Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica Read Online Free

that had come before. “I want you to walk up to me at a bar and slap my face, so everyone can see,” Amber had e-mailed her a month ago, and ever since, Jade had been fantasizing about doing just that. Now that she had, she wanted so much more. She wanted someone to help her, but that would have to happen another time. For now it was just the two of them, ready for anything.
    “Put your hands above your head,” Jade said, partly to see if Amber would do it, partly to watch her breasts thrust forward with the movement. “Good girl,” she told her. She looked closely at her girlfriend’s beautiful face, so pale, so sensitive. The wind was competing with her hand in coloring her flesh, but Jade didn’t mind. It had taken her a while to get used to the fact that she liked slapping Amber, liked hurting her, liked seeing the tears rush to her eyes as she looked up at her so desperately.
    Amber was biting her lower lip, and Jade used her fingers to pry her lips apart. “You told me you want this, Amber. If you flinch or fidget or look like you don’t, I’m not going to do it.”
    “I do want it,” Amber exclaimed, the words tripping over themselves. “I want you to slap me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to slap me so hard my ears ring.” Amber kept looking up at Jade even though Jade sensed she wanted to close her eyes, to pretend that somehow it wasn’t her saying those perverse, filthy words. Because they were extremely perverse; asking to be slapped made it all completely real. Amber couldn’t pretend Jade was some dominating brute, at least, not entirely.
    Jade liked it when Amber watched, when Amber saw her hand coming, when she anticipated the pain. “I have a present for you,” she said, and reached into her jeans pocket, the jangling of the clamps loud in her ears. Amber’s eyes widened, and the hint of fear Jade saw, the hint that warmed her heart even as she prepared to tighten them around Amber’s nipples, made Jade smile. Amber was so open, whether by choice or design or a little of both; she could never hide her feelings, not like some girls Jade had played with who only truly let go when they were under the most extreme erotic distress. Jade could play the too-cool-for-school game too—but she didn’t want to.
    She leaned down and pressed her body tight against Amber’s, kissing her roughly. “Take out your tits,” she said, “and hurry, or I’ll have to do it for you.” They both knew that “do it for you” was code for “rip your top off and send all the tiny buttons flying to the floor,” because Jade had done it before, with a hundred-dollar top (though she’d bought a replacement for Amber later).
    Still, Amber rushed to unbutton her blouse and take out her breasts as soon as Jade stepped back to give her room, and the sight floored Jade, even though she’d seen those glorious globes so many times before. There was still something awe-inspiring about their weight, their eagerness to be touched and abused. Amber’s tits were like a work of art, and were Jade’s favorite part of her body. “Pinch those nipples for me,” Jade said, allowing Amber to bring her hands down. Amber started to lightly grab them between her thumbs and forefingers, much too lightly for Jade.
    “No,” she said fiercely. “Pinch them. Like this.” And with that she slapped Amber’s hands away and pinched and pulled at the same time, then twisted, watching Amber’s face contort as she did, knowing it was making her wet, knowing too that the longer she did it, the more Amber was contemplating using her safeword, “strawberry,” a fruit she hated but ate when it was the only polite thing to do. Similarly, Amber hated to have to resort to her safeword, and only had once, when her leg cramped up.
    When Jade was done, she let Amber’s breasts go, watching them bounce lightly before settling where they should be. Then she clamped one hand over Amber’s mouth and slapped her tits, slapped them hard