against the bed and stopped her upper body’s struggle. Emily continued to kick her legs until Nat shifted, trapping Emily under the weight of her naked, painfully aroused body. Ignoring her whimper of defeat, Nat slipped her thigh between Emily’s and grinned at the feeling of slick juices coating her skin.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Nat murmured. Seeing real anxiety in Emily’s eyes, she bent to kiss one corner of her mouth, then the other. “You look so frightened, but I’m willing to bet that if I uncuffed you right now, dressed you, and offered you a ride home…” She rocked her hips into Emily’s, and Emily mirrored her movement. “Well, what would you say?”
Emily drew her lips into a thin line. Nat sensed her hesitation and thrust against her again. Exhaling, Emily whispered, “I would say no, thank you. Mistress.”
“Because you want to be fucked?”
Emily turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Nat stared, fascinated, at the play of emotion across her beautiful face. “Yes, mistress.”
“Say it.”
“I want to be fucked.”
Taking Emily’s chin in her hand, Nat returned her head to its original position. Then she slapped her cheek, just hard enough to startle Emily into opening her eyes. “Look at me,” Nat said. “Look at me and say it again.”
Nat regretted the command as soon as she uttered it, because when Emily stared up at her— into her, more like—the intensity in her eyes threatened to derail Nat completely. Beneath her, Emily seemed to relax. “I want you to fuck me, mistress.”
It took Nat the span of a couple of breaths to switch her brain back on. She blinked, then released Emily’s chin, caressing the side of her face instead. Instinct screamed at her to kiss Emily, because she had never wanted someone this badly without giving in to the urge to connect in that most intimate way. She rarely kissed clients—yet she’d already succumbed once tonight. Earlier it had been to reassure Emily, but now there was no reason to go back for more except to satisfy her own desire.
“Mistress,” Emily whispered. Her eyes burned with the same hunger that gnawed at Nat’s belly.
Nat lowered her head and pressed her lips to Emily’s. The breathy moan that met her, and the warm, wet bliss of Emily’s tongue coming out to greet her, chased away any thought of holding back. Nat moved her hands to Emily’s hair, stroking reverently as she luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of kissing a sweet, beautiful woman.
They broke the kiss mutually some time later, both of them gasping, Nat struck speechless at the sheer perfection of their make-out session. Her thigh had worked its way between Emily’s legs, and she could feel the slippery heat of her sex pressed against her skin. Emily’s hips jerked, her entire body tensing in a way that Nat now realized meant she was trying to hold back an impending climax.
The desire to further stave off Emily’s orgasm propelled Nat into action. She rolled off Emily and got out of bed, once again weak in the knees. If she managed to survive this appointment without making a total fool of herself, she’d consider herself lucky. Emily Parker was something special, no doubt.
Exhaling, Nat rasped, “I’ll be right back. You stay here and think about what I’m going to do to you when I return.”
In a similarly breathless voice, Emily said, “I will, mistress.”
Nat shivered. Time to go wash her hands and take a quick walk around the penthouse. Whatever it took to get her head on straight, because when she came back, she planned on rocking Emily Parker’s world.
Chapter Four
As soon as Nat walked out of the bedroom, Emily slammed her eyes shut. She was in a state of sensory overload, and adding visual stimulation to the mix was just too much. Her skin tingled in all the places Nat had spanked and slapped, and her pussy literally throbbed, open and dripping and so mournfully, terribly empty. Her wrists burned from
“You’re not going anywhere,” Nat murmured. Seeing real anxiety in Emily’s eyes, she bent to kiss one corner of her mouth, then the other. “You look so frightened, but I’m willing to bet that if I uncuffed you right now, dressed you, and offered you a ride home…” She rocked her hips into Emily’s, and Emily mirrored her movement. “Well, what would you say?”
Emily drew her lips into a thin line. Nat sensed her hesitation and thrust against her again. Exhaling, Emily whispered, “I would say no, thank you. Mistress.”
“Because you want to be fucked?”
Emily turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Nat stared, fascinated, at the play of emotion across her beautiful face. “Yes, mistress.”
“Say it.”
“I want to be fucked.”
Taking Emily’s chin in her hand, Nat returned her head to its original position. Then she slapped her cheek, just hard enough to startle Emily into opening her eyes. “Look at me,” Nat said. “Look at me and say it again.”
Nat regretted the command as soon as she uttered it, because when Emily stared up at her— into her, more like—the intensity in her eyes threatened to derail Nat completely. Beneath her, Emily seemed to relax. “I want you to fuck me, mistress.”
It took Nat the span of a couple of breaths to switch her brain back on. She blinked, then released Emily’s chin, caressing the side of her face instead. Instinct screamed at her to kiss Emily, because she had never wanted someone this badly without giving in to the urge to connect in that most intimate way. She rarely kissed clients—yet she’d already succumbed once tonight. Earlier it had been to reassure Emily, but now there was no reason to go back for more except to satisfy her own desire.
“Mistress,” Emily whispered. Her eyes burned with the same hunger that gnawed at Nat’s belly.
Nat lowered her head and pressed her lips to Emily’s. The breathy moan that met her, and the warm, wet bliss of Emily’s tongue coming out to greet her, chased away any thought of holding back. Nat moved her hands to Emily’s hair, stroking reverently as she luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of kissing a sweet, beautiful woman.
They broke the kiss mutually some time later, both of them gasping, Nat struck speechless at the sheer perfection of their make-out session. Her thigh had worked its way between Emily’s legs, and she could feel the slippery heat of her sex pressed against her skin. Emily’s hips jerked, her entire body tensing in a way that Nat now realized meant she was trying to hold back an impending climax.
The desire to further stave off Emily’s orgasm propelled Nat into action. She rolled off Emily and got out of bed, once again weak in the knees. If she managed to survive this appointment without making a total fool of herself, she’d consider herself lucky. Emily Parker was something special, no doubt.
Exhaling, Nat rasped, “I’ll be right back. You stay here and think about what I’m going to do to you when I return.”
In a similarly breathless voice, Emily said, “I will, mistress.”
Nat shivered. Time to go wash her hands and take a quick walk around the penthouse. Whatever it took to get her head on straight, because when she came back, she planned on rocking Emily Parker’s world.
Chapter Four
As soon as Nat walked out of the bedroom, Emily slammed her eyes shut. She was in a state of sensory overload, and adding visual stimulation to the mix was just too much. Her skin tingled in all the places Nat had spanked and slapped, and her pussy literally throbbed, open and dripping and so mournfully, terribly empty. Her wrists burned from
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