Finding Jaime (18 page)

“No, sorry, I was just thinking about something. I’d like that.”

She takes a single length of the thin rope and pinches two points in the center. “What were you thinking?”

“About you.” Her lips pull up in the corners. “And how I want to see your eyes.”

“Soon,” she says and leaves it at that. “Now, I’m going to show you the Cat’s Paw.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder and the flowery scent wafts in my face. She then loops the rope around her fingers, making a twist on either side. I watch carefully when she brings the loops together, the twisted lengths hanging down with her other hand grasping the straight parts.

“Now, I’m going to turn this into flogging cuffs.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to get out of this whenever you want.” Butterfly takes my hand and places the double loop over my fingers until they reach my wrist. Once there, she ratchets the end, making it tighter but not enough that I can’t escape. “You don’t want to slip the knot upwards,” she says. “It’ll ruin the slide resistance of the knot.”

“Okay.” I look at her, expecting her to say something else, but she closes my hand around the twists.

She quickly makes another and slips it over my other hand. “See? Now you can hold onto the twists in the rope without it tightening. It’s so easy to do. Now, lie back.”

I do as she says, and I rest my head on the thick pillows, then Butterfly straddles my legs. Adrenaline explodes in my chest, and the rush of blood through my veins has me in a panic, yet I’m throbbing between my legs at the way this woman is taking control over me. I’ve never felt so fucking wanton in my life, and Butterfly has been the one to take me there. My libido is off the charts, but my thoughts begin to drag me down. I can’t help thinking about Joss, and our plans for the beach on Sunday evening.
 

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” Butterfly’s holding my hands together as she looks down on me.

“No, it’s just that I’ve been thinking about my friend, the one I told you about.”

She wavers. “Oh?”

“We’re going to the beach on Sunday after I get back from my parent’s house. I think she wants to hang out because our other friends have boyfriends now.”

“Bunny, I have to tell you something. This friend of yours… I—”

“You know what? It doesn’t matter,” I cut in. “We’re friends, and I should be thankful that we get along better than we used to.”

Butterfly strokes my face. “Bunny,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault, Butterfly. I’m here, and I’m with you, and right now that’s all I need.” She opens her mouth to speak again, but I shake my head. I’m done talking.

She wipes her cheek underneath her mask and holds onto the ropes that bind my wrists. She lifts them up, and I watch where she’s taking them. A metal ring fixed in the center of the headboard has another one looped inside, and she grasps it before passing both sets of rope through it. As she pulls, my arms raise up, and the swells of my boobs lift higher under my chin.

“Does this feel too tight?” She checks the tension as she ties a knot with a loop sticking out the side.

“No.” I wriggle my wrists, and if I were to let go of the rope, my hands would slide free.

“Do I need to ask permission, Bunny?”

I breathe out sharply and the fire in my belly roars to life. “No, you don’t.”

“Just tell me to stop at any time.”

Butterfly takes my wrists and slides her hands down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She continues to my chest, and I try not to cry out when her fingertips lightly brush over my breasts. My back arches involuntarily and warm moisture seeps out between my thighs. She continues down my body and my legs bend a little. I squeeze my legs together for some relief, but instead the burning intensifies.

Her hands touch my quivering thighs, and she works back up, taking my skirt with her, continuing until my black lace panties are revealed. Her head drops, she’s staring at them, and I see her swallow. Touch me, please, just fucking touch me!

My nipples pinch tight, and perspiration breaks out over my flesh. Butterfly’s hands move up again until they reach under my tits. She licks her lips as she cups them.

I moan in pleasure, the feeling of her palms encasing me making me shudder. She squeezes and massages, but the over bust fabric doesn’t give under the pressure.

“Can I?” she asks and holds the zipper between the finger and thumb of her manicured hand.

“Yes.” The word barely leaves my mouth when I hear the sounds of the zipper and the constriction disappearing from my tits.

Butterfly gasps then pulls her lower lips into her mouth. I want to taste it again, and I lift my head off of the pillow, but I can’t reach. It flies back when her small hands take my large orbs and her thumbs run across my stiff peaks.

“Bunny, these are magnificent,” she whispers. “Fuck, I want to do so much.”

I haven’t heard her speak like that, and the surprise excites me. “Then do it,” I urge, wishing that she does something soon to take away my pain.

She leans forwards, and her tongue scorches my right nipple. I cry out when her soft lips close around it, sucking into her mouth. She shows the same attention to the other side, and I can’t hold on. I let go of the ropes and slip my hands through the loops. I grip her hair and hold her to my chest as she works her mouth back and forth between them.

Her mask tickles me, and I’m tempted to pull it from her face. I desperately want to see what she looks like, to see if she’s everything I imagined her to be. A pang attacks my gut when the image of Joss invades my head; the same black hair but completely different personalities.

Butterfly comes up for air, her lips reddened. “Bunny, I’m—”

I cut her off by pulling her mouth to mine, kissing her hard and seeking entrance with my tongue. She opens and I taste the cherries and alcohol inside. Her hands work down my body, and I release her hair. My frantic movements don’t stop until I reach her shirt, and I feel for buttons, but only her own zipper is present.

“Please,” she says, and I carefully pull down as our breaths mingle together.

She sits back, and I pull open her combined top. A wave of climactic pulses flood my core when I see her perfect tits; dusty pink nipples, hard and tight. Her sun-kissed skin has faint white marks left over from a bikini. I cup them both and the softness of her heavy globes leave no doubt as to how I feel.

Butterfly runs her fingers through my hair at the same time I dip my head. I press my lips to her collarbone, and she sighs. I’m trembling so much my breaths are shaking. I kiss down to her chest, to her swells, and further. I push her tits together and flick my tongue over her left bud. Butterfly groans and takes a sharp breath when I repeat it.

They taste creamy and my mouth waters. I never expected the sensations running through me at tasting a woman’s nipples, let alone the hunger for more.

“Bunny,” she says and gently tugs on me, pulling me away from her delicious breasts. “We should discuss some things before we go any further.” She sits back into the gap between my legs.

My clit is aching so much and without a thought, I reach between my legs and palm myself. Butterfly’s mouth hangs open, and her teeth tease her lip. “I’m so turned on right now,” I confess. “God, I’m aching.”

“I…I,” she stutters and sucks her lower lip into her mouth.

I remove my hand and shift forwards. “The way you do that is so hot.” Butterfly doesn’t make any move to get away, and I move closer until our faces are inches apart. “It’s my turn now.” I part my lips, take hers, and pull them into my mouth.
 

She sighs at the same time her shoulders relax, and I lick across her full flesh as I suck. Butterfly moans, and I release her, only to kiss her deeply. I take her head in my hands and run my fingers through her silky hair. She does the same to me and kisses me back with fervor.

We fall back to the bed and our tits press together, the hot damp skin sliding over each other. Butterfly’s hand works up my thigh and without stopping, reaches my pulsing nub.

“Can I move them?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I whisper my reply and pull her mouth back to mine.

She slides her finger inside the seam of my panties and touches my hot flesh. She takes in a sharp breath, and I hold mine as she strokes up and down my slick pussy. I feel her fingertip at my hole, and my toes curl as she eases inside of me. She shivers, then pushes her finger all the way in until her knuckles press against me; stroking in and out of my pussy at the same time she’s devouring my mouth. Another finger finds its way inside me and my walls clench so hard the buildup of all of my frustrations are hovering at the tip of the precipice.

Her hands leave me, and she pulls back. I watch with fascination as she puts her fingers into her mouth, sucking my juices off of them. I’m so in awe of her that I don’t react as she leans over me, lifting my skirt higher with hers. She nudges my legs apart with her knee, and I spread wide to allow her to lie between my thighs.

I cry out when her pubic bone touches mine, my inhibitions scattering when I buck up to meet her.

“This will feel strange at first,” she says and rocks against me. “But I’ll try to make sure it feels good for you.”

Are you fucking crazy? I’m on the verge of coming and feeling your pussy against mine is driving me insane!

I reach down and grab her ass, and it’s as though it was made especially for my hands. “It feels amazing,” I tell her. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”

“Oh, Bunny,” she says and pushes herself against me causing my breath to hitch. “It only gets better.”

Butterfly continues to gyrate against me, our fabric covered parts grinding into each other and my climax hits like a boulder out of fucking nowhere.

“Oh, fuck!
Ahh!
”
 
I squeal, and my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.

“Yeah, oh…shit.”
 

Butterfly comes against me with her hair curtaining around us, our lips lightly brushing; inhaling each other’s breaths as we come down from our orgasms.

“I couldn’t help myself,” she says, lying next to me. “You do things to me, Bunny, that I can’t explain.”

“Well, you’ve done things to me no other woman has,” I reply, making light of the change in the air around us.

She fixes her top, and I do the same. I wonder what’s going through her mind and the reason for the change in her.

“What’s wrong?”

Butterfly stands and holds her hand out for me to join her. “We’ve come a long way together in such a short time,” she replies and strokes my face. “Now you need time to process how you feel about this, about what we did, and if it’s truly what you desire.”

“What? I know what I want, Butterfly.” I place my hand on her chest and stroke down over her cleavage to her stomach, and she sucks in a breath. “
Exactly
what I want.”

Without saying anything else, she leads me out of the room and to the bar area.

“Shit, it’s twelve-thirty,” I say, looking at the digital clock above the optics. “I have to go—I have to be up at six for work.”

Butterfly remains quiet and pulls me into a tight hug, resting her head on my shoulder. I feel a drop of liquid drip onto my skin.

She pulls back and wipes her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she says, then sniffles. Her laugh is shaky when she adds, “I don’t want you to hate me, Bunny.”

“Why would I hate you?” I cock my head to the side and step closer. “You’ve not done anything wrong.”

“We’ll talk soon,” she says, releasing me. “Just talk, then you can decide.”

Chapter 16

Work has been great today. There was no sign of Sam, and I got all of my paperwork completed and filed way before I was due to leave.

“Productive day?” Sadie asks into the phone.

I wedge it between my ear and shoulder as I tidy my desk. “Yeah. I’m an hour ahead of my work schedule, and I even got some stuff done for tomorrow.”

“That’s great! Wow, I’m glad you’re out of your work funk,” she says with a giggle. “Whatever it is, keep doing it.”

“I plan to,” I reply, and I can’t help the grin spreading across my face.

Even though I have to go to my parent’s house tomorrow, I’m already looking forward to coming back and going to House. My clit is throbbing just thinking about the sex I had. Was that sex? I’d have to research that a little more, because even though I’m positive about my own preferences, I have no fucking idea how it all works. Thank you, Mother, for your oppression.

“So tonight. Any preferences for dinner?” she asks, breaking my thoughts.

“Come on, Sadie. You know me!”

She laughs. “Pizza, of course.”

“Exactalutely,” I say, chuckling with her. “I’m going to take off in a few, do you want to go shopping then?” I know I could do with a few sets of tank PJ’s and a second choice of a dress for dinner with my family. I know whatever I take my mom won’t like it anyway.

“Sure. I’ll have Mitch drop me off outside your office building in five.”

We end the call, and I begin to get my things together to leave.