by Jay, Donna
The blanket cushioned Claire’s elbows as she settled herself between nylon covered thighs. She dived on Zoe like a woman dying of thirst. The first touch of her tongue elicited a low moan from Zoe. Claire lapped up every drop of wine until all she could taste was Zoe’s essence.
Soft whimpers intensified as Zoe writhed beneath Claire. Turned on by the passionate sounds, Claire licked Zoe’s outer lips, then sucked and pulled on her inner labia, toying with the silky flesh.
Zoe rocked her pelvis, thrusting up to meet Claire. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
Claire smacked her lips together. “Would you like me to fuck you?” She taunted Zoe, fingers poised at her entrance.
“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Clea.”
The table leg creaked as Zoe’s toes flexed and curled in the confines of her black high heels. Every muscle in her body poised for release.
In response to Zoe’s supplication, Claire entered her, burying two fingers all the way to the hilt. Zoe was so wet, Claire couldn’t be sure if the damp spot on the blanket was from the wine she’d drizzled between Zoe’s thighs, Zoe’s arousal, or a combination of both.
After a quick swipe of her tongue, Claire set a relentless rhythm, rubbing the tip of her nose back and forth over Zoe’s distended clit. She teased her mercilessly, until… fingers grazed the top of her head. The contact was so brief, she almost missed it.
Pleased and disappointed at the same time, Claire inhaled Zoe’s musky scent, nostrils flaring as she withdrew her fingers. As if offering her some kind of silver lining, blood rushed to her knees when she stood.
A bereft looking Zoe stared up at her. Claire shook her head in reprimand. “You blew it, doll.” Wondering if perhaps she did have a slight sadistic streak, Claire stuck out her tongue and made an elaborate show of cleaning Zoe’s arousal off her fingers.
Chapter 22
The crackle of the fireplace sounded ominous in the otherwise quiet room. Tension mounted. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of Zoe’s neck. She didn’t know what bothered her more. The fact she’d let herself down or that she’d disappointed Claire. Five minutes into giving up control, she’d lost control.
In hindsight, maybe Zoe should have asked Claire to bind her hands as well. Being restrained without restraints was harder than she ever could’ve imagined.
The split second lapse, Zoe could only blame on the throes of passion, made her groan in frustration. Over the span of a few weeks, Claire had mastered her body and knew exactly how to drive Zoe out of her mind. She’d quickly learned how far to push and when to pull back to draw out Zoe’s orgasm, but she’d never abandoned Zoe so close to the edge. Until now.
Claire levelled her gaze on Zoe, her expression unreadable.
Not knowing what else to do, Zoe remained mute and kept as still as a statue.
“You just forfeited an orgasm. Understood?” Claire said, her expression and tone neutral.
Resigned to her fate, Zoe nodded.
Finally, a slow smile spread across Claire’s face. “Lucky for you, you’re capable of achieving more than one orgasm.” She shot Zoe a wink that felt more like a tug on her clit. “If you’re a good girl. I’ll grant you orgasm number two.”
Gratitude flooded Zoe and she let go of the breath she’d been holding. “Thank you, Clea.”
Claire sauntered across the room, closed the floor length drapes, then flicked on the chair side lamp casting the room in a warm hue. Back beside the table, Claire pulled the ribbon out of her crushed velvet corset and let the blood-red top fall to the floor. Her breasts were the perfect size for Zoe’s small hands.
The tempting sight tested Zoe’s restraint. Rather than reach out, she grasped the sides of the table.
Dragging her gaze from Zoe’s white knuckled grip, over her breast and up to her face, Claire gave a single nod of approval. “I told you this morning, sixty-nine’s better. Now I’m going to show you.”
Had it only been this morning they’d had that conversation?
Before Zoe could draw her next breath, Claire slipped out of her fishnet stockings and stood, then straddled Zoe’s face. The scent of Claire’s arousal washed over Zoe as Claire hovered above her, swaying her hips seductively. Even through the dim lighting, Zoe could see Claire’s labia. The pink lips were glistening and swollen with arousal. The tease of a promise made Zoe salivate. She swallowed, hard.
When Claire lowered herself to Zoe’s mouth, her miniskirt framed Zoe’s face blanketing her in darkness. Panic surged through Zoe and disappeared just as fast. They were miles from another living soul, and Zoe knew beyond a doubt Claire wouldn’t do anything without her consent, least of all surprise her with a third person.
Ignoring the knot of her ponytail digging into her skull, Zoe angled her head backward and ran her tongue along the valley of Claire’s thighs. She tasted sweet and tangy. If the theory that pineapple sweetened not only a meal but also the intimate taste of a woman was to be believed, this was proof in the pudding, or last night’s dessert to be more precise.
Who knew she’d be reaping the rewards of a pineapple cheesecake the following day?
With her vision hindered, in her minds-eye Zoe pictured Claire sitting atop her drinking in the sight of Zoe’s splayed body, Claire’s short dark hair barely grazing her shoulders as she palmed her breasts and rode Zoe’s face.
Liquid lust pooled low in Zoe’s abdomen as Claire took up a faster rhythm. Zoe firmed her tongue holding it in place under Claire’s hard thrusts. Her frantic movements and murmurs of pleasure turned Zoe on something fierce. Every muscle in Zoe’s body burned with need. Whether for her own release or Claire’s didn’t matter. The fire inside her was so bright it eclipsed all thought.
A surge of adrenaline shot through Zoe when Claire cupped Zoe’s breasts, the touch taking her by surprise. Inhaling Claire’s musky scent, she relaxed into the caress and exhaled a soft moan. Calloused palms grazed over Zoe’s painfully erect nipples sending a jolt of hot need all the way to her toes.
She felt the shift of Claire’s weight seconds before Claire walked her hands down Zoe’s torso, connecting their bodies inch by slow inch. Skin to skin. Breasts to abdomen. Abdomen to breasts. Mouth to pussy. Pussy to mouth. She had to agree with Claire, sixty-nine was the best.
A vertebra cracked as it aligned itself in Zoe’s lower back. Although Claire was far from heavy, supporting the weight of her upper body on her elbows, Zoe was still thankful for the blanket beneath her.
All thoughts of comfort fled the minute Claire’s tongue flicked across Zoe’s aching core. The new position meant Zoe had to crane her neck to maintain contact with the most intimate part of Claire’s body. The urge to wrap her arms around Claire’s waist, to pull her down and bury her face in Claire’s musky heat, consumed Zoe. Instinctively, she moved her arms to do so only to meet resistance. Realizing they were pinned between her sides and Claire’s arms, she exhaled a sigh of relief.
Way to go Zoe, you almost blew your chance to come again.
The throaty chuckle that vibrated low in Claire’s chest let Zoe know Claire hadn’t missed the movement. She’d probably counted on it.
Bracing herself to face the consequences of her actions, Zoe held her breath. Although, she hadn’t technically touched without permission. When Claire didn’t stop devouring her, counting her lucky stars, Zoe continued to feast on her lover. They rocked against each other, tongues delving, breathing laboured, sweat pooling between their naked torsos.
When Claire entered her, Zoe almost flew apart. “Furrk.” The word got lost in translation with Claire straddling her face.
“I am. Fucking. You.” Claire panted.
Her body weight shifted as she plunged two fingers in and out of Zoe, a thumb circling Zoe’s clit. Exactly how she liked it, needed it, to come hard and fast. Twine, softened by her stockings, tugged at Zoe’s ankles as she wiggled and squirmed. Being bound was equally exciting as it was frustrating. She wanted to touch but she didn’t. Not without p
ermission anyway.
“I’m going to come.” Claire’s words had Zoe teetering on the edge right along with her. She held her tongue flat, letting Claire take what she needed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that, hold still.”
The entire time Claire spoke, she didn’t miss a beat, continuing to work Zoe with her thumb and fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Come with me, doll.” Claire’s command was the icing on the cake.
A gasp worked its way between Zoe’s ears and Claire’s thighs as Claire trembled above Zoe, riding out her orgasm with barely a sound. Something Zoe had found odd at first but had grown accustomed to.
Unlike her lover, Zoe couldn’t hold back her cries of passion. When she came seconds after Claire, a muffled cry burst out of her lips. Every muscle in her body contracted and released as her climax ebbed and flowed.
Their sweaty bodies made a sucking noise as Claire righted herself. Fresh air swirled around Zoe’s face the second Claire stood. Eyes glazed with lust, Claire ran the back of her arm across her forehead then leaned down for a kiss, sharing the intoxicating taste of each other.
Still coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm, Zoe took a few deep breaths in an attempt to get her heart rate under control. Boneless, she waited for Claire to untie her ankles. That was until she discovered Claire had other ideas.
A sense of Déjà vu washed over Zoe when Claire nailed her with a wicked smirk and sucked her fingers clean.
“I’m not done with you yet, doll. Even though you taste delicious on my fingers, my intentions were to make you come on my tongue. Therefore, I’m going to give back what I took away.”
The sexy tone of Claire’s voice seared Zoe’s insides. She bit back a smile. One more thing had come full-circle today and she wasn’t about to complain.
Chapter 23
October 2015
After wiping out the kitchen sink, Zoe opened the window letting in a whiff of fresh air. The view outside of rolling hills and sheep, was as stunning as the first time she’d glimpsed it five months ago. She turned and smiled when Claire strolled into the room, looking as gorgeous as ever dressed in a simple lilac sundress.
She planted a kiss on Zoe’s lips, leaving behind the taste of strawberry lip-gloss. It hadn’t taken long for Zoe to associate all things strawberry with Claire.
“Mum wants me to take her shopping. Do you want to come along?” Claire asked.
Although Zoe adored spending time with Claire’s mother, Mrs Evans, she needed to bottle the beetroot bulbs and make some preserves. “No. You go. Enjoy some mother daughter time.” A thought occurred to Zoe. “Why don’t you see if your folks want to come over for dinner on Wednesday night?”
Claire tucked a strand of hair behind Zoe’s ear. “They’d like that. And so would I.”
The look of admiration in Claire’s liquid brown eyes made Zoe’s insides tingle. She’d never felt as loved and cherished as she had over the last few months. There was still a lot she didn’t know about Claire. That would come with time. And, God willing, they had all the time in the world. If they broke up for some unforeseeable reason, Zoe would be heartbroken. The thought alone was enough to send an involuntary shiver through her body.
The comforting touch of Claire’s warm hands on her upper arms derailed Zoe’s mind from the train wreck it had been heading toward.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Worry lines creased Claire’s forehead.
“I’ll be fine.” Zoe put a hand on Claire’s waist. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you as my girlfriend.”
Claire stepped back and crossed her arms. “Let me see if I got this right, the thought of us as a couple made you shiver?”
Zoe chuckled as she plucked up Claire’s car keys. Much like her daughter, Mrs Evans didn’t like to be kept waiting. “No silly. The thought of breaking up is what made me shudder.”
A devilish smile lit up Claire’s face. “I hate to tell you this, but you’re stuck with me.” She planted a bruising kiss on Zoe’s lips, then plucked the keys out of her hand and headed out the door. “Behave while I’m gone.” She smirked and flipped up the back of her skirt as she sauntered toward her car.
***
The sun was high in the sky as Claire sped down the driveway, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. Zoe stood at the bottom of the steps to the cottage, basking in the heat, breathing in the smell of spring; daffodils, and fresh green grass.
No sooner had Zoe returned to the kitchen when the crunch of tyres on gravel drifted into the cupboard she had her head buried in. She smiled wondering what Claire had forgotten. After locating a large cooking pot, Zoe stood and turned.
The pot lid fell to the floor with a clatter, her heart thudding in her chest when her gaze landed on an unknown person standing in the open doorway.
The woman had piercing blue eyes, long hair straightened to within an inch of its life, and wore a light green dress with yellow sunflowers printed on the front. She had a youthful face of a twenty-year-old but the air of someone closer to thirty. And, the way she stood eyeing Zoe up and down made Zoe feel uncomfortable. It put her on edge.
Despite the small smile the woman offered, Zoe sensed this wasn’t a social visit. She tried to act casual and not let on she was home alone.
“Are you looking for Claire?”
A look of distain flashed across the woman’s face. “God, no. I hope I never see her again.” She screwed her mouth up as if the words tasted bad. “Look, we need to talk. I’ve been waiting for a chance to get you on your own.”
Alarm bells rang in Zoe’s head. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. “Who are you?”
The woman glanced over Zoe’s shoulder then back again as if to check that they were alone. “Forgive me for being so rude. I’m extremely nervous.” She extended a perfectly manicured hand. “The name’s Amy.”
Torn between not wanting to accept the handshake and the good manners installed in her, Zoe shook the proffered hand. The woman’s grip was firm, her palm clammy.
“I’m Zoe. Claire’s girlfriend.” Zoe didn’t know why she said the last two words. They made her sound like a possessive lover. Which, at that moment, she could be accused of.
“I know who you are,” Amy stated. “I’m her ex.” The woman glanced at the phone in her hand as if it held the past. “She loved me once too. At least she said she did. It was all lies.”
Zoe didn’t want to hear the bitter words of a jilted lover. Plastering on a brave face, she moved to close the door. “I don’t see why your past history should be any of my concern. You need to leave.”
“Wait.” The woman put her hand on the leadlight door panel. “Please, just hear me out.”
As much as Zoe hated to admit it, she felt a twinge of sympathy for Amy. Zoe hated seeing anyone so distressed or upset.
The bleat of pregnant sheep in the distance made Zoe glance over Amy’s shoulder, but Amy’s focus didn’t falter.
“I don’t want anyone to go through what I did. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t warn you.”
That got Zoe’s attention. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what Amy thought she needed to warn her about. “You’ve got five minutes.” Zoe crossed her arms.
Amy cupped her hand around her mouth and lowered her voice as though whatever she was about to tell Zoe was top secret. “Have you ever wondered how Claire gets by without an income? How she came to own this place?”
It was a fair question. The thought had occurred to Zoe, but it wasn’t her place to ask. She’d been taught it was rude to question people about their income or financial situation.
The casual one shoulder shrug Zoe offered Amy belied the uneasy feeling churning in her belly. “Not really, perhaps she won the lottery.”
An extremely unladylike snort burst out of Amy. “That’s one way of looking at it.” Her expression turned solemn again. “I can’t believe I did that; this is far from a laughing matter. Look, Zoe,
you need to get out of here while you still have your dignity intact.” Amy searched Zoe’s eyes, her intense gaze bordering on manic. “Oh no, don’t tell me she’s already talked you into letting her video you?”
The woman wasn’t making any sense. Zoe screwed up her face. “She doesn’t even like her photo taken.”
“There’s a very good reason for that.” Amy raised her phone. “I have something you need to see, and hear, then you can make up your mind what you want to do.” Amy’s throat worked as she made an elaborate show of swallowing. “But, you need to get to somewhere safe before she brainwashes you.”
A part of Zoe’s brain screamed at her to tell Amy to get off the property, she owed that much to Claire. Another part questioned what harm it could do? Maybe Zoe and Claire could share a laugh over the craziness of Claire’s jilted lover. Zoe relaxed her grip on the door. “Okay, make it quick.”
“May I come in?” Amy asked, already halfway through the door. “It’ll be easier for you to see this without the sun glaring off the screen.” The woman paused, eyeing Zoe with something like pity. “And it’ll probably be best if you’re sitting down.”
Trepidation washed over Zoe and against her better judgement, she stepped aside allowing Amy entrance. Entrance into Claire’s sanctuary, paid for with what? Apparently, Zoe was about to find out.
Without conscious thought, Zoe found herself offering Amy a glass of water. Once sitting side by side at the breakfast bar, she prompted Amy. “You’ve got less than five minutes before you have to leave.”
Amy nodded and took a deep breath. “Claire courted me, made me fall in love with her, then started playing her games.”
Rather than ask what kind of games, Zoe arched an eyebrow. Amy blushed and lowered her gaze. “Sex stuff, you know, like BDSM, bondage and discipline?”
If Amy thought the reveal would shock Zoe, she was sorely mistaken. If anything, Zoe found herself trying not to smile.
