“Yes!”
“What do you expect me to do about it? Fuck you?”
“Yes, please!”
“I’m not even telling you to beg, and you’re doing it anyway.” Etta’s wet fingers abandoned Jamie and pulled on her hair until she looked up into her Domme’s face once more.Oh, my God. That commanding visage would be the end of her before thenightended. “I’ve trained you well since we first met, haven’t I?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, yes, yes. That’s all she says. Music to my ears.” Etta crossed her arms, eyes never leaving the top of Jamie’s head. “What if I asked you to do something? Would you say yes?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“More yesses. I like it.” Etta’s knee pushed into the bed. “Pleasure me.”
Jamie didn’t have to ask what she meant by that. Etta could be unpredictable, but she was also a woman of habit, and she had her favoritethings. One of those things was having Jamie put her mouth all over her. Etta always made a point of telling her that she was the best she ever had in that department.Every department.As a woman who had an endless line of admirers willing to do it for her, she must have experienced the best to the not-so-satisfying. For her to proclaim Jamie the best… well, Jamie didn’t want to think that was one of the first ways Etta fell in love with her, but it probably was.Etta is simple. So Jamie thought when she pulled those pants apart.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Even if they weren’t in a scene, she would still act the way she subsequently did – because it was natural to her, and one thing she learned over the past year was that anything she did when in a Dom/sub scene with Etta should feel natural as well, even if it was new. The most natural thing for her to do right now was look up into those stern eyes as she rubbed her eager fingers inside Etta’s underwear.
She continued to stand, arms crossed, almost unaffected. Yet Jamie knew that she was on the verge of coming undone. She could feel it in Etta’s skin, hot, almost on fire with a burning desire that only Jamie could put out. When her fingers traced the softness of Etta’s slit, feeling it become wetter and move slightly closer, Etta flinched, the battle inside her to come across as the most in control woman in the world almost lost to the feral animal who wanted to fuck the rest of the night away. Jamie quivered enough for the both of them as she parted Etta’s nether lips and slightly parted her mouth to feel the prominently hard nub of a swollen clit. She could already taste Etta, and her mouth was nowhere near the goal.
Jamie stared into her countenance, yearning for Etta to take her again, but this time with more emotion filling every corner of her body.
“I just want you, Etta,” she said. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I can give you more than that.”
“Let’s start there.”
Etta held her against the bed, hips digging beneath Jamie’s ass until she was propped up around her girlfriend’s waist. Her look was as salacious as the thing she probably intended to do to Jamie, a woman on the verge of remembering what it was like to make love to this woman.
“Do you love me, Jamie?”
How was it possible to be so taken aback? Etta rarely asked such a thing during sex. She was the confident one. The one who only asked if Jamie was having a good time, if she would do something, if she would like to try something new. It was Jamie who usually asked,“Do you love me?”She needed to hear it at least once a day. Especially during lovemaking. For Etta to ask… even with her usual bravado peppering her words… what did it mean?
“Of course I love you,” Jamie replied. “And I need you. Please.”
Etta kissed her one last time before her body lay on top of her. Jamie happily moaned against her mouth and gasped in ecstasy when Etta sat up again, looming over her girlfriend as she grabbed Jamie’s hip with one hand and braced herself against the bed with the other.
Jamie almost couldn’t bear to look at her. She was so intense, so determined that gazing at her had the power to make her come right now, and she wanted to enjoy the few minutes they had like this.I am definitely going to come soon… there’s no doubt about that.So was Etta, who thrust her fingers into Jamie with such energy that she jerked against the bed, a prisoner even if she wasn’t tied up for once. There was no escaping Etta now. Not until she had finished with Jamie, had her way with her body and played with her heart. Etta was always like that. Sometimes, even now, Jamie wasn’t sure what she truly felt deep inside. She didn’t doubt that Etta loved her… but she also didn’t doubt that other thoughts plagued her mind. Thoughts she would never share with her, or at least not anytime soon.
That was fine. She would come to understand Etta through these motions of fervent lovemaking instead. It was the only way tolive once it began.
The closer Jamie came to climax, the more extreme Ettabecame. Her words were nothing short of vulgar, but it was the kind of vulgarity that turned Jamie on and made her swear there would be no other woman who could make her feel this good. When she was like this, two knuckles deep, consuming her, taking over her entire person, Etta could say whatever she damn well pleased. Call Jamie’s body parts whatever she wanted. Demand she respond however she wanted. Every word riled Jamie. She was screaming, her body suddenly losing control and coming so hard that she forgot what a proper lady she was now expected to be outside of the bedroom – because no proper lady would cry for her partner to do the naughty things Etta currently did.
Jamie’s body was determined to take hers down with it. Not two seconds after the pleasure hit her like heavy wind, Jamie felt her core become tight enough to destroy her, let alone Etta, who was currently losing her breath from exertion and control of her voice.
But Etta was in control, even when she was losing it just like Jamie, who shouted her girlfriend’s name as wave after wave of climax informed her that she could belong to no other woman than the one with her.
Experience told her that Etta would either keep going or immediately ask for something in return. Except Etta did not continue. She propped herself up on both arms, gazing at Jamie as sweat rolled down her chest and to her stomach. When it dripped onto her skin, Jamie came down from her orgasm and sighed.
With one final smug comment, Etta rested beside Jaimie while still propped on one arm. Jamie was too tired, too sore to close her legs. Her whole body was done. She stared at the ceiling while Etta watched the culmination of her efforts do her girlfriend in. Jamie’s ability to care was just as gone as her ability to get up and resume her life – as if there was life beyond that room.
“Are you satisfied?” Etta’s hand massaged Jamie’s inner thigh before she bent down to kiss her softening nipple. “Or do I need to raid the closet to make sure my lovely lady goes to bed not wanting anything?”
Jamie rolled her head toward Etta. Hair tangled between her cheek and the pillow. “I am so satisfied that I think I’m going to sleep for a week.”