struggling against the cuffs, and the sensation of the plug inside her ass made her feel crazy, frantic for an orgasm. She was nothing but pure sensation, intellect stripped away for the night—just as she’d wanted.
And that kiss Nat had just given her? She didn’t even know how that made her feel. Warm all over. Lonely. Infatuated.
Emily took a deep breath, then exhaled. So far, tonight had exceeded all her wildest hopes. Not only was she enjoying every detail of her most secret fantasy, but Nat had made her feel things she never thought possible. She’d kept her expectations for her escort low on purpose, unsure what she would get. But this woman, so sensuously masculine, so strong, was exactly what she’d desired. To top it all off, no matter how rough she became, no matter how convincingly she delivered the crude dialogue Emily had asked to hear, Nat made her feel safe.
And that was crazy, because nothing had made her feel safe in a very, very long time—longer than she could remember. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry that it had apparently taken meeting a hooker to discover this type of intimacy and connection.
The bedroom door opened, startling her into awareness. She lifted her head and looked at Nat, who paused in the doorway and stared at her with smoldering eyes. She was magnificent: feminine curves, lean muscle, and darkly handsome features that hid the breathtaking vulnerability Emily had glimpsed more than once. She was fascinating, sexy, mysterious—and worth every penny.
Nat shut the door and walked to the table of toys, turning her back to Emily as she stepped into a leather harness. With Nat’s attention focused on strapping on the dildo she had chosen, Emily took advantage of the opportunity to stare. Nat’s well-defined ass was a thing of beauty. She yearned to sink her teeth into one of her firm cheeks, then taste her pussy again.
“What are you smiling about?” Nat turned, giving Emily her first glimpse of the peach-colored dildo jutting out from between her firm thighs.
Emily’s inner muscles clenched at the sight, unleashing shock waves deep inside her ass. What had she been thinking, choosing one so big? But she knew exactly what she’d thought—what she still thought. Tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so she ought to make it count.
Nat sat down on the edge of the bed, tweaking Emily’s nipple hard enough to elicit a tiny shock of pain. Her pussy clenched harder this time, threatening to trigger the orgasm she’d been fighting off for what felt like hours now. Without hesitating, Nat tweaked the other one. “I asked you a question. Answer it.”
Emily blinked, trying hard to recall what Nat had asked. “I…don’t remember, mistress.”
“You don’t remember what you were smiling about?”
Oh. Well, technically she didn’t remember anything right now. Her brain had all but short-circuited. “No, mistress.”
“Maybe you were thinking about taking my cock?”
Probably. “Yes, mistress.”
Nat shifted farther onto the bed to sit near Emily’s legs, which were crossed at the ankles. “Let me see your cunt.”
The word— cunt— hit Emily in the stomach like a soft punch. She had asked for Nat to use it. And it did turn her on—but it also embarrassed her. Which had been the point of wanting it, she supposed. Nat slapped the inside of her thigh, snapping her out of her self-analysis. She needed to stop thinking and just start reacting.
She spread her legs, shuddering when Nat eased back, tilted her head, and studied her obscenely wet sex with interest. “So pretty,” Nat murmured, running her fingers over her labia. “Such a pretty, pink, wet cunt.” She checked Emily’s face as she said the words, smiling at whatever she saw there. “Remember, slut, that you are not allowed to come. No matter what I do. No matter how badly you want to.”
The words elicited another shudder. That was an extremely tall order. All it would take was the
And that kiss Nat had just given her? She didn’t even know how that made her feel. Warm all over. Lonely. Infatuated.
Emily took a deep breath, then exhaled. So far, tonight had exceeded all her wildest hopes. Not only was she enjoying every detail of her most secret fantasy, but Nat had made her feel things she never thought possible. She’d kept her expectations for her escort low on purpose, unsure what she would get. But this woman, so sensuously masculine, so strong, was exactly what she’d desired. To top it all off, no matter how rough she became, no matter how convincingly she delivered the crude dialogue Emily had asked to hear, Nat made her feel safe.
And that was crazy, because nothing had made her feel safe in a very, very long time—longer than she could remember. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry that it had apparently taken meeting a hooker to discover this type of intimacy and connection.
The bedroom door opened, startling her into awareness. She lifted her head and looked at Nat, who paused in the doorway and stared at her with smoldering eyes. She was magnificent: feminine curves, lean muscle, and darkly handsome features that hid the breathtaking vulnerability Emily had glimpsed more than once. She was fascinating, sexy, mysterious—and worth every penny.
Nat shut the door and walked to the table of toys, turning her back to Emily as she stepped into a leather harness. With Nat’s attention focused on strapping on the dildo she had chosen, Emily took advantage of the opportunity to stare. Nat’s well-defined ass was a thing of beauty. She yearned to sink her teeth into one of her firm cheeks, then taste her pussy again.
“What are you smiling about?” Nat turned, giving Emily her first glimpse of the peach-colored dildo jutting out from between her firm thighs.
Emily’s inner muscles clenched at the sight, unleashing shock waves deep inside her ass. What had she been thinking, choosing one so big? But she knew exactly what she’d thought—what she still thought. Tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so she ought to make it count.
Nat sat down on the edge of the bed, tweaking Emily’s nipple hard enough to elicit a tiny shock of pain. Her pussy clenched harder this time, threatening to trigger the orgasm she’d been fighting off for what felt like hours now. Without hesitating, Nat tweaked the other one. “I asked you a question. Answer it.”
Emily blinked, trying hard to recall what Nat had asked. “I…don’t remember, mistress.”
“You don’t remember what you were smiling about?”
Oh. Well, technically she didn’t remember anything right now. Her brain had all but short-circuited. “No, mistress.”
“Maybe you were thinking about taking my cock?”
Probably. “Yes, mistress.”
Nat shifted farther onto the bed to sit near Emily’s legs, which were crossed at the ankles. “Let me see your cunt.”
The word— cunt— hit Emily in the stomach like a soft punch. She had asked for Nat to use it. And it did turn her on—but it also embarrassed her. Which had been the point of wanting it, she supposed. Nat slapped the inside of her thigh, snapping her out of her self-analysis. She needed to stop thinking and just start reacting.
She spread her legs, shuddering when Nat eased back, tilted her head, and studied her obscenely wet sex with interest. “So pretty,” Nat murmured, running her fingers over her labia. “Such a pretty, pink, wet cunt.” She checked Emily’s face as she said the words, smiling at whatever she saw there. “Remember, slut, that you are not allowed to come. No matter what I do. No matter how badly you want to.”
The words elicited another shudder. That was an extremely tall order. All it would take was the
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