by Larkin Rose
She lifted her chin. She wasn’t there to tame anyone or catch someone she didn’t want to snare. There was no time for games. She was there to get fucked. And God knew those eyes promised just that.
She widened her stance, softly placing her stiletto boot against the white marble tile, her heart thundering. It was that exact moment, with the sound of her heel clicking erotically against the porcelain, that she realized how bright the room was. From the couch, to the curtains, to those retro winged-back chairs, to the floors and walls. Bright. Tan, cream, off-white, to white. Everything was so damn bright. Save for three jade pillows tossed on the couch and the jet-black TV screen, the room screamed sterile, and don’t-fucking-touch.
Everything was modern and immaculate. A row of round candles stair-stepped along the center of a white wood and glass coffee table. A tall white lamp stood alone in a corner. Had the bedroom been just as impeccable? Eve struggled to remember, not knowing why she should care. She shouldn’t. She wouldn’t.
She focused on Jodi and brazenly drew the blouse apart to expose her naked breasts. Her hands trembled as she let the material drop from her grasp.
“Beautiful,” Jodi said lightly, her eyes rich with need. She leaned forward and lazily hung an arm over her crossed leg. “More.”
With heat assaulting her pussy, Eve snagged open her jeans, kicked off her boots, and wiggled the denim down her legs, leaving the pink silk thong.
Jodi’s gaze skimmed over her bare chest, down her stomach, and stopped at her underwear. Eve’s nipples hardened under the mental caress. “Take them off.”
She wanted to refuse. God knew, she really did, though no sane woman would, or could. She was standing in front of a wall-to-wall window before the whole fucking city of London, even if they couldn’t see her. But those daring eyes told her Jodi would accept nothing less than Eve’s obedience. She wanted nothing more than to be obedient for her.
She pushed the thin material down and kicked them away.
“Good girl.” Jodi rose from the chair and patted the vacant seat. “Come. Sit.”
Eve stepped quickly to the chair, thankful she wouldn’t be on display any longer.
“On your knees. Facing the window.”
Eve swallowed a gasp when she looked up into that stern face and realized Jodi wasn’t playing. At all. Her expression remained emotionless, waiting. “Jodi, I—”
“Now, Eve.” Jodi took a step closer, inspecting Eve’s erect nipples. “Stop pretending you don’t want to.”
Eve couldn’t move. Her mind was consumed with questions about how Jodi could know so much about her. How she could read her fantasies through her eyes.
Jodi ran the tip of her finger over a rock-hard nipple, then twirled the tender edge between her thumb and forefinger, making Eve’s pussy sting. “I’m waiting.”
Eve studied her for several seconds, her pussy aching and clenching. She waited for a playful smile, but Jodi stood stock-still. Something in her demeanor told Eve to move, to obey Jodi’s commands to the letter; that in doing so, she would reap every ounce of reward.
Hesitantly, Eve turned to face the chair. She knelt on the padding and gripped the curved back.
Her pussy clenched tight when Jodi came to stand behind her. “I think I like you this way. Open, exposed, and wet.”
A strangled cry flew past her lips when Jodi dragged a single digit along her slit, then pushed her hood up, exposing her swollen tissue. She jerked into a bow and opened farther. Once again, she was on exhibition. This time in a most vulnerable position. This time not caring. The moment was too intense to give a shit about anything other than those skilled hands working her pussy like an artist.
“I could close the curtain, but this is too erotic. Your body against the expanse of such a beautiful night sky.” Jodi shoved her hood higher and Eve hissed and spasmed.
Eve watched their reflection, how Jodi observed her own actions. Jodi drawing in the sight of Eve had her pussy clamping tight. And then Jodi closed her eyes as if savoring the moment. Eve could almost feel the entire room change moods.
Jodi let her eyes flutter shut with Eve’s erotic whimpers. She stroked her clit, trapped the hardening tissue between two fingers, massaging and pinching, then flicking and circling, pulling incoherent sounds from Eve’s throat.
If Eve only knew how nervous and unsure she was, how confused and in utter disbelief at her luck to have Eve here, naked and available for her taking, she’d turn around right now and race from this apartment and never look back.
Right now, Jodi was a disaster with Eve’s flesh on her fingertips. She needed to get her head clear, needed to take a deep breath and swallow back indecision. From the second Eve had appeared in the doorway of Amelia’s kitchen, a strange turmoil had taken hold of her mind, and the possibility of living a normal life, with a steady girlfriend, without “dates” and little black books, consumed her thoughts. She wanted a dog, maybe even a cat. She wanted to cook dinner and cuddle in bed to watch a late-night reality show.
Could she break routine? Could she alter her chosen path? Walk the straight and narrow with all the average, hardworking people? Like Amelia? Like Eve? Like the women at her party she barely knew? Was it hopeless to think she could live among them? Had she coveted this ride for too long? Could she jump ship this late in the game?
Eve bucked when Jodi scissored her fingers around her clit. Jodi opened her eyes to look up the expanse of Eve’s spine, at the tattoo shaded in green-black, the dragon’s eyes red and defensive and careening over her shoulder blade.
Then she caught Eve examining her in the glass. Her lips were parted, curiosity in her eyes. God only knew what Eve had read in her expression.
She draped herself over Eve and followed the tail and body of the artwork with her tongue, holding the misty reflection looking back at her. “You like watching yourself come, Eve?” She teased Eve’s opening then pressed her index and middle finger inside.
Eve moaned. Sweet music. Jodi struggled not to close her eyes again.
It seemed Eve was struggling with the same thing. Her eyes fluttered. “I like watching you fuck me.” Eve hissed through clenched teeth and lost control. She closed her eyes.
Jodi withdrew and with practiced skill forked two fingers to open Eve’s slick lips, then lifted the hood of her clit again with her middle finger, exposing the sensitive area beneath.
Eve bucked. “Jesus, Jodi.”
Jodi lifted away from Eve and memorized the delicate indentation trailing down to her rounded ass, how smooth and taut and tan her skin was, down to her own fingers stimulating pleasure between Eve’s spread thighs.
Perfection. She was absolute perfection.
Right now, Jodi had perfection on her fingertips. She wanted to taste her, tongue-fuck her, drive inside her.
Desperate for Eve’s flesh against her face, Jodi moved her hand and knelt. She pushed open Eve’s ass cheeks to expose her anus and her weeping pussy, then ran her tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal and inhaling her desire.
Eve cried out and a rumble of possession cracked from Jodi’s soul. She licked faster, sucking and kissing her clit, lapping her juices in feverish swipes of her tongue, hungry and desperate for more.
Addicted. She was fucking addicted to everything about Eve. Her odor, her unbridled cries, her bossiness outside this room, her complete submission inside it. She wanted to fall on her flesh, wanted Eve thrashing against her, around her, in her.
“Get inside me, Jodi. Dear God, fuck me!”
Jodi inserted a single finger inside her, teasing her G-spot before trailing a wet path to the ringed muscle of her anus. She pressed once and Eve whimpered. Jodi flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue, then pushed her finger inside.
“Fuck, Jodi! I’m coming!” Eve loosed a raw scream and bucked.
Jodi wrapped her free hand around her waist and drove her mouth around Eve’s clit, sucking and pulling, all while Eve surged backward against her face. Her pussy and ass p
ulsed with strong contractions as Jodi continued drinking from her, tasting her, starved for more.
Eve’s body rocked and convulsed, her orgasm intense and clenching. Her arms folded and she bent completely over the bar of the chair, and then her knees gave way.
She had the sensation of falling and then she was secure in Jodi’s arms, cradled against her hard chest like a victim, like some damn girl. Light-headed, she looked up into Jodi’s smiling face.
“You should remember to breathe when you’re coming.” Jodi kissed her forehead, cheek, then the hollow of her throat. “But you sure know how to give a girl a big head.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, stud.” Eve pushed out of her grasp and sat up, taking in her surroundings and the fact that she was now on the floor. Her head swam for a brief second then cleared. “Sex and lack of food. Does it every time.”
“I tried to tell you those breakfast bars would be the death of you.”
Eve slowly turned to look at her, Lexi’s mockery of her eating habits ringing loud in her head.
Jodi looked stunned for a second, then quickly recovered by pulling Eve against her body and biting the skin at the crook of her neck and shoulders. “Figuratively speaking, that is. You’ve been eating them like candy around the studio.”
Eve sighed. Her body hummed and tingled, and she wanted to do it again. Right now. God, she’d never felt anything so fucking incredible in her entire life. Leaving this one behind was going to be harder than she thought. Not hard enough, of course, but she was sure her dreams and memories were going to scorch her for a long while.
She inhaled to clear the fuzz from her mind, then rose and started across the cold marble floor. With a single glance over her shoulder, Eve stalled at the threshold to the master bedroom. “When you’re done talking to yourself about health and nutrition, I’ll be waiting. Wet. And ready for you. Again.”
Jodi growled in heated lust when Eve disappeared into the room. She considered staying where she was to see if Eve would come back for her, to see how long it would take Eve to come back for her, then she thought better of it and shoved off the floor.
She slid to a halt at the door when she found Eve perched in the middle of her king-sized bed, backed against the iron bars, hands looped around two spindles, knees bent, and legs parted enough to glimpse sweet pink flesh.
A moan started in the pit of her stomach, then flew past her lips as a helpless mating whimper. She stalked to the bed.
Eve smiled, a devilish crook to her lips. “Stop!”
Jodi did, though she didn’t know how. Her mind was already on the bed, pinning Eve to the mattress, bucking inside her.
“See that black tie?” Eve nodded toward the closet.
Jodi gave a single incline of her head, unable to turn away from the feast laid out before her.
“Bring it to me.”
Their roles obviously reversed, not that she cared, Jodi darted for the tie looped over the hat rack on the back of her closet door and ripped the fabric from the hook. When she turned back, Eve was on her knees at the foot of the bed.
Eve patted the edge. “Come. Sit.”
Jodi obediently obliged, albeit with a hint of reluctance.
“Scoot back to the headboard.”
With a shove, Jodi slid backward across the mattress until she was wedged against the cold steel.
Eve crawled up the bed and straddled her thighs. She ground her pussy down hard and grabbed Jodi’s hands as they wove around her delicate thighs. “Not so fast, tiger. A girl needs to catch her breath, you know?”
With speed Jodi never knew something so petite could possess, Eve shoved her hands against the iron. Her face void of any emotion, she wound the tie around Jodi’s wrists, twice, and then knotted it around a bar.
Eve sat back on her heels and eyed her captive. Sexy couldn’t touch the description of Jodi. Her hair was perfectly tousled, her long legs stretched out, and that tight tummy waiting for Eve’s lips. And her eyes were packed with a desire so deep that the sight scared Eve. She’d never seen passion so thick.
She lowered herself across Jodi’s body and sucked her lower lip between her teeth.
When Jodi groaned, she traced her upper lip, corner to corner, and then slicked her tongue inside. Heat gathered in her stomach, and she palmed Jodi’s face to hold herself in check, to keep from whimpering like a lovesick fool at the intensity engulfing her.
She could very well become addicted to this kind of sex, with this particular woman. Who could blame her? Jodi was a walking advertisement for sex. And here Eve was, the center of her attention, her focal point, unable to get enough, knowing full well she’d never forget a second of this night, of this week.
She pulled back and Jodi attempted to follow. The tie halted her advances, and she fell back against the bars with a gruff growl.
Eve slid down her body, unbuttoning her shirt as she lowered herself, stopping only to assault those cut muscles lining her stomach, licking and nipping, needing to bite and chew until she felt satisfied and full. Then she slipped between Jodi’s thighs and tugged the rivet of her jeans open with her teeth.
Jodi could barely breathe, yet could barely not, and she couldn’t look away.
She’d never wanted anyone so ferociously in her life. The need was like a constant ache in her gut, curling and tightening into pain. She’d never felt anything like it.
Eve tugged Jodi’s jeans down and studied her white mid-thigh briefs with a twinkle in her eye.
This was a mistake. All of it. Every minute of their time together was only making her miserable, making her think about things that just couldn’t be. Eve wasn’t available. Neither was Jodi. Yet the facts couldn’t stop the runaway images assaulting her thoughts.
She wasn’t normal. She was an escort. A whore to the rich with nothing to offer Eve, nothing but a used-up body that had made love to hundreds of women. No one in their right mind would want her.
Eve tugged her underwear down and off then thumbed her lips apart. Jodi snapped her thoughts away and tugged at her bindings in desperation to reach for Eve, to slip her fingers into those long, dark strands, to pull her face harder against her crotch.
With the pressure of Eve’s tongue along her clit, lifting her hood over the sensitive flesh beneath, Jodi rose off the mattress and slammed her head into the bars. “Ah, fuck!”
Eve drew the flesh into her mouth and flicked her tongue against the tip.
Jodi pumped toward that pleasing mouth, her orgasm scrambling so fast to the razor-sharp edge that it blinded her with cruel intensity. She fought back the urge to release, desperate for control, not to come so damn fast. Eve sucked harder, her hungry moans vibrating against Jodi’s pussy. Lights flashed behind her closed lids and then her body dissolved into liquid convulsions.
Visions of Eve draped over the chair—the depth and darkness of the night sky stretching beyond the window, her reflection staring back at Jodi packed full of desire—flashed through her mind as her orgasm ripped through her body. She hissed and cussed, tugged, pumped, and shattered, and then she went limp against the mattress and bars.
She lay still, eyes screwed tight as her body tingled. She struggled to remember the last time she’d allowed a woman to make love to her, to touch her, the way Eve had. The answer wasn’t readily available. She’d slept with hundreds. Yet only allowed a rare few women to reciprocate. None of whom were paying.
Stone-hearted. That’s what Amelia called her. Was that what she was? Stony, cold, withdrawn? Or realistically holding tight to the only thing that kept her sane, seeing it as the job that it was? Nothing personal.
When Eve shifted between her thighs, Jodi cracked her lids open. Her lips were glossy from Jodi’s arousal, her come, her release, and then she licked them, a slow savoring of her tongue from one corner of her upper lip to the other.
Jodi jerked at her binding, wanting Eve’s flesh on her face, in her mouth, bucking beneath her body so badly she almost begged. Almost.
“Untie me.”
Eve only smiled and sat back. She fanned her legs open, exposing pink flesh. “You see, Jodi, I’m not very savvy to these domination games—role playing, control ripping, whatever the hell it’s called, but I do know one thing; there’s a safe word involved, and you didn’t give me one before you so willingly allowed me to tie you up.” She licked her middle finger, then eased her hand between her legs.
Jodi couldn’t have dragged her gaze away if the devil himself appeared and offered her a cool spot in hell. She yanked against the bars with an animalistic snarl. “Eve, don’t.”
“Isn’t it so much more exciting to look when you can’t touch?” Eve drove two fingers inside herself. She threw her head back and arched into her hand.
Desperation whipped down Jodi’s limbs. To gain release. To be the one drilling her fingers inside Eve, fucking her. She twisted her wrists, only managing to tighten the knot.
Eve’s stomach muscles bunched as she rocked against her hand, her fingers slick with her own juices. “What do I look like, Jodi? Right now, fucking myself?” She pulled her fingers out, then she pushed them back inside, once again arching as her pussy swallowed their length.
Something sharp snapped inside Jodi. She wrenched her arms forward and hissed in pain. “Eve, dammit, untie me!”
“Tell me.”
Jodi relaxed her arms and watched those fingers glide so deep. “Sexy, erotic.” She wriggled her wrists, finally loosening the pressure. “I’m going to fuck you, Eve. So fucking hard.”
Eve withdrew and opened her lips to expose her swollen clit. She dragged her finger up the base, over the hood, unsheathing the delicate tissue beneath. Then she flicked and cried out. “Do I look like a two-bit slut?”
Jodi froze, breath hanging in her throat like thick fog. Her heart slammed against her chest. She’d said those words to Eve. Lexi had said them.
Without waiting for an answer, Eve fell back against the mattress, her middle finger flicking faster, her hips rocking and pumping. Her dark nipples stood erect, tight and needy. “I’m, ah, shit. Jodi, I’m coming!”