“Yes, please.”
“Can you doonlywhat you’re told?”
“For you. Yes.” Greta was trembling already.
“Your pretty pussy is hidden away with your legs all closed together like that.” Kaelee trailed her hand between Greta’s breasts and over her stomach. “Such a bad girl. Hiding yourself. Don’t you want to show anyone watching what they can’t touch?”
“Yes.”
Kaelee pinched her inner thigh. “Open up. Foot on the desk.” She steadied Greta as she shifted, propping one foot on the side railing of the desk. “There’s my good girl. What should we do, darlin’? You’re right here, on display like a treat in a window.”
“Kaelee…” Greta whined. “Tell me what you want.”
“Show everyone out there watching what you do when you think of me,” Kaelee suggested. “Showme.”
Greta’s right hand slipped between her legs. Her whole body shivered as she circled her clit slowly. “Pinch me again, please.”
Kaelee pinched Greta’s nipples again, staring at their reflection in the window as night fell. She was nothing but hands on Greta; most of Kaelee’s body was hidden behind her lover.
She whispered, “Do you think that strangers can see you like this? That they have their hands on their lovers’ bodies as they watch you?”
Greta moaned and grabbed Kaelee’s wrist and directed it lower. “Here.”
Kaelee complied, gently, though.
“I wish…”
“What?” Kaelee asked.
But Greta shook her head. “No. You’re in control.”
“Tell me.”
Greta met her eyes in the reflection in the window. “I want you to takemorecontrol.”
The words were magical for Kaelee. She grabbed the desk chair and dragged it forward. “Hold this. Bend over. Eyes watching your reflection.”
Greta’s expression was too blissed out for words. She complied, staring at them in the reflection as Kaelee placed Greta’s hands on top of the back of the chair. For a moment, Greta didn’t respond when Kaelee nudged her legs apart. Kaelee’s hand came down on Greta’s ass in a light smack.
The next time when Greta didn’t move without Kaelee applying pressure, Kaelee knew it was intentional disobedience. Her hand came down harder. Greta’s breath caught, and she met Kaelee’s eyes in the reflection.
“Look at you.” Kaelee’s voice shook. “Hiding your pussy again. Bent over so no one can see.”
“But you put me—”
“And now you argue with me?” Kaelee sighed exaggeratedly and swatted Greta’s cheeks again. “I thought you could be good, darlin’?”
“I can.” Greta widened her legs more as Kaelee plunged two fingers into Greta’s dripping body. “More fingers. Faster.”
“Good girls help, darlin’. Touch yourself.” Kaelee added a third finger, watching as Greta rubbed her clit while Kaelee drove her fingers in harder and faster. Her own body tightened in a way that giving pleasure created. Sometimes she thought she’d get off just from the joy of giving.
The sound of Greta’s whimpering and moaning felt loud in the silent hotel room. “Such a good girl, Greta. Are you going to show everyone how beautiful you are when you get off?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
Kaelee leaned forward, her body tight against Greta’s, and bit the side of Greta’s throat gently. Her free arm wrapped around Greta so that it was like a bandolier over Greta’s chest.
When Greta’s orgasm hit, her knees buckled, but Kaelee tightened the hold of the arm around her to keep her from falling. ThenKaelee scooped her up and carried her back to the bed. Greta curled against her like a boneless creature.
