June nodded. “I understand, ma’am. Your wish is my command.” Somehow, she didn’t giggle when she said that.
Miquela had a lot of wishes. She wished to ravage her, right there – to push her back on the bed and plunge into her, as she had always done… asothershad always done. She wished to stroke her tenderly, to listen to her coo and giggle. She wished to nibble on her extremities and taste the length of her folds. Her pleasure was as important as Miquela’s.
Most of all, Miquela wished to simply savor the woman who was June Kingsley. Not as her mistress, not as her means toan erotic end… but as the closest thing to a girlfriend and a confidant that she had possessed in so long.
“We’re going to play a little game,” she announced, snapping June’s wrists in the handcuffs so she knelt with her arms above her head. “You’re going to tell me something I don’t know about you, then I will tell you something, too. If I think you’re holding back…” Miquela held up the crop. “I’ll encourage you to be more forthcoming. Take that as you will.”
“Yes, ma’am.” June’s head and chest remained high. She sucked in her breath to feel the crop caress her hardening nipple through the lace of her negligee. “What do you want to know?”
“Have you ever been in love before? Real love.”
June was the master of her demeanor, yet even she could not completely hide how off-guard that question made her. “Not really. There have been a lot of people that I was fond of, but I couldn’t say I loved any of them. That’s the thing about my business. I’ve been in it for so long that I’ve distanced myself from those kinds of emotions. They don’t exactly make me money.”
The crop caressed her other nipple. Her reward for telling her the truth. “Have you ever considered retiring?”
She smirked. “I thought we were going to exchange tales.”
“When I’m done asking you questions, I’ll tell you a story that I’ve never told anyone else in my life.”
Her ears perked at that. “I don’t want to retire. I love my job. Even if I fell in love with someone… like that… I don’t know if I could ever leave this job. No one would ever let me keep hooking, though.”
Miquela already wanted to get away from that question. She put distance between that answer and her next question by running the crop up and down June’s left breast, watching it rise, drop, and rise again. June’s lips sucked into her mouth as she held in a groan.
“What do you like most about me, June? Why do you look forward to seeing me?” She lightly tapped June’s areola. “Be sure to tell me the truth. I don’t want to hear whatyouthink I want to hear.”
She was silent for a moment. Would she lie? Would she have to be punished?
“I guess the thing I like the most is how comfortable I am around you. From the first time we met, you were conscious of me. Most clients aren’t like that. I mean, you were buying my services for the night, but you were considerate even when you were splitting my pussy in two.” Her renewed smile was otherworldly.
Miquela dropped the crop and cupped June’s breasts with both hands, lips hitting hers as her tongue entered her mouth and stroked whatever it could find. One hand meandered from breast to ass again.How is she so irresistible?Miquela kissed her throat, feeling breath on her cheek and taut flesh in her hands. “Do you want me, June?”
“Of course. I wanted you the moment you walked into this room for the first time. There was… is… something about you that I’m drawn to. I hope you feel the same way.”
Did she? God, yes, she did. “Do you like having sex with me?”
“Yes.”
“Talking to me?”
“Absolutely.” June leaned forward as much as she could with her arms hanging above her head. “Now, tell me your tale, Miquela. I want to know more about you.”
Her throat went dry. It was now or never. As memories flooded her mind, Miquela snatched the crop from the bed and rolled up her sleeves.
And spoke.
“A long time ago, when yours truly was fresh from grad school, I met a girl named Rosa DeSanto at a party. Long story short, we fell in love after only a few weeks of dating.”
It was the first time she said the name “Rosa DeSanto” out loud in years. Perhaps longer. Had Miquela ever said Rosa’s name since the day she left?
“Only time I’ve ever been in love like that. She was everything to me. The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She knew how to crack a joke and make a girl feel comfortable. I was so in love with her that I seriously thought about marrying her. My parents objected. Foolishly, I listened to their objections because I was young and still making my own way through the world. Now, I can tell them to go fuck themselves because I’ve made my millions upon millions. They thought they were so clever, getting around my desire for women by saying that they didn’t like she was a Latin American girl…”
June continued to stare at her through those wide hazel eyes, but said nothing.
“So, I thought… maybe we could keep our relationship a secret. I could bide my time until I was in a better position to marry without my parents’ permission. Rosa seemed game for it. She split her time between Grenada and Venezuela, so I figured we could meet here in America. Who the fuck would know? I paid for everything. She paid her way most of the time. She was from a wealthy family like mine, so money wasn’t an object.”
June’s lip curled. “What happened?”
After heaving a mighty sigh, Miquela continued, “We were supposed to meet in Miami for the Fourth of July. We were going to go dancing, watch the fireworks… sun on the beach. She never showed up at our hotel. I feared the worst… plane crash, illness… but who could I call and ask? Nobody knew we were still seeing each other. All I could find out was that she never got on her plane to Miami.” Something burned in the back of Miquela’sthroat. Not tears. Definitely not tears. Instead, she channeled her negative energy through the crop, slapping the bed beside June’s right knee. “After worrying myself sick, a mutual friend of ours forwarded me an internet article. I’ll never forget the headline.”
