“One more time,” she pleaded, a sweaty hand spreading across her stomach. “Please, ma’am, strike me once more, as hard as you can.”
Her entire abdomen went numb as soon as a crack hit the air. She barely felt the pain. At that point, her ass was so numb that there was nothing to feel. But she sensed Miquela’s intentions. Felt them explode everywhere there was room. As a woman who hadn’t experienced much love in her life? There was plenty of room for a woman as big as Miquela.
“No, don’t leave…” What was that? Where had that come from? Why was she whimpering like a stunned first timer? What was she? A virgin? Yet when Miquela stepped away from her, dropping the crop on the floor and already panting in her direction, June realized she missed her so much already. “Please, touch me.”
Miquela climbed onto the bed, uncuffing her. Before June had the chance to shake her limbs out, however, she was in Miquela’s musky embrace and on the receiving end of the heaviest kiss she had yet to give her.
“Is this enough for you?” She was somewhere else entirely. Not in June’s room, that was for sure. “Or do you want more of me?”
She shivered. “I want whatever you’ll give me, ma’am.”
“Do you mean that? I want to know that you want me as much as I want you.”
The harder Miquela squeezed her, the easier it was to feel her strap-on pressing against June’s hip. “I do,” she whimpered. “I’m not bullshitting you, Mistress.”
At the utterance of that word, Miquela tilted June’s head up and breathed heavily against her throat. Her natural scent took over the room. The little flecks of vulnerability in her voice told June that this was the first time in a long while she trusted a woman as much as this.I’m so sorry that happened to you. You deserve a woman who appreciates everything you give her.
She released June, stepping away but not leaving her side. June fell onto her hands, facing Miquela. “Whatever you want,” she reiterated. “Take whatever you want from me. I’ll give it to you, freely.”
That wasn’t to say she was coming monetarily free that night. Monique would never stand for that, having known what went on in there.I mean emotionally. Whatever she wanted. If June could give it, she would.
Miquela unveiled the strap-on she had brought that night.The only thing harder than that thing is the look on her face. Yes, June was well-acquainted with it now, but with Miquela like this?I’ve got my work cut out for me.“You know what I want, June.”
June’s expert skill garnered her the exact reaction she wanted. Miquela grabbed her hair, right by her scalp, and pulled until she was whimpering again. Fingers traveled down her neck. Her legs spread of their own volition, perhaps giving her the ability to remain in this position, but mostly letting her feel how wet and needy she already was. It didn’t help that Miquela was as desperate as she was. What was Miquela fueled by? Mere lust?Not likely.Not just her memories, either, or whatever emotions she dragged from the depths of her subconscious.
Whatever this was blossoming between them, it was feral. Okay. A little civilized. Miquela was a lady, after all.
Ladies totally grabbed the backs of women’s heads and fucked their faces.
June held still, focusing more on her breathing than actively pleasuring her client. She wasn’t meant to do anything right now, other than exist. She was a vessel. A conduit. A woman through and through, but a woman who existed to give this other the relief she demanded. Not like she wasn’t into it, either.I fucking love it.There was nothing like someone of Miquela’s standing taking complete control and showing her who was the Mistress around there. June’s nipples hardened, gliding against her bed as the force of Miquela’s thrusts shook her whole body. Her thighs ran wet, and her core begged – nay, demanded – that this woman really make her feel beholden to her.
June didn’t dare look up at her. Miquela didn’t want that. She wanted tofeelJune’s devotion. To see her make love to her in this unconventional way. The scary thing? There was no acting. No bluffing, no playing up anything. For the first time in her career, June was 100% honest with what she wanted and how she felt having sex.
Usually, such a revelation would scare the piss out of her. In the heat of this charged moment, though? She was revitalized.Use me, please.June wouldn’t be happy until Miquela was purged of her evils.I’ll take them all. Every negative thing you feel...That’s why I’m here. June had no idea what she would charge for that, and she didn’t care. She didn’t care!
“Shit,” Miquela groaned, the tenor of her voice booming in June’s ears. She drew out that word again before shoving June off, sending her flying to the bed as hands snatched her. Sometimes, Miquela held her torso. Other times, it was June’s legs she spread around her hips. At some point, she grabbed June’s arms and held them above her head.
No warning. Only Miquela, grunting in that hedonistic way, thrusting into her. The cry falling from June’s lips was muffled by Miquela’s.
An embrace swallowed her, surrounded her, suffocated her. June sank so far into her bed that she was afraid she would never resurface again. She didn’t want to. From the moment Miquela entered her, all she could think about was her,her, them. They were one. Undivided. Conquered, but not sequestered. Sometimes it hurt, and sometimes it was the greatest pleasure June ever knew, but she could not deny that this was something else as well. Something she had never felt before.
This wasn’t sexual pleasure. Sure, the way Miquela plunged deep within her, the tip of the strap-on brushing against her G-spot and the base stroking her clit, was absolutely perfect and conducive to her coming not once, but twice, the first time crashing into her as she continued to pound her cunt and tear apart her fragile negligee. That wasn’t the only thing she felt. Drowning in the midst of sexual release was a foreign entity that warmed her heart as well as her loins.
Oh, no, that was all Miquela warming her loins.
“Come for me,” June whined, arms tight around Miquela’s torso as she held on. “I need you!” Need? What need? What was so intrinsic to that?
Miquela gasped, a sound coated in a moan as deep as the strap-on was now.Yes, yes, go all the way in. “Fuck, June!” She growled into the crook of June’s neck, teeth grazing her skin and hand clutching her shoulder. June’s leg raised into the air, giving Miquela that last bit of leverage she needed to pierce the core of her being.
June had never heard a woman come as hard as Miquela did. This wasn’t tension relieving itself. It was years of heartache and denial expelling from a woman’s aching body. June received the brunt of it.I can’t move. I couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted to. If I needed to use my safe word, it would be too late.Damage done.
The first wave of Miquela’s orgasm brought with it both an intense, flowering heat and a guttural groan that shook her body.Wait, that’s not her…That was June, making a sound she hadn’t uttered in years. A woman couldn’t fake that sound. For one, society said it wasn’t sexy. Her old porn director told her that when she tried to fake it, because previous sexual partners told her it was hot.Nope. Society has deemed it unsexy, so I had to cut it from my orgasmic vocabulary. Now, here it came, reverberating against Miquela’s ear as the second wave of her climax commenced.
Miquela’s moan was softer, her hips coming to a slow, even though she continued to roll inside of June.I love this. Her, consuming June, owning her body and soul as she cried out in worshipful desire. Miquela hooked an arm beneath her shoulders and slightly lifted her off the bed, June’s body completely still as the last of Miquela’s high-pitched moans faded away.
They didn’t say a word as they both fell back onto the bed. June couldn’t open her eyes, or if she did, all she saw was her room through a blurry veil. Her body ached, both from exhaustion and from the intense surge of endorphins spilling from her brain.No, no…The only endorphins allowed were the relaxing kind. These were something else. Something that could spell the end of the career she had carefully cultivated.
“Ma cherie,” Miquela muttered, covering her tender skin in kisses.She must be feeling something if she’s breaking out the French. “Je t’aime.”
