Finding Love Down Under

by Jay, Donna

  “I’d like that.”

  The approval in Claire’s voice made Zoe yearn to please Claire. She pulled the costume out of the plastic wrapping.

  Her heart picked up pace along with each item she pulled out. A little black dress with capped sleeves, a white apron with two black bows, white knee high socks, and a black headband with white lace trim.

  The material was soft as satin in her palms. “A French maid costume.” She rubbed it against her face, imagining how good the skimpy outfit would feel caressing her skin. “I love it. Thank you.”

  All of a sudden Zoe felt stupid. Out of her depth. What if she’d got the wrong idea, jumping to the conclusion it was for role-play? Perhaps it was nothing more than a work uniform. After all, Claire had taken her in to cook and clean.

  The next thought that skidded through Zoe’s mind sent a cold shiver up her spine. It was winter, far too cold to be strutting around in such attire. “When do you expect me to wear this?”

  A frown creased Claire’s face. “I don’t expect you to do anything.” She softened her tone. “You’ll always have a choice, Zoe.”

  Realizing how her words could’ve been taken the wrong way, Zoe tried again. “I didn’t mean I don’t want to wear it.” She glanced out the window at thick grey clouds. “It’s just that it’s been rather cold lately.”

  Apparently mollified, Claire’s frown kicked up into a smile. “Don’t worry, doll. I’d never let you freeze. You can wear it late in the day when the fire’s blazing and there’s no chance we’ll be interrupted.”

  Zoe hadn’t thought of that. She’d die if Tyler or anyone else saw her prancing around in such a sinfully sexy outfit.

  Claire plucked the costume out of Zoe’s hand and shoved it back in her duffle bag. “Don’t sweat it. One thing at a time. I’ll let you get used to the paddle first.”

  The sexy wink of a promise sent a frisson of desire up Zoe’s spine. She would’ve dropped to her knees right then and there if she could’ve.

  Chapter 15

  On the drive home, Claire’s jeans seemed to shrink in size. Every time she lifted her foot to brake or accelerate, the thick denim seam massaged her groin in the most delicious way. She didn’t need the added stimulation. The sexy brunette sitting in the passenger seat, cradling a paddle in her lap, was more than enough to send her libido through the roof.

  Thick black clouds loomed overhead as they crested a steep hill. The temperature was milder than the previous day. Brisk, but far from freezing.

  Claire glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was just after twelve. “We should be home in a little over half an hour.” If all went well and traffic remained light. “Need anything from town when we pass through?”

  “No. I’m good.” Zoe replied without hesitation, her gaze fixed on the scenery as they sped by Hukarere Girls College and Zeelandt Brewery.

  In a playful mood, Claire pressed on. “You sure? Nipple clamps? Ball gag? Labia stretchers?”

  That earned a wide-eyed glare. “What happened to one thing at a time?” Zoe retorted.

  Damn, Zoe had her there. Claire was only teasing and Zoe seemed to know it.

  They both laughed.

  Happiness rolled over Claire in thick waves. She reached over the console and squeezed Zoe’s thigh. “I’m glad we met.”

  A beautiful smile lit up Zoe’s eyes. “So am I.”

  ****

  Right on twelve-forty-five, Claire pulled into the driveway. “Home sweet home.” A fresh wave of anticipation pulsed between her legs when her mind filled with visions of a soon to be naked Zoe.

  The second they rounded the last bend, and the cottage came into view, Zoe shot forward in her seat peering out the windscreen. “Oh my god, look.” She pointed, eyes big as saucers.

  Claire flicked her gaze to the cottage. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Molly lay curled up fast asleep on the doormat. “Well, I’ll be damned.” Claire muttered to herself.

  After shutting off the engine, Claire carefully released her seatbelt, worried any sudden noise or movement might spook the cat. “You go first,” she told Zoe. It only seemed fair since Zoe had been making the bigger effort to domesticate the cat. “I’ll wait here.”

  Zoe nodded and opened the door so slowly it barely made a squeak. She bent low and crept forward, hand outstretched, rubbing her thumb across her fingers. “Hey girl. It’s okay. Come on.” Molly lifted her head, watching the approach.

  Claire sat motionless, her heart in her throat, the words in her head screaming stay put Molly, Zoe won’t hurt you . By the time Zoe put her foot on the second step, Molly was on all four paws, her tail held high.

  Zoe continued to talk in a low, coaxing voice. “Come on, sweetie.” The cat leaned forward, sniffed her fingers, relaxed and sat back on her haunches. Zoe stroked under her chin then sat on the top step. Her weight landed on a loose plank of wood and it let out an almighty groan. Molly jumped up and took off in a blinding flash of black and white.

  Expecting to see disappointment etched on Zoe’s face, Claire climbed out of the car ready to offer a word of comfort. Instead, she was met with a beaming smile.

  “Did you see that?” Zoe’s voice was shrill with excitement. “She let me pet her.”

  “She did.” Claire took Zoe’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “And while I’m super excited for you, right now I have another kind of pussy on my mind.”

  A flash of desire sparkled in Zoe’s eyes at the same time as a cool breeze lifted the hair on the back of Claire’s neck. “Grab our bags.” She unlocked the cottage door. “I’ll get the fire going.”

  By the time they unpacked and shed their clothes, the chill would be off the air in the living room at least. Not that the room needed to be overly warm. Claire’s body was on fire from pent up sexual tension. God, it’d been over a year.

  She almost made a joke about needing to clean out the cobwebs, then thought better of it. It would be inappropriate and not the sexy image she wanted to present to her lover . Is that what they were now, lovers?

  ****

  Claire freshened up in the bathroom, then returned to the living room dressed in a black spandex bodysuit that clung to her curves like a second skin. She stood in front of the sofa, back straight, chin held high.

  Claire’s pulse raced and her heart beat a rapid tempo as Zoe entered the room, her gaze on the hardwood floor as she approached. She wore a long-sleeved sheer white blouse which reached to mid-thigh. There was no need for modesty, Zoe was simply stunning.

  “Strip,” Claire instructed, her voice short and sharp.

  The look of longing and desire in Zoe’s eyes stoked Claire’s arousal.

  “Yes, Clea.” She pushed the thin material off her shoulders. The garment glided down her arms and fell to the floor. Then she stepped out of her panties, tossed them on top, and dropped to her knees.

  Her unquestioning submission sent a flood of heat and lust through Claire’s body. But right at that moment she wanted to look at Zoe. Claire placed a hand on Zoe’s shoulder. “The time will come for you to bow before me.”

  Ignoring her own arousal, she pulled Zoe to her feet then walked a slow circle around her. Claire drunk in Zoe’s naked form, the small dimples on either side of her lower spine. Her unblemished skin, smooth and pale as a porcelain doll.

  Standing behind her, Claire swept Zoe’s hair aside, breathed in the scent of strawberry shampoo, and kissed the nape of her neck. Goosebumps erupted under her touch and Zoe let out a low moan.

  “You’re beautiful,” Claire stated.

  Back in front of Zoe, she gripped her buttocks. “But, you need a reminder of who’s in charge.” Claire sunk her fingers into the warm soft flesh.

  Zoe’s muscles tensed on a gasp, then released again on an exhale. Claire revelled in her reaction. “You only kneel before me if I issue the order. Understood?’

  “Yes, Clea,” Zoe replied with a quick nod of her head.

  Claire’s palms itched to take Z
oe to hand. She plucked the paddle off the mahogany coffee table. “Let’s see how sorry you are.”

  A resounding whack echoed around the room, and the thud of soft leather rippled up Claire’s arm, when she cracked the paddle across the flat of her hand.

  Zoe’s heavy lidded gaze left no room for doubt how much she craved a spanking. Her breathing became ragged, nipples erect and begging for attention.

  As much as she burned to feel Zoe’s skin against her own, being clothed would make the power exchange that much more potent. Claire plopped down onto the sofa. “Over my lap.”

  Zoe held Claire’s gaze for a second, then complied. Her pelvis settled over Claire’s, knees and elbows pressed into the sofa cushions on either side. The perfectly shaped backside Zoe presented to Claire ramped up her excitement.

  “Do you need a safe word?” Claire had never asked Amy the same question. More often than not, Amy had topped from the bottom. This felt different, real.

  “Yes, please.” Zoe glanced over her shoulder at Claire. She looked uncertain, like she wanted to say more but was unsure if she should.

  “Permission to speak freely.” In that moment Claire realized they probably should’ve had this conversation first. Although, Zoe might not be so forthcoming if she wasn’t in such a vulnerable position.

  Unable to resist, Claire slid a hand between Zoe’s legs. She ran her middle and forefinger down the valley of Zoe’s inner and outer labia, finger sliding effortlessly through silky wetness.

  Zoe’s breath hitched. “I might sob like a baby, even cry out to stop, but it doesn’t mean I want you to.”

  The declaration sent an arrow of unmistakable lust dancing up Claire’s spine. She pinched Zoe’s clit. Zoe gasped and lowered her head. Brown wavy hair parted around her neck and framed her face like a curtain.

  Aroused by Zoe’s response, Claire prompted, “Go on.”

  “My safe word’s Kiwi.”

  If the situation wasn’t so serious, Claire might’ve chuckled. Rather than ruin such a monumental moment, a defining time of their relationship, she reassured Zoe instead. “Okay, doll. Stop means go, Kiwi means no.” The mantra stuck to Claire’s mind like a post-it note.

  Her pulse raced as she raised her hand and cracked the paddle across Zoe’s right butt cheek. Flesh rippled under the blow and turned a delightful shade of pink. Zoe flinched but didn’t cry out.

  “What do you say?” Claire ran a hand over the assaulted area, unsure how Zoe would reply. When all the inane comments Amy used to mutter tried to burst forth, Claire shut the door on the past and opened it to the present, along with the hopes of a happy future.

  Zoe waggled her bottom. “One. Thank you, Clea.”

  The words, like lyrics to a favourite song, made Claire’s heart sing for joy. “Good girl.” She cracked the paddle down on Zoe’s right butt cheek, firmer than the first blow. It flared red, and left a pretty white heart from the shape cut out in the business end of the paddle.

  Zoe gasped. “Two. Thank you, Clea.”

  At this rate they’d be there forever, something Claire normally wouldn’t mind but today she was eager to move things along. “I’m going to deliver a dozen of the best. Count for me.”

  Whack . The slap of leather on skin echoed around the room.

  “Three. Thank you.”

  Whack .

  “Four.”

  Claire picked up the pace. Whack. Whack. Whack.

  Zoe flinched with each sharp blow. “Five. Six, Seven.”

  Whack, whack, whack.

  The angry red shade of Zoe’s backside made Claire lick her lips.

  “Eight.” A sob.

  “Nine.” Hiccup.

  “Ten.” Sniff.

  “Thank you, Clea.”

  The petite Canadian’s stamina pleased and astounded Claire at the same time. It certainly belied Zoe’s timid demeanour. The way her pelvis thrust down against Claire’s with every blow, bumping and grinding against her sensitive bits, had Claire more turned on than she’d ever been dishing out a spanking.

  With only two blows to go, Claire let rip.

  Whack . The cracking blow resounded off the high ceiling and echoed around the room. “Ow, ow, ow.” Zoe jerked in Claire’s lap. Her back arched.

  “Wrong answer.” Claire chastised at the same time as she soothed the burn with her free hand. Zoe’s delicate flesh was red hot beneath her fingers.

  “T...t...ten.” Zoe sniffed.

  Claire was torn between correcting Zoe and pulling her into her lap. If she’d lost count, maybe she couldn’t take anymore.

  Then Zoe astounded her, again. “Eleven, thank you. Please may I have another.”

  Well, fuck, how could she refuse? Claire bought the paddle down on top of where the last blow had landed.

  Zoe bucked and cried out. “Twelve.” Her body sagged, tiny sobs muffled by the sofa cushions.

  Claire tossed the paddle aside, turned Zoe over and cradled her in her lap. “It’s okay, doll. I’ve got you.” She kissed the salty tears on Zoe’s cheek. “You took your punishment well.”

  The musky scent of Zoe’s arousal tickled Claire’s nostrils. She couldn’t wait to taste her. “Time for a reward.”

  Chapter 16

  Zoe burrowed into Claire’s embrace, relishing in the cool texture of her bodysuit. Even though the satiny smooth material soothed the burn of her backside, it did nothing to extinguish the fire between her legs. She had no clue why being put over someone’s knee and spanked turned her on so much and she didn’t care to analyse it.

  Before Zoe had a chance to come down from her high, Claire flipped her onto her back, pulled her legs apart, and situated herself between spread thighs.

  The sofa groaned in protest as they wiggled about getting comfortable. Zoe reclined her head on the padded armrest and closed her eyes. The world outside ceased to exist the second Claire’s head dipped between her legs, silky locks tickling Zoe’s inner thighs.

  Her breath caught in her throat and her pulse raced as Claire teased her mercilessly. The hot breath she blew across Zoe’s clit made her groin flare with heat. Claire tipped her head from side to side, lavishing attention on Zoe’s inner thighs.

  A delicious ache shot through Zoe when Claire nipped at the sensitive flesh then kissed and sucked the same spot. As her arousal increased, Zoe needed more, but Claire avoided any direct contact as though she wanted Zoe to beg for it.

  Something Zoe was more than happy to do. “Please, Clea. Please, lick me.”

  A wicked chuckle rumbled in Claire’s chest. “Do you want to come, doll? Should I grant you release after you were such a bad girl?”

  Claire’s mouth hovered millimetres above where Zoe needed her most.

  Excited by the sexual dance, Zoe gave the only response she could think of. “Yes, please. Please make me come.”

  Using the tip of her finger, Claire nudged the hood of Zoe’s clit back and flicked her tongue over the exposed nerves. At the first touch, light burst in Zoe’s vision and pleasure hummed through her body. Her back arched as Claire spread her open with two fingers and teased the delicate flesh.

  Powerless to suppress her moans of delight, Zoe gasped when Claire located her G-spot. She expertly massaged the spongy area in smooth, exquisite circles. Her entire body buzzed with desire, nerves pinging as though she’d been zapped by an electric current.

  Through half-lidded eyes, Zoe met Claire’s lusty gaze over the top of her pubic mound.

  “Beg for release.” Claire commanded.

  The husky timbre of Claire’s voice sent a thrill up Zoe’s spine. She ran her hands through Claire’s short chestnut hair, letting the silky strands slip through her fingers.

  “Please, Clea. Please make me come.”

  In response, Claire took Zoe’s throbbing clit between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. Her mouth was hot and wet. Fierce and demanding.

  Zoe’s entire body burned with desire as Claire devoured her with her mouth and fucked her
with her fingers. Sweat trickled down Zoe’s forehead, her breaths coming out in little pants. Muscles tensed as her impending orgasm drew near. “Oh yes, Clea. I’m so close.”

  Knuckles grazed her inner walls when Claire curled her fingers inside Zoe as if beckoning her to come.

  An animalistic groan foreign to her own ears, burst out of Zoe’s mouth. The second the first spasm gripped her inner walls, Claire bit down on her clit. Exquisite shards of ecstasy ignited in Zoe’s core and spread throughout her extremities.

  The pleasure-pain was indescribable. “Fuck! Oh, fuck.” Zoe’s eyes flew open and her gaze landed on Claire propped up on an elbow between her thighs.

  The intense look of desire in Claire’s gaze made Zoe’s nipples tingle. Her body shook and convulsed in ecstasy, as wave after wave of glorious release washed over her, an orgasm so powerful it stole the breath from her lungs.

  As Zoe struggled to get her breathing under control, Claire kissed her way up her body; the dip of her belly, under the crease of her breast, over her collarbone, and finally the soft spot under her earlobe.

  Claire gazed lovingly into Zoe’s eyes and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

  The taste of herself on Claire made Zoe yearn to return the favour. Before she had a chance to utter the words ‘your turn’, Claire put a hand under Zoe’s leg and pulled. Following Claire’s lead, Zoe bent her knee until her bare thigh connected with Claire’s centre. The hot wet crotch of her bodysuit glided effortlessly over Zoe’s bare flesh as Claire rocked her pelvis, riding Zoe’s thigh.

  The eroticism of the moment stole Zoe’s breath away.

  Claire panted, her breath hot on Zoe’s ear, her voice raspy. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

  The words sent an unexpected thrill of desire through Zoe. She hadn’t even laid a finger on Claire and the sexy woman was about to come.

  Exhilarated, Zoe gripped Claire’s hips, held her leg firmly against her groin and rocked Claire’s pelvis as Claire shuddered through her climax.

  Unlike herself, Claire didn’t moan and groan like a wounded animal. The only sound she made was a quiet ‘ahhh’ that rumbled in her chest.