That sounds like my fiancée. Jamie curled her hand near Etta’s throat, engagement ring glittering against her skin. “I won’t be upset if you do whatever you want to me, Ms. Coleman.” Already, images of what they could get up to frolicked through her head. Knowing Etta, though, she would avoid that. If they had a scene of any kind, she was keen on drawing it out.
Then again, Etta was still human. With needs. Extensive experience told Jamie that such things made her more likely to give in to temptation sooner rather than later.
To Jamie’s surprise, Etta put a hand on her chest. Not to feel Jamie up, but to stop her.
“Go get me a drink. Get one for yourself, too.” She didn’t speak again until Jamie’s feet were on the ground, her demeanor perplexed. “Drink it as quickly as you can.”
Jamie stumbled to the bar, half-drunk on the idea of sex.What in the world is she doing?She shook her head as she poured a glass of brandy, drinking in view of her fiancée.
Blech. She did not care for the stuff. But it hit her, hard, right in the gut and in the head. Is this what people liked about it so much? Was this why it was their drink of choice when they were done at the end of a long day? Was this why Etta kept it on hand in every one of her wet bars, even though she often said it wasn’t her favorite?There’s a reason she’s drinking it tonight.Jamie waited until it fully hit her before pouring the final glass of brandy that night. She brought it over to Etta and handed it to her with nimble fingers.They might not be nimble for long.Remember how little it takes to get me drunk?She was fine with being tipsy at her fiancée’s bacheloretteparty. Drunk? That defeated the purpose.
Etta slowly drank its contents, eyes never leaving Jamie’s figure. What was she thinking? That she wanted her? That she was still surprised to see Jamie here, tonight of all nights? That she singlehandedly brought half a dozen women into this room to play for her viewing pleasure? “Well,” she finally said, gesturing to her lap. “What am I paying you for again?”
Such a romantic.
Jamie pulled her hair in front of her, letting her fingers comb out the tiny tangles that had accumulated. Without a word, she went down to her knees, hands leveraging against Etta’s legs.
She couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Etta’s head while her fiancée, incognito, went down on her. Did Etta think of her as Jamie, the fiancée she loved and would never betray? Was this another night of role-playing fun, bachelorette party or not? Or did Etta think this was the only way such events could transpire while being the happiest she could be?
Or…
Or did she think of Jamie as Cindy, the professional seductress who only existed for the night? The woman who led Etta astray from her usual code of personal ethics? The woman who made Etta lusty enough to forget about Jamie for a few hours while she pretended to be single?
How much did it matter to Jamie? Either way, her heart, body, and mind were here with her. Etta had seen plenty of naked women tonight. Jamie knew for a fact that many were Etta’s type, or at least veryclose. She could have easily touched one, kissed one, done more with one before she knew Jamie was there, keeping an eye on her.No, she doesn’t think I’m keeping an eye on her. She thinks I’m here to have fun.
“Well, fuck,” Etta mumbled, sipping her brandy while sitting on the edge of the chair as a woman called Cindy ate her out. “I was not expecting you to actually bethisgood.”
Surprise, asshole. Jamie threw herself into it, using every trick she ever taught herself and picked up during her time with Etta. Every lover was different, yes, but they all tended to like much of the same things. Like her tongue caressing Etta’s skin, circling her swollen bud, and flicking against the most sensitive spot. Or her hand squeezing Etta’s thigh, firm and grounding, massaging her whenever Jamie’s mouth and tongue were not available. Or her little moans of joy as Jamie brought her pleasure. Normally, Jamie didn’t employ all these tactics in such a short burst, but tonight? She was there to get these tremors out of Etta.Now.
Etta continued to nurse her drink while Jamie serviced her below. Her musk overwhelmed Jamie’s senses. This woman wanted to come. She wanted a lot of things, but holding back an orgasm was at the forefront of her mind.
Yet unless she asked otherwise, Jamie wasn’t stopping. She would keep pleasuring her, mouth sealed over her slick heat as she concentrated on Etta and how her body responded.
Here it comes. Jamie steadied herself, tongue pressed firmly as she felt the rhythm of Etta’s climax building. At least she had a warning, thanks to the pulsing against her lips. It made it easier to keep control, especially if Etta suddenly pressed harder against her face without a word.Does she do that on purpose, or does she have no idea she’s doing that?
As Jamie prepared to taste the rush of her release at her bachelorette party, Etta yanked on her fiancée’s hair, pulling her away with a gasp.
“Not so fast,” Etta growled, looking Jamie in the eye.Oh my…Jamie had never seen her like this before. Her eyes were furrowed, merciless, angry. That set jaw that she often found so sexy was suddenly monstrous. What was going on in that head of hers? Was she really upset by Jamie’s actions? “Who do you think you are, getting to take what isn’t yours?”
Jamie continued to gape at her.
Etta stood, her wrinkled clothes ignored as she checkedher watch and gestured to the chair she had spent so much time in. “You don’t get to know what that feels like, Cindy. That’s only for my fiancée. Are you her?”
Jamie had to think fast – and that was not easy, with that quickly consumed glass of brandy shooting through her and the lust of the moment caught up in her head. Did she want to admit to being Jamie after all? Or did she want to keep up the façade of Cindy?
“I am whoever you want me to be,” Jamie said. “You want me to be your fiancée? Fine. I’ll be her. You want me to be some slut you hump? I can do that too! So what do you want, Ms. Coleman? Whatever it is, you don’t have to worry about it leaving this room. I’m a fantasy.”
Etta didn’t say anything. She took Jamie by the arm, however, and pushed her against the chair. Jamie caught herself in a flash, but she still gasped to feel the sheer amount of power in Etta’s touch as she turned her over and watched her sink into the chair.
“If you’re my fantasy, then I’m sure you’ll have no trouble shutting up except to sing my praises. That’s every Domme’s fantasy, right?”
Jamie knew what was going on, but she was still in shock.Really? Like this?She wanted her like this? With her ass slipping against the chair and her legs falling across the armrests? Jamie was open to her, true, but her corset was still firm against her body. Or at least it was until Etta’s brute strength tore it apart, exposing Jamie’s pelvis and her breasts to the air. Even Jamie, who had been on the receiving end of this kind of feral lovemaking more times than she could blissfully count, was still shocked to feel it happen like this. Was this her fantasy? Taking a strange woman who may or may not have actually been her fiancée? Taking her likethis?
She cried out in pleasure, surprise, and yes, a little pain, as Etta drove her fingers deep inside, her hands braced on the back of the chair and her face set in the most determined, most barbaric look Jamie had ever witnessed. Was this what Adele had meant when she said Etta was toodominantfor her? Was Etta taking that out on Jamie right now?
“Hold still,” she snapped, picking up Jamie’s arms and holding her by the wrists. Jamie was trapped, her body a means to an end as her fiancée – if that’s what she even was – took her with little regard for her own pleasure. Oh, but Jamie felt it. How could she not, when Etta was eager to have her? She said that only Jamie got to experience her mind and heart. What was this, then? Nothing but loins?
Well? Did she care?
