Kaelee rose to her knees again. “Let’s try a little game, Greta. You do whatever I say, and if you listen really well, I’ll let you tell me what to do later tonight.”
“Sober? I only want that if you can stay sober to do it.” Greta held her gaze. “I’ll do what you say all weekend if you need, Kaelee. If that will make you feel better, I’m here for you, however you need. There’s no payment for it, no need to offer me control. Iwantto be whatever you need. That’s it.”
Kaelee felt like her chest was constricted. She surged forward and kissed Greta, sliding her tongue into her mouth and licking her way inside. She had to kiss Greta in order to keep her own words from escaping. Greta was exactly right for her. She understood thethings Kaelee didn’t want to admit. She made it feel like Kaelee was normal to have issues.
When Kaelee pulled back, she said, “Games can wait.”
She kissed Greta again, and this time she angled her hand so her palm was pressing on Greta’s clit and her fingers were stroking her. Greta whimpered into the kiss.
And when they pulled apart, Greta said, “What do you need?”
“You. Naked in my arms.”
“May I get up?” Greta asked. “Tell me exactly what to do, Kaelee.”
Kaelee stood and held out a hand. “Come dry me off.” She held out a towel. “Hard.”
Without a word, Greta took the towel and rubbed Kaelee’s arms, legs, and torso. She looked at Kaelee as she held the towel in front of her chest. “Here?”
“Yes.” Kaelee swallowed. “You should check if I’m wet anywhere else, Greta.” Then Kaelee took Greta’s hand and directed it down.
“Right here,” Greta said, stroking Kaelee’s pussy. “This feels pretty damp. Shall I check?”
At first Kaelee thought that sounded exactly right, but as Greta slipped her fingers along Kaelee’s skin, she couldn’t bear it. The wave of pleasure that threatened to roll over her felt too much like falling. She grabbed Greta’s wrist. “Enough. I need…”
Without a word, Greta understood. “Tell me. You’re in control, Kaelee. Just you.”
Kaelee could have wept at both the fact that sheknewshe could eventually hand control over to this woman and the fact that Greta didn’t pressure her to do that. She didn’t try to make demands. She respected whatever fucked-up boundaries Kaelee had.
She swept Greta into her arms, cradling her, and said only, “Thank you.” The words were a thin version of all the things Kaelee could say but talking about all of that wasn’t what she needed. Not right now.
Without letting all those words spill out, Kaelee carried Gretato the hotel bed and lowered her carefully. “Touch yourself for me.”
Greta stared at her for a minute. “Touch myself in front of you?”
Kaelee paused at the hesitation in her voice. She wanted this, but if Greta was uncomfortable with it, they could certainly do something else. “You like to be on display, darlin’. I like to look at you.”
“I do like both of those.” Greta glanced at the window. The blinds were drawn, even though they were on the eighteenth floor. “Not on the bed, though… unless you need me here.”
“What about over there? You keep looking at the window.” She held a hand out to Greta. “You want to have strangers watch you, too?”
“Yes.” Greta slid off the bed and walked to the window. Beside it was a wooden desk. She stood there as Kaelee pulled open the blinds, illuminating her in the falling light of sunset.
“Turn around. Face the window,” Kaelee ordered. She stepped up close behind her, pulling Greta flush against her and keeping her arm around her like a belt. “I have you.”
Greta nodded. “You do. I know I’m safe because you’re here.”
“Same,” Kaelee admitted around the sudden knot in her throat.
In the next moments, the only sounds were their breathing as Kaelee used her free hand to pluck Greta’s nipples so they stood in sharp points. “Do you think someone out there could be looking out their window to see your naked beauty all on display right now?”
“Maybe. I want them to see what it’s like to be touched by you.”
“Ah, but they won’t see me, darlin’. I’m just the hand touching you.” Kaelee whispered the words against her neck, kissing her damp skin between words. “It’s you on display.”
“I feel reckless with you,” Greta whispered.
“I have you. I’ll keep you safe.” Kaelee would keep Greta safe from all threats. She had to. That was the problem. Greta made everything feel bearable, but Kaelee couldn’t risk Greta’s safety, or her career.She deserves better than me.Kaelee’s voice was thick asshe swore, “Tonight, I’ll take care of all these needs we had to ignore lately. Can I do that?”
