Kimberly's ass. As the last orgasm burst through, she bit Kimberly's shoulder. She tried to stifle the scream that threatened to reveal the height of her excitement.
Kimberly cried out instead, more from surprise than pain.
Camarin's bite was really nothing more than a nibble on her shoulder.
It was what followed that caused her to scream in pure hot raging pain. Camarin yanked her dress up about her waist. Her hands were deliberately rough and hurtful. She jerked Kimberly's panties down, just enough to bare her ass. Kimberly could hear her moaning with excitement and she, too, started to moan.
Enraged to hear signs of her initiate's pleasure, Camarin reached for the leather strap she kept hanging underneath the counter. Knowing her young captive wouldn't dare make a move, she took the strap to the sink and wet it. Perfect, she thought as she took aim at Kimberly's ass. She couldn't wait to hear the first scream. Her only regret was that she'd forgotten to set up her camcorder. She didn't even have her tape recorder because she'd left it in the bedroom.
Drawing back to her full height, Camarin focused all her energy on the first blow. The strap came down sixteen inches, then fourteen inches, then eight inches, and then four inches. Finally, she heard the rendering slap of wet leather against bare flesh. "Exquisite," Camarin murmured. Taking only a moment to savor that first utterance, she unleashed a volley of blows. Kimberly's ass was soon covered with red welts. It was a lovely sight, her first mark on this lesbian virgin.
Camarin was purring with pleasure when she finally laid the strap aside and turned Kimberly to face her.
"My lovely little queer. To think I've outed you all by myself!
Now come," she whispered, guiding Kimberly gently to the dining room that adjoined the kitchen. She pulled a softly padded chair out for her.
Kimberly winced in pain as her bare ass made contact with the padded surface. Too dazed to think and too crazed to understand, she knew only one thing for certain. This woman had rendered her helpless. In that tiny fragment of time, Kimberly had experienced more pleasure than in all her lovemaking with Mark. Her head leaning back against the wall, she drifted in and out of sleep. She would awaken, see Camarin somewhere nearby, and then sleep once more. The last thing she remembered was Camarin bending over her and kissing her on the forehead. She was lying down somewhere, her body sinking into the soft warmth beneath her. She slept soundly the rest of the night.
Chapter Nine
When her alarm sounded at five-thirty, Kimberly fumbled with the dials and buttons she could not see. Silence at last, she opened her eyes and surveyed the room. Relieved once more by the familiar surroundings, she wondered at the strange dreams she'd been having.
Of all things, she couldn't imagine why she'd had such an erotic dream about the woman who'd just interviewed her for a magazine article.
They did have dinner together last night. But other than a little innocent flirtation on Camarin's part, Kimberly could think of no reason why she would have such a dream. What surprised her even more was the sadomasochism that was threaded throughout the dream.
The edges of reality were becoming very gray and blurred. She stood and reached for her robe.
"Ouch," she groaned when she sat up in bed. She was sore and aching, as if her body had imagined the dream so vividly that she felt the imagined wounds as sorely as if they were real. Gently, she eased off the bed, walked into the dressing room and peered at her back in the mirror. It looked perfectly normally. Oh, my God, she thought.
What is happening to me? She shouldn't need to check the mirror to help her differentiate fantasy from reality.
She ventured into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, waited for steam to fill the room, and adjusted the temperature to a tolerable level. When she started to open the cabinet and get a towel, she saw a piece of paper taped to the sliding door. It was a note from Mark.
Kimberly, I took the liberty of letting myself in last night. Please forgive the intrusion, sweetheart, but you've been under so much pressure lately, I was worried about you.
Kimberly's arm fell to her side, her fingers releasing the scrap of paper. It fluttered to the floor. Her head dropped to her chest and she started sobbing. She took some deep breaths and dried her eyes. She needed someone to comfort her, to explain the terrible confusion she was feeling. Hands trembling, she turned off the water and went into the bedroom. She reached for the telephone and dialed Mark's number.