Page 10 of The Holiday

“If you have to tell them anything, say you need to grab something from your suitcase. Or tell them you’re coming to fuck me in the office, I don’t care.”Kathleen switched off her phone and shoved it in her front pocket.

She went to work.

This had to be fast. It had to be good, but fast. No way in hell was she waiting a few more hours before it was socially acceptable to disappear to the bedroom!

No way was she dealing with everyone else up there on the second floor too, possibly listening to them fool around.I don’t know how insulated these walls are.She hated having sex in places where others might hear – especially if those people knew her personally.

So while she waited for Ira, she braved the idea that her partner would be the only one to walk through that unlocked door. Braved it, because she was undressing in preparation.

It was damned chilly in that room but Kathleen unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it open to reveal her breasts. She jiggled things around until both were pushed prettily up, with one button giving them the final boost to look beyond perky. Then she leaned back, kicking off her boots and pulling her pants down to the floor.

By the time Ira finally walked into the office, Kathleen was nearly naked and spread open on the couch.

“Wow. Is this safe to do after eating?”

Kathleen pushed her hand down her slit, spreading it open so Ira could seeeverything.Not that there was anything here Ira hadn’t seen before… “You haven’t had dessert yet.”

“Oh, I haven’t had dessert in over a month.”

Ira locked the door behind her, a grin radiating warmth toward Kathleen. Good, because it’s freezing in here.Kathleen could tolerate a lot of things, but icy air wasn’t one of them.

“What if everyone hears us?” Ira removed her belt and let it drop to the floor. Her forest green sweater came next, but only halfway – enough for Kathleen to see how much Ira had been hitting the gym lately.Get over here, or I swear to the fucking sky...Ira was deceptively strong. Though she wasn’t “big” like other muscular women, her toned body made for the best surprises during their bedroom escapades.

“Sorry, too cold,” Ira muttered, pulling her sweater back down. “Someone should turn on a heater in here.”

Kathleen patted the top of her slit. “I’ve got some heat right here for you, babe.”

“Oh boy, bad jokes and calling mebabe? I have me a real winner.” Grinning, Ira knelt between Kathleen’s legs and ran her hands along her partner’s thighs. “My word, you are warm down here.”

“Told you. Now do something with it.”

This was the crux of their relationship. Kathleen, a Domme in her “real life,” had no problem ordering Ira around when the moment called for it. Like now, when her body shook in the great and mighty need for Ira’s touch.

Not just her fingers, which now traced slow, teasing lines along her folds, but her tongue too – so dangerously close to giving Kathleen exactly what she wanted.

“I can’t tell if I should commend or punish you for not waiting.”

“Commend me, babe.”

Ira smirked. Right now, Kathleen Allen was in charge – and Ira Mathison would love every second of it.

Well, of course she would like it. What red-blooded American was going to turn down the opportunity to get all up inherbusiness? She was a goddess, as Ira often told her.

“All right, lovely.” One finger tortuously pushed between her folds and rubbed against her clit, dipping down into Kathleen’sfamished body. She shuddered, slipping down the couch as Ira leered at her through glaring hazel eyes. “I’ll do what you want for now. As soon as I’ve ensnared you, though, you’re followingmywhim.”

Kathleen didn’t doubt it. She also didn’t doubt that she would be hungry for that.Why does she think we’re doing this first?Kathleen knew how to play their kinky game.

“Ah, fuck me,” she mumbled, leaning back on the couch as her hands fished for Ira’s soft hair. Her head was firm beneath Kathleen’s touch, but the short waves of hair textured her fingers in a way that was almost better than the tongue rolling against her clit.Almost. She was still a red-blooded American woman too.

At first, Ira was gentle. After all, this was not her idea. Usually, if itwereher idea, she’d spare no expense getting Kathleen off as soon as possible. That was assuming her sole purpose for going down on Kathleen was to get her wet enough for part two.

When Ira moved her tongue from Kathleen’s clit to her opening, Kathleen wondered if that still wasn’t her end game.

Goodbye, world.

It was amazing how easily Ira’s tongue filled her. Kathleen only jokingly referred to herself as a size queen, but she was usually content with whatever took her over—if it was big, that was a bonus. When it came to tongues, however, things changed. Ira had taught her that, like anything else, tongues often followed the same rules of size vs. skill. And Ira knew how to fill her, to soothe her, and to send her over the edge from what she did with her whole mouth.

“You’re going to kill me,” Kathleen murmured, arms crossing. “You better have that thing in your pants ready after all this effort.”

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