Finding Jaime

by Dawn, P.

  “Jaime,” Joss sobs. I look up and see her tears flowing, and my heart sinks.

  I rise above her, our mouths a breath apart. “What?”

  “Please, Jaime,” she says. “I never meant to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me, Butterfly,” I whisper and smile at her confusion. “You did what you did to help me. I found myself, because of you. I know that now.”

  I lower my body against hers and with a free hand I release one cuff, then another. Joss wraps her arms around me and I feel like I’ve just come home. I slowly press my mouth to hers and get lost in her kisses as her tongue swirls with mine, her fingers gripping my hair, holding me tight, and whimpering her apologies.

  Joss’ hips buck against me, and I rock my pelvis into hers. Our clits rub together, and the electricity builds with lightning shooting out over my body. Our breaths mingle together between kisses and I grip onto the headboard for support as I push against her. I lift one leg over hers, then the other so I’m straddling her. She lifts her body up on an angle, so our tits are pressing against each other as I slowly rub myself on her.

  “Jaime,” she whispers against my mouth.

  I can barely control myself as the pressure builds inside of me with each roll of my hips. My pussy clenches with pent up desire, my center is ready to explode, and the entire surface of my skin is prickling. I’m ready to come, and the unexpected force that explodes from within has my toes curling so far into the soles of my feet it hurts.

  “Joss, I’m ready,” I pant.

  She nods. “Jaime, take me there.”

  She rolls her hips with mine, and I cry out in ecstasy. Liquid flows out of me, and Joss reaches down to grab my ass, forcing me harder against her, and I come apart. I can’t breathe when every part of me spasms.

  We gasp for air, soaked in each other’s sweat, and I love it. I wipe her hair away from her beautiful face and kiss her lips tenderly. Her fingers run through my hair, holding my head to hers, kissing me again.

  “So, uh, I have a confession,” I say with a smirk. The worried look in her eyes has me giggling. “I think it’s safe to say that I’m definitely into girls.”

  Joss laughs too, but then her expression takes on a serious tone. “Hopefully just this one?”

  I look into her expectant eyes, still wet from her tears. “Joss, are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?”

  She kisses me once. “I am, Jaime. If you can forgive me…”

  “Shh.” I press my finger against her lips. “There’s nothing to forgive.” I run my nose along hers. “But if you want to be punished, I have the equipment, and I know the place…”

  “Mi Casa et Su casa,” she beams.

  Chapter 19.

  “I’m scared,” I say as Joss and I walk through the outer door to House. “Your mom—”

  “She understands,” Joss cuts in and squeezes my hand. She turns to me and presses her palm against my cheek. “You were never meant to find out like that, and she came to the shop to help me figure out a way to tell you without getting distracted.”

  Her eyes fall to my lips. “You’re the distraction,” I laugh and pull her close to me. “I’m sorry, again, for not giving you the chance to tell me here.”

  “Hey”—Joss shakes her head—“there’s no need to apologize. We both got caught up in ourselves. I think we should let that go now, and focus on what we do from now on.”

  I can’t agree more, and I watch when Joss’ lips turn up into a wide smile before lightly biting her lip into her mouth. She releases my hand, reaches into her purse, and puts on her butterfly mask. And then I do the same.

  “Are you ready?”

  I take a deep breath and slowly release it, preparing myself to enter House with my girlfriend. “Let’s do it.”

  Joss steps closer to me, pressing our equally constrained chests together. “That’s what I was thinking.” She winks when I laugh and swipes her card against the handle of the door.

  Joss stands next to me while I key in the code to my locker. I feel my face flame when she sees the numbers of my code.

  “Really?” she whispers, and I nod. “How long?”

  “A long time,” I reply and continue putting my bag and jacket inside before closing the door.

  She steps away from me. “I didn’t know. If I did, I would’ve said something sooner.”

  “Everything happened the way it should have,” I say and pull her close to me, the smell of her perfume wafting in my face. “If you knew how I felt about you, and you said something, I don’t know what I would’ve done—I do know that now. If you hadn’t been there to guide me as Butterfly, then we wouldn’t be here.”

  Joss lifts her hands and places them on my shoulders, then strokes down towards my chest. Her lips part and she leans closer. The plump skin presses against mine, her kiss gentle as she lightly sucks on my lower lip. I pull her closer, tilting my head and deepening the kiss, knowing that the woman on the other side of the mask is the one I wanted all along; the same woman who wanted me, and my heart pounds harder as she tastes my mouth with her tongue.

  Joss pulls back, and I’m stuck in a daze. “Come on.” She kisses me once more, then takes my hand and leads me through to the main doorway to face the crowd.

  With my hand in hers, we head towards the archway to the bar. I cast a glance to the center of the room and see Thor and Jasper in full role-reversal, with Jasper thrashing him harder than before with the flogger. The huge grin on Thor’s face, and the tent in his pants, totally gives away their plans as soon as he’s set free.

  “Those two have been coming here for a couple of years now,” Joss says, claiming my attention and a check-out of her tits. “Jasper was so shy until Thor showed him what he likes.”

  I lick my lips. “Like you did for me?”

  A lazy smile spreads across her face, and my pulse kicks into overdrive.

  God, she’s so sexy.

  “That was just the tip of the iceberg, Bunny,” she replies with my club name. “Do you seriously think that you gave me your worst?”

  I blink behind my mask, stunned by her boldness, but my pussy fires up with intrigue. “Well—”

  She pulls me so close that our lips are almost touching, our corsets colliding, and her other hand traveling up my back to the nape of my neck. She takes a handful of my loose hair and breathes into my ear. “Oh, Bunny, the things I could show you.”

  Her tongue flicks against my lobe, sending shivers down my spine and a jolt between my legs. I love this version of Joss, and I can’t wait to see what she has in store for me, but first I have to know what Madame and Fuchsia are going to be like after the scene I caused.

  “Stop teasing me, Butterfly, and do it already.”

  Joss pulls back and releases my hair, the flush of her cheeks visible even in the darkened room. “Are you sure you want that now?” I nod my agreement, and her lips quirk in the corners. “Okay, Bunny, you asked for it.”

  Joss pulls me through the growing crowd and into the bar area. The dance floor is crowded with sweaty bodies dressed in latex, corsets, and some even with leather and chains. I spot Fido with his collar and leash, being lead around by Lily, and I’m almost positive she and Cerise are both his master. Fidel is serving at the bar, and Blue turns her attention to us as we head through to the rear of the room. She nods once and waves. I return the gesture and follow my girl to the doorway.

  “Well, look at you two.”

  We stop and turn to see Madame beaming at us as she walks through the arch before us, wearing the same outfit as when we first met.

  “Hi,” I say, my face burning from the last time I saw her. “I’m sorry about the other day.”

  She waves my apology away in dismissal. “Bunny, you could have reacted a lot worse than you did, and I’m grateful you kept your composure in that situation. You didn’t reveal who we were when you could have done so easily.”

  “I wouldn’t have done that to you—to any of you,” I reply, turn
ing to Joss and seeing the glow in her cheeks. “No matter what, the only person who has a right to tell anybody about you, is you.”

  I’m pulled towards Madame in a crushing hug against her chest. “Please don’t break my daughter’s heart, Bunny,” she whispers into my ear. “She is fond of you more than you know.” Madame kisses Joss’ cheek then leaves us alone.

  Joss doesn’t say a word. Instead, she steers us to ‘our’ room and opens the door. I walk in behind her, and my mouth drops open when I see the difference.

  The lights are bright enough to make out the black paisley patterns in the navy wallpaper. The bedding matches the walls, and the bed looks more comfortable than ever. I notice the added attachments to the headboard, and I glance quickly to Joss before looking back. My breathing quickens when she steps behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.

  This is like when she tied me up.

  A surge of heat attacks my pussy and burns my clit, causing it to throb as I remember what happened after that.

  “You think cuffing is sexy, Bunny?” she purrs into my ear. I swallow, but I don’t answer, I can’t. “Wait until you see what I have planned for you.”

  I shiver when she runs a hand down my back and then under my skirt to squeeze my ass. I turn my head towards her. “What are you going to do?”

  “Close your eyes, Bunny.” I do, then Joss’s hands leave me, and I hear her moving away. “I’m still here,” she says from somewhere over on the other side of the room.

  The sound of the armoire opening and closing has my stomach in knots, wondering what Joss has gotten from inside there. I flinch when I feel her fingers at my mask. I keep my eyes closed as she carefully removes it and replaces it with a soft fabric; tying it behind my head. She lifts my hair and drapes it over my shoulder. Her warm lips touch the back of my neck, and she kisses a trail down to the edge of my corset. Her hands grasp my waist and smooth around to the front while she works her way up my spine.

  “Butterfly,” I whisper breathlessly. My nipples are tight, and my core is ready to burst from her delicate touch, and I’m growing impatient for more. “I need more.”

  Her sultry chuckle only makes it worse. A blow of arousal hits me between my legs, and I gasp when her hands begin to move upwards. Joss reaches my chest, and her hands cup my tits. She massages as much as she can fit into her hands, but my clothing is too restrictive and thick to feel any relief.

  “Walk forwards until I tell you to stop,” she says into my ear, and I do as I’m told.

  Cold fabric touches my knees, and I pause. I’ve reached the massive bed, and I imagine all the things we could be doing on there. I can’t wait to get her naked again. To watch her gorgeous sun-kissed skin blush as I run my hands over her, kiss her, and watch her as she comes. My underwear feels cold against my pussy as it leaks my desire.

  “What now?” I ask, my voice shaking with anticipation.

  “Turn around.” I do, and Joss cups my face. Her lips briefly press against mine, and I lean forward for more. “Not yet, Bunny,” she giggles. “Sit down and then move backward to the center.”

  Once there, I feel her hands on my thighs. She strokes down until she reaches my feet then removes my shoes. She slides back up, taking my skirt higher with her. One hand continues between my legs, and her fingertips graze the pulsing spot.

  “You like this, don’t you?” I can hear the humor in her voice, but at the same time, she’s just as turned on as I am. “Good.”

  “Oh God,” I gasp when she rubs me again before pulling away.

  Joss takes my hands and lifts them up. I know her soft mounds are under them when she presses them against the hard surface of her top, but the swells rising high above. “Yes,” she whispers. “I love your hands on me, Bunny. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “You have me now, Butterfly, and I have you,” I reply and everything she told me about the girl she wanted, come flooding back, brings me to tears. “Everything you told me…” I pause to swallow the lump in my throat, “about the girl you liked…”

  “That was you, Bunny, I was only ever talking about you”—she brushes my hair back—“and you don’t know how happy I am that you’re still here with me, after everything you found out…”

  “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I whisper and my breath is taken away when she kisses me hard.

  Joss guides me down to the bed then pulls back. The bed dips, and I hear the clinking of metal and whirring of rope being passed through it. My wrists are gripped and shackled—Joss remains silent—and then my arms are pulled above my head. I can’t see through the blindfold, but I can hear Joss’ quick breathing as she binds me to the headboard. She moves further down, and her hands are at my waist. My skirt and panties glide painfully slow down my legs with Joss’ kisses following their path. I squirm as pleasure runs through every nerve-ending at her simple touch. Once they’re free, my feet are secured just as fast as my arms and tied in the same way. I’m straight out on the bed, and there’s no way I can open my legs or move my arms.

  “Um… Butterfly? How can I—”

  “You’ll see soon enough,” she chuckles.

  My heart rate skyrockets faster than I ever thought possible. In this position, I have no idea what she’s going to do to me, all I can do it wait. The tapping of something against skin catches my attention, and I turn my head to the sound.

  Is it a crop? I doubt it is; it’s not loud enough, and the tone is denser.

  Long strips land on my feet and I stop breathing. The tickle of the fabric courses up my legs as Joss moves them, and just when they reach my pussy, they’re gone.

  “Fuck!” I call out. My impatience is growing with every second, and I struggle to remove the blindfold.

  “Uh uh,” Joss says and grips my chin. “Leave it on, Bunny. It’ll feel so much better with it on.”

  “I want to see you,” I say and struggle against my restraints. A light slap on my thigh startles me. “What the hell?”

  Joss’ fingers toy with the clasps on my corset, popping them one at a time until she yanks it free from my body. The object traces up my stomach, causing my skin to prickle with desire, and strokes over my aching tits before leaving me.

  “I saw how you looked at Jasper and Thor, and I know you were interested.” Joss whispers. “Just let me know if you want to stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

  “Don’t stop,” I pant. “I want more.”

  “Good girl,” she replies and lands a soft blow on my left mound.

  My nipple pinches, the tingles shoot south with lightning speed and I can already feel the whirling of orgasmic pressure building up. Its flames burn hotter when she repeats the action on the other side. Joss continues to stroke and whip my damp skin, and I pull against the ropes so I can take away some of the pressure in my core. Its thumping beat intensifies when she slaps my pussy with the flogger. I almost scream when she repeats the movements twice more and then circles her finger around my painful clit.

  “I’m going to move your legs,” she says over my moans.

  “How?” I ask breathlessly. “They’re tied together.” I hear the sound of metal and wood sliding and at the same time, my legs are pulled apart. “God, I can’t take much more,” I whine.

  “Yes you can, and you will,” Joss sing-songs. Both of her hands run up my legs, my thighs, and then stop where they meet my body. “You’re soaking wet, Bunny,” she purrs. “And now it’s my turn to taste you.”

  “Fuck, fuck!” My head flies back, and my breath catches in my throat when her mouth closes around my pulsing nub.

  I try to suck in air, but it’s difficult when she’s licking and sucking on me, driving me insane, and feasting on the parts of me that burn for her.

  “You taste amazing,” she moans, and the vibrations intensify the throbbing.

  “I’m going to come!” I groan. I’m climbing higher and higher and no matter how much I try; I can’t stop it from happening. “Oh, fuck!”<
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  A tip presses against my entrance, sliding in and stroking my contracting walls, then another joins in and take me to heights I could never dream of.

  Joss’ teeth gently bite down on my clit, and I lose all control. My body jerks frantically as my orgasm explodes inside of me, my ties straining against my efforts to get free, while Joss continues to rub her fingers in and out of me.

  I begin to come down, and her mouth leaves my swollen pussy and grazes up my stomach. She continues to my chest and takes my tits in her hands. I gasp when I feel my tight peaks being pinched and rolled between her fingers.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she says and licks between them. “I could stare at you all day.”

  “I want to see you. Take off this blindfold,” I demand.

  “Not yet,” she replies against my skin and kisses my neck. “One more thing before I let you go.”

  I feel her legs on either side of me, and from what I can feel I know she’s naked. I pull against the ropes, desperate to touch her. I can’t get free from the binds, and I know she hasn’t used the cat’s paw this time because I’m not loosening the knot at all. Her lips brush against mine, and I can taste myself on her mouth.

  Joss lies between my legs, and her hot center presses against me as her tits squash against mine. She glides easily against me; our skin wet from perspiration. Her pelvis grinds against me, and I want nothing more than to grip her tight and hold her to me while she works her clit over mine.

  “Bunny,” she squeaks, her voice tight and her breaths coming faster and faster as her lips brush mine before she whispers my name. “Jaime.”

  Joss claims my mouth and grinds her hips harder and faster, her tongue licking inside and her folds sliding over mine. The blindfold is torn from my face, and I look up into Joss’ blue eyes when she presses her palm against my cheek.