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breathed in deeply, startled to smell the sandalwood. That
was Dia's favorite scent, and Lizbeth didn't care for it quite as much as she
did.
    Her eyes focused on the bed next and she felt her thighs
quiver a bit with excitement. She'd never tried soft bondage, but it looks like
things would change tonight. She was nervous, but she trusted Lizbeth like
she'd trusted no other. She realized that if Jonah had suggested this to her
during their marriage she probably would have said no. Lizbeth took the time to
set it up so it looked gentle, peaceful, and very sensual. No, she'd not turn
Lizbeth down.

 
Chapter Five
    Without a word, Diandra stripped off her robe and dropped it
to the floor. She climbed onto the massive bed and lay down in the center of
it, arms and legs spread without a word. Lizbeth climbed up next to her, but
didn't reach for the ties. Instead, she leaned over Dia, hands gently caressing
her face and long, coppery tresses as she moved closer and pressed their lips
together. The kiss was soft, gentle, and searching. Dia strained, attempting to
deepen the kiss, but Lizzie retained control and kept it teasingly light. She
pulled back to look into those lilac eyes.
    "Tonight isn't about rough, fast, hard sex. This is
about gentle lovemaking, taking the time to explore every inch of you. You see
only the ties, and how they'll bind you down," Lizbeth said. "Me, I
see an opportunity. They're silk ties, not handcuffs. They're merely to hold
you still under my attentions, not keep you prisoner." Lizbeth laughed as
she added, "Besides, with your new strength handcuffs wouldn't hold you, either,
if I were determined to keep you."
    Diandra smiled back. "Well then, do what you
wish." She nestled back among the pillows, eyes heavy with desire, a
contented smile playing lightly across her mouth. Lizbeth made a low groan as
she quickly tied the red ties around first one wrist and then the other. She
tested them, making sure they were secure but not tight. She didn't want them
to chafe the tender skin on Dia's wrists, but she wanted the feeling of being
tied down and submissive. Satisfied, she turned around on the bed and secured
Diandra's ankles in the same fashion. Dia gave half-hearted tugs at her bonds,
laughing because she knew she could rip free at any time if she so wished.
Fortunately for both of them, she didn't want to be free.
    Lizbeth worked her way back up to the head of the bed,
kissing her way up from one of Diandra's ankles, up her leg, over the knee,
light kisses on her thigh. She kissed Diandra's flat stomach, her tongue
pausing to dip lightly into the cup of Diandra's navel before kissing higher. She
teased, skipped the bared breasts altogether. Instead she moved up to kiss
Dia's ruby lips, gently parting them with her tongue, running it lightly over
teeth and gums. She tangled her tongue with Dia's, a seductive dance, a sweet
parody of lovemaking. She smiled into her love's face before holding the white
tie up. "Do you trust me?" She searched Diandra's face and relaxed,
seeing nothing but pure lust on her face. With no more words spoken, she placed
the tie over Diandra's eyes, securing it firmly behind her head.
    Diandra's pulse beat thick and heavy in her throat. She'd
never so much as dreamed of bondage, even something as light and sexy as this,
and she'd certainly never expected she'd allow someone to blindfold her. Even
though she knew her bonds were more symbolic than restraining, she had to fight
down the urge to struggle, to fight, to pull free. Successfully resisting, she
lay passive, all the muscles in her body slowly relaxing. If she could control
herself, she knew there would be nothing but pleasure to be had.
    Lizbeth also relaxed now that she knew Diandra had given
herself over to the moment. She took a moment to idly stroke her fingertips up
one side of her lover's body and back down the other, laughing as Dia's body
bucked and she giggled helplessly. "Tickles, does it?" Lizbeth
pondered in a