Willow knew that it was daytime but you couldn't tell in the midst of all the dark. Tara had instructed that she must stay behind her at all times and only speak when told so. Trying her best to follow such simple things it seemed quite difficult.
Passing door upon door she had a million questions but kept quiet. Tara paused at one particular door and opened it, stepping aside for Willow to walk in.
Up against the stone wall was a giant wheel and four leather straps spaced around the edges. Behind the wheel was a large board spotted with tiny holes and blood stains.
Willow couldn't keep her mouth shut on this one she looked at Tara and dared it. "What does this do, Mistress?"
Tara didn't scold her but her eyes sparkled with excitement. "This is one of my favorites actually. Watch."
Moving up to the object she placed one hand around the rough edge and yanked on it. The wheel began to spin, the leather straps hitting off the side of the walls. Tara moved away from the wheel and walked over to a box sitting beside it, she opened it and withdrew two long daggers. Catlike she slaked up to Willow and smiled, bringing the tip of the blade up to her cheek.
Willow took a deep breath and held it watching the knife rake gently down her skin. It was so sudden that Tara whipped around and threw not one, but both knives in-between the openings of the wheel. One right where someone's head could have possible been.
Turning back to Willow, Tara smiled but it was strained and Willow guessed she was more aroused than words could explain. Did Tara want to put her on that thing and see if she could still miss? Holy shit.
They watched each other for a good moment. Tara trying to read Willow and Willow trying to do the same. Tara moved away from Willow's face and walked back to the door. "Next."
The next room wasn't quite as scary but still held the edge of excitement for Willow. Like most of the beds Willow had seen in the dungeons, this one was huge, with four posters. I In the middle of it black leather straps hung from the ceiling. It was shaped as if to hold a person midair.
"It's a swing." Tara answered Willow's unspoken question. "See?"
Tara crawled onto the bed and stood up with such ease around the swing. She leaned back into and sprawled out like a goddess on mount Olympus. "Come here."
Willow picked up her jaw from the ground and moved to the side of bed. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to get up on the bed and kneel in between my legs." Tara said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Carefully, not quite as gracefully as Tara had done, Willow moved up on the bed, trying her best to keep eye contact on Tara. She crawled to Tara's feet and brushed her cheek on her calf. Tara let out a quite whimper.
"Sorry, Mistress." Willow mumbled, completely shocked.
"Up here. When you address me you will make it a point to address me properly." Tara spoke sternly, frightening Willow a bit.
"Yes, Mistress." Willow managed bringing herself up so now she was eye level with Tara's crotch and still able to look in her eyes.
"Nice view isn't it?" Tara asked with a tiny grin.
Willow took a moment to scan her surroundings. Tara laying there utterly beautiful, legs apart, hands grasped around the swing straps, looking at her with those drowned eyes. Damn right it was a nice view.
"Oh yes, Mistress, very nice." Willow choked out.
"Smell me, Willow, smell what you've done to me." Tara said her head dipping back.
Willow leaned forward, instantly catching the scent of Tara. She closed her eyes and breathed deeper. Who knew a woman's arousal would be so sexy? But it was and such a thought made her move closer that the tip of her nose was pressed against Tara's panties. Somehow the skirt she had put on was pulled aside enough for this to happen.
"Dear god, Willow." Tara moaned out. Her hand flew out and entangled it in Willow's hair pulling her face into her.
With not time to react the only thing Willow could do was grab Tara's thighs to help hold her back from knocking her out of the swing. Willow's lips wrapped around the satin material and she kissed Tara's swollen nub gently. But this brought out another reaction from Tara and she ground her hips upwards forcing Willow to nip her with her teeth.
"Oh yes, just like that." Tara groaned.
Willow wasn't sure what to do next, Tara was seeping out onto her face, making it difficult to concentrate on anything. Her nails now dug into the outsides of Tara's thighs pulling her closer. It was erotic and intoxicating beyond all measure.
"That's enough my pet." Tara said suddenly, her grip loosened enough for Willow to move her head back.
Willow backed up and slid off the bed, nearly hitting her head on the wall. She scrambled up as quick as possible trying to hide her embarrassment. But Tara was there holding out her hand chuckling.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Willow lied brushing her hair out of her face.
"Next room? Or are you ready to make love to me yet?" Tara asked her face unreadable.
"I think I'm ready." Willow responded and before she could think was tossed back on the bed.