"Me. And whoever else you want," she interrupted, catching my chin and forcing me to meet her gaze. "I want you to be mine, Megan. I want to know that whenever I come for you, no one will be standing in my way."
"So, you want me as your submissive? With a formal contract?" I asked, the words hanging heavy and electric in the air.
"Girlfriend, contract, collar... I guess I’m finally giving up on being a Domme with no strings attached," Kelsey mused, a soft smile playing on her lips. "As long as we can keep this open and honest."
"That is officially the most elaborate dating proposal I’ve ever heard," I teased, leaning into her.
"I want this piece of heaven all to myself," she whispered. She rested her hand protectively—and provocatively—over my heat. "I agree to fulfill every fantasy, to protect you, and to safeguard your career."
"So, a traditional open relationship, but a closed fetish one?" I asked. She nodded and caught me by the waist, guiding me to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi deck.
"Open your legs," she commanded. I realized then she was reenacting the movie scene. She leaned against the opposite side and pulled out an electronic cigarette, mirroring the intensity of the film. I felt like Natalie Portman herself as I rested my hands on my knees. "More."
I opened my legs wide, though I lacked the split-level flexibility of my youth. My heart hammered against my ribs; I couldn't help but wonder if she had rewatched that specific scene just to do this for me.
"And now?" I whispered, the words barely audible.
"I should ask you to show me," she said, sliding through the water until she was inches away. Her eyes locked onto mine, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "But you aren't wearing any panties to take off."
"You can improvise. I’m not that much of a stickler for the movie's script," I countered. Her hands slid down my thighs, and a sharp sigh escaped me as her tongue brushed my clitoris. I watched the whirlpool's current send water cascading over her shoulders while the wetness of her lips made every muscle in my body contract. She gripped my waist and pulled me back into the water, and the moment our lips met, I felt myself drifting into orbit.
Our tongues intertwined, her hands squeezing my hips as I arched into her, our movements falling into a perfect, heavy rhythm. I might have protested if she tried to penetrate me—I was still beautifully sore from the night before—but she knew exactly what I needed. Even underwater, her touch was precise. My nails raked down her back as I sought her mouth to stifle the moans that were growing far too loud.
"Give up on the party," Kelsey murmured against my skin, her hands trailing down my side. "I can’t keep my hands off you."
"But I don't want you to keep your hands off me," I whispered, biting her lip before a long kiss. "Though, for the record... I’ve never been a fan of sex underwater. It’s usually so uncomfortable."
"You could’ve said something!" she laughed.
"It felt good this time. I definitely wasn't dry," I admitted with a grin.
She murmured that she would never do anything to make me uncomfortable. We stayed there for a long time, tangled in each other's arms, until she took my hand and let out a laugh.
"Your fingers are pruned, Megs. Let's go to bed."
Kelsey stood and handed me a towel before drying herself off. Already wrapped in her robe, she offered me a hand to help me down from the deck. Since my own robe was nowhere to be seen, I snatched up her dress shirt from the floor. I sent a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god made Kelsey buy her shirts two sizes too large as I slipped it on.
#35
“A little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright. You want in, but you just can't win, so you hang in the lights” - Lana Del Rey
When I stepped back into the room, I could feel her eyes on me. I was leaning over the bed, one knee on the mattress and my other foot firmly on the floor as I fiddled with my phone. I looked up and caught her staring—she was dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, her damp hair a delicious bonus.
"I’m hungry..." I said, deliberately ignoring the predatory heat in her gaze.
"I actually came in here with food on my mind, but then I saw you dressed like that and completely lost my train of thought," Kelsey admitted. She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. "Order whatever you want." Shepressed her nose against my neck, taking a deep, lingering breath of my scent.
"Pizza?" I suggested. My skin tingled under her touch, and I could feel her smile as she rested her chin on my shoulder.
"And an action movie for you to fall asleep to halfway through?" she teased.
I placed the order through the app and tossed my phone onto the bed. Turning in her arms, I looped my hands around her neck and looked into those green eyes.
"Can I make a request?" I asked softly.
"The answer is already yes," she promised without hesitation.
"But you don't even know what I’m going to ask," I countered with a grin.
