Chapter Eight

“IS THIS THE offending bed?” Kristina strode right past her, into her bedroom, and immediately made herself at home on the edge of the mattress. Parker hovered awkwardly in the doorway.

“No, actually, it’s in the backyard—well, what’s left of it… We sort of had a bonfire.”

Kristina laughed, amusement creasing the skin around her eyes before her expression turned serious again.

“Come in and close the door.”

Parker’s stomach flipped. She did, acutely aware of the eyes on her.

“Take off your dress for me.”

“I, um…” She glanced around the room, unsure what she was looking for. It was broad daylight, the curtains were open, and Kristina was staring at her, expectant. When did she become this person who was ashamed of her body?

Eyes on the floor, she shrugged out of her jacket and grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it over her head in one quick move. She let both garments fall to the floor, crossing her arms at her hips, wishing she at least still had her panties.

She heard Kristina get up from the bed and pad across the carpet toward her.

“Parker… Look at me.”

Shame burned hot in her gut as she lifted her head.

“You are a beautiful woman.”

A hand reached for her waist, the pads of Kristina’s fingers tracing its curve.

“Yet that’s how you undress yourself for me? You hide your body?”

Parker swallowed hard, an apology on her lips, though she kept them tight closed. Surprisingly, Kristina leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft at first, and when her tongue parted Parker’s, it pushed deep into her mouth. Slowly, her shyness fell away, desire taking over.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Kristina took a step back. “When I ask you to undress for me, sweetheart, I want you to remember that.”

Parker watched, mesmerized, as Kristina trailed her tan fingers up over a flat stomach, across the fabric of her tank top, skirting the hem of her jacket until she pushed it back off her slim shoulders.

“That’s right, baby, watch me…”

Kristina was so confident, so sure. She was hypnotic, and Parker knew she couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to. Kristina slid her hands down her body, over the swell of her breasts, down the curve of her waist, and God, she was flawless. Anticipation tickled Parker’s stomach as that skintight tank was inched up, softly toned abs revealed, before it was pulled over her head.

She was breathing hard as Kristina worked her fingers into the waistband of yoga pants—she’s killing me in freaking yoga pants—and then those pants were falling down smooth thighs and Kristina was looking at her, standing in her bedroom in just her matching black underwear. Parker’s stomach flipped.

“Like what you see?”

She nodded, quickly remembering herself. “Yes, Mistress.”

Somewhere during the display her hands had fallen away from covering her, resting at her sides, fingers balled into fists. Kristina reached up to let down her dark hair and shook it out around her shoulders.

“I don’t want you ashamed and hiding. Do you understand?”

Kristina reached up and unclasped her bra and let it fall off her arms and tumble to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her nipples were already hard. Parker licked her lips at the sight.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Kristina stood there, naked except for her panties, watching her. The charge between them was dizzying.

“Take off your bra.”

Parker swallowed hard. Her hands shook at her sides and she willed them to still, steeling herself.

Slowly, carefully, she ran the pads of her fingers up the outside of her thighs, over the curve of her waist, closing her eyes and trying to let herself feel the touch.

“That’s right, baby…”

Kristina had taken a step closer, she knew without opening her eyes. She let her hands trail forward, up over her flat stomach, feeling the weight of her own breasts in her hands.

“Good girl. Now look at me…”

I don’t know if I can do this with my eyes open. She did it anyway. Kristina was watching her intently, and rather than feeling embarrassed, somehow, she felt wanted, desired, desirable.

“Take it off for me.”

She reached behind herself slowly and fumbled with the clasp a little before, finally, it sprung free and she slid the material slowly down her arms.

Kristina was shameless in studying her breasts, and her nipples hardened under the attention, everything in her aching to be touched.

“Good girl.”

Rather than stepping forward, Kristina stepped to the side, gesturing to the bed.

“Shoes off and lay down.”

Parker kicked off her sandals and moved to comply, trying to hold on to that feeling of being pretty, sexy, desirable, though she felt exposed all over again laid out on the bed, naked. The mattress dipped as Kristina sat beside her.

“Touch your breasts.”

Her cheeks flamed. Kristina swung her legs up onto the bed and lay down beside her. She leaned up on an elbow to watch.

Parker reached up, her heart beating wild, hands shaking as they settled over her breasts. Her nipples strained under her palms, already stiff, sensitive.

“Show me how you like to be touched, sweetheart…”

Sadly, she didn’t even know anymore. She tugged a little on the twin peaks, letting out a satisfied exhale at the heat the action shot between her legs.

“Touch your body…”

Kristina raked a single finger down between the valley of Parker’s breasts, circling her navel before sliding it away. Parker shuddered at the touch. Her hands followed its path, feeling the goose bumps it had left in its wake, across her skin.

“That’s right…” Kristina’s dark hair fell over her shoulder. Parker felt her cool breath on her throat.

“Spread your legs, baby…”

Parker swallowed hard, raising her hands back to her breasts, closing her eyes, trying to lose herself in the sensation, to distract herself from the embarrassment of being laid open before her.

“Now show me how you touched yourself last night.”

Panic and arousal shot in her chest, spilling into her blood, thrilling.

“Did you lie right here, thinking about me, Parker?”

She nodded, and Kristina leaned down to kiss her, rough and messy.

“Were you imagining me fucking you in that bathroom stall?”

“Yes, Mistress…” She grit out the words, breathy, rough, as she dipped her fingers between her legs to find she was once again wet, hot, completely wanting for Kristina.

She rubbed herself slow and steady, resisting the urge to go rougher, harder, and just explode. She wanted Kristina to be the one to make her come. The thought alone made her clench.

Dark hair tickled her chest as Kristina lowered her head and sucked a nipple between her lips. Parker keened and then hissed as she felt the rough graze of teeth followed by the hot lathe of a tongue.

Kristina let it go with a pop.

“Do you masturbate with toys?”

The question shocked her, but she swallowed hard and answered, rubbing herself just a little faster, determined to stay in the moment.

“No, Mistress.”

“Do you fuck yourself?”

The question confused her. She looked up into dark eyes, curious, blushing.

“Do you put your fingers inside yourself, Parker?”

Her hand stilled for a minute as she stumbled over the answer.

“Keep going.”

The order was immediate and she complied.

“I…not usually…”

Is that weird?

Kristina’s fingers closed around one of her nipples and rolled it softly. Her eyes fell shut. It felt so good to have Kristina touching her.

“When was the last time someone was inside you?”

God, what’s with all the questions? Honestly…she didn’t know. Things with Amanda had been pretty mechanical, a means to an end. She’d usually just rubbed Parker until she came and then rolled out of bed to shower.

“I’m not sure.”

Kristina sucked in a breath.

Pressure was building between Parker’s legs, and it saved her from being horribly embarrassed over all this.

“Do you want me inside you, sweetheart? My fingers, my tongue…maybe my toys.”

Her hips bucked shamefully at the words.

“Yes, Mistress.”

With a laugh, dark and breathy, Kristina tugged her hand away from herself and guided it up to her mouth. Parker watched, torn between frustration at the loss of stimulation and fascination, as her own pale fingers disappeared between plump lips.

She couldn’t help the soft hum of approval, arousal, that spilled from between her closed lips as teeth and tongue attacked her fingers. Kristina made a show of tasting her on them, and Parker watched, greedy.

“Keep your hands up here.”

Her wrists were raised above her head, and she grabbed her headboard obediently. Her breath caught as Kristina climbed on top of her, slipping a thigh between her open ones, settling over her.

When lips covered her own and a tongue pushed into her mouth, she tasted herself.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby…”

God, yes.

A hand covered her, and she parted her legs, eager.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re all mine.”

Kristina kissed her roughly, moving to bite and suck gently at her neck.

“This is all mine.”

Kristina rubbed her before her fingers slid lower, teasing. Parker’s hips bucked up off the bed.

“Tell me you want it…”

Kristina’s lips were so close to her ear… Kissing, nipping, sucking. Parker moaned. I don’t want it—I need it.

“I…want it, please…”

A finger pressed against her entrance, and she whined.

“Be specific.”

This was mortifying, and hot, and screw it.

“I want you inside me, please.”

A hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back on the pillows, leaving Parker’s gaze locked on Kristina’s as the heel of her hand pressed hard over her clit, and one finger sunk into her.

She clenched, heard her own moan, long and low and pornographic, but she couldn’t think, couldn’t see anything except those dark eyes drinking it all in.

When was the last time someone fucked her, wanted her, made her feel good like this?

“So hot…” Kristina was looking down at her with such reverence, such hunger, that it was impossible not to believe her. Parker’s hips jumped without her permission, pushing the finger deeper inside. She gasped at the feeling.

Kristina laughed, leaning down to kiss her.

“I want to feel you come on my fingers…”

She was so…explicit, and somehow the words only made Parker hotter. She ran her hands down Kristina’s back, all soft skin and smooth muscle, following the curve of her spine, feeling the shape of her ass, squeezing hard when the finger inside her began to move.

“Hands up. You feel so good, Parker…”

She moaned at the words, her body already winding hot, tight.

When the finger that was pushing her closer slipped out of her, she couldn’t help but whine. A hand tugged her hair, rough.

“So impatient, baby…”

Kristina was looking down at her again, eyes wild, hair mussed, and it was so obvious from her face that she loved this.

The width of two fingers pressed at Parker’s entrance, and she licked her lips, nervous.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded, and Kristina eased into her, and yes, she felt so full, so fucked. She couldn’t help her hissed approval.

The heel of Kristina’s hand grinding against her, the curl of her fingers inside her, they were pushing her closer to the edge. She tightened on them.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

She nodded, panting out the words. “Yes, Mistress…”

She was so close.

“You don’t come without permission. Do you understand?”

Fingers thrust rough into her with the question, and her walls fluttered. She tensed her thighs quickly to try to stave off her impending orgasm.

“Yes… Mistress…”

Crap, I’m so close.

“I’m… Can I come, please?”

Those fingers were fucking her, urgent now, deep and unforgiving, and she was clenched so painfully tight on them, leaving them rubbing against the most sensitive parts of her. Sweat ran down from her hairline. She was going to finish soon, whether she had permission or not.

“Please, Mistress…”

She moaned out the words, her walls clenching hard, dangerous.

“Come for me, Parker.”

She exploded. Her hips had been working higher and higher off the bed. They crashed back to the mattress with staggering force, and then she was limp, shaking, falling apart with Kristina’s fingers still working deep inside her.

The noises she made were pornographic to her own ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt so full, so used, so fucking good. Kristina still pumped her slowly, even as her orgasm ended. A thumb brushed her clit, and Parker’s body began to tighten again.

“I… God…”

This was so unfamiliar to her. She didn’t think she’d ever had an orgasm like the one she’d just enjoyed. Her legs were almost numb from being clamped so tight together, yet she recognized the build of another, forming deep in her stomach.

“I…”

Her body jumped, and her wetness spilled onto Kristina’s hand.

“You’re mine, Parker…” Kristina panted the words above her. “Mine to use, mine to pleasure.”

Her legs were shaking.

“Relax for me, sweetheart.”

Parker was torn between relief and sheer frustration when the fingers slipped from inside her. Her hips jumped off the bed when she felt the press of Kristina’s fingers back against her entrance, a third one joining them.

“Relax.”

It wasn’t a request. Kristina’s mouth covered hers, pushing her tongue rough inside, her thumb working over her clit while slowly, torturously, wonderfully, she eased three fingers inside Parker.

“Good girl.” The praise came with a swift kiss on her mouth, and Parker’s head was spinning.

Legs spread, laid out naked, three fingers in her, she was here, in her bedroom, with Kristina, about to have another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Come on, baby.” The fingers inside her twisted, stretching her deliciously, and she let her head fall back. Kristina’s nipples were hard against her own, heat building between their bodies. Her legs were shaking and she was aching, exhausted, yet her body was coiling tight again, quivering around Kristina’s skilled fingers.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this…” Three sharp thrusts accompanied the words, and Parker moaned long and loud. Everything in her clenched tight. Kristina leaned down and kissed the shell of her ear, rubbing her thumb hard over Parker’s clit as she increased the pace of the digits inside her.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

She could hardly draw in a breath to say the words, but somehow, she managed it.

“I’m…yours…”

The fingers inside her pushed impossibly deeper.

“Good girl, now come for me.”

Her body obeyed immediately.

Finally, when she was totally spent, Kristina slipped out of her and rolled to lay beside her. When Parker held her breath and swallowed, trying to regain control of her body, she heard Kristina’s unsteady breaths in the silence.

Between her legs was a mess, but more than anything, she wanted to touch Kristina, to make her feel as good as Parker felt after all that. She pushed up onto a shaky elbow.

“Can I touch you?”

She reached out and settled a hand just below Kristina’s breast, tentative.

“You already are.”

Dark eyes burned up at her.

“I want to touch you like you touched me.”

The confession embarrassed her, but she forced herself to hold those eyes. Kristina swallowed.

“Go ahead.”

Parker was suddenly shy, Kristina laid out beside her, naked save for the thin scrap of black silk that was her panties.

Letting still-shaking fingers glide higher, she covered Kristina’s breast and squeezed gently. She saw the echo of the action in Kristina’s eyes. This woman beguiled her. She was so young, yet she filled the role of authority, power effortlessly, and Parker found that she bowed to her easily, willingly.

“May I take these off, Mistress?”

She trailed her fingers down to trace the waistband of her underwear. Kristina was beautiful, hair splayed on her pillow. Parker burned the image into her mind, the want, the flash of uncertainty in those dark eyes she fought so hard to hide.

“You may.”

She pushed up to her knees and dragged the panties down Kristina’s legs, forcing her eyes not to linger at the apex of Kristina’s thighs, clean shaven. Tossing the material aside, Parker swung a leg over Kristina’s hips. Firm hands came up to hold her own, as she settled herself over Kristina, her still-sensitive flesh meeting Kristina’s stomach, making her shudder.

Kristina purred beneath her.

Parker leaned down and kissed her, pushing her tongue into her mouth, enjoying the semblance of control she was being allowed.

She moved her lips down to Kristina’s neck, across her collarbones, scooting down her body to take a stiff nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard and Kristina twisted rough fingers in her hair.

“Get on with it, sweetheart.”

Looking up at Kristina through thick lashes, she nipped at the stiff flesh, just a hint of defiance, before obediently, she slid lower. She kissed her way over firm abs, feeling the muscles tense below the skin, over one hipbone and then the other. Her eyes landed on a web of scars, pale against otherwise tan skin, taut over Kristina’s left hip. She reached up to touch them, wondering what had left such a strange series of marks there.

“Now…”

Kristina’s voice was low, rough from above her, and Parker pressed a quick kiss to the lines before dipping lower, kissing below her navel and scooting down between her legs.

“Are you sure you want…”

She nipped the inside of a tan thigh, guiding Kristina’s legs apart.

“Yes, Mistress… I want to.”

The muscles in Kristina’s stomach jumped as Parker’s breath caught her between the legs. Parker smirked. The fingers in her hair pulled tight.

“Put your mouth to better use before you end up over my knee.”

With one last smile, Parker dipped her head. Kristina’s fell back on her pillow as Parker ran her tongue over her.

Kristina was quiet during sex. Though her body jumped and jerked, her thighs tightening in a way that told Parker she was doing good work, she barely made a sound. Parker ran her hands up smooth thighs, sucking her hard, letting her tongue sink down lower, testing. Her reward was a soft gasp, and she smiled against her.

“Do you like that, Mistress?”

Parker nipped the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, enjoying the way her body jumped in response. Kristina was gorgeous, all tan skin and super toned. God bless yoga.

“Yes.”

The words was almost a hiss, the fingers in her hair pressing her head back down, impatient. She kissed Kristina and then popped back up.

“May I use my fingers on you too?”

Parker dug the pads of them into the inside of Kristina’s thigh and slid them higher, eager.

“No.”

The response surprised her.

“Pleasure me with your mouth, sweetheart. Quickly.”

Parker lowered her head. Kristina’s breathing grew heavier above her, and she worked her over hard, sucking, licking, nipping, eager to draw any kind of sound from her. She was close, her body was tight, and fuck it.

Parker sucked hard on her clit and moved lower, circling her entrance once before she thrust her tongue inside. A soft sound from above was her reward. Kristina’s insides quivered pleasingly, before she pulled her tongue away. Kristina growled.

Back to licking and sucking at her clit, innocent, Parker ignored the sound. When the hips below her began to rock slightly, she pushed her tongue into her again. This time a longer, lower, rougher moan rewarded her, followed by a whine when she pulled it away.

“So help me, Parker…”

She fought not to laugh, lapping at her, ignoring the hands that were tight in her hair.

“Do you need something, Mistress?” She let her lips graze messy, wet over Kristina’s flesh as she asked, teasing.

One minute she was licking Kristina; the next Kristina was sitting up, strong hands wrapped around Parker’s biceps, pulling her up and pushing her back, laying her on the bed. Before she had time to process, Kristina was crawling on top of her, tugging her hands up.

“Lace your hands behind your head, now.”

She did, licking her lips as Kristina moved upward, knees settling on either side of her shoulders. Her stomach clenched as she realized what was happening.

“You are mine to use. Do you understand?”

She nodded. Rough fingers closed around her cheeks, squeezing.

“Words.”

“Yes, Mistress.” They came out horribly distorted with Kristina holding her face, squishing her lips together, before she let her go.

“Now open your mouth.”

She did, eyes locked on Kristina’s as she lowered herself down onto her. This was so much hotter than she imagined it would be. Maybe that was just because of Kristina, who was shamelessly riding her face, hands covering her breasts, eyes on Parker’s.

Kristina hummed her approval, and something inside Parker came alive at the sound. She reached up, taking hold of Kristina’s slim hips, holding her still, while rather than just letting her move, she started to lick her, suck her, fuck her again, ignoring the growled warning from above.

When Kristina’s hips bucked and her thighs started to shake, Parker shoved her tongue inside, giving up on breathing, eager to see Kristina come. Kristina pitched forward with a long, low moan Parker knew she would be hearing in her dreams for weeks.

Her body shook, and her fingers fisted the pillow beside Parker’s head. Parker lapped her obediently until finally, spent, she scooted away.

Kristina rolled off her, breathless, and Parker reached up to wipe her mouth, triumphant. Something had changed between them in the time they were apart. If they had been compatible before, they were explosive together now, and she couldn’t help but be proud of the fact.

“What are you smirking at?”

The words were rough, lazy. Parker turned her head, the smug smirk on her lips turning into a genuine smile at the sight of Kristina, laid back on her pillows, eyes heavy-lidded, looking utterly sated, and absolutely beautiful.

This was good.