How could her wifely pet ignore a command like that?
“Like this?” Alicia unbuttoned Danica’s pants and found her natural heat already permeating the fabric between her skin and Alicia’s hand.I bet she’s wet. Of course she is.This was all a ruse. One any good pet would play right into. “Is this what you want, Mistress?”
“You know what I want. Give it to me.”
Alicia wasn’t shy about pleasuring her Mistress anymore. Not that she was to begin with, but that was back when she didn’t know about her inexperience.I have nothing to hide now.Everything she knew came from her training and their experiences together. Alicia had reached the stage where she knew what to expect. The scent of Danica’s body calling to her. The soft velvet of her skin upon her hand and lips. The taste of what was to come. The contented sound Danica made when Alicia touched her.
Never mind how Danica looked. All of it together made her so damn powerful. No wonder Alicia was so drawn to her.
“That’s it. Just the way I like it. You’ve learned well, my wife.”
She had learned plenty in their short time together. She even learned how to enjoy it – physically, that is. From the first day, Alicia found pleasure in the emotional sense. Giving the woman she adored exactly what she wanted? There was little better than that.
If there was one thing she had to pick out, though, it was the sensation of worshiping this woman’s body that got her the most excited.
The more she worshiped, the more Alicia slipped into the role she had chosen for herself.
Alicia did whatever Danica bade. She wanted her pussy eaten? Alicia did it without hesitation. She wanted Alicia to bring her tothe edge of orgasm, but forbade her from fulfilling her fantasies? It took two to achieve that level of restraint, but already the Misses Moreaus were a formidable couple in that department.
“Don’t make me come yet,” Danica said, her slit so wet that Alicia struggled to comprehend it. “I want to be famished for you when I fuck you.”
If her wife and Mistress asked her to get up on their bed and be used as she had asked to be used? Alicia obeyed. Readily. Leash snapping into Danica’s hand and everything.
Aside from the bonding that lovemaking provided, Alicia had only one goal tonight. It wasn’t about getting off. It was about fulfilling one of many obligations she signed up for when she accepted the terms in Danica’s marriage contract. How easy it had been to agree to that when things had yet to begin!
How easy it was to hold up her end of the bargain now.
“I’m going to fuck you like the animal you are, my pet.” Danica slipped off the bed, but the silent message was there:Don’t Move.As Alicia held her breath, her wife found the toy chest that they would eventually distribute between the walk-in closet and beneath the bed. For now, though?Anywhere is fair game.
It wasn’t Danica’s first time taking a strap-on to her wife. Even since they were married.She’s a madwoman with that thing.This one was new. And before Alicia knew it, she watched her Mistress mark her territory by licking its full length before strapping it into place at her waist.
Okay. Wow. That was hot.If there had been any doubt that Danica was completely in charge ofeverythingshe did, there it was. The proof in the glinting amber eyes that dared Alicia to try her.
Bring it on, ma’am.
From the moment her wife entered her from behind, hand slapping her ass and teeth grazing her ear, Alicia had no choice but to submit. There was nothing to make her feel unloved orto give her any reason to fear. No matter how her wife took her, no matter how hard she pulled on the leash and called her filthy things, no matter how much she enjoyed the sensation of Danica thrusting into her as if they were two creatures simply following biological instincts… Alicia could withstand it. She was strong enough to endure the waves of pleasure claiming her from the first thrust. She was brave enough to see the forest through the trees, to see the glorious end goal far beyond the dangerous path she currently treaded. Most of all? Alicia was cunning enough to have suggested a night like this to begin with.
Her wrists were properly cuffed together when Danica decided to change positions. Sweat consumed her, pouring off her face and dripping down her bare chest as she finished unbuttoning her blouse and cast it onto the floor. The rest of her clothing followed. Alicia was so grateful to have her naked wife get on top of her and cover her with kisses that she almost forgot they were married.
I’m making love with my wife.Alicia still couldn’t believe it. Funnily enough, she could believe that she couldn’t believe it. Earlier that summer, she was just Alicia Colbert, a normal woman looking for a job and landing a sweet gig at one of the swankiest clubs in the country. Now it was the same season, the same year, and she was Mrs. Fucking Moreau. Nobody could touch her – except her wife. She could touch Alicia all she wanted.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Danica’s body shuddered as she entered Alicia again. “I love you so much that I’ve risked my reputation and inheritance for you.” She kissed her, lips pulling against Alicia’s, tongue exploring every inch in her mouth. “I don’t say that to make you feel anything but powerful.”
Aliciawaspowerful. A lot of it was her own power. Danica had shown her that… but she had also shared her own power. Hermoney. Her influence. Her extensive and studious background of the ins and outs of the industry she now introduced to Alicia. Their conjoined power was enough to create a disturbance in the very threads holding local business together. When Alicia thought about that, and what they could ultimately achieve together… she admitted it. She was addicted to this crazy venture they undertook as wives. Every time Danica moved, Alicia was reminded of how well they fit together.
Alicia had asked her to do whatever she pleased. Danica did. If she wanted Alicia on her back, wrists held to her breasts while surging between her legs, then she made it happen. If she wanted Alicia’s arms thrown around her neck, hips manipulated by her hands as she forced Alicia down onto her lap, then she did that, too. Bent over. Kneeling. On her back, on her bound hands, in the lap, both forward and back. Danica was not allowing her wife to leave their bed that night unless she tried her out in every position imaginable.She’s gone mad.The danger of being together was probably responsible for that. Alicia liked to take some of the credit as well.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Danica’s fumbling, sex-crazed dexterity made uncuffing the bracelets a chore. “I need to come.”
“Me too,” Alicia whispered, too tired to do anything but lie on her back in the middle of the bed.I’ve come at least twice already.What was a third time between them?
“Tell me you want me to do it.” Danica surrounded her, even while Alicia’s legs were wrapped around her waist. Sweat continued to drip down Danica’s skin, covering her chest, her abdomen, her damn hips, and even her hard ass.You have no idea how often and how hard she works out.On mornings she had no meetings, Alicia’s wife went for a two-mile run around the neighborhood, bodyguard right beside her. On the other days, she hit the company gym, now sometimes with her wife. Alicia was already in the groove of preparing Danica’s workoutclothes as well for her. “Beg for me, Alicia. I want to know you feel as good as I do when it happens.”
“Just tell me you love me.” She slammed her hands against the bed as Danica yanked on the leash, bringing their faces together. “Even if you’re lying, tell me that much.”
“I would never lie about that.” Wanton kisses hit her lips. “I already can’t remember what life was like before I fell in love with you.”
Alicia believed her.
