Adagio came by on Wednesday evening, wearing jeans and a hoodie, and again carrying her bag.

“Hello, lover,” said Sunset when she opened the door to let Adagio in, and kissed her before she could reply.

“Hey,” said Adagio, smile broadening. “Quite a greeting.”

“Not finished yet,” said Sunset. She closed door, took Adagio's bag from her and dropped it on the floor, then grabbed the girl's shoulders, pushed her against the wall of the stairwell and kissed her again more forcefully.

“There. Now I'm finished.” she said.

Adagio's chest heaved. Her face was flushed already. “What's brought this on?”

“I have an amazingly hot girlfriend. And my friends approve of her! Also, I'm acing math without breaking a sweat because I already learned everything about ODEs before I came to this world. Now come on!” She grabbed Adagio's bag – heavier than the last time – and started climbing the stairs.

“They approve of me?” asked Adagio behind her.

“Yep.”

“Well thank fuck for that. I was on the verge of a panic attack until you told me.”

“Adagio,” said Sunset, feeling slightly needled, “I actually had realised what my friends think doesn't matter to you. Since, y'know, you tell me every hour on the hour. But it does matter to me, alright?”

Adagio was silent for a few seconds. “Alright,” she said. “I'm glad you're happy.”

Sunset stopped the smile at her. “Thanks.”

They continued up to her apartment.

Adagio stopped at the doorway. “Go,” said. “I'll wait out here.”

“What?”

“It won't be as fun if I watch you get changed.” Adagio smiled at her and pushed her into her room. “Tell me when you're ready.”

Sunset looked at the bag in her hand then back up at Adagio. She closed the door, dropped the bag on the bed, and with a pounding heart investigated its contents.

Clothes were on top, all black. Beneath them, a blindfold, candles and some thin red rope. She took a moment to investigate the rope, cool and smooth between her thumb and forefinger.

Better not keep Adagio waiting.

She laid out the clothes Adagio had prepared for her: A sheer lingerie top, thin lace panties, a very short multilayered skirt, and fishnet stockings to be held up with a garter belt.

When she'd changed and her clothes were stowed away, Sunset took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. The skirt didn't quite cover her ass, and her nipples were clearly visible through the top. She rather liked the effect. It was odd, she thought to herself. Before she'd met Adagio, she'd never thought of herself as sexy. Not in this form. She'd been aware of sex appeal, of course, mostly as a means of control. But this was different. She felt attractive, she knew Adagio would find her attractive, and she revelled in it.

She opened the door a crack. “Adagio?”

The hallway was empty. For a brief moment she was being subjected to some unplanned game, but then Adagio appeared from the door to the communal kitchen. “Don't worry,” she said. “I'm here. Just checking on some stuff.” She strode into Sunset's room and closed the door behind her.

She ran her fingers down Sunset's arms from her shoulders, finishing by taking her hands. “Don't you look lovely?” she said, and nuzzled her neck. Then pulled back and slapped her on the ass. “On the bed, little pony. Hands above your head.”

Sunset did as she was asked, and Adagio retrieved a length of rope from the bag. Evidently she'd been practicing, or had done this before. Within moments Sunset's wrists were bound together to one of the metal bars that made of the headboard, rope tight enough to hold her steady, but not digging in unless she pulled too hard.

“Spread your legs.” – and each ankle was bound to a a lower corner.

Task accomplished, Adagio stood at the foot of the bed and examined her handiwork.

Sunset wriggled, testing the bonds. Nothing gave. She knew from where Adagio was standing, she could see right up her skirt. The thought gave her a frisson of joy, and she tried to close her legs to ensure that she couldn't.

Adagio seemed to enjoy watching Sunset struggle. She pulled her boots off and crawled over the foot of the bed until she was on top of Sunset. “Little pony,” she said softly, “all trussed and ready for me to have my way with her.” She moved in closer, to the side; Sunset could feel Adagio's unsteady breath against her neck. No kissing; just breathing. Auburn hair draped around, tickling her face. Sunset wriggled again, anticipation burning.

The kiss when it came was just a single, brief touch of Adagio's lips against her neck. Then Adagio moved away, sat up so she was straddling Sunset's waist. The denim of her jeans pressed against Sunset's sides and front. Adagio traced a middle finger lightly over Sunset's body, starting on the sheer fabric covering her ribcage, down and over her bare tummy.

Gentle touches, singular touches, but carrying with them an immense power of command; Adagio could do as she pleased without resistance, so only the lightest contact was all she needed. And each touch further carried through its subtlety a surge of pleasure.

Adagio straightened, pulled off her hoody and top, unhooked her bra, removed it. Sunset had a brief moment to admire her lithe topless form. Then she leaned forward.

Sunset took Adagio's nipple in her mouth. It was already hard, and she could hear the girl moan – or possibly growl – as she ran her tongue across it. Adagio shifted so Sunset could kiss her other nipple. Then back to the first. Sunset could feel Adagio grinding against her, denim rubbing against her skin.

One hand occupied to steady herself on the bed, Adagio stroked Sunset's hair with the other. “You're … you're wonderful,” she said between moans. “But now it's time to begin.”

She straightened, got off Sunset, off the bed, and looked in her bag. Sunset craned her neck to see what she was getting.

The blindfold. Of course. The world went dark as Adagio put it on her. Sunset shivered with anticipation, unable to move, unable to see, trying to hear what Adagio was doing.

Rustling in the bag. A click of something. Motion.

Adagio's lips against her right hip, kisses and soft bites, accompanied by caresses against her thigh. Sunset gasped.

Fingertips and lips traced patterns across her thigh, across to her other thigh, then her hips again, her tummy, every time coming closer to her crotch but never actually touching it.

Sunset's breath became shallow, punctuated by little murmurs, as she tried to shift her hips so Adagio's touch would become intimate, but to no avail.

At her hips again, a fingertip slid under the top of her skirt and panties, only going a little way in, then moved across her mound until it was right next to her slit – then pulled away. Sunset moaned again, this time half in frustration. Above her, the bar her arms were tied to squeaked as she pulled against it. The fabric of her panties pressed insistently between her legs. It wasn't enough. “Please,” she said.

“Shh,” said Adagio. “When I'm ready.”

The touch around her legs ceased. More motion. The fabric of her top was moved aside, so only her breasts were still covered. A pause. Then –

Burning.

A circle of pain on her ribs, to the right. She cried out. A rivulet of hot wax ran down her side.

Of course, the candles. She'd almost forgotten.

Adagio kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “Good?”

Sunset nodded.

Another splash of pain just below her collarbone, on the left. This time she managed to stifle a cry.

Her skin sang with anticipation – not knowing where the wax would land next.

Pressure on her tummy. Not wax, just a series of kisses and Adagio's hot breath playing against her skin.

Burning – this time on her thigh. Followed moments later by another spot on her hip.

Again featherlight touch. Again pain. Unpredictable in form and location. Adagio's fingertips teased between her legs, around her nipples, circling without touching, then dancing away to wring surges of pleasure from innocent spots on her arms or sides or neck, even her bound hands. At one point she thought she felt Adagio's breath against her pussy and thrust forward to try and make contact, but met with nothing. Moments later another sting of hot wax hit her leg.

Her lingerie was pushed aside and for the first time Adagio's fingers came in contact with her bare nipple. Sunset gasped and managed to get out something that sounded a bit like “please”, but moments later the touch was gone.

A pause. The sound of her door moving.

“Adagio?” she said weakly.

A few seconds later, the door again, closed firmly with a click. “I'm here.”

Fingers caressed her body. Then Adagio climbed onto the bed, grabbed her top and tore it open. Sunset felt Adagio's warm lips, then tongue, against her nipple. She mewled and pushed forward.

Something against her other nipple –

Cold! Very cold.

Sunset yelped.

The sensation of cold slid down over her breast, over her sternum, over her tummy, moving between the marks of wax, leaving a chill wet trail. It stopped just before it reached the hem of her skirt.

“I found ice cubes in the kitchen,” said Adagio, sounding very proud of herself. She moved to the nipple she'd just touched with the ice and took it in her mouth, tongue dancing across the sensitive skin.

She ran a finger up Sunset's inner thigh. But instead of moving away at the last second, she deftly caught Sunset's panties and moved them aside, exposing her pussy. Sunset wriggled. The bar above her creaked.

For the briefest moment, ice touched her naked pussy. Sunset gasped, tried to retreat – but immediately after, she felt Adagio's fingers, still cool and wet, exploring her folds for the first time that night. Again the bar above her creaked' again she moaned. But the touch was gone again in a moment.

“Don't stop. Please.”

“Hush,” said Adagio.

A spatter of hot wax between her breasts, pushed aside and replaced by the chill touch of ice. Then ice against her thigh followed immediately by wax. The same counterpoint in different orders followed elsewhere. Her skirt and panties were pulled a little way down, and wax and ice stung against her mound. Every time Sunset ground her teeth and managed not to make a sound, beyond a tiny whine once or twice. The bar above her squealed for her as she pulled against it.

The sensations stopped. She heard Adagio moving. Her panties being moved again – and Adagio's hand pressing gently against her pussy. She shivered and suppressed a moan.

“Little pony,” said Adagio. “You may speak. What do you want to ask me?”

Sunset realised she was rolling her hips against Adagio's firm touch between her legs. “Let me come. Please, ma'am.”

Adagio's touch against her pussy grew firmer. “I don't know. Do you deserve it?”

Sunset swallowed and took a moment to string together her thoughts. “Ma'am, your little pony is begging you to let her come. Please don't disappoint her.”

Silence. Adagio's hand moved away. Then: “After that, how could I turn you down?” Adagio moved in and kissed her deeply.

Motion again. Adagio grabbed her skirt and panties. A moment later fabric tore over her hip, and both were gone. Adagio moved forward again and said, “Actually, I want you to see this.” She tugged off Sunset's blindfold.

Sunset blinked against the light. Adagio stood above her, still topless, with her usual wolfish grin. Glancing down, Sunset saw her body, naked and covered with spatters of wax. Beyond, the extinguished candle and ice tray sat innocently on the window ledge.

“Comfortable?” asked Adagio.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Good.” Adagio strode down to the foot of the bed, climbed on the mattress and kneeled between Sunset's spread legs.

She gave Sunset another grin, then moved down to lick her pussy.

Sunset gave a long, drawn out moan of relief. Finally. The touches were light at first. A nuzzling then a kiss against her slit, followed by Adagio's tongue delicately exploring her folds.

Sunset rolled her hips. Moving as much as she could. The bar whined again.

One of Adagio's hands grasped her thigh tightly, fingers digging into the flesh. The other aided her mouth, playing with Sunset's pussy.

Adagio's tongue touched her clit, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body, then retreated.

And again. At the same time Adagio's fingers slide inside her. Sunset moaned and bucked her hips.

Another retreat. Another tease. Another return. She felt Adagio's fingers curling inside her, moaned, then moaned more when Adagio's attention returned to her clit.

This time there was no retreat. Inside her, motion, pressure. Sunset glanced down once to see Adagio eagerly working away between her legs, then closed her eyes to let herself succumb to the rolling surges of pleasure coming up through her body.

Nearly.

Nearly.

There.

The bar squealed again.

Adagio didn't stop when she came. Of course not.

Sunset felt another finger inside her, more motion against her clit.

Pressure inside. Building.

And again she came, crying out Adagio's name as she did so.

Sunset lay there panting, barely aware of Adagio's motion until she kissed her. Adagio silently moved about the bet, loosening Sunset's bonds until she could move again.

Sunset rubbed her hands to get some sensation back into them, then, started to idly pull patches of dried wax off her body. They left sore reddish patched. Nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. “I hope you didn't get any of this on the sheets,” she murmured.

Adagio finished untying her ankles, dropped the rope on the floor, then spread her hands. One palm had a similar sore patch running along one side. “A couple of close calls, but I think I saved it.” She collected the dried wax from Sunset, dropped it on the shelf, then crawled onto the bed beside her. “That's your fault, though.”

Sunset followed Adagio's gesture – the central headboard's bar was visibly bent. “Eh, okay.”

She grabbed Adagio's waist and pulled her in to cuddle.

Author's Notes:

Things have gone a bit fuckup here. I'm delivering the chapter as promised, but you might not see me in the comments box for a while.