Her next kiss was full of the will to silence them both.
Alicia almost forgot that their relationship had started under different circumstances. She almost forgot that this woman originally seduced her under false pretenses. She almost forgot that Danica sent her personal assistant to fetch her for a booty call. Blue Bird? What happened there? Nothing of consequence. So what if Danica’s family owned Alicia’s place of work? So what if her father seemed like one of the most unpleasant men in the world?
All that mattered was now. Danica was in her arms. She was inAlicia’sarms. Their bodies pressed together.Take me to another place. I don’t want to be in the real world anymore.Isn’t it time for us to go to the next level?
Danica’s tongue lingered on Alicia’s lips before she sat up. Alicia didn’t move.
“The way you look at me is exquisite,” Danica said, fingernails drawing softly up Alicia’s outer thigh. She stole a breath as Danica pushed up her skirt and lightly touched her hidden skin.Is it embarrassing if I get wet? No, right?Alicia wanted to close her eyes, but the woman was talking about the wayshelooked at her. Why would Alicia deny her the sight of her eyes when Danica rarely denied those glistening ambers devouring Alicia? “Maybe it’s not new for someone to look at me like that, but this is the first time I’ve appreciated it.”
“I don’t think I look at you in any strange way.”
Alicia’s thighs eased open. Not necessarily on their own, either. Yet with Danica kneeling between her legs, all Alicia could think about was what other ways this woman could manipulate her body to her will… and how else Danica could manipulate her pounding heart.
“I didn’t say it was strange.” Eyes still locked on hers, Danica yanked Alicia’s underwear aside, giving her fingers complete access to unprecedented warmth. “Even if it may make me feel strange things.”
Alicia may have known something about that.
Danica’s fingertip teased Alicia’s entrance. Her demeanor was unchanging. Alicia’s body tensed, garnering a wicked smile from Danica that nearly undid her. When a finger surged forward, plummeting into her and touching her formerly untouched places, Alicia was forced to close her eyes to save her sanity. Once again, she faced the unanswered question: did it feel great because Danica was great, or was she so inexperienced that anything felt good? Was this the difference between naïveté and innocence again? Was she easy to fool with a little fingering and comments about the way she looked at Danica?
Did it matter?
“You’re feeling something right now, aren’t you, Alicia?”
Say my name like that again.She tried to open her eyes, but she preferred to stay in her darkened world where she only had the touch of Danica’s hand and the sound of her melodic voice guiding her. Even when Alicia attempted to speak, she found she could not. Squeaks and whimpers were the only sounds coming from her pleasured body.
“Do you need me to tell you how wet you are? How much I enjoy your heat on my skin? Or do you need me to tell you that watching you quiver has me… shall we say, determined to touch you in ways I’ve both touched you and in ways I’ve yet to attempt?”
Although Alicia heard these words, some of them slipped right past her brain while traveling through her ears. She clasped her hand upon her head and emitted a long, low whine as Danica’s finger twirled within her.
“You want another finger, don’t you, Alicia?”
She nodded. One finger was more torture than pleasure now. It wasn’t enough to fill her in the ways she was accustomed to, with or without another person. The woman had fingered her before. With two fingers. That wasmuchnicer.
“Then tell me. I want to hear you ask for another finger.”
“Please, please…” Those sounds were too difficult to make with dry lips. Alicia’s hands rubbed her own breasts, tugging at the large keyhole, wondering where they could best pinch her nipples. “I want another finger.”
“I know you can be more polite than that.”
Alicia’s legs spread so far that one went up the back of the loveseat and the other dared to graze the floor. “May I please have another one?” The words were strong in her head, but sounded – and felt – so meek coming from her lips. “Mistress?”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll give you whatever you want, my sweet.”
My sweet.Whenever this woman got even the slightest bit possessive, Alicia tingled all over. Was this what she meant by the finer points of a BDSM lifestyle? Alicia still wasn’t sure about it, but if it was more like this than some of the stuff she witnessed at Midnight? She could get into it!
“Since you asked so nicely…” Another fingertip appeared between Alicia’s thighs. This one had little trouble reaching inside after the first had done the work. “I’ll give it to you.”
“Oh!” Alicia arched her back. Somehow, that made both of Danica’s fingers sink deeper into her body. She snatched Danica’s arm and slowly moved against her hand, attempting to meet her languid motions. One moment, her breasts were secured within the bust of her dress, and the next? Danica’s mouth was on Alica’s nipple.
This definitely wasn’t what she had in mind when Danica asked her if she liked BDSM. Did this even qualify as BDSM? Was Danica exerting that much control over her? Alicia moaned,not once, but twice, gasping for air every time Danica thrust into her.
“Your scent is divine,” she muttered against Alicia’s skin. The knuckle of her middle finger brushed against Alicia’s clit every time it pulled out. “Even your skin has me enthralled.”
She said that to make Alicia happy tonight. She wouldn’t mean it tomorrow.
Yet I want to believe this can last forever.
“I’d very much like to see you come, Ms. Colbert.” Danica’s fingers upped their intensity, thrusting into Alicia hard, harder, the hardest she had ever experienced on the other end of a woman’s devotion. “In fact, I’m dying to.”
