Page 15 of The Holiday

“Hmm.”

“I’m serious, ma’am.” Jamie reached back, pressing dangerously close to her opening. She pulled herself open in front of her girlfriend. “You’re the only one who can satisfy that.”

“You can be more honest, my flower. Tell me exactly why you need me to fuck you. Don’t dance around it. Don’t be ashamed of your body.”

Oh, fuck you.Jamie pulled her hand back to the couch and bowed her head, garnering the courage to say what was on the tip of her tongue. “Because you’re the only one who is kinky enough, ma’am.”

Jamie had no idea how kinky the others were. Well, that wasn’t true. She knew how kinky Helen was because she had seen her perform with Monique at the club. As for Ira, they seemed like the kind either compensating for something or completely bolstered by what they got up to behind closed doors. Let alone with another Domme like Kathleen, who saw it fit to submit to the likes of Ira. Fact of the matter was nothing, well, mattered. This was about fueling Etta’s ego so she would fuck Jamie long and hard.Sometimes I love these games. Sometimes they drove her crazy. Tonight? Both thoughts claimed her.

At the end of the day, however, Etta was still the kinkiest woman Jamie had ever been with. In the early days of their relationship, she was constantly amazed at how far Etta would go, how she could take the most mundane sex act and spice it up using nothing but her hand. And even though she knew to expect it now, Jamie was still often taken by surprise.

Taken, always. Surprise, always.

“You need it kinky, huh?” Etta tapped her ass. “Tell me why.”

Jamie braced herself for more self-debasement. “Because I’m so used to kink that it’s all that can satisfy me… ma’am.”

“Are you a kinky girl, my flower?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Etta pushed two fingers against her opening and spread it apart, opening her body to the cold air of that office.She’s going to ruin me. Didn’t she always?

“I see. You really do need a Mistress to satisfy you, don’t you?”

Oh,fuckher.

“Jamie.” Her voice, although tender and loving, did not make Jamie feel any different as Etta leaned down and kissed her cheek. The smooth texture of Etta’s trousers rubbed against her leg, making her tremble in anticipation for the rest of Etta to touch her. “You’re gorgeous tonight. I don’t tell you enough.”

She told her at least once a day, but Jamie agreed – once a day wasn’t enough.

“Seeing you on this couch like this has got me so… bothered.” Etta dropped her composure for one split second, letting lust take control as she slid her hand along Jamie’s slit.Oh, shit. When Etta pulled away, she smacked Jamie’s ass, forked those fingers around her opening again, and watched as she became wetter. Knowing Etta became more powerful from it made Jamie even more aroused. “Your nectar is getting all over my fingers, my flower.”

“Golly gee, ma’am, I have no idea how that could be happening…” Jamie was still fantasizing about getting fucked. This time solely about Etta, the only Mistress with the ability to satisfy her.

“Don’t be mouthy.” The tap on her ass was a warning shot. “Or I’ll stuff that mouth full of something that will shut you up.” Before Jamie could say she was okay with that, Etta continued. “And not give this beautiful pussy what it deserves.”

Jamie braved being alittlemouthier. “What does it deserve, ma’am?”

Finally, she was wet enough for Etta to sink her fingers in.

Jamie pushed forward, knees digging into the couch as one hand shot between her legs and took over Etta’s job of spreading her nether lips apart.

"Me.”

She thrust her hand forward. Jamie gritted her teeth, clutching the back of the couch and bracing her legs wide open. "Oh, fuck me," she whimpered. Suddenly it no longer mattered that someone got to this couch before them. All that mattered was having her body visited by the woman she loved and craved to dominate her.

"You were right, my flower." Etta grabbed Jamie’s long, curly hair and yanked it hard enough to raise her head. "You need a woman as good as me to pleasure you.”

She didn’t have to tell her!

"So, I guess that means I can do whatever the fuck I want now." Etta yanked hard, forcing Jamie on her fingers as she involuntarily leaned back, crying out loud enough to echo in the room. "And I want to fuck you until you scream."

Etta Coleman was the kind of woman who kept her promises.

"Oh, my God!" Jamie muffled her mouth with the leather couch as Etta drove into her, sinking her fingers as deep as they could go into Jamie’s angled body. They both knew how volatilethis position was from plenty of experience over the past year they had been together. Etta could reach parts of Jamie they didn’t even know existed!

"Is this what you wanted, my flower? Is this the kind of fucking you’ve been craving?"

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