Emily knew instinctively this station would challenge her more than the previous two. Not because of the whip but because of the domme herself.
“I want you here, feet apart,” she ordered, pointing at the grass in front of her.
She didn’t dare hesitate.
Mistress Natalie had approached her on her first night working for Regina. Emily had been captivated by the same-sex couples—both male and female—but her interest had stopped at watching. She’d politely declined Natalie’s offer, and she hadn’t looked pleased.
Now, standing before her, clamps still quivering from Mateo’s touch, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, damp inner thighs spread, she feared she might regret having said no by the time the timer dinged.
Natalie crouched, had her lift each foot, and slid the straps of a vibrator up her legs, positioning it directly over her clit.
“We call this a butterfly,” she said in her husky tone. “It can be worn for hours, and most models come with a remote control. I enjoy taking a sub out while wearing one and making her sweat as we shop, stroll, dance—for as long as my mood lasts.”
She took her time checking the placement—with her fingers, and then her tongue.
When the vibe buzzed to life and Natalie’s head lifted, Emily couldn’t miss the open admiration and hunger in her eyes.
“The offer still stands,” Natalie murmured. “Who better to know how to make your body come alive—how to find every secret spot that makes youscream—than a domme? If you can put aside your inhibitions, choose me tonight.”
“I’m flattered, Mistress,” Emily said carefully, “but I’m not ready for that.”
Natalie rose slowly, towering and intimidating in her heels. She stepped close, her breath warm against Emily’s cheek. Her fingers sank into her hair, twisting it around her wrist.
Again with the hair!
“I think you are,” she accused, tugging Emily’s head back until their eyes met. “You’re just too afraid to admit it.”
Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and licked slowly up her throat.
“I can smell the desire dripping from your wet cunt, princess.”
Emily’s breath hitched. “The vibe and the clamps and being naked—not to mention this erotic game—are to blame, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
Natalie’s hand came down on her ass, delivering two sharp, stinging swats that made her flinch.
“I have a low tolerance for liars. Bend over, and I’ll show you how much.”
Ding.
Emily nearly sobbed with relief.
“Now, sub,” Natalie ordered.
“Our time is up, ma’am.”
“Not until I say it is. Do as I command, or my whip may have to come out to join the fun.”
“Yellow,” Emily gasped.
Natalie released her so fast, she staggered.
“Please, ma’am. I just want to finish the game.”
“Wrong,” Natalie snapped, green eyes flashing. “You’re playing one with me.”
“I swear I’m not, Mistress.”
“You might think you’re straight, but no woman drips for me the way you do without needing what I can give her. Even if you like cock, you crave my dominance.” She paused, a red-tipped finger tapping her lips. “Maybe that’s it. Next time you play with Alec, have him call me. I’ll top you both. With him there, we’ll open your eyes to what you’re missing.”
