Lust surged through her as Etta thrust forward, claiming Jamie’s mouth, her heart, her damned mind with her strength.Fuck me harder. Unfortunately for Jamie, she knew that would be impossible since Etta was still mortal and had her limits. Still, couldn’t a girl fantasize as her fiancée, the only woman she would call Mistress and mean it, took her mouth forhers? The sheer power in her hips alone had Jamie’s knees digging deep into the bed. She had to close her eyes, bracing herself against the force taking her over. Yet she could still feel Etta’s adoration for her, taking her over, making herhers.
“Down!” Etta shoved Jamie back with one hand.That part’s over already?Even though Etta told her to get down, she had trouble obeying – didn’t she always? Until her dying day, Jamie would always be an imperfect, insubordinate sub. That probably made Ettalove her more.
“You never listen.” Etta pushed Jamie back down with hands firm on her arms. “I don’t care how beautiful you look. Do you hear me? You will obey when that collar is on you.”
Jamie didn’t feel any sense of shame this time.She’s not really disappointed in me…Nevertheless, she would have to make amends.
“Then punish me, ma’am.”
What was punishment? Was it really such a bad word? Growing up, girls like Jamie were taught that to be “punished” was a bad thing. That she had done something wrong. That her behavior must be corrected. The fallacy was that punishment resulted in a total correction of behavior. What if she couldn’t help something? What if it was so intrinsic to her nature that there would be no helping her? That she would always need punishing?
That she would crave it?
Etta did not go easy on her. Her hand was unyielding, covering the softer parts of Jamie’s flesh with stern but affectionate spanks that were neither too hard nor too soft. The spark was there. The need built. Come two days from now, though, Jamie wouldn’t see a single mark, nor would she see Etta as anything but the woman she adored. This was the right kind of punishment. This was what she sought. A strong hand from a stronger woman.
Jamie yelped, she shouted in joy, and she came from the weight of Etta’s touch right on her nether lips. Etta thrust her fingers into Jamie, sending her off a cliff of pleasure that had her clawing at the bed and singing her Mistress’s praises.
The world was an absolute blur as Etta lay Jamie on her back, arms bound to the hooks hanging off the wall and dress coming down, pulling up, exposing all her sensitive areas until she was presented to Etta in all her half-naked glory.
Etta was still ready. Had she ever let up?I don’t think so. I think she was still 100% ready even after she came last time.And Jamie was wetter. Thiswas the perfect marriage.
“Keep your legs spread and your ass pointed up,” Etta commanded, lying on her back and sliding her head between Jamie’s thighs that hovered off the bed. That tongue and those fingers were coming for Jamie before she had the chance to think about what her assof all thingswas doing!
Jamie wasn’t sure if she was still being punished, or if this was Etta’s modus operandi of the moment, but she wouldn’t be allowed to come all she wanted anymore. Sometimes, Etta was inside her, driving herself, her fiancée to the far reaches of that edge and back again. Her thrusts dove up into Jamie, reaching deep, deeper until she swore she was going to lose her fucking mind and never return to Earth again.
Then Etta would pull out, licking her thighs, teasing her, but not giving Jamie what she wanted.
“Tell me that I’m the only one you want to be with for the rest of your life,” she demanded, finger circling Jamie’s clit but refusing to touch it.
Jamie did. She told Etta that she was not only the one woman she would be with until the day she died, but that she was the best, the ruler of her life, that compared to no other she had sampled before. Those weren’t real lovers. They were nobodies who didn’t know how to truly please her or ask for nothing in return. Even when Etta asked for things, it was with Jamie in mind. She could be selfish sometimes, but it wasn’t her nature. If Jamie had to choose one person for the rest of her existence… it would be Etta.
She made sure Etta knew that. Then begged.
When Jamie gave herself over to her, knowing well that she would never be abandoned again that night, Jamie saw something she had never acknowledged before: nothingness. Sweet, elusive nothingness. It was only her. Etta. The frenzy they created, even though she was tied up and under direct orders not to move. The bites to her thigh were like fragments of heaven breaking apart before her closed eyes. The surge of Etta’s love careening into her core shone like the millions of stars breakingacross the twilight. Her groans, her breaths as heavy as the amount of sin expressed between them, were harsh kisses from the cosmic winds crashing down on Jamie.
She stopped feeling. She let go. Here, in Etta’s hold, Jamie encountered the one thing she had only heard about but never thought in a million years she would surrender herself to.
Her consciousness was an elusive creature, slipping in and out of the light as every neuron in her body lit on fire and made her feel everything as if it were screamed through a megaphone. The feel of Etta’s fingers inside her. The slip of her skin against hers. The heat of her breath, her essence as it came from her and returned to her. The softness of the clothes Etta still wore as she dominated Jamie. This was the woman Jamie met when her eyes were closed to what she offered. Now she was the same woman, but Jamie’s eyes were open.
“Are you with me?” Etta asked.
Jamie wanted to say yes, but her voice was gone. Her head rolled back and forth. A sense of satiation she had only dreamed of overcame her. Etta could keep making love to her. In fact, Jamie encouraged it. Maybe she did. Maybe Etta entered her again, rocking gently into her as she helped her through the illusion of subspace.
Everything was so easy now. Even when Etta untied her, whispering love and admiration for how well she could let go, Jamie didn’t lower her arms. It felt like a crime to do anything but remain absolutely at her Domme’s disposal.
But Etta would never dispose of her. So while she nuzzled against her, rubbing her nether lips and kissing her breasts, Jamie stared at the ceiling, at the back of her eyelids, wondering if she ever had to let go of this crazy bliss.
“I never felt so much like yours,” Jamie muttered, using the last of her energy to speak.
Etta kissed her, whether in one place or everywhere, it didn’t matter to Jamie. “I could say the same to you.”
Jamie did her final bit of letting go. The next thing she knew, she was home, in bed, with the greatest woman in the world lulling her back to sleep as she shortly joined Jamie.
Chapter 50
“Isn’t it about time we invited Etta’s parents over for dinner?” Luna asked the following night, shortly after the household finished up their Sunday meal of both vegetarian and carnivorous entrees. Etta had already excused herself to take an evening stroll through the garden, and Saul was in the kitchen chatting Beatrice’s ear off about life in Ecuador. Luckily, he was wearing pants. “We’ve been here for what, a month? There’s been no sign of them. I would love to meet your future in-laws and practice being non-judgmental.”
Jamie picked another grape off the bunch in front of her. A kitten weaved between her ankles before hopping up in Luna’s lap. At least she no longer allowed the kittens on the table, which took about as much training as it took to keep the kittens off the table in the first place.
