Never Knew Until You

by L E Royal

  “Tell me more about your company? You said you’re involved in logistics?”

  She needed to think about something, anything, other than the fingers pressing, pushing, closer to her underwear.

  “What do you want to know about it?”

  Kristina’s smile was lazy, and she looked relaxed, totally at ease with the fact that she was working Parker’s dress up her legs in the middle of a family restaurant.

  “Logistics is a pretty broad term… What do you, um…ship?”

  Kristina’s fingers pressed against the seam of her panties, and she instantly hated her past self for choosing those stupid, sexy, skimpy little lace ones. The texture of the lace over her increasingly sensitive flesh was torture. She looked up. Kristina’s lip was between her teeth. The sight sent another flash of arousal right down to the spot where she was touching her, and Parker had to look away.

  The fingers wiggled, rubbing against her. She almost dropped her fork, but she needed something to do, anything, to distract her from what Kristina was doing.

  Has she scooted closer? Parker felt trapped, Kristina on one side keeping her in the booth, the wall on the other.

  “The safe word is ‘red.’ You remember that?”

  Parker nodded, hacking at her pancakes some more though her appetite had long vanished, replaced by a hunger of an entirely different kind.

  “Good girl.”

  We’re doing this…here, now… Kristina was so calm, so put together, and so completely in her element. Parker’s heart raced, and she was surprised to find this was thrilling to her as much as it was mortifying.

  “Now, you don’t give a shit about my company right now, do you?”

  She shook her head, cheeks burning, eyes on her plate.

  The fingers between her legs stilled.

  “No what?”

  She felt her heartbeat in her throat.

  “No, Mistress.”

  It was a whisper. God, what if the server comes back?

  “Open your legs for me, now.”

  She inched her thighs apart, the pleather of the bench sticking horribly to her skin. Kristina laughed, rich and dark, and the sound made Parker’s heart skip.

  “Wider.”

  Parker’s breath was coming hard, and she didn’t dare to look up, to look around, too scared of what she might see, of what the rest of the restaurant might see on her face. She parted her legs just a fraction more. Her body jerked when her panties were pulled to the side.

  “Do you like this, Parker?”

  She had to close her eyes when a finger slid over her soaking flesh, her body already betraying her answer.

  “Yes… Mistress…” Her answer was breathless, the cutlery digging into her palms painfully in her vise grip.

  A finger bumped against her clit and her body jumped.

  “Look at me.”

  The fingers in her panties were rubbing her softly, and she was biting the inside of her mouth, hard. She wanted to throw her head back, close her eyes, and give in, yet the presence of the few other patrons, the staff in the restaurant, kept her on edge, alert, ashamed, and excited.

  When she looked up, Kristina was watching her hungrily. The temperature between them felt nuclear, and she risked a glance around, convinced someone, somewhere must have noticed. It seemed nobody had.

  “Put down your knife and fork.”

  Her hands shook as she placed them on the table and moved instead to grip its edge. Her nipples strained against the soft silk of her bra. Wetness soaked her tiny panties, the inside of her thighs.

  “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Kristina licked her lips, long and slow, and Parker wished for her to kiss her.

  “Do you want to come, right here, like this? Dress hiked up, legs open for me in the middle of this restaurant?”

  Yes, no… Her mind warred. The fingers between her legs rubbed her harder, and she whined softly. She was caught, not permitted to look away, and the hunger in Kristina’s dark eyes was undoing her. She was embarrassed, mortified at herself that she was getting off on this, yet it was so good. She was already closing in on the release she’d craved for weeks in Kristina’s absence. She didn’t have it in her to ask Kristina to stop.

  “I don’t know…” Tears pricked the back of her eyes, too many feelings, too much to process, trapped as she was between pleasure and desire and her own sense of propriety, of shame.

  “Soon you won’t have to worry about what people think; the answer will be easy for you. If it pleases me then yes, because you’ll trust me enough to know what pleases me is always for your pleasure too.”

  Kristina’s hand slipped away from her, and Parker swallowed a whine, eyes back on the tabletop as wet fingers slid down the inside of her thigh, leaving a slick trail in their wake.

  “Now, take off your panties and put them in my hand.”

  Her eyes shot up to Kristina’s face and then down to her hand, open, waiting on the bench between them.

  “Right now, sweetheart. Discreetly.”

  With her heart beating in her throat, Parker began the process of wiggling out of them, lifting her hips slightly and working them down her legs through the fabric of her dress. Her cheeks burned crimson as she disappeared under the table, taking a deep breath in the dark, hardly able to believe her own actions as she bent and tugged the material from around her ankles and pressed it onto Kristina’s waiting hand.

  When she emerged, their server was smiling down at her.

  Adrenaline shot again into her blood, and she offered her a watery smile in return as Kristina handed over her card, seemingly unfazed.

  Parker walked to the car behind the younger woman, trying to keep her gait natural while pressing together her thighs, her excitement from earlier coating them messily.

  “So you never told me what happened when you disappeared for two weeks?”

  Kristina pressed a button and the car roared to life. They were back to normal conversation, acting like Kristina hadn’t just shoved her damp panties into her purse, like Parker wasn’t sitting there, tugging down her dress and feeling utterly exposed and completely naughty without them.

  “When you dropped me off, my ex-wife was in my house having sex with the woman she cheated on me for years with, in my bed.”

  Somehow, still caught in the haze of what they’d been doing, Parker found it was easier simply to lay out the facts.

  Kristina’s reaction was the mildest she’d experienced from anyone after telling them that particular news.

  “And how did that make you feel?”

  Really?

  “Honestly… Angry, used, like it wasn’t enough that she cheated on me the whole time but she had to come back and rub it in my face. Not good enough I guess…”

  “And why’s that?”

  They were weaving in and out of traffic, and all this was strange, the wind whipping her hair, her arousal drying sticky between her legs while they discussed Amanda.

  “I don’t know.”

  Kristina just nodded.

  They didn’t speak again until they pulled up to the curb at Parker’s house, only this time, Kristina pulled the car into her driveway.

  “Are you coming in?”

  Her heart jumped at the thought.

  “If it’s okay with you.”

  Parker nodded shyly, holding down the hem of her dress with one hand as she struggled to get out of the car without exposing herself. When she looked back, Kristina was still in the driver’s seat, laughing.

  Parker stormed to the front door. She opened it and tossed her purse and keys on the side table, waiting for Kristina to join her.

  “So just…make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink or…?”

  Kristina stepped close to her, and the mood shifted in a breath.

  “I want you to show me where your bedroom is.”

  Dutifully, she led the way up the stairs.

  Chapter Eight

  “IS THIS THE offending bed?” Kristina strode ri
ght past her, into her bedroom, and immediately made herself at home on the edge of the mattress. Parker hovered awkwardly in the doorway.

  “No, actually, it’s in the backyard—well, what’s left of it… We sort of had a bonfire.”

  Kristina laughed, amusement creasing the skin around her eyes before her expression turned serious again.

  “Come in and close the door.”

  Parker’s stomach flipped. She did, acutely aware of the eyes on her.

  “Take off your dress for me.”

  “I, um…” She glanced around the room, unsure what she was looking for. It was broad daylight, the curtains were open, and Kristina was staring at her, expectant. When did she become this person who was ashamed of her body?

  Eyes on the floor, she shrugged out of her jacket and grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it over her head in one quick move. She let both garments fall to the floor, crossing her arms at her hips, wishing she at least still had her panties.

  She heard Kristina get up from the bed and pad across the carpet toward her.

  “Parker… Look at me.”

  Shame burned hot in her gut as she lifted her head.

  “You are a beautiful woman.”

  A hand reached for her waist, the pads of Kristina’s fingers tracing its curve.

  “Yet that’s how you undress yourself for me? You hide your body?”

  Parker swallowed hard, an apology on her lips, though she kept them tight closed. Surprisingly, Kristina leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft at first, and when her tongue parted Parker’s, it pushed deep into her mouth. Slowly, her shyness fell away, desire taking over.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.” Kristina took a step back. “When I ask you to undress for me, sweetheart, I want you to remember that.”

  Parker watched, mesmerized, as Kristina trailed her tan fingers up over a flat stomach, across the fabric of her tank top, skirting the hem of her jacket until she pushed it back off her slim shoulders.

  “That’s right, baby, watch me…”

  Kristina was so confident, so sure. She was hypnotic, and Parker knew she couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to. Kristina slid her hands down her body, over the swell of her breasts, down the curve of her waist, and God, she was flawless. Anticipation tickled Parker’s stomach as that skintight tank was inched up, softly toned abs revealed, before it was pulled over her head.

  She was breathing hard as Kristina worked her fingers into the waistband of yoga pants—she’s killing me in freaking yoga pants—and then those pants were falling down smooth thighs and Kristina was looking at her, standing in her bedroom in just her matching black underwear. Parker’s stomach flipped.

  “Like what you see?”

  She nodded, quickly remembering herself. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Somewhere during the display her hands had fallen away from covering her, resting at her sides, fingers balled into fists. Kristina reached up to let down her dark hair and shook it out around her shoulders.

  “I don’t want you ashamed and hiding. Do you understand?”

  Kristina reached up and unclasped her bra and let it fall off her arms and tumble to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her nipples were already hard. Parker licked her lips at the sight.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Kristina stood there, naked except for her panties, watching her. The charge between them was dizzying.

  “Take off your bra.”

  Parker swallowed hard. Her hands shook at her sides and she willed them to still, steeling herself.

  Slowly, carefully, she ran the pads of her fingers up the outside of her thighs, over the curve of her waist, closing her eyes and trying to let herself feel the touch.

  “That’s right, baby…”

  Kristina had taken a step closer, she knew without opening her eyes. She let her hands trail forward, up over her flat stomach, feeling the weight of her own breasts in her hands.

  “Good girl. Now look at me…”

  I don’t know if I can do this with my eyes open. She did it anyway. Kristina was watching her intently, and rather than feeling embarrassed, somehow, she felt wanted, desired, desirable.

  “Take it off for me.”

  She reached behind herself slowly and fumbled with the clasp a little before, finally, it sprung free and she slid the material slowly down her arms.

  Kristina was shameless in studying her breasts, and her nipples hardened under the attention, everything in her aching to be touched.

  “Good girl.”

  Rather than stepping forward, Kristina stepped to the side, gesturing to the bed.

  “Shoes off and lay down.”

  Parker kicked off her sandals and moved to comply, trying to hold on to that feeling of being pretty, sexy, desirable, though she felt exposed all over again laid out on the bed, naked. The mattress dipped as Kristina sat beside her.

  “Touch your breasts.”

  Her cheeks flamed. Kristina swung her legs up onto the bed and lay down beside her. She leaned up on an elbow to watch.

  Parker reached up, her heart beating wild, hands shaking as they settled over her breasts. Her nipples strained under her palms, already stiff, sensitive.

  “Show me how you like to be touched, sweetheart…”

  Sadly, she didn’t even know anymore. She tugged a little on the twin peaks, letting out a satisfied exhale at the heat the action shot between her legs.

  “Touch your body…”

  Kristina raked a single finger down between the valley of Parker’s breasts, circling her navel before sliding it away. Parker shuddered at the touch. Her hands followed its path, feeling the goose bumps it had left in its wake, across her skin.

  “That’s right…” Kristina’s dark hair fell over her shoulder. Parker felt her cool breath on her throat.

  “Spread your legs, baby…”

  Parker swallowed hard, raising her hands back to her breasts, closing her eyes, trying to lose herself in the sensation, to distract herself from the embarrassment of being laid open before her.

  “Now show me how you touched yourself last night.”

  Panic and arousal shot in her chest, spilling into her blood, thrilling.

  “Did you lie right here, thinking about me, Parker?”

  She nodded, and Kristina leaned down to kiss her, rough and messy.

  “Were you imagining me fucking you in that bathroom stall?”

  “Yes, Mistress…” She grit out the words, breathy, rough, as she dipped her fingers between her legs to find she was once again wet, hot, completely wanting for Kristina.

  She rubbed herself slow and steady, resisting the urge to go rougher, harder, and just explode. She wanted Kristina to be the one to make her come. The thought alone made her clench.

  Dark hair tickled her chest as Kristina lowered her head and sucked a nipple between her lips. Parker keened and then hissed as she felt the rough graze of teeth followed by the hot lathe of a tongue.

  Kristina let it go with a pop.

  “Do you masturbate with toys?”

  The question shocked her, but she swallowed hard and answered, rubbing herself just a little faster, determined to stay in the moment.

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Do you fuck yourself?”

  The question confused her. She looked up into dark eyes, curious, blushing.

  “Do you put your fingers inside yourself, Parker?”

  Her hand stilled for a minute as she stumbled over the answer.

  “Keep going.”

  The order was immediate and she complied.

  “I…not usually…”

  Is that weird?

  Kristina’s fingers closed around one of her nipples and rolled it softly. Her eyes fell shut. It felt so good to have Kristina touching her.

  “When was the last time someone was inside you?”

  God, what’s with all the questions? Honestly…she didn’t know. Things with Amanda had been pretty mechanical, a means t
o an end. She’d usually just rubbed Parker until she came and then rolled out of bed to shower.

  “I’m not sure.”

  Kristina sucked in a breath.

  Pressure was building between Parker’s legs, and it saved her from being horribly embarrassed over all this.

  “Do you want me inside you, sweetheart? My fingers, my tongue…maybe my toys.”

  Her hips bucked shamefully at the words.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  With a laugh, dark and breathy, Kristina tugged her hand away from herself and guided it up to her mouth. Parker watched, torn between frustration at the loss of stimulation and fascination, as her own pale fingers disappeared between plump lips.

  She couldn’t help the soft hum of approval, arousal, that spilled from between her closed lips as teeth and tongue attacked her fingers. Kristina made a show of tasting her on them, and Parker watched, greedy.

  “Keep your hands up here.”

  Her wrists were raised above her head, and she grabbed her headboard obediently. Her breath caught as Kristina climbed on top of her, slipping a thigh between her open ones, settling over her.

  When lips covered her own and a tongue pushed into her mouth, she tasted herself.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, baby…”

  God, yes.

  A hand covered her, and she parted her legs, eager.

  “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re all mine.”

  Kristina kissed her roughly, moving to bite and suck gently at her neck.

  “This is all mine.”

  Kristina rubbed her before her fingers slid lower, teasing. Parker’s hips bucked up off the bed.

  “Tell me you want it…”

  Kristina’s lips were so close to her ear… Kissing, nipping, sucking. Parker moaned. I don’t want it—I need it.

  “I…want it, please…”

  A finger pressed against her entrance, and she whined.

  “Be specific.”

  This was mortifying, and hot, and screw it.

  “I want you inside me, please.”

  A hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back on the pillows, leaving Parker’s gaze locked on Kristina’s as the heel of her hand pressed hard over her clit, and one finger sunk into her.

  She clenched, heard her own moan, long and low and pornographic, but she couldn’t think, couldn’t see anything except those dark eyes drinking it all in.