These women were therapists, in their own way. Thing was, most of the people they encountered only wanted sexual therapy. Or for them to stay quiet while they worked through their own issues – bodies entwined, of course. Miquela couldn’t blame them. How many times had she paid to be with a woman and used that rush to clear her head and refocus on whatever business was at hand?
“Hold on.” She grabbed June’s wrist with one hand and pushed her hair back with the other. Fingers drew lines along her jaw, tipping her chin up and making her stare at her with parted lips. “Not so fast. I want to talk first.”
Had anyone said that to her before? The way June gaped at her said a hearty no.
“What would you like to talk about, ma’am?” she asked. Any trace of surprise was gone from her visage. “My ears are open.”
Probably other things were open as well. Miquela distracted herself with a touch to her cheek before succumbing to what was on her mind. “Do you want me, June? Tell me the truth. Am I a client to you? Or do you want more from me?”
She cocked her head, lips twitching.What am I doing to her?June played the submissive easily enough tonight, but inside, she was probably exploding in“What the fuck is this?”Miquela was turning into a nightmare client. Great. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you want me to be your patron? More than the other bidding on you.”
The real June came back. She sat back on her legs, ignoring Miquela’s gaze. “I cannot help it. I’ve never seen it go on for this long… I’ve never had two people want me as badly as you two do. Most give up after three rounds of bidding. Either it’s not worth the money, or they realize how silly the whole thing seems.”
“Do you get a choice? Could you tell your madam that you have a preference?”
“Of course I can.” She narrowed her eyes. “You think she hasn’t asked my preference?”
Naturally, she has.Whoever the other woman was, she apparently could compete in terms of money and class. Even if the other woman was as rich as Miquela – doubtful, honestly – Monique would have overrode a bid if she was a potential nuisance.I wonder if she’s local. Was that preferable to someone who wouldn’t even be around for half the month? “Forgive me. I shouldn’t intrude like that.”
June’s face softened again. “Look, Miquela, I like you. A lot. You’re one of the best clients I’ve ever had… and there have been…”
“A lot. I know.” Miquela was unfazed. “That other woman must be one of the best, too.”
June looked at the painting hanging above her dresser. “She made that for me. She’s a painter. We became close because I modeled for her. Twice a week, she comes here and paints pictures of me.” Was she blushing? Was that pissing Miquela off?
I don’t. Get jealous. About their lives.Until she met June, Miquela was so laissez-faire about the other clients that she couldn’t believe she would be jealous. She hadn’t been jealous of Clivia and Serene, right? Right.
So why the fuck was June so different?
“She sounds like a tender and sensitive woman,” Miquela mumbled. “I think you’ve told me that before, though.”
“Probably.” June shrugged. “She’s almost the complete opposite of you. She lives a slowed-down life. She used to be a doctor. That makes her sound older than she is, though.”
A doctor? Adoctor?Shit. “Promise me that you would be happy with that woman as your patron. If that’s the case, then I won’t sweat this whole thing. I’ll keep bidding until I can’t anymore, June, but that’s only because I…”
She stopped. They shared a fleeting look. They both knew what she wanted to say, and June was going to bite her lip to hold back whatever she wanted to burst from her mouth. “Let’s forget about that,” she said, taking Miquela’s hand. “Why don’t we do what you came here to.”
“You still want to do that?”
“Miquela, I have always wanted to do that with you.” Her salacious smile was back. “You set it up, and I’ll get back into the headspace you crushed a few minutes ago. Shouldn’t take me long. The way you barged in here all domineering… fuck me, Miquela, but not before you make sure I know I belong to you tonight.”
Belong. What a powerful, dangerous word.
You will belong to me.She studied the rings hanging above June’s bed, easy enough to ignore if one wasn’t into that. Tonight, Miquela was. She rummaged through the chest at the end of the bed and found some leather straps to her liking. Steel handcuffs. A large crop, in case her hand grew tired of spanking such tender flesh. A ball gag. Silk blindfolds. She probably wouldn’t use all of these things tonight, but considering them made the anticipation grow in her gut. The things she would do…
June was back to acting the sweet submissive by the time Miquela had threaded the straps and connected them with the handcuffs. She took off her jacket and draped it across the closed chest. Her necklace fell on top of the jacket. June sat up on her knees and unbuttoned the top of Miquela’s dress shirt as she reached around and grabbed June’s ass.
“I’m going to ask you a lot of things tonight,” she whispered in her ear. “I don’t want you to lie. That’s important. Even if you don’t think I want to hear it, tell me the truth.”
“Yes, Ms. Bolivar,” she whispered back. “I would never lie to you, anyway.”
“Do you usually lie to clients?”
She sat back again, surprised. “If I think it benefits me, yes.”
“Let me assure you that lying will not benefit you tonight.”
