“What great people,” Deanna said as she pushed open the back door.
“They really are.” I didn’t see Hannah, Odette, and Wiremu often enough—they were more Victoria’s friends than mine—but I loved it when we all got together.
While I fed the animals, Deanna poured us a drink. She handed me a glass of wine, and I accepted it gratefully.
“So, I take it our hosts are a triad?” She leaned against the kitchen bench, legs crossed at the ankles, glass of bourbon in hand.
“Correct.” I probably should’ve told her that beforehand, but I was so used to their dynamics it hadn’t occur to me. “Hannah met Odette at Libellule’s. They went and fell in love, and as the saying goes, the rest is history.”
“Admirable.” Deanna nodded slowly.
“Unconventional. But, yes, commendable.” I’d never seen so much as a hint of jealousy between the three.
“Could you live like that?” Deanna asked.
My reply came without thought. “While I admire what they have, no. I don’t think I could. What about you?”
“No. You’re all the woman I need.”
The air crackled between us, and Deanna’s heated gaze ignited the passion burning inside me. I took the glass out of her hand and set it aside, along with mine. Deanna watched me expectantly. I cupped the back of her neck and coaxed her forward. Her eyes slid closed as her lips parted.
The combination of wine on my lips and bourbon on her tongue intoxicated my senses. What was supposed to be a gentle kiss soon had us both breathing hard.
After what felt like the longest, most passionate kiss of my life, I finally came up for air. “I’ve wanted to do that all day…” I palmed her breast. “And this.”
Deanna inhaled sharply, sending a jolt of desire straight between my legs.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.” Deanna’s voice was raspy.
I shook my head. “Try again.” When she didn’t speak, I helped her out. “Bedroom?”
“No, Mistress S.”
“Good girl.” My clit pulsed. Submissive Dee wanted to play, and I was all for it. If she’d said bedroom, I happily would’ve made love to her. Regardless of the power exchange between us, our love-making was always full of passion and left me breathless.
A pro at making do, I grabbed the nearest thing to me and bound Dee’s hands behind her back, giving new meaning to being tied to the apron strings.
She grinned as if having the same thought. I grabbed her chin and kissed the smile off her face. By the time I released my grip, Dee’s cheeks were flushed, her eyelids heavy.
With my gaze locked on hers, I pushed Dee’s top up to her chin, unclipped her bra, and freed her gorgeous breasts. I teased a nipple with the tip of my finger before grazing it with my teeth, nipping and licking, sucking and releasing, over and over until she was gasping for breath.
“I want to touch you so bad. Please, Mistress. Please let me.”
Her desire to please sent a ripple of heat dancing through my body. “I’ve only just started and you’re begging.” I popped the button on her jeans. “Such a needy girl.” I undid the zipper and slid a hand inside, finding her wet and wanting. I ran a finger through her folds, then dropped to my knees, my need to taste her overriding all other thought.
A lick on my ear made me freeze. Dee chuckled, and I glanced over my shoulder. Harley tilted his head, eyeing me curiously.
“Out.” Dee pointed to the back door, and I could’ve sworn Harley dropped his lip. Could dogs do that? With his head hung low, he obeyed, doing a U-turn and wandering back outside. I felt bad for Harley, but not bad enough to abandon my mission.
I pushed to my feet and closed the back door.
“Sorry about that,” Dee said.
“How sorry?”
“Let me show you.” She turned sideways, wiggling her bound hands.
“Brat. I’ll untie you when I’m ready.”
She jutted out her bottom lip.
I tugged on it. “Sulking won’t help.” After removing Dee’s jeans, I grabbed a kitchen chair and spun it around. “Sit.” I pushed on her shoulder, and she fell backwards, her grimace transporting me back to when we’d last played at Libellule’s. “Problem?”
“No, Mistress.” She shook her head.
I smiled, leading her into a false sense of security. “Would you like me to release you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Fine.”
Surprise and uncertainty flitted across her face. I held my tongue, letting her guess why I’d agreed so readily. Within seconds, I’d freed Dee’s hands, pulled her out of the chair, and taken her place.
I grabbed her arm and draped her across my lap, her gorgeous backside filling my vision. “Are you being sassy?”
“Yes, Mistress. Very.”
Her response delighted me. Dee craved a firm hand like a drug, and I was happy to be her dealer. I cracked my hand across her backside, the impact stinging my palm. “What do you say?” I asked as I soothed the spot.
“Thank you, Mistress. May I have another, please?”
The request was music to my ears. “Yes, you may.” I delivered another three whacks to her backside, turning it a delicious shade of pink.
When I slid my hand between her legs, she sucked in a breath, chest expanding against my thighs. “Would you like me to fuck you?”
“If that pleases you, Mistress.”
If it pleased me? It thrilled me. With one hand braced on her lower back, I entered Dee with the middle finger of my other hand. She was slick and ready, and I glided in with ease. Her hips bucked, and I pumped in and out of her, keeping up the torment until she was writhing in my lap.
“Are you sorry for being sassy?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Try again.” She gasped when I squeezed her clit.
“Yes, Mistress. Please let me make it up to you.”
I tugged on Dee’s shoulder, pulling her upright. “How do you intend to do that?”
“Like this.” She dropped to her knees and pulled on my jeans. Her willingness to please stoked my desire. I popped the button and wiggled my pants over my hips, letting Dee pull them all the way off.
She sat back on her haunches, awaiting permission to touch. I spread my thighs, playing with myself through my sheer white panties. Moisture pooled between my legs, and Dee’s hungry gaze made me ache for her touch.
I removed my hand and nodded. Dee was on me in seconds, playing with my clit through my panties. We’d used dental dams for so long, we were used to the barrier between us, and I loved the added friction my panties provided.
I hooked my legs over her shoulders and pulled her closer, loving it when she pressed her nose against my clit, letting me ride her face.
The chair rocked in time to my frantic movements. “Oh, yes, like that.” I fisted Dee’s hair, holding her in place, and with one final thrust of my hips, sweet release was mine.
Awash in sensation, I tipped my head back, savouring my orgasm as it ebbed and flowed, pulsing through my body. My nipples brushed against my bra, a reminder I was still half-dressed.
When I managed to get my legs to work, I got to my feet, holding the table for support. “Damn, that was intense.” I was literally seeing stars. I blinked a few times to clear my vision.
Dee remained on her hands and knees, awaiting further instruction. Her gift of submission, the look of trust in her eyes, was something I would cherish forever.
Tenderness flooded my heart as I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “You’re such a good girl.” I kissed her passionately, tasting myself on her lips.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“I’m not done with you yet.” I picked the apron up off the floor and led Dee into the living room. She stood with her hands behind her back, anticipation crackling between us.
“Strip.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
While Dee discarded the rest of her clothes, I kicked Casper and Shadow off the sofa and shut the living room door. When I turned back around, the vision before me robbed me of breath. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
I walked a slow circle around Dee, admiring the curve of her spine, her taut backside, gorgeous breasts, and toned thighs that I couldn’t wait to get between.
“On the sofa,” I instructed.
Dee obeyed, and I made quick work of ditching the rest of my clothes before making my approach. She put her arms above her head and draped them over the armrest, wrists together.
Rather than accuse her of topping from the bottom—silently letting me know what she wanted rather than following my lead—I did her bidding. Sex was about having fun for me, and I was all for following cues…when it suited me, of course.
“Don’t move.” I pointed a finger and fled the room, ducking into the bedroom to grab our favourite vibrator. I’d found the Share Satisfaction’s Thana Clitoral Vibrator online.
It looked similar to an electric toothbrush and was perfect for intense clitoral stimulation. It also came with three removable sleeves and had ten settings.
I made it halfway back to the living room and stopped. I spun around and dashed back to the bedroom, grabbing a set of nipple clamps.
Deanna’s eyes blazed when she saw the items in my hands. Her nipples pebbled and her legs parted ever so slightly.
“Greedy girl.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m hungry for you.”
I positioned a clamp on a nipple and turned the screw until it was firm. I met Dee’s gaze, and she nodded. As much as I loved to take the lead, I’d never professed to be a mind reader. Still watching her, I turned it again. She sucked in a breath, eyes sliding closed.
I kept going, another half turn.
She exhaled slowly. “Enough.”
“Good girl.” We repeated the same ritual with the second clamp.
Once the clamp was in place, I planted a kiss on her lips and reached for the apron, pulling it over her eyes.
Her lip twitched, and I chuckled. “Not bad for making do, huh?”
I loved that we could laugh, and we often did, even during an intense scene. It helped keep us connected on a more intimate level.
For a minute, I took in her beauty, pondering my next move. I was tempted to straddle her face and bury my head between her legs, but I also wanted to focus all of my attention on Dee. Rather than slide between her legs, I perched on the edge of the sofa, my hip pressed against hers.
Her chest rose and fell, and I tugged on the chain joining the nipple clamps. She gasped, and I released it, firing the vibrator to life. A gentle hum filled the room as I ran the ridged head down the side of her labia before focusing on her clit.
“Oh, God.” Her hips bucked, arms flexing above her head, bound hands positioned like someone ready to dive head first into a pool.
The only place I intended to send her was to that wonderful place called euphoria. I dragged the vibrator through her wetness, then positioned it on the side of her clit. The stimulation would be intense, but not so much as to overwhelm her.
Dee whimpered, hands flexing, hips undulating.
“Come for me.”
“Oh, yes, please. Yes.” I adjusted my grip on the vibrator, holding it firmly in place while tugging on the nipple clamps with my other hand.
Her stomach muscles tensed, her thighs trembled, and her entire body shook as an orgasm claimed her. I eased up on the stimulation, letting Dee ride it out and come down in her own time.
Once her breathing slowed, I released her binds, removed the nipple clamps, and slid onto the sofa beside her. Gathering her in my arms, I buried my nose in her hair, breathing in her scent.
Her arms came around me, and I basked in the feel of our hearts beating as one.
“I don’t want to move,” Deanna said, her voice muffled against my neck.
“Then don’t.” I kissed her head and pulled her closer. We stayed like that for a long time, completely at ease with one another.