Page 14 of The Holiday

“I plead the Fifth on the second question.” Etta cleared her throat, caught. “As for the first… well, can you blame me, Jamie? We were going to have a romantic time this weekend, and here we are, trapped with two other…”

Jamie put her hands on her hips. “Two other what?” Oh, she had a good idea of what Etta was about to say.

“Two dominant types.” Etta was hilarious. She was so used to being in complete control wherever they went. Jamie wasoften the only person in the world–besides Monique, perhaps–who could make Etta behave when she got too uppity for her own good. Trapped in a house for a weekend with two others known for being Dommes in the city’s kink scene? Two Dommes with big reputations? With women who submitted to their desires, whether it was lifestyle or scene by scene? Etta Coleman probably had the hardest, angriest nipples in the house. How the fuck was she going to assert herself when she couldn’t even put her hands all over her girlfriend without embarrassing the both of them?

Etta was a woman who kept her kink behind the scenes. She barely went to the kinky club unless business dealings happened there.

Yet Etta Coleman didn’t say “two dominant types.” Instead, she said, “Two very sexual couples.”

“Everyone’s been behaving themselves tonight…”

Etta looked around the office. “You’re kidding, right? Use your senses, Jamie.”

She put her arms down in a haughty huff. “What are you trying to…” Her deep breath caught her by surprise. In her nostrils was a heavy perfume that she thought she left behind in the study.That’s Monique’s perfume...

“Yes. There’s been a lot of hanky-panky in this room since we got here. We’re lagging.”

“One couple hardly means…” Jamie went for the couch, but she stopped short, gasping in strange horror as she saw… well, she dared not repeat what she saw staining the couch.

“I told you. Hanky-panky.”

Etta encircled Jamie’s abdomen with her arm. She lowered her hand from her nose, tearing her eyes off the crime scene before her. “That’s disgusting!”

“Is it?” Etta’s voice was low and husky, the exact tone that sent excited shivers throughout Jamie’s body. The longer shegazed at the mess the previous couples left behind, the more she realized what her girlfriend wanted. Sure enough, Etta pushed up against Jamie’s ass induetime. “Because it only serves to remind me of what I need to do to you.”

“Need?” Jamie didn’t protest as the collar wrapped around her throat. The moment she clasped it, she had to obey Etta. Etta was going to fuck her right here, without a doubt. Normally that wouldn’t worry her too much, except when Etta was like this… with a collar that made her infallible and the absolute master of Jamie’s destiny… oh God, who knew what she would do!

“Yes, my flower.” The moment the collar clasped around her throat, Etta lifted Jamie’s skirt, grabbing her thighs, her stomach, and the brunt of her unsuspecting pussy. “I need us to outfuck everyone else in this house.”

Wow, that was direct, even for her!

“You’re crazy,” Jamie said, although her lack of breath betrayed how hot this was already getting her. Between Etta stroking her slit through her silk underwear, and snaking her hand down her generous cleavage, she was about to come undone then and there. “I knew we were going to have a lot of sex this weekend, but...”

A shriek echoed in the room as Jamie was pushed over the back of the couch. Her knees scrambled onto it, just as her hair tumbled down the side of her face and threatened to brush against the soiled ground. Even with underwear on, she still felt exposed. She felt even more exposed when Etta pulled aside said underwear.

“Your girlfriend has needs that surpass simple sex.” Etta felt Jamie’s bare skin, her other hand bunching up the skirt and tugging it whenever necessary. “Now, I need you to not say a single word except for what I want to hear you say. Understand?”

Jamie nodded, her lips wetting within her mouth. “I understand…ma’am.”

She was not surprised that Etta spanked her. She was, however, surprised that it was so hard and so… invigorating. Jamie’s knees dug into the leather couch.I wonder who was here before me. And she wondered if the idea of coming all over someone else’s mess was getting Etta as hot.Yes. Definitely yes.

Etta spanked her again, the shrill sound of skin hitting skin in Jamie’s ears. It was a miracle she could hear over the pumping of her blood.

“Tell me, Jamie.” The way Etta’s voice clawed her back made Jamie whimper, her insides relaxing and releasing the arousal her girlfriend craved to see run down her thigh. “If you could have anyone in this house fuck this pretty bud of yours, who would it be? There’s a good selection out there.”

Her hand was poised above her ass. Jamie, swallowing, lifted her head and tried to find her voice. “You, ma’am. I only want you to fuck me.” She sounded pitiful. Probably because for the briefest moment she imagined one of those other Dommes fucking her.No, that’s wrong.But she didn’t doubt that Etta planted those images in her head. ShewantedJamie to think about Helen Warner tying her up and nibbling her nipples. ShewantedJamie to imagine Ira Mathison throwing her down on this couch and going at her until she screamed for mercy.All right, hot stuff, let’s not make me feel like I’m mentally cheating.Too late.

However, Etta wanted her to think about these things because she yearned to prove that she was better than them. She needed Jamie to admit that her girlfriend, Etta Coleman, was the hottest, most dominating, the absolute best in this group of fuckers and suckers.

She could do that right now. Except it wouldn’t mean a damn thing until Etta had her ultimate way with Jamie.

“Again, ma’am,” she said, core heating in preparation. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Is that so? Why do you want me? Not that I don’t want you, my flower, but it won’t hurt you to convince me.”

Wow, she was direct tonight. For some reason, knowing she was fighting that much insecurity made Jamie hotter. Etta would prove her worth as a woman and Domme, and she was doing it with nothing more than her body.Holy shit, I’m ready.

“Because…” She couldn’t believe she was saying this. She couldn’t believe she was about to debase herself like this.Yes, I can!Wouldn’t be the first time! “You’re the only one who can satisfy me.”

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