The Night Off (3 page)

“So do you.”

Emily straightened, at a loss for words. A sharp slap on her bottom tore a gasp from her throat and prompted a hasty response. “Thank you, mistress.”

“You’re very welcome.” Nat slid her hand lower, stroking gently. She traced patterns with blunt fingernails, teasing ever closer to the juncture of Emily’s thighs. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

Tapping the inside of her thigh, Nat murmured, “Open.”

Emily set her feet apart, obeying the command as though she had been trained to do so. Nat made a quiet, approving noise, then dragged her fingertips through the abundant wetness between Emily’s legs. Whimpering, Emily closed her eyes. It was overwhelming to be touched so intimately. It had been far too long.

“Oh,” Nat said softly, “So, so wet. You like being told what to do.”

She considered the statement. For years she’d gotten herself off on fantasies about being taken by a dominant lover. So far her desires had easily translated into real life. “Yes, I do. Mistress.”

“That’s good.” Nat pushed her fingers deeper into Emily’s folds, making her gasp. “You looked so
put together
in your work clothes—like such a good girl. But you’re not, are you? You’re not a good girl. No, sweet, innocent Emily wears sexy black lingerie beneath her business casual attire. Her pussy drips with excitement at the thought of being fucked by a stranger. Worse than that,
taken
by a stranger.”

She’d expected the verbal humiliation, the degradation. After all, she’d written it into the script. She’d paid for it. The words made her cheeks burn even as her desire spiked. Conflicted, she avoided meeting Nat’s eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of lightly callused fingers exploring her labia.

Nat withdrew from between her legs. She brought her hand to her lips, meeting Emily’s eyes as she used her tongue to clean her fingers. “Delicious,” Nat murmured.

“Thank you, mistress.” Emily’s knees wobbled. She reached back with one hand, desperate for something to hang onto. She found the sink and took an inadvertent step away from Nat, resting on the cool porcelain with a grateful sigh. Waiting for another admonishment, she held her breath and met Nat’s gaze.

Nat stared at her, blank-faced. Almost cold. “Do you like being fucked?”

It was difficult to maintain her composure under such blunt questioning—far more difficult than she’d ever imagined. Her face was on fire. Her hands were shaking. “I…” An unwelcome thought flitted into her mind—could she handle what Nat was going to dish out? Her fantasy was hard-edged. Rough. She’d never played this dynamic before in real life, and though the thought sure as hell got her off, she couldn’t deny that she was already shaken, and they still had a long way to go. Fantasy-Emily was always so fearless when she submitted to harsh treatment. Real-Emily couldn’t seem to relax. “I think so.”

Nat raised her eyebrows. “You think so?”

“Mistress,” she said quickly, hoping to avoid punishment. Standing, Nat closed the distance between them with a predatory smile on her face. Emily braced herself for whatever she had planned.

Without breaking eye contact, Nat took off her shirt and tossed it onto the floor. “Do you like being fucked?” she repeated, watching Emily’s reaction.

Inhaling, Emily whispered, “Yes.” Unable to hold Nat’s intense stare, she lowered her gaze and promptly lost her breath at the sight of Nat’s bare breasts. Surprisingly full and feminine, they stood in stark contrast with the hard masculine lines of the rest of her body. The urge to take one of those pebbled pink nipples into her mouth overrode her fear briefly, throwing her into further uncertainty.

“Yes?”

Emily flinched at Nat’s amused tone. “Yes, mistress.” She dragged her attention back to Nat’s face, relieved to see no anger or frustration in what she suddenly realized were very kind brown eyes.

“So Emily likes getting fucked.” Nat’s smile belied her blunt words. “There’s no reason to be shy about that. Not with me.” She placed her hands on Emily’s chest, sliding them down to cradle her sensitive breasts. Pleasure rippled through Emily’s body as gentle thumbs brushed over her turgid nipples. “Because I’m going to enjoy fucking you. Very much.”

Emily held her breath. She was fiercely attracted to Nat, more than she’d ever been to a prospective lover. It made true surrender feel almost impossible. She didn’t want to disappoint this sexy butch or embarrass herself by being unable to act out her own secret desires. A familiar fear of failure threatened her composure for what felt like the countless time since their session began.

“Hey.”

Nat’s quiet murmur broke through her inward focus. She moved her hands from Emily’s breasts to her shoulders, then gave her a tentative squeeze. An unspoken question lurked in her eyes.

Emily could use her safe word at any time. One
unicorn
and everything would stop. But then what? Colleen was at a friend’s parents’ cabin for the weekend. With her younger sister gone, the apartment would feel depressingly empty. And she would still be sexually frustrated.

She would also be out an embarrassing amount of money.

More than that, she would regret not seeing this through. Nothing had happened yet that she didn’t honestly enjoy, so walking away would only make her feel stupid later. She had revisited this scenario time and again in her head for a reason—it was what she wanted, what she
needed
. Guilt-free surrender, the thrill of having a stronger partner take her. She didn’t have to be a psychologist to understand why an evening like this was the perfect vacation from her control-freak ways. Hell, it would be good for her.

Taking a steadying breath, Emily laced their fingers together and moved Nat’s hands back to her breasts. She managed a tentative smile. “It’s just…been a while.”

Nat said nothing, just stroked her nipples—first with her palms, then her knuckles. Emily shivered and drifted closer, whimpering when Nat pulled away. Then she inhaled swiftly as Nat took her by the arms and walked her backward until her shoulders pressed against the closed bathroom door. Without speaking, Nat captured her mouth in a deep, soulful kiss that curled Emily’s toes and erased all doubt from her mind—along with her ability to form a rational thought.

Strong, assertive hands were everywhere, skimming over the curve of her breasts, along her sides, gripping her hips. Nat pinned her against the door, her solid body heavy and warm and electric on Emily’s bare skin. The kiss was passionate, unrestrained, and utterly convincing. It was as though they were no longer escort and client, but simply two women who wanted each other. It was obviously a professionally delivered reassurance, but damn if Nat wasn’t brilliant at it.

Nat pulled away, panting. She stared at Emily’s mouth as though she wanted to go back for more. Instead she blinked and refocused, searching Emily’s eyes. “Okay?”

Emily responded automatically. “Okay.”

“Good.” Nat didn’t release her from her spot against the door. She slipped a hand between their stomachs, combing her fingers through Emily’s trimmed curls.

Emily moved one foot to the side, opening herself to Nat’s gentle exploration. She shuddered at the sensation of roughened fingertips gliding over her labia. Raising an eyebrow, Nat circled her opening sensuously, then pushed up into her. Slow. Deep. Emily moaned.

Nat brought her mouth to Emily’s ear. “Do you like being finger fucked?”

Closing her eyes, Emily whispered, “Yes, mistress.” Pleased that Nat had once again known how to reassure her without breaking the scene, she was finally ready to get back into character. And stay there, she hoped.

“You make me so goddamn hard.” Nat added a second finger, spreading them apart slightly, stretching her open. “I hope you’re ready for my butch cock.”

Of course she was. Emily had to bite her lip to stop from crying out. “I am, mistress.”

Chuckling, Nat removed her fingers, leaving her so empty she ached. “Not until you
beg
me for it.”

As much as she craved to surrender control, Emily wasn’t going to let go so quickly. Half the fun was in making Nat push her to submit. “Understood,” she ground out. “Mistress.” She nearly collapsed when Nat backed away suddenly, leaving her standing alone on weak legs.

Nat walked across the small room to turn off the faucet. Fragrant, enticing bubbles rose above the edge of the tub, beckoning Emily closer. “Get in.” Taking the lead, Nat stepped into the steaming water. “I’ll wash you.”

Emily climbed into the tub, sitting across from Nat with a grateful sigh. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she watched Nat settle opposite her.

Nat shook her head and beckoned Emily closer. “I can’t reach you over there.”

Recognizing that Nat had gentled her tone slightly, Emily scooted forward without hesitation. She didn’t want Nat to soften all the rough edges of this encounter. Though a single word could transform this evening into a more traditional lovemaking session, she refused to succumb to the comfort of the familiar. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to act out her dirtiest fantasy with her dream lover. She didn’t want momentary doubt to ruin months of planning.

Aware that presumption might lead to punishment, Emily took a chance and straddled Nat’s hips. She didn’t rest her weight on Nat’s thighs, choosing instead to hover over her and offer easy access to her body. With an approving nod, Nat snaked an arm around her waist, holding her in place.

“
Now
you’re obedient.” Craning her neck, Nat licked the tip of her breast, then took an erect nipple between her teeth and applied exquisite pressure. Emily sucked in a quick breath as pain mingled with pleasure, but took care to remain perfectly still. Eventually Nat released her nipple with a soothing kiss. “Maybe you
are
a good girl after all.” Without warning, she penetrated Emily again.

Emily struggled to stay on her knees. Nat’s fingers felt so good, and her masculine beauty made it hard to concentrate. Gritting her teeth, Emily fought to stay silent. She didn’t want to give Nat the satisfaction of moaning out loud. Not yet.

Her resolve weakened when Nat circled her anus with the tip of her thumb, sending shock waves deep into her belly. She collapsed heavily onto Nat’s thighs, unable to bear her own weight any longer.

Nat chuckled. “Oh, you nasty thing. Do you like being fucked in the
ass
?”

Cheeks burning, Emily hurried to rise back up, but Nat held her down upon her lap. Her hand continued to pump slowly between Emily’s thighs, fingers thrust deep. Emily squirmed around, wishing for more direct stimulation to her g-spot. But she knew Nat wouldn’t reward her that easily.

Aware that Nat required an answer, Emily spoke honestly. “I don’t know, mistress.”

“You don’t know?” Nat looked skeptical.

“Mistress, I’ve never…done that before.” It was the truth. After a fair amount of internal debate as she filled out her questionnaire, she had requested some light anal play. She was nervous about the prospect, but also excited. The act figured heavily into her fantasies, though she’d never felt comfortable enough to ask for it in real life. “So I honestly don’t know if I like it.”

Desire darkened Nat’s eyes. She pulled out of Emily’s pussy, maneuvering so that the pads of her fingers brushed over the sensitive pucker of Emily’s anus. “Well, you’re about to find out.”

Shivering, Emily whispered, “Yes, mistress.” She kept her head down as Nat squirted soap onto her hand, then continued to massage her in a way she’d never experienced before. Greedy for more contact, she lifted up subtly, tilting her hips to give Nat better access. At first Nat seemed content to apply light pressure to her tight opening, but when Emily rocked against her with increasing urgency, she growled and pushed slightly inside. Emily choked out a gasp, surprised by how foreign it felt to have Nat there.

“Relax, darling.” Nat pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her throat. “I want this to feel good for you, too.” She wiggled her fingertip. “Relax and let me inside.”

Emily took a deep breath and willed her body to loosen up. Unfortunately, being cradled on the lap of the hottest butch she’d ever seen in reality didn’t exactly inspire calm. Inspiration struck. “Mistress, may I rub my clit?”

Sharp teeth scraped over her neck. “Yes, you may.” She continued to move inside of Emily, but didn’t attempt to push deeper. “But do
not
make yourself come.” Nat raised her head and met Emily’s eyes. “That’s something only I can give you. And you haven’t even come close to earning it yet.”

The words alone made her rock harder against Nat’s hand, causing Nat’s long finger to slide deeper inside her ass. “Oh,” Emily murmured, then quickly brought her hand to her clit and rubbed herself unselfconsciously. Warm pleasure spread through her lower body, stoking the flames of her lust even higher. She hoped Nat wouldn’t make her stop touching her pussy anytime soon. It had never felt so good.

Nat brought her thumb up to play with Emily’s labia, then down to tease the opening of her pussy. Emily bit her lip and rode Nat’s fingers, moaning, in awe of how quickly she was peaking. Just as she decided that she was actually approaching orgasm, Nat went still.

Emily was instantly, undeniably frustrated. Why had she ever asked to have release withheld? “Please, mistress.” She ground down on Nat’s hand. “Just a little more, please.”

Nat carefully extracted her finger from Emily’s ass, then removed her hand from between her thighs. She pushed gently on Emily’s shoulders, forcing her to back off. “No, that’s enough. You’re nice and clean now.”

Clean was the last thing she felt. At this point, she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Nat asked. Anything. Taking another chance, she touched Nat’s firm thigh beneath the bubbles. “Mistress, please. Just—”

Nat seized her upper arm in an iron grip. Her free hand lashed out and slapped one tender breast, then the other. The blows weren’t overly painful, but the harsh punishment startled Emily into stunned silence. “Enough.”

Nat radiated a calm, self-possessed confidence that allowed Emily to adjust to the escalation in intensity with ease. She had asked for this—and it was definitely turning her on. Her pussy ached, her nipples were tight, and her entire body trembled in anticipation. Slight anxiety remained, but her fear was gone. Nat would do everything she could to make sure that Emily felt safe—she was sure of it.