A glance at the clock told her she had less than ten minutes before Cindy and Jeri arrived to pick her up. She still wasn’t certain how she’d let them talk her into going with them to Chances, the local leather bar. Just because she’d played that stupid Truth or Dare game at Jeri’s birthday party and had even more stupidly told the truth about one of her favorite fantasies was no reason to repay her honesty by dragging her out to a club where she would only feel out of place.
“So come on, Al, tell,” Cindy prodded. “What’s your favorite jerk-off fantasy?”
“What makes you think I—”
Cindy and Jeri hooted her down, and Allie grinned.
“Okay okay. Truth.” She sighed. “I want to top this incredibly hot butch and have my way with her.”
“So why haven’t you?” Cindy asked.
“I haven’t a clue how to go about it. Afraid of being turned down, I guess.”
“Yeah, but,” Jeri chimed in, “if you didn’t have to worry about any of that…what would you do?”
“I’d tie her up and torment her and then fuck her silly.”
And after that, they’d badgered and cajoled until she’d agreed to at least go with them, just to see.
“So, I’ll stay for a drink or two to keep them happy, and then I’ll beg off,” Allie muttered as she leaned close to the mirror to apply her eye makeup. “At least then they won’t call me a chicken any longer.”
At the sound of her doorbell ringing, she shouted down the hall from her bedroom, “I’ll be right out!”
Hastily, she grabbed her keys and pulled open the door. “Oh!”
The woman standing on her front porch looked like she’d stepped directly out of Allie’s favorite wet dream. Short thick dark hair, cobalt blue eyes, a lopsided grin, and even, white teeth. The package was spectacular, and the wrapping even better. Long lean legs sheathed in skintight black leather, a matching vest over nothing but flesh, and a suggestive swelling below the wide studded belt that signaled a surprise tucked behind her fly. Her bare arms and stomach were tight with muscle. A silver bar pierced the top of her navel, and a tribal band tattoo circled her left biceps.
Allie resisted the impulse to touch her just to see if she was real.
“Allie?” Gorgeous Creature inquired.
“Yes?” Allie replied in a high, thin voice she barely recognized. She cleared her throat, feeling foolish. “Can I help you?”
Again the megawatt grin, this time accompanied by a subtle shrug of broad, strong shoulders that set off ripples of pleasure in the pit of Allie’s stomach.
“I’m Ryan.” Fantasy Lover extended her hand. “And I’m yours for the evening.”
Allie stared. Heartbreak Material was obviously a nutcase. “There’s been a mistake.”
Ryan smiled as if she’d heard that one before.
Allie hurried on, “I was just on my way out.” She started to close the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Cindy and Jeri won’t be coming, so there’s no need to hurry.”
The little voice of reason in Allie’s head screamed, Close the door! but the part of her brain ruled by Id won out. She leaned against the half-open door. “How do you know them?”
Ryan slid two long tapering fingers into the slit pocket on the front of her vest and teased out a folded piece of paper. She held it out between her fingers. Clever fingers. “The work order.”
“I’m sure there’s…” Allie took the note, skimmed the few lines, and laughed in disbelief. “They paid for you to be my…slave?”
“If you desire.” Ryan nodded toward the paper. “Apparently they thought you would prefer that. However, if you would like to reverse the scene, that can be arranged.”
“I’m going to kill them,” Allie muttered under her breath. Still, she was beyond intrigued, and there really didn’t seem to be anything overtly crazy about the woman standing in front of her. Well, if you didn’t count the fact that she…hired out…as a sex slave. She looked Ryan up and down. “And if I want to be the slave, do you just…switch?”
“I can,” Ryan said seriously, “but you might prefer a replace—”
“No!” Allie spoke so quickly that she surprised them both. Blushing, she added hastily, “I mean, this…arrangement…seems fine.”
“I’m glad.”
Allie studied Ryan’s face, certain that she had heard gentle sincerity in her voice. But then, nothing about the situation was real. So what did it matter how she sounded? “You’re serious?”
“Yes, quite.”
“Are you…is this…safe?”
Ryan nodded. “If you mean me, yes. If you mean anything that might happen, the answer is also yes. I’m experienced, and you can trust that I won’t allow anything to happen that either of us would regret.”
Allie released the door, and it swung open as she leaned her back against the doorjamb, her arms crossed just below her breasts. The very idea of having sex with Ryan, a perfect stranger, was perversely exciting. She was hot. But every time Allie thought of actually dominating her, of being free to do anything she wanted with her, she felt a thrill that was entirely new. It went beyond physical excitement. It was as if every cell in her body buzzed with sexual anticipation. “And you’ll enjoy it?”
Ryan bowed her head, dropping her gaze from Allie’s for the first time. “It would be my pleasure to serve you.”
“I don’t know wh—”
“Perhaps you wish to bring me inside where it is more private. So you may examine me and determine if I please you. Mistress.”
Allie’s breath caught as heat raced over her skin. She knew if she thought about what she was doing, she’d close the door and leave Ryan standing alone in the dark. And she’d never know if her fantasies were any more than that—unrequited dreams. She’d imagined just what she’d do so many times—she’d only been waiting for permission. She stepped inside. “Follow me.”
Then Allie turned and walked to her bedroom. She did not look back when she flicked on the small lamp just inside the door, but she knew Ryan was behind her. She could smell her. The thick, hot odor of desire. She sensed as soon as Ryan had lowered her gaze that she was saying Allie was in charge, and Allie didn’t intend to pass up this chance to do what she’d been dreaming of.
“Kneel by the bed,” Allie said, pleased by the quickly muffled gasp. She slowly circled Ryan’s kneeling form, all of her senses inexplicably heightened. She saw the tiny hairs at the back of Ryan’s neck flutter as she passed and heard the breath rush in and out of Ryan’s chest. Seeing all that power and beauty harnessed and waiting, hers to command, drove the last whispers of resistance from her consciousness. Everything in the room receded from her awareness except Ryan and the steady rush of blood into her pulsing clit.
She stopped and traced her fingernail along the edge of Ryan’s jaw, over her chin, and down her throat. “Take off your vest.”
Wordlessly, Ryan unbuttoned her vest and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts rose proudly, tight cones tipped with hard dark nipples. Allie grasped one and twisted slowly. With a groan, Ryan tipped her head back, her eyes half closed.
“Oh did I hur—”
“I am here for your pleasure.” Ryan caught Allie’s free hand and drew it to her other breast. “Pain arouses me. You can trust me to say enough.”
Allie heard the unspoken message. She won’t tell me what to do. She’ll only tell me to stop.
Allie caught Ryan’s other nipple and set up a back-and-forth rhythm, tugging and squeezing, first one then the other. After a few minutes, Ryan’s thighs flexed and her hips jutted up with each jerk on her breasts. She panted, her hands lying palm up by her sides, the supplicant before the altar of desire.
“You like this,” Allie grunted through the heavy curtain of lust that clouded her vision. Her jeans cut into her swollen sex, riding over her clit, rough and raw and almost hard enough to make her come.
“Yes,” Ryan said through gritted teeth. “Christ yes.”
Allie barely gave Ryan time to get her balance before she grasped Ryan’s breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Ryan’s flesh was hot, so hot. And sweet. She bit down, unthinking, aching inside. So hungry for her. She pressed her crotch against Ryan’s iron-hard thigh. She wanted to get off, needed to. She bit again, mindlessly.
So softly Allie could barely hear, Ryan whispered, “Harder.”
Allie shivered and fanned her fingers over Ryan’s throat. Blood raced wildly beneath her hand. “Would you like that? For me to suck on your breasts, leave my marks on you?”
Ryan swallowed convulsively, her hands trembling on her thighs. She had not been given permission to touch. “Yes.”
“Then why should I?” Allie mused, struggling to appear calm when all she wanted was to rub her hard, wet clit over Ryan’s skin and drench her in come. But that would be too easy. For both of them. “I’m not here to pleasure you, am I?”
“No, Mi—”
“You may call me Allie,” Allie said, molding her palm to the soft, warm leather between Ryan’s legs. She squeezed and massaged the firm cock inside. “Say my name. When you beg me to let you come.”
Ryan’s legs jerked and she moaned. She panted out, “I…stop, please…I want…oh…”
She’s good. I wonder just how much she’s playing. Allie jerked her off methodically, relentlessly, until she knew it wasn’t an act and that Ryan would come with a few more twists of her wrist. She wanted her to, wanted to see this strong, sexy woman writhe on the floor, coming for her. But she hadn’t reached the end of her fantasy just yet.
“Should I stop now?”
“If it pleases you to stop,” Ryan gasped. “I want…I…”
“What, Ryan. What do you want?” Allie demanded harshly.
“Let me make you come…Allie.”
Allie yanked her hand away and in one motion stripped off her tee. She cupped her own breast and fisted the other hand in Ryan’s hair. She jerked Ryan’s head down. “Not until I say.”
Ryan’s mouth was warm, her tongue just rough enough to burn her nipple with rapid swipes in between the tease of teeth. Eyes closed, Allie swayed beneath the onslaught, releasing Ryan’s head to fumble with her own jeans. She got them open and the zipper down.
“Stroke my clit,” Allie gasped. When she felt Ryan’s hand skim down her belly, she grabbed her wrist and forced it down the tight vee of her jeans. “Oh yes…hard, I like it hard.”
The force of Ryan’s arm pumping and Allie’s hips thrusting in response propelled them toward the bed. Allie’s knees hit the edge and she fell, Ryan following her down. The fingers on Allie’s clit drove into her cunt, impaling her with pleasure. She arched off the bed, screaming as she came.
Before the last electric jolt pulsed from her clit to her core, Allie shoved Ryan off and onto her back. Just as fast, she pushed her jeans off, straddled Ryan’s hips, and pinned her to the bed with her hands clamped on her shoulders. “I did not tell you to make me come,” she panted, sweat dripping from her face onto Ryan’s.
“I…I’m sorry, Allie,” Ryan murmured, licking the drops from her lips. Her chest was damp, washed gold in the slanting lamplight, her stomach tight, muscles rippling.
“I don’t care if you’re sorry.” Allie ran her nails down the center of Ryan’s stomach, twisting the silver bar in her navel as she passed. Ryan groaned. “You do not make me come without permission.”
“Yes, Allie.”
Allie tugged loose Ryan’s belt, then cinched it around both of Ryan’s wrists and looped it over the bed frame, tethering her arms above her head. “You do not come until I say.”
“Ye-yes, Allie.” Ryan’s thighs twitched.
“You ask to come.” Allie flicked open the button on Ryan’s pants and pushed her hand inside, watching the pulse jump in Ryan’s throat. She pulled out Ryan’s cock, raised her hips, and took it in to the hilt. She nearly came with the sudden pressure on her clit. Her head snapped back and her breasts heaved. She closed her eyes and rode. “Oh, so good.”
“Please,” Ryan whispered. “Touch my breasts.”
Allie tugged on Ryan’s nipples to the tempo of her pistoning hips. Ryan’s thighs went rigid and she arched from the bed. “Fuck my cock, Allie. Fuck it.”
“Yes, yes,” Allie chanted, sliding almost all the way off the thick length before plunging back down, one long stroke after another. “Yes yes yes.”
Ryan thrust to meet her. Faster, harder, deeper—“I’m going to come!”
Allie’s eyes snapped open. “You are not!”
“Please, please,” Ryan gasped, head thrashing as she struggled to free her wrists. “Allie, please…oh please…I need to co—”
“Ryan,” Allie shouted, pulling Ryan’s head back by her hair. “You will not come before I do.”
Ryan’s eyes were glazed, her mouth soft and vulnerable. “Yes, Allie.”
Allie’s cunt spasmed and clamped down on the cock. Her clit turned to stone. “Ohh, here I come.” She brushed her breasts over Ryan’s face and shuddered, bearing down, forcing the cock into the base of Ryan’s clit. “Come with me.”
“Thank you, Allie,” Ryan gasped, her mouth against Allie’s breast.
Allie came twice as Ryan plunged into her, coming long and hard with broken shouts of pent-up pleasure. When Allie’s muscles were too weak to hold her up any longer, she fell onto her side. Ryan’s cock slipped out. “Unh, miss you already.” She released Ryan’s wrists, then dragged her hand down Ryan’s hip and grasped the shaft, tugging it until Ryan twitched and groaned. “Nice.”
“Thank you.”
Allie opened one eye. “How did you know I’d want it?”
Ryan grinned. “Didn’t. Just wanted to be prepared.”
“Good idea.” Allie sighed contentedly and skimmed her fingers over Ryan’s mouth. “Mine for the night, you said?”
“As long as you desire. Mistress.”
“I can see you still need instruction.” Allie kissed her. “This time, try to do as you’re told.”
Ryan laughed. “Yes, Allie.”
Making It Easy
Saskia Walker
Sometimes it’s hard to say hello. Saying “I want you” can be harder still.
I want you. The words were drumming in my head and in my heart, louder, louder, daring me to blurt them out. But how would she react? My body was on fire with need to see her, to touch her, to taste her—but my stomach was balled with anxiety. Chill, I told myself. Chill.
Chrissie was so self-assured, so knowing, and I was a bundle of nerves. The last thing I wanted to do was stutter and stumble my way through a conversation, when what I really wanted to do was to tell her how I felt, to ask her if she was interested in more. Damn it.
I sighed, rested back in my seat, and eyed the road ahead. The creak of the shelves behind me had become familiar now and I didn’t need to look back through the hatch to reassure myself the books were safe. They were captured in angled metal shelves, the mobile library taking on the road like a loaded barge, sturdy and resolute.
The rolling landscape of the Yorkshire moors filled my vision. The road was a gray ribbon unfurling across the expanse of fields, the English countryside made up of patches of green, marked out by old stone walls. A line of cottages rose up to break the horizon, signaling the village of Etherington. We’d be there inside five minutes. Tension beaded up my spine. I’d waited impatiently to see her again, to be here and to absorb the smile that fueled my imagination so vividly. At night, I twisted in my sheets, thinking about her, wet with longing to lose myself in her arms.
She’d known as soon as she caught sight of me standing there in her shop, gawky and mesmerized by her smile. She’d known and she’d responded. Gently, soft and all woman. I wanted her from the first instant, and what had been a gem of desire that I had nurtured and treasured had now become a nagging need to confide and take action.
I’d first met Chrissie when I went into the
small village shop to pick up a chocolate bar and a newspaper at the end of my first week in the new job. It was also the first time we had pulled into Etherington. Brian, my senior, announced we took lunch there and that meant he visited an old pal for an hour. When I glanced round and asked what there was for me to do, he nodded over at the post office sign.
“Village shop, post office too. Get yourself some lunch. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.” He hauled the brake on, drawing the mobile library to a halt in the bus lay-by.
“Isn’t it illegal to park here?”
“It’s a peaceful place. The buses only come by every other hour, we’ll be fine.”
“Do we have any customers here?” I nodded back at our store of books, the stock that kept the isolated villagers supplied with reading material.
“Three. Ida has a large-print romance. I’ve got three new ones for her to choose from. Bill likes something on bird watching, and he won’t remember if he’s read the book before. Jonathan will read anything on politics or health, but be prepared for a lecture on the state of the world when we hand it over.” He glanced at the clock on the dash. “No need to think about that until one thirty, though. Union rules.” He winked and opened his door. “There’s a pretty bench overlooking the churchyard. P’raps get yourself some food to fatten you up and head over there.” With those words of sage advice he climbed out of the cab and disappeared.
“Fine. Whatever,” I murmured to myself. Brian was okay, a likeable person, even if he had assumed a rather fatherly role in my life. We’d established a reasonable working relationship in the week since I’d started on the mobile library run, and he’d even promised I could drive the wagon on occasion. “In time,” he’d added, “when you’ve discovered your confidence.”
Fine. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t argue. His teasing about my scrawny figure was beginning to wear thin, though. He was a stickler for rules too, so we couldn’t work through lunch even if there was nothing else to do. I’d climbed down and locked up, pacing over to the post office and village shop with grim determination.
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