“I told you. Call me Sette.”
“It’s my job, Sette.” June leaned one knee against the edge of her chair, fingers dexterously pulling apart the buttons on the front of her dress.I didn’t even notice the buttons until now.No wonder June spilled so effortlessly from her clothes. “From the moment you walk through those doors downstairs, you become my responsibility.” One button. Two buttons. Dress popping open and cleavage growing larger.Not the only thing going a little crazy right now.So much blood… rushing to her loins, that was.Need to hump… increasing…“No one is allowed to leave this place without feeling relaxed in some capacity. It doesn’t matter how far you want to go. Want to have a drink and talk? I am an excellent listener.”
She popped open the last button and pulled open her dress. A strapless bra.Damn her.When Sette didn’t tell her to back off, June slid her knee closer to Sette’s leg, that body lowering toward hers. Cleavage. So. Much. Cleavage. Sette knew her female anatomy, and those were definitely natural. A woman who dated around her own circles had seen plenty of fake ones, anyway. They were nice, but not much fun.
“Or if you want to go for a walk… we could do that, too.” June glanced down at Sette’s glazed-over eyes. “I don’t think you want to do that, though.”
Sette didn’t have to look to know that her nipples had conquered two layers of clothing.
“Such a serious face, Sette.” The way she moved indicated this was more than getting from Point A to Point B. June was seducing Sette, rolling her torso so her breasts pushed toward Sette’s face and her hands gripped the arms of the chair. Settewas trapped. A caged beast being provoked with a proverbial stick. “You’re a serious woman, aren’t you?”
“I suppose.” Her eyes remained locked on June’s.
It didn’t take long for June to catch on. “Would you like to see my breasts?” Her finger tugged against her bra. “Say the word, and I’ll let you look all you want. No charge.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“No, no, I want to hear you say it. Turns me on to have you take control like that.” Another reminder that this wasn’t about Sette at all.
Fuck it! It totally was. If her body declared it so, then it was!
“Show me your breasts.”
Those words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. June freed her breasts with a twist of her bra before Sette could stop her.
Good God.Perfect. Her breasts were perfect. Large. Round. Still perky even with the tell-tale lines of aging emerging on the sides. Fuck, those made her hotter!Either it’s cold in here or those nipples like me, too. Pink. Hard. Areolas that were neither all-encompassing nor too tiny to see.My face isn’t buried in them… because… ?
June’s lips hovered over Sette’s forehead. Those nipples touched her sweater. June’s hand… that hand rubbed Sette’s thigh, teasing the hem of her dress and sending a million degrees of fire through her eager body.
Take her.
Have her.
Make her moan and worship you like the godly monster you are.
Sette was definitely a beast in a cage. Had been for a long time, from the feel of it. Now, June dared to open the cage and unleash such sexual fury.
She remembered how much it cost to fuck this woman. It was right here on the card.
Fifteen grand. Somehow, Sette doubted that ever came free.
Was June worth fifteen-thousand of Sette’s carefully saved dollars? She could more than afford it. She could afford to fuck her a million times if she wanted. The sheer power lurking in her body could have fucked June a million times, anyway.
“You want me, don’t you, Sette?”
Her breath was sweet and hot at the same time. That nimble hand grabbed Sette’s thigh through her tights. A knowing smile crossed those rosy lips.
“I think my body speaks for itself.”
June kissed her. Lightly. Enough to make Sette imagine pushing her back, tumbling her to the floor, ripping up her skirt, and burying her face between those legs until June screamed from the sudden pleasure it brought her.You’ve never been with someone like me. I will blow your mind. I’ll make you scream my name and tell everyone in this house of sin that I am the best your experienced cunt has ever had.Every guest thought that, surely. June was able to make Sette believe it.
“I’d rather hear you say it. Tell me you want me.” She pushed herself up, breasts in Sette’s face. Damn them.
“All right, I want you. Are you happy now?”
“No. Because I can’t see your pussy. That would tell the truth better than those little pebbles in your dress.”
Carefully, in case she told her no, June searched for Sette’s skirt and pulled it up before moving on to her tights and underwear, as awkward as it was with Sette frozen to her seat. June didn’t fake great surprise at the sight of her… warm, already slick, flushed with arousal… and for that, Sette was grateful. June did, however, look between Sette’s thighs and her eyes, gauging her reaction as she gently touched her. June almost made Sette believe that she was so special.
