From her office high above the crowd, Rémi stared down into Gillespie’s Jazz Bar. The beautiful and graceful Miami denizens wove through her club, their joyous faces lit up by the flaming candles glittering on each table while Maxwell crooned on the stage.
It was an invitation-only night for a private performance Rémi had been very, very lucky to secure. She should have been vibing with the crowd. She should have been down there sitting at her reserved table or passing through the crowd, kissing cheeks and shaking hands. But she wasn’t in the mood.
The night on the beach with Claudia still haunted her. That fear. The terror of fucking up the best thing in her life. Her fear wasn’t based on anything real. At least not so far.
One of her waitresses, Monique, had come into her office dressed in next to nothing, practically begging for a fuck. High heels. Stockings. Hem of her tight black skirt barely covering her ass. A slim-fit blouse unbuttoned over her plumped up breasts. Mouth painted a “fuck me” red. But Rémi had let her go after only visually appreciating the body the waitress had on display. There had been no tingle in her pussy. No urge to drag the woman into the back playroom for an encore of one of their many nights there.
Reflexively, Rémi glanced back at the double doors that remained shut and had been for a long time. She hadn’t had anyone back there since Claudia agreed to be hers and hers alone. She’d asked the cleaning woman to do a thorough scrubbing some months back but other than that, Rémi hadn’t been in the room.
Her playroom. She’d had vague thoughts about turning it into something else but had no idea what.
Someone knocked at her office door.
“Come.”
Claudia walked in. She brought the noise of the club with her. Maxwell’s mellow groove, the band backing up his seductive voice. The laughter of someone passing by. She closed the door and shut all that outside.
“Good evening, my Rémi.”
Rémi had had a dream once. In it Claudia had taken her, masterfully and completely, dominating her in a way her lover never had in real life. At least not physically. Every word Claudia had uttered in that dream worked to build a fever inside Rémi until she had exploded, body firing into orgasm in her dream and then in her bed as she woke.
She’d told Claudia about that dream. About the outfit she’d worn as she flogged Rémi’s ass with her own belt and made her come so hard she barely remembered her own name afterward. Rémi had told her everything. And now, here she stood. The Claudia in her dream. From the deep red of her unsmiling mouth to the heels of her black stilettos, her lover exuded hard-edged seduction. Rémi straightened.
“Hey.” She could barely speak past her dry throat.
Claudia wore red. A body-hugging, long sleeved blouse that left a sharp V of naked flesh arrowed between her breasts. The carmine silk suffused the skin of her face and throat with subtle color. A black skirt clung to her lean thighs, her knees, stopping at mid-calf. When Claudia turned to make sure the door was closed, Rémi saw through a mouth-watering slit in the skirt, the delicate skin of the back of her knees, the tight calves flexing with her half step in the black stilettos.
“Why aren’t you downstairs?” Claudia asked as she came closer in her red and black. The carpet muffled her steps but Rémi felt every single one in her belly, delicate but precise.
“I was waiting for you,” Rémi said, realizing suddenly the truth of it.
“You knew I’d come tonight?”
“I hoped you would.”
Claudia smiled, mischievous. Sexy. “That’s one of the things I’ve always enjoyed about you, darling. The combination of hope and strength and certainty in one beautiful package.”
Rémi didn’t know what to say.
“At the beginning of all this, did you ever doubt I would end up in your bed?”
Rémi felt the blush rise in her face, the lie take wing toward her throat. She opened her mouth and allowed the truth instead.
“No, I didn’t.”
Claudia stood close, her palm resting against Rémi’s chest. “Good girl. Thank you for not lying to me.”
“I never lie to you.”
Claudia’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked down. The shadows of her long lashes rested against high cheeks. Then Claudia looked up. “I know. You don’t lie to me but you might lie to yourself. And at times, that might be the same thing, my darling.”
“I never lie to you,” Rémi said again.
In the years she’d known Claudia well enough to have adult conversations with her, Rémi had never seen a reason to lie. She wanted to be seen as an equal, as someone worthy of attention, so she always held integrity in her mouth when she faced Claudia. The integrity had come from her desire to please and to appear pleasing. And once she’d received the gift of Claudia’s presence in her life, she wanted to keep them looking eye to eye as equals. How else would a twenty-nine year old woman expect her fifty-one year old lover to take her seriously than to always face her with truth and the honesty of her intentions?
“Then why do you ever think you would cheat on me?”
Rémi froze. “I never said I would cheat—”
“You never said but I see the fear all over you. I don’t think you’d ever do that. You’re the kind to break it off with an old lover first, or at least give her the chance to be one of multiple, before you delve into other sexual territory.”
It was nice that Claudia thought so. Rémi had never been in a position to cheat before because she’d never been in a relationship. Even after two years, this thing with Claudia was new on so many levels, and was frightening only because of all she had to lose.
Claudia stepped closer. She touched Rémi.
Against the wall, between the heat of Claudia’s body and the confusion of electronic controls, her hand jerked. Suddenly, sound flooded the room, the waning sounds of Maxwell’s voice, thundering applause and whistles from the appreciative audience.
“They love him,” Claudia said, breath brushing against Rémi’s mouth.
“Of course. Who wouldn’t?”
Claudia only smiled, tenderly, her hand a soothing heat through the dark blue silk shirt over Rémi’s chest. Another song began. The band started up.
“Take me to the back room.”
“What?” Rémi thought she’d heard wrong.
Claudia raised an eyebrow. “Am I forbidden from going back there?”
“No!” Rémi cleared her throat. “You can go wherever you like.” But her legs refused to move and take Claudia there.
“I know all about it, you know. Nothing you have in that room will shock me. Nothing.”
Rémi swallowed heavily. “How do you know about the room?”
A smile darted across Claudia’s face. “Are you really asking me that, darling?” Her eyebrow arched even as she pressed closer to Rémi. “In some circles that could be interpreted as something you meant to keep from me.”
“No. To protect you from.”
“What am I being protected from? Am I a child or am I your equal?”
Rémi looked away from Claudia’s sharp gaze.
“Take me to your playroom.” The tone of Claudia’s voice said she wasn’t asking. Her tone said Rémi wouldn’t like it if she had to make the request again.
Nearly stumbling back under the heavy weight of Claudia’s regard, Rémi felt like a teenager. Unsure. Uncertain. Afraid. It had been a long time since she’d been to the playroom but that didn’t stop her from making sure it was fully stocked and ready for…whatever. On the inside, she literally trembled to see what Claudia would make of that. It would be nothing good, that much was certain.
She lifted her hands to Claudia’s waist, drew her briefly close before guiding her lover toward the back of her office and to the tall, wooden double-doors that stood, heavy and dark, at the top of three short steps. Surreptitiously, Rémi wiped her damp palms against her slacks. Then she opened the door.
It looked like a bedroom. Which was precisely what it had been intended for. A place for Rémi to sleep if she was too tired from working at the club to make it safely home either on her bike or in the truck. But she’d quickly become attached to sleeping in her own bed and very rarely slept at the club, only when things were busy enough that she only had time to shower and change clothes before reporting for duty again as owner of Gillespie’s and, because of this, one of Miami’s most visible lesbians.
Rémi could count on one hand the times she’d actually slept in the playroom during the six years since she’d owned the club. Instead of sleeping, she’d played hard in it. Fucked herself into exhaustion. Had women feed her pleasure until her eyes rolled back in her head. This was not a place she wanted Claudia to see.
The playroom was a large space dominated by a king-sized platform bed. The entire wall at the head of the bed held a set of built-in shelves from ceiling down to the actual headboard which held two rows of double drawers, all in the same deep mahogany wood of the bed. A large leather trunk sat at the foot of the bed. Above the bed, a mirror took up nearly the entire ceiling, reflecting back Rémi’s image, reflecting back Claudia and her curious expression as she looked around the room then leaned down to finger the edge of the deep violet bedspread.
A door led to the full bathroom and another on the opposite side of the room opened to a closet which kept nothing more exotic than Rémi’s spare clothes. Claudia walked to the shelves above the bed and peered at the items on display there. Leather whips. Half-masks. Glass dildos. A red leather paddle. Steel handcuffs. Rémi flinched but Claudia said nothing. Claudia opened a drawer and Rémi strode abruptly forward.
“I haven’t used them since you!”
“I know.” Claudia reached into the drawer. Her hand emerged with a set of bright blue anal beads.
“Is this what you like?” Claudia fingered the beads.
“Sometimes,” Rémi said. Despite the danger of the moment, a sweet tingle began inside her slacks at the sight of Claudia’s delicate fingers on the anal beads. Claudia traced a finger from the smallest bead to the largest, watching Rémi with a deeply considering look.
“To be used inside you?”
Rémi swallowed past her dry throat. Never. But with you, maybe... “Sometimes.”
Claudia dropped the beads on the bed.
“In all the time we’ve been together, we’ve never used any of these things together, you realize that?” Claudia didn’t wait for her answer. “Is this why you thought you’d eventually look elsewhere for sex, because we’re not doing the things you used to enjoy when you were single?”
“Claudia—”
“Answer my question, darling. I didn’t come here for you to plead with me or tell me what you think I want to hear. I came here for the truth.” Her lips curled into an almost-smile. “Among other things.”
After all this time, their sex life was still the best Rémi had ever known. Fed by her love and adoration for Claudia, each encounter left her consistently satisfied, in body and spirit. There was never anything lacking in their expressions of love. Granted, there had never been any scenes like she’d had with Monique, with the waitress hanging from a sex swing while Rémi fucked grunts, cries, and other nearly inhuman sounds of pleasure from her.
“There’s never been anyone else but you. You have to know that.”
“Of course, I know that. It’s never been the question.” Claudia bit her lip. “I thought we’d gotten past this thing. But I guess we haven’t. It’s been riding us for too long.” She stepped close to Rémi, barring her path away from the bed she’d shared with so many anonymous women, with people who didn’t matter.
In the quiet of the room, Claudia looked at her. Red blouse, black skirt, brown eyes pinning Rémi at attention. Never, never in all her days did she picture Claudia in this room. In this room of hard pleasures. Of no tenderness. Or love.
When she’d first start seeing Claudia, the idea of bringing her to the playroom was so repugnant it almost made Rémi sick. She could never treat Claudia like she’d treated those other women. She could never be the Rémi with Claudia she’d been with these near-strangers, these women who’d only wanted her body or her moment’s attention and nothing else.
“I’m not as fragile as you think, Rémi.”
“Have you seen enough?” She growled the question but Claudia ignored it.
“I want all of you, Rémi. I want all of you. Don’t just give me what you think I want or what you think I can handle. Give it all to me.” When Rémi didn’t respond, she raised an eyebrow. “Does it make you uncomfortable being here? Is there something about this room that disturbs you?”
It was Pavlovian, really, her reaction. Standing in the middle of the room with all the accoutrements of pleasure, Rémi felt the slow building of desire. It wasn’t a desire to love, it was a desire to fuck, a desire to claim, a desire that was familiar in the context of this room. But not with Claudia. Never with her.
In a daze, she felt herself grab Claudia, pull her close, jerk her hard against her body.
“Let me go.”
It took her a moment to process the words, to hear what Claudia was saying, but the whip in her voice when she repeated herself immediately caught Rémi’s attention.
“I said, let me go.”
Rémi dropped her hand. Claudia backed away from Rémi to sit on the bed and watch her with inscrutable eyes. Despite the coldness washing through her body—Claudia didn’t want her touch!—Rémi would have been stone not to notice the seductive line her lover made against the violet sheets. Her white hair, cool mouth, straight back in the deep red blouse. The sleekness of the leg she extended.
“Take off your clothes.”
Rémi’s body jerked under the silk. She didn’t expect that. And the tone of Claudia’s voice had no patience for Rémi to ask her lover to repeat herself. Rémi swallowed. Nervous. Hot. Bothered. Beside herself.
She kicked off her shoes and shrugged out of her jacket, put the black blazer on the trunk at the foot of the bed. All the while, she watched Claudia for a sign that this was not what the other woman wanted. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her shirt but Claudia’s gaze was merciless. Rémi pulled the shirt out of her slacks. Slowly. Only then did Claudia give her a sign. Her lover licked her lips. She looked up at Rémi’s muscled stomach, at her bare breasts. Claudia leaned back slightly in the bed, but she said nothing.
Rémi’s hands hesitated at her belt buckle.
“Go on.”
Her hands didn’t move. Claudia stood up.
“Why, are you suddenly shy?” Her hot hand pressed into Rémi’s back and Rémi stood still, as the soft breath puffed against her skin, her lover’s green apple fragrance played delicately around her nose.
“I…” But Rémi couldn’t think of anything to say.
The desire warred with nervousness in her body, the tingling between her legs, the butterfly beat of her pulse. They froze her in place. Mired her tongue. She clenched her jaw.
“It’s all right, darling.” Claudia stepped back. Her voice hardened. “Take off your clothes.”
The unyielding tone gave her the push she needed to move forward, to simply move. Rémi unbuckled her belt, pulled off her pants and underwear in one swift move. She heard Claudia catch her breath and for the first time in the last few moments felt good about something, felt good that she’d maintained the body that had lured countless women (but not Claudia) into her bed.
Her muscle and leanness had not been what drew Claudia, but she knew her lover appreciated these things. Appreciated her strength when Rémi was able to stay above her, thrusting and satisfying her, using the power in her back, her thighs, in her arms to push pleasure and satisfaction into her lover, to make her sigh her name, bite her lips, claw the sheets.
Soothed, Rémi bent to take off her socks.
“I like you like that.”
Claudia’s hand on her ass froze Rémi. The first sock clenched in her fist as her lover caressed, then slid her hand lower.
“So you do like being in here.”
Claudia withdrew her fingers. They glistened with Rémi’s lust. Claudia stalked around to her, thighs pressed tight against the black skirt. She touched Rémi’s bent head with one hand, offered the pussy stained fingers to Rémi’s mouth.
“Taste this.”
She didn’t wait for Rémi to open her mouth, instead she fanned the pussy-smelling fingers against Rémi’s mouth, seeking entrance, and Rémi opened for her, still bent with her sock ridiculously curled over her fingers. Claudia’s fingers were long and insistent between her lips then in her mouth. Rémi sucked her lover’s fingers like they were last meal on earth.
“Good girl. I like it when you do what I say.”
Rémi sucked Claudia’s fingers, slipping her tongue between each digit to clean every ounce of her pussy’s juice from them, lapping at Claudia’s palm, biting into the succulent meat of her hand.
“I think that’s enough.” Claudia moved back, her voice uneven. “Finish taking off your socks. We have things to do.”
Rémi did as she was told, confidence rising with the signs of Claudia’s arousal. This wasn’t just punishment then. Her thigh muscles clenched in anticipation. A part of her wanted to say no, this wasn’t right. That’s not what this place was for. But the new, awakening part of her knew this place as pleasure. And she shared pleasure with Claudia so why couldn’t this be a place where they enjoyed each other? But that last must have been her pussy talking.
Claudia looked hot enough to pounce on and her pussy throbbed with the need for satisfaction. But she knew she wasn’t running the show right now. She had to wait her turn but once she had that turn…she wasn’t quite sure what to do. The choreography for the dances that had taken place in the playroom was rough. It was not a scene for tenderness, not a place for lovers. Rémi stood in place, uncertain again.
Her lover must have felt her unease, her uncertain footing. Claudia came closer again.
“It’s okay, baby.” And she kissed Rémi. Mouth lingering and soft, hands on Rémi’s arms to trace the defined muscles, to cup her warmth.
Ah…This was something Rémi knew what to do with. She returned Claudia’s unhurried kiss, pressing with her mouth, not her body, feeding her passion to her lover through the delicate contact of lips, mouths, tongues. Her unease subsided, her desire rose. She put her arms around Claudia.
“No. That’s not what we’re doing right now.” Claudia put her hands at Rémi’s waist and pushed her toward the bed. “Get on your back in the middle of the bed and spread your legs. I want to see everything, my darling.”
Rémi hesitated but only for a moment before doing what she was told, shoving the blue anal beads Claudia had discarded earlier out of the way. Then her lover began to tie her down.
Apparently, Claudia had been checking out the room more carefully than Rémi realized. As soon as she climbed into the bed and stretched out, her lover reached at the corner of the bed and grabbed the attached fur-lined steel cuffs. Rémi stiffened in immediate rejection. She was never the one tied down. She was the one who did the tying, who gave the orders, who made demands.
But Claudia was quick. She didn’t give Rémi the chance to object. She bent near Rémi’s head and at her feet to shackle her arms and legs, latching her into the cuffs without a word, as if she’d done it dozens of times before.
Rémi’s tall frame filled the entire bed, her arms and legs stretched to each corner. The shackles weren’t tight. She could bend her arms slightly as well as her legs. Her body wasn’t stretched but she was intensely uncomfortable.
Rémi felt helpless. She felt ridiculous.
“You look beautiful.”
Claudia stood at the edge of the bed, watching Rémi with eyes gone dark with desire. She started to take off her clothes.
“I love it when you’re in control. I love giving all myself to you.” She unzipped the skirt and wiggled out of it, draping the dark cloth over the same trunk with Rémi’s blazer. “But I love you like this too. Helpless. Like a big cat in my cage.” Claudia smiled as she took off her blouse.
Then she stood near the bed. Stilettos. Gartered stockings. A bra lifted her small breasts and offered them up like ripe plums. All this in black except for the tiny panties—thongs actually—that were a heart-stopping red in the cradle of the garters.
Rémi licked her lips. She wanted to leap up from the bed and drag Claudia down with her. She wanted to suck on her stern mouth, lick her breasts, peel the panties from her wet sex and throw the long legs over her shoulders. And if Claudia really wanted to, Rémi would show her what went on in this room. She was far gone enough to want that now. Beyond the shame of her body’s animal hunger for satisfaction.
But she could do none of these things.
Claudia stepped close to the bed.
“To have you like this is even better than I’d dreamed. And I want you to know I dream about you often. I dream about sex with you, about a life with you. I dream of you with your mouth on me, I dream about bending you over and drinking from you like a goblet.”
Rémi shifted her legs, feeling a trickle of wetness leak from her body at Claudia’s words. Helpless wasn’t her thing. Being tied up never felt good and she’d never allowed it. Only in her dreams had she been subject to another woman’s sexual mercy. That was Claudia. And that was just once.
But regardless of what she thought and what she knew, her body seemed intent on pleasure, intent on what Claudia had to offer, no matter how strange or out of character. Her nipples were already tight in the warm air. They tingled and pouted for Claudia’s mouth. But Claudia watched her with cool and unforgiving eyes, not the look of someone about to suck her nipples at all. In fact, Rémi wasn’t sure what that look on her lover’s face meant. The uncertainty made her nervous. Made her excited.
Rémi squirmed against the sheets, trying in vain to rub her thighs together and relieve some of the sweet ache blossoming between them. Who knew she’d be so into being a bottom?
“I love you, darling,” Claudia said. Then she proceeded to show Rémi just how much.
She dipped close, a merciless seductress, nose low to smell again between Rémi’s legs. Anticipation filled Rémi, want filled her. She waited for the touch it felt like she’d lived for, would die for. Her eyes fluttered open and the sight of Claudia bent over her spread legs greeted her, the line of her back, the rounded hills of her buttocks in the black garters, the red panties. A hot feeling, liquid lust, rushed through Rémi, filling her beyond capacity, beyond memory. Rémi panted.
A breath brushed her center, hands touched her hips, a fullness pierced her. Rémi’s eyes flew open in surprise even as her pussy, wetter than it had been in a long time, eagerly swallowed the intrusion, a small dildo. She gasped. Claudia began to fuck her.
“Do you feel that, my darling?”
“Yes.” Rémi barely gasped the word, battling her senses to parse the unfamiliar sensation moving through her body. Being fucked, being taken in a way that had never, ever happened to her before.
From Claudia’s look, she had expected harshness, she had expected the cruel mistress of her dreams and her earlier reality, but the hand on her body was gentle, gripping her with a loving tenderness that seemed all the more loving because of its surprise. And the dildo moved slowly inside her, a smooth slip and glide motion, aided by Rémi’s abundant wetness and the confident skim of Claudia’s wrist. She gasped as it moved ever deeper inside her, as her lover’s hips, arched above her in the bed, rolled as she fucked her, the excitement building inside of Claudia as she brought passion to Rémi.
Heat raced through her, flaring higher with each movement of her lover’s hand. Her mouth! Claudia’s mouth touched her clit, covered it, breathing hard life into it, sucking it, humming against it as the dildo moved inside her, her tongue relentless, the alternating suck and lick and hum and fuck that had Rémi’s hips roiling in the bed, the gasps pouring out of her, the sweat popping to the surface of her skin. The dildo moved faster. Deeper.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck!”
Claudia’s hips moved faster in the air above Rémi. Her tongue dove more quickly, the dildo fucked her harder. Rémi’s eyes clenched closed as she felt the conflagration building inside of her. Incited, her body twisted and pulled in the bed, arms and legs pulling at her bonds even though she knew she could not get free, the steel cuffs biting into her skin despite their fur covering. But the pain only made it better, made the molten steel pour through her heavier, hotter. Rémi wanted to shout. She wanted to cry.
“Claudia!”
“Let it go, darling. Let it go.”
She crouched lower between Rémi’s spread legs, the arrow of her spine pointing up to her small, sexy ass framed in the garters. Rémi wanted to be behind her, she wanted to spread apart those cheeks and dive in with her mouth, to part those elegant lower lips slick with desire, slip her tongue inside her and taste the salt of Claudia’s lust, suck her clit and make her feel all Rémi was feeling right now.
But she couldn’t hold on to the image. She couldn’t hold on to anything. Her world spun away as heat flushed through her body, a flash-fire. She felt her body open even wider, a deeper pocket inside her she’d never accessed before. Ah! And she was coming hard, her body gushing hot ejaculate, and the sound of Claudia gulping, drinking from her pussy, a thirsty woman at the fount.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Claudia raised her head, mouth and throat wet with Rémi’s cum, eyes fever-bright with desire. She clambered up Rémi’s body, her look intent.
“Put your mouth on me.”
She crouched over Rémi’s waiting mouth, pulled aside the strip of her red thong soaking wet with her own desire. Struggling in the aftermath of her orgasm—muscles twitching, lashes fluttering, body heavy and relaxed—Rémi blindly sought the wet heat with her mouth.
“Don’t make me come!”
The rough-voiced order surprised Rémi and, for a moment, she didn’t know what to do. She paused, mouth still watering, pussy still wet, until Claudia moved impatiently on top of her, the soft hairs of her mound tickling Rémi’s nose.
“Don’t try to disobey me, darling,” Claudia hissed. “This is not the time.”
The hard words startled her into moving her tongue. She dove in, nuzzling the flesh she wanted above all else in that moment, pulling back when she felt the thighs bracketing her face tremble. Above her, Claudia panted and sighed.
“Good girl.”
Déjà vu hit Rémi again. The dream from before, when Claudia had touched her roughly and made her come with the leather belt raining pleasure onto her skin, and a dildo fucking screams out of her throat. Had it been a dream? Or was this another dream?
Even as her mind hunted for the source of this unique situation with all its pleasure and Claudia riding her face like her favorite stallion, Rémi moved her tongue, she sucked, and used her lips, played with, tasted and worshipped Claudia like she’d always done, but pulling back from the point of orgasm because that’s what Claudia ordered her to do.
Arousal built again between her thighs. She growled in her throat, helplessly, as she ate her lover’s pussy, grinding her nose into the damp hairs, sucking the hard clitoris. She was dimly aware of Claudia touching her own nipples, tugging on them as she looked down at Rémi, licking her lips, mouth damp, eyes bright with desire. She wanted those nipples in her mouth. She wanted to be the one touching that sweet flesh. Rémi tugged harder against the handcuffs.
“Don’t hurt yourself, darling. That’s not what I brought you in here for.” Claudia slowly pulled away from Rémi, withdrawing and withholding her beautiful pussy. Rémi groaned with the loss.
“Please,” she begged.
But Rémi knew the look in her eyes was not one of surrender. She knew from the wariness in Claudia’s face that her gaze was like an animal’s. Wanting. Ravenous. If Claudia released her arms…. Rémi bared her teeth, jerking her wrists again in the cuffs.
“I want to fuck you.” Her tone was an order, not a request.
Claudia laughed. “Only when I say you can, my Rémi.” She reached for a bigger dildo than the one she’d used on Rémi before. “Right now, it’s my turn.”
Rémi was so wet that her body easily took what Claudia offered, swallowed the thick black dick, her pussy clutching at it, dripping wet around it as Claudia pushed the silicone flesh deeper. Within a few breaths, she found an angle that made Rémi gasp, made Rémi’s fingers dig into the sheets.
“Is that good for you, my darling?”
She could only nod, biting her lip as the sensations came at her again. It was as if Claudia had flipped a switch and she was buried in that place again, that place of molten hot desire where all that mattered was satisfying the ache between her legs, the throb in her pussy. Breath began churning in her chest.
“I love you,” Rémi rasped.
“I know, my darling.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Claudia fucked her.
With undeniable love, tenderness, and heat, Rémi’s lover fucked her until she couldn’t speak the words still tumbling inside her head (I love you! I love you. I love only you), until the words themselves fled and all she was left with was feeling. A feeling of rightness and forever and knowing there could never be another woman. Ever. Even if Claudia turned to ashes at sunrise, the only woman for Rémi was here, in front of her, inside her. Now!
Rémi threw her head back and howled her release at the ceiling. Body trembling, pussy gushing scalding cum down her thighs and between her ass cheeks. Her heart knocked frantically against her chest. And still Claudia fucked her. Claudia fucked her to exhaustion and past it. Skin tender, voice hoarse, body drenched in sweat from coming again and again and again. Soon, Rémi was worn out. Depleted. She sagged in the bed, unable to do more than twitch in post-orgasmic response to her lover’s teeth on her nipples. Her panting breaths were loud in the air.
Claudia unshackled her wrists, freed her ankles, but still Rémi couldn’t move. She lay stretched out on the bed, limbs heavy with satisfaction. She was even too tired to roll out of the wet spot. Breath huffed quickly past her parted lips. Still in her high heels, stockings, garter belt, and the bra once again pulled up over her breasts, Claudia gently settled in the crook of Rémi’s arm. She laid her open palm on Rémi’s belly. Heat to heat. A calming weight over her agitated flesh.
“Now,” Claudia said. “I want you to rest.”
And she did.
When she woke up, the space beside her in the bed was cold. Claudia wasn’t there. Rémi gasped and jolted up in the bed, followed up from sleep by a nameless terror. Claudia had come with her into that room and now, all was lost, everything she’d built and cherished over the last two years was finished.
“I’m right here, darling.”
Claudia sat on the trunk at the end of the bed. Her eyes were bright on Rémi, ravenous, but she didn’t come closer, and she didn’t move away.
“You’ve rested. Are you ready?”
The galloping heartbeat slowly calmed in Rémi’s chest. Suddenly, she was fully alert, breath arrested. Waiting. “For what?”
“To show what you’ve been hiding from me.”
Rémi looked around, feeling her absolute nakedness, with the discarded toys Claudia had used on her scattered on the bed, the room she’d hidden from her lover, her partner, at last open to Claudia’s gaze and inspection, Rémi felt like she was hiding nothing.
She braced her arms, palms flat against the bed and leaned toward her lover, preparing to tell her just that. “I—” She stopped.
Claudia’s eyebrow rose. “Exactly.”
A fine tremor started inside Rémi. Fear. “But you don’t want that. I don’t need it.”
“As long as you think that, there will always be a specter of your potential infidelity looming over us.”
Claudia’s graceful body shifted on top of the wooden chest. Rémi remembered then that Claudia hadn’t been satisfied. The entire time Claudia had held her captive to her lust, she’d held herself back from coming. She hadn’t had her release.
Rémi blinked, trying to remember what they were talking about. Ah, yes. Her eventually wanting to fuck other women.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” she said.
“But you want to do things other than what we’ve done.” Claudia’s eyes pierced hers and she couldn’t look away, couldn’t deny.
“Yes.” The admission floated from her like mist.
“Then take me. Do to me what you want.”
“No, that’s not for you. That’s—”
“For the other women you’ll leave me for? No, I won’t have that. Until you touch me like you want, then there’s nothing to stop you from straying. You think it’s only a matter of time. I see it in your face. But I don’t agree. I only agree if you treat me like some doll that’s going to break if you play with me too roughly.” Claudia rose from the trunk, all grace and purpose. “We’ve done things. We’ve come so close.”
Memory of their nights, their days, trapped together in fierce passion, surfaced between them. The evening Rémi had attached clothespins to her breasts, made her cry out in pleasure at a party that should have been about work. The first and only time they’d gone to Odette’s, a sex club, when Rémi’s friend had taken Claudia as she watched and Claudia freed herself from the demons trapped in her head, the demons put there by her ex-husband. She was right. They had come close, but not close enough.
Rémi felt her body harden in preparation.
Claudia’s eyes settled on her face, cool, unyielding, then her gaze flickered down Rémi’s body, and the coolness left her. She flushed, subtle color moving through her brown cheeks. Supplication. Her telling Rémi she could do whatever she wanted. Rémi pushed herself up in the bed, crouched like a panther, ready to spring and take what was hers.
The lust gripped her in a fever. Fire in her heart, between her thighs, the hunger to take all that Claudia offered despite the fear tugging at her, warning her that her lover couldn’t take all she had to give. But her lust burned the fear away until she was standing over Claudia, holding out her hand. She was naked but felt clothed in her strength, in her power. Claudia couldn’t resist it, couldn’t say no as Rémi pulled her to her feet and into the savage side of her love.
She pressed a button near the headboard and a panel moved in the ceiling, silently sliding back to allow a black leather sex swing to fall, suspended, ready to catch a willing body. With its high steel grip bar and straps to hold a supine body aloft and legs spread, the swing was simple yet effective. Smelling of animal skin and leather cleaner, it swayed from the ceiling before them, black and dangerous. Oiled and ready.
Claudia sipped a quick breath. She licked her lips. Eyes moving between Rémi and the swing in question.
Rémi held out her hand. “Come here.”
There was a beast locked inside Rémi. Although it always wanted to play, she didn’t let it out very often. Hard games. Rough love. Savage pleasure. Those were the things the beast enjoyed. At the scent of the leather, the sight of Claudia’s quickly hidden fear, the door swung open on the beast’s cage and it walked free.
Loosened at last, Rémi’s beast took without asking. It lifted Claudia up and slid her into the seat of the leather swing with familiar efficiency. When she was done, Claudia lay back, legs spread wide, beautifully helpless in the custom leather and steel device that had always been one of Rémi’s favorites. Claudia was lovely. High heels, black stockings, garters, the soaked red g-string caught between plump pussy lips.
With a snarl, Rémi grabbed the g-string in her fist and ripped it, leaving what she wanted completely bared to her gaze, to her touch. Claudia’s lashes flickered with fear. And arousal.
Rémi’s belly clenched with the urge to take her then, to slide into that pussy again and again until the sweat ran down her spine and Rémi’s name was the only one Claudia knew. But she forced herself to turn away. She walked behind Claudia to the tallest shelf above the bed and reached into a drawer for the most loved though not most used of her toys. Rémi hefted its thick weight in her hand then reached for a harness to strap it to her body. Then, as an after-thought, she grabbed a set of anal beads she’d never used before and a large bottle of lube. And the red leather paddle. It had been so long, she wanted to do everything.
In the swing, Claudia was quiet and still. Her soft, careful breaths barely stirred her delicate frame. For a moment, doubt descended around Rémi like a shroud. Could she do this? Would this enrich their relationship or ruin it? The leather squeaked as her hand tightened around the paddle.
“Darling?” Claudia asked, as if sensing her uncertainty.
Rémi steeled her jaw. No. This was what they needed. There was no time to second guess what they were already on their way to do. Instead of answering Claudia’s soft voiced inquiry, Rémi swung the leather paddle against her own thigh. It stung her flesh and gave a gratifying crack. Claudia flinched at the sharp sound. And the animal part of Rémi grinned with satisfaction.
When she stepped in front of her lover, Claudia drew a surprised breath. Rémi set the paddle and lube down on the floor, taking her time to give Claudia the space she needed to appreciate what Rémi wore for her. Her lover’s eyes widened as she took in the large lavender strap jutting from Rémi’s hips, a big and pretty thing nearly the width of Rémi’s wrist and almost as long as her arm.
“Can you take it?” Rémi asked, her voice a deep rumble.
“Yes.” Claudia didn’t hesitate although there was uncertainty behind her words.
Rémi stepped even closer to Claudia, holding up the matching lavender anal beads. She traced Claudia’s lips with her thumb, relishing the slight tremor in the soft flesh.
“Open your mouth.”
She put the smallest bead to Claudia’s lips, sliding it inside her mouth. Then the next bead. And the next. Her lover’s cheeks ballooned with the addition of each bead, eyes fearlessly now on Rémi. Claudia’s hands clenched around the grip bar above her head but she didn’t say stop. In that moment, Rémi loved her even more.
“Take it all in your mouth. Show me how much you want to please me. And keep them nice and wet. They won’t be in your mouth for too much longer.”
Claudia’s cheeks bulged even more with another bead. Rémi grabbed the edges of the leather swing, felt the power of the movement in the long muscles of her arms, in her steady and wide-legged stance that shoved the big pale purple cock in the air. Her body flushed with scalding heat. With a cold smile, she jerked Claudia’s ass toward her, ready – at last – take what had always been hers.
Rémi closed the door to the back room behind her and locked it. Ahead of her, Claudia straightened her skirt and did a quick check of her freshly applied lipstick in the mirror by the office door. Her eyes were languorous, her gaze relaxed. Her body moved with liquid ease across the room, a snake, a succubus, a sexually satisfied woman.
“Thank you,” she said.
She looked at Rémi over her shoulder. Coy. Beautiful.
“You’re welcome,” Rémi said. “Anytime.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Anytime you want.”
The pleasure they’d shared in that back room had finally lain to rest the doubts between them. Pain and pleasure had come together in a symphony of groans and sighs that even amazed her. Rémi didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of this. Or why Claudia hadn’t suggested it sooner. Her body felt pleasantly sore from what they’d done together. Under her black slacks and the navy silk shirt, her arms, her glutes, every muscle group in her back burned from the exertion. From Claudia’s satisfaction.
She’d worked harder than she had in a long time. Fucking. Slapping. Satisfying. It had been enough. Not once had she thought about doing what she had done to other women in that room. Everything had been about her lover and what they did together. What Claudia felt and what Rémi wanted from her.
“Come home to me later,” Claudia said.
Maxwell’s performance was over. The club hummed with a low key after-party vibe while the smooth vocals of Marsha Ambrosius bathed the partygoers from the speakers. Rémi didn’t know how long they’d been playing in the back room but it was long enough for the night to deepen and to settle its seductive presence into the crevices of the club. She’d missed the rest of Maxwell’s performance but she didn’t regret a single moment of it.
“I’ll always come home to you,” Rémi said.
“You better.” Claudia checked her lipstick in the mirror again then left the office, closing the door softly behind her.
Through the music, Rémi imagined she heard the sound of her love’s high heels fading into the sweetened air, footsteps walking away but that would always come back to her. Just like she would always return to Claudia. No matter what.
The End
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