And her former Master had been a man.
They needed to discuss Laura’s experiences with him. See if there were any lingering issues. So far it seemed like he’d been a lazy, selfish Dom, but not cruel.
But since Laura spoke of him fondly, she might not consider anything he’d done out of place. If he’d been there the other night, Chicklet wouldn’t have stood a chance.
One last smack and Chicklet rubbed Laura’s blazing red skin, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the small of her back.
Laura exhaled roughly. “Twenty-one, Mistress.”
“Come here.” Chicklet pulled Laura into her arms, backing up until her thighs hit a chair. She sat and drew Laura onto her lap, cuddling her close. Burying her face into those soft brown curls, she inhaled the light, fresh floral scent. “You did very well. Let’s just rest here for a minute, then we’ll talk.”
Nodding, Laura leaned her head on Chicklet’s shoulder. But after only a few second, she looked up, biting her lush bottom lip. “I’m sorry I made you do that.”
God save Dommes from sweet subs with big blue eyes. Chicklet shook her head, pressing a kiss to Laura’s hair. “No one makes me do anything, pet. Sometimes, I give a sub what they need, even if it’s not pleasant for me. And that may happen, but this wasn’t one of those times. I don’t want to hurt you, but I enjoy giving pain that serves a purpose.”
Lips curving into a shy smile, Laura wiggled her butt in Chicklet’s lap. “I would have enjoyed that too if I hadn’t disappointed you.”
Chicklet laughed. “Naughty girl. But that’s good to know. I like spanking for fun. And getting creative with punishments. But I can’t stand having to make my punishments more and more intense because they’ve become ineffective. If a sub isn’t sorry in the first place, and doesn’t want to make amends, then we’re both wasting our time.”
“I agree.” Laura let out a contented sigh. “And I’m glad you were clear on what you won’t tolerate. Is there anything else I should know?”
The question pleased Chicklet. As did pretty much everything else about this snuggly little sub. She considered her answer carefully. “I’m not overly strict—I’ve had bratty subs and they can be fun. But I won’t diverge from the basics. Respect and honesty. If you’re not in the mood to play, just tell me. If we’re not in a scene and you want to debate with me on any issue under the sun, I’m good with that. But I won’t be pushed to do anything I don’t want to. And I value common courtesy.”
“That makes sense.” Laura wiggled again. “And in public?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific, pet.” Chicklet placed her hand on Laura’s knee, her pulse quickening as Laura’s pupils dilated. This conversation wouldn’t go on much longer. She idly slid her hand up Laura’s thigh, then back down, loving the way she squirmed. “At the club or at the mall?”
Laura’s eyes widened in feigned shock. “You go to the mall?”
“Under protest, but don’t be cheeky. I fully intend to fuck you tonight, but that will be difficult with you kneeling in the corner.”
The teasing smile on Laura’s lips shifted as they parted slightly. Lust filled her eyes. She ducked her head. “I’ll behave.”
“Good. Now, at the club, I will tell you embarrassing me would not go well for you. I’m active in the community and a badly behaved sub reflects poorly on me. But we both know you aren’t a newb. So you are aware of what’s expected of you.”
Laura nodded.
“At the mall? Hell, I won’t spank you for telling me pink is not my color, or a dress makes me look like I have no boobs.” She tapped Laura under the chin at her obvious attempt not to laugh. “Honesty and all. Some Doms don’t want friendship with their subs, but I do.”
“I like that. I didn’t think I would. I thought having my Dom up on a pedestal would be best, but…hell, just talking to you over dinner? It was awesome. I haven’t enjoyed being with anyone like that in a long time.” She gave Chicklet a hooded look and nuzzled against her breasts. “And just so you know, I think your boobs are perfect.”
All right, enough talk. Chicklet lifted Laura off her lap and stood to claim her lips. She groaned as Laura leaned into her, her kiss hungry and promising so much more. The bedroom was too far. Actually, Chicklet wasn’t sure where it was.
She didn’t really care. The table would do just fine.
Typically, she would go through the ritual of having a sub present themselves, build anticipation and turn foreplay into decadent torture.
But sometimes a woman needed to be swept off her feet.
Still kissing Laura, Chicklet raised her up onto the table, tugging her dress off her shoulders. The restrictive strapless bra had to go. Tossing it aside, Chicklet took a moment to admire her beautiful breasts. Pressing the other woman back, she slid her lips down her throat, sucking lightly as she moved back up to focus on the soft skin under her ear, a spot that made her suck in a breath and shift restlessly.
Lower, she licked along her collarbone, curving her hands under Laura’s breasts to enjoy their weight in her palms. Her tight little nipples were nice and hard. Chicklet couldn’t resist a taste.
Erect nipples were one of her favorite things to put in her mouth. The texture of them, all nice and slick, was like nothing else. Firm, but giving slightly to pressure, the deliciously sensitive bundle of nerves never failed to elicit a satisfying reaction. As she pinched Laura’s other nipple, rolling it gently, then tightening her grip, Laura gasped, her back arching off the table.
Chicklet used the opportunity to work her dress down to her hips, then tapped her thigh. “Up, little dove.”
Eyes drifting shut, Laura lifted her hips, and Chicklet removed her dress and that pretty little thong. Bending Laura’s knees, she helped her rest her feet on the edge of the table.
Completely exposed, Laura held her body still, but all her other little movements spoke volumes. Her fingers curled against the table. The tip of her tongue pressed into her bottom lip. Her breasts swayed subtly with every sharp inhale.
Trailing her fingers between Laura’s breasts, Chicklet felt her shiver. She smiled as she bent down to kiss the base of her stomach, chuckling at her little jump. Her fingers moved further down, grazing over the soft, slick folds of her pussy.
“Oh god…” Laura’s toes clenched against the table ledge. “Please…”
“Mmm, you’re so sweet when you beg.” Chicklet bent down, letting out a soft breath on those pretty plump lips. “Do it again.”
“Mistress, please…please…Ah!”
That sound, along with the sweet, heady flavor on her tongue, almost set her off. She flicked her tongue over Laura’s swollen little clit, using just the tip to lick along one side, then the other. With her fingers, she opened Laura to take more of her, to explore the hot folds, to tease over the slit that tried to tighten against her tongue.
Laura’s thighs pressed against her shoulders.
Chicklet lifted her head and gave her pussy a sharp slap.
“Ugh!” Laura gasping, her thighs trembling.
“Kept your feet where I place them, pet.” Chicklet stroked Laura’s pussy to show her she wasn’t mad. Little corrections were needed now and then. “I prefer to be free to move where I choose.”
A nod. Not the verbal response Chicklet liked, but she wouldn’t complain about rendering the woman speechless. She returned to licking her, this time increasing the pressure on her clit, then dipping her tongue inside her tight slit.
Her own pussy was aching with need, but she wanted to make Laura come once before she took her own pleasure. Using her fingers would be faster, but no, she wasn’t in a rush. She needed to hear those desperate little whimpers. Feel Laura struggling to hold still. Indulge in how even the slightest touch stole every ounce of her control.
“I fucking love your pussy, Laura. So much that I could keep you here all night, just tasting you. Not eating you out. Eating implies there’s a limit to what I can have.” She presse
d her tongue in deep, curving it, sliding it in and out until Laura’s soft cries filled the room. “Even a buffet has its limit, even if it’s only that you will eventually have your fill. But with your mouth on a beautiful cunt, there’s no need for it to ever end. All I have to do is come up for air.” Taking Laura’s clit between her teeth, she tugged it lightly, with just enough pressure to edge on pain, without going too far.
By now, Laura’s whole body was shaking and a fine sheen of sweat slicked her skin. Her pussy was so wet, Chicklet couldn’t resist licking it long and slow, taking it all in. The moisture on her lips, the way Laura bucked against her face, told her all she needed was a little nudge.
“And then I can make you scream for me again and again.”
A last deep thrust of her tongue and Laura came apart, her back bowed, her nails digging into the table, and the muscles within undulating around Chicklet’s tongue. Another lick made her shudder and she let out a low keening sound. Likely too sensitive now, but as Chicklet constantly reminded people, she wasn’t nice.
She flicked her tongue over Laura’s throbbing little clit.
“Fuck! Ah!” Laura’s legs moved like she would close them. Widened again even as her feet slipped off the table. “Mistress, I’m begging you. I can’t…”
“You can.” Chicklet unzipped her boots and peeled down her black jeans. She didn’t bother with her shirt. In this position, Laura would have trouble reaching her breasts anyway.
Climbing onto the table, over Laura, she braced herself on her hands and leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself.
“And you will.”
* * *
Laura moaned as she felt Chicklet’s bare legs on either side of her hips, the heat of her pussy so close, yet not touching her. She wanted to share the pleasure she’d been given, but she knew Chicklet would tell her what she wanted.
The taste of herself on Chicklet’s lips, the deep passionate kiss, had her ready to do exactly as Chicklet had said. Continue endlessly, giving and receiving, over and over until they were both too tired to move.
“I need you, Laura.” Chicklet ground against her, letting her feel how slick she was. “Arms up over your head. I want to show you the benefits of a flexible Domme.”
The second she lifted her arms, Chicklet was moving, sliding her body over her in a way that had Laura aching to draw her closer. But when Chicklet settled with her knees on either side of Laura, her focus shifted. One part of Chicklet was almost close enough to taste.
All she had to do was lift her head.
Back arched, Chicklet brought her pussy even closer, and covered Laura’s mound with her hand. Her fingers rubbed over her tender lips and then came together to slip inside.
“Now, Laura.” Chicklet’s hips undulated, leaving no doubt as to what she meant. “I want to feel your mouth.”
Bending forward, Laura hummed with pleasure as she licked Chicklet’s pussy and two fingers filled her. This was different than anything she’d ever experienced. With her first girlfriend, they’d experimented with oral a few times, giggling about 69, but failing when they actually did it.
Focusing on getting someone else off, when so close yourself, was challenging. Taking turns was easier.
But she’d been young then, with no experience in the lifestyle. Being a sub had taught her to put another’s desires before her own. So she focused on dipping her tongue deep inside Chicklet, licking and sucking, panting as her own body struggled against losing its grip on the ledge.
Already those curved fingers were wreaking havoc on her control. She thrust her tongue in and out, breathing in the hot, musky aroma, tasting the sweetness of her Mistress’s pleasure.
Chicklet added another finger, pressing in deep, her hips rising and falling in a way that made it difficult to keep up any rhythm.
Until Laura realized she didn’t have to follow her own rhythm at all. Chicklet was showing her exactly what she wanted. Was taking it all.
Without warning, she came hard, fighting it only making the world spin faster as she clenched around Chicklet’s fingers. She pressed her tongue into Chicklet, moving it at the same pace as her fingers, which showed no mercy.
“Ah! Oh fuck yeah!” Chicklet pressed down, then rose up, clenching on her tongue as she came. She gently withdrew her fingers and rested on her hands and knees, gasping in air. “God, I fucking love your table.”
Laura bit back a laugh, turning on her side as Chicklet moved to sit on the edge of the table. “I have a very nice bed we could have used.”
“We’ll use it to sleep in.” Chicklet braced herself on her elbow and kissed Laura, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “But not for long. We’ll try out your shower next.”
The sleep part sounded good. The shower was tempting.
But first, she had to see if she could stand.
Chapter 6
“I’m glad you stopped hovering over my grumpy ass, but you could have stuck around you know.” Sloan laced up his skates, watching Chicklet from across the locker room. “I’ve never seen you so happy before.”
Chicklet shrugged as she finished strapping on her goalie pads. “I have responsibilities here. And Laura’s covering extra shifts. It’s fine.”
After extending her stay with Sloan and Max from a few days to three weeks—most of the nights spent at Laura’s—Chicklet had decided it was past time to come home. She’d loved every minute she’d spent with Laura, and checking on Sloan had given her some peace, but she couldn’t keep leaving her dad alone to run the bar.
Three days back and she felt strangely isolated from the world. She talked to Laura every morning and night and texted throughout the day, but she missed holding her while they slept. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she had any idea when they’d see one another again, but her girl worked hard and basically had just enough time to sleep before starting her crazy schedule all over again.
Sloan still wasn’t cleared to play, but the doctor had given him the go-ahead to resume training. Since the team was on the road he’d asked Chicklet if she felt like playing a little one-on-one.
Her team, Snake Bites, wasn’t getting together for another week, so she’d jumped on the chance of getting back on the ice. Playing with Sloan was always fun. He didn’t hold back, and when she made a sweet save, she knew she was holding her own against one of the best shots in the league.
They made their way out to the rink in companionable silence, Sloan skating a few laps as she stretched. After about fifteen minutes she tapped her stick against the posts to get his attention, eager to throw herself into the precise mindset of reading each play to anticipate the shot. She didn’t want her mind wandering to Laura. To how important the woman was becoming to her. To how her carefree life just wasn’t enough when Laura wasn’t around.
Unfortunately, Sloan was in a chatty mood. “You haven’t been to the club in a while. Your girl shy?”
“You know she’s not.”
“She left the country to get her freak on. I know nothing.” Sloan knocked a stack of pucks off the boards and scooped one up with his stick, lazily sweeping it back and forth as he skated toward her. “I figured you’d be eager to share.”
Jaw clenched, Chicklet glared at Sloan. He took his shot and she dropped into a sharp butterfly stance, snatching the puck before sweeping her stick out to knock Sloan off his feet.
Rising, she slid up to his side. “Why the fuck would you assume I’d want to share her?”
Lips slanted, Sloan leaned back on his elbows. “You share all your subs. So they won’t get attached.”
“She’s different.” Which Sloan had probably figured out, but she knew exactly what he was pushing for. Her lifestyle hadn’t changed in years. She’d always insisted she hated feeling tied down.
Being honest about what she wanted kept her lovers from getting hurt. The ones she enjoyed the most expected nothing more than the pleasure she could give when she hit the club. She rarely played with the same person twice, but the
exceptions weren’t clingy or jealous.
She didn’t think Laura was either, but she considered what they had a whole different level of…commitment. A word that had been scary as fuck until now.
The simple answer would be to take herself off the market. To devote herself to the relationship and never let herself want more. She was pretty sure she could do that, but was denying herself, and Laura, the experience of adding a willing toy to their scenes really what would make their relationship last?
“Chicklet, I love you. You’re one of my best friends and you’ve gotten me out of my own fucking way more than once. Consider this me doing the same for you.” Sloan pushed to his feet, skating up to the net to stand by her side. “She’s interested in you. Let her get to know every part of you. Most importantly, the fucked up fun bits.”
Chicklet snorted and shook her head. “She doesn’t need that part of me. She’s only just begun to accept that what she needs is completely normal. It’s too soon to explore something that’s really not.”
“I figured she wouldn’t want the other cops to know she’s a sub, but does she really think there’s something wrong with it?”
“With being a sub? No. Being a lesbian? Yeah, she’s still working through some shit.” She shrugged, confident that she could get Laura over the trip ups from her past. She wasn’t so sure Laura would ever accept a relationship being…flexible. “Maybe someday I’ll touch on the subject. I won’t risk what we’re building for my ‘fucked up fun bits’.”
With a solemn nod, Sloan pulled off his helmet and held it to his chest. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.
After a full minute of him not moving, she rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder. “You meditating? What the fuck, dude?”
“I think the loss of a great Domme deserves a moment of silence.” He smirked at her as he donned his helmet once again. “I’m done. Shall we play?”
I’m gonna hurt that boy. Chicklet glared at him as he skated out to center ice to grab another puck. Thankfully he was serious about practicing his shots for the rest of their time there, but she had to fight not to let his words distract her.
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