by Ellie Norton
"No," she said.
"Ok, what does a lesbian bring to a second date?" I asked.
"I don't know," she snapped and I knew she was getting irritated with me, but I finished the joke anyway.
"A U-Haul." I said. She snorted delicately and I knew I was forgiven. I grinned. After a moment, I could feel her eyes on me and I glanced at her. She was studying me intently with one eyebrow raised. "What?" I asked suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"Are you asking to move in with me?" She asked and even though I could hear the mirth in her voice, my hand jerked on the wheel, causing us to swerve in our lane.
"No, not what I meant at all!" I insisted, quickly gripping the wheel with both hands and shifting to sit straighter in my seat.
Emma laughed. "I know, Rachel. I just couldn't resist."
"Fine," I grumbled, not willing to give in.
She just reached over to lay a soothing hand on my thigh. "I love you."
I relaxed immediately under her touch. "I love you, too."
Chapter 5
As soon as the door closed on my crappy studio apartment, I pushed Emma back against the door, latching my mouth onto the soft skin of her neck. I licked the tender flesh and felt a shiver run through her. She immediately wrapped one hand around my waist, holding me closer to her as the other hand tangled in my hair. I kissed my way up her neck and she tilted her head down to let me capture her lips. As our tongues danced against each other, my hands ran up her back to find the zipper on her dress. I pulled down the zipper and pulled the dress' straps off her shoulders. Not breaking the kiss, I pulled back enough to allow her dress to fall to her hips. I pushed if off and the light fabric hit the floor.
Emma broke the kiss, gasping for air, and I moved my mouth down to kiss the swell of her breasts as I unclipped her bra and pulled it off her. Emma remained passive under my touch, somehow understanding that I needed to take the lead tonight. When her gorgeous breasts were exposed, I flicked out my tongue to tease each nipple in turn. Emma moaned, arching into my touch. Her response further enflamed my desire to have her. I pulled away long enough to yank my own dress off, before taking her hand and pulling her towards my bed. I pushed her down onto it and straddled her hips, immediately claiming her lips again. I massaged her breasts and shifted so I could press my thigh against her heated center.
"Oh God, Rachel," Emma moaned into my mouth.
I felt the heat racing down my spine, but I ignored it. I rocked my hips against her, adding to the pressure against her core and I could feel her panties growing damp against my skin. I moved down to take a nipple in my mouth. I alternated sucking the erect nub and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. As I continued moving against her, Emma's hips began rising to meet my own. I smiled around the hard nipple in my mouth and with a chaste kiss pulled away. I yanked off Emma's underwear and gave myself a moment to just look down at her, lying open and eager on my bed. Her green eyes met mine and she smiled. I returned the smile and leaned over her to gently kiss her perfect lips.
I kissed my way down her body, stopping briefly to lightly rake my teeth across each nipple. This produced delightful gasps and shivers that made heat race to my center. I didn't linger, continuing my way down her incredible body. When I reached her belly button, I licked it, making her squirm and I chuckled as I moved down to nip at her hips. As I grew closer to her center, I could smell her desire and I felt my breath grow short. I was teasing us both, but I took my time. I kissed my way down the outside of her right thigh, and I felt Emma's impatience growing. I knew where she wanted my mouth, but I ignored it and continued kissing my way down her leg. When, I reached her toes, I lingered there, using my lips and tongue to mercilessly tickle Emma's feet. She squirmed, trying to get away as giggles fell from her lips. I just grabbed her ankle and held her foot in place. Eventually, I relented and began to kiss my way up the inside of her leg. Emma's laughter stopped and was replaced by short expectant pants. I grinned inwardly; I had no intention of giving my girlfriend what she wanted just yet. When, I reached the top of her thigh, my lips so close to her center that I could taste her arousal on them, I turned and followed the crease of her thigh back up to her hip. Emma groaned, but said nothing. I glanced up at her as I kissed my way to her other hip. Her gaze locked on mine and I could see her inner struggle not to take control.
I lifted my lips from her skin long enough to whisper "I love you, Em." Her eyes immediately cleared and she smiled. I briefly returned the smile, before going back to my task. I repeated my actions on her left leg. This time, when I reached her center, I stayed there. I lightly blew on her soaked folds and her hips immediately jerked up, causing a whimper to escape Emma's lips. I grinned and licked through her folds. I moaned at the first taste. Hearing an answering moan sound above me only encouraged me. I began to rhythmically lick and suck her clit. Emma shuddered against me and her hips began rocking against my face. I sped up, mercilessly driving her towards release. She began to gasp out panting moans and I felt my center clench in response. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked it hard into my mouth. Emma immediately stiffened under me, and I flicked the tip of my tongue against the tender skin and she fell over the edge, calling out my name. I licked up her release and when I felt her body relax, I immediately pushed two fingers inside her. She bucked against my hand and I grinned as I began thrusting into her as quickly as I could. Her hips rose to meet each thrust and it didn't take long before I felt her inner walls clamp around my fingers as she came again. I continued thrusting until the last wave of release died away.
I gently pulled my fingers from her core and licked them clean before moving up her body to claim her lips. She moaned at the taste of her own desire on my lips. I pulled back to grin down at her. She smiled lazily at me. "God, Em, you are beautiful," I said, reaching out to gently run the backs of my fingers down her cheek.
She turned to kiss my fingers before meeting my eyes, "I love you, Rachel."
I smiled, "I love you, too."
I lay next to her and pulled her into my arms. She curled into my side, kissing my neck before settling her head onto my shoulder. I let my fingers run idly through her beautiful blonde hair. She caressed my side as we cuddled. Eventually, her soft caresses changed to gentle scratches that made my breath catch as heat raced through my system. I knew in that moment, that Emma wanted to touch me, but she was waiting for me to tell her to. My heart warmed at the idea that she wasn't willing to make demands of me tonight.
"Em, please touch me." I laughed as she immediately shifted to take off my bra and underwear. "Eager, are we?" I asked, amused.
"God, yes," She replied as she ran gentle fingers through my slick folds. I groaned and pulled her mouth to mine. We made love for hours, neither being able to get enough of the other. Eventually, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Morning found me alone in bed. I sat up in bed quickly calling out "Em?"
"Over here, Rachel," She said and I saw that she was standing next to the stove. She was grinning at me. "I wanted to make you breakfast in bed."
"Oh, thanks," I said, relaxing back into the pillows on the bed. I yawned and stretched. "What time is it?"
"About 10," She said, moving to crawl across the bed to kiss me. When she pulled back, she smiled down at me, "Good morning, love."
I grinned at the new title, "Morning, Em."
"Alright, just relax, your French toast is almost ready." She said, moving back to the little kitchen area.
"Ok," I sighed contentedly. "I could totally get used to this," I said, unable to stop myself from baiting her.
She met my gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
I pretended to think about it for a minute before answering her, as innocently as possible. "Yeah, I think so. You'd make a great housewife."
I shrieked when Emma landed on top of me with a growl. She quickly pinned me against the bed, and stared into my eyes. I felt her dominance press over me, demanding that I submit to her. I felt my ey
es lower and my face turn away from her before I even made the conscious decision to do so. Heat rushed to my core, and I felt myself grow instantly wet. Emma leaned down and bit my neck hard. It was a delicious, magnificent pain and I bucked against her, as an orgasm crashed over me without warning. Emma released my neck to look at me with a smirk.
"Still want me to be your housewife? Because I'm fairly sure that no housewife could satisfy all your needs, Rachel." Emma's tone was mocking.
I was still gasping from the unexpected release, but I managed to say, "I just want you, Emma. I want all of you."
She instantly released her grip on me and smiled. "You have me."
I sat up, and wrapped my arms around her. "I know." We held each other for a moment before I asked, "What the hell just happened?"
She chuckled. "You baited me. I responded, and you submitted." She kissed my forehead and jumped up to go pull the now burnt piece of French toast from the stove. I watched as she threw it out and slapped another piece into the pan.
I waited until she came back to bed with a tray full of food and then I asked the question racing through my mind. "But why did I react so strongly? I mean I've never come like that before."
Emma began dividing the food as she answered. "Rachel being submissive is part of who you are, just like being a domme is part of who I am. I know you're new to actually experiencing all of this, and I think that your submissive needs have lain dormant until you let yourself feel them on Saturday. I think this morning you baited me because last night I let you take the lead and part of you needed to be certain that I wouldn't always do that."
I was confused, "But, I loved what we did last night. I enjoyed making love to you and touching you however I wanted, whenever I wanted."
She smiled gently, "As did I, it was wonderful. But, the sub part of you still wanted to me to take control. You need a balance between your desire to submit and your desire to take the lead. We are stubborn, strong-willed women, so the balance of power between us will never be static. Whether we are spending time together as girlfriends, or mistress and slave, you will strive to find a balance between the two aspects of our relationship. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I get that that means I'll find ways to disobey you when I'm collared, and I'll bait your possessive side when I'm not. But I still don't know why that made me come when you just bit me." I said, trying to not to let myself feel embarrassed by my body's reaction.
"In all honesty, I have no idea, Rachel. But it was hot as fuck." Emma admitted, and I found myself grinning.
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. In fact, it gave me an idea for the next time I have you at my mercy," She replied with a mischievous smirk.
I squirmed under that look, feeling heat begin to race along my skin in anticipation. "Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?"
She leaned in to run her tongue along the ridge of my ear before she purred, "That's because you will be."
I shuddered and Emma chuckled. I pushed her back, grumbling, "Eat your damn breakfast, Parker." She grinned and started eating. I watched her warily for a moment, before I began to eat my own.
Later, after we'd finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, Emma and I curled up together on the couch. We sat there, in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company for a while, before Emma shifted. I sat up looking at her, "What's up?"
"The other night, when I asked you about going with me to the event on Thursday, you never answered me," she said quietly.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that." I said remembering.
She waited, but when I didn't say anything else, she prompted, "So, will you go with me?"
"Oh, sorry. Of course I'll go with you."
"Really?" She asked, excitement evident in her voice.
I smiled, "Of course, I wouldn't let you go alone. I don't want any other subs thinking they can take what's mine."
She smiled, "Oh, really? Wow, who knew Rachel Martel was the jealous type?"
I narrowed my eyes, suddenly irritated. "Who do I belong to?"
I felt a small victory when I saw the possessiveness flare into her eyes. "You're mine."
"It's a two-way street, Emma. What you're feeling, I feel it too. Don't mock me when I express that feeling," I snarled.
Instantly, her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I didn't think of it that way. I didn't mean to belittle your feelings."
I sighed and looked away. "It's alright."
She reached out and gently turned me back to meet her sorrowful eyes. "I really am sorry."
I gave in, "I know. It's ok, really." I pulled her in and kissed her with all of the possessiveness I felt at the idea of her hands holding someone else's leash.
Eventually, we had to pull away for air. As we tried to catch our breath, Emma pulled me into her side, and I let myself curl into her side. I relaxed against her, letting the last of my anger go. I knew she wouldn't intentionally hurt me. Feeling me relax against her, Emma began to idly play with my hair.
"I have a favor to ask you." She said, breaking the easy silence we had fallen into.
Nerves danced through me. "What?"
"I need to take you shopping for Thursday," she said vaguely.
"Ok…?" I said, drawing it out into a question. She heaved out a little sigh and I could feel the nervous energy running through her. I turned to meet her gaze. "Whatever it is, just ask, Em. It's ok."
She nodded and squared her shoulders. "With my job, nearly everyone in the BDSM lifestyle here in LA has heard of me, and many of them recognize me on sight. I will be recognized in the stores I want to take you to. So, I have to ask you to wear your collar in public today. I'm sorry, I know we agreed to never bring in into your apartment, but I—".
I cut her off, understanding why she was so nervous. "Em, it's ok. I don't mind."
"Really?" She asked, surprised.
I smiled, "Really. Actually, I kinda find the idea really hot."
She chuckled, "Which part? Kneeling to me in your own home, or in a store full of people who will be staring at you because you're with me?"
Both images sent chills through me, not that I would admit that. My voice had grown husky when I said, "The latter."
She smirked down at me and I knew I hadn't fooled her. "Then go get dressed and I'll get your collar."
"You brought it with you?"
She shrugged sheepishly. "I hoped you would agree to go."
"You totally played me," I said, unsure whether to be impressed or mad.
"No, I didn't. I honestly didn't know what you'd do, and I didn't want to step over the line." She said, honestly.
"Fine," I said grudgingly. "It's a good thing you're hot."
She rolled her eyes, and tickled my sides. "Stop being such a drama queen. Go get dressed."
I giggled, and squirmed out of reach. "I'm going, I'm going."
"Wait," she said, stopping me. I turned back to her face her. "Call Harold, first. You promised that you'd call today."
"Oh, yeah. Thanks, Em. I'd totally forgotten."
She smiled, "I know."
I grinned and went to go find my phone. Harold picked up after the third ring. "Rachel! You actually remembered to call. I'm amazed."
"You're such a nerd," I told him, rolling my eyes.
"So, how was your date?" He asked.
"Um, it was great. Look, it's still kinda going. Can I meet you later, have dinner and I'll tell you everything?"
"That's what you said yesterday! How do I know that you're not going to blow me off again?"
"I'm not going to blow you off." I said starting to feel frustrated.
"Let me talk to him," Emma said, gesturing for the phone. I raised my eyebrow and she nodded.
"Emma wants to talk to you, Harold. Hang on." I handed her the phone before he could voice any objections.
"Hi Harold, this is Emma…Look, I'm sorry about last night, I didn't know Rachel was supposed to meet you…Yeah, I know…I'll let Rachel te
ll you that…No, I promise, I'll make sure she remembers your plans this time…No, Harold. I'm not going to hurt Rachel…Yes, I know you are looking out for her…Alright, I will…Bye, Harold," she finished and hung up the phone. She looked at me and grinned. "You are to bring pizza and beer to his apartment tonight at 7."
I stared at her. "What else did he say?"
She chuckled. "He gave me the hurt her and I'll kill you speech."
I laughed. "He has no idea."
"No, he doesn't, and that's ok. But, if you want to tell him, I won't mind."
I kept my voice light and curious as I asked, "You want me to tell him how you pulled me over your lap and spanked me until I sobbed?"
Her eyes darkened dangerously, "Only if you tell him what you did to deserve it."
I swallowed hard, "Um, no that's ok. I think I'll leave that part out."
Her grin was evil. "That's probably a good idea."
"Ok, then. I think I'll just go get dressed."
"Another good idea." She said smirking.
I turned and hurried over to my closet. I looked through my clothes, but had no idea what I should wear. I was just about to turn and ask when I felt her move up behind me. She groaned as she looked into my closet. I felt my shoulders hunch defensively. "What?" I asked.
"Why do you have to own so much plaid?" She mumbled.
"I like it." I moaned.
She sighed, and kissed my temple. "I know, love. Just wear what you wore to the party the other night. You look amazing in it."
"Ok," I said smiling. I hadn't been sure when I would have the opportunity to wear it again.
An hour later, we had both showered and were dressed. I was surprised that Emma hadn't said anything about wearing her dress from last night. When I asked her, she had smiled and said no one would bat an eye at the dress. I let it go. She surprised me again when she insisted I keep in my "ear monstrosities" and wear my usual dark eyeliner. Before we left the apartment, she pulled a thin leather collar from her purse.
"That's not my collar," I said when I saw it.
She smiled. "I know. But I thought that you might appreciate something more subtle to wear in public. This one is less likely to be noticed by people not familiar with the lifestyle."
