Free Unwilling by Julia P. Lynde

and down my foot.
    I expected it to hurt. It didn't. But it tickled badly.
    "Oh god! Oh god! Stop!"
    "No." She continued to tickle my foot.
    I began thrashing around, begging her to stop while trying to pull away from what she was doing to my foot. She was grinning at me.
    Eventually she stopped tickling. I slumped against the bed.
    "That was exactly one minute," she said once my breathing was calmed down. "Imagine twenty minutes per foot."
    "Oh god," I said. "I'd be promising you the world after five."
    She smiled.
    "Release me now," I told her.
    "If you ask again, I will," she said. "But I hope you will let me show you how good this can feel, first. I promise not to tickle."
    I looked at her then nodded.
    She lowered the wheel to the top of my foot then drew it carefully across the top of my foot to the outside of my leg. It felt weird. I began to squirm. She worked her way up my leg in a series of long, light strokes, barely touching me. She used the wheel to caress my sides and arms, always gently, and I soon couldn't stop squirming.
    "Oh god," I said.
    "I know," she told me. "Starting to understand?"
    "Yes. Please don't stop."
    She chuckled but continued to caress me with the wheel. She stayed away from my breasts and the insides of my legs, and she was very , very careful around my face, but she used it everywhere.
    "Imagine a backrub involving this."
    She kept it up for a while, and I continued to squirm. Then she slowed down and finally stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at her. "It's starting to become too intense for you. You'll stop enjoying it soon."
    I squirmed a little more. What she had done was very intense. I felt like a ll my nerve endings were alive. The way I was tied left me feeling very helpless and vulnerable. She could do anything she wanted to me, and I couldn't stop her. I looked up at her. She was standing over me, looking at me spread on the bed, helpless. I couldn't tell what she was thinking.
    I couldn't tell her what I was thinking. I didn't want her to stop.
    "What else would you do?" I asked her instead.
    "You know darned well what I'd do," she replied. "Straight girl."
    I closed my eyes, imagining her hands touching me. Then I felt her settle on the bed and felt her hands on my foot. "Yes!" I thought before I realized she was releasing me.
    She released both my ankles then my wrists, taking only a few seconds for each. I was so disappointed!
    But I couldn't tell her. She would laugh. I couldn't stand it.
    I rolled over on my side facing away from her and curled up a little. She sat on the bed behind me. "Are you all right, Melissa?"
    "Yes," I said.
    I lied like that. Then I felt her hand on my hip. "What's wrong?" she asked.
    "Will you hold me?"
    "Of course." I felt her lie down behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer to her. "What's wrong?"
    "Nothing," I said. "I'm just feeling vulnerable. I liked what you did."
    I felt her smile against my shoulder. "It was pretty intense."
    "Yes."
    She started to pull away.
    "Please don't go," I asked her.
    "I'll be back," she promised. "Then I'll hold you and we can talk."
    She left me for a few minutes. I heard her use the bathroom then move around the house, turning lights off. She came back to the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes, hanging them up. I still had the bathrobe bunched around my shoulders, so she pulled me up to a sitting position and slid it off me, then peeled the bed covers back and slipped me into the bed.
    She was very kind and gentle.
    She turned the rest of the lights off and slipped into bed behind me, wrapping me in her arms again.
    "Are you okay?"
    "Sort of," I said. I wriggled closer to her and kissed one of her hands. "I would never let a guy do any of this to me," I told her.
    She giggled. "I told you, I wouldn't either."
    "I'm serious," I said. "But with you it's different."
    She kissed my shoulder. "Thank you for trusting me. It means a lot to me."
    It was a lot more than trust. Why couldn't she