All the time Cass was watching her closely, checking her reactions, but then she grinned. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Becca gasped again as Cass’s fingers started to work. “I didn’t think they were necessary,” she managed to gasp.
Cass chuckled, and Ellie sat up straighter in her chair.What wasn’t necessary? What do they both know that I don’t?
“Take off the dress. Slowly.” Cass straightened and walked away, over towards where Ellie was sitting. She looked down at Ellieand gave her a smile and a wink, friendly, and Ellie nodded back, appreciating that Cass wasn’t completely ignoring her.
Becca stood, reaching behind her to unzip, and then with her eyes focused entirely on Cass she let it fall forward off her shoulders, slowly, then down to the floor, and then Ellie understood. Becca was wearing not a stitch of clothing under her dress, no underwear, no bra, nothing. She’d been naked save for the thin silver fabric all this time.I’d like her to do that for me sometime. Ellie filed that away, storing it safe, focusing on the moment and appreciating quite how far into Cass that Becca was.
While Becca might have been naked, Cass was still fully dressed, white shirt, black jeans, rings on her fingers catching the light. The power imbalance was visible and so very deliberate, and Becca seemed to be loving the asymmetry of it, standing there with nothing while Cass stood in front of her with everything, including all the control.
Then Cass started to unfasten her own jeans, still holding Becca’s gaze, pushing them down.
Ellie saw it at the same moment that Becca did.
A strap-on. Black, harnessed, already on under the jeans, the self-confidence, not to mention the statement of intent, was breathtaking. This was Cass’s world and both Becca and Ellie were living in it for the night.
Becca’s reaction was immediate and visceral: a sharp intake of breath, her eyes dropping to look and then coming back up to Cass’s face, her lips parting around a sound that didn’t quite make it out of her mouth. They had one at home, Ellie andBecca, they used it sometimes and it was fun, genuinely fun, but this was something else entirely. This was Cass wearing one with casual authority, as if it were simply part of her, an extension of the confidence and the physical power that Becca had been staring at with barely concealed awe since the moment Cass walked into the bar.
Ellie gripped the armrests. Hard. The sight of it was unexpectedly, viscerally hot with Cass still in her fitted white shirt, boots kicked off but otherwise clothed, the strap-on dark against her hips, and Becca naked and excited in front of her. The look on Becca’s face, God, the look on Becca’s face was something Ellie wanted to photograph and frame next to the neighbour’s noise complaint. Pure, unfiltered, slightly slack-jawed want.
Well,Ellie thought,the hypothesis is about to get one hell of a data point.
Cass crossed the room and pushed Becca back onto the bed, climbing over her, settling between Becca’s legs, one hand braced next to Becca’s head, the other guiding the strap-on into Becca slowly, and the sound Becca made when Cass entered her, this raw, desperate gasp, her hands flying to Cass’s shoulders, her fingernails digging into the white shirt, the sound went through Ellie like an electric current. Cass started to move, slow at first, restrained, watching Becca’s face, reading her reactions, adjusting, and Becca’s head fell back against the pillow, her mouth open, her body pressing up to meet each thrust, her eyes closed and lost in the sensation.
“Look at me,” Cass said. Becca’s eyes snapped open and locked onto hers, and they held each other’s gaze while Cass fucked her, the rhythm building, Becca’s moans getting louder witheach one, her hands gripping Cass’s back through the shirt, the bed creaking slightly under them. Ellie could see Becca’s toes curling, could see the flush spreading across her chest, could see the expression on her face that she knew as well as her own name… the one that meant Becca was close, getting closer, about to…
Becca came hard and fast, her orgasm loud and physical, her body shaking, her legs wrapping tight around Cass’s waist pulling her deeper, and the cry she let out was something Ellie felt deep down, a sympathetic shudder that left her gripping the armchair like it was the only thing keeping her in the room.
Cass didn’t pause. Ellie could see that there was no way she was doing that. She pulled out, flipped Becca onto her front like she weighed nothing, and pulled Becca’s hips up. Becca’s face was in the pillow but from her vantage point off to the side Ellie saw her eyes widen and a wordless moan leave her mouth as Cass slid into her again from behind, one hand gripping Becca’s hip hard enough that Ellie was sure she’d leave marks, the other bunching Becca’s hair and pulling her head back just enough. The sound Becca made as Cass thrust into her a second time was raw, animal and completely without self-consciousness… a moan that climbed into a cry that broke apart into desperate, gasping pleas to “please don’t stop” and “oh god oh god I’m…” that Ellie had never heard come out of her wife’s mouth before. Not like this. Not this abandoned, this unguarded, this far gone.
Cass gave her all of it. The pace was relentless, nothing gentle, the grip in Becca’s hair unforgiving, and Becca pushed back against every thrust, wanting more, deeper, her hands clutching at the sheets, her body moving with an abandon that Ellie found both thrilling and genuinely startling to see. This was aBecca she’d never met, a Becca who had only existed in her own fantasies, and watching her like this was like watching half the woman she knew so well and half a stranger… a beautiful, sensual, wonderful stranger.
A second orgasm rolled through Becca, longer than the first, drawn out by Cass’s relentless rhythm, Becca’s face pressed into the pillow muffling cries that would otherwise have earned them their very own noise complaint from hotel security, her whole body shaking again as wave after wave hit. Cass held her through it, didn’t slow until the very end, and when Becca finally collapsed forward onto the sheets, gasping and shaking, Cass eased out gently and lay down beside her, her fingers stroking teasingly down Becca’s spine.
Ellie sat in the armchair, breathing hard herself, both necklaces heavy against her neck despite barely weighing a thing, and thought:holy shit.
Chapter 14
While the two women lay there, Becca barely moving, Cass looking after her, Ellie stood and walked to the minibar. After what she’d just seen she needed a drink. She poured herself a gin and tonic that she knew she’d regret when she paid the bill at check out, then looked over and saw that Cass had looked her way.
Ellie raised her eyebrows in a question… would Cass like one too. Cass shook her head, but then smiled towards Ellie, a smile that was reassuring, seeming to sayI know that was insane, don’t worry, I know she needs time, I’ll look after her.
Cass sat up and slipped her shirt and bra off, then the jeans, before slipping out of the harness, leaving it to one side on the bed. Even though she wasn’t Ellie’s type, Ellie felt a thrill to see her… muscular, barely an ounce of fat, tattoos everywhere. It wasn’t that Ellie was particularly attracted to her sexually, more that she could understand why Becca would be, why manywomen would be, and that there was something particularly in how she carried herself that was thrilling. Strong, confident, yet considerate.
Becca finally stirred, reaching for Cass, and she pulled Cass down to kiss her, a deep, grateful, slow, passionate kiss, their tongues playing against each other, her hands all over Cass’s body, finally getting to touch what she'd been looking at all evening.
“My turn to show you,” she whispered between kisses, pushing gently. Cass could have stayed exactly where she was but she went with it, relinquishing her control, and Becca wasted no time in going down on her with an enthusiasm that bordered on worship, her hands gripping Cass's hips, her mouth hungry after a slow start, and Cass let her head fall back and closed her eyes, giving Becca free reign to do whatever she wanted.
Becca took her time, letting Cass build and fall away, build and fall away, giving her very best, until finally Cass came writhing with a series of gasps, her muscular body tensing and then relaxing, tensing and relaxing, and the sight of it hit different for Ellie… seeing this powerful woman in a state of such complete release went beyond intense. Becca guided her through until the last tremor passed and then crawled up to lie against her side, her hand on Cass's chest, both women’s expression blissful.
And that was when Ellie understood.
Not in a flash, not in a single moment of clarity, but as a slow, dawning realisation that constructed itself from everything she’d been watching since sitting down at the bar.
This was Becca's fantasy. Not theirs. Becca's.
The dominant, androgynous, physically powerful woman who took charge and told Becca what to do. The type she'd had a semi-secret crush on since college. The submissive response that Ellie had never seen because it was a response to something Ellie wasn't, that she couldn't be, didn't want to ever be. Becca was living out a private dream, one she'd probably been carrying for years without fully acknowledging it to herself, and the dream was spectacular, the sex was incredible, and Becca was clearly having the time of her life.
