by Donna Jay
“Thank you.” Nadia placed a hand on Simone’s shoulder and stepped into one boot and then the other. Once Simone zipped them up, Nadia took a step back.
“How are you feeling?”
“Excited, nervous, frustrated.”
“Why nervous?”
“Because I don’t know how this is going to go.”
“Oh, but you do…Miss Sassy Pants.”
Crap. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt she was about to meet Nelly. It excited and scared her. It had been too long since she’d felt the delicious burn of a good spanking, but it hadn’t been long enough since Renee went too far.
She mentally flicked her fingers around her ears, banishing Renee from her thoughts.
Simone knew Nadia would never hurt her, and she needed her like a drug addict needed their next hit. She craved the heat, the intensity, the sheer presence that was Nadia.
“Up,” Nadia commanded, arms crossed over her chest, no offer of help.
Simone stood. Their gazes locked, and the lust she saw shining back at her matched her own burning desire.
Nadia’s lips crashed into hers. The kiss was hard yet soft. Simone melted into it, revelling in the feel of Nadia’s corset brushing against her nipples.
After what felt like an eternity, and they were both breathing hard, Nadia broke the kiss.
“Safeword, Emmett?”
“Nads.”
There was a small smile, then in the blink of an eye, the woman Simone had longed to obey burst forth. “Have you been sassy today?”
“No, Miss.” Simone shook her head, feeling like she’d been summoned to the Head Mistress’s office.
Tapping the toe of her boot, Nadia searched her eyes. “Are you trying to make things worse for yourself?”
Deciding how best to reply, Simone rocked on her heels. She was tempted to say something cheeky, but she was yet to discover how far she could push Nadia.
“Answer the question.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Yes, what?” Nadia’s nostrils flared.
“Yes, I wore my sassy pants today.” Simone tapped her lip, playing up to the nickname. “And I think I might’ve the other day, too.”
“You just earned yourself another lash.” Nadia pointed. “On your knees, Brat. Diagonally across the bed.”
Knowing the position would put her backside at eye level was both mortifying and thrilling. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and unbelievably horny.
“Beautiful.”
Simone jumped when a hand caressed her backside. In the next instant, her eyes flew open. “Did you just bite me?”
“Nipped.”
“Same thing.”
Whack.
The unexpected blow made her jump. Note to self, do not answer back.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you, Miss.”
She heard footfalls moving behind her as if Nadia was pacing. Was she eyeing her up like a piece of beef?
For a split-second, Simone considered looking over her shoulder but then thought better of it. Anticipation was a potent aphrodisiac.
“Remember when I sent you flowers and asked you to call?”
How could she forget? “Yes, Miss. I was the envy of the office.”
“And what was one of the first things you said to me when you called?”
That seemed to be forever ago. Simone racked her brain. Surely the first thing she’d said was her name. “I told you who was calling.”
A throaty chuckle burst out of Nadia. “Actually, it went something like this, ‘You asked me to call, so I’m calling.’”
How rude. Simone bit back a smile. She had too, and her voice had been clipped.
The next blow wiped the smile clean off her face. A breath hissed out between her lips.
“Well, your sassy pants won’t save you now.” The tap, tap, tap of the paddle against Nadia’s palm echoed in Simone’s ears, taunting her like a seductress.
“Let me see. What else?” Nadia appeared before Simone on the other side of the bed. “What did you say when I said, ‘If you go home, it’ll be in the back of a cab?’”
Was that a trick question? When did she even say that? Coming up blank, she lifted one shoulder. Simone’s gaze tracked Nadia as she moved to the foot of the bed before she disappeared behind her.
“What if I like riding in the front,” Nadia said, repeating Simone’s wisecrack.
A wisecrack that she knew was about to turn into a crack across her arse.
“Are you sure? I don’t remember saying that?” She waggled her backside, taunting Nadia.
A blow landed, this one harder than the first, and Simone relished the burn.
“Do you know how many other times you’ve mouthed off at me?”
Somehow, Simone knew this was Nadia’s way of letting her decide how many blows she could take.
She was under no illusion, that with time, Nadia wouldn’t be so lenient, but while she was learning Simone’s body, her pain threshold, she was willing to go easy.
“Six, Miss.”
No more words were spoken until six blows landed and Simone’s entire body burned with need. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her arms trembled, and her backside throbbed to the same rhythm as the pulse between her legs.
“Beautiful.” Footsteps moved away and then returned. “Look over your shoulder, Emmett.”
The sight that greeted her took her completely by surprise. She no longer had to wonder what she looked like on all fours with her rear in the air.
Nadia held a mirror in her hands, proudly showing off her handiwork.
Three bright red stripes marked each butt cheek, and in the middle of each strip where the cut out on the paddle left the skin untouched, was a white love heart.
“Nelly can be ruthless, but she’s got a heart,” Nadia said, and right then she could’ve been describing herself. She had a ruthless gleam in her eye, but she was all heart, and she was stealing Simone’s.
“Middle of the bed, on your back.”
Simone crawled forward and flipped over. She let out a sigh of relief, basking in the satin bedspread cool against her heated flesh.
The sight of Nadia eyeing her up like prey made her nipples pucker. A delicious ache blossomed in her core and spread outward.
She yearned to feel skin on skin, mouths exploring, breasts bumping, hips pumping. She wanted it all, but it wasn’t her call.
Clearing her mind, she spread her legs like a starfish, back plastered to a rock. Only, the ocean she was swimming in was Nadia’s stunning blue eyes, framed by long, thick lashes.
“Grip the headboard.”
She did as she was told, the cool wrought-iron seeping into her palms.
“Slide your hands across until they meet.”
Her hands travelled over the scrollwork, bumped over an intricately crafted rose, and connected in the dip of a vine.
The chain on the wrist cuffs clanged against the headboard as Nadia attached first one, then the other.
“Feel that?”
A piece of fabric touched Simone’s thumb and forefinger, and she gripped it. “Yes.”
“The strips are Velcro. If you freak for any reason, yank the end and the cuff will release.”
“Are you expecting me to freak?”
Gracing her with a smile, Nadia shook her head. “Not at all. But I picked the third item.” She dangled a blindfold from her finger. “Consent is everything to me. And I don’t just mean consenting to the blindfold. I mean respecting limits. I promise I won’t surprise you with anything we haven’t talked about.”
Apprehension warred within Simone. She toyed with the Velcro strip between her fingers. Reminding herself she had the power to put a stop to anything with one word sealed her fate.
“Do it.” Simone lifted her head and the look of respect and adoration shining in Nadia’s eyes erased any fear.
She closed her eyes. Her glasses were removed and a blindfold took their place. Shrouded in darkness, she w
aited, heart pounding.
A slap on her hip made her flinch. What was that? The taps advanced up her torso, to her breasts.
“Nelly likes tits too,” Nadia said.
Oh, wow, she’d never had her breasts spanked, if that was what you called it, and the light taps were electrifying, but not as intoxicating as the mouth that enveloped her nipple. She writhed with pleasure, pulling against the restraints despite not wanting to go anywhere.
After a few more taps, the paddle thudded to the floor and Nadia cupped her breasts, pushing them together, lavishing attention on one then the other.
“Fuck, these are gorgeous.” Nadia’s voice was thick with desire, ramping up Simone’s arousal.
Every tug on her nipples felt like a tug on her clit. Simone’s breaths came faster, her moans louder. The bed dipped, and the next thing she knew she was alone. Nipples standing to attention.
“Boo.” It sounded lame, but if Nadia insisted on calling her a brat, she might as well act like one.
“Oh, poor baby. You just earned yourself ten minutes time out.”
Seriously? Simone swallowed the word.
A buzzing sounded, a very familiar buzzing. Was it a vibrator? God, was Nadia pleasuring herself while she left Simone high and dry? Okay, she was far from dry, but she was fucking high. High on lust, high on the scent of Nadia. And, delirious with thoughts of her pleasuring herself. Did she have the toy on her clit? Inside her? Teasing a nipple?
The next ten minutes crept by. The buzzing stopped and Simone wanted to jump for joy. Thankfully, the restraints prevented her from doing just that.
“Have you learned your lesson, Emmett?” Nadia’s voice was low and menacing, her breath warm on Simone’s neck, her scent driving her wild.
“Yes, Miss.”
It was Nadia’s call. Things would move at her pace, and not a minute sooner. Her lips brushed Simone’s, and Simone tipped her head to the side, trying to get more of her. A chuckle vibrated her lips, and Simone smiled into the kiss, loving how playful Nadia was even when she was laying down the law.
The bed dipped, and in the next instant, Nadia plastered her corset covered body to Simone’s. Leather boots against bare shins, velvet and lace teasing her breasts and torso.
“Mm.” Nadia broke the kiss and slowly descended Simone’s body.
In her mind’s eye, she watched Nadia’s honey-blonde locks dragging along her torso, over her pubic mound, her thighs, and lower.
Startled, she sucked in a breath when she felt Nadia’s soft, wet tongue on her ankle. It trailed up the inside of one thigh, grazed her centre and descended the other. Tiny murmurs of appreciation emanated from Nadia as if she was dining on a gourmet feast. And that made Simone feel sexy. Desired. Cherished.
The second time she ascended Simone’s left leg, she lingered longer at the apex of her thighs. A warm gust of air blew across her centre, followed by a long lick, then another gust of air.
“So wet…and swollen.” Nadia pushed a finger inside, and Simone imagined her balanced on an elbow, staring at the most intimate part of her body.
It was equally mortifying and exhilarating.
Nadia’s tongue wrapped around her clit and another finger joined the first. Simone groaned, long and slow, back arching, toes curling, hands gripping the wrought-iron headboard.
Within seconds, Nadia had her on the edge of sweet release. “Oh, God. Yes. So good.”
“You going to come, Emmett?” Her voice was breathy.
“Yes, so close.” Simone bucked her hips. Just a few more strokes and she would be there, falling headfirst into euphoria.
Her thighs trembled, the metal chain clinked, and her breath hitched as her body prepared itself for launch.
And then she wanted to cry, scream, rant, and rave.
Nadia stopped, just fucking stopped. In her mind, Simone dropped to the floor, arms flailing, legs kicking like a child having a tantrum, but she laid deathly still.
To protest would only make matters worse.
“Well done.” Nadia’s chuckle was wicked.
Nostrils flared, Simone fought against the impulse to drop her lip.
“Time for a reward.”
With her sight removed, every noise and movement amplified Thighs brushed against Simone’s cheeks, the scent of Nadia flooded her nostrils, and a second later, Simone finally got to taste her.
For a split-second, she wished she wasn’t blindfolded. Nadia sitting astride her face, black and red corset plumping up her breasts would be a sight worth capturing.
Simone sucked one plump lip into her mouth, toying with the flesh, before doing the same with the other. After a minute’s contemplation, she took a chance and dipped her tongue inside, tentatively exploring.
When Nadia shifted position, she took her cue and concentrated on her clit. The rhythmic circle of Nadia’s hips, the bed rocking, low murmurs filtering into her ears, told her she was on the right track.
Nadia’s fingers slid through her hair, under her head and held tight. Unable to move, Simone did the only thing she could. Held her tongue flat and basked in the taste and scent of Nadia as she chased her own orgasm, riding her face like a cowgirl.
“Oh, yes.” Her voice was breathy, her breathing laboured. Her movements slowed, the room went quiet, and then she cried out, panting and moaning.
Simone lapped at her like a parched woman, greedily licking up every drop she had to give.
“Fuck. That was good.” Nadia’s body shifted.
Cool air washed over Simone’s face, and without Nadia’s thighs wrapped around her ears, her hearing returned in full-force.
The bedspread rustled, and something thudded on the floor. A boot? Another thud. Her other boot?
Simone’s mind went blank when she felt Nadia nestled between her thighs. A finger brushed across the hood of her clit, in slow teasing circles.
“Do you want to come, Emmett?”
Delirious with pent up tension, she replied with what she hoped was the right answer.
“Yes, please.” Her tone was as desperate as she felt.
“How badly.” Nadia pushed a finger inside, and Simone moaned.
“So bad, Miss.”
“You are bad, aren’t you?” She added another finger, driving Simone crazy with desire.
“Yes, I’m bad, so very, very bad.”
“Should I punish you?”
Her eyes flew open behind the blindfold. “No, please don’t. I’ll be good.”
A chuckle bubbled out of Nadia, and Simone pictured her killer smile.
“Would you like a toy?”
Alarm tore through Simone. Her butt cheeks clenched of their own volition. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
Nadia clucked her tongue. “You disappoint me, Emmett. But until we know each other better, I’ll let it slide.”
Fuck. Simone cursed herself, her libido waning. Nadia had said she wouldn’t abuse her trust and here Simone was questioning her motives.
“Sorry. You can untie me.” Simone deflated faster than a punctured tyre. She didn’t deserve to get off. She’d blown it.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Nadia disappeared from between her thighs.
What was she doing? Where had she gone?
The second Nadia’s lips met hers, Simone’s mind quieted. She cupped Simone’s cheek, kissing her deeply, passionately.
God, she could kiss. Their tongues duelled. Nadia’s hand moved from Simone’s cheek, lower, to her breast, squeezing a nipple.
Like a dying fire hit by a gust of wind, her libido flared to life, hot and urgent. She lost herself in Nadia’s lips and tongue.
“Would you like to get off, Emmett.”
“Yes, please, Miss.”
“Better. Bend your legs until your feet hit your backside. Drop your knees out to the side.” She tugged on a nipple. “I want to see every glorious inch of you.”
Simone did as she was told, opening herself up to Nadia. Never had she felt more exposed or arous
ed.
It felt dirty…like she was flashing the world, and the fact she would never do such a thing made it all the more titillating. Like she was saying screw you, look at me now.
Her stomach contracted when Nadia dragged her fingertips down her torso, across her mound and lower. Then her mouth was on her, top to tail. Thighs aligned with Simone’s shoulders. Her head between her legs.
Warm, hot lips enveloped her clit. Nadia’s hand snaked beneath her thighs, and then she entered her. One finger, followed by another.
“So hot, and wet.”
The words made Simone blush, always had.
“Can you take more?”
“Yes, please.”
A third finger slowly joined the first two. The feeling of being stretched, the most intimate part of her body wrapped around Nadia’s fingers like an erotic rubber band, sent her hurtling toward euphoria.
As Nadia’s rhythm increased, so did Simone’s arousal. When she drew her clit between her lips and toyed with the sensitive flesh, every nerve ending in Simone’s body fired to life.
Being bound and blindfolded, not being able to touch, was as frustrating as it was freeing.
She concentrated on her imminent release, the sheen of sweat coating her body, her racing heart, the exquisite sensations making her writhe with pleasure.
Her walls contracted. Close, so close.
“Come for me,” Nadia commanded and Simone’s body obeyed.
Nadia’s lips were back on her clit, driving her over the edge, letting her freefall into ecstasy. Wave after wave ebbed through her body as an intense orgasm claimed her.
As her breathing slowed, Simone laid there, boneless. Sated. Elated. She couldn’t remember ever feeling such a sense of utter bliss.
Besides her one fuck up, questioning Nadia’s motives, she couldn’t have hoped for a better first time together. Sure they had sex the first time she’d stayed over, but not like this. This was something else. This was what Simone craved, a loving, dominant woman.
The blindfold disappeared. “Hey.”
Simone blinked, blinded by the light and Nadia’s sheer beauty. Her blonde hair was tussled, her corset askew, and she’d never looked sexier.
“Hey,” Simone said, feeling like she’d woken from a dream she wasn’t ready to let go of.
Velcro strips tore apart, and her hands fell to the pillow.
