Love Letters Volume 1: Obeying Desire

by Ginny Glass, Christina Thacher, Emily Cale, Maggie Wells

  The eighth lashing landed a little harder than Rebecca anticipated, causing Hilary to cry out. Her body contracted. The girl’s limbs trembled, as though searching for relief. In between sobs, she took deep shaky breaths. For a brief moment, Rebecca thought the receptionist might use her safe word. As a Mistress, pushing people to the brink was part of her job, but she rarely drove people over the edge. How could she not have noticed that it had become too much for Hilary to handle? Her heart ached as she listened to the uneven breathing and heaving sobs filling the room. She wanted to kneel down, untie and comfort her until she stilled.

  Walking around the back of the spanking bench, Rebecca placed a hand on Hilary’s thigh and traced a line straight down the girl’s thin leg to the ankle strap. She could release the sub at any time, stop the whole affair and provide the reassurance she knew the receptionist craved.

  Back off? Sure, Rebecca had reined in her punishments occasionally when a submissive looked like they’d reached a wall, but she’d never backed out of giving the stated penalty. The fact that she was even considering such a thing sat heavy in her mind. What was this girl doing to her? Then again, this wasn’t a typical session. If Hilary decided to rat her out to the owners—well, she didn’t want to think about the ramifications of something like that. Hilary wasn’t a paying client and she didn’t belong to Rebecca.

  As she started to tug at the ankle restraint, the girl quieted. Rebecca waited to see if she’d speak. Nothing. She counted to ten to be sure she’d provided ample time. Still nothing. If Hilary had thought about asking for relief, she’d decided against it.

  The need to ask the question that consumed her mind overtook Rebecca. “Have you ever received a punishment like this before?” She instantly wished she could take the words back. As much as she wanted to know, she feared the answer might devastate her.

  It took the girl several moments to answer. “Never.” Rebecca started to correct her, but Hilary broke in. “I mean, no, Mistress.”

  Feeling lighter, Rebecca made the last two lashings with the flogger gentler and quicker than the previous ones. With each passing second, Hilary’s perfectly rounded ass tested the control Rebecca had worked so hard to build as a Domme. If it were up to her, she’d spend the rest of the night torturing the girl into sweet pleasure as many times as her petite body would withstand.

  That wasn’t Rebecca’s decision though. The girl wasn’t her submissive. Hell, she wasn’t even sure that was a role the girl would willingly take on. Though her behavior indicated she would make an excellent one if she ever decided to go down that route.

  Jealousy rose as she thought about the imaginary person who would be lucky enough to come home to Hilary. Or already did. For all she knew, there was already another woman in the girl’s life. They’d discussed her dating life a couple time, but never gotten into great detail. The receptionist had mentioned going on a date with a woman she met at a club, but that was months ago. She’d never thought to ask how it turned out. Maybe because she didn’t want to know.

  Shaking the thought from her head, she put down the flogger and walked around to the front of the bench and removed the blindfold. Tears glistened in the girl’s green eyes. Rebecca expected to see a look of disgust or horror. Instead, the woman looked at her with longing and desire.

  “Do you understand what you did wrong?”

  “Yes, Mistress. It won’t happen again, Mistress.”

  “Good. I’ll untie you and then you’re free to leave.” Rebecca started work on the first of the wrist restraints.

  All she could hope for was that news of this wouldn’t get back to the higher-ups. She’d chosen to deal with this her own way, without going to the owner, because she knew her own punishment would be less severe. Once she saw how responsive Hilary was, she’d gotten carried away. At best, it could stay a secret between the two of them. A look they could share from across the waiting area that everyone would wonder about, but no one would ever be able to guess.

  The girl needed the job and hadn’t done any serious harm. The man hadn’t even noticed anything unusual had happened. Thank God for blindfolds. Firing her seemed harsh for a first offense.

  “Are…are you sure?” The raspy words came between heavy breaths.

  Rebecca stopped fumbling with the restraints and stared at her. After that, she couldn’t believe that the girl would want more. For most first timers, that would have been more than enough. Hell, they would have been begging to get out the door and away from her and the room full of potential punishment instruments.

  “Shouldn’t I make it up to you in some way?” Hilary reached out and placed her free palm on Rebecca’s thigh. “To prove I’ve really learned my lesson?”

  Sparks flew through Rebecca’s whole body. Any control she’d been able to hold on to while serving out the sentence quickly melted away. How was she supposed to say no to an offer like that? Not an easy task any day, but with those big round eyes staring at her, it seemed nearly impossible.

  “I could show you how sorry I am. I mean, if you’ll allow me to, Mistress.”

  Fuck. This girl knew exactly how to hit all her buttons. “Are you being greedy?”

  “No, Mistress. I would never…I mean, I just want you to know that I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “And how would you propose to show me that?” The question escaped her lips before she had the chance to think about it. Now the words hung heavy in the air, waiting to be answered.

  This wasn’t how she ran her sessions. She never got involved with clients. They never asked either. Part of the contract they signed during their first visit. This time was different. They hadn’t reviewed any documents or laid any ground rules. The raw and unplanned nature kept them from going through any of the formal processes that normally preceded a scene. Hell, she hadn’t even asked for them. That was part of the fun.

  Finding a good sub to play with outside of work was one hell of a chore, especially finding a woman who wanted to play with her. Not exactly the kind of thing she could bring up on a first date either. Hey, want to let me tie you up and whip you until you scream? Yeah, that was a good way to ensure she didn’t get a second date. It always came up eventually though. Hard to ignore for any length of time, and the truth typically sent women racing for the door.

  “Please, Mistress?” Hilary pleaded with her, running her hand over Rebecca’s inner thigh, stopping short of her aching sex.

  This night sure had turned around quickly. A little while ago she’d practically forced Hilary into her dungeon as payment for keeping silent about the day’s events, and now the same girl was begging her for more. She grinned at the thought. Simply watching as the easygoing receptionist lost control during the session would be enough to fuel fantasies for years to come. The unforeseen fringe benefits made her smile.

  “Yes, you may.” As quick as she’d been to enjoy them, she was even faster to scold herself for allowing such thoughts to run through her mind. She finally had the perfect job at the perfect place and she was risking it all for a girl who might not even like her.

  “Can I have my other hand, Mistress?”

  She debated it for a moment. If she gave this girl more freedom, Rebecca couldn’t even begin to imagine the things Hilary would be able to do. Then again, their current position didn’t allow for easy access to anything. Though, easy might not be a good thing. Just the thought of allowing the girl access made Rebecca’s whole body shake in anticipation.

  “I have a better idea.” With all the control she could muster, Rebecca removed the ankle and remaining wrist restraints.

  With the help of Rebecca’s hand, Hilary stood. The girl’s shaky legs barely seemed capable of holding her up, but somehow she managed to keep her knees from buckling. Fuck. Rebecca had nearly forgotten how amazing the girl looked, standing there in nothing but her bare skin. The sight made Rebecca wetter and even more desperate for the attention she’d been promised.

  “Kneel.” She hoped the brunette hadn�
��t heard the little break in her voice at the end of the word.

  *

  The cold floor of the room did little to calm the fire raging through Hilary’s body. All the fantasies in the world couldn’t have prepared her for this evening. She could barely manage to breathe, let alone think, as she moved herself into position, awaiting the next command.

  Rebecca took a few steps closer, and Hilary could smell her arousal. All this time, she’d known the mechanics of what went on behind closed doors at the Black Rose, but she’d had no idea how good it felt. If she had, she’d have signed up a private session months ago. Then again, she got the impression this wasn’t a typical visit. Far from it, in fact. Clients paid to be here and largely controlled what went on. Sure, the Dommes were in charge, but the subs asked for specific things and the Mistresses were obliged to provide those services. Hilary hadn’t asked for anything. She didn’t even know what she’d ask for. All she wanted was to touch the woman in front of her. To act on any one of the fantasies that been running through her head for the past several months. Even if she didn’t get that, the memory of being strapped down and having her ass flogged by the gorgeous redhead would keep her reaching for her vibrator for the foreseeable future.

  Of course, the picture in front of her right now would help too. Rebecca’s miniskirt—if it could even be called that—did little to cover her undergarments. The front only managed to cover the waistband of her panties. The lacy edges of the woman’s thong immediately drew her attention. The thin fabric almost allowed her to peek through. Almost. She needed to have her hands on them, to run her fingers over the smooth skin of Rebecca’s thighs and follow the trail up and under the dainty fabric. Would the skin be bare? She’d always imagined the woman kept herself completely hairless, but she needed to know for sure.

  Using the tips of her index and middle finger, Hilary traced a line from Rebecca’s ankle, up to her knee.

  “Did I give you permission to touch me, sub?”

  Yanking her hand back, Hilary bit her lower lip and stared at the floor. “No, Mistress. But I—”

  “Was I not clear earlier about how you should respond to my questions?”

  “Yes, Mistress. Very clear.” Blood pounded in Hilary’s head, making it difficult to process any of Rebecca’s words. Fighting the instinct to reach out and run her hand over every inch of the woman’s skin, she stood perfectly still and waited.

  “Let’s try this again. Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  “No, Mistress.” Her heart leaped a little at the excitement of responding correctly.

  “Do you want to touch me?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” At that moment, she wanted it more than anything else in the world. She didn’t want to show it though. Not right away at least. This wasn’t a woman she’d brought home from a bar. She worked with Rebecca. Not as equals either. The Mistress sat far above her in the hierarchy, and while receptionists might be a dime a dozen, a good Domme was worth her weight in gold. If one of them had to go at the end of this, it would be Hilary. If lines were to be crossed, she needed to know that Rebecca wanted the same things.

  “You have my permission to touch.”

  Picking up where she left off, Hilary circled the woman’s knee joint, then followed a bluish vein up her Mistress’s inner thigh to the edge of the woman’s lace panties. Through them, Hilary could feel her wetness. Hilary wanted to savor every minute of this experience, but so much of her was begging to rush through this early bit until she reached the part she knew would make her Mistress scream.

  As she outlined the delicate material, she allowed a finger to slip neatly beneath the fabric. Just for a second. The feel of her partner’s shaved mound against her skin made her pussy contract. Clearly it had the same effect on Rebecca. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she tilted her head back and placed a hand on Hilary’s head.

  “May I remove your panties?” Hilary asked, running a hand down one endless leg.

  “Yes.” Rebecca’s voice was breathy and heavy with desire.

  Resisting the urge to rip the fabric from the woman’s body with no thought to preserving the garment, Hilary peeled them away, sliding the bottoms all the way down to her ankles, then helping her step out.

  She’d been right. The woman’s mound was completely bare. Licking her lips, Hilary went straight for her Mistress’s clit, brushing the tip of her tongue against the protruding nub, using the gentlest touch she could manage. At first she thought maybe Rebecca couldn’t feel it, but the second she pulled away, the woman whimpered.

  “More,” she demanded, grabbing Hilary’s hair.

  Desperate to get a better taste, Hilary dove in, this time swirling her tongue in every direction and across every bit of hot flesh she could manage. The salty-sweet taste of cream drove her crazy. Focusing in on her partner’s hood, she took her time, lingering on the areas that won her the biggest reaction. Each cry she managed to evoke from her partner sent a shiver down her spine.

  Damn. The woman’s voice affected her in ways she didn’t think possible. Lapping at the proof of her partner’s enjoyment, she clenched her inner muscles, holding back the arousal growing in her own body.

  “Touch yourself.”

  For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Hillary thought about questioning it, but realized it wasn’t a request. It was a command, one she fully intended to follow through on.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Reaching a hand between her thighs, she played with her nub. The already sensitive organ buzzed with excitement as she gave herself permission to enjoy the experience. For every brush of her tongue over Rebecca’s clit, she mirrored the action on herself using her thumb. A scream filled the room, but she couldn’t tell who it’d come from. At this point, it didn’t much matter. Haziness filled her mind and blurred her vision until the only thing she could focus on was her body’s sensations.

  “Don’t come,” her mistress whispered. Unlike the woman’s previous command, this one was breathier, less forceful. “Not until I give you permission.”

  The last word of the phrase hung in the air. Permission. Hilary had never allowed anyone to tell her when she was or was not allowed to come. None of them had the control over her that Rebecca exhibited. Even if they’d provided similar instruction, Hilary doubted she would have been able to will herself to climax. Her body ached and she could feel her inner muscles squeezing tight as her body threatened to disobey the command. Swallowing hard, she attempted to control herself, moving her finger a little to the side, avoiding her most sensitive parts.

  She focused instead on her partner’s pleasure. She wanted to please her Mistress, but Rebecca seemed bound and determined to make this as difficult as possible. She moaned and cried out, each noise making Hilary’s muscles tense.

  Rebecca fisted her hair and pulled her in close, encouraging—no, insisting—that she apply more force. Seconds later, Hilary could feel her partner starting to fall over the edge. “Come with me.”

  The urgency in the Domme’s voice made it an order, not a request. One Hilary was more than happy to comply with. Dipping her finger into her slit, she used her own juices to lubricate her finger, and rubbed the tip along her clit until her whole body started to shake and fall apart. As Rebecca screamed her release, Hilary plunged over the edge, spots forming in front of her eyes. Muscles still contracting, she reached out to grab Rebecca’s arm to help steady herself.

  “Damn.” Rebecca’s knees shook as Hilary leaned against her.

  “Agreed.” Hilary tried to keep herself kneeling, but standing was completely out of the question. Her body felt like gelatin, and she doubted her strength would return to normal anytime soon.

  Neither of them spoke for a moment, then Rebecca helped her off the floor and over to her clothes. Until Hilary started dressing, she hadn’t considered how the evening would end. She’d been so caught up in everything going on that she hadn’t stopped to think about the next step. A onetime deal. Punishment for her crimes. I
t certainly didn’t feel like she’d been reprimanded. Her ass was a little sore, but otherwise it seemed like a reward. One she didn’t deserve.

  Maybe the punishment came now. When she walked out the door knowing that tonight couldn’t be repeated. That she’d never get the chance to indulge with her perfect woman again.

  Once clothed, she tried to think of a way to indicate her interest in repeating the evening. For Rebecca, this constituted another day at the job. Nothing more. Hilary would have to walk away and pretend it never happened. A tall order when she’d have to watch the woman at work every day, check her clients in and imagine her doing the same things to them that she’d done to Hilary.

  Yeah, because that would be no problem at all. She tried to picture herself smiling and escorting someone to the door, handing them off to this perfectly poised woman and watching as they walked away whispering about what the session had in store. Perhaps this was the real punishment. She’d wind up quitting, and the company wouldn’t have to worry about firing her.

  “Do you think you might require another training session, sub?” Rebecca cleared her throat. “Maybe somewhere more private?”

  Hilary had to replay the question in her head a few times before the words developed any meaning. A request to play again was one thing, but outside the halls of the Black Rose was an entirely different game. In fact, it wasn’t a game at all. “Where did you have in mind?” She used her best flirtation voice, but it came out sounding forced.

  “My house. After I take you out for a nice dinner.”

  Dinner? That sounded like less of a fuck session and more of a date. For the first time, it struck her that Rebecca might have enjoyed the experience as much as she did. Maybe even enough to consider making this more than a onetime deal. “I don’t think that’s going to work for me.”

  “I totally understand. Thanks, though…” Rebecca’s voice trailed off. Though her hard exterior and constant control hid it well, Hilary could see the hurt in her eyes.