Page 18 of My Summer Girl

“Understood, M-Mistress,” Cece stammers, her eyes glossy with affection.

I want to touch myself, and get myself off, but even I have rules. While Vex is my playmate in many ways, we have an agreement that succeeds in normal situations.

They ask for my pleasure privately, away from eyes including their own, and I keep my word.

But only while here.

Part of me hopes they have this rule because they can’t keep their hands off me, but the other part wonders if it’s just another part of our power exchange.

“Are you going to be a good doe? Those pretty little eyes haven’t left my cunt. It’s dripping for you, waiting for you to behave so you can clean it up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She jerkily moves her head up and down, her lips pursing with a pout. “Yes, Mistress.”

A little simper escapes Loz, her hips wiggling as she teases her mate. “You’ll wait here for thirty seconds without licking up my cum, and when it drips down your lips, you won’t clean it. Understand?” She nods, and the Mistress doesn’t like that. “Words.”

“Yes, Mistress. Anything for you, Mistress.”

“Good, little doe.”

I watch in anticipation, my own body humming in tune with my heart. My clit throbs, an ache building inside me while I wait with the submissive beneath her.

Heat touches my cheeks, and I want nothing more than to kneel where the sub is and lick her clean. I imagine laving at her clit, wanting to suck it into my mouth and worship it.

A shudder racks my frame as my mind travels to the women at a standstill, and when a little beeper goes off, the submissive’s eyes widen in anticipation.

Loz lowers her pussy, pressing against Cece. “Eat.” Cece moans so loudly, I’d believe she’s coming. Her entire body shakes as she grabs the hips of her Mistress, making happy little noises.

“Clean your whole plate, doe. Don’t leave anything behind,” she directs, her body rocking on top of her sub. She moans, and shivers rush across me. I want that power that makes the top a mess above me.

The throbbing in my clit becomes more rampant, and I know I need release. Knowing Vex and their rules with me, I decide to play it safe and escape. I know they told me to come down here and think about things. But that embarrassed me—made me realize that maybe they don’t feel how I feel, like they’re a part of me. Like they’re mine. Maybe I’ll go home and rub one out before they notice.

No, they wouldn’t like that. They’d punish me.

How would they know?

They would know.

Standing and rushing from the room, the heat caused by my movements makes the aching worse. Shit. I didn’t expect this.

Touching my collar, my fingers play at the necklace, hoping Vex can feel me. They enchanted my pendant for them and them alone.

It portals to them, or if they need to find me, it helps them sense my overall well-being.

“You seem flushed, dove,” Vex whispers near my nape, surprising me. Letting out a little yelp, I place a hand over my heart. My entire body tenses as anticipation floods through me.

“I-I,” I whimper over my words, feeling high and incoherent.

“You’re what?” Their lips brush against my ear. “Needy?” Their raspy taunting rushes through me, their body flush against mine. “Desperate...” They trail off, leaving a chaste kiss on my throat. “Starved.” The last word is nearly a hiss, like not touching me and giving me exactly what I need hurts them. When I turn, their eyes are a violent shade of purple, almost glowing with anticipation and promise.

I’ve never met a more all-consuming creature than Vex. The way their posh voice says “little dove” is forever ingrained into my mind. They’re a soft lavender color, dark hair in shambles atop their head right now. They have a scar on the right side of their mouth like someone took a knife straight down it. And their body? Covered in tattoos. Some symbols, some in a long-lost language, and others I haven’t braved to ask about.

Their fangs protrude when they’re smirking, but the most attractive part about them is the way they live freely and without a care. Sometimes I wish I could be like that and not the workaholic who can’t stop trying to escape from my twin’s shadow.

I love Dionysus more than anyone in the world, but I just wish I could be known as Dulce and not simply Di’s twin.

Their teeth drag across my shoulder, forcing my attention on them and leaving a little nip. Tonight, they don a suit. It’s smooth, almost like suede but definitely something softer. It molds to their frame, lean and fit, and no part of me wants to look away from them.

“Bite me,” I frantically whisper, the words leaving my lips as softly as they trace my throat. My heart races with a desperation I can’t quite place, hammering like it’s out of tune and seeking its beat.

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