Lisa sucked her clit, relentless in her desire to service her lover.
She sucked and sucked until the organ exploded, then trembled inside of her mouth.
Taryn was exhausted. "Enough," she said, pulling Lisa away from her cunt. "Come and lay beside me."
Lisa smiled and curled up beside her. Resting her head on Taryn's breast, she felt her chest heaving and gasping for oxygen. When she grew quiet, Lisa closed her eyes and fell asleep. While her body rested, her mind worked to savor the memory of what had just transpired.
It was almost noon when they awoke from their slumber. Half naked and bearing the scent of their passionate lovemaking, the two women lay with their legs and arms entangled. Remembering how rough she'd been, Taryn looked Lisa's body over very carefully. As expected, she was bruised and swollen. The welts from the riding crop were hot but not inflamed. "I see I've not hurt you too badly,"
Taryn whispered. "Next time I may not be as gentle."
Lisa smiled, pleased to hear Taryn say, "Next time." She saw the twinkle back in her flashing green eyes. A naughty grin on her face, she looked at Taryn's breasts. She would be angry when she found the bruises, but for now Lisa took a small pleasure in knowing she'd make them. Would Taryn punish her for making them? And what about Taryn? Did she ever allow anyone to punish her? Lost in the daydream of spanking Taryn with a leather whip, she dressed and followed her back to the main house. Her eyes fixed on Taryn's swaying ass, she couldn't dismiss the fantasy of making those golden cheeks tremble and sting beneath a whip.
On the other side of Morgan Estates, Kimberly Justin was sleeping very soundly. Taylor wandered about outside her room, hoping to get a glimpse of her when she awakened. The staff at Morgan Estates was whispering, wondering about the new guest who'd shown up
Friday evening. Jill and Lisa were good about keeping confidences, but Susan and Laurie were hopeless gossips.
"Taylor!" Laurie called from down the hall. "Come and have breakfast with us. She's not going anywhere."
Taylor felt sheepish standing outside Kimberly's room. To avoid further embarrassment, she said, "Okay," and started down the hall to join them.
Fresh fruit, muffins and coffee were standard fare on Saturday mornings. Morgan Estates was like a hotel in many ways, serving meals and providing room service. It just happened to cater to a select group of female only clients. Susan, Laurie and Taylor filled their plates and took a table by the east window.
"Oh, Taylor, you should see her naked!" Laurie exclaimed. "She has the most gorgeous tits."
"And her ass," Susan began. "What I wouldn't give to butt fuck her!"
Taylor dolefully shook her head. "People will hear you," she whispered to her companions. "You know the rules."
"Oh, bother," Susan whimpered. "If we can't have fun, what's the point?"
Laurie nodded in agreement. "You really need to loosen up, Taylor. Maybe we can help you out a little." She smiled suggestively, winking at Susan.
"Yeah," Susan said. "Twosomes become boring. Put three women in a room together and it's like a heat wave over the Arctic!"
Taylor was blushing with embarrassment. "Come on, you two. I'm serious. We shouldn't be talking about our new guest like this.
Besides, if Taryn hears us talking, we might lose our jobs."
Susan was rolling her eyes at Laurie when Taryn appeared in the dining room with Lisa by her side. "Speaking of the devil," Susan whispered. "Taryn! Lisa!" she called out. "Come join us."
Taryn smiled a weak smile and gently pushed Lisa in their direction. "Go see what they're up to," she whispered. "I need to check on Kimberly."
Lisa nodded. Although she felt a twinge of jealousy toward Kimberly, she was also anxious to gloat in front of the other women.
After all, she doubted any of them had ever slept with Taryn. "What are you three up to this morning?" she asked, taking a seat beside Taylor.
"Oh, we were just wondering the same thing about you," Laurie replied. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief.
A big grin spread across Lisa's face. Suddenly, her all too solemn eyes were sparkling in the early afternoon sun. Feigning a yawn, she shrugged. "Not much," she replied. "Taryn wanted to meet with me so we went to the cabin. You know about the cabin, don't you," she added. In her heart, she was fervently hoping they did not.
"I didn't know there was a cabin on the estate," Taylor said, an honest expression of surprise on her face. "Did you know?" she asked, turning to Laurie and Susan.
The two women smiled knowingly. "The cabin is Taryn's special place," Susan explained. "I've heard it's her love nest. Of course, we wouldn't know anything about that. Would we, Laurie?"
"Oh, no," Laurie replied, getting into the game. "Although I've also heard it's where she takes women when they need to be punished. Is that why you were there this morning, Lisa?" she asked.
Lisa's face reddened. "No!" she exclaimed, looking askance at the two women. "I suppose I shouldn't say anything, but with this sort of rumor, I'd better set you straight." She paused, took a deep breath and sighed dreamily.
Lisa's dramatic pose was so humorous that Laurie and Susan struggled to stifle their giggles. Clueless as to what was going on, Taylor looked truly perplexed. What were they talking about?
"Humph! If you must know, we're lovers," Lisa proudly proclaimed.
Laurie and Susan burst out laughing. "Oh, Lisa, you are hopeless,"
Laurie told her. "Taryn has fucked just about every woman who works here. She's probably stolen more cherries in that cabin than George Washington ever saw in a lifetime!"
Susan turned to Taylor, knowing that she had a huge crush on Taryn. "Your time will come," she reassured her. "Taryn has her own ways of choosing when and how she will take a woman. But trust me, she will take you." She fixed her gaze on Lisa. "Taryn always gets her way with women."
Lisa stood, an incredulous expression on her face. "I know that!"
she insisted. "For heaven's sake, I didn't say we were lovers for life!
Must you turn everything I say around?"
Susan sighed. "Lisa," she whispered, placing her hand over Lisa's trembling fingers. "You'll be lucky if Taryn ever holds your hand again, let alone fuck you. Once, twice at the most! Taryn likes virgins. You are so naive. I should think you'd know this by now."
Taylor gulped. She felt vaguely sorry for Lisa. Yet, she also felt a wonderful tingle of excitement between her legs. To think of Taryn being the one to deflower her! She shivered in anticipation, mindless of the hurt in Lisa's dark eyes.
Her gaze cast to the floor, Lisa skulked toward the offices down the hallway from the dining room. She wiped tears from her eyes, then set her shoulders back and held her head high. "They'll pay for this,"
she muttered to herself. Lisa was not the meek little mouse everyone thought her to be. She'd show them! Unlocking her office, she slipped inside and slammed the door shut behind her.
After seeing to it that Lisa was safely deposited in the dining room, Taryn had proceeded to the guest wing at Morgan Estates. She smiled as she looked in on their sleepy new guest.
Kimberly opened her eyes when she heard the door close behind Taryn. "Oh, goodness," she said, rising up on the bed. She looked about the room. "How did I get here?" she asked. "The last thing I remember is taking a warm bath and … I guess I don't remember much from there." Certain she must have drunk herself silly, she asked,
"Did I drink so much that I made an absolute fool of myself?"
Taryn was touched by the worried expression on Kimberly's face.
Smiling as she walked across the room, she sat down on the bed beside her. "No, silly," she reassured her. "You were so tired from your busy day, you fell asleep," she explained, squeezing Kimberly's hand affectionately. "You've obviously been working too hard. Don't you ever take a vacation?"
At a complete loss with her circumstances as well as her surroundings, Kimberly felt her heart pounding against her chest.
"When I can," she r
eplied, wondering what, if anything, to infer from Taryn's comment. "With the promotion and all, I've been very busy," she added by way of explanation.
Taryn smiled and smoothed Kimberly's hair from around her face.
When Kimberly closed her eyes, Taryn's gaze wondered over her body. Her legs were slender, yet strong. She wondered how they would feel fixed about her waist, hanging on to her while she thrust her cock deeply inside of her. She gazed at Kimberly's breasts, rising and falling in time with her breathing. The soft curves rounded upward to her nipples. The tips were turned slightly outward, accessible to Taryn who longed to suckle her.
She imagined Kimberly's full breasts inside a leather corset, the nipples peeking through tiny openings. She imagined herself fastening a nipple clamp on each one, the pincers so tightly coiled there was no leverage. She could not be gentle, could not give in to those expressive green eyes that tugged at her heart in a discomforting sort of way. She drew a deep breath. No one laid claim to Taryn's heart. This was all the more reason for her to want this woman. Yes, she would take her and then she would push her away, reject her as she had so many before her. Kimberly was a threat to be removed.
Taryn licked her mouth hungrily as she eyed her newest prey.
Kimberly's eyes were not completely closed. She peered at her through the slit in her eyes, the opening imperceptible to the object of her scrutiny. She wondered what Taryn was thinking. She seemed to be examining her and Kimberly found it disconcerting. Yet, she did not want to stop her. The moments seemed to drag as she struggled to control her breathing. She felt an unexplainable excitement stirring between her legs. When she could bear it no longer, Kimberly opened her eyes. Nervously, she brushed her fingers through her hair, tousling the strands where Taryn had touched her. "I must look a mess," she said.
Taryn returned Kimberly's steady gaze, wondering if it was excitement or fear that caused her eyes to burn with such intensity.
Her own eyes were so full and swollen with passion, she could barely see Kimberly's face. She felt the heat of her desire merging with the heat of the voluptuous woman lying beside her. She drew a sharp breath, the warmth rushing through her and blazing into a fire between her legs. Her panties were damp with excitement. How she longed to grind her wet pussy against Kimberly's face, to torture her into one interminably long hour of cunt lapping. Oh, what she wouldn't give to fill her mouth with her hot juices, to smother her with her desire! She gasped, her chest constricting and her mouth dropping open. Her body was hungry for air, needing to replenish what her body devoured as she struggled with the need inside of her.
Kimberly was mesmerized, her mind weaving a fantasy all its own.
She leaned closer to the beautiful woman sitting next to her. The air about Taryn intoxicated her senses and the liquid warmth of her soft brown eyes drew her unbearably closer. Something told her to pull away, but she could not. Her lips parted and she started to speak, but her voice froze in her throat. She felt Taryn touching her face, caressing her in the most gentle and tender way. Was this the same woman she saw whipping Jill last night?
"Don't be afraid," Taryn whispered. She breathed in the scent of the beautiful woman sitting beside her. All thoughts of Lisa and their rabid morning intercourse faded into a memory that she knew she'd very likely forget. Oh, the ache between her legs was so strong!
Trying to temper her passion, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against Kimberly's. The softness and warmth filled her with a longing unlike any she'd known for a very long time.
In the space of those five seconds, Kimberly felt dizzy and disoriented. Although she could not focus on any single thought or feeling, she knew one thing for certain, she did not want this sweet kiss to end. She moved her tongue against Taryn's lips, slowly, almost cautiously as she tried to measure her response.
Taryn felt Kimberly's pulse pounding and throbbing in her throat as they kissed. Her neck was exposed, the soft white skin seeming to beg for Taryn's lips, her mouth. She pulled away when she felt Kimberly's tongue pressing against her lips. Careful , she warned herself. It would be so easy to take her right here and right now – to show her that it was she who would make the first move. Kimberly's place was to follow and obey. But it was too soon. Far too soon to begin the process of taming this woman who had yet to realize she needed and wanted someone of the same sex in bed beside her, a woman who knew how to render her powerless and fill her with a longing so deep she would do anything to fulfill it.
Visions of Kimberly with her boyfriend crept into the scenario.
When Taryn envisioned Kimberly with Mark, the image drew her warrior instincts out. Her nostrils flared and she thought of his penis inside Kimberly's mouth, her cunt, and her ass. Suddenly she was angry with Kimberly for being so foolish and timid, for giving herself to Mark in any way, time or place he wanted her. Excitement giving way to fury, she knew she must leave before she lost control. She stood and told Kimberly, "I'll send someone to help you bath. I think you'll find everything you need in the closet." She was halfway through the door when Kimberly called out to her.
"Taryn."
"Yes?"
"I didn't bring any clothes. If you could arrange for someone to take me home, I'll wait and take a shower there."
"Take you home?" Taryn said in a voice colored with disbelief.
She dismissed Kimberly's statement as one not worthy of a response.
"Laurie and Susan got your sizes when they undressed you last evening," Taryn told her. "They went shopping this morning and purchased a few things for you. If you don't find their choices to your liking, let me know. I can always send Taylor to your home to pick something up for you." Noting the puzzled expression on Kimberly's face, she told her, "We want our guests to be comfortable, no matter how long or short their stay." She started into the hallway once more.
"Taryn, wait!" Kimberly called out. She searched for something to say – anything that would make her stay a little longer while she debated what to do.
"Yes?"
"I … I appreciate your hospitality, but I can't stay here," she finally blurted. "I've work to do this weekend. Besides, if last night is any indication of the excursions you offer, I'm not so certain I want to partake of your services." A part of her hoped that Taryn would come back and explain to her what last night meant, to give her some explanation that would assuage her fear and convince her to stay. She was visibly surprised by Taryn's response.
Taryn laughed and told her, "It's up to you. I will tell you one thing. Your friend Pat is the purveyor of our services. She wanted to give you something special to celebrate your promotion to … vice-president, I believe? Anyway, I promised her we wouldn't tell you until after you'd rested and spent the night here. She was afraid you'd leave without giving us a chance to show you what we have to offer."
She paused and shrugged her shoulders as if indifferent to Kimberly's choice of whether to go or to stay.
So I was right all along , Kimberly mused. She paused and turned her eyes away from Taryn's steady gaze. This excursion, if she dared call it that, was rocking the very foundation upon which her life was based. Somehow, she knew that everything she'd ever believed or hoped for would be challenged if she allowed herself to go through with this. Could she survive the earthquake and continue her life as she'd planned it?
Sensing her hesitancy, Taryn walked back across the room. She took Kimberly's hand and pressed the open palm against her lips. Her temper had calmed, allowing her to be playful and gentle with this woman who looked at her so expectantly. With her tongue, she traced the line from Kimberly's palm to her forefinger. "Why not do it?" she asked. "Live dangerously for once, Kimberly." Taryn kissed each of her fingertips, then leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Think about it," she whispered. "There's no need to make a hasty decision."
As swiftly as she'd appeared, Taryn was gone. Kimberly laid full length on the bed. She ran her hand over the spot where Taryn had been sitting. What's
happening to me ? she wondered. Everything she'd ever dreamed of or planned in her life now seemed to be challenged. "I'm not a homosexual," she whispered to herself. "Yet, why do I feel this way? What is it about this woman that makes my heart race and my bosom ache?" Lost, frightened and uncertain what to do, Kimberly closed her eyes and fell into a restless slumber.
Chapter Seven
Satisfied that her guest was not going anywhere for the time being, Taryn returned to the dining room. She noticed Lisa was gone, and so were Laurie and Susan. She walked over and sat down beside Taylor.
"Looks like you've been abandoned," she said.
Taylor stared at the single rose sitting in the center of the table. "I should get to work myself," she said, her voice a shaky whisper.
Amused with her young protege, Taryn stood and pulled Taylor up beside her. "Come," she said. "I need to go downtown and run a couple of errands. I'd like you to drive, if you would." She gave Taylor a questioning look, implying that the choice was hers to make.
"Yes, I'll be glad to take you," Taylor replied. "When do you want to leave?"
"Let me change into something a little warmer and I'll meet you out front. Say fifteen minutes?"
Taylor nodded. "I'll be there," she replied. She watched as Taryn strode down the hall to her private quarters. She left the dining room and made her way to the garage. It was several degrees warmer inside the heated garage than it was outside. She started the Bentley that Taryn preferred for winter outings. When it had warmed sufficiently, she drove to the front of the house and waited for her.
Taryn chose her outfit very carefully. She wanted her appearance to say it all. First, she selected pants, black leather with a lace-up fly.
Next, she chose a shirt, a cotton Henley that she knew would fit nicely underneath her leather jacket. She smiled at herself in the mirror.
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