Oh, Alicia was ready. By the time her wife raced through the door, dropping her things and tearing off her jacket, Alicia was kneeling on the bed, her (naked) ass in the air and her hands already cuffed on top of her pillow. She gazed over her bent shoulder and batted her eyelashes. Did the flustered woman like what she saw?
Yes. She did.
“Shit fucking damnit.” Ah, yes, the words of an articulate woman. Not so articulate now that she finally got to tear apart their toy chest for what she had been saving for this moment. “It’s better than I imagined.”
Alicia popped up on her arms, making her ass wiggle and the pink plug dance in front of Danica’s starving eyes. “It’s always better in real life, ma’am.”
“You.” Danica forced open her nightstand and dumped the leash on the bed. “Don’t distract me. I’ve got things to accomplish.”
The leash hooked onto her collar. Alicia gasped. “What are you trying to accomplish?”
“Fucking you speechless.”
She pulled on Alicia’s leash, forcing her back to her knees – so hard that she fell over, the whole bed shaking beneath her weight.
Danica attacked her with kisses to her face and spanks to her ass. Then the kisses moved to her thighs and the spanks to her calves. Whatever headspace she was in, Alicia loved it. Nothing was frightening in the way Danica grabbed her, moved her, and spoke to her with such harsh language that she barely believed she was human. Alicia merely existed to be used as her wife’s plaything. Considering how needy her wife was right now… she was not merciful.
“Fuck me,” she muttered, Danica tearing off her blouse and thrusting between her legs. “Fuck me!”
Danica first teased her with the kind of sex she appreciated best – right in the pussy, her core quaking in pleasure as she warmed up her wife’s strap-on. Yet Danica was too preoccupied with future pursuits to accurately hit her where it mattered most. Nevertheless, her wife cried out in joy, her whole body a vessel for her sexual expression.
“I swear to God, Alicia, you’re not coming. Not yet.” Her haggard voice was the sweetest music in the room. “I don’t care how much you tempt me.” What was she even doing, besides existing? “I’m saving us for something I’ve wanted since I decided I had to possess you.”
“Yes,” Alicia whimpered, willingly rolling over the moment Danica pulled away from her. Her wife spanked her, hard, the plug clenched deep inside of her, but ready to come out at any time. “Yes!”
Danica grabbed the handle and teased her with sensations she had never felt before.It’s always something new with this woman.Alicia moaned into the pillow. Wasn’t it enough that she had felt both of her entrances stimulated while Danica fuckedher? That was enough to make her come as hard as possible. Now? With her casting aside the plug and marveling at what it had done to her? Alicia was convinced she didn’t need as much lube as Danica used now.
“I’ll go easy at first,” she grunted. “I don’t want to.”
“Fuck me however you want,” Alicia insisted. She meant it, too. This was a woman who didn’t tell this Domme that she was a virgin their first time together. If she was okay with Danica taking her, no experience required on her end, then why the hell would she tell her to go slow and easy their first time like this?I’m an idiot, after all.
“You’re damn right I’ll fuck you however I want.” Danica extended Alicia’s arms so her fingertips touched the headboard. The cuffs clinked together. Her ass begged for her to take it the moment the strap-on touched her slick entrance. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She would do whatever the hell she wanted, after all.
Alicia unleashed a tormented sound of pleasure she didn’t even know she was capable of.Oh my God!There were no words. No sounds. No possibilities that existed between her enjoying anal sex for the first time and fast-tracking to the afterlife.
To say she felt a tadownedwas an understatement.
“Fuck, precious.” Danica’s hands were on top of Alicia’s, hips slamming against her ass. “You’re killing me!”
Shewas killingher? Did Danica need to go back to school and learn how this worked?
If Alicia really needed to formulate words, she would have. She didn’t, though. She only needed to cry out from the strange sensations flooding her body with every stroke of her wife’s strap-on inside of her. Her core wasn’t happy that it had been abandoned, but her ass was more than elated to accept thisrough form of loving.She’s been wanting this for so long. She’s been wanting me all day, even though we’ve had sex how many times by now?Alicia considered it a small point of pride when she could no longer count the number of times they had sex. When did that happen? After they returned from Chicago? Now it was impossible to guess how often they made love. That’s how she wanted it. She wanted so many new times, new experiences, new possibilities. She had time to make up. Now, here she was, on the underside of thirty, having first times that weren’t only fantastic, but so full of perverse love of the highest order.
Before meeting Danica, Alicia would have never considered doing half the things they had done together. But whenever Danica introduced something new? It seemed so natural. So fitting for who they were as individuals and as a couple.
Danica’s hands moved to Alicia’s shoulders, giving her the leverage she needed to fuck her wife to the finish line. Alicia screamed into her pillow, cut off from the world, cut off from the crazy shit that was her new life as Mrs. Moreau. This was what she really wanted from her title. The money was fantastic. The work was interesting. This lovemaking? Made everything so much sweeter.
She had done all the work, but Alicia was as worn out by the time Danica collapsed next to her.I can’t move. I don’t want to move. Alicia remained on her stomach, feeling perfectly, wondrously used.
“I love you,” she whimpered, using the last of her strength to lift her head and look in Danica’s direction.
Her wife was naked and cast across the other side of the bed, chest heaving, the belt around her waist eventually coming undone. Alicia hoped she wouldn’t be too wiped out to cuddle for a while. The least she could do after popping Alicia’s black cherry.
“I love you, too.” Danica could barely get those words out. She flung her arm over her face to block out the intrusive light above them. “Fuck me, Alicia. I don’t know what to do. I made you my girlfriend. I made you explore BDSM with me. I fucking married you. What else do I have to do to lift this spell you’ve cast over me?”
Alicia laughed. Not a giggle. A full, mature laugh that only a woman of her new station could muster. “That’s just it, Danica. You’ll never escape my spell. I’m going to torture you for the rest of our lives. You’ll never look at another woman the way you look at me.” She bit her lip. “Unless I tell you to. That might be hot from time to time.”
