The Night Off (10 page)

Nat gave her a light swat on the rear, mindful of last night’s aches and pains. “Don’t get too excited. I’ll only dirty you up again.”

Emily’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, I’m counting on that. Mistress.”

Leading Emily into the bathroom, Nat bypassed the bathtub for the roomy enclosed shower. She held onto Emily’s hand as she turned on the water, loath to release her. The show of possession fit in well with her dominant act, but truthfully, Nat’s only motivation was to keep touching her. When the water temperature reached comfortably hot, she tugged Emily into the shower with her and closed the door. Then she grabbed a bottle of shower gel and squirted some into her palm. “Turn around.”

Emily presented her back, lowering her head with a satisfied groan as Nat rubbed the soap into her skin. Nat ran her hands briskly but thoroughly over her shoulders, her spine, her ass, then between her thighs to tease her hot, slick pussy.

“You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” Nat withdrew her hand, not waiting for an answer. She picked up the bottle of shower gel again, urging Emily to turn and face her. “I can fuck you whenever I want—as long as I want. As
hard
as I want.”

Emily’s throat jumped. “Yes, mistress.”

Nat soaped Emily’s breasts, enjoying the myriad of reactions playing across her beautiful face. She could watch Emily Parker take in the world all day, every day, she suspected, and never get tired of it. There was something she recognized in Emily, something that appealed to her deeply. Even though she barely knew her, Nat wanted to make her happy. She wanted to please her.

Luckily, she knew one surefire way to do that.

Nat went back to Emily’s pussy, cleaning her with gentle, lingering caresses. Emily’s hand shot out and clutched at her arm as she clearly struggled not to orgasm. “Not yet,” Nat reminded her. “Not until I say.”

Emily hissed in obvious frustration. “Understood, mistress.”

Knowing Emily wouldn’t be happy with her, Nat drew away once more and grabbed the bottle of soap. She met Emily’s predictable whimper with stone-faced apathy. “Wash me now.”

Emily gritted her teeth. “
Fine
, mistress.”

Nat had been lax about enforcing the rules this morning, but she was pretty sure Emily didn’t want a domme who would tolerate her current attitude. So she seized Emily’s chin harshly, then gave her bottom a hard, sharp slap. “Excuse me?”

Chastened, Emily lowered her eyes. “Yes, mistress. I’d love to wash you.”

“Of course you would.” Nat released her chin. When Emily lifted her gaze briefly after gathering some soap, Nat gave her a subtle smile. This morning was different than last night—there was no script. She wanted to be sure that Emily knew they were playing. The nod she received in return was faint but reassuring.

Emily placed her hands on Nat’s breasts, rubbing circles over her erect nipples. “I always enjoy touching you, mistress.”

Nat set her feet apart, making room for Emily’s hand to slide between her legs. She fought not to react to Emily’s gentle touch, but couldn’t suppress the shiver that shook her frame when slim fingers stroked tentatively lower, near her opening. Emily hadn’t penetrated her with anything more than her tongue, and despite Nat’s quickly growing feelings, she wasn’t ready to let her breach that barrier yet.

Grabbing Emily’s wrist, Nat said, “Do you always enjoy licking me, as well?”

Emily ran the tip of her tongue over her top lip, probably unconsciously. “Very much, mistress.”

“Then do it.” She yanked Emily’s hand away from her entrance and guided her onto her knees. The position probably wouldn’t be comfortable for Emily, but Nat doubted it would take her long to get off. Emily was uncommonly good at eating pussy. Lifting her foot to rest on a low ledge, she used both hands to spread herself open and offer her aroused sex to Emily. “Show me how you use that sexy little mouth of yours.”

With a moan, Emily covered Nat with her lips, licking and sucking with a ferocity that weakened Nat’s knees and sent her scrambling for purchase within the shower stall. As much as Emily had seemed to enjoy servicing her last night, it was nothing compared to the experience she was having now. Emily was beyond ravenous, and clearly committed to giving the best head Nat had ever received.

“Oh, fuck.” Nat fell back against the shower wall. She stayed on her feet only because Emily caught her and held on firmly, keeping her safe even as her legs dissolved into uselessness. “Oh fuck, you goddamn dirty
slut
, that is so fucking good.”

Emily pulled away gasping, but Nat twined her fingers in her hair and forced her back to work. Lifting her eyes, Emily gave her a few good upward swipes of her tongue, obviously enjoying watching Nat watch her. Inflamed, Nat growled in the back of her throat and pushed Emily’s face deeper into her folds, bumping against her nose and mouth as she undulated her hips.

“Do you like how I fuck your face?” Nat tightened her hand in Emily’s hair and ground against her. “You can’t get enough of this pussy, can you?”

Emily shook her head, her answer muffled by Nat’s flesh. Nat held her there a moment more, enjoying her enthusiastic suction, then hauled her away. Chest heaving, Emily stared up at her, face shiny with her juices. She swallowed, then rasped, “I can’t get enough of your pussy, mistress. May I have some more?”

Heart pounding, Nat urged her forward again. “Stick your tongue inside me, as far as you can.
Just
your tongue.” She groaned when Emily angled her head, stiffened her tongue, then pressed into her opening. Trading the hand that held Emily in place, Nat reached for her clit, stroking hard. “Now fuck me with it. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Her own words were nearly enough to send her over the edge.
Fuck me
. When was the last time she’d said that and meant it? Somewhere along the way, the idea of being fucked had lost its appeal. And that was okay. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the sensation of being penetrated—she just couldn’t fathom trusting a woman enough to literally let her inside. But she trusted Emily. Improbably, she wanted Emily inside.

Nat stiffened as her orgasm ripped through her body. She contracted around Emily’s tongue, soaking her face with a fresh flood of wetness, as Emily murmured contentedly in response. She moved her head back and forth, sliding in and out of Nat’s opening with fervor. Nat set her jaw and moved her hips in an unsteady rhythm, riding Emily’s face as though she were a living sex toy.

Finally Nat loosened her hand on Emily’s hair, the waves of pleasure subsiding. She glanced down to find Emily wearing a coy smile. Feeling so very exposed, Nat called upon the bravado she’d spent years perfecting. “That’s my good girl.”

Emily swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. “So that was acceptable, mistress?”

“Quite.” Nat cleared her throat, then grabbed Emily’s arm and pulled her to a standing position. She got the soap, quickly scrubbed between her legs, then gave Emily a thorough cleaning as well. Very thorough. “Let’s get you back to bed, shall we?”

Emily bit her lip, moaning softly as Nat circled a fingertip around her anus. “Please, mistress.”

Nat turned off the shower and threw open the door of the stall. She’d planned on making Emily come right there, but a new urge had overtaken her. One that required a bed. Nat tugged Emily out of the shower, hastily toweled her dry, then led her back to the bedroom. They had another hour or two before they needed to leave for the cleaning crew. Plenty of time to blow Emily’s mind.

“Get on your elbows and knees,” Nat said, nudging Emily toward the mattress. “I want your ass high in the air. Make sure your pussy is nice and open for me.”

With none of the shyness of their first encounter, Emily quickly assumed her position on the bed. She set her knees far apart and arched her back, showing off her aroused sex with a breathless groan. Hot lust roared through Nat at the sight of Emily so brazen and unguarded, offering her body with enthusiasm. She crawled onto the bed behind Emily, then grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her wide.

Emily whimpered. “Please, mistress.”

“Please what?” Nat watched, fascinated, as wetness literally trickled out of Emily. Her need was plain to see, and Nat yearned to slide her tongue through it. “Please do this?” She brought her mouth close to Emily’s labia, breathing on her hot flesh. “Or were you hoping for something more?”

Rather than answer, Emily rocked backward on her knees. Expecting the move, Nat retreated, then tightened her grip on Emily’s hips to keep her in place.

Emily hissed in frustration when it became clear that she couldn’t force Nat to give in. “Shit,” she muttered.

Though Nat’s first instinct was to give Emily’s pretty bottom a light swat, she decided to do something unexpected instead. She pulled apart Emily’s buttocks and exposed her anus, which tightened as she moved in, as though anticipating her touch. Nat ran the flat of her tongue across the soft pucker, delighted by the loud, surprised cry she coaxed from Emily’s throat.

“Oh my God,” Emily whispered.

“Do you like that?” Nat licked her again, then once more. She slid her hand between Emily’s thighs, using three fingers to rub large circles over Emily’s clit. “Has anyone ever licked you there before?”

“Yes, mistress.” Emily trembled. “And no, mistress.”

“Should I keep doing it?”

“
Please
, mistress.”

Tickled by the urgency in Emily’s voice, Nat gave her another gentle lick. She quickened the speed of her fingers on Emily’s clit, no longer interested in drawing this out. She needed to hear Emily come—now. Sensing her climax approaching, Nat lapped at Emily’s anus with small, precise licks, setting her bucking against Nat’s face and hand.

Nat drew away and rasped, “Come for me, darling.” Then she went back to work, licking and stroking Emily until she quivered and fell to pieces with a high-pitched cry.

Emily stayed upright on shaking knees as she rode out her climax, until finally she collapsed on the bed with a muffled moan. Nat climbed up her body, trailing kisses along her spine, then settled by her side. She rubbed her hand over Emily’s shoulders, waiting for her to recover.

After some time, Emily lifted her head and gave her a dazed smile. “That was a nice surprise.”

Nat kissed her on the cheek. “I’m full of them.”

“I see that.” Emily exhaled, then broke eye contact. “So…I imagine we’ll need to leave here soon, huh? Before the next appointment.”

This was the moment of truth. Even with as much fun as they’d had over the past twelve hours, Nat wasn’t sure whether Emily would want to keep getting to know each other outside the penthouse. Though they hadn’t even spent a whole day together yet, the thought of saying good-bye to Emily forever was painful. Emily might want to become a regular client, but Nat really didn’t want to take her money when she was the one who so badly wanted to continue their contact.

Emily tilted her head. “What is it?”

Unable to summon her usual confidence, Nat could only manage an embarrassed shrug. “No, you’re right. The cleaning crew will be here in a couple hours.”

“But?”

Was it her imagination, or did she detect a glimmer of hope in Emily’s eyes? The thought emboldened her. “But,” Nat said, smoothing her hand down Emily’s spine, “I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day, and I was wondering…” She decided that being direct was best. “What I said before, about not being ready to let you go? That’s…still the case.”

Emily couldn’t seem to look away from Nat’s face. She seemed caught between happiness, relief, and fear. “Really?”

Backpedaling at Emily’s deer-in-headlights expression, Nat said, “If you don’t feel the same way, then I’m sorry for making things awkward. I’ve had such a wonderful time with you. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, that’s not it,” Emily blurted. “You’re not. It’s just that I’m…surprised.”

“Why?” Before Emily could offer an answer, Nat said, “We have amazing sex together. Who wouldn’t want to keep that going as long as possible?”

Emily tilted her head. “I don’t know.” She hesitated, and Nat watched her make the decision to nod. “My sister is with a friend this weekend. So I don’t have plans, either.”

“Awesome.” Ecstatic, Nat couldn’t help but gather Emily into a tight hug. “It’ll be fun. We can hang out.”

“What did you have in mind?”

She hadn’t planned that far ahead. She knew she wanted to spend more time with Emily in bed, but she also craved the chance to get to know her better. As she considered and rejected a handful of possible activities, worrying about the implications of each, a loud growl from Emily’s stomach made the decision for her. “How about we start with some food?”

Emily gave her a grateful nod. “Sounds wonderful. I should probably replenish before I expend any more energy. Or lose more fluids.”

Nat released Emily and sat up, already running through recipes in her head. “What would you like?”

“I’m easy to please. Wherever you want to go is fine with me.”

“Oh…” Inexplicable shyness swept over Nat, nearly changing her mind about cooking their meal. Except she
really
wanted to. “Actually, I thought we could go back to my place. If you don’t mind stopping at the grocery store on the way, I’ll cook whatever you want.”

Emily also sat, not bothering to preserve her modesty this time. “Mind? Having a sexy butch make me breakfast?” Her playful air eased Nat’s bashfulness, as did the sight of her full breasts. “As a matter of fact, I nearly picked that as my fantasy for last night.”

“Perfect, then.” Nat kissed Emily’s cheek and rolled out of bed. “Do you like crepes?”

“Will you laugh at me if I tell you I’ve never had them?”

Aghast, Nat whirled around. “Laugh? There’s nothing funny about that.”

Emily clambered out of bed, gathering her hair atop her head for a moment before letting it fall back around her shoulders. The action was girlish and unconsciously sexy, and made Nat want to tackle her back onto the mattress and kiss her all over. Only the knowledge that Emily needed food stopped her.

Adorably unaware of just how intoxicating she was, Emily gave a lopsided shrug. “My parents were always broke. We lived off Ramen noodles, macaroni and cheese, peanut butter and jelly… Now Colleen and I mostly make do with frozen meals and takeout. I know it’s not terribly healthy, but I rarely have the time or desire to cook. And Colleen is too busy being a teenager to bother.”