by Leigh Hays
She got up and leaned out her door. “Hey, can you book me a flight to Hong Kong?”
Sabine looked up and nodded. “Sure. When and what time?”
Lindsey considered her options. “Next Tuesday should work. Something really late or early morning.”
“No problem. I’ll get back to you with some possibilities.”
“Great.” She paused. “Can you get the trust paperwork for the Kearns account over to Amy’s desk today?”
“Sure.” She scribbled a note on a Post-it and turned. “Are you still pursuing the foundation approach with her?”
“Yeah, Rebekiah and I need to reschedule the New York trip.” The thought of going anywhere with Rebekiah right now filled her with anticipation.
“Did you want me to schedule that for you?”
Lindsey shook her head. “Not yet.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Do you want me to take over the account for you?”
Lindsey stared, wondering how obvious her connection to Rebekiah was.
Sabine coughed and stammered. “I mean, I know that she’s not your usual client…”
Lindsey smiled and shook her head. She was overworked. “I’m good. Thanks.”
“There’s something about her. She’s got this…pull.” Sabine reached out with her hands to mirror her words.
She said it in such a way that Lindsey asked, “Did you know her before?”
Sabine shrugged. “We travel in the same circles. She’s hard to miss.” Her smile said there was so much more to the story.
“Oh.” She wanted to know what circles, but she’d have to work up to that. Instead, she tapped her hand on her door and said, “Well, I’ve got to get back to work.”
She sat down at her desk both intrigued and confused at Sabine’s revelation. She was right; Rebekiah did have a pull, and Lindsey was not immune to it. She doubted if she ever was.
Chapter Twenty-one
Lindsey stood on the threshold of Rebekiah’s apartment and took a deep breath. Her invitation left little doubt about what she wanted them to do tonight. And she wanted that as well. That was not the issue. It had more to do with the way Rebekiah wanted to have sex. What did she call it? Willing submission. The idea of surrendering to someone else’s will left her excited and nervous. In some ways, she’d already done it. She had allowed Rebekiah to control her movements while she took pictures. And that had gone well. But this was taking it a step further, and she felt a little anxious. She swallowed her nerves—she’d slept with women before—and knocked.
Rebekiah opened the door and swung it wide. “Come in.” She leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Somewhat surprised by the casual affection, Lindsey stepped inside and smiled. “Sorry I’m late.”
Rebekiah closed the door behind her. “There’s no late. I told you to come whenever.” She brushed Lindsey’s neck as she took her coat and asked, “Did you eat? Are you hungry?”
“No, I grabbed something earlier. How are you feeling?” She wanted to check in about last night.
“Better. Sorry, I don’t usually fall apart like that.”
“It’s okay.” She squeezed her hand. “I’m glad I was there to help.”
Rebekiah squeezed back but averted her eyes and pulled away.
“I really like your place.” She’d only gotten a glimpse of the entryway when she’d picked up Sera. Even more than her studio, the apartment was all Rebekiah. The open floor radiated warmth and style. Hardwood floors were burnished a bright gold, inset track lights created a soft glow, and comfortable furniture divided the space into a relaxed living room, a small but efficient galley kitchen, and at the far left, a bedroom.
“It’s a little messy.”
Odds and ends were scattered around the apartment; tiny stacks of papers sat on the kitchen island and coffee table. It looked lived in. Bending down to take off her boots, Lindsey looked up at her and said, “If you say so.”
Rebekiah maneuvered them into the living room. Curled up on her dog bed, Sera raised her head and scrambled over. Lindsey leaned down and scratched her head.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Rebekiah nodded toward her kitchen.
“Do you have club soda?” Lindsey and Sera moved toward the living room.
“Sure.”
She missed the weight of Rebekiah’s hand on her back as she wandered toward the living room. A set of three pictures hung on the wall. Shots of bridges. She paused at the middle one. “I love the Brooklyn Bridge shot from the East River. Yours?”
“Yes. All of them are mine.”
“Were you on a boat for that one?”
Rebekiah walked over, weaving between her dog and the coffee table. Handing Lindsey a glass, she said, “Sort of. A friend of mine works with the NYPD, and I was out on one of the marine boats.”
“Cool.” Sera butted her legs.
Rebekiah frowned and pointed to her bed. “Go lie down.”
Sera glanced up at Lindsey, and she shrugged. “I’m sorry, girl.” Sera moved away, and Lindsey focused on several black books and photo boxes in a corner cabinet. Nodding, she asked, “Is that your portfolio?”
Rebekiah nodded and sat down on her couch. “More or less.”
Lindsey glanced at her. “Do you mind?”
Rebekiah gestured with a go-ahead motion.
She pulled a book at random and joined Rebekiah on the couch. Taking a quick sip, she set her glass on the coffee table. Then adjusting the book on her lap, she slowly flipped through a series of black-and-white BDSM photos. “These are good.”
Rebekiah moved closer and ran her hand along the photo. “I’ve been blessed with good moments.”
“Good moments?” Rebekiah’s face was much closer than she thought. She could just lean in and—
“Photography is really just having the camera ready for the right moment.”
Lindsey’s mind came back to the conversation. “And what’s the right moment for these?” She swept her hand across the open book.
Rebekiah smiled. “I wanted to capture moments of humanity. People use sex to explore. The BDSM community is no different. They take pain and transform it into pleasure. It’s a concept that mainstream society just can’t wrap their minds around. They see the whips, the chains, and the leather and think pornography.”
Lindsey looked at the pictures and understood. The pictures were done in a pinup style, but the people were not objectified.
Rebekiah tapped one of the pictures. “This woman is the CFO of a multibillion-dollar insurance company in Hartford. She spends her life being on top, and at the end of the day, she can no longer step out of that persona. She doesn’t need therapy; she just needs to reconnect with herself. Her dom helps her do that.”
Lindsey stared. It was not the first time Rebekiah had talked to her about domination and submission. Lindsey’s other lovers enjoyed power play, but none of them spoke so directly about it. Lindsey touched Rebekiah’s jaw. “What about your needs?”
Rebekiah kissed her palm. “I get what I need.”
Lindsey closed the book. Rebekiah put it on the floor with a slight thud. Lindsey held her face and kissed her, openmouthed and hungry. Rebekiah returned the ferocity of the kiss while their hands roamed over and under their clothes. Lindsey hissed as Rebekiah’s hands brushed against her breasts. Rebekiah moaned into the kiss.
Coming back to her ear, Rebekiah whispered, “I should have fucked you that night.”
Lindsey sucked in a breath. She wasn’t sure which night, but she didn’t care. With just a few touches, Rebekiah had brought her arousal to the forefront of her thoughts.
Rebekiah made quick work of her shirt and bra. She kissed her bare breasts. Lindsey’s breath hitched at the first touch of tongue on her nipples.
“Do you like that?” Rebekiah breathed into her ear, planting kisses along her jawline.
Lindsey nodded.
Rebekiah tweaked one of her nipples and said, “I asked you a question. Do yo
u like that?” She squeezed again. Lindsey arched into her hands as Rebekiah worked her breasts and nipples.
“Yes.” Her voice broke.
Rebekiah kneaded her nipples, bringing them up to points and squeezing them. Again and again, alternating between each nipple, each breast. Lindsey’s breaths deepened, and her gasps came quicker with each pinch.
Finally, Rebekiah twisted both nipples at the same time and nipped at her neck. “I want to push you into places you never thought you’d go.”
Lindsey groaned, and Rebekiah squeezed them again. She gasped, and Rebekiah whispered, “Do you want me to do that for you?”
Lindsey moaned. “Yes.”
Rebekiah let go again and smoothed them back down. “Then I’m going to need a safe word for you.”
Lindsey opened her eyes, the mood temporarily dampened. She was familiar with the term and its usage but confused by why she needed it. “Safe word?”
Pulling away, Rebekiah looked her in the eyes and said, “Do you know what I mean? It’s important that you know you can stop this at any time.”
Lindsey nodded; curiosity coupled with desire ran through her as she tried to imagine what Rebekiah had planned that might need stopping. “How about ‘stop’?”
She frowned. “Something you’re less likely to say in the heat of the moment. Like ‘red’ or ‘apple’?”
Lindsey laughed. “iPhone.”
She grinned. “Exactly. So, ‘iPhone’ when it’s too much and you need to stop. We should have one for ‘you’re getting close to my boundaries, but keep going.’”
“Laptop.”
“Great.”
Lindsey pulled her in. “What about you? Do you have safe words?”
Rebekiah leaned in and whispered, “We’ll use yours.” She caught her mouth in a searing kiss, and Lindsey’s arousal returned full force.
“Stay here.”
Lindsey groaned and opened her eyes to see Rebekiah getting up. Her body ached to be touched. She shifted on the couch, aware of how wet her underwear was. The constant push pull of pain and pleasure had her soaked. Loosening her belt, she slid her hand down her pants. Her eyes closed as her finger brushed past her clit.
“Tsk, tsk. Starting without me.”
Lindsey opened her eyes and smiled up at her. “You were taking too long.”
Rebekiah grinned and said, “Well, I wanted to bring toys.” She held up a silver chain that looked a lot like nipple clamps and a blindfold.
Lindsey smiled and increased the motion between her legs. “Then by all means, come back.”
Rebekiah put her toys down and knelt in front of Lindsey. “Let’s get rid of these.” She tugged on her pants. Lindsey pulled her hand out, and Rebekiah pushed it back. “Oh, don’t stop.”
Lindsey kept circling her clit while she let Rebekiah remove her pants and underwear. “What about you?”
Rebekiah spread her legs. “Let’s worry about you first.”
Lindsey didn’t argue and asked, “Is this how you want me?”
“Almost.” She reached behind her and brought back the silver clamps. “Here. Hold out your hands.” Rebekiah passed her the clamps. She smiled and chuckled. “Used these before?” she asked as she moved her hands up Lindsey’s body and began to twist and pinch her nipples like before but with more pressure.
Lindsey gasped and nodded. “Once or twice.”
“Good, put them on.” Rebekiah twisted hard on one and then the other. “I’ll help.”
Lindsey moaned as Rebekiah ran her tongue around her breasts again and again, ending each time with a sharp pull and tiny bite at the tip. Lindsey struggled with the chain and the clips, trying to attach them while Rebekiah sucked her breasts. She managed to get one on and then it slid off before she could tighten it.
Rebekiah held it in place. The first one sent bolts of sensation—neither pain nor pleasure—throughout her body, and she gasped. Rebekiah eased in front of her and held her face. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Still panting, Lindsey locked eyes with her, and the feeling faded. She was ready for the next one and rode the sensation with a breathy moan. She opened her eyes and saw Rebekiah smiling up at her.
“You look beautiful.” She gathered the chain and tugged. Lindsey groaned and writhed at the contact. Rebekiah adjusted the tightness. Then she leaned in and purred, “How’s that feel?”
Lindsey groaned. She curled in to lessen the tension, but Rebekiah tapped her chin and smiled. “None of that. You’re supposed to feel it.”
Lindsey wanted to please her. Taking a slow breath, she embraced the pain while it flowed. Pinpoints of pleasure mixed with pricks of pain. Her entire body lit up with its intensity.
Rebekiah settled between her open legs. “Such a gorgeous body. So strong and soft. I bet you have women hitting on you all the time.”
She shrugged, and the chain pulled tight. Amid a fresh wave of pleasure pain, she struggled to concentrate. “Yes.”
Rebekiah put her finger to her lips. “Shh…but you’re too busy, aren’t you?”
She relaxed at her touch and nodded, entranced by her voice and the words she was saying.
“Close your eyes.”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A soft cloth covered her head, and she opened her eyes to the blindfold’s darkness. Stripped of her sight, all she could do was concentrate on Rebekiah’s voice and her touch.
Fingers traced along her stomach. “You never slow down, do you?”
Lindsey shook her head, more aware of the pull on her breasts and the touches on her body.
“That’s why you run. That’s why you travel. You don’t ever have to slow down. Nothing to ground you.”
With the blindfold on, what was an electric hum along her nerves burst into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Rebekiah’s words touched at a core truth. She did run. She did hide. Blinded and forced to look at the truth, she stopped fighting and let go.
Fingers moved along the inside of her thigh. Her breath caught and ended in a moan.
“I’m going to ground you, Lindsey. I’m going to pin you in this moment, in this space, and you’re going to feel every minute of it knowing that you’ve stopped and that you’re actually here and present. Are you ready to do that?”
She managed a breathless “Yes.” Rebekiah was right; she’d never been more present in a moment of her life than now.
Rebekiah took one of her hands and moved it back between her legs. “I want you to keep touching yourself.”
Lindsey moved her fingers. She was so wet. She felt the air shift, and Rebekiah’s tongue ran over her fingers and into her wetness. Her tongue teased along her inner folds and rubbed up against her clit and then back again, running up and over her fingers. Her breath came quicker and quicker and hitched for a moment as Rebekiah’s tongue pressed inside her. She lost herself to the sensations of Rebekiah’s mouth until far too soon she pulled away, and Lindsey blindly reached for her. “Don’t stop.”
Rebekiah’s hand smoothed along her thigh. “I’m still here. Keep touching yourself.”
Her face grew hot. Not seeing Rebekiah made the act of masturbating much more intimate than before.
The cushion shifted, and Rebekiah whispered, “How close are you to coming?”
Lindsey groaned. “Pretty close.”
“Then I want you to come.”
She doubled her efforts, settling right on her clit and flicking it repeatedly.
“Let go. You look so ready. Your lips are so red and full. Everything’s so wet, and I can hear you every time you move your fingers. Come for me.” Rebekiah’s words talked her toward her climax, and she felt it wash over her, coming in fast and then ending languid.
Before she could recover, Rebekiah’s fingers slipped inside her. Her body arched, and she moaned. “Oh…” The fingers shifted, and a deliciously full feeling rolled over her. Her hand slipped against her clit, and she howled her second climax.
Fingers opened first one and then
the other clamp. She yelled as the blood shot straight to her nipples. She grabbed them, hoping to relieve the pressure. And then Rebekiah’s tongue dove into her center, licking and lapping all around her clit. She licked her again and again as she felt her third orgasm coming.
“Can you feel me?” Rebekiah’s words spoken against her body.
“I can feel you.”
The licking stopped, and she felt more fingers poised at her entrance.
“What can you feel?”
Fingers pushed inside, and she bucked against them.
“Tell me.”
The blindfold made her feel desperate for visual connection, so she pulled it off. Blinking against the sudden brightness, she stared down at Rebekiah. “I feel you everywhere.”
Rebekiah’s hair was plastered to her face, and she grinned. “Where? Tell me where.”
The fingers twisted inside Lindsey, bringing another wave of wetness.
She closed her eyes and gasped. “In my cunt.”
Without losing a beat, Rebekiah reached up and pinched her left nipple. “And where else?”
Her eyes snapped open again, and she covered her breasts with her arms. “In my breasts. My fucking nipples.”
“That’s right. I’m right there in all those places and so are you. Now come.” Rebekiah’s fingers kept moving, a relentless push pull inside her. Her tongue lapped faster and faster. And her nipples—fuck, that was not fading. Her whole body stiffened for one long moment, held at the edge of her orgasm before she crashed.
She slumped against the couch and lay there for a minute while the aftershocks ran through her. It was the second time Rebekiah had reached past her walls and pulled her out. It was unnerving, comforting, and arousing. She opened her eyes. Rebekiah knelt at her feet with a satisfied smile on her face.
Bleary and sex drunk, Lindsey reached out. She needed her closer, much closer. “Come here.” Rebekiah crawled up her body and kissed her. She cradled her face and deepened the kiss. They crashed sideways on to the couch and broke apart. She felt both light and heavy.
She touched the rough fabric of Rebekiah’s clothes and asked, “Why are you still dressed?” Her words came out sleepy and slurred.