“Absolutely, ma’am.”
Danica kissed her again. “This is your last chance to make requests, my pet. What do you want from me tonight?”
Alicia dared to touch her. That was a request, wasn’t it? To touch her? To feel the silk of her shirt upon her fingertips? To experience the heat and hairs of her skin as both warmed beneath her touch? “I want you to be unrelenting with me. From beginning to end, show me the best of both worlds you offer.”
“What are those worlds?”
“Being my loving wife and all-consuming Mistress.”
“You’ve come a long way, Alicia. Remember when I asked you if you liked BDSM?”
She ignored that. Perhaps it would be to her detriment in the short term, but Alicia was not interested in playing that game right now. “I remember my safe word, but I don’t want to use it. Take what you want and do what you want to me. Ask me to do anything. As of right now, I am yours to use.”
“That is a lot of responsibility you foist upon me.”
“Are you saying you are unworthy, Mistress?”
“Now, now… no need to be glib.” Danica tugged on her leash, bringing their heads closer. “It simply says a lot about both of us that you trust me so much. I’m honored to have this chance with you.”
She grabbed Alicia’s ass so quickly that she had to place her hands on Danica’s chest to keep from falling over.
“Tell me one more time what you want.” This close, and her heady breaths made themselves known against Alicia’s face. Waves of desire coursed through them. Mostly Alicia, one supposed, but she wanted to believe that they were both happy victims.
“I want you, ma’am. I want my wife and Mistress to have her fill of me, and to use me however she pleases. This is why I exist tonight.”
How far she had come since their first official date, indeed.
Danica gave her a real kiss this time. A real, delightful kiss to seal this oral contract that bound them both, body and heart.
“You are mine, Alicia.” Those words were spoken into her mouth, carrying with them a possessive essence that lulled Alicia into that state of submissive euphoria she craved tonight.Make me feel everything. Make me terrified of nothing. Make me see that this is the start of something wonderful.“I made that decision the night I first met you. Now look at us. You’re my bride, and I get to have you any way I want until I can’t prove myself any longer. I will do us both proud. You?” She bit Alicia’s lip, teeth pulling it until it popped away. “You’ll take every drop of me, sucking me dry of what makes me a woman worthy of your trust. We’re proving ourselves to each other tonight, and I promise you, I don’t think we can fail.”
She backed away, pointing to their bed.
“Sit, my pet. You’re tense and need to relax before we really get started.”
Alicia obeyed, as she was meant to do. Her bare ass slid effortlessly across the bed as she moved back, legs coming with her. Not once did her eyes leave Danica. That was how she instinctively knew to spread her legs and bend her knees.
She broke eye contact. Her wife wanted to look at her wife’s pretty petals, after all.
“You taunt me,” Danica accused. “I fall for it every time. That’s what love does to me.”
She was right about one thing. Alicia needed help relaxing. What better way to relax and get into the scene than by having the woman she loved most tease her thighs with her circling thumbs and wandering lips?
Alicia lay back and closed her eyes while her wife’s tongue tempted her toward freedom. She was gentle for now. Alicia did not doubt that, soon enough, she would be mentally begging for mercy while physically screaming for more. She was already halfway to that frame of mind now. From the moment Danica unleashed her tongue on Alicia’s slit, she had forgotten what she was even anxious about in the first place.
It didn’t matter if she came or not. This was a warmup. Still, her wife probably thought it wasn’t a bad idea to make her come. That’s why she was really going at it, right? That’s why she sank her tongue into Alicia’s depths and sucked her clit, all while clawing her thighs and growling onto her sensitive nerve endings… right?
To make her come. That was her endgame.
That’s what she accomplished.
“Oh, my God,” Alicia gasped. She squeezed one of her breasts and grabbed Danica’s hair as she rode out her first orgasm. Quick and dirty, like her.
The orgasm also did its job. Within seconds, Alicia was ready for her wife to tell her to do anything, to do to her whatever she wanted until they achieved pinnacle bliss.
Danica wasted no time after her wife’s orgasm. She yanked her off the bed, ass hitting the floor before she knew what was going on.
“I’m not ready yet.” Her voice was a ripple tearing through the air, right into Alicia’s chest. “Get me ready.”
