Alicia was barely coming down from her first climax when her hands were released from the silk rope. She and her wife both went down onto the floor like animals, Alicia’s knees slidingopen across the hardwoods and leaving herself wide open for another round with Danica.
The leash snapped against her collar. Alicia’s head threw back, but she still could not see or speak. Her bound hands reached before her. Her thighs took the brunt of her wife’s thrusts, but it was her core that begged for release.
“Who the fuck are you, Alicia?” She only heard that because Danica’s mouth was right against her ear. “Are you my pet, or my queen?”
In a perfect world, she was both, but that wasn’t the real question. Therealquestion was who she needed to become. Alicia had no trouble transforming into Danica’s pet when necessary. That was easy. That was as natural as needing Danica to make gentle love to her or to use her for a sexual whim.
That was for another time.
I am hers. I am mine. I am half of a perfect whole. I am both my own woman and a piece of a greater puzzle.
She was strong, and tender. Intelligent, and fun-loving. Serious, and willful. Diligent, and maternal.
She was exactly what Danica Moreau needed.
No matter what people said, no matter how they belittled her origins or downplayed her meager accomplishments, they would never again question what Alicia was doing in that high-rise office or in the bed of a billionaire.
I am her.
“Alicia!” In a final display of her power, Danica pushed her closer to the floor, immobilizing her as she fucked the last of the past out of her. Alicia willed it to happen. She invited Danica into her, focusing on giving her one last burst of pleasure before she came. You will give me all of you,Danica. She controlled their movements, but Alicia was the one who commanded her body to beguile the woman who became her wife and set off a chainof events that shattered destiny itself. When Danica came, Alicia allowed herself to get high as hell, too.
They both threw off everything they used to take for granted. Everything they thought they knew about themselves. The things they would never admit but knew were true. Hate. Love. Misery. Happiness. Dark. Light.
Alicia blacked out. Not from a lack of air or from fear… but from the feelings overwhelming her the moment she realized how one she and Danica were.
Danica stood up, leaving her wife on the floor. Alicia’s legs slipped apart. Sweat and sex covered her skin, both from her own body and from Danica’s.Like the night we met.Some would call Alicia dirty and used. Not Alicia. Certainly not her wife.
This floor is mine. This room is mine. This apartment is mine. This city is mine. This whole fucking world is mine!
Alicia pushed herself up, strength slowly returning to her. When she stood, unashamed of what she felt in her body or experienced in her mind, she turned toward her wife’s presence. From now on, she would always know where Danica was.
The zipper slowly came down her face. Her lips parted as soon as they were freed. Danica yanked off the mask and blindfold. Alicia opened her eyes to see the visage of a woman who was her true equal.
“Who are you, Alicia?”
She yanked off her collar, leash twirling between her hands. “I am Alicia Moreau,” she said with unprecedented authority. “And there’s too much shit standing in my way.”
Chapter 24
Alicia feared she would walk back those feelings in the morning. On the contrary, she awoke on Monday with a clear head. Only when she rolled over and found Danica sleeping against her did she feel any real emotion at all.
Love. Just love.
They had a huge day ahead of them. Alicia got up, called Abby to confirm that the share transfer had gone through, and disappeared into the bathroom to get ready. Danica soon came in behind her, groggy but affectionate. She held and covered her wife with needy kisses as she washed her face and felt nausea overcome her.
The woman even held Alicia’s hair as she succumbed to morning sickness.
“I’m fine,” Alicia insisted as she brushed her teeth. Her wife nodded and got dressed.
Alicia had laid out both of their outfits the night before. No surprise that Danica had arranged for their little apartment’s closets to be full of business wear. Alicia shimmied into adelicate blouse and skirt combo before shrugging into a jacket perfectly cut to her torso. Danica soon appeared behind her, dressed in another bespoke pantsuit. Her purple accents were powerfully royal. Alicia flashed herself a Moreau-smirk in the mirror as she put in amethyst earrings to match her wife’s look.
The glee was short-lived. “Fuck,” Alicia muttered, rushing to her phone. “I forgot the contracts at home. As inhome-home.”
“The penthouse, yes.” Danica checked the contents of her briefcase before calling their driver. “I’ll take the BMW straight to work.” A bagel popped up in the toaster. Alicia grabbed it, slathered it in strawberry jam, and slid it across the counter to her wife. She snatched it without even glancing at it. “Take the Town Car to the penthouse to get your things, and I’ll meet you at the office. We’re early as it is. If necessary, I’ll stall the meeting until you get there.” Alicia did love that cheeky smile of hers. “I’ve got a lot of experience stalling meetings and pissing shareholders off.”
“That’s our goal today. Piss them the fuck off.”
“God, you are so sexy when you talk like that.” Danica took her by the wrist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. “Let’s celebrate our victory in my office. You, me, our bodies on top of my desk.”
