“I want more than spankings from you, Vivien.” Reaching between her legs, she guided the head of the strap-on to her already slick crease.
Vivien’s gaze lifted, finding Polly’s. “What do you want?” Her voice was rough.
“I want to know you. Outside of this room,” Polly confessed as she lowered herself. Her insides quivered as the dildo filled her to capacity.
Vivien’s hands found Polly’s hips.
“I want to kiss you. I want my fingers inside you. I want to taste you.” Slowly riding the cock, Polly reached for the buttons on Vivien’s masculine shirt.
Vivien’s lashes batted and her lips formed a petal-soft pout.
“You have this strap-on anchored inside you, don’t you?” Polly asked, her voice low. Soft.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
A ragged sigh slipped through Vivien’s lips. “In my…my pussy and in my ass.”
Polly’s cunt clenched around the unyielding invasion as her fingers worked the buttons loose. She rocked her hips, knowing her motions tugged erotically at the plugs seated inside Vivien.
“How does this feel?” Polly asked, sliding her palms over Vivien’s full breasts.
Vivien’s breath caught. She whimpered. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I want you to come,” Polly said and brushed her lips over Vivien’s. “I want you to come with me.” Their lips fused, teeth collided, tongues tangled.
Vivien’s fingers dug into Polly’s hips to pull and push. Their pubic bones bumped as each fought for pleasure. Vivien’s body tensed. She mewled in Polly’s mouth and the knowledge her Mistress was coming propelled Polly to the edge. She teetered there for a moment and then ecstasy exploded through her. Her inner tissue gripped and released Vivien’s cock over and over, and for that instant, the boundaries between them faded and Polly couldn’t distinguish where one of them ended and the other began.
Her mind went numb to everything but the pleasure coursing through her body. She became vaguely aware of protesting as the cock slipped out of her pussy, as she lay back against cool leather. Clothes whispered down Vivien’s arms and legs and then fluttered to floor just before warm, perfumed skin covered Polly’s body from head to toe.
Mouth-to-mouth. Breasts-to-breasts. Mons-to-mons. Vivien slid over her, grinding her pubis against Polly’s as they kissed and kissed. Mouths, ears, necks, shoulders.
Polly had never known this sort of high, this knowledge that Vivien wanted her coupled with bone-melting pleasure. All at once the future seemed merged with the present, wondrous and full of promise. She hardly knew this woman, but the potential of getting to know her had suddenly become real.
Vivien’s mouth moved from Polly’s down to her breasts. Lust reignited as soft lips pulled at her nipples, as a taut tongue circled first one areola and then the other one before those insistent kisses nipped lower and lower.
Polly’s thighs opened. Warm breaths brushed over her wet clit and then lips closed on the come-swollen bundle of nerves. She cried out from the too-intense pleasure even as she gripped Vivien’s head and dragged her closer.
Vivien’s arms slid under Polly’s thighs, wrapping around so that her hands splayed over Polly’s hipbones. Jolts of rapture fired through her thighs, her abdomen. She couldn’t be still as skilled lips plied her closer and closer to a second orgasm.
Vivien’s shoulders and arms anchored Polly in place. Her fingers left Vivien’s hair and she reached overhead and beyond where she clawed for some sort of handhold at the armrest of the sofa as wild ecstasy surged and crashed over her so hard she wept.
Polly felt as if she’d both left her body and had sunk deep inside herself all at the same time. Joy and pleasure rippled through and around her.
“Breathe.” Whispered words caressed her ear. “Breathe, darling.” Kisses peppered her cheekbone, her eyelids, her forehead and then her lips—sweet, chaste kisses that so contrasted the fierce bout of fucking.
Polly dragged in a breath and opened her eyes as Vivien swept away the tears. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she managed, forgetting to add the Ma’am afterward for the first time.
She didn’t know how or why but something inside her had shifted because of her time with Vivien. Being with her this way made her feel…free.
Vivien knew her darkest desires, her most intimate weaknesses and yet she accepted her without question for the woman she was. The knowledge humbled Polly. It made her hopeful they might even fall in love.
Vivien smiled and the beauty of it stunned Polly, making her wonder if she might already be in love with the woman. She’d fantasized about this moment so many times and now it was happening.
Polly’s lips parted with the realization that this was the first time she’d seen Vivien truly smile. Reverently Polly traced the full curve of her bottom lip, taking joy in the sight until Vivien’s expression turned serious once more.
“Where do we go from here?” Vivien asked, though the smile still played in her eyes.
Polly couldn’t drag her gaze away from her lover’s face. Vulnerable and soft, she hardly seemed the same woman who could make her tremble with the arch of a brow. “How about to the bed?”
Vivien chuckled. Lacing her fingers with Polly’s, she kneeled between Polly’s sprawled legs. “I’d love nothing more.”
Polly sat. “Afterward, would you like to go get a bite to eat somewhere?”
Vivien stared for a moment and then that dazzling smile lit up her face once again. “I know a great little sushi place down on Second.”
“Oh, I love that place!” Polly exclaimed as hand in hand they walked toward the bed.
Epilogue
Vivien cupped Polly’s chin. “Wait out here, pet.” The touch was tender. Lingering.
Mallory watched with a matchmaker’s pride as Polly obediently sank onto one of the chairs in the hallway, turquoise-and-white saddle oxfords pressed neatly together, hands complacently on the worn knees of her cropped jeans. When she looked up to bestow an adoring look on her Mistress, a diamond-studded collar glittered in the light.
So Vivien had collared the little songbird. They’d taken it further than Mallory had ever imagined. A whisper of envy snaked through Mallory. She wanted that kind of connection with a submissive—someone to look at her the way Polly Purefoy looked at Vivien.
Finding willing subs was easy. But love was never part of the bargain. At least not for Mallory.
She shook off the unwelcome emotions the lovers inspired as Vivien turned from Polly and started into Mallory’s office.
“Have a seat, Vivien.” Mallory eased the door closed and then returned to her desk. “You two look cozy.”
They looked more than cozy. Vivien’s eyes sparkled with whimsy. Color pinkened her cheeks, giving the stone-cold dominatrix a softness Mallory had never witnessed.
“I couldn’t help but notice the collar,” she ventured.
Vivien inhaled sharply, causing her copious cleavage to rise against her black satin dress. “Polly was a good fit for me. She’s been well-trained for your band.”
Mallory drew out her checkbook. “Of course I’ll pay you for your continued work with her.”
“I don’t want your money, Mal.”
Mallory resisted the little smile that played at the corners of her mouth as she lifted her gaze to Vivien’s.
“This was more than a…a job.” Vivien dampened her red lips. “I’m in love with her.”
Mallory had hoped to avoid a messy hook-up between her Dommes and their subs, but somehow a different energy swirled around this one. “Does Polly reciprocate?”
In spite of her ever-confident air, Vivien suddenly looked vulnerable. “Yes. At least I think she does. We haven’t made any sort of formal commitment.”
“Other than the collar.”
Vivien smiled again. “Well, there’s that.” She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. “I’m taking her to New York for the weekend.”
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nbsp; “Ten to one you come back married.”
Vivien laughed softly. “I would dearly love to give her a ring to match that collar.”
Once more, jealousy tugged at Mallory’s heart. “Are you sure I can’t pay you? I budgeted for it.”
Vivien shook her head. “No. It wouldn’t feel right. And oh, I saw your new protégé as we came in. Polly recognized her. Jezebel Jones?”
“Ah, yes, Jezebel. She’s as yet undecided.”
“I…I can’t train her,” Vivien said.
“I understand completely,” Mallory offered. “I was considering Billie Martin as Miss Jones’ trainer.”
“Billie?” Vivien arched an eyebrow. “Good choice. Very good choice, indeed.”
Mallory leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers under her chin. “Thank you. I just hope Jezebel will come onboard.”
“Oh trust me, she will. You should have seen the way she looked at Polly and me.”
A smug smile claimed Mallory’s lips. “Excellent.” She stood. “Well, if you won’t let me at least pay you for your time, I suppose that concludes our business. Unless of course Polly’s training doesn’t…stick.”
Vivien rose from her chair. “You just let me know. I’ll be more than happy to keep her pretty little ass in line.”
Mallory skirted the desk and opened the door. She exchanged farewells with Vivien and Polly then watched as the two left hand in hand.
Love. Mallory sighed, trying not to be cynical. At least she didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing with Billie Martin.
Billie knew how to maintain her distance. Besides, Jezebel—who still hadn’t committed to the Honkytonk Angels—seemed more like a bedroom submissive than a lifestyle slave.
And if by some chance this fluke happened again, Mallory wondered if there might possibly be someone out there for her.
She snorted. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell.”
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