The moment Amiyah straddled my lap, bold and brazen in front of the whole damn cookout, I knew she wasn’t just flirting; she was submitting, whether she realized it yet or not.
Her ass ground into me with filthy precision, her breath hot against my ear, whispering things no one else could hear. “You feel that? That’s me dripping for you.”
The moment that wrecked me was her telling me what she’d let me do to her body, a body that I was now in ownership of.
I immediately corrected her, whispering in her ear. “You didn’t LET me do a damn thing, your body, mind, and soul are mine to do as I please as long as I please. ”
Her willingness to submit let me know she would be the perfect sub—my fluffy, bratty baby.
The words “Yes, Mistress,” fell from her full, glossy lips like they were born there.
Mistress.
The word hit like a whip crack in my chest, sharp and electrifying. My clit throbbed instantly, wetness slicking my panties. No one had ever called me that outside the walls of Provocateur, and never in broad daylight, surrounded by loved ones, and all the celebrities that broketheir neck to attend a Caleb Black function. It was dangerous, reckless as hell, and exactly what I craved.
I imagined dragging her away from this party, throwing her against the hood of her car, making her scream that word loud enough for the whole block to hear. I imagined bending her over in front of James, spreading her open, tonguing fucking her until her voice broke on the syllables of Mistress.
By the time the song ended and she stood, shaky and glowing, I was already undone.
The group bantered around us, Yanna cracking jokes, Dana egging her on, Ajaih smirking like she knew too much, but I barely heard them. I sat there with my thighs pressed tight, sipping my drink to cover the ache building between my legs, watching Amiyah try to laugh off what she’d just done.
She couldn’t fool me, though. I knew what she wanted and needed.
A few songs later, I saw her slip away. Hair swinging across her back, hips swaying, disappearing inside the house. She didn’t even look back.
But I watched her, studied her; she was wet, flustered, and in need of sexual relief.
I waited just long enough to avoid suspicion, then set my glass down and rose from my chair. No one batted an eye as I glided across the deck and into the house, the bass dulling as the door shut behind me.
The hallway smelled faintly of weed and barbecue, muffled voices carrying from the kitchen. I followed the faint sound of water running, the tiny creak of a door hinge—the bathroom.
I tapped once, low.
“Someone’s in here,” Amiyah called, her voice tight, nervous.
I smiled, my pulse racing. “Open up for me.”
Silence. Then the faint click of the lock.
When the door cracked, I slipped inside and closed it behind me. The bathroom light cast her in warm gold, her lips parted, her chest rising fast.
I didn’t waste time. My hand closed around her throat, firm but careful, tilting her head back against the door. Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and hunger.
“Say it again,” I whispered, before crashing my mouth to hers.
Her lips were soft, desperate, opening instantly under mine. She moaned, the sound vibrating straight into my chest, and my clit pulsed so hard I nearly groaned with her.
I kissed her like I’d been starving, like I wanted to consume the word she’d given me, tried to brand it onto her tongue so she’d never forget it. Mistress.
Her lips parted under mine, sweet and eager, her breath mixing with mine in the cramped heat of the bathroom. My hand tightened on her throat just enough to remind her who she’d called for.
“Mistress,” she gasped into my mouth, and I swear I almost came just from the sound.
I growled against her lips, my free hand sliding down the front of her crop top, pushing the fabric up until my palm met the warm swell of her breast. Her nipple was already hard, pressing into my hand as I rolled it between my fingers. She moaned, the sound muffled, her hips shifting restlessly against mine.
“So responsive, needy,” I hissed, dragging my mouth down her jaw, biting lightly at her neck. “Grinding on meout there like you wanted everyone to know you belonged to me. You think I won’t make you prove it?”
Her body shuddered. “I—”
