Marla: A Lesbian Domestic Discipline Romance Trilogy

by Summers, Leandra

  “He does cope well,” Skylar said gently, “but Emma, he is exhausted. When I saw him last week he told me he was thinking of applying elsewhere: to a place that had shorter hours.” Emma looked upset. She had not thought about how her practice was affecting her assistant. “Why didn’t he say anything to me?” she asked. “He did not want to put you under further stress honey.” Skylar said. Claire looked at them, “Emma, your practice is easily large enough for two physiotherapists, two assistants and a full time receptionist. I notice you also do all the reception work.” Emma looked a bit stunned. “I don’t think you are looking properly at your work load and referrals. You should be able to finish comfortably by 4 p.m. every day. I think you should consider taking on a partner,” Claire concluded. Emma nodded slowly, her thought processes adjusting gear. “You’re right Claire. But I feel I don’t really know how to go about it. I’m not too good at the business side of things.”

  “Marla would be.”Claire said, “She is doing her Masters degree in Business Management.” Emma laughed at that which eased some of her tension, “I don’t think we could tear Marla away from her part-time job at the art museum. She adores it there.” Skylar agreed “I don’t suppose you’d like to be my new physio partner Claire?” Emma asked with little hope. Claire was settled in a partnership with an orthopedic surgeon and another physiotherapist near a local hospital. “Actually,” Claire said, surprising her, “Emma, if you were serious I might think about that. Our partnership is a bit small for the three of us. The local hospital is quite small. You are nearer the main city hospital.”Emma and Skylar smiled: this was turning out much better than expected. “I’d have to look over your practice in a bit more detail though,” Claire said, “and work out how viable it is. I do however live only fifteen minutes away. I would also need to discuss it with my two partners and have time to be bought out if all is agreed.”

  “Brilliant,” Skylar said, “You know Claire, you could use the flatlet here, if you did not feel like traveling every day.” Claire pursed her lips and thought about it. “That’s kind Skylar but I love my apartment. I’d miss my river view and the peace it gives me. I’d need that to unwind after work.” Skylar nodded. She understood her friend’s need for space from her work. Emma felt relief sag thought her. “If you do decide to, when do you think you could join? If you do, could you hire the receptionist and assistants?” she added in a rush. “Steady on,” Claire laughed, “one step at a time. Possibly towards the end of this month. Dr Hitchely is very accommodating and has also been talking about downsizing. This might work out quite well. One of the assistants might be able to join us.” They smiled. It was starting to feel like a possible solution was in sight.

  “So, let’s talk about Marla.” Skylar said. “Yes,” Claire said, taking a deep breath. “I love her.” she admitted. Emma and Skylar looked at each other. It was not often they saw their stern, in-charge, best friend Claire looking almost vulnerable. “That’s good Claire. You know she is placed with us by social tourist services and is under our care, so she has to live with us, unless permission was given, until her passport comes through.”

  “I think it’s best that way,” Claire said. “We can see if we will match together before taking more permanent steps. Has Marla indicated what she will do when she gets her passport back? Was she thinking of leaving or applying to live and work here?”

  “We don’t know for sure, but she has been so much happier this last month that we were hoping she would settle down here. We care deeply for her Claire, as we do for you. You need to chat to her and also open up more to her about what you are thinking,” Skylar said. Claire nodded. “You’re right. She agreed. “I’m seeing her tonight and we’ll do some heart to heart talking.”

  Chapter 4

  That night Marla waited with anticipation until Claire’s cream colored SUV drew up. She ran down the stairs, pulling her soft black jacket around her bare shoulders. Claire got out the car and kissed her. “Ready, sweetheart?” she asked opening the passenger door for Marla. “Ready.” she grinned. She felt so ridiculously happy. They were going to a small restaurant near to Claire’s riverside apartment. She wanted to lean her head against Claire’s arm whilst she drove, but decided it was a bit too soppy and she did not want Claire to think she was a big push over. It took just on fifteen minutes to reach the restaurant. Lights were strung up outside the large window and also threaded through the bougainvillea bushes outside. It was pretty and romantic. Claire ushered her inside and a smiling waiter them to their reserved table near the window. Looking out, Marla could see the lights reflected in the glass and the occasional lights of cars passing. If she turned her head she could see the dark outlines of the river on the other side. The riverside street lamps reflected in its water. She looked at Claire over the small flickering candle on their table. Claire smiled and leant across the table and took her hand. “Relax honey, we have a wonderful night ahead,” she murmured. Marla blushed again. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Her body was betraying her; such a mix of tenderness, desire and contentment filled her. They ordered their meals and a glass of red wine each. “So Marla,” Claire said casually, “Emma told me you would be reissued a new passport soon and before we go further into how we are feeling about each other, I need to know what your plans are.” Marla felt a bit surprised by Claire’s directness, even though her tone was casual. She realized that she had stopped thinking beyond getting her passport and leaving. Her world seemed here now. Here, in this vibrant city with Emma and Skylar and her beloved art museum job and now, with Claire. “I…well, I love it here Claire. I don’t want to leave. When I was at my last appointment with Mrs. Browning, she said that as soon as my passport comes through I can apply for a work visa. It means I could apply to work full time at the art museum. I did not really think about anything. It just felt like that was what I would be doing.” Claire’s eyes seemed to relax and her face softened. “So you are not going to run away?” she teased. “No,” Marla said, her voice suddenly sounding more confident, as her thoughts cleared. Claire’s questions were good she thought, it was helping to voice out what she wanted. “No, no Claire. I want to stay here. I want to work here… I want to...be…with you.” she almost whispered. “I don’t know if Emma and Skylar would let me stay with them until I got a full time post and somewhere to stay, but…” she said, not finishing before Claire exclaimed, “Honey, of course they would. You know how they care for you.”

  “I know,” Marla said, “but I was placed with them. They have no obligation to me once my passport is sorted. Besides…sometimes, I think they care a bit too much!” She bit her lip knowing Claire would know what she meant. Claire laughed. “Babe,” she said, “I will care for you much more they do!” Marla tried to pout but smiled at the same time so the ‘hard done by’ effect was broken. She felt so secure and cherished. She hoped she did not spoil things with Claire. Her eyes suddenly clouded over at the thought. Sensing her mood Claire leant forward and said, “Marla, darling, let’s take this one step at a time. What about the first step being going back to mine after dinner tonight?” Marla’s eyes opened wide in surprise and delight. She flushed as the waiter arrived at their table with their main course. Claire smiled broadly to see her girlfriend blushing like she did. She was adorable and so sexy. Marla found the rest of the dinner inexorably long. She could not help looking at Claire and noticing how sexy she was; the smell of her perfume and her firm body made her own body ache more and more with need as the minutes passed. Claire seemed to sense this and ran her thumb over the inside of Marla’s hand. Marla shivered. She felt her breasts swelling and a deep throbbing begin between her legs. Claire found herself wanting to take Marla in her arms right then and there. She called for the bill and then taking Marla’s hand, led her out into the night air. “We can leave the car here,” she said. “My apartment is just five minutes’ walk away.” It felt surreal and magical, Marla thought, like a movie. Walking hand in hand with Claire, the night air
almost heady. Or is it just me that’s heady , Marla thought. Claire’s apartment was a in a smart building that had lounge length balconies overlooking the river. On opening the door Marla was greeted by a night view; the river street lamps nearby and over the other side of the river, the twinkling city lights. It was an amazing view. She wanted to look around but that thought dissipated quickly as Claire took her in her arms and kissed her. Marla was left with an impression of glass and night lights surrounding cream and burnt orange décor. The apartment had a sensual scent to it and she wondered what it was. Soon she had no thought for that either as she felt Claire’s lips against her own. Her tongue found its way inside her mouth and she almost forgot to breathe. She could feel her nipples jutting out against Claire’s chest and wetness pooling at her apex. She hungrily kissed her back and Claire took her hand and led her down the passage to her bedroom. She pulled Marla’s jacket off her shoulders. Her strappy black top was next. Marla kicked off her shoes. Her hands found Claire’s silk blouse and fumbled trying to open the buttons. Claire pushed her gently back onto the large double bed. The fresh creamy, brown colored duvet caressed her back and she arched upward, pushing her breasts up as Claire’s body covered her. One hand undid her bra at her back and suddenly her rounded breasts were free and standing erect with desire. She cried aloud as she felt Claire’s naked chest touched them. When did that happen, how did she naked so fast? Marla thought hazily. She felt her jeans button being popped opened and the jeans were pulled down her legs, her little silk bikini panties disappearing with them. When Claire’s body covered hers again, bare skin on bare skin, it felt like they fit together as two pieces of a puzzle made for one another. She felt on fire and pushed hips against Claire’s. “Please, please,” she cried out, “I want, I want…”

  “What do you want? Do you want this?” Claire asked her. She suddenly slid down Marla’s body. Almost roughly she parted Marla’s thighs and lifted them over her shoulders. “Put your hands against the headboard.” she ordered. Marla lost in a daze of desire tried to follow her instruction. Her hands touched the headboard and she pushed against it whilst trying to bring her centre up against Claire. Claire lowered her head and holding her thighs apart she started to suckle her right over her clitoris. Marla screamed out and brought her hands down to Claire’s head to try and keep her mouth there. Claire pushed her hands away. “Hands on the headboard,” she ordered again. Marla put her hands back and Claire lowered her head again. It felt blissful, almost unbearable. Claire started to lick her on one side of her clitoris, then the other, then suckled her again. She could not help herself and she started to buck and cry out. Claire grinned, so this is what she likes, she thought. She left her position and let her lips capture Marla’s again. Marla could taste herself on Claire’s lips. She felt embarrassed yet highly excited. She ran her hand over Claire’s smooth muscled back and pulled on her buttocks so that their bodies pushed closer together. “Naughty,” Claire murmured. She lifted her body away and trailed her fingers down Marla’s soft stomach. Claire’s long, dark auburn curls sent shivers through her, as they touched body “Please let me touch you…please,” Marla begged. “Soon babe, soon,” she answered. Her fingers found their way to Marla’s very wet entrance. Pushing two fingers into her, she started to pump in and out, in and out. Marla was so wet she would not take long to come. Claire wanted to draw it out but did not want to push Marla over her limit for their first time together. Marla gasped, bucked, cried out and grabbed Claire tighter to her, trying to impale herself deeper on those strong fingers. She shuddered as she came and threw her head from side to side, small mewing sounds coming from her. As the shudders left her body, she slipped her hand between Claire’s legs before Claire knew what was going on. Her fingers found Claire’s desire filled entrance and she pushed her fingers upward into Claire. Claire cried out aloud and rode her fingers faster and harder. She shouted as she came and her wetness pooled Marla’s hand. She is so incredible, so sexy, Marla thought, looking up at her lover’s taut body, shuddering in its last throes of passion. Claire collapsed next to her and pulled Marla into her body, so Marla’s back and buttocks cradled in to her tummy and thighs. They lay quietly catching their breath. “That was, that was, so amaz…” Marla said. Tiredness filled her and she did not finish her sentence as her eyes closed. She felt cocooned in warmth, love and safety. Claire smile tenderly. Looking at Marla she wondered how she had missed such a sweet, sexy woman under her nose for so long. She tightened her arm around Marla’s waist and closed her eyes.

  Chapter 5

  The next morning Claire drove Marla back home, both feeling a bit reluctant to leave the comfort and security they had created the night before in Claire’s apartment. The week ahead was going to be a busy one. Claire had to start sorting out moving partnership and all the legal issues that went along with that. Marla and Skylar had to go down to the social tourist services department to get the reissued passport and sign off documentation. She then needed to apply for a work visa. Skylar would sign proof of address for her.

  When she arrived home it was to find Skylar and Emma were also preparing themselves for the week ahead. Emma was busy going over her practice paper work. Marla laughed as she watched her scratching her head. “Emma,” she asked, “would you like me to help you with those figures? If you could give me a national benchmark I would be able to help you work out a practitioner/client ratio and from there how many clients you could take in a week between two physiotherapists and two assistants. This will also help your financial business structure.” Emma got up and hugged her in relief. “Thanks honey, I do need help. I am good at the client care side but not so good at the operational side. It will be good for Claire to have this data as well.”

  The week passed fast. Claire was in and out in the evenings, looking through the therapy rooms and equipment with Emma. They examined the therapy pool and ramp and speculated on what they might add to the practice in future if Claire became a partner. Neil joined them in some of the discussions. As an assistant, he worked closely with the clients, developing a good rapport with them and his input provided valuable insight into clients’ needs and requests. Claire seemed happy with the set up. Marla’s spread sheets had also made the current practice client ratio, potential client ratio and incoming and outgoing expenses much clearer. Dr Hitchely was happy to let Claire move on as their practice had less client numbers. They both would miss each other as they had started the practice together. Still; she was leaving him with her very capable physiotherapy colleague. Their second assistant, Laura Schwartz, a South African who had immigrated last year, was going to come with Claire as their second physiotherapy assistant. That left just the receptionist to find. Claire decided that Marla should be part of the interview as well as her and Emma. The receptionist would also be handling accounts and Marla’s business knowledge would help them assess potential candidates in that aspect. Thursday rolled around and Marla and Skylar set off for the social tourist services department. Marla felt excited and yet also a sense of loss. She would no longer be officially under the care of Emma and Skylar once she got her own paper work back. Mrs. Browning greeted them warmly and soon Marla was holding a brand new passport. Skylar signed the release documents and Marla was a ‘free’ woman. They walked on down to the work visa section and Marla applied for a permanent work visa. As they left and made their way back to the car Skylar noticed that Marla seemed a bit subdued. “You alright, honey? I thought you’d be all excited.” she asked. Marla stopped walking. “Yes. Well, no. I mean, yes…”she trailed off. Skylar spied a café facing the nearby park and she said, “Come on. Let’s go and have a coffee and chat. Something seems to be worrying you.” Marla sat stiffly in the chair whilst they waited for their lattes to arrive. She felt embarrassed. “What’s up honey, what’s bothering you?” Skylar prompted gently. “I, well it feels odd. I mean,” she flushed and bit her lip, “At first I felt so annoyed when I arrived at your home and you had all these rules and boundaries. A
nd now… well, now…”she trailed off. “Marla, are you worried that you will get off track again in your life?” Skylar asked. “No, maybe, yes, I mean, I just felt so...”

  “You felt secure and cared for. Is that it?” Skylar asked. “Yes,” Marla burst out. “Yes. Isn’t that terrible? I sound so dependent… I...”

  “No, honey,” Marla said firmly, “It is not about being dependent, it is about what is right for you. You are someone who needs those boundaries and having boundaries makes you feel cared for.” She leaned forward making Marla look at her, “Marla, Emma and I will always care for you. We love you as our friend and we will make sure you have the boundaries you need until you meet a person who provides them for you. Which,” she added with a grin, “I think is not too far in the distance.” Marla gave her a watery smile “Thanks,” she said, “but I don’t think Claire cares; I have hardly seen her this week.” She pouted in a way which made Skylar laugh inside. “Marla,” she said logically, “you know how busy Claire is this week. You have even been helping her and Emma. You need to give her time to settle. I know how much she loves you.”

  “Well,” Marla said huffily, “one would think she’d show me that a bit more often.”Skylar laughed. “Marla,” she said, “I think you should be careful with your attitude. You might get a bit more care than you bargained for!”

  Back at home Marla felt lighter of heart. She decided to visit Claire that night. Without telling Skylar or Emma she slipped out the house and walked out to the bus stop. Once she reached the river boundary she waited for the small ferry across the river and walked up to Claire’s apartment. It was fairly dark along the river and she felt a bit nervous hoping no one was going to jump out at her. The lights were on in Claire’s apartment. Just as she was about to push the bell her phone rang. She took it out and seeing Claire’s name flash up on the screen she answered. “Marla, where are you?” came Claire’s frantic voice. “Emma has just phoned me. She said they could not find you at home. Skylar was worried because you seem upset earlier.”