by Donna Jay
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Nadia gripped her shoulders, thrusting in and out.
“Thank you, Miss.” Simone’s voice was thick with need. She rocked her pelvis, moving in time to the rhythm Nadia set.
There was a brief pause in movement, and just when Simone thought she’d done something wrong, the toy fired to life, vibrating deep inside her.
Her entire body tingled, from the tips of her ears to the tips of her toes hanging off the edge of the chair.
When Nadia worked her clit, Simone gasped, teetering on the edge of climax in record time. Oh, how she loved a good fucking. Bent over a chair, ridden hard from behind.
Nadia’s pace slowed until she was barely moving. Frustrated, Simone clamped her mouth shut. She wanted to tell Nadia she didn’t need to treat her with kiddie-gloves, but she was too horny to risk being denied an orgasm.
Another dollop of lube hit her backside and trickled between her cheeks. Confusion clouded Simone’s mind. What was with all the lube?
The feel of something cold and solid against her puckered hole made her clench. Her eyes bugged out. The anal vibe?
“Relax, Emmett.” Nadia put a hand on the small of her back.
Her words from earlier came back to Simone. Trust me or use your word. Or something like that.
She could do this. Give it a shot anyway.
“Breathe,” Nadia said.
Oh, shit, yeah, that would help. Simone sucked in a lungful of air, unaware she’d been holding her breath.
The toy circled her rim, tiny vibrations mapping uncharted territory. She cleared her mind of every thought, every noise, the gentle breeze blowing into the bedroom from the living area, and honed her senses in on that one forbidden place.
To her astonishment, the duel sensations of the vibrator seated inside her and the one seeking permission was a heady combination. She felt like a wanton hussy. It was freeing, liberating.
Something she’d once viewed as dirty now seemed erotic, titillating, somehow.
Because you opened your mind to it, now open your body.
“You ready for more, Emmett? You want me to fill you…completely?” Nadia circled her rim. “You ever been taken here?”
She hadn’t, and Nadia knew that, but if she wanted to hear it, that was fine by Simone. “No, miss. Never. Please pop my cherry.”
That earned her a crack across the arse. “Brat.”
The smile in Nadia’s voice made Simone fall a little bit harder. She loved submitting to Nadia. It was easy to do knowing she was safe, and that she wouldn’t be severely punished for cracking a joke to ease her nerves.
“Push back,” Nadia said.
She complied, rocking her hips slowly until she felt the vibe breach her entrance.
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.
She held her breath waiting for the burn that didn’t come.
“Breathe.” Another dollop of lube landed on her crack.
She sucked in a breath and blew it out. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead and dripped onto her hands.
Relaxing her posture, She inched back a little more.
“Good girl.” Nadia slid in deeper, seating herself to the hilt, hand working the toy, and then—it was in!
Holy shit!
She’d done it. And why the hell was she so excited she wanted to jump out of her skin?
Nadia worked her like a puppeteer, sliding the toys in and out in perfect synchrony. Delirious with desire, Simone’s entire body was a quivering mess.
The friction of the toys, with nothing but a thin piece of skin separating them, sizzled up and down her spine.
“You like my cock in you?” Nadia’s movements picked up the pace. “My finger vibe in your arse?”
How the hell did she make something dirty sound so hot? Simone was poised on the edge, ready to explode.
Without thought, she reached between her legs and thrummed her clit.
“Come.” The snap of Nadia’s voice sent a jolt of pleasure straight between her legs.
An ache spread outward, curling through her body and exploding in her core. She came harder than she ever had before.
Was it possible to have an anal orgasm? It had to be. Her entire body was alive with sensation. Nerves pinging, muscles contracting, lungs squeezing in on themselves.
Air, she needed air. Simone sucked in a deep breath, forehead resting on the back of the chair.
She had no idea how long she stayed in that position, basking in the aftermath of having her body destroyed in the most glorious way, but when Nadia appeared before her, gently lifting her chin, she felt like she’d woken from a deep sleep.
“Did I drift off?”
“No.” Nadia tucked a lock of hair behind Simone’s ear.
“Was it a dream?”
“No.” Nadia smiled warmly. “Well, it kind of was. You were perfect. Thank you for trusting me. Sit for a minute. I’ll get you something to drink.”
Simone flipped over, backside landing on a towel. When Nadia had put it down was anyone’s guess. Her legs felt like jelly, and her brain didn’t feel much better. It felt like mush. A good kind of mush—soft and gooey make your heart sing mush.
Nadia walked back into the room, all smiles and luscious curves. Damn, she was sexy.
She handed a glass of water to Simone. “Drink.”
Suddenly drier than the Sahara desert, Simone gulped greedily. “Thank you.” She handed back the empty glass.
“You’re welcome.” Nadia put it down and slipped out of the harness.
Hoping her legs would hold her up, Simone pushed out of the chair. And there she stood, naked and vulnerable. Not only physically, but mentally too. Her coat of armour was nowhere to be seen. Nadia had shattered it; blown it to smithereens.
The time for sex and power exchange was over. It was just her and Nadia. Two women in their thirties. Two women with businesses to run and an image to portray to the rest of the world. But right here, right now, it was just the two of them. No image to live up to. No one to impress.
Smiling, Nadia shimmied out of the fishnet bodysuit and pulled Simone into an embrace. There was nothing sexual about it, just the two of them connecting, no barriers between them.
“I heart you, Simone Emmett.”
Unfamiliar with the term, Simone chuckled. “What does that mean?”
“It’s when you love someone, but it might be too soon to say.”
“Really?” Simone narrowed her eyes, unsure if Nadia was joking.
“I have no idea, but you’ve worked your way in here.” She tapped her chest.
“Well, you hold my heart in your hands.” Simone entwined their fingers. “Please don’t clap.”
It was meant as a joke, but at the same time, Simone hoped Nadia never broke her heart.
“Very clever.” Nadia kissed her softly. “I will cherish all of you forever.”
“Forever’s a long time,” Simone said, hating how insecure she sounded.
“It is, now let me take care of you.” Nadia led the way to the bathroom.
After washing and slipping into robes, they stepped through the French doors to their own private patio.
“To us.” Nadia held her glass of wine in the air.
“To us.” Simone clinked glasses.
And there they sat, basking in the tranquillity of their surroundings, watching the sunset, and dreaming of a long, happy future together.
Epilogue
Eight months later…
Simone backed out of the driveway of the house she’d once called home, feeling like she’d never lived there. The tenants she’d selected, a young couple with a baby girl, had come with great references.
They dreamed of buying their own home one day, but with house prices through the roof, they simply couldn’t afford it right now.
They were welcome to rent Simone’s place for as long as they wanted. She didn’t need it anymore.
Back at the place she now called home, Simone twirled the combination
lock and swung the gate open.
The day was overcast but relatively mild for the middle of June. By the end of the month, once winter was fully upon them, that would change.
Nadia came bounding down the porch steps, blue jeans clinging to her hips, long-sleeved T-shirt showing off her assets. Assets Simone had first glimpsed bulging out of a smock a size too small for her.
“I could’ve got it for you,” Nadia said, opening the gate the rest of the way.
“I don’t mind,” Simone reassured her.
From the day she’d moved in three months ago, the neighbour’s dog had become a Harry Houdini, escaping his fenced-in yard and terrorising Precious. He’d become such a pest they now kept the gate closed at all times.
Glancing around, Nadia let out a shrill whistle. Precious came bolting around the side of the house and raced toward them. What kind of cat came to a whistle? Simone had no clue how she’d done it, but within a month of living together, Nadia had trained Precious to do just that.
Simone picked up her beloved cat and nuzzled her fur. “It’s not your fault the big, bad dog wants a piece of your sexy arse, is it?”
Nadia snorted, staring pointedly at the ring of fur making Precious look like she had a permanent black eye.
“Don’t look at her.” Smiling, Simone dumped Precious on the passenger’s seat and climbed back behind the wheel.
The fact Precious had no fear of cars was both amusing and alarming. The sight of her with her paws on the open window, head hanging out like a dog, never failed to amuse Simone.
She drove through the open gate, and Nadia swung it shut behind her. Once Precious leapt out, she hit the auto-button and wound up the windows.
As soon as Simone stepped inside, Nadia pulled her into an embrace, her familiar scent—white roses—teasing Simone’s senses.
“Missed you.”
“I was gone for all of an hour,” Simone smiled into her eyes.
“Two.”
Really? It hadn’t seemed that long, but it never did when you were busy.
Nadia pecked her on the lips. “How’d the inspection go?”
“Great.” Simone exhaled a contented sigh. “The house looks fantastic. Lived in, if that makes sense.”
“It does.” Nadia’s face lit up. “A bit like how this one feels now.”
“Didn’t it feel like that when Darrin lived here?”
“Not really.” The corner of Nadia’s mouth kicked up. “It had this funny smell.” She wriggled her nose. “Like…men and dirty socks.” She nuzzled Simone’s neck. “Now, it smells like women and panties.”
“Strap-ons and lube.”
“Velcro and leather.”
“Crops and paddles.”
Nadia laughed and Simone joined in.
Rather than be resentful when he’d had to find somewhere else to live, Darrin had thanked Simone and informed her it gave him the kick up the arse he needed to find a flat that suited him and Rose.
After hanging up her handbag and keys, Simone made her way into the kitchen. Precious wove between her feet, looking at her expectantly.
“Sorry, sweetie, it’s not dinner time yet.” Gone was the wee kitten Simone had been given all those months ago, but Precious still had a porky wee belly.
Nadia pulled open the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. It was a little early in the day to be drinking, but she was old enough to make her own decisions.
Other than when Simone was submitting, Nadia never told her what to do, and Simone afforded her the same respect. She’d offered to go with Simone to the house inspection, but Simone had been happy to go alone and that had been that; no hard feelings.
If Nadia cooked and Simone didn’t feel like eating, the leftovers went in the fridge and vice-versa.
In fact, co-existing had been ridiculously easy.
Nadia retrieved two glasses and set them next to the bottle of wine. After staring at them for half a minute, she picked up all three and put them down again, her face a mask of concentration.
Amused, Simone shook her head. “What the hell are you doing, woman?”
Nadia wrung her hands together, her expression unreadable. “We need to talk.”
A slither of worry skidded up Simone’s spine. She pulled out one of the high-back chairs at the kitchen table and sat. “What’s going on?”
It wasn’t like Nadia to beat around the bush, and that fact alone made Simone’s stomach tight.
Remaining on her feet, Nadia shoved her hands in her back pockets. “You know how we’ve talked about metal cuffs?”
Simone nodded.
“Well, I bought some…” Nadia shook her head as if to clear it. “I mean one.”
If she was worried Simone would freak out, her worries were unfounded. Simone no longer feared metal cuffs, not when it came to Nadia, anyway. “If you plan on restraining me, you might need two.”
“What about binding you? To me. Forever.”
When Nadia dropped to one knee, Simone’s hand flew to her mouth. Was Nadia asking what she thought she was? Was it too soon to hope?
She’d dreamed of this moment, but with the house inspection occupying her thoughts all morning, it’d been the furthest thing from her mind today.
“Simone Emmett, Marry me.” Nadia made it sound like a statement, a question, and a proposal all at once.
Fighting to keep a lid on her excitement, Simone bit her lip. “Please.”
Nadia slid the small box onto the table. “Simone Emmett, will you please marry me?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Simone jumped to her feet.
Grinning like idiots, Nadia spun them in a circle. The second she set Simone back on her feet, Nadia handed her the box.
With shaking hands, Simone pulled the ring from the lining and held it between her thumb and forefinger, studying the silver band and small cluster of diamonds.
“It’s perfect.”
Nadia nodded, her gaze on the ring. “Try it on.”
“You do it.” Simone handed it over.
She felt dizzy, high, over the fuckin’ moon ecstatic.
Married. They were going to be married! The mere thought of it made her head spin.
Nadia slid the ring into place and held Simone’s gaze. “It matches your glasses.”
“Is that why you didn’t buy gold?”
“It is gold, white gold. And, no, that’s not why,” Nadia said. “All your jewellery’s silver. Your car’s silver. Most of your shoes are silver.” She pulled Simone closer.
Simone melted into the warmth of her body, transfixed by the love reflected at her.
“But more than those things.” Nadia tucked a lock of auburn hair behind Simone’s ear. “The night we met, you were wearing a silver dress, and the cutest silver stud earrings.”
The declaration took Simone by surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”
“I’ll never forget.”
“What was on my feet?” she asked, certain Nadia wouldn’t remember.
“Cream high heels that contrasted beautifully with your gold watch.”
A watch Simone no longer wore. She’d traded it out for a smaller watch with a thin, silver strap. It didn’t cover her scar as well, but she no longer felt like it was a dirty little secret she had to hide.
“Wow, you were paying attention.” Simone was genuinely surprised, although she shouldn’t have been. She would never forget the sight of Nadia that night. “You were wearing a gaudy blue smock, lace-top stockings, and strappy high heels. Who does that?”
“Hey...” Nadia nudged her playfully. “I was seducing the CEO.”
Love and lust exploded in Simone’s chest. Not literally, but Goddammit, that’s what it felt like. Her heart was beating so hard it was doing its best to crack a rib.
They were getting married. A happy tear ran down Simone’s cheek, and Nadia wiped it away with the pad of her thumb.
For the first time in Simone’s life, the thought of waking up and going to bed with the same wom
an, day in and day out, filled her with nothing but joy.
“When were you thinking?”
“Labour Day weekend?”
Simone appreciated Nadia phrased it as a question, and she approved of the date. It would signal a year since they spent an awe-inspiring weekend at Hobbiton.
“Sounds perfect.” Simone shook her head to clear it. “Wait a minute, that’s only a few months away, or do you mean next year?”
“Nope, this year.”
Anxiety overshadowed Simone’s elation. “But there’s so much to arrange. Flowers, caterers, guest list, celebrant, venue. Oh, Leah loves artsy-fartsy stuff. I’m sure she’ll be happy to do the invites, and—”
“Simone.” Nadia’s eyes twinkled with mirth.
“What?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Is that an order?” Simone grinned, her nerves taking a leave of absence.
“It’s a dare.”
Happiness exploded in Simone’s chest. Who knew what had started as a dare would end in a marriage proposal?
Their lips met, and just like the very first time they kissed, Simone was lost to Nadia; her lover, her friend, her wife-to-be.
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