Page 34 of Igniting Her

Cassie’s throat tightened. “This has a name,” she said.

“I know that too.”

“Say it.”

Ellie went very still, the way she had on the gym mat and in the hallway, but her voice was steady. “I want to submit to you.” The words removed the last shelter of potential confusion. Cassie could no longer call what happened between them instinct, heat, or a private misuse of the title Ellie gave her. She wanted this. The wanting was exact and personal: Ellie’s willing stillness, her quick mouth quiet because she chose to listen, the trust inside every instruction.

“Only because you choose it,” Cassie said. “Every time.”

“Every time.”

Cassie put one hand beneath Ellie’s chin. “And I want your surrender.”

Ellie’s breath left her. The admission moved through her as a tremor and loosened a dangerous relief beneath Cassie’s ribs.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. Leave your underwear.”

Ellie obeyed. She set her jacket over the chair, unfastened the black blouse one button at a time, and let it slide from her shoulders. Beneath it she wore a lace bra Cassie had never seen at the station and she had plainly not selected by accident. Cassie did not touch her. She watched Ellie open her jeans, push them down, and step free. The coordinates tattooed along her ribs appeared as she turned. Cassie had seen it during the storm. She didn’t ask.

Ellie stood in black lace, breathing faster than undressing required.

“On the bed,” Cassie said. “Kneel.”

Ellie climbed onto the mattress and settled on her knees. Cassie moved behind her and loosened the braid. Sun-streaked hair came apart beneath her fingers, shorter than her own, soft at the ends. She drew it over one shoulder and kissed the back of Ellie’s neck.

Ellie shivered.

Cassie unfastened her bra and let the straps fall. She took Ellie’s breasts in both hands from behind, thumbs moving once across the tightened nipples. Ellie leaned back into her.

“Stay upright.”

Ellie corrected her posture. Cassie pinched one nipple; pressure measured against the sound it pulled from her. The other she rolled beneath her thumb until Ellie’s thighs pressed together.

“Open your knees.” They parted across the sheet.

Cassie slid one hand beneath the lace. Ellie was wet enough that the first pass over her folds shone against Cassie’s fingers. She touched her clit once, directly, then withdrew.

Ellie made a frustrated sound.

“Hands on the headboard.” She obeyed.

Cassie removed the underwear and let it fall beside the bed. She kissed down the center of Ellie’s back, then over one hip. Ellie stayed where she had been placed, palms flat against the wood, head bowed. The position displayed trust more clearly than nakedness did.

Cassie reached for the harness. She stepped out of her trousers and underwear without looking away, leaving her dark shirt buttoned. The straps settled low over her hips. She fitted the silicone cock through the ring and covered it with lubricant. Ellie watched over her shoulder. Hunger had stripped the mischief from her face.

Cassie climbed onto the bed behind her. “Tell me if anything hurts in a way you don’t want.”

“I will.”

She ran the head of the cock through Ellie’s wet folds. Ellie pushed back, then caught herself before Cassie corrected her. “Tell me what you want.”

Ellie’s fingers tightened on the headboard. “Please fuck me.”

Cassie pressed in slowly. The first inch entered with a slick resistance that made Ellie’s breath break. Cassie stopped.