Page 38 of The Holiday

“Please,” Jamie whimpered, her body on the verge of giving up. “How much longer?”

Etta sat in the corner of their room, drinking God knew what as she took in the sight before her. Namely, her girlfriend, Jamie, strung up to a hook in the ceiling with her clothes torn away and a spreader bar keeping her bent knees apart.

The woman had been an insatiable animal all night. If taking Jamie in the office like that hadn’t been enough, she then dragged her upstairs for morefun.

First, she tore Jamie’s clothes and tied her to the hook, having her drink as they listened to Helen and Monique make intense love down the hall.

That was the part that drove Jamie wild. Not only being fucked by the gorgeous Etta. Not only being watched by her girlfriend.But to be told that Etta couldn’t get enough of her, that she wanted to blow Jamie's mind. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

When Kathleen Allen and Ira Mathison started going at it next door for an ungodly long time, Etta thought it appropriate to bring out the nipple clamps and watch Jamie wiggle in frustration while someone sat and had her drink.

If before was about Etta asserting dominance, now was about asserting Jamie’s arousal for the scenarios around them.

“You’ll stay like that until you’re ready,” Etta revealed. She had finished her drink and now stood, refilling it at the wet bar in the corner of the playroom. Or was it a bedroom? Shit, Jamie didn’t know. “I want to make sure my flower doesn’t lose her petals too soon.”

Sometimes she took the floral metaphorstoofar.

On the other hand, this was the hardest they had played in a long while. They usually didn’t get too kinky in their love life. Kissing, cuddles, hard thrusting between the legs… well, sometimes that felt kinky, and Jamie remembered that their whole relationship started because Etta wanted to pay her to be a temporary sub. Well, temporary soon changed to permanent, and here Jamie was, being reminded that her girlfriend loved exploring her Domme side at least once a week.

Usually, though, she didn’t take it this far.

“Have I told you tonight that you’re beautiful?” Etta stood in front of the bed, hand in her pocket as she drank her latest round. “You were lovely in the limo today. But I think you might be even more beautiful like this, with your body bare and ready for me.”

Jamie looked her in the eye. She wanted to say something testy, but… that look in the pupil silenced her. Not because she was ever afraid of her girlfriend, but because Etta had an uncanny way of making Jamie’s legs tremble and her heart defertoher.What else do you do around a powerful woman like her?Jamie could never say no.

“You told me earlier,” she admitted. “You’ve told me a few times today.”

“I’m sure I don’t say it enough, though.” Etta held the rim of her glass up to Jamie’s lips, helping her take a sip before finishing the drink for herself. The alcohol burned.I need it, though.Jamie needed to relax so she could better take whatever Etta wanted to give her.

Probably not only her body, although Jamie assumed that it was coming at any moment.

“I need to tell you more often, though. I like it when you’re confident. If telling you you’re beautiful—which you are, of course—makes you more confident, then I’ll be more than happy to tell you fifteen more times tonight.” Etta grinned. “You’re beautiful.”

Jamie smiled wanly back at her. It would’ve been bigger, but her strength was in reserve. “What do you think is most beautiful… right now?”

Their eyes locked as Etta considered her question. They stayed locked until they began wandering up and down Jamie’s naked, pinched body. The spreader. The clamps. The hands strung up above her. There wasn’t a region of her body that wasn’t currently enjoying the pleasures of pain and discomfort. Once upon a time, they bothered Jamie, but she quickly acclimated. Now she was proud to call herself Etta Coleman’s submissive girlfriend… when the time was right.

The time was right tonight.

“Naturally, all of you is beautiful.” That was too diplomatic of an answer. “Although, if I had to pick the first thing turning me on right now… it’s those clamps, my flower. They make your nipples look divine. And I can only imagine how good they feel pinching you.”

She had no idea. Jamie was rather numb to it now, but when she jostled the slightest, here came the pinching pain that Etta knew she desired. It would’ve felt better coming from her fingers, though.

“Then of course there’s the way you’re waiting for me.” She said this, and then a long, arduous wail erupted in the other room.Now that sounds painful.It sounded like poor Kathleen was being forced into multiple orgasms. Haha.Forced. Multiple orgasms. Before she got into kink with Etta, Jamie would’ve thought that was an oxymoron.

When they both finally heard Ira erupt in a loud, equally arduous torrent of relief, Etta looked away with a smile trying to crack on her face.

Impetuous Jamie would’ve teased her at home. With the binds and clamps off. With the collar off.“Like what you hear in the other room? Yeah, let’s go watch.”Etta didn’t take Jamie to the local BDSM club enough. Jamie didn’t even know about its existence until after she moved in with Etta, who did not care for exhibitionism, making her girlfriend scream in private notwithstanding. She also admitted to not being much of a voyeur, which was what the club catered to, but the few times she took Jamie?I had no idea watching other people have sex—let alone kinky sex—could be so hot.The intricate binds. The deference. The lust and power exhibited at every turn. People on leashes and crawling on their hands and knees, shirtless and kowtowing to a woman’s unbridled sexuality. Lots of the elite went there to hook up and watch others get off. Sure, there were private rooms aplenty—and Etta took Jamie to one of those exactly once—but if Jamie went to the BDSM club, she was hoping for a display, whether it be on the stage or in a shadowy corner.

I saw so much oral sex.She may have even been inspired to indulge in it as well, but Etta declined.She didn’t like showingoff in front of others. I don’t get it. Her body is hot enough to intimidateme…

So, to see Etta enjoying the raucous, bawdy sounds in the other room threw Jamie off.”

“Forgive me, my flower,” she said, face straight again. “That caught me off guard.”

Jamie sighed. “Me too.” Then, braving her irritation, “Too bad we couldn’t watch it. I would’ve liked to see how another couple goes about their business in the bedroom.”

“Would you?” Etta crossed her arms after putting down her empty glass. “That surprises me, my flower. Last time I took you to the club, you seemed… embarrassed.”

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