June slipped around the edge of the couch and knelt beside her.They weren’t kidding.These women play it up. Miquela had declared she was “always in control,” so naturally she got a girl who was as submissive as they came. That could be good or bad. Submissive women went along with whatever Miquela wanted. Almost too much so. Finding a girl willing to defer to her in the bedroom who still had a vibrant personality was too hard to find sometimes. When she did find one… there were other obstacles.
The woman sat before her, curious. “What can I do for you tonight, ma’am? I’m skilled in many areas. Would you like a full massage?” Her fingers danced upon Miquela’s leg.
“Don’t suppose that comes with a happy ending, does it?”
June’s pretty grin could have ended Miquela right there. “Perhaps. I was told that cost is not an issue tonight.”
“What else did your madam tell you?”
She winked. “Enough.”
I doubt that.
“I can be blunt, if you’d like.” June sat up, straddling Miquela’s lap, forcing that tight skirt to ride even higher. Miquela did not hide how much she stared at the lingerie lurking beneath.Those are some serious thighs… and does she have dimples on her ass?Miquela would have to conduct a thorough inspection later. “Or I could be quiet. Whichever you like, ma’am.”
Her hands were on Miquela’s shoulders, chest leaning toward her. Miquela could smell her breath, freshly caked in mint. “Always be blunt with me, June.”
She retained that smarmy grin as she caressed Miquela’s face and popped her top button open. “You might uncork something you could never stop up again if you give me permission.”
“Do your worst.”I have ways of shutting you up if I want.
As intoxicating as her gaze was, Miquela couldn’t help but second-guess herself. No telling what was about to fall from those pretty pink lips. “I’d like to fuck you, ma’am.”
Now, was that real candor, or rehearsed? It could go either way. June could’ve been taken in with Miquela within the five minutes they had known each other. Or she could be eager to make her money. As long as June played her part, Miquela supposed, she was fine with either.
“I was under the impression that such things were not for sale here.” She could play a fun game, too.
“You might be surprised. If I like you enough, I’ll let you have whatever you want.”
“You don’t know me.”
June draped herself all over her, those damned lips pressing lightly against Miquela’s cheek.Shit. There was almost no stopping Miquela now. She was awake now. Fully. Blood rushing to her mound the more she inhaled the scent of this woman. She reeked of pheromones, and Miquela was a slave to them.Don’t let her know.
“I don’t need to know you to know that I want you inside me, Ms. Bolivar.” Her knees were on either side of Miquela on the couch, but she did not lower her hips. “I’m pretty simple, too. If I see a good-looking specimen who looks like she knows what she’s about… I’m not gonna lie. I wanna fuck her.” The puff of her breath when she said that riled Miquela in ways she had not yet anticipated. “And kiss her. Can I kiss you, ma’am?”
Miquela rested her head on the back of the couch. Wood dug into her skull. She didn’t care.I wonder how many she’s fucked on this couch. She sometimes thought those things when in these situations, her credit card on the verge of being abused from all the services she purchased. That cognac alone… probably a hundred dollars a glass.
Miquela lowered her eyelids and slightly parted her mouth. “I’ve had a long day, June. Do whatever you wish.”
“Whatever I wish?” Those words taunted her lips. “I thought you liked to be in control. It’s one of the things I heard about you.”
“When I want to take control, I will.” Miquela opened her eyes. “Let a woman relax.”
“I exist to help you relax, Miquela.” With that, June kissed her, tongue already snaking across her flesh, infused with a wanton desire that did not usually come out this early.
Miquela had kissed many, many women. Perhaps hundreds. A woman had to assume she had kissed twice as many as she had carnal relations with. This accounted for the women who didn’t want to kiss her while they had sex. June was not such a woman. Most of the ones working here probably weren’t, unless they were told to be.Maybe I should tell her not to kiss me.Fat chance. It had only been two seconds, and Miquela was already putting her hands on June’s hips and searching for her ass.
She intended to guide this encounter. She said she would take control later, but in reality, she was in control now. Except forone thing. June was not what she seemed. She was what Miquela had come to call a little deceptive joy. She said one thing, but really meant the other. In the bedroom, of course. So when she said June could do whatever she wanted, she really meant whatshewanted. Well, then. So much for gradually introducing her to the biggest problem around.
June slammed her hips down, her warm, lingerie-laden slit finding a strap-on big enough to make her eyes bulge.
Chapter 4
June
That… that is something.
No, duh! These people who came here had kinks! How about that!Know who else has certain tastes?Fancy-pants people she entertained in her boudoir and quickly went to first, maybe second base with because they both knew what they were here for. Drinks my ass. Massage… my ass.From the moment Monique summoned June from the Entertainment Den to ready for Miquela, Princess of Monaco, she was informed of two things: that her guest was on the Domme side of the spectrum with an itch to fuck as quickly as possible… and that she had something in her bag of tricks she was changing into.
