by Donna Jay
With a look of awestruck wonder lighting up her features, Simone wandered from the living area into the bedroom. “Wow.”
Nadia joined her by the door but didn’t dare step through. She didn’t trust herself not to throw Simone on the king-size bed.
“Who has a lounge chair and ottoman in their bedroom?” Simone ran her hand over the fabric.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nadia said, “It could be fun.” An image of Simone bent over the chair danced through her mind, closely followed by the toys she’d packed. Which, reminded her, they were still in the car.
Nadia pushed off the doorjamb. “I’ll go and get our bags.”
“What’s the hurry?” Simone asked as she strolled across the living room, hips swaying like a seductress.
The knowing smile reflected back at Nadia in the tall, glass windows told her Simone knew exactly what effect she was having on her.
The view beyond was just as spectacular. Lake Karapiro and Mount Maungatautari stretched out for as far as the eye could see.
“Check out the bathroom while I’m gone.” Nadia pivoted on her heel.
Simone sniffed her armpits. “Are you saying I need a shower?”
That hadn’t been what Nadia meant, but thoughts of Simone freshly showered and wearing nothing but a smile had her mind running amuck.
She paused, hand on the doorknob. “I can’t wait to get you naked, and mark my words that will happen, but you have a choice.”
“Always.” The warmth in Simone’s eyes wrapped around Nadia’s chest and squeezed tight.
“We either check out the rest of the complex when I get back, or we can do so later.”
“And what will we do in the meantime?” Simone’s cool-blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Choose, Emmett,” Nadia said, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
“I’ll let you know when you get back.”
***
Simone
The second Nadia left the room, Simone’s stomach tightened with anticipation. She dragged her gaze off the magnificent view before her and raced for the bathroom she’d spotted off the bedroom.
She was ready, ready to completely submit to Nadia. Whatever she’d packed in her bag of tricks, she could bring it on.
Nadia was like a whirlpool, sucking Simone in deeper and deeper, until she was spiralling out of control, powerless against the undertow.
Question was, would she come out alive?
The shower was divine, powerful jets revitalising her body. She wanted to linger but needed to hurry. After shutting off the faucet, Simone quickly dried off. The towel was soft as cotton and fragranced with lavender.
She stepped from the en suite bathroom into the bedroom. Everything about the room screamed of money. From the silk drapes to the plush throw rugs. The reds and golds reminded her of flashing dollar signs.
As tempting as it was, Simone made a vow not to google Lake Karapiro Lodge when she got home. She didn’t need to know how much the night away cost Nadia, and somehow finding out would cheapen the experience.
There was nothing worse than giving someone a gift only to be asked how much it cost. Or worse, discovering they’d taken it upon themselves to find out.
The door clicked open, and Simone’s heart rate spiked. She tossed the towel on the bed and dropped to her knees.
“I’m back.” Nadia’s step faltered, desire lighting up her beautiful features. Her appreciative gaze raked over Simone’s body. “Your choice pleases me.”
“Thank you, Miss.
Nadia sauntered into the room, overnight bags flung over her shoulder. She stopped when she reached Simone’s side. “Close your eyes, Emmett. Forget about the world outside.” Her voice was soft, soothing. “Breathe deeply. In through your nose.”
Simone obeyed, her lungs slowly expanding.
“Out through your mouth.”
Feeling like she was in a trance, Simone slowly exhaled. Her body relaxed and her mind cleared.
“Well done.” Nadia’s hand brushed the top of her head. “Keep your eyes closed until I return. If you move or open them, my toys would’ve come for the ride only.”
It was on the tip of Simone’s tongue to ask how she would know, but she was too far gone to care. She had no doubt Nadia would see right through her if she disobeyed, anyway.
“Yes, Miss.” Simone inhaled. Slow and steady. In through her nose, out through her mouth. Time passed, every sound amplified.
The rustling of clothes. What was Nadia looking for? What had she brought to wear? The shower turned on. Sometime later, it turned off. After a painfully long minute, footfalls preceded the delicate touch of a hand on her shoulder.
“Open your eyes.”
Simone complied. Her vision cleared, and her throat went dry. She ran her tongue over her teeth, working up enough saliva to speak. “Beautiful.”
A fishnet bodysuit clung to every delectable curve of Nadia’s body.
“Would you like to please me?” Nadia asked, towering over Simone.
Her imposing figure made Simone feel like a maid about to serve the lady of the house. The thought took her back to when their host had greeted them, and Simone had quipped only one of them was a lady.
“Something funny, Emmett?” Nadia grabbed her chin, squeezing until Simone expected to hear her jaw pop.
“No.” The word was a strangled garble.
“Then I suggest you put that cheeky mouth of yours to better use.” She grabbed Simone by the back of her head and shoved it between her legs.
Instinctively, Simone braced her hands against Nadia’s thighs when she toppled forward.
“Uh-uh.” She stepped back, out of reach but agonisingly close. “Did I give you permission to touch?”
“No, Miss.” Simone shook her head, cursing herself.
She felt bereft, like a child granted a single lick of their favourite treat only to have it snatched away, leaving her with a craving for more.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Nadia crooked a finger. “Come.” She walked backwards, and Simone followed, crawling across the bedroom floor until they reached the overstuffed armchair in the corner. Nadia kicked the ottoman aside, sat, and spread her thighs.
The crotchless bodysuit gave Simone a bird’s eye view of the place she longed to be. Nadia’s taste from moments before lingered on her lips, and she wanted more. Much more.
But she wouldn’t break her position until she was granted permission.
Nadia ran her stocking clad feet up Simone’s arms, soles caressing her like hands. A shiver ran through Simone’s body, and her eyes slid closed.
They flew open again when Nadia flung her legs over her shoulders. She crossed her ankles behind Simone’s neck and pulled her forward.
A command didn’t come, not verbally anyway. The powerful thighs holding her captive broke no argument. She wasn’t going anywhere until her Mistress released her. And that was fine by Simone.
Hands behind her back, gripping her elbows, she leaned forward. The rich, heady scent of Nadia flooded her nostrils. With one final look at her prize, she shut her eyes and closed the gap between them.
The second Simone’s tongue made contact, Nadia gasped. She took her time; tasting, sucking, exploring.
“So good.” Nadia’s hand snaked through her hair, and Simone stilled. Experience had taught her, it didn’t take long before Nadia took control of her own pleasure.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“Ah, um…” Simone faltered.
“Show me what you’ve got. Fingers, tongue, mouth.”
Unsure what was going on, Simone’s mind raced. Was Nadia asking her to take control? Surely not. “You want me to take charge?”
A wicked smile curved Nadia’s lips. She absently ran a hand between her legs, toying with the swollen flesh.
“Wanna try getting to your feet, Emmett? Try ordering me around?”
“No.” Simone shook her head emphatically. She couldn’t think of anything w
orse.
“Good. Get to it, then.”
Making the most of the offer presented to her, Simone flexed her fingers. She gripped Nadia’s arse and pulled her forward. God, it was like steel wrapped in padding. Unyielding yet soft.
“Easy, tiger.” Nadia chuckled, and Simone loosened her grip.
Nestled between her thighs, Simone ran the tip of her nose across Nadia’s clit and dipped lower.
A groan of approval sounded deep within Nadia’s chest. Taking it as an encouraging sign, Simone entered her for the first time. Heat and wetness engulfed her fingers. She chanced a glance up.
The sight that greeted her robbed her of breath. The look of rapture playing across Nadia’s face was exquisite; eyes closed, cheeks flushed, head tipped back, blonde hair fanned out across the top of the chair.
Lowering her gaze before she got caught staring, Simone went down on her, swirling a tongue around her clit. Moisture flooded her mouth, and with a murmur of appreciation, Nadia parted her legs further.
Taking her cue, Simone added a third finger to the first two. She pushed forward; slowly advancing, waiting, listening. The only sound that greeted her was Nadia’s low murmur, “More.”
She pushed in further, until she was buried deep. Tamping down her own arousal, Simone concentrated on bringing Nadia to climax, driving her fingers in and out.
“Oh, yes, like that.” Her hand tightened in Simone’s hair, but unlike every other time they’d made out, Nadia didn’t try to guide her movements.
It was both freeing and disconcerting. Keeping up the same rhythm that had Nadia writhing with pleasure, Simone fucked her with everything she had. She fucked her with her mind. She fucked her with her body. She fucked her with her soul.
She’d never felt so connected to another human being. Emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
Nadia’s thighs tightened around Simone’s shoulders. Her ankles dug into Simone’s nape, body tensing as if preparing for launch.
And lift off she did. With a guttural cry, and a final thrust of her pelvis, over she went, walls contracting, juices flooding Simone’s mouth.
Simone lapped at her greedily, unable to get enough. When Nadia shifted her pelvis, Simone moved to her inner thighs, planting soft kisses as her breathing evened out.
After a minute, Nadia’s feet dropped from around her neck and came to rest on the floor, body sagging in the chair, the afterglow of an explosive orgasm colouring her cheeks.
Knowing she’d put that blissed-out look on her face was undeniably empowering, despite being the one on her knees.
Nadia’s eyes slowly opened. “Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in…ever.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Their lips met. She kissed Simone with a hunger that spoke louder than words.
They broke apart and she leaned back, chest heaving. An amused smile spread across her face. “You are fucking incredible.”
Feeling self-conscious, Simone grabbed the nearby towel and covered up. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Not at all.” She shook her head adamantly. “I meant it. You blow my mind. I’m supposed to be the dominant one here, yet you make me wonder who’s really in charge.”
Placated, Simone took a chance and threw Nadia’s words back at her. “Want to try being on your knees? Let me order you around?”
“Go for it,” Nadia said, her gaze full of challenge. Damn her.
“Nah, I’m all good.” Simone sat back on her heels.
“Good girl. And you know what good girls get?” It was a rhetorical question. “On your feet, Emmett, and ditch the towel.”
Chapter 28
Simone
Excitement flooded her veins like a shot of espresso. She didn’t realise how wet she was until she got to her feet. She was warm and slick between her thighs, and it must’ve shown.
Nadia stood before her, so close her fishnet bodysuit brushed Simone’s nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
She cupped Simone’s mound and leaned in close, her breath warm on Simone’s neck. She pushed inside. “Good, you’re ready for me.”
She removed her finger and sucked it clean. Simone almost came on the spot. It was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
“On the chair, on your knees. Do not turn around unless I tell you too.”
Trepidation rooted Simone to the spot. Why couldn’t she turn around? What did Nadia plan to do to her?
“What’s your word, Emmett?”
“Nads.”
Nadia stroked her cheek, her eyes full of warmth. “Do you trust me?”
Unable to find her voice, Simone nodded, the thrill of the unknown replacing her apprehension from moments before.
“Good.” Nadia pointed to the chair again. “Get in position or get dressed.”
Always a choice.
Without another seconds hesitation, Simone complied; knees on the edge of the chair, elbows on the backrest, arse in the air for all the world to see.
Thank goodness Nadia had the foresight to close the bedroom drapes. Simone didn’t want to freak out any guests that happened to pass by. Now that’d be something to write home about.
Never mind Hobbiton, you should see how New Zealanders eat out.
The thud of something hitting the floor banished the ridiculous thought. The temptation to glance over her shoulder was all-consuming. Simone’s neck twitched, and she fought the impulse to look back. She stared at the top of the chair until red, gold, and silver, blurred into a hazy hue.
A hand rested on her lower back, warm and soft, and Simone bowed her spine.
Nadia dragged a finger through Simone’s wetness, gathering up moisture. Simone moaned, pressing into the touch, needing more. A slap landed and she relished the burn.
Before she could draw her next breath, Nadia appeared before her, standing at the back of the chair.
Holy fucking hotness.
Simone’s mouth went dry, her gaze locked on the phallus proudly jutting out between Nadia’s legs. Hot didn’t even begin to describe how she looked. Sexy. Provocative. In control. Sex appeal oozed from every pore of her body as if she’d bathed in it.
With a proud swish of her hips, Nadia turned sideways. “You like?”
The phallus was pink, slightly curved, and the perfect size for Simone. About six inches and not too thick. Simone wanted it in her—yesterday.
How long had it been since she’d been fucked? Longer than she could remember. Thou who shall not be named had refused to wear one, stating if Simone wanted cock, she could find a man.
Nadia gripped her by the chin. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Miss. I like it…very much. I was just thinking about how badly I want it inside me.”
“How badly?” Nadia released her jaw and absently stroked the phallus.
“So bad, Miss. Please…please fuck me,” Simone pleaded, not in the least bit embarrassed how desperate she sounded.
Without another word, Nadia stepped around the side of the chair. Simone watched her out of her peripheral vision, until she disappeared completely from view. Doing her damnedest not to look over her shoulder, Simone locked her gaze on a gold fleck in the wallpaper.
Her hips bucked, spine arching, when Nadia licked her from clit to hole, dragging her tongue higher.
Grimacing, Simone screwed her eyes shut. Please don’t lick my arse. Please don’t lick my—
“Relax, Emmett. I’m not going to lick your arsehole…not without a dental dam.”
Simone’s eyes flew open. How the hell did Nadia know what she was thinking?
“It’s my job,” Nadia said.
Oh my God. She just did it again.
“You tense up, I reassure you. The rest is up to you. Trust me to push your limits or use your word.”
That sounded like a promise, a scary and arousing promise. “Are you going to test my limits?”
“I am…unless you have something to say about that.”
Having no intention of using her safeword�
��not yet anyway—she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and put her trust in Nadia’s hands.
“Good girl.” Nadia swept Simone’s hair aside, kissing the nape of her neck.
Gooseflesh erupted on her flesh. The phallus grazed her centre, and the promise of what was to come made her throb.
Rather than seek entrance, Nadia kissed her way down her spine…and lower. All the way until her face was nestled between Simone’s legs.
She nuzzled Simone’s clit, sending a delicious shiver up her spine. Gripping her hips, Nadia probed her entrance with the tip of her tongue.
Simone groaned, pushing back, fingers digging into the top of the chair, knees sinking into the padded seat. Nadia ventured farther inside, rocking Simone’s hips back and forth, fucking her with her tongue, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Her breaths came in short, sharp pants, chest heaving, body pulsing. “Fuck.”
Nadia got to her feet. “I intend to.”
The thought of her sliding home sent a surge of heat racing from Simone’s chest to her belly, settling in her core. She was hot, swollen, and beyond ready.
“I’ll just get some lube.”
“I don’t need any,” Simone said. She was dripping wet.
A slap landed, and her backside smarted.
“How quickly you forget your place.”
There wasn’t much she could say to that, unless she wanted another whack. Now there’s a thought.
A dollop of lube landed, and any would-be retort fled. She shivered. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
“Not for long.” Nadia spread the lube around and pushed a finger inside. “So tight, are you sure you can take my cock?”
The husky timbre of her voice held the hint of a challenge. A challenge Simone was more than up for.
“Positive.” Now please fuck me already. She wanted to leap for joy when her silent plea was granted.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Nadia breached her entrance. She pushed forward, filling her, inch by slow inch, until she was buried to the hilt, leather harness flush against Simone’s backside.
