by Donna Jay
At seven that night, Nadia exhaled a contented sigh. She leaned back in her chair as Simone bustled around, clearing dishes off the table. The meal had been absolutely delicious, the company every bit as enticing.
Simone wore a short black skirt, tight white blouse, and black high heels. Even without the frilly apron, she closely resembled a French maid.
Sated, Nadia drained the last of her wine. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” She had to admit Simone looked perfectly at home in her kitchen.
“Positive.” Simone dropped the tea towel, covered her mouth with an oops and bent to retrieve it.
Her skirt rode up, revealing sheer white panties. Damn, she had a fine arse. Firm and round.
Quiet as a mouse, Nadia dropped to all fours and crept up behind Simone. A squeal tore from her when Nadia sunk her teeth in, biting down on her left butt cheek. Firm enough to make an impression, but not hard enough to break skin.
“Shit.” Simone clutched her chest. “You’re lucky I didn’t drop a plate.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t spank your arse for cussing.”
Desire flashed in Simone’s eyes. “Sorry, Miss.”
“Are you?”
“No.” Simone’s lips curled into a cheeky smile.
Nadia lunged for the spatula hanging on a hook and cracked it across her backside. Another squeal tore from Simone, thighs banging against the cupboard.
“Stick your backside out,” Nadia commanded.
Simone didn’t move.
It’d been a while since Nadia had played with a brat, but she knew how to deal with one. Squaring her shoulders, she cracked the spatula on the benchtop, sending vibrations up her arm. “Now.”
Jumping to attention, Simone gripped the lip of the sink and thrust her backside out. No resistance, just obedience.
Nadia hiked up her skirt and lowered her panties, exposing all that smooth, creamy flesh.
Thankfully, the kitchen window overlooked the backyard, so the only one watching them was a lone bird in the tree.
“Beautiful.” She ran her hand across Simone’s exposed skin before pulling her arm back.
The first crack landed, and Simone exhaled a sigh, eyes sliding closed.
“Pardon me?” Nadia asked.
“Thank you, Miss.”
“Would you like another?”
“Yes, please, Miss.”
“What’s your crime?” Nadia delivered little taps, watching the flesh ripple.
“I touched myself after you told me not to.”
The revelation thrilled Nadia. Whether Simone had disobeyed a direct order or not didn’t matter. She’d as good as said she wanted to be punished.
The spatula clattered to the floor at the same time as Nadia dropped to her knees. She cupped Simone’s backside, nipping and biting until Simone was moaning and writhing above her.
Pushing to her feet, she slid a hand between Simone’s legs. She was hot and wet. “Is this what you did to yourself?”
“No, Miss, you do that to me.”
Nadia pulled Simone’s arms behind her back. She gripped her chin from behind and spoke into her ear, her voice low and menacing. “You didn’t finish clearing the table, Emmett.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” Simone’s lip kicked up.
Unable to help herself, Nadia chuckled. “You’re impossible.” Anyone watching would tell her she needed to hand in her domme badge, but then again she’d never been a harsh top. Playful, yes. Cruel, never.
Regaining control, Nadia marched her over to the kitchen table. “Sit.” She pushed Simone into a chair.
She landed with a thud, back ramrod straight, arms at her side.
“Don’t move, and I mean it. If you do, all play will stop.”
All traces of sass gone, Simone nodded.
Unable to resist the pull of her lips, Nadia stole a quick kiss before dashing to her room. She fished around in her top drawer and retrieved the same handcuffs she’d used to bind Simone to the headboard.
When she returned to the kitchen, Simone hadn’t moved a muscle. She looked submissive and proud all at once. The combination was intoxicating.
Nadia made quick work of securing her wrists before straddling her lap. She gripped the back of the kitchen chair, her face so close their noses were almost touching. “How do you feel?”
“Like we’re back in my office.”
Unsure if that was good or bad, Nadia searched Simone’s eyes. Desire and yearning shined back at her. So much need it took Nadia’s breath away.
And like the night in question, she captured Simone’s lips in a passionate kiss. She tasted like wine and lust; a potent cocktail.
The chain on the wrist cuffs rattled against the back of the chair. Simone moaned. Deepening the kiss, Nadia fisted Simone’s long, auburn hair, tugging gently on the roots. Simone tipped her head back, lips parting, tongue duelling with Nadia’s.
They danced the dance of lovers until they were both breathing hard.
When she could take it no more, Nadia broke the kiss. Simone’s chest heaved, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Nadia’s voice was thick with need. One kiss, one glance at this woman and she was a hot, wet mess.
***
Simone
Being bound to a chair was equally exhilarating and frustrating. She yearned to touch, to stroke Nadia’s cheek, to touch her own kiss-swollen lips. But all she could do was sit there, and she revelled in it.
In a sense, Simone was a conundrum too. When it came to every other aspect of her life, she liked to be in control.
Yet when it came to sex, she wouldn’t know where to start. The idea of ordering someone to their knees was as foreign to her as finding a snake in New Zealand.
Ludicrous.
Somehow, Nadia had seen right through Simone from the first time they laid eyes on each other. And now, here they were.
“Ready for dessert, Emmett?” Nadia’s smile was wicked.
“Depends what’s on offer.” Simone bit her lip.
“Don’t play dumb, Emmett.” Nadia shimmied backward and stood. Simone immediately missed the warmth of her body. Snippets of their earlier conversation came back to her.
Me, on the table. Naked.
Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry.
Perched on the edge of the table, Nadia shimmied her lacy G-string down to just below the knee and leaned back, resting on her elbows.
“Don’t make me spoon feed you. If you want dessert—”
She didn’t have to say the rest. Simone wasn’t stupid even though Nadia made it hard to think at times.
She leaned forward as far as the restraints would allow and snagged one side of her G-string between her teeth.
Moving left to right, she kept at it until she worked them down to her ankles. Nadia lifted one foot, then the other, and Simone dropped the scant piece of material to the floor.
The scent of Nadia’s arousal flooded her senses. Her mouth watered, desperate to taste.
“That’s one lash, and I don’t mean of my pussy.”
“Huh?” Simone frowned. What had she done wrong?
“That’s two.”
“What for?” Simone asked, not bothering to hide her irritation. She didn’t mind when Nadia manufactured reasons to punish her, reasons Simone often played up to, but this was something else.
“One for dropping them on the floor, two for brooding.”
There was no point saying she wasn’t, it would just give Nadia another reason to call her a brat. On second thought, if the shoe fits…
“Did you expect me to fold them with my teeth, Miss?” Simone snapped her teeth like a rabid dog.
Nadia quirked an eyebrow, arms folded across her chest. “Are you inferring I’m a bitch?”
God, how did she do that? Construe something Simone had meant as a joke into a punishable crime?
Because she’s a genius.
“Sorry, Miss.” In hindsight, she easily coul
d’ve leaned forward and dropped the briefs on the table.
“How sorry?” Nadia grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved her face between her legs.
The forceful move ramped up Simone’s excitement. She inhaled deeply, learning her scent, her taste. Musky and sweet.
When her tongue dipped inside, Nadia’s hand tightened in her hair, dragging her higher, until her mouth was hovering above her clit.
Following her lead, Simone focused her attention on the cluster of nerves, flicking her tongue over it and then sucking the swollen flesh between her lips.
The table creaked. Nadia’s breaths came faster. Tiny moans filled the room. The world outside ceased to exist as Simone lavished attention on her exposed centre. Toying with her flesh, licking the length of her slit, then back to her clit.
“God, Emmett, you’re killing me.” Nadia tightened her grip.
Simone’s scalp prickled, and she relished the burn. Nadia’s legs wrapped around her neck, ankles digging into her nape as she urged her forward, holding her captive. She felt like she was flying high, drunk on pheromones.
Nadia’s hips bucked. Simone swirled her tongue around her clit and drew it between her lips.
“Oh, yes, yes, like that.”
Nadia held her head, and Simone let her take control. It was freeing, liberating. For a small part of her day, she didn’t have to worry if she was getting it right. All she had to do was bask in Nadia’s scent and taste while she took care of the rest.
Her libido kicked up along with Nadia’s ragged breaths. With one final thrust of her pelvis, Nadia cried out her release.
As she came down, Simone peppered kisses along her inner thighs. For the first time since they’d met, she noticed a tiny mole mid-thigh. She kissed it softly and met Nadia’s gaze.
Her eyelids were heavy, pupils dilated, blue eyes almost black. She smiled—a radiant smile that made Simone’s heart sing.
Without a word, she slid off the table and released Simone’s wrists. As soon as her hands were free, Simone adjusted her briefs. They were sopping wet and sticking to her.
Nadia’s grin was wicked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter 21
Simone
What did Nadia mean she wasn’t done with her yet? Did she plan on tying Simone’s hands in front of her? Then what? Anxious to know but not bold enough to ask, Simone held her tongue.
“Up.” Nadia yanked her out of the chair, her grip iron-tight on Simone’s bicep. “Pull the drapes and dim the lights.”
Sure, ma’am, and you can just have a holiday.
Simone swallowed the words, mesmerised by what Nadia was doing. She climbed on a chair and undid what Simone assumed to be a smoke detector. Then, her gaze landed on another smoke detector above the kitchen table. Why the need for two in such close proximity? Had Nadia been the victim of a house fire?
Shaking off the morbid thought, she closed the living room drapes and put the lights on low.
When Nadia jumped off the chair, Simone glanced up. The ceiling light gleamed off a metal hook.
“A hook?” she asked, confused.
In response, Nadia reached under the sofa and pulled out a wooden bar with cuffs dangling from each end.
A spreader bar. Her clit throbbed.
“If you want to use your word, use it now.”
Watching with rapt attention, Simone shook her head, mouth clamped shut. This would be new to her, but the thought of standing spread eagle, her front and rear fully exposed and accessible ignited her blood.
With an approving look in her lustrous blue eyes, Nadia climbed back on the chair and clipped the bar to the hook, revealed by the faux smoke detector. Something that was genius in and of itself.
“Strip.”
The snap of Nadia’s voice undid Simone. She didn’t defy her, she couldn't. Her clothes hit the floor in the time it took Nadia to close the distance between them.
The instant their lips met, Simone was ready to explode. She moaned, subconsciously pressing into Nadia, loving the feel of her dress, soft as satin caressing her skin.
Nadia probed the seam of her lips. Simone opened, allowing her entrance. Her tongue snaked inside, possessive and demanding.
When Nadia finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. She stepped back and glanced up at the bar hanging above them.
“Rather than bind you, I’ll let you grip the cuffs. But if you let go, all play will stop.”
The scar on Simone’s wrist itched, and she resisted the urge to scratch it. She was safe, Nadia would never hurt her.
“Cuff me,” Simone said with conviction.
After a brief hesitation, Nadia bound Simone, checking the wrist restraints weren’t too tight.
“Safeword?”
“Nads.”
Nadia shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Spread your legs, feet in line with your shoulders.”
“Careful,” Simone said when the toe of Nadia’s shoe connected with the delicate instep of Simone’s bare foot.
Quick as a flash, Nadia’s hand shot out. She gripped Simone’s chin, eyes boring into her. “Pardon me? Do you want a spreader bar for your legs as well?”
“No, Miss.” Simone moved her feet apart until she was sure she resembled an X.
With a nod of approval, Nadia retrieved something from under a sofa cushion. Just like when she’d been masquerading as a cleaner, her dress barely covered her backside. It also showcased every delicious curve; her narrow waist, and the flare of her hips.
When she turned back around, a blindfold dangled from her fingers. Without a word, she slid the band behind Simone’s head, eyepatches resting on her forehead as she searched Simone’s eyes.
If she thought she’d find apprehension there, she was mistaken. Seemingly happy with what she saw, the eyepatches slid lower and Simone was plummeted into darkness.
With her vision gone, her senses heightened. Nadia’s scent wrapped around her. A puff of air ghosted across her lips.
Nadia kissed her, controlling every movement. She bit and pulled away, teasing her with small nips and licks until Simone moved forward, seeking more.
“Greedy girl.” A chuckle.
Footfalls padded away. Something clicked. A lock? Had she stashed her bag of tricks under the sofa, out of Simone’s prying eyes? Probably.
Images of the toys she’d glimpsed on a night that seemed so long ago played through her mind.
Startled, she flinched when she felt Nadia’s hands on her waist. She kissed her full on the mouth, then moved lower, cupping her breasts, pushing them together, lavishing kisses on both.
Simone tipped her head back, moans of pleasure escaping her lips as glorious sensations shot from her nipples to her core. Nadia had barely even touched her and Simone was pulsing with need.
A groan of frustration tore from her chest when Nadia released her nipples. Cool air hit the stiff peaks, making them painfully erect.
“Beautiful.” Nadia squeezed one between her fingers, the pleasure-pain making Simone rise up on her toes. She gritted her teeth, breathing through the delicious ache.
“You like that?” She squeezed her other nipple.
“Yes, Miss.”
“Well, we can’t have that. You need to be punished. Let’s see…”
A crack echoed around the room. Had Nadia just smacked Nelly against her palm? Thoughts of the paddle connecting with her backside sent a fresh wave of arousal straight between Simone’s legs. She was wet, so very wet.
Crack.
A blow landed.
“That’s one for being sassy.” Nadia ran her hand over Simone’s buttocks and trailed a finger up her spine.
Goosebumps erupted on her flesh sending a shiver through her body.
“Did you touch yourself after I told you not to?” Nadia nipped her collarbone.
“Yes, Miss. I couldn’t help it.” She hadn’t, but she yearned to feel the burn of Nelly again.
“Did you come
?” Nadia asked, the husky tone of her voice making Simone shiver.
“No, Miss. I saved that all for you.”
“Liar.”
The accusation stung. Simone clenched her jaw. “I didn’t come.”
“You didn’t touch yourself either, did you?”
Ugh, damn her. Simone didn’t need her sight to see the triumphant grin spreading across Nadia’s face. She could hear it in her voice.
“No, Miss. I obeyed your order.”
“Good girl.” Simone flinched, taken by surprise when Nadia tugged on a nipple. One minute she was behind her, the next in front. “But you still lied.” Something sharp clamped down on her nipple.
“Consider yourself lucky I’m not putting these on your lying tongue.” Another clamp bit down on her other nipple.
Breathing through the burn, Simone’s eyes slid closed behind the blindfold.
A second later, a hot mouth and wet tongue probed at her centre. Nadia cupped her backside, pulling her close, devouring her.
An involuntary whimper escaped Simone, her knees sagged, the restraints keeping her upright, feet shoulder-width apart.
She was strung up like a puppet, and there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be.
She might have a problem relinquishing control outside of the bedroom, but when it came to sex? She craved it, responded to it.
A groan tore from her chest, body quivering, thighs trembling, when Nadia sucked her clit into her mouth, nipping gently. She was close. Oh, so close.
Even though Nadia was on her knees, face buried between Simone’s thighs, there was no doubt who was in control.
“You want to come for me?”
“Yes, please. Please let me come for you,” she pleaded.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please.” It sounded like a plea. It was.
“So polite.” Nadia entered her, thumbing her clit. “Come for me, Emmett.” She curled her fingers forward, massaging Simone’s G-spot, and that was all it took.
She cried out, head tipped back, toes curling, as an intense orgasm claimed her. As her breathing slowed, she felt Nadia’s body slide up the length of hers.
Nadia lifted the blindfold and smacked her lips together.
