Again that cat-lick, this time brushing her clitoris, sending jagged rods of lightning zipping and burning through her, heart-wrenching in their intensity, the pleasure she felt bordering on pain as she began to re-learn what her body could do and feel if she would only once more let it.
Ryan watched in silence as the girl held her hair bunched in one hand so it wouldn’t brush against Livvie’s thigh as she slowly insinuated her tongue-tip between Livvie’s thighs, deliberately giving her as few tactile clues as possible as to who was there, doing that to her. He grinned at the sudden muted squeal as Livvie bucked at the sensation, then slumped back, her breathing short and ragged as the young woman placed soft, feather-like kisses around and around her most delicate flesh. Those kisses slowly gave way to gentle lapping motions as Livvie trembled and sighed, visibly relaxing as pleasure worked its way through her. Ryan was fascinated as the girl’s oral ministrations worked their magic, Livvie’s smoothly waxed and glistening labia slowly swelling and darkening as they engorged.
Livvie was now squirming gently, her tense thighs quivering like a colt’s flanks as soft, liquid sighs replaced the earlier panicked squeals, obviously enjoying the stimulation, still no tactile clues to let her know who was pleasuring her so, only her intuition that it was another woman.
Ryan was lost in admiration. Chloe had said this girl was only here to help, and her obvious intent to pleasure Livvie and teach her about herself all over again, without once revealing any clue about herself, was reassuring Ryan in a way he didn’t think he’d needed. He’d been half-afraid this woman was coming here to seduce Livvie and perhaps turn her away from him, that this was how she got between couples and levered them apart, but now he knew better; she was here to help, to lead Livvie back to him, and also to help him find his way back to his beloved sister-wife and remind her that she was the best and most important thing in his world.
It also helped that she was obviously enjoying every second of it; whatever her motives for helping Ryan and Livvie, it was clear to Ryan that she really was here to help ‘a friend of a friend’; hard on the heels of that thought came a new understanding; whoever she was, she obviously took great pride and satisfaction, and a great deal of pleasure, in being the one to catalyze their reconciliation and show them the way back. As he was considering these thoughts, the girl’s eyes flicked up to his, and she indicated with a quick nod and a raised eyebrow what she wanted him to do next.
Ryan smiled down at his wife, and ducked down to kiss and gently lick along the side of her breast, savouring the feel of her warm, silky skin, enjoying the soft, mewing, cat-like sounds of pleasure as he teased and tasted her.
Livvie curled and writhed gently, lost in the remembered pleasure of what was happening to her; the soft, flicking tongue massaged and gently teased her most tender flesh, sending sharp, joyful pangs through and through her, scratching at the surface of her memory, digging deeper, taking her back to a time when this had been hers for the taking. As she whined in the intensity of her pleasure, another pair of lips made themselves felt, kissing along the side of her breast, into the hollow of her neck, to suck gently and scrape with teeth ever so lightly at her earlobe.
At that, her eyes flew open once more under the blindfold; Ryan! Only he knew how much she’d loved that… but that meant… licking her… it was the unknown woman!
As she realised that, her body responded to that knowledge, orgasm flaring white and hot inside her, a miniature supernova filling her internal universe and searing along every nerve fibre to crackle in her muscles like firefly wings, bright, sharp, and jagged, delicate and sharply-defined as ice-ferns on a frozen windshield. A copper tracery of hot, scarlet hypnagogic patterns and images boiled and pin-wheeled before her shuttered eyes as pleasure thrilled and sang like silver in her bones, turning her thoughts to glass, then shattering them soundlessly, to dissolve without trace into the quicksilver river of orgasm as it rushed and spilled again and again over the banked levees of her mind.
Livvie screamed behind the soft gag as the intensity of her release shook and shuddered through her. Orgasm more intense than any she’d ever experienced blazed again and again through her as her limited sensorium, unable to move, touch, see, or interact in any way save passively, pulsed and echoed with pleasure, paradoxically multiplied over and over by her lack of other input from the outside world.
Ryan watched in awe as Livvie, his Livvie, shook and shuddered and whined in the throes of orgasm, the sensations she’d denied so long and shuttered away as being one with the past, a past she didn’t need to recall as the only one she had that past to share with was preparing to leave her, now reclaiming her, shattering her self-imposed bonds and opening the way back to her life and her loved ones again.
Livvie finally slumped back bonelessly, her heart slamming in the prison of her ribs. The knowledge that another woman had brought her this pleasure churned and roiled inside her; that she could take so much pleasure from another woman’s touch was both repellent and highly arousing. The thought jolted her even as she basked in the warmth and remembered heat of that quicksilver flash of orgasm; with that came the realisation that, more than anything, she wanted to share that heated moment again, and a million more like it, with her Ryan.
That knowledge alone shook her; she’d forgotten how she’d felt he was turning away from her. Now she was only thinking of his future kisses and caresses. She relaxed into post-orgasmic languor, her body still trembling and twitching in reaction, and now, as if in answer to her unspoken wish, her gag was tugged down and a soft pair of lips brushed her lips, while a gentle hand stroked the hair back from her forehead.
“You’re safe, you’re okay, I’ve got you…” she heard, Ryan’s voice as he breathed reassurances in her ear, and while a coal of anger still smouldered inside her at the way he’d deceived and confined her, bound and gagged her and subjected her to… whatever this was, that anger was now dissipating; she was still safe, this was still Ryan, and for all she’d believed he was done with her, she at least knew he would never harm her or allow harm to come to her. And maybe, she realised, if he was doing all this for her, he wasn’t done with her quite yet. And maybe, if she tried, if she threw herself into what he was trying to bring about, he wouldn’t be done with her at all.
Enjoy what he’s doing, Livvie, she told herself, learn from this; he’s trying to make it right again; if he didn’t love you he wouldn’t try; this is how he came to you before, let him do it again, Livvie, go with it, it’s because he loves you so much; this is what you did the day you made your baby…
At that, her mouth flew open as she gasped in anguish.
“Jack! Where’s my baby, Ryan, what have you…?”
“Shush, Livvie, Jack-Jack’s safe, he’s with someone who loves him, he’s safe, he’s close by, don’t worry! This is about you and me, now, hold on to that!”
As she listened to him, a tear escaped from under the blindfold and trickled down her cheek, the panic and outright fear for her child dissipating as she heard the love and reassurance in his voice, and knew he was telling the truth. As he moved to slide the gag back into place, she shook her head.
“No Ryan, please, you don’t need it anymore…” she whispered. She could sense his eyes on her, could almost hear his smile as she turned to him. He looked quizzically at the masked girl, who smiled and nodded. Ryan gave a small sigh of relief; another hurdle had been safely cleared. He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers, making her gasp softly,
“Please, Ry, make it like it was before, show me again how you love me like you did before!” she whispered. He slipped the gag fully off her, his lips brushing hers again, this time lingering a little while longer. As he pulled away from her, she moaned softly.
“Ryan, I… I let so much go… I… didn’t know… I thought that you… show me again, please, make it like it was, please…!”
Ryan paused, a small smile on his lips, then he once more dipped down to brush his lips against hers. Livvie strained up to kiss him back, more tears trailing down her cheeks as she cried under the blindfold.
“Please Ry, I’ve been so scared for so long, I couldn’t even see you anymore! I left you out, and I was losing you, because I thought you didn’t want me anymore! I was so scared you had everything you wanted, and you were done with us! Please Ry, I want my family back, I want you and Jack-Jack and everything back again, Ry, please, help me, show me how to keep you!”
Ryan’s heart wrung at the note of anguish in her voice. There was something else, too; the essence that was Livvie, that sparkle and presence that had always been such a feature of her in his eyes, was returning. He kissed her gently, reassuringly, his fingertips caressing her cheek, her chin, her forehead, while Livvie sobbed silently.
“Livvie, I would never leave, I need you, and I so want you to come back to me. I love you so much, Livvie, please let me try to make it right with you; I was a fool, and I let my foolishness rule me, but that’s gone now, and all I want is you, but you, you have to remember too what we had, what we can still have; you need to really, really want us, Livvie, and you have to do that yourself. All I can do is be here. Come back to me, my darling girl, please come home, I want you so much!”
His lips met hers again, and this time Livvie kissed him back hungrily, her tongue slipping between his lips and brushing against his tongue. They kissed for what seemed hours, but was in reality just seconds, before Livvie slumped back down.
“Whatever it takes, Ry, I’ll do it; I want so much for it to go back to how it was! I’m so sorry, I was wrong, I pushed you away; all I need is you and Jack-Jack…”
She took a long, shuddering breath, her perfect breasts rising and falling in a way that stirred him all over again.
Ryan looked at her in wonder.
“And what about… you know, my… helper…?”