Page 39 of The Holiday

“Forgive me, I wasn’t prepared for something like that. Now I think I might be.”

“Well, it’s too late. I think they’re done in there. Although…” Etta scratched her chin, smiling. “What position do you think they were in, my flower?”

Jamie grinned back at her. Her shoulders started to hurt, but she could ignore it—for now. “She was doing her from behind, of course.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure about that? Were you able to see something that I couldn’t?”

“Hardly. I could tell from how she sounded. She was kind of muffled like her mouth was against the bed.”

“Very nice.” Etta approached, flicking one of the clamps. “Is that what you would like me to do to you, Jamie?” Her voice practically melted in Jamie’s ear. “Do you want me to take you down from your binds, flip you over, and take you for myself like that? Like an animal? Like a…” She leaned in closer, breath hitting Jamie’s earlobe. “Beast?”

She shuddered, remembering how Etta bent her over the couch earlier.God, that was so good!Jamie wouldn’t lie. That was one of her favorite positions. She liked any position thatlet Etta take total control and treat her like the eager vessel of desire. The woman knew how to hump!

“Maybe…” Jamie bit her lip. “But that’s how you did me earlier, ma’am. I’d rather switch it up a little. Know what I mean?”

“Of course. I was thinking the same thing.” Etta brushed her hand against Jamie’s thigh. “There are so many ways for me to take my beautiful rose. Sometimes it’s nice to ask her opinion, though.”

“I am happy with anything, ma’am.” Jamie experienced that ache deep in the pit of her stomach. Her frustration from earlier was still in dire need of being sated. She needed Etta to kiss her. She needed Etta to fuck her, like this, from behind, on the bed, whatever. Above all, she needed to feel Etta inside her, proving how much she desired to have her body, mind, and soul.I want to feel how much she loves me. No other woman had ever fucked her the way Etta did. It wasn’t simply rough, intense, and passionate. It was full of unbridled love—the kind of sex a woman could only have with the one she wanted for life—and determined to make her feel it.

“Let’s switch these out.” Gently, Etta removed the nipple clamps, blowing cool breath against one. The heavy clamps fell to the floor. Etta grabbed the bag she brought whenever they traveled. Inside, along with a few other goodies, were crystal-stringed clamps that didn’t pinch as hard but still made Jamie feel that sting of pain and pleasure.

Etta kissed them for luck before clamping Jamie’s hard nipples.

“There. Beyond beauty.” Etta stepped back, admiring the way the crystals twinkled in the light as they dangled between Jamie’s breasts. “Have I told you tonight that you’re beautiful?”

Gimme a break.

Jamie’s thought was cut short when a whining wail came from across the hall. It was not the first time she heard it that night. In fact, she heard it off and on ever since they came to bed an hour ago.What the fuck is that?At first, Jamie was able to ignore it. Then it intensified. Or maybe Ira and Kathleen had overpowered it.I wouldn’t mind listening to some of that instead.

“Do you hear that?” Jamie asked as Etta wrapped her tongue around her ear. Jamie wanted to give in to her kiss, her touch, but it was nearly impossible with that other distraction going on. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard it.”

“Ignore it, Jamie.” That wasn’t an order.

“Etta…” Her tongue was deep in Jamie’s ear, hand squeezing the underside of her breast. “I think someone else is having sex.”

“No shit. They can go forever, you know.”

“Who can?”

Etta stood back, a look of disbelief on her otherwise composed face. “You don’t know who that is? You must be smitten with me this weekend. Or weren’t paying attention in that car ride.”

“What?”

She shook her head. “Never mind. Don’t pay it any mind. Unless it turns you on.”

Well, if it was sex… “If I could, I would listen to all these people go at it all night.”

“Remind me of this the next time I suggest we watch erotic movies in the evening.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

Jamie blushed. “You can’t smell porn.”

“Oh, my sweet, sweet flower.” That devilish grin on Etta’s face almost killed her… especially when she put her hands on either side of Jamie, bringing her forward. “You really are a naughty girl. I’ve gotta take you back to that club.”

“Yes. You do. Etta, you have turned me into a big pervert. I wanna watch other people fuck and bang until they pass out. The more moans, the better!”

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