With her teeth on her bottom lip, holding back a smile, Miquela slightly cracked up. “I’ve never had anyone use their tongue and fingers inside me at the same time like that.” She looked away, finally grinning. “I’m stealing that.”
“Takes a little practice.”
“Didn’t know I had the room in me.”
Miquela was propped up against her pillow now. Sette took the opportunity to finish unbuttoning that blouse, revealing a sweaty bra beneath. She made short work of that as well. A hand landed on the back of her head as she curled her tongue around Miquela’s nipple. And since Sette never missed an opportunity, she slid her hand between her lover’s thighs to feel the real effect.That’s right. Stay wet for me.
“The pussy is an amazing thing,” Sette purred against Miquela’s chest. “The more aroused and comfortable it becomes, the more accommodating it also is. Honestly, the whole female form does amazing things for all… well, all sorts of things.” She had to stop sayingthing,but she was now drunk on arousal. Sette could only do so much.
“Oh, but I do know this.” Miquela continued to play with Sette’s hair clasp. “It’s my turn.Diosa,I want to tell you to open your legs for me now.”
“So? Do it.”
“Because I need to tell you what I want first.”
“Surprised you have any energy at all to reciprocate.” Maybe Sette hadn’t done a good enough job of eating out this woman.She liked her lovers nice anddeadafter they came. “What do you want, exactly?”
A smile spread across Miquela’s face. The softness of her recent climax was gone, replaced byhunger. Her hand slid from Sette’s hair down her back, fingers pressing into the dip of her spine.
“I want to fuck you,” Miquela said. “Con todo. With everything.”
The words hung in the air. Sette stilled. She knew that tone. She had heard variations of it from other women. Women who liked their tools and accessories.
“I like to use a strap-on,” Miquela clarified, as if Sette hadn’t already guessed. “Un grande. I like watching my lover’s face when I push inside for the first time. The little moans. The stretch. The way they take it all.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Sette’s ear. “I like to be in complete control of that pleasure.”
Sette pulled back slightly, creating a sliver of space between their bodies. She looked at Miquela.Reallylooked at her. This was the core of it. This was what Miquela was all about. She wasn't just a top… she was a performer with a very specific kink.
“And that’s what you like?” Sette asked.
“I love it,” Miquela said, without a hint of shame. “It’s a power tool for pleasure. The control, the depth… I can make a woman come so hard she sees God. Or me. Either way is fine.”
Sette shook her head. “I’m not used to that.”
“No? What are you used to?”
“Hands. Mouths.Skin. Real things.” The words came out sharper than she intended. She had used toys on others occasionally. But she had never wanted one for herself. It felt… artificial. Part of her attraction to women was how she could use her own body and nothing else to pleasure them.
Miquela’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened.She’s enjoying this. The push and pull. “Why not?” she challenged. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be filled? To be taken so deep you can’t think?”
“I don’t need silicone for that,” Sette countered. “I’ve got fingers. And I know how to use them.”
“You sure do! And so do I,” Miquela said. “But I can fuck you longer and deeper than any fingers ever could. I can make you forget your own name, Sette. Isn’t that worth a try?”
She sucked in her bottom lip. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“See for yourself.” She hooked a thumb toward the bed. “Go on.”
Sette didn’t hesitate. She swung her torso over Miquela’s body, breasts grazing her skin, and leaned down. The underbed drawer slid open with a soft, well-oiled click. An arsenal of sapphic pleasure lay nestled in black velvet.
They were all beautiful, Sette supposed. Sleek.Intimidating. Silicone in shades of light pastel and deep purple, some ridged, some unnervingly smooth, all attached to elegant leather harnesses. Her breath was caught in her throat. Her gaze snagged on the one at the back. It was thick. Long. A monster. A challenge that made her own inner muscles clench in sudden, nervous anticipation.
“That one,” Miquela’s voice was a low purr beneath her. “Pick that one. I want to see you take it all.” She lightly spanked Sette’s ass. “An honor, after what you just did for me. Hm?”
Sette couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her body said no.Absolutely not. But a darker, more curious part of her, the part that loved to break things just to see how they worked, whisperedmaybe.
Before she could answer, Miquela’s hand wasthere. Sliding up Sette’s thigh and pushing between her legs. Sette was still wet, still buzzing from the thrill of control. Miquela’s fingers foundher slick entrance without preamble, sliding inside with an easy, confident thrust.
Sette gasped. Her body bowed, bracing her hands on the edge of the bed.
