Visions

by Larkin Rose

  Paige pushed her ice cream away and gave Sam an “I hate you” stare. “You’re going to burn in hell for this one.”

  “It’s going to be my pleasure.” Sam took Paige’s discarded ice cream and started eating. “Isn’t this the best rocky road ever?”

  “Witch.”

  Chapter Nine

  Paige stepped into the theater. Her last-minute instructions were to buy a ticket for The Avengers, sit in the middle aisle, second row from the back, and to look directly ahead. Nowhere else.

  Even though she wasn’t happy with Vinden’s action film of choice, she did exactly as instructed. Gaze locked on the screen as if the very core of her sexual being depended on it. In all honesty, it might. If tonight held any luck, it damn well depended on her obedience.

  The lights finally dimmed and the movie began. Her gut churned and sweat broke out across the back of her neck. She stared directly ahead, refusing to even shift her gaze.

  Twenty minutes later, she was beginning to feel like an idiot and a little bit ridiculous. She was alone, sitting rigid straight, obeying the commands of someone she didn’t even know. Where the hell was Vinden with all her heated promises? Was this all some kind of sick joke? Had Sam orchestrated this entire ruse to teach Paige a lesson?

  No. Sam wouldn’t do that to her. So who? And why?

  Someone slid into the seat beside her and Paige stiffened. Her insides clenched and her stomach rolled so fast she was positive she was going to throw up.

  This was it. Whatever Vinden had to offer, she was about to receive it.

  God bless the action movie and the sound system in this place and the fact that this theater fell second best to the one near the mall that would have been packed this time of night. Vinden had chosen her location wisely.

  “Hello, Fedora,” Vinden whispered very close to her ear.

  Paige couldn’t say a word. All she could do was stare directly ahead while a conflagration of heat consumed her pussy.

  Vinden flicked her tongue against Paige’s earlobe. “Your obedience will be rewarded.”

  Paige let her eyes flutter shut and her lips parted. Fire rolled between her thighs.

  The incandescence that whisper generated in Paige was torturous. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take before she screamed in pain. Only once had she experienced this kind of heat, this kind of seduction. God help her, she was going to burn alive.

  “Now open for me. I need to touch you.” Vinden pushed her whisper against Paige’s neck.

  Paige did as told, lifting her leg up and over the arm, opening herself. She dared a glance at the few couples farther down the aisle. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in the movie.

  Cool air feathered across her wet lips, though it did little to cool down the inferno.

  Vinden palmed her ankle, working dangerously slowly up Paige’s leg, kneading flesh with every rising inch. A slight roughness to her hands, Paige noted. A working woman. Construction? Gardener? Someone who worked with her hands all day. A million jobs ran through her mind as that hand rose higher.

  When Vinden reached the alcove, Paige arched, all ideas and thoughts flying from her mind, pleading for that hand to capture her, to cover her, to fuck her.

  This pain, this incredible heat, was addicting.

  But God help her, she wanted more. So much more. She wanted to come around this woman’s fingers and mouth and tongue, no matter who was watching or listening.

  When a finger tipped the edge of her clit, Paige sucked in a breath.

  “Are you ready for me, Fedora?” Vinden slightly flicked her. She sucked the lobe of Paige’s ear into her mouth again, then whispered, “I need to feel you.”

  Paige circled her hips and pressed forward, seeking the pressure, beyond desperate for more contact. “Yes. Please.”

  Vinden pressed her finger a little harder, and Paige had to bite back a cry. She could do it. Cry. In a howling fit, she could bawl her ass off right now. She was that desperate. That horny. That greedy. She’d hunted so hard for this moment.

  She arched and circled faster.

  Vinden pressed into her neck and Paige inhaled for any odor. There was nothing more than the scent of Vinden’s shampoo and conditioner, possibly a body wash. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious, and she wanted to bury it between her thighs.

  “Do you want me inside you, Fedora?”

  “God, yes.” Paige angled her hips higher, pushing her body toward that pleasing finger.

  When Vinden pulled away, Paige grumbled. Vinden pulled Paige’s hand off the arm and pushed it between her legs. “Touch yourself, Fedora.”

  This wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to masturbate. She’d done that a hundred times. Thousands. Nightly, sometimes to kick-start her mornings, and right now, masturbating wasn’t, shouldn’t be, part of this nightly equation.

  When Paige didn’t do as instructed, Vinden covered her hand with her own and pressed down, slowly circling her hand in motion with Paige’s.

  Okay, so maybe one more time wouldn’t hurt. If her mystery woman was going to assist, technically, it didn’t count as masturbating.

  Paige started circling, enjoying the feel of Vinden guiding her way. The pressure built while Vinden tucked her face into Paige’s neck and kissed a fiery path along her flesh.

  Harder, faster, Vinden circled their fingers against Paige’s clit, applying perfect pressure, perfect motion.

  Paige’s orgasm climbed like a kite on a breezy afternoon. She pumped against Vinden’s fingers, desperate for the razor sharp grip of climax.

  Vinden slowed her movements and Paige pushed forward, terrified Vinden would withdraw the contact when the pressure was building so steadily. She parted her lips to lash out, scream, yell, curse, beg, whatever her mind conjured up first, but before she could unleash her fury, Vinden urged Paige’s middle fingers inside herself.

  Paige hissed in satisfaction as Vinden pushed harder, encouraging her with steady pressure to go deeper.

  With the heel of her palm, she pushed backward, and Paige withdrew to the tips of her fingers, alternating in, out, with Vinden’s silent commands.

  Vinden moved her middle fingers over Paige’s on an outward stroke, then pushed against her once again. She followed Paige to the edge and allowed the tips of her fingers inside.

  Holy weakness, where did this woman come from? Aside from not knowing what the fuck she looked like, she’d been ripped right off a page of Paige’s fantasy book. She knew exactly what to do and wasn’t afraid to take control. Wasn’t afraid to try. Somehow, she knew just what Paige wanted. Only one other woman had been so bold, had taken so many initiatives.

  Again and again, Paige pushed inside herself with Vinden’s fingers slipping just inside her opening, moving a little bit deeper with every thrust.

  Vinden nipped the flesh just below Paige’s ear and Paige hummed. “Make room for me, Fedora. I need to be inside you.” She pushed against Paige’s fingers one last time, then followed Paige inside.

  Paige bit down on her lip and sucked a moan back as her walls stretched. She had never felt so full in her life. So fulfilled. She was going to combust. Then she was going to come over the both of them.

  In, out, Vinden pushed deeper, fucking Paige with the both of them.

  It was the most erotic thing Paige had ever experienced. Ever. This moment was topping her night in New Orleans. She hadn’t thought that possible. Dear Lord, it was.

  Vinden pushed faster, biting and nipping Paige’s neck and shoulder, fucking and filling her.

  When she stopped, Paige growled. Loud. Thankfully, no one farther up the rows appeared to hear her.

  If she had to finish the job herself, she damn well would. This woman wasn’t going to tease her to the point of wet misery. Not a chance in hell.

  “I need to taste you, Fedora.” Vinden wrapped her hand around Paige’s wrist and lifted her fingers to her mouth.

  Paige stared straight ahead, unsure if she was yet a
llowed to move her gaze.

  Vinden licked the tip of her fingers and then slowly sucked them into her mouth with a satisfied hum.

  Paige’s insides clenched tight as Vinden’s warm mouth circled around her, her tongue flicking and circling, savoring the taste of Paige. Pain seared her crotch and she moaned.

  “You’re delicious, Fedora.”

  Paige closed her eyes against the intensity. Was this really happening? Was this woman real? Was she truly doing these hot, erotic things in a dark theater with people only a few rows away?

  God, yes, she was. She was taking Paige outside the box without an ounce of hesitation. She was ripping Paige’s catalog of fantasies apart and serving them up in delicious bite-size pieces.

  Vinden sucked one last time, then laid Paige’s hand in her lap. She pressed her mouth against Paige’s ear. “I need to hear you come again, Fedora.”

  Paige nodded. “Please.”

  Vinden scooped her hand back under Paige’s skirt and kneaded the flesh of her inner thigh, teasing, until she worked her way back to Paige’s pussy. With two fingers, she spread Paige, then tapped her clit with her middle finger.

  Paige chewed her bottom lip and whined. She circled her hips, desperate for this woman to fuck her, flick her, suck her, anything, everything. Dear God, she wanted this woman to do everything. Wanted her to do them all right now.

  Vinden kissed her neck. “Reach for me. Earn it.”

  Paige had no idea what she was talking about until the tip of Vinden’s finger lifted away from her clit. She arched forward, frantic to find the pressure again.

  “Show me how bad you want it.” Vinden flicked her finger, then moved away again, barely out of reach.

  Paige used the arms of the chair as leverage and lifted upward until she found that finger again. She boldly circled her hips, desperate for that promised orgasm before Vinden teased and tortured again.

  As much as she wanted to scream at Vinden to take her, to ask her why she was torturing her like this, Paige knew the answer. Her mystery woman’s climax was in the game. She wanted Paige to beg.

  Once again, the pressure released. Again, Paige followed.

  Mayson could barely stand another second of this game. Paige smelled so good. Tasted so delicious. The sounds were more torturous than all of the above. Her moans and sighs were like the stroke of a fingertip along the edge of a fine champagne flute. Hypnotic.

  She wanted to kiss her. Wanted to snake her tongue inside her mouth and swallow the sounds of her release.

  Her insides were clenching tightly with every circle of Paige’s hips against her finger. How she wanted to crawl between her thighs and taste her orgasm, to feel the spasms of her tight walls.

  Paige pushed against her finger, her arms quivering.

  Enough was enough.

  “Close your eyes, Fedora,” Mayson whispered against Paige’s neck.

  Paige did as told, still stroking her clit against Mayson’s finger while holding herself upright in the chair.

  Mayson added pressure and Paige relaxed. Though only slightly.

  “Please, Vinden. Finish me. I’m begging. I can’t take any more.”

  Mayson knew she couldn’t. Neither could Mayson. This was far hotter, far more intense, than she’d imagined. “Kiss me, Fedora. I want to swallow your cries of release.”

  Paige turned her head, eyes closed, lips parted and ready.

  Mayson took in her beauty and wondered, again, what exactly this stunning person was looking for. If only Mayson knew that answer.

  Hesitantly, she feathered her lips against Paige’s. She had soft lips. Plump and kissable. Paige expelled a sigh with the contact. It was unnerving how she responded. Only one woman had responded like this to her. To every touch, every stroke, every time Mayson had pushed inside her. Sighed, cried out, moaned, arched around her. Every graze had been rewarded with some type of compensation.

  Mayson had never expected to find that again. Hadn’t expected to feel so connected right now. She liked it. Liked knowing it was possible to find that type of electricity again. Maybe she should reconsider writing off the dating life, especially if there was a chance she could find that fire again.

  She pressed her lips against Paige’s harder, more insistent, urging access, and then pushed her fingers inside Paige’s slick walls.

  Paige’s hips surged forward, and in mid moan, Mayson snaked her tongue inside her mouth. Her insides contracted around Mayson. She was so slick and warm as Mayson drove into her. Over and over, filling her, until Paige jerked her hips off the seat.

  Her pussy squeezed Mayson while her orgasm robbed her. Mayson swallowed every moan and whimper and cry of Paige’s release until Paige sagged against her.

  She pulled out of the kiss and withdrew, staring down into that satisfied expression. If only Paige knew how beautiful she was.

  If only Mayson knew what this gorgeous woman was looking for. She’d give it to her. Anything, everything.

  She pushed her mouth against Paige’s ear again. “Go to our bench, Fedora.”

  On these legs? Has she lost her fucking mind?

  Paige could barely breathe. How was she supposed to move?

  She managed to crack an eye open and found the seat beside her empty. Vinden was gone. Dammit. Why did she keep doing this?

  Paige managed to scoot herself into an upright position and put her feet back on the floor. Although that was as far as she got. She stared around her. No one seemed to notice that she was in the same room, let alone that she’d just had sex with a masked stranger.

  Holy hell on wheels. She’d just had sex, in a public place, with a complete fucking stranger. Again! She never dreamed that kind of second chance was possible. Now Vinden was living proof it existed.

  With a hiss, she pried her hands from the arms of the chair. She could barely move her fingers after that death grip. After several minutes, she mustered enough strength to walk out of the theater. She blinked as the lobby lights blinded her, then she made her way outside, and finally to her car.

  She dropped into the seat and took in several deep breaths. Was Vinden still here? In her own car somewhere? Watching Paige?

  Paige dared a glance around but didn’t see anyone sitting in their vehicles.

  When she was positive she could drive, she pulled out of the parking lot and made her way back across town.

  Who was Vinden? What was she? Good, bad? Evil, angelic? What was her goal in this game? To help Paige find perfect sex? She was well on her way to accomplishing that goal. But surely her goal wasn’t to assist someone else in their own personal mission.

  She was here for a reason. But what? Did it matter right now? Now, when Paige was finally reaching that sexual satisfaction?

  No, right now, it didn’t matter. But one day, it would. One day, that answer might mean everything in the world. She could feel that revelation like she could feel the soreness between her thighs.

  Paige found a spot near the club and pulled against the curb. She grabbed Vinden’s cell phone, then made her way to the bench. Beneath the bench, she found an identical package with the same ribbons as from the ice cream shop. Her heart fluttered as she pulled the bow out of the knot and lifted the lid off the box.

  Inside, she found a package of microwave popcorn. Of course, theater style, extra butter. Beneath that, she found a lollipop ring.

  With a smile, she glanced around, not expecting to find anyone in particular.

  The cell phone buzzed and she picked it up, feeling much calmer than on previous occasions. Orgasms were not only nice for her complexion, they calmed her inner beast. She was so calm right now she could be considered a druggie. High on lust. High on sexual satisfaction.

  She read the text.

  Vinden: Open your treat, Fedora.

  Paige bit the wrapper with her teeth and tore open the package. She pushed the ring onto her pinky finger, licked the tip, and then sucked the diamond-shaped candy into her mouth. Then she trained her sights
on the darkened alley across the street, positive Vinden was there, just as wet as she was, though not possibly as satisfied.

  She hadn’t given Paige a chance to reciprocate. For some reason, Paige didn’t think she’d expected as much. Was she a stone butch? Getting her thrills off the climax of others? Paige couldn’t argue with being a pillow queen, but one-sided sex could only go so far with her. Not with Vinden. Not now. She wanted to feel her, wanted to stroke her fingers across her flesh, to feel her clench and come over her fingers, onto her tongue.

  With her insides tightening with the image, the phone vibrated again. She took another slow lick of the ring and pulled up the new text.

  Vinden: I’ve heard you. Felt you. Now I need to taste you. Good night, Fedora.

  Paige continued to sit on the bench for a long time, enjoying the cool night air, savoring the grape flavor of her ring pop. She truly felt satisfied. She hadn’t felt this type of contentment in so long. So fucking long.

  Six years, to be exact. She’d almost forgotten how mellow amazing sex could be. It was a natural drug. A legal, yet lethal, high.

  What would her readers think about her night? What would they think about her mystery woman?

  She glanced along the sidewalk. The club had closed well over an hour ago, yet a few couples still chatted near the outside tables, enjoying each other’s company on such a wonderful night.

  No one was paying her any attention. Though she had thought the very same thing the night Vinden busted her blogging. However, Vinden, the one possibly still watching her from the darkness, already knew her secret.

  Paige picked up her personal cell phone and linked to her blog.

  Tonight, there was no questioning what she wanted to say. She knew exactly what she wanted to share with her followers.

  My mystery woman proved me wrong tonight. She carried me outside the box, pulled me back in, then locked the bitch behind me. Then she wooed me with a grape-flavored ring pop. How cute is that?

  I’m so fucking content right now I should stamp a trademark on myself.