Bossy: Five Productive Tales of Lesbian Lust

by Harper Bliss

  Reaching out, she unzipped Helena’s overalls quickly. Immediately, her hand slipped between the parted sides of the material in search of what was beneath. A thin t-shirt prevented her access to Helena’s bare skin, so Demelza dove her hand towards the hem, pulling it up. A cottony-feeling bra covered large breasts, and even as Demelza deepened their kiss, she moved her other hand from Helena’s face and onto her chest. Flipping the cups of the bra down, she was gratified to find erect nipples, ready to be played with.

  Gently disentangling from their kiss, Demelza grinned widely at the other woman as she shuffled her bottom away from her, allowing her room to lean down and get a closer look at those delicious tits. In the shadowy light, making out detail was impossible, but she didn’t need light to push the twin globes together and run her tongue up the deep cleavage she’d created. Light saltiness exploded over her taste buds, and she let out a growl before beginning her assault on Helena’s nipples. Pulling one into her mouth, she plucked at the other with her fingers.

  Helena groaned. “Feels so good, baby.”

  Demelza sucked and pinched harder. Her confidence boosted, she slipped her free hand into the gap in the mechanic’s overalls, seeking her pussy. She felt heat, and it spurred her along. Her eager fingers yanked Helena’s underwear aside, then delved between damp pussy lips. Juices immediately coated her fingers, and Demelza wanted to taste them, but there wasn’t time. Instead, she slicked the fluid up and over Helena’s clit, which swelled rapidly beneath her touch. Helena’s breasts heaved in Demelza’s face with her increased breathing. God, but the woman was sexy.

  Satisfied the other woman was well lubricated, Demelza applied all her skills, her desperate need driving her. Rubbing, pinching and rolling at Helena’s clit with one hand, she used the other and her mouth to continue pleasuring her breasts and nipples. Helena was wonderfully responsive—her pussy gushed more juices and she writhed and groaned at Demelza’s attentions, letting her know she was most definitely getting it right.

  Paying careful attention to the other woman’s reactions, Demelza quickly zeroed in on what really got Helena going, and gave it all she had. There was no way she was risking an interruption before the gorgeous creature in front of her climaxed. No way.

  She needn’t have worried. Her increasingly rough but calculated movements pulled groan after groan from Helena’s parted lips. Then, with a gasp and a string of expletives, she came. Her jerking movements forced Demelza to move her head away from Helena’s breasts, but she didn’t mind too much. It meant she could watch the brunette’s face as her fingers continued to play with her climaxing cunt. By now, her hand was drenched with juices, and, as Helena let out a sigh and flopped back on the seat, Demelza brought her hand to her mouth and lapped at them. Sweet and sensual, she noted, just like the woman that had produced them.

  Before they could speak or otherwise react, a noise blared out from the dashboard, startling both women into action. Demelza moved over and cracked the window a little, letting the steam that had begun to gather on the insides of the windows dissipate.

  Helena all but leapt for the driver’s seat and pressed a button, silencing the alarm. With an apologetic glance at Demelza, Helena put her clothes back to rights, then clipped on her seatbelt, encouraged her to do the same, then started to drive to Demelza’s house.

  Ten minutes later they arrived, and Helena jumped out of the van without a word. Demelza felt a little hurt, but understood the other woman was probably embarrassed, or simply didn’t know what to do or say next when it came to their encounter. She pulled a notebook and pen from her handbag, scrawled her name, number and a smiley face onto the top sheet, which she then tore off and propped behind the van’s steering wheel, where it couldn’t be missed.

  Exiting the van, she watched as the ever-capable Helena positioned her car in her driveway.

  “Well,” the mechanic said when she was done, “here are the keys. I, uh, better go. There’s probably another call for me to take.”

  “Okay, no problem. Thanks again.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  They exchanged a smile, Helena’s expression shy, unsure.

  Rather than watching her leave, Demelza waved, then turned and headed indoors. It was only as she locked the door behind her that she realized she hadn’t gotten the details of any garages. Damn it.

  But then, on the other hand, she’d left Helena her number. Grinning, Demelza realized things couldn’t possibly have turned out any better. Yes, her car had broken down—but a smoking hot mechanic now had her phone number and an excuse to use it.

  Perhaps the breakdown wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.

  As You Wish

  Erzabet Bishop

  Marlee scrubbed the stubborn stain on the baseboard and groaned. She had been at it for five minutes already and it wasn’t budging.

  “Well crap,” she growled under her breath. Wiping the back of her hand across her forehead, she pulled an errant blonde curl out of her eyes. Almost done with her weekly cleaning routine, she was ready to go to her room and take a shower. The much-needed job was a blessing, but it also left her way too much time to spend thinking about her new employer.

  As she applied more spray cleaner to the spot, she let her mind wander.

  The interview had been set for twelve sharp. She had been prompt and was led to the office by the maid to await her new boss. Miss Fountaineaux entered a few moments later and Marlee was lost. Titian red hair glided past her heart-shaped face, curling under at the ends. Full red lips painted an alluring crimson turned up in a severe smile. The cream-colored blouse she wore was tucked neatly into a slim-line pencil skirt, the ensemble topped off with dangerously high heels that made Marlee nervous just by looking at them.

  Cool blue eyes appraised her and Marlee felt like she was being stripped bare. “You are here to apply for the housekeeper position?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” She nodded, her voice wavering only slightly. She clenched her hands in her lap and forced herself to be still.

  “Good. Have you ever been a live-in housekeeper before?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. Once, before I attended university.”

  “Please call me Madeline. What brings you back into service, if I may ask?”

  Marlee blushed. “I had to take a few years off. My mother became ill and I needed to be with her. She passed away last month and I need to acquire funds before I can return to school.” She fiddled with the bottom button on her worn cotton blouse and had to force her hands flat onto her lap.

  Madeline nodded. “Okay. I will check your references. Consider yourself here on a trial period until we determine if this arrangement will suit us both.”

  “I understand.”

  Chuckling, Madeline stood. “No, my dear. I don’t think you do.”

  “Pardon?” Marlee cocked her head.

  “This will not be your typical housekeeper job, I’m afraid. My work extends to odd hours and there will be many people in and out of my home.” Madeline paused and walked over to the window, looking out into the vast garden beyond. “Do you know what it is I do?”

  Marlee started to shake her head, but stopped. “No, Ma’am.”

  Turning back toward her, Madeline smiled faintly. “I am what is known as a Domme. Are you familiar with the term?”

  Mouth opening like a fish, Marlee felt a flush creeping up her neck. Visions of her pile of erotica books at home flashed through her mind. “Do you mean like in BDSM?”

  Madeline chuckled. “Yes. Exactly like that.”

  “Oh.”

  “Now. There are some rules. Please rise and come with me.”

  Marlee rose from the chair and obediently followed Madeline’s swaying hips as she led her from the office to one of the closed doors she had passed by earlier.

  “This door is kept closed for a reason. Do not enter. Otherwise, I expect you to follow the cleaning schedule Josephine will bring to you later.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Marlee peere
d at the door, warmth coiling inside of her. Was it some kind of dungeon? Delicious anticipation warred within her. Obey and keep the job or find out what was behind the secret door and fulfill her very eager curiosity?

  “Now, Josephine will show you to your room. Dinner for the staff is at six promptly in the kitchen. See that you are not late. The cook is not fond of tardiness and neither am I.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Josephine appeared, neat and trim in her maid’s uniform. Hair swept back in a severe bun, she held out her hand. “If you would please follow me. Your room is this way.”

  Madeline smiled and returned to her study, leaving Marlee to follow the shapely form of the maid.

  Snapping back to reality, Marlee eyed the closed door down the hall. Since she had been here, the room and her very sexy employer were all she could think about. Mindless housework gave her plenty of opportunity. This time of day the house was still. Josephine would be up on the third floor running the vacuum, so there was no one about to see her if she just took a peek. A quick look to quench her burning curiosity. The hidden world of her employer haunted her dreams. Images of leather clad men taking direction from Madeline danced through her imaginings. Dwelling on it further, she realized that she wanted to be the one at her new boss’s mercy. Not a faceless, nameless client. What was in the room that she didn’t want Marlee to see? Was it a dungeon like in her spicy romance novels? Maybe she had a Saint Andrew’s cross in the corner and manacles hanging from the walls. A snort of nervous laughter burst from her lips.

  Satisfied that the spot was clean, she placed the cleaning supplies back in the carrier. She would be back in her room before anyone noticed. Simple. She could entertain all kinds of fantasies, but the only way to know was to get up her gumption and see. Brushing off her jeans, she walked in front of the door. The brass doorknob gleamed in the half-light and before she could change her mind, she twisted the knob to see if it was unlocked. It moved freely in her hand, slowly opening to reveal the room beyond.

  Marlee took a step inside. It looked just like any other bedroom you would expect to see in a home of this size and caliber. Dark cherry wood furniture lined the walls. A king sized poster bed took center stage in the middle of the room. Diaphanous drapes lined the windows, giving the room a dream-like appearance. The comforter on the bed was a deep burgundy red. Piled with pillows, Marlee wanted nothing more than to crawl on top of it and just lay there. Stepping closer to the bed, she glanced up. Large metal rings hung from the posters on the bed.

  “Now that’s odd.” Tilting her head, she let her eyes roam across the rest of the room. What else was hiding in this ‘normal’ looking bedroom? Dressers and wardrobes were the obvious place to hide things and there they were, lined up along the walls. But the door at the back of the room—that one could hold anything. She wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed.

  Marlee approached, swallowing nervously. Was she ready for what was inside?

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Marlee’s hand jerked from the doorknob. She swung around and was confronted by an angry vision of her employer wearing little more than a leather bustier, a thong and a very sexy pair of four-inch heels.

  “I...um...” Marlee smoothed her hands down the fabric of her jeans. Oh shit.

  “You were warned not to come into this room. Was I not clear about this?” Madeline approached, irritation snapping in her eyes. “I should make you stand over that bed and give you a good spanking.”

  Despite her fear, Marlee was transfixed. Madeline was breathtaking. The leather corset cinched her waist tightly, forcing her breasts to nearly spill over. The creamy flesh was luminous in the soft lighting of the room. Madeline’s legs went on forever, but what held Marlee’s attention the most was the tiny scrap of black lace covering the apex between her thighs.

  “Yes. I think I will. What do you think about that?”

  “I...” Words failed Marlee. Longing like she had never known flooded her senses. It was a fantasy come to life. Letting out a moan, Marlee knelt on the floor. Shaking with fear and anticipation, she lowered her eyes to the carpet.

  “What are you doing? Get up.” Madeline scoffed. “You have two choices. Either leave this room and find yourself another position or stand up, remove your clothing and lay yourself across the bed while I decide what to do with you.”

  “Madeline...”

  “No.” She barked, her eyes blazing into Marlee’s. “You will call me Mistress and nothing else. As long as we are in this room, you will play by my rules. I will remind you that you have already broken two of them.”

  Marlee struggled to keep her shaking legs under control and stood up. “Two?”

  “I told you not to enter this room, which you did. I also told you your two options. You will not argue, nor will you question me. Is that clear?” Madeline growled, her voice a blend of velvet and absinthe that crept down Marlee’s spine like liquid sin.

  Stepping toward the bed, Marlee unbuttoned her blouse with shaking fingers. Kicking off her clogs, she let the top slide from her arms and onto the floor. Unbuttoning her jeans, she shucked them down her legs and kicked them off, letting them fall haphazardly as they would. She turned to meet Madeline’s gaze.

  “You aren’t done.”

  “But...”

  “My, how our count is growing. Did I not say take it all off?” Madeline stepped forward, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

  “Yes Madeline, er, Mistress.” Marlee swallowed and reached to unclasp her simple cotton bra, letting it fall to where the rest of her clothes lay on the carpet. Sliding the pink cotton panties over her hips, she stepped out of them, leaving her completely nude.

  “Good. Now, over the bed. I want to see that heart-shaped ass turn a little red to match the decor.”

  Marlee blushed, heat rising furiously to her face. Moisture pooled between her thighs as she thought about her new Mistress seeing her naked. Mistress. How strange that it seemed normal. Hadn’t she always dreamed of this moment? Well, maybe not exactly as it was unfolding, but to have the untouchable Madeline spank her just once would last her a lifetime if need be. Marlee laid herself across the edge of the bed as instructed. She heard movement behind her and what sounded like a drawer opening and closing.

  “Ah, I have the perfect little toy that is going to remind you not to disobey me again.” A whistling sound filled the air. “You will count with me after each blow and thank me or we will start all over. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good. We begin.”

  Thwack!

  The hard wood of a paddle swung down. Heat seared Marlee’s right buttock and tears prickled in her eyes. “One. Thank you, Mistress.” Oh! It burned!

  “Excellent. Another.”

  Thwack!

  “Owww!” Marlee moaned. “Two. Thank you, Mistress.” Her voice wobbled as the burn moved from her right buttock to the left side.

  “Good. Now I am going to give you several in a row as a reminder that I will not tolerate disobedience.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Marlee shifted, liquid pooling between her legs and in her eyes. It stung much more than she had anticipated.

  Thwack! Pop! Thwack Thwack!

  The paddle created a rhythm against Marlee’s startled ass, a fire licking across her tender flesh. Her Mistress’s hand caressed the warm skin of her backside and gave it a slap. Marlee winced and tears fell from her eyes.

  “You did well, girl. Up.”

  Marlee stood, tears running down her cheeks. Her legs felt like jello and she leaned against the bed for support.

  Madeline laid the paddle on the comforter. “You made the decision to come in this room and stay.” Her eyes penetrated Marlee’s with their heat. “Such a tender bottom to warm. I must say it was a delight, even under these circumstances.”

  Marlee dried her eyes and blushed. “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “Will you stay now that you have tasted the f
orbidden or will you run back to your vanilla life?”

  It wasn’t even a question. Love and fascination warred within her. “I would stay if you would have me, Mistress,” Marlee whispered, kneeling once more at Madeline’s feet. It was in all the novels she had ever read. You knelt at the Mistress’s feet. Being there gave her much pleasure. She longed to taste her Mistress’s skin and run her fingers through her gorgeous red hair.

  “Well then. We have much to talk about.” Madeline held out her hand and helped Marlee up from the floor. “But first...” She pulled Marlee against her. “I want a taste.”

  Their lips met and Marlee sank into the kiss. Madeline tasted of decadent sin. Running her fingers along the edge of the corset, the bare skin of her Mistress’s back teased and tantalized her. Moaning, Marlee slipped her tongue inside her Mistress’s mouth, stroking and exploring with abandon.

  Gasping, her Mistress broke away from the kiss, a smile tilting up the corners of her lips. “My, my. Such wicked things I can think of to make use of that tongue.”

  “As you wish, Mistress. As you wish.”

  * * *

  Marlee was cleaning again, the warmth of her most recent spanking shining over her bottom. Today she wore a short khaki skirt as she scrubbed the wooden floor in the living room. Carpets outside to be aired, it was dirty work. She was accustomed to the physical nature of it and it helped to clear her head. Never had she expected to get caught snooping in her Mistress’s secret room. Mistress. The term still sounded so alien to her. So... erotic novel-ish. More than once she had caught herself staring off into space thinking of her Mistress’s striking blue eyes and the glorious red of her hair.

  “Stop dawdling.” Josephine frowned down at her. “If you don’t get this floor scrubbed and the carpets and furniture back in order by tonight, she’ll have your backside so tanned you’ll need a bucket of ice.”