Page 40 of The Holiday

“You know, we could make that happen on our own time. Like right now.”

“Don’t remind me, ma’am. Unless you’re about to make it happen.”

“Oh, I could. Or I could torture you some more until you’re so far gone that I have no choice but to fuck you.”

Great.

“You know, earlier… I was pretty jealous of those other women, wasn’t I?”

“You don’t have to tell me, ma’am.” Boy, didn’t Jamie feel that earlier. Etta was going to fuck her until the other Dommes knew her sexual prowess. If only Jamie got the full brunt of it. “And now they’ve tried proving it to you. Do you think it’s a coincidence those others have been so loud with their subs tonight? Our neighbors alone almost broke that bed.”

“I don’t doubt it. You sure are hung up on those two over there, though.” Etta pressed her thumbs against the inside of Jamie’s thighs, on the verge of pinching them like her nipples were pinched. “Could it be you’re thinking of another Domme, my flower?”

“What? No…” Jamie shook her head as hard as she dared. “I would never, ma’am. You’re the only Mistress for me.”

“Nevertheless, I’m sure hearing a woman get it like that has you wondering what it feels like… from them.” Etta’s thumb brushed against Jamie’s wet slit, sending a wave of shivers throughout her body. Jamie moaned, willing Etta to sink her fingers into her and attempt to give her sexual relief. “Every dominant does it differently, as I’m sure you know. I wonder how Kathleen Allen would make short work of you.”

Jamie didn’t. Okay… maybe she did. A little.Come on, I’m human!She would never flirt with Kathleen, let alone respond to any advances she might throw Jamie’s way, but she had glanced at her more than once that night. This was someone who didn’t care much for women who dressed like they were about to head to the corner country club.You know, like Helen.She had also seen Ira around before, sporting their business suits, but tonight they wore that sweater and a pair of jeans that were more function than style. They were here to be comfortable. That was how they dressed on their days off. Sometimes, Etta would strut around the house in jeans and a hoodie, but… that was rare.I love someone in jeans.She also caught a glimpse of the toned body Ira hid beneath their sweater when Kathleen played with the hem of it, her fingers scratching her partner’s ribs.

Shit, shit, stop thinking about them…

If they were single, Jamie would have probably responded to either Kathleen or Ira’s hypothetical advances. She was happy with Etta, but… she couldn’t deny how handsome Ira was… and how well they could please their icy girlfriend.Plus, they’re good enough to dominate another Domme.Jamie’s eyes glazed over. Kathleen Allen didn’t seem the type to be satisfied with mediocre sex.

“My flower,” Etta’s voice suddenly cut in. “You’re drooling. If I knew you wanted them that badly, I would’ve suggested we wife-swap tonight.” Her voice was humorous enough to tell Jamie that she didn’t mean it. “Uh, Jamie…”

She snapped out of her fantasy. “I’m sorry, ma’am! I promise I wasn’t…”

“Shh.” Etta put her finger on Jamie’s lips. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s perfectly natural to let your mind wander to other people. I am sure you’ve thought of many others while we’ve been together. I’m secure enough to know that doesn’t mean you’d sleep with them. But…” Her fingers cupped around Jamie’s slit,stroking her clit ever so lightly. Sighing, Jamie closed her eyes. “It does make me a tiny bit jealous. How could it not? You’re mine, my flower. No one else could ever have you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re perfectly satisfied, both in and out of bed. Even if that means letting you imagine others doing God knows what to you and making a mess of your beautiful body.”

She had such a way with words. Yet Jamie giggled, reassuring Etta as she had been reassured. “Only you could make me beg for that, ma’am.”

“That’s what you say until you’ve got some other Domme trying to make you theirs. We’re all animals, my sweet.” One finger pushed into her. Jamie trembled, her binds shaking above her head. “We dominants will use you as props to outdo each other whenever our desires get in our way. That’s what this whole night has been about, for fuck’s sake.”

Jamie could barely contain herself. Between her girlfriend’s finger fucking and the thought of other Dommes sniffing around her, wanting to drag her away and fuck her – maybe even in front of Etta – Jamie was ready to fully explore different realms of ecstasy.I’m gonna scream the loudest tonight.“All right, ma’am, you’ve caught me. I’ve been fantasizing about them all night.” What a lie. Yet now she could convince herself otherwise – for Etta’s sake.

“Go on.” Etta sank her finger deeper, taking Jamie past the second knuckle. Jamie gently grinded against her, imagining it was not only Etta’s finger but some other dominant’s.This is either gonna be awesome or my utter demise tonight. Who knew what Etta had planned?

“Tell me more about what this Domme is doing to you in your head.”

Where to begin? Jamie didn’t know much about Ira – or even Helen, for that matter – beyond what she saw around their socialcircles. She knew Ira was a Domme with a reputation for hard and fast sex, at least until they started dating Kathleen.Amazing how women can soften someone.Even another Domme.

She also knew Ira was an attractive key player in the family business. Jamie would be impressed that Ira wasn’t even thirty yet, but the same could almost be said about Etta, who was self-made, not an heir like Ira.So, my girlfriend is better already. Or at least more impressive.If Jamie was going to play the evo-psych game, that was way more important!

So Ira was handsome. They were a Domme. And they were successful in business to the point nobody questioned the nepotism that helped them succeed. Oh, and they were handsome. And funny. And handsome.I guess I think someone’s handsome.

When it came to these sexual situations, that’s all Jamie cared about anyway. A sharp, distinguished face, good hair, nice clothes, and the confidence to carry one’s self as a Domme in private life. I mean, did I mention that Ira bagged a badass Domme?

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Jamie,” Etta said, dryly. “But whatever you’re thinking is working on this end. Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Go deeper with whatever you’re imagining .”

“Are you sure?”

“I gave you an order, didn’t I?”

Yes, she sure did. And Jamie knew by now that she did not disobey one of her Domme’s orders. If Etta told her to fantasize about another person, then that’s what she did!

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