She retrieved the bag not sure what was off. Amanda didn’t service her room and it shouldn’t smell like her. That didn’t mean she hadn’t brought the items as a favor to the other girl who might be working slow tonight.
She got to work making a mental note to check her car before getting in it. Trackers as well as explosives were unwelcome guests that the FBI or CIA could have planted and neither she nor her partner planned on going to jail anytime soon.
Chapter Four
She was normally cautious, trusting her animal senses and gut feelings to steer her clear of trouble. Here the safety of women was pretty much enforced in every facet of play. Alexi didn’t tolerate harassment or rape, but Jasmia still exercised a certain amount of caution. That meant she liked to see the woman she was hooking up with even just for play without sex.
She liked to get a feel for a Domme before she shed her clothes and allowed herself to be rendered helpless. She was stronger than a human and could break some bindings, but she didn’t want to risk putting her animal on display.
“You’ll enjoy her,” Alexi had said. “She’s not expecting anything you aren’t prepared to agree to.”
Like that meant anything with sight unseen. She’d gotten a couple of forceful Dommes here that she’d never play with again. But Alexi knew that and wouldn’t have matched her with one of them or any like them.
She drew in a breath outside room number six. The light coming from under the door was faint due to the dim illumination of the sconces on the walls. She’d heard the playrooms weren’t all the same. Some had St. Andrews Crosses, eye hooks in the walls were common, but not in the floor. Some rooms had spanking benches and others had stocks. She wondered what she was in for tonight.
Jasmia knocked on the door wondering what the Dommes style would be. Some were strict BDSM types who didn’t like eye contact, and others craved it, wanted a little rebellion or defiance in a sub.
“Come in.”
She opened the door and stepped inside, the pale light greeting her as shadows bathed the room. On first glance Jasmia didn’t see the woman expecting her. Cedarwood and sandalwood with a hint of vanilla drifted to her, reminding her of—a clearing throat cut into her reverie and Jasmia turned her head to the right, her cat senses zeroing in on the sound.
Holding a crop in one hand, legs braced wide, she stood there, lean body tall and ready for action.
Jasmia caught her breath, heart thumping wildly, and her palms dampened. A lock of chestnut hair trailed down over her forehead. The gamine looked shorter in the back but from this angle but it was hard to tell. Still, it complemented her bone structure to accentuate her beauty.
Jasmia tried to tear her gaze away, but instead her eyes skated down the body she remembered so well. Jasmia knew the shirt pulled tight across the feminine chest only hinted at the hard body beneath. She easily recalled the way the muscles flexed under her touch and the softness of those lips on her skin.
She was dreaming, and she was almost certain of it even as her gaze moved back up and collided with a pair of brown eyes. Jasmia froze and goose bumps pimpled on her arms as she grew hot and the place between her thighs grew moist. Her mouth dried up and her knees weakened.
Part of her meowed and part of her was flat out pissed that Axana hadn’t called. How dare she just show up in her life as if she had every right?
It had been eight months since she’d fallen asleep in Axana’s arms, and she’d already been falling in love with her after only seven days.
Jasmia snapped out of her stunned stupor, stomach clenched. “Axana,” she said huskily. Her cat wanted to prowl over and rub against her. “You—what are you doing here?” Jasmia had no idea what Axana did or where she lived. They’d had no real personal conversation because Axana hadn’t wanted to.
“My partner and I decided to buy property here,” Axana answered as her gaze cruised slowly down Jasmia’s body and lingered on her breasts before dropping a little lower.
The dress she’d worn tied behind her neck had a high waist. It barely fell to mid-thigh, and she’d pulled on stockings secured with lace-top garters.
“You look delicious, but then last time I saw you, you looked hot too.”
That voice. Ooh, that damn voice was so sexy her juices flooded her pussy and she purred. A slight smile played on Axana’s lips.
“Partner?” Jasmia hissed inwardly as she shook the heat Axana’s voice inspired. Of course Axana had a lover. Why else would the woman not want to talk about herself?
Ace gave her an amused smile. “My business partner,” she said in a warm low tone that made Jasmia’s heart skip a beat. “We run a private security firm, and we’ve decided to make this our home base.”
“Oh.” That still didn’t explain why Axana had been so secretive. Private security wasn’t like working for the FBI. She knew. Her brother was an agent and kept a good deal of his job quiet.
Ace leaned toward her. “So, how’ve you been?”
Jasmia shrugged. “I can’t complain, but I still wonder why you didn’t at least wake me before you left.” She had awakened alone with a chill that hadn’t quite faded as if her body and even her heart had been left bereft by Axana’s departure.
Now, she supposed Axana had been trying to make a quick escape without a scene.
“I didn’t see the point,” Ace replied somberly. “You were so pretty just lying there naked.”
Jasmia’s cheeks heated slightly as she averted her eyes briefly. “So where is your partner?” She wouldn’t be surprised if Axana was here playing around on her. She was probably a gigolo or whatever you called dominant women who lived off their rich lover.
Ace laughed. “I don’t know where she is. I didn’t get her itinerary before I left the office.”
Jasmia snorted. “I wonder if she knows you only think of her as your meal ticket,” she muttered.
“Hey, if you want to know something ask,” Ace said softly. “I might not answer but I won’t lie.”
What did she care?
“It’s not my business. It’s not like I was anything more than a good time.”
“I’m married to my job, Mia, I admit that.” She tapped the crop against her palm. “I put in long-ass hours and when I walk away at the end of a day sometimes all I want is sex to work out the rush of the game. But I wasn’t sleeping with anyone when I met you.”
“And now?”
Ace shook her head. “I’m still not.” She rubbed the crop against her palm. “Tonight I’m here because all I want is to work some tension out. Are you available or not?”
Her expression wasn’t easy to read and it became harder just before her gaze slid down to Jasmia’s breasts. Her breath lodged in her throat. “I—” No was on the tip of her tongue, but she knew Axana’s style, her touch, and the woman knew just how to set her on fire.
But did she want to do this with a woman who had left a mark on her heart already?
It would be so easy to reignite the heat that had burned so hot between them. Did she want to take that risk?
“Well, I do have some steam to blow off, baby, so you’re going to have to leave unless you want to watch.” She set the crop on the table. Next to it was a St. Andrew’s Cross.
Something inside her twisted in angry protest at the thought of Axana giving another woman the kind of pleasure Jasmia knew she was capable of. That was the heat talking, she told herself, but it didn’t ring true.
“Axana.” She drew in a breath and let it out.
Ace closed the distance between them. “What about sex?” she murmured.
Chapter Five
She met Axana’s gaze, her eyes were brown pools smoldering with heat and lust. Jasmia’s breath caught. She nodded as she averted her gaze.
“Answer me,” Ace said in a firm low tone. “And look at me. Your eyes turn me on.”
Her heart beat faster as she looked up.
“I’m going to use a flogger on you, but I won’t secure you tonight. Is that a
cceptable so far or do you need to be restrained?”
“Your plan is acceptable.”
“Then I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you with my dildo.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, eager to undress and began.
“Undress completely and don’t tease.
Jasmia felt as if she was rooted to the spot as Axana backed away from her to lean against the wall next to a shelf. The wicked implements lining it were made to give a woman unspeakable bliss. Beneath Axana’s lustful gaze, the sensual nature Axana had brought forth nine months ago awakened.
She put her purse on the table next to the door and reached behind her to release the tie holding the dress in place. The top tumbled down revealing the black lace bra halter bra and Jasmia pushed it down bringing the matching panties into view.
The sharp intake of breath confirmed what she already knew. The lingerie was sexy as hell and for what she’d paid for it, it should be. She’d gone without lunch for a month for it.
She stroked her hand over her breast to her nearly flat stomach, watching Axana’s face. Tension had her features taut with desire. She ran both hands over her panties before unclipping the garter belt. She caressed her thigh, all the work at the gym had her delicately muscled and toned in all the right places.
“Baby, you’re getting me wet over here,” Ace murmured. “Just watching you undress feels like a strip tease I didn’t ask for.”
“I’m taking off my clothes a little slowly for your pleasure, Mistress.” She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them and her dress and then glided her hands up her stomach to skim the sides of her breasts. She moaned softly enjoying her own touch.
Ace chuckled. “This little show is all for me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” She unhooked the straps of the bra at her back and then the strap secured around her neck. The thin wisps of fabric had been invisible beneath the dress ties. She tossed it onto her panties and glanced back up at Ace.
“Leave the hair, little tease and get your ass over here now,” Ace ordered. “You’re already in trouble.” Ace straightened and selected a flogger from the shelf. The tails were short and black but the handle was gold.
It was worth it to see the desire in her eyes, and she’d do it again. At least she knew no matter what Axana had thought when she left her there, she still wanted her.
Jasmia crossed the room to stand before Ace and focused her gaze on the bridge of her nose.
“Turn around and secure your hands behind your head,” Ace commanded, and she did with a hint of a smile on her lips.
The hand that landed on her ass was a sting that made her gasp. The second tap was a bite that made her grimace, and her pussy dew with delight.
The cat fell on her ass cheek, and Jasmia shivered as the tails licked at her skin with a kiss of pain. Her clit pulsed and she purred. The next thwack was harder and stoked the fire inside her higher.
“Mistress, I’m such a bad girl.”
“Yet somehow I don’t think this punishment is affecting you as it should,” Ace said softly at her ear as her hands glided along Jasmia’s side to cup her breasts. She pinched the nipples and Jasmia gasped.
The pain had her eyes closing. Seven days eight months ago she had turned into a masochist and she’d grown to love every moment of pain she got.
“It’s affecting me,” she said breathlessly.
Ace drew back. “I think you’re lying, pretty pet,” she said and the cat tails landed on her ass. One cheek and then the other and back again.
“Ahh!” she cried inundated with pain that bloomed to bliss inside her belly. She tilted her head back as the tails abraded her flesh in sweet kisses that left her panting.
The tails stroked over her back with a burn before dusting over her ass again and then her thighs. The thwack from the backs of her thighs to her ass and back again lulled her into subspace where pain and pleasure were twins doing diabolical things to her body.
“Oh, Mistress!” she cried as she tightened her fingers behind her head. Her juices coated her lips and her inner thighs as her womb clenched in greedy demand for release.
A hand on her nape squeezed. “Turn around little tease.”
She turned and with the flick of her wrist, Ace had the tail of the cat biting at her nipples and then her pussy. Jasmia shivered.
“Arms down. Clasp your hands behind your back or grip the backs of your thighs.”
She did as she was told and her clit was tapped with the whip once and then again. She gasped as pleasure reverberated through her and drew a cry from her lips. A wave of heat engulfed her and sweat dewed her brow.
Another tap followed another and Jasmia closed her eyes as delicious sensations curled around her clit. She purred softly. She was so close to coming it wouldn’t take more than another tap. “I’m going to come, Mistress.”
“You’re going to do what, little girl?”
She trembled. Her body was a blaze of need she couldn’t control.
“Answer me, tease,” Ace ordered and drew her fingers down between the valley of Jasmia’s breasts. She slapped one fleshy mound and then the other before tapping her clit.
“Mistress I can’t,” she cried franticly. Her body was ready to go off like a bomb blast.
“But you will, won’t you?” Ace smoothed a hand over Jasmia’s pussy and landed a heavy tap with her hand on the red and tingling flesh.
“I will,” she agreed plaintively.
“You’re such a good girl, Jasmia,” Ace murmured and grabbed a vibrator from the shelf. She rubbed it against Jasmia’s clit, making her gasp.
“Ohh. Mistress! I won’t be able to last,” she cried begging for surcease.
“You will, last until I say you can come,” Ace snapped.
“Shit!” She screamed as the high speed vibration strummed her clit sending her into a wild need to explode. She went up on tip toe and Ace followed giving her a diabolical laugh.
Ace turned the motor down and chuckled. “I think you’re ready for me.”
Jasmia trembled as Ace turned her to the wall. She braced her hands on it and heard the rustle of clothes behind her. Then, “Mistress, please!” she begged.
“Please what, wench?”
“Fuck me.” She groaned as a dildo nudged at the folds of her pussy from behind. “Yes.”
“Yes? You want me, hmm? You want me to push this dick inside you and take your tight little pussy?”
“Yes. I want you inside me.”
Ace pushed into her. The vein laden dildo was soft and warm like human skin and it filled her slowly, parting the tight tissues of her pussy.
“You better not come, until I tell you too,” Ace said, lips close to her ear as she gripped Jasmia’s hips tighter. “You smell so good, sweet treat.” She sank the dildo in to its hilt and Jasmia breathed roughly as her body took the girth.
She lightly rubbed the wall beneath her hands. “Delicious.”
Ace drew almost all the way out and thrust back into the slick depths. “Your pussy is so wet.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ve got me on the verge of coming undone,” she said huskily. She clawed the wall lightly. She would be coming any second.
“I am unraveling.” Ace set up an easy rhythm, that had them both moaning.
Jasmia pushed her hips back meeting Ace thrust for thrust even as she took her deeper with each movement of her hips. She lost herself in rapture, a throbbing bundle of sensations.
A hard tap to her clit sent her flying, screaming out her lover’s name as her release rushed over her a white-hot fury of bliss.
Chapter Six
Jasmia dropped onto the bed seconds later like the very contented cat she was, her breaths coming out in shallow pants. “Axana,” she managed to get out and lifted on one elbow to find herself alone. She lay back with a scowl, wondering if the woman was going to just clean up and leave.
Axana had a serious problem or maybe it was just her that she
treated this way.
“Asshole to the tenth power,” she muttered after lying back in a disgruntled heap.
“Is that me you’re cursing or are you talking about women in general?” Ace sauntered over to the bed with a warm cloth that she smoothed over Jasmia’s skin gently.
Jasmia let Ace clean her up, enjoying being taken care of. “What is it about me you can’t seem to wait to get away from?” she asked as Ace finished and left the room.
Ace returned, pants closed and strap-on tucked away. Jasmia was sitting up on the edge of the bed now. She was just so damn gorgeous and her skin was a luscious honey gold that made her want to lick her up.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” she said and caressed Jasmia’s throat before her fingers curled around the handcuff charm. “I didn’t expect you to be in a club like this.”
She shrugged and leaned back on her hands braced on the bed. “I wanted more, so I came here and took the BDSM classes.”
“I turned you into a pain whore?” she said with a hint of humor in her tone. “No, I think it was something you always wanted to try, but had no idea how to bring up with a partner.”
“True. Thanks for that, but why are you avoiding my question?”
“I answered it,” she replied and sat on the bed.
“Why did you leave me without saying goodbye?” Jasmia demanded. Her cat was petulant with the memory. “You had to think I deserved that at least after the week we’d spent together.”
“My job is more dangerous than you can imagine, sweetness—”
“Cut the bullshit and just admit it. You had or have a girlfriend waiting for you, and tonight is going to be just like then. You’re going to walk out of here and if I see you again, it’ll be here with her.”
“You’re saying you want to see me again, Mia?” she asked carefully. “Don’t make the mistake of goading me into something that could spin out of control.”
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