Chapter 2

And… that was it? She was invited to Sydney’s place? Without even asking or being asked? Or did the woman just want Kate to drop her off? Kate really had no clue what was going on.

“Text me the address,” Kate said, when the girl returned, carrying a guitar case that looked disproportionately large. “I can pull it up in maps.”

Sydney nodded, asking for her number as she swiped her phone. A moment later, Kate’s phone pinged with an address that meant nothing to her, this not being her hometown, but that’s why she used the navigation. That, and avoiding speeding tickets.

“I didn’t recognize a lot of today’s material,” Kate said, “and I think I know everything you have online.”

“Yeah, we took the opportunity to try out new work,” Sydney replied from the passenger seat. She was studying Kate, but didn’t smile if Kate glanced in her direction. “Not being paid meant no refunds if they didn’t like the show.”

“I think they did,” Kate said.

That elicited no more than a grunt, though the woman’s narrowed eyes remained on her face.

Hunting for a new conversation topic, Kate asked, “Why play a free wedding show?”

“Chelle’s deal,” Sydney said. “The women are friends who helped her find her new groove. If we’d lost her we’d have been back to playing dive bars, so we all figure we owe them.”

A few minutes later, Kate pulled up at a small suburban house. She still didn’t know where she stood. Sydney clambered out of her Jetta, opening the rear door to retrieve her guitar. She frowned at Kate. “Are you coming?”

“Uh, I wasn’t sure…” said Kate.

“You’re not a fucking taxi, are you?” Sydney stalked up the path to the house.

That must have been an invitation. Kate followed the woman to the house, beeping the car locked on the way.

The house was sparsely furnished. There were a number of amplifiers against the walls of the living and dining room, and conspicuously clear spaces that could well be for a drum kit and keyboards.

“This is where you practice?” Kate asked.

“Not often, anymore,” Sydney said. She set her guitar case down and led the way to the kitchen. There was a small table in a breakfast nook, which must be the only place available for meals, since the dining room was given over to band use. “The soundproofing isn’t perfect, and our hours are limited, but if our usual room isn’t available, yeah.”

She filled two glasses with ice water from the fridge, handing one to Kate without asking whether she’d prefer anything else. After the energy of the show the cold water was perfect.

Holding her own glass, Sydney strode out of the room, stooping to pick up her guitar. She cocked her head to the side, indicating that Kate should follow, so she did, trailing behind Sydney into a large bedroom. There were a couple more amps against the wall, and the large upright speakers of a music system.

Sydney set the guitar down again, then leaned over the bed. Reaching down behind the headboard, she pulled out a pair of straps, ending in padded velcro cups. Then she extracted a further two straps from the bottom corners of the bed.

“Make yourself at home,” she said, waving a hand to the bed. As an afterthought, she said, “Word?”

“Spider,” Kate said, immediately. It was only two days since she’d last shared her safeword.

“Spider?” Sydney raised an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t you want to shut down if there was a spider?”

Sydney shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck about spiders,” she said, and headed into the bathroom.

Kate assumed that “comfortable” implied naked, so she stripped, then fastened herself to the bed, face up, a pillow behind her head, leaving her left hand for the other woman to secure. She heard the shower running, but it stopped quickly. A couple of minutes later, Sydney emerged from the bathroom in a lacy, deep neckline tank bra in ice blue, with matching lacy panties. The leather bra she’d been wearing for the gig hinted at fine breasts, but this top didn’t hint. It shaped and revealed.

“That color doesn’t look like your style,” Kate said, as Sydney fastened the velcro on the last cuff. Kate tested the play in the straps, finding it slack, but too short to allow her to move her bound hands to her chest.

She expected snark in response, but Sydney just shrugged, saying, “I have to wear something. And I have a life outside the band.”

Kate wasn’t about to ask for details, especially when Sydney licked her finger and began to caress her slit. An excited tingle grew in her breasts, and her heart began to thump within her chest.

Sydney’s finger travelled higher, caressing her clit. She was soon making a soft gasp with each exhale as her arousal trickled out from her chest, making her loosely bound arms prickle.

Still, this seemed a very pedestrian reason to bind her. Not that Sydney wasn’t making her feel good – very good – but she’d expected more. Something different.

The muscles of Kate’s belly tightened as her thighs clenched. The smaller woman stepped back, nodding in apparent satisfaction. She moved away from the bed to open a drawer, from which she took a curved, pink device. A moment later she was wrapping the toy in a condom, then bringing it back to the bed with lube.

Ignoring the pink device for a moment, Sydney lubed her fingers. The feel of them penetrating and caressing her made Kate groan. Withdrawing them, Sydney smoothed lube onto the vibrator, and began to push it into Kate, her eyes monitoring Kate’s reaction.

Pedestrian or not, Sydney’s touch had built Kate’s wetness to the point that the condom needed no more lube. It nestled deep within her, rabbit ears against her clit. Capping the lube, Sydney moved it aside, then headed back to the bathroom, returning with her hands clean and dried. Kate had no idea what she was planning, but the encounter was becoming more interesting.

Returning to the drawer, Sydney took out a phone. It appeared to be an older model, chunky, with a large border around the screen. The small woman powered it on, which took maybe a full minute or more before it made a startup sound. Then she entered her passcode and pulled up an app. The vibrator buzzed sharply, making Kate jump.

Sydney watched Kate, her expression seeming almost dispassionate as she adjusted the control. Kate shivered as the vibration moved from deep within her to her clit.

Apparently satisfied, Sydney took a cord from the drawer, plugging one end into the phone and the other into one of the amps. Then she unpacked and strapped on her guitar. This must be why she’d said she had to wear something. Kate imagined that playing the instrument naked would be uncomfortable.

Sydney slapped a small wireless gadget into the amp, then played an experimental note. Kate felt the vibrator tremble deep inside her.

Grinning at her, Sydney adjusted a few controls, then launched into the opening she’d used as the first song of the evening. The combination of screaming lead guitar and hard vibration made Kate’s thighs clench, her hips lifting into the air. Sydney moved into the riff, and the vibe pulsed with the music. When the riff ended, the guitar went silent. Kate found herself gasping, her whole body now tingling with arousal, but so far from being ready to come that the feeling was tortuous.

Sydney switched to a solo from one of the band’s slower ballads, and if Kate had wondered if she knew how erotic the throbbing of the beat frequency could be, Sydney showed that she was entirely aware, smirking at Kate as she writhed, groaning, on the bed.

“Did you say something?” Sydney asked, lightly picking out a melody, the volume low.

“I think I said, ‘Holy fuck,'” Kate replied. “But I’m not sure. I couldn’t hear myself.”

That brought a chuckle from Sydney. Without warning, she boosted the volume and struck a series of chords that made Kate squirm.

A rational part of Kate’s mind insisted that the vibe could only have been responding to volume, and maybe synchronizing to rhythm. It shouldn’t matter what Sydney played. But what she played did matter to her ears, and since she already found the woman’s playing erotic as fuck, the device embedded in her sex was enhancing that. So it didn’t matter that it was only pulsing in time to Sydney’s playing. In a very real sense, Sydney was serenading her clit and her G-spot.

And in an even more real and immediate sense, Kate’s body needed more. She groaned and thrashed on the bed, desperate for touch. The cruelty of her loose bonds was becoming clear. As much movement as they allowed, she couldn’t touch herself. She couldn’t cup her breasts or squeeze her nipples. She couldn’t rub her clit. Only the vibrator ears were doing that, and they were completely under the control of Sydney’s guitar.

Sydney moved up to the bed. As Kate gazed up at her, silently pleading with her, she struck a dissonant pair of notes, bending one to create the beat that was now so familiar to Kate. Then she reached out, the sound stretching as she pinched Kate’s swollen nipple, tweaking it right and left in time to the pulsing sound. There was a sharp jab against her breast where Sydney had hastily tucked her guitar pick aside to free her thumb and forefinger.

“Fuuuck…” Kate groaned. Her hips lifted from the bed, thighs squeezing together.

When the notes began to fade, Sydney struck the strings again, renewing the sound. As it throbbed in Kate’s ears, Sydney cupped her breast, the pick only lightly digging into her skin this time, as she squeezed and stretched the breast beyond the point of pain. All that meant to Kate, though, was the way it amplified the pulsing sound, making her sex tighten around the pounding vibrator. Kate tugged on her wrist cuff, fruitlessly trying to reach her other breast.