“Most certainly. I can’t imagine everyone not throwing themselves at you.”
“They could throw themselves harder,” June said with a sigh. “You know what I mean.”
Indeed, she did. “So, what does being a patron entail, exactly?” Miquela extended her hand for June to take. Once those fingers wrapped around hers, she helped her up, and they continued their walk through the maze. “Out of curiosity.”
“Exactly what it sounds like. We enter an open-ended contract that you pay a once-a-month fee to honor. No other charges for any service, and you get priority for my time. So you can be sure that such a monthly fee is large.”
“I wouldn’t be shocked to find that out.”
“Of course, I meet with other clients. I have a job to do.”
“Indeed.” Miquela was under no illusion that this would be a monogamous relationship. That’s what absconding with her to the civilian world to be her actual girlfriend meant.I know exactly what I’m getting into with professional women.“I’m sure there are other perks, though. Besides your lovely face, whenever I want it.”
“Why, are you thinking about applying to be my patron?” Her sweet voice was so fake, yet Miquela fell for it.
“I make no promises.”
“Certainly not. But what if I told you that you get to give me all the presents you want? And take me away from here whenever you feel like it? Regular clients can’t do that. Not officially. I’d have to sneak out, and could get in big trouble for that.”
Miquela only half heard her. Her eyes were focused on that ass swaying back and forth in front of her. The more her hair hovered above it, too, the more Miquela wanted to grab June’s hips and grind that ass against her. To say she was ready to take this upstairs was an understatement. Or, hell, Miquela would take her right here!
“So, you’d be like my girlfriend, only not really.”
“To say I would definitely favor you above all others… isn’t that enough?” June leaned against a steady hedge, one finger hanging onto her bust so she had a grand view of her breast. Everything but the nipple, anyway.I can see them poking out, though. Either June was aroused, or it was cold. “I know how you dominants work. You want to be #1 in every woman’s life.”
“You dominants?”
“You trying to tell me you aren’t one? I know your type like I know my body.” June’s finger pulled, releasing her garment from her chest.Please, let that be arousal. Two perfectly erect nipples awaiting her in the night? Miquela wondered what the stars had to say about that. “Everything about you screamsdominant, Ms. Bolivar. Your need to be in charge. The way you carry yourself. Spending your money on women as if it’s nothing. I’m sure it is nothing, but you also know I will not hesitate to ask for whatever I want – as long as it makes sense, of course. Some, as rich as you are careful with their money, anyway. Even when I present them with a wet mouth and pussy. Not you. You wanted to fuck me so badly with the best that money could buy, that money was no issue. I don’t care about that, but it does tell me a lot about you.” Her smile was part menacing, part welcoming. I like both. “Let me tell you, Miquela, Ms. Monaco… I like dominants. I always know where I stand with you.”
June approached her, one hand reaching above her head and grabbing greenery.
“Where do you stand with me, June?”
Breath as delicious as honey blew across Miquela’s cheek. “I don’t stand at all. I kneel, I bend over, or I lie down. Whatever you want.”
“What do you want?”
June took her other hand and brought it up to her breasts. She didn’t wait for permission. Miquela snatched the nearest one, reveling in how soft and warm it felt in the palm of her hand. June gasped. There went the control she had been exercising.
“I want you, of course.”
Miquela knew how it worked. Women pretended to be her girlfriend. Pretended to be all over her. To be fair, many of them were, but they all played it up to a point. They wanted her to feel so comfortable and at ease – and aroused – that she threw her whole wallet at them. She didn’t begrudge her paid partners. They were making a living. Not their fault if she couldn’t exercise control at times. Except she almost always did. For some reason, June had managed to turn Miquela into a lusty beast two meetings in a row. What did June do besides show off her body?I am a mess.A wonderful, needy mess. Miquela needed her. Now. No more flirting. No more coy looks. It was here. Miquela wanted her.Now, now, now!
“You drive a hard bargain, June.”
She stroked Miquela’s cheek, fingers lingering on her skin. “Speaking of driving hard…”
“You had to go there?”
“I want to put every image of us getting dirty in your head.”
“Because then you definitely get paid, right?”
She snorted. “You make it sound like I don’t desire you as you desire me. You would be mistaken. I told you. I love sex. I love people. I love having sex with people, especially like you, Miquela. Don’t think too much about it. Do whatever feels natural. I am up for anything.”
Damn. Her.
“Even right here?” Miquela brought June into her arms, hand sliding down her soft back and grabbing her firm ass.Here. Dear Lord, let me be buried right here. When Miquela kissed her, it was with more power than she intended. Even so, June was quick to meet her level of passion, hands all over her as if she had to touch every inch before she died. “Would you let me have you right here, June?” Miquela pulled up her skirt, feeling her heat against chilled fingers. One deft finger shoved aside her lingerie and plunged inside her, forcing poor June to crumble in her arms with the most exquisite moan in the universe.She’s wet already. Damn!
