“Come over here.” Etta grabbed her arms and pulled her to the wall. She picked a spot not decorated with framed photos and maps of the globe. An otherwise nondescript wall, where a woman with something to prove could pin her fiancée and fuck her.
“Etta!”
“You will call me ma’am, thank you.” Etta tore Jamie’s underwear, eliciting a gasp of the utmost shock that this was happening so quickly. “Or Mistress. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. I don’t want you to forget who I am to you.” She laughed, filling Jamie with anticipation. The way she easily spread Jamie’s thighs, holding her against the wall with nothing more than bare strength, was more intoxicating than the scent overwhelming Jamie. There was a distinct scent, after all. There was the usual perfume and bodywash, mixed with the occasional end-of-the-day sweat that marked Etta as the woman that Jamie cozied up to for comfort. Then there was the primal, almost earthy scent she exuded when she was ready to finger her against the bed, the couch, the desk, thewall. She was nothing but that scent now. Jamie would do well to remember who she was. Now. Five minutes from now.
“I would never… ma’am.”
“Be quiet.”
Jamie clamped her mouth shut, but it fell right back open again, thanks to the sudden pleasure tearing through her as Etta rubbed two fingersagainst her spread slit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Must be because of me.”
Well, there was no arguing that. Between how she acted now and what she had done a while ago… how could Jamie not be prepared to take whatever Etta had to give?
Jamie held on tight as Etta spread those eager legs wider. Jamie slid down the wall a little, balancing against a skinny ridge big and strong enough to support her at that angle.This is seriously happening. Etta’s going to devour me at our party. All over a game of croquet!
“All of this,” Etta declared, hands touching whatever they could and breath so hot against Jamie’s chest that she almost came right there. “This is mine. I wouldn’t marry a woman who wasn’t all mine, heart and body.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jamie wanted it. She wanted Etta inside her, now, proving how much she belonged to her. “It’s all yours.”
“I can take what I want, right?”
“Yes!”
Etta teased her, pushing her fingers into her enough to show what kind of power she had. “Tell me you want it. Beg for it.”
Not a hard command to obey.
“Please!” Jamie squirmed against Etta, almost losing purchase on the wall and falling straight to the floor. “Please, do it. Make me yours. I need you inside me, ma’am.”
“Can’t you do better than that?”
Jamie squeezed her eyes shut and imagined being at home, Etta slamming her against their bed, her raw power so all-encompassing that she blacked out in the best ways. Pulling her hair. Spanking her. Speaking the filthiest language she had ever unleashed. There it goes…If Jamie didn’t believe her about being wet before, she definitely did now, since every inch of her skin down there craved attention.
She let whatever words flowfrom her lips.
“Fuck me, Mistress.”
As usual, she got more than she expected.
One second, she was full of great need, a longing that tested her ability to stand her mere existence. Then the next? Jamie had exactly what she wanted – the woman she belonged to, the woman she adored, and the woman she craved filling her.
There was nothing romantic about what Etta did to her, but they didn’t need romance. They needed the heavy passion culminating between them – the sheer force they both possessed and were willing to give one another at any moment. Etta wanted to lay her claim to her one more time; Jamie wanted the reminder that she was the eternal prize. No other woman could fuck her like this. Every thrust told her what she was.Whoshe was. She wasn’t just a convenient woman for Etta to use whenever she felt like… a feeling Jamie often had early on in their relationship. No, she was the love of Etta’s life. Her woman. Her fiancée. Someday soon, she would be Etta’s wife, and these sorts of days would continue with new fervor. Even Jamie sensed it now.This is what it means to give myself to her. She wanted to be used like this. Shewantedto feel her legs go numb and her core cry out in sweet agony. Heaven forbid Etta be gentle with it. Not that Jamie wanted her to be.
“Fuck me,” she whined, tugging on Etta’s hair as she gazed up at the ceiling. The frenzy going on below could only be supplemented with the tranquility of a plain white ceiling above.
She didn’t realize how loud she was being until Etta calmed down long enough to let Jamie land on both feet.Why are we stopping?She barely had time to wonder that before being pulled to the billiard table and shoved against it. Jamie didn’t wait to be told what to do or have Etta do it for her. She took initiative, pulling herself against the table until her ass was high enough in the air for Etta to spread her fiancée’s legs and resume their former activity. Only now it feltprimal.
“In case there were any doubts,” Etta hissed, grabbing Jamie’s hair and forcing her head up with a grimace. “This is still mine.” Her fingers slammed into her, hand slapping against her ass as Jamie clutched the felt of the pool table and cried out in desperation.
“Fuck, yes!” She couldn’t open her eyes even if Etta threatened to cut her off from sex. “It’s all yours!” She reaped the benefits of her taking it, after all. “Make me come! Please!”
Etta’s hands went from Jamie’s hair to her shoulders. Even though they played out this position a million times before, Jamie still smiled to feel Etta throw her strength through her partner’s body, not just fucking her, but touching her all over and calling her the sweetest, most foul-mouthed things to be written in the back of her mind. Jamie agreed with all of it. The crazed part of her hoped that all the party guests could hear these words.You think I don’t deserve to marry a woman like her? Think again. Only I could make her feel this way.Nobody cared about how Etta made her feel. That didn’t matter. To anyone but Jamie, anyway.
