“Yes. Yes, it does.” Miquela wished she had something to curb her rising oral fixation. She quenched it by rolling onto her side and kissing June’s warm shoulder. “Bolivia was named after Simon Bolivar, I believe.”
“You related to that guy?”
“Technically. We have the same familial origins. Goes all the way back to the Basque.” Miquela found herself repeating the same thing she told Etta earlier. “My family, as I know it, is from Valencia, though.”
June rolled against her touch, her nose mere inches away from hers. “I wanna go to Spain,” she said, almost awed. “You should take me when you become my patron.”
“When you become my patron.”
“Do you know something I don’t, Ms. Kingsley?”
Now Miquela lay back again, accepting the young and nubile Ms. Kingsley onto her as she straddled Miquela’s stomach with her nimble thighs and legs. She had the most fantastic view of June’s gorgeous body from this angle, and she did not fail to notice the warmth accumulating near her navel.Drip all over me, why don’t you?Share and share alike.
“It’s between you and another regular client of mine.” June shrugged, as if that meant nothing. “I feel like you’ll win, though. Even if you don’t, I hope you’ll continue to visit me.” She drew circles around both of Miquela’s nipples. Hair brushed against her skin, tickling parts of her body Miquela didn’t know were ticklish. “I like you. Not just because you’re good in bed, but because I can be comfortable around you. That doesn’t happen often in my line of work.”
What are people doing to you?The urge to protect her from such brutes that would use and possibly abuse her, regardless of how much they paid for the privilege, took control of Miquela’s brain. Unfortunately, there were many who went to pleasure houses to use the women working there for things that werebeyond human. How women put up with them to make a living was beyond Miquela.
“I’m glad that you are comfortable around me. I know that I pay for your time, but…”
“Stop.” June covered Miquela’s mouth with her hand. “You’re too much, Ms. Bolivar. You have all this power and strength and skill inside of you, and so far the farthest you’ve gone with me is pounding my pussy like it’s going to run away from you.” She grinned. “And spank me. That was good shit.”
“Glad I could help,” she mumbled into June’s palm.
“You could go crazier, you know. I’m equipped for BDSM shenanigans. I may Domme most of the time, but that’s usually not sexual. Call them some silly names and yell at them a lot. What’s fun is a good dominant throwing that right back in my face. You know how to Domme, Ms. Bolivar? I’d give you a fantastic discount for the honor.”
Was she already planning their next encounter? “I’ve done it. I’m not in the lifestyle, per se, but with the right woman, I will be more than happy to please her in such fashion. Is that what you want, June?” Miquela grabbed her hips, helping her to grind her wet nether lips against her lover’s stomach. “For me to do my worst?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Her ass bumped into Miquela’s strap-on, which was still attached to her body. “If anyone is going to destroy me inside and out, it better be you.”
“Who said someone had to?” Miquela grinned back at her.
June put her hands on her hips. “I did. Next time, I’m submitting to you, through and through. Fuck me up, Miquela.”
“The way you’re talking makes me think you’re still horny. That can’t be. I was pretty thorough in there.” Miquela gestured to her fine pubic hairs rubbing against her skin.
“I’m used to getting ready for multiple rounds a night.”
Miquela tried not to frown. “What round was that? Two? Three? How many clients tonight, Ms. Kingsley?”
She was still grinning. “Just you. Honestly.”
“Who was the last client you had?”
“Now, I’m not supposed to tell you that. Non-disclosure.”
“Don’t tell me their name. Tell me when. And if they’re good to you.”
June considered this for a moment, teeth grinding against her lip. “Wednesday afternoon. A quiet, intellectual type, but she knows how to love a girl like you do.”
The way she talked about this woman sounded awfully familiar.And another woman. Imagine that.Miquela was already intrigued more than she thought she would be. Usually, she was used to being the only solo female flying in these establishments and had long made her peace with it. “Is this the one I’m up against for your permanent affections?”
“Perhaps. I shouldn’t tell you that, either.”
“So that’s a yes.”
June tried to distract her by grinding harder against Miquela’s stomach. Her eyes rolled back, mouth parting, and fingers digging into Miquela’s skin.Come on me all you want, sweet goddess.“You asked.”
“Indeed, I did. Well, I don’t know about your other clients, but I don’t mind you talking about your work. As long as I’m the best, of course.”
