“Naughty, aren’t you?” Jaya raised an eyebrow.
“Hopeful, Mistress.”
“Bend over.”
Sarah splayed her hands on the table and bent at the hips. Jaya smoothed her hand over her skin. The welts and bruises from their time together were visible. She traced a finger to Sarah’s soft folds before slipping one finger inside.
The soft “ooh” from Sarah’s lips and the slight tilt of her hips made Jaya shiver. She wanted more, wanted to feel Sarah under her, wanted to bury herself in Sarah’s willing flesh. She took a breath to steady herself. No. Make it last. She slid one finger in as deep as she could and pulled back. She smeared slickness over Sarah’s clit. Moving behind Sarah, she took up a position where she could work her fingers in and out. She moved her other hand down and teased Sarah with the pads of her fingers. She rubbed Sarah’s clit in slow circles before she closed her fingertips around the hardness there, jacking her clit like a tiny cock. Sarah groaned and her body trembled under Jaya’s touch. She held her hips perfectly still as liquid silk spilled over Jaya’s hand.
Jaya worked three fingers into Sarah, taking her time entering her and then slowly pulling back, lingering at the edges of her velvet center before pushing in again. Sarah panted as Jaya fucked her with her hands working in tandem. Jaya pushed her fingers deeper and found the spot that made Sarah’s breath catch each time her fingertips passed over it. Liquid desire seeped from Sarah. The soft, wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out and Sarah’s moans of pleasure highlighted every deep, slow thrust. I need. I want. Give it to me. Give me your pleasure. Jaya’s clit was hard. The sensation of her fingers buried inside Sarah and the sounds of Sarah’s chest-rattling moans stoked the fire burning between her legs. More. More. All of it.
“Wider.” Sarah obeyed, spreading her legs wide and shifting her hips to rest her forehead on her arms. Jaya slipped another finger in. Sarah groaned louder as she flattened herself on the table. Sarah gripped the far side of the table and she turned her face to the side, her mouth slack and her eyes closed. Jaya reveled in the blissful look on her face. For me. That look is for me.
Jaya continued to finger her clit, pinching it softly, rolling it between her thumb and finger. Sarah panted and groaned with the next thrust as Jaya spread her fingers. Jaya closed her eyes as Sarah’s body opened to her shaking with want. A wave of excitement swept through Jaya and she pressed her legs together. Her own need for Sarah’s mouth was unbearable. She shifted, trying to relieve the ache that consumed her. She needed Sarah to come for her, needed to feel the slow clenching of her muscles and the surge of wetness that would follow. She increased her speed. Sarah panted as she raised her hips. Her body clenched around Jaya’s fingers.
“You may come as you wish.” Jaya fucked her hard and fast, and Sarah shattered, her hips pushing back to meet Jaya’s thrusts until she stilled, breath ragged and legs shaking. Jaya closed her eyes, absorbing the flow of pleasure and power as it roiled between them.
Sarah sighed and Jaya sat down and pulled her on to her lap. Sarah rested her head on her shoulder, and Jaya stroked her hair and let herself pretend the moment was real and not something she had paid for.
Chapter Five
SHE RAN THE figures again; rough estimates but enough to convince her no one would suffer when she closed the family business. Her brother would fuss, of course. He would fight it, fight her, in some stupid desire to be what her father had wanted him to be. No more. Not ever again. She was done trying to be the impossibly good and obedient daughter. No more blood money. World Security would be history as soon as she got home. Security. Jaya rolled her eyes. A fancy word for the trained mercenary group her family had run for three generations. She remembered the sour taste in her mouth when she’d been admitted to the inner management group and given access to the entire ugly operation. She touched the scar on her upper lip, a souvenir from the argument she’d had with her father the first and last time she’d told him she wanted out. The scar was little more than a thin line now, invisible to most people, but under Jaya’s fingertips it was as fresh and raw as the day her father had driven her home from the emergency room after the doctor had stitched it up, his concern for her drying up as soon as they were away from the hospital and other people’s eyes.
More money than I could ever spend in my life. She ran her fingers over the scar on her shoulder from her last assignment. Easy for him to want to keep the business. No risk. No guilt. No blood on his hands. Jaya trembled as anger roiled her gut. She had started this when she had refused to marry the idiot her father had picked out, refusing her father for the first time in her life. Time to make the break with her family and the business she had been planning since her father died. She ran her hand over the scar on her shoulder. No guilt. He set me up. A year later and it still ached in a way she knew it always would.
She paced. Her long legs finding the room too small, she tugged on her jacket. She kept her head down and fled the house. Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked past the stable. The wind was sharper now as late summer gave way to fall. She took the lane through to the open field and the wild wood beyond. Once away from the possibility of encountering anyone, she slowed her pace and her thoughts filled with her plan to close the business.
I have to get out. I’m tired. Tired of blood money. Tired of worrying. Tired of watching my back and everyone else’s. She kicked a stone down the path, thinking about her brother. A baby when her mother had died, he’d grown into a frail and fragile child and her father had pushed him into accounting. Jaya picked up the stone and threw it. The satisfying thunk of the rock hitting a tree calmed her. Bean counter. She pulled her jacket tighter against the wind. Jaya had resented her brother for as long as she could remember. And he had despised her as soon as he’d realized he would never be enough for their father.
She took the winding trail to the clearing where she had played with Sarah. She listened to the wind cutting through the trees. Brilliant gold and red laced the edges of the leaves that remained on the trees. She scuffed her feet. Brittle brown leaves broke and scattered in the wind. Change. I need to change or I’m going to end up as dry and dead as these leaves.
THE QUIET TAP at the door made Jaya’s pulse race. She glanced around the room one last time to make sure everything was in place.
“Enter.” Sarah stepped in, draped in a green silk robe tied at the waist. She kept her eyes down. The warm scent of cinnamon and sandalwood filled the room. Jaya’s robe matched the one Sarah wore. She sat down at the small dressing table, keeping her back to Sarah.
“Look up.” She watched in the mirror as Sarah raised her head and met her eyes. Sarah’s hands twisted the ends of the robe. “Come here.” The sway of Sarah’s breasts under the robe as she walked to stand behind Jaya mesmerized her. She handed Sarah an ornately handled silver hairbrush. The silver finish was dull and the engraving worn smooth in spots. She unpinned her hair and shook it out. Sarah began brushing, starting with the soft tangle of hair at the base of Jaya’s neck. The pull and tug on Jaya’s scalp was delicious. She relaxed under the onslaught of the brush. Jaya grew wetter with each rhythmic stroke. She studied Sarah’s face in the mirror as she worked. Sweet. So sweet. So hot. Sarah’s tongue peeped out of her mouth as she concentrated, her brow furrowed. She followed the path of the brush with her hand, smoothing Jaya’s hair.
“One braid, Mistress?” She made eye contact with Jaya in the mirror, her gaze steady eyes wide. She watches. She remembers how I wear it.
“Yes.” Jaya forced herself to sit still as Sarah deftly plaited her hair. When she’d completed her task, Jaya handed her a wide emerald-green ribbon to finish the braid and keep it in place.
Sarah stepped back, letting her hands fall to her sides. Jaya picked up a hand mirror, twisting in her seat to inspect the back of her hair. She moved the chair back from the vanity and stood up, drawing the robe open. She brought Sarah’s hand to her lips and kissed the palm before guiding her hand to h
er center and letting her touch the wetness there. Sarah lifted her eyes to Jaya’s face, eyes bright with desire. Her lips pulled into a pout when Jaya moved her hand away.
“Your turn.” She pointed to the chair. Sarah sat and her robe gapped open as she did. Her heavy breasts spilled out of the opening. Jaya tugged the robe open further, exposing more of Sarah. She watched her reaction in the mirror. Sarah’s deep blush started at her collarbones. Sublime. She drank in Sarah’s fear and the humiliation reflected in her gaze. Sarah stared into Jaya’s eyes for a moment and then looked away.
“Look up. Look at your body. Watch me touching you.” Sarah lifted her eyes, her brow furrowed, her gaze dark in the mirror. Her eyes widened as she watched Jaya play her fingers over her nipples. Jaya gathered her breasts in both hands, lifting them up and caressing her nipples with her thumbs.
“You have sublime breasts. Nothing to be ashamed of. Women pay to have breasts like these. Appreciate the wonder of your body.” The flush coloring Sarah’s cheeks deepened. She cast her eyes down again.
Jaya pinched her nipples hard and Sarah cried out. “Do. Not. Look. Away.” She punctuated each word with a hard squeeze of Sarah’s nipples. Sarah panted and shifted in the chair. Jaya felt the shiver that coursed through her. She inhaled the scent of her arousal. She tasted her fear and lust. I need. I want.
“Spread your legs.” Jaya’s voice was a coarse whisper in the stillness of the room. Sarah moved her legs, opening them wide at Jaya’s command. The tie gave way and the robe slid open all the way, showing off the dark space between her legs. “Wider.” Jaya’s eyes never left Sarah’s face. Sarah sank lower in the chair, spreading herself, spreading her legs until they were as far apart as the arms of the chair. Her inner thighs glistened. Wet. For me. For this. Jaya moved to the front of the chair. She knelt between Sarah’s legs. From the vanity top, she took two wide ribbons, the green matching the color of the ribbon in her hair. She kissed the inside of Sarah’s thick thighs as she anchored the end of each ribbon to the arms of the chair and wound them around her thighs before tying each ankle to the legs of the chair. She trusted Sarah not to move, but the image of the emerald ribbons wrapped around her thighs, securing her legs, was delicious. She inhaled Sarah’s scent and swept her tongue over her clit, teasing her. Sarah squirmed, trying to push herself into Jaya’s mouth but only earning a sharp slap on her thigh. Sarah yipped and stopped moving. I need. I want. Crave this. Crave the taste of her fearful desire. I crave her. Jaya buried her tongue between Sarah’s legs. She licked and sucked hard, driven by Sarah’s sighs and panting, working her, gauging her excitement and bringing her close to the edge. Jaya’s thighs were slick when she pulled her mouth away.
Sarah was trembling, breathing hard. Jaya stood in front of her and pushed the robe back from Sarah’s shoulders. She lowered her mouth and tongued her nipples, sucking and rolling them in her mouth. Sarah shifted, trying to bring her thighs together, and groaned in the chair. Jaya slapped Sarah’s thigh harder this time, and she stilled. Jaya fished two ornate silver earrings with large emeralds dangling from them from the pocket of her robe. She held them up. Sarah’s eyes were dilated with pleasure, her face slack.
“So much prettier than ordinary nipple clips. Don’t you agree?” Jaya pulled hard on Sarah’s nipple and adjusted the screw back to fit. Sarah groaned when Jaya let the full weight of the earring hang. Jaya applied the other earring, drawing out the process, and then moved to stand behind Sarah. Sarah was panting with the pain of the earrings, her eyes wide. Still no safe word. Jaya marveled at her ability to take their full weight. Even Deidre had not been able to stand it the first time. Sarah panted and closed her eyes as she slowed her breathing, working with the pain. The subtle change in her body, and the shift on Sarah’s face from pain to ecstasy overwhelmed Jaya, and she gripped the back of the chair to steady herself. She ached with her own need, driven by Sarah’s pain, her pleasure, her obedience. Sarah opened her eyes to meet Jaya’s gaze.
“Touch yourself. Show me.” She held Sarah’s gaze, smoothing her fingers over her shoulders. Sarah moved her hand down, her eyes never leaving Jaya’s face. She touched her fingers to her wet folds and brought her index finger up to her clit, her movements shy. Her mouth opened as she worked herself harder now, circling her clit with her finger as she looked at Jaya.
“What do you think of when you touch yourself?” Jaya whispered her command as her lips brushed Sarah’s ear. “Tell me.” Jaya kissed her neck, lips tracing a line along the slope of her shoulder. She kept her eyes on Sarah’s reflection in the mirror. Sarah shook her head, blushing. She pulled her hand from between her legs and gathered the robe around herself.
A growl of disapproval escaped Jaya and she fisted her hand in Sarah’s hair, holding her tight and tilting her head back. She pinned her with her eyes and she kissed her, lips hard and demanding. Sarah groaned and surrendered her mouth. Jaya stopped. She yanked Sarah’s hair, arching her neck back.
“You have your word. Use it if you need to.” Jaya released Sarah’s hair. “Answer me.”
Sarah’s eyes shone with unshed tears. She pulled the robe aside and eased both hands down. She spread her legs, giving Jaya a better view. She held herself open, exposing herself to Jaya. She held Jaya’s gaze as she held her skin taut, finger on her clit, before she slid it down and dipped inside to drag wetness up and over her clit. Slowly she touched herself. Her breathing was faster now. Her slickness shone in the soft light as she fingered herself.
“Oh. Ahh.” She closed her eyes and pushed two fingers inside herself and slowly pulled them out to push them in again, the heel of her hand on her mound, pressing on her clit. “You, Mistress.” Jaya’s slap was quick. Sarah’s eyes flew open.
“Liar. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. Tell me the truth or say your word.” She tugged the earrings, causing Sarah to scream. The sound of her pain washed over Jaya, feeding her own excitement. She could come hearing the sounds Sarah made as she watched her in the mirror. Give me your truth. Give me you. The secret you. Jaya kissed the side of Sarah’s neck. “Don’t look away. Tell me. Tell me all of it.” She kept her voice soft.
“This. Mistress. All of this. The pain. Being forced.” Sarah’s eyes locked onto Jaya’s face, and Jaya had to strain to hear her voice now. “Fingers hurting me. Fucking me. Pinching me. My mouth pressed to a woman. Drinking her pleasure. The salty-sweet taste of her on my mouth. Warm, wet velvet around my fingers…” Sarah’s hand moved faster now. Jaya lost herself in watching her in the mirror. Yes, give it to me. Give it all to me. Let me know you.
She opened her own robe to touch herself. I need. I want.
“Slow.” She cupped herself and pressed her fingers against her clit. Their eyes met in the mirror. Jaya drank in the reflection of Sarah open, her dark pink flesh exposed, and the heavy earrings swaying with her breath and her legs spread wide, tied with the emerald ribbon, and she came, gripping the back of the chair. Her eyes were open, locked on Sarah’s face.
Sarah’s breath came faster now. Her eyes fluttered closed as her pleasure deepened. So beautiful. I need. I want this. Her. She wanted Sarah to see how beautiful she was like this. Jaya wanted to see into her soul as she came, vulnerable and wide open, just for her pleasure.
“Open your eyes.” She wrapped her hand around Sarah’s neck, pressing softly. She lifted her jaw, holding her head so she could not look away. “Look at yourself. How beautiful you are. Watch yourself. Come for me.” Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Sarah’s throat were enough of a threat. Sarah cried out, her hips arching off the chair as she came, her eyes wide, legs wider, exposed, unable to hide from her desires. Jaya inhaled her submission and her pleasure, letting it fill her. She relaxed her grip on Sarah’s throat. She rested her hands on Sarah’s shoulders, stroking and smoothing them over her soft, freckled skin. Sarah’s eyes were heavy-lidded and she leaned back, turning her head to the side to rest her cheek on Jaya’s forearm.
Jaya k
issed the top of her head. “Good girl.”
She knelt before Sarah and removed the clips. Sarah’s nipples were dark red, and she shook and groaned as Jaya tongued each in turn. She moved down, kissing and licking Sarah’s slick thighs before untying her. She took her hand and led her to the bed. She patted the bed and Sarah sat down. She gave her a glass of water, watching the delicate muscles in her throat work as she swallowed. Sarah finished her water and placed the glass on the nightstand. She licked her lips, and the greedy look on her face made Jaya’s heart ache. I need. I want.
“On your back.”
Sarah settled in the center of the bed, arms overhead, without being told. Jaya used the ribbons she had tied Sarah’s ankles with to bind her hands over her head. She mounted the bed and brought her hips close. Kneeling over her, she pressed herself to Sarah’s mouth. The touch of her tongue made Jaya grab the headboard to steady herself. She looked up to the mirrored canopy, desperate to see Sarah’s head buried between her legs with her hands bound. So beautiful. This woman. This moment. She watched until the pleasure was too much and she closed her eyes. Visions of Sarah in the mirror filled her mind as she came with a fierce cry.
IN ADDITION TO afternoon tea, Jaya requested Sarah bring dinner, or brandy if she had made it to the evening salon. She drew more into herself, sketching and thinking. She filled pages with her plans for changes she wanted to make when she returned. For the first time in her life, she had time to think about what she wanted and needed. She had spent her life doing what others wanted and expected. No more. Never again. She sipped her brandy while Sarah slept. It was their routine. Tea, flirt, study, dinner, playtime, and then after, Sarah would sleep and Jaya would slip out of bed and draw. She had almost filled her sketchbook with studies of Sarah. Sarah in the throes of pleasure. Sarah in the mirror, Sarah in repose. Would it be like this outside here? It was never this easy with Deidre. Never this easy with anyone.
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