Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

No one had ever looked at Faith like Bex did. It was electrifying.

The brunette licked her lips, and Faith followed the flick of Bex's tongue, trying not to imagine how it would feel against her clit, against her nipples.

"You're staring at my lips, Faith," said Bex, her voice a rumble of desire.

"That's because I'm waiting for you to kiss me." Faith had thought that she'd made her intentions very clear, but apparently Bex needed some guidance. "If you'd like, I'm happy to take the lead?"

"Oh no you don't, you cheeky thing you," said Bex, and she pulled Faith to her in a way that had Faith all melty in her arms.

Bex's head bent and, closing her eyes, Faith gave herself over to the kiss. It was gentle, not too overwhelming, but there was an intensity to it that had her wriggle in place and sigh her pleasure into Bex's mouth.

She ran her hand up and caught her fingers in Bex's long hair she'd left down for the evening. The strands felt like silk against her skin.

When Bex pulled back, the two of them paused for a moment, breathing decidedly more heavily than they had a few moments earlier.

"Good kiss?" Faith asked, just checking.

"Fucking great kiss," said Bex, and leaned forward to kiss Faith again.

Faith decided that she was quite alright doing nothing but kissing Bex for the rest of her life. Teeth nipped at her lower lip, and then Bex alternated between nibbling and sucking on it. It felt like a hickey for the mouth and Faith had never experienced anything like it.

"More of that," she said, pressing her fingers to where her lip throbbed. "That was awesome, I want more of that."

"Your wish is my command," said Bex, and then rolled her eyes at the words. "I seriously don't know what you do to me, Faith. I promise I'm not usually this cheesy."

Faith didn't mind it though. It was kind of nice to have someone go all gooey and soft over her kisses. She liked that. "Should we have a look at the private playrooms?" she asked.

"Good call. Come on you." Bex jumped up and held out a hand to Faith.

She took it, liking the firmness of Bex's grip, and followed as Bex headed over to a man wearing black slacks and a black shirt. There was a gold band around his biceps. According to the information Bex had read about the Dungeon, the uniform identified the man as a Dungeon Monitor.

"Hey, how do we book one of the private playrooms?"

"Usually people book in advance, but I can have a look through the set ups and see if there are any free for you?" offered the DM.

"Yes please," they said simultaneously.

"One with a St. Andrew's Cross," added Faith breathlessly. "If possible."

He met her eyes and smiled at her enthusiasm. "I'm sure we can manage something." He typed a couple of things out on a tablet, scanned through and nodded. "Yup, room four is available. You should both be okay, height-wise, but if you need any extenders, there should be some in the armoire. There are various implements in there as well. Simply return whatever you use in the basket beside the cabinet unless you want to add it to your personal collection. In that case, inform a service submissive. They will clean the implement and return it to your suite." He pointed to where a young man dressed in black pants and a lilac shirt was stacking some folded towels into one of the many armoires spread throughout the Dungeon.

"Great, thank you," said Bex, and she caught hold of Faith's hand and ushered her ahead, down the corridor to the playrooms.

The lighting was purple and amber here too, but when they entered room four, Faith noticed a remote with instructions for changing the lighting.

"Can we have low-level standard lighting?" she asked. "No one really looks great in amber, and for sensory reasons, I don't really like having the lights turned all the way up."

"Go ahead, pickle, and adjust the lighting to how you'd like it." Bex was over by the St. Andrew's Cross, fiddling with the attached cuffs. "I love the fact that this is a smaller cross. It's not going to be too tall for you at all!"

As Faith watched, Bex undid her blazer and tossed it onto the couch in the corner. "What're your aftercare needs?"

"Huh?" Faith couldn't think about anything other than having that lusciously curvy body pressed up against hers. The spread of Bex's hips, the swell of her stomach, the size of her thighs… everything about her was utterly transfixing.

"Aftercare, pickle, what aftercare needs do you have?"

"Oh," Faith blinked furiously in an attempt to refocus her mind away from "holy crap Bex is gorgeous" thoughts. "Ummm… water? And cuddles. Maybe blankets too?"

Bex nodded towards the couch, which was covered in blankets, and had a couple of unopened bottles of water on the floor. "Damn, this place really is good! Now, to the armoire!"

The armoire was made of a dark cherry wood, that seemed to shine as they approached it. "Usually, I'd use my own flogger," said Bex, "but I didn't like to assume we'd be playing together this evening. Let's have a look at what they have to offer."

When opened, the range of toys made Faith's eyes widen, and even Bex gave a low whistle.

"We don't have to use all of them, do we?" asked Faith, eyeing a particularly vicious looking cane nervously.

"Not at all, pickle," said Bex as she moved to stand behind Faith and wrapped her arms around her.

The little breath Faith let out was one of relief. There was something in her that said finally when she was in Bex's arms. Something that felt right.

Bex froze up in that way Faith was coming to recognize as slight panic, and she wriggled backward until they fit together perfectly and said, "No need to panic. This is lovely."

"It is," said Bex. "It really is."

Neither of them spoke for a few moments. They just stood there, Bex's arms enveloping Faith in her Bex-ness, breathing steadily.

"There are so many things this evening could be," said Bex, eventually. She sounded nervous now, and Faith was relieved to realize it wasn't just her. "The potential is almost terrifying, because whatever it is, I don't want to fuck it up. I don't want to fuck this up."

Faith twisted around in Bex's arms and then leaned in and kissed her hard. "This evening will be what we make of it. I trust you. We've got this."