Saya couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just stared back into Winter’s eyes, the pale, eerie blue seeming to see right through her.
“You’re very pretty.” Winter’s voice was hushed, hypnotizing. “Have you ever kissed a girl, Saya?”
She shook her head minutely. “No.”
Winter leaned toward her and in a panicked moment Saya tried to move back. A familiar hand tangled into her hair and gripped her firmly, the dominance of it making her nipples instantly hard.
“Stay,” Master growled.
Saya whimpered but stopped fighting. She’d never kissed anyone other than him. What if she didn’t really know how to kiss?
Winter brushed her lips against Saya’s then withdrew. Saya started to tremble. For a giddy moment she thought it was done. Instead, Winter moved closer and kissed her in earnest, using her mouth to coax her into reciprocating.
Oh fuck... I’m kissing a girl. A hot girl!
Before her thoughts could get further, Winter had slipped her tongue into her mouth. So much softer than kissing Master, and so different. Master always reminded her of her place, even when they were just sharing a kiss, but with Winter it was pure sensuality.
And a tongue ring.
She’d forgotten about that. Her own tongue bumped across it a few times and she started to wonder if Winter used her tongue the same way in other places. Heat flared between her legs. Winter’s fingers slipped upward and traced horizontal lines on her belly, just under her t-shirt. Saya gasped into her mouth, simultaneously wishing they could kiss like this for ages, but also aching for Winter’s wandering fingers to slip upward.
Winter stopped and gasped for breath. “Fuck!”
Ramsay’s hand untangled from her hair.
No! Was it over already? She didn’t want it to be over yet.
Immediately, Saya slipped into sulky sub mode. She pouted a little and gave Winter her best innocent look.
“What?” Winter’s brows drew together.
Great, did she expect her to beg for it?
“I think she liked that and she wants more.” Helpful Dom to the rescue. She’d have to bake him cookies tomorrow.
Winter’s mouth twitched upward in a crazy half grin and she leaned in and kissed her again. A smooth hand – not Master’s – spanned the side of Saya’s neck, the thumb resting on her jaw. There was a subtle, hot dominance in the placement of Winter’s hand on such a vulnerable part of her body. Her other hand found Saya’s bare knee at the edge of her skirt, and toyed there, drawing small circles. Winter’s mouth moved to her neck and she bit down, sucking and nipping slowly lower to where her nipples were poking at the front of her t-shirt.
She watched, aghast, as she thrust her chest toward Winter’s mouth. It hovered over her nipple and she felt her breathe warm air through the thin fabric. Then she did the same to the other one.
Saya cried out, half with desire and half embarrassment.
Had she acted like such a slut the first time she’d made out with Master? She hoped not. Right then she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Winter straightened, looked at her face then smirked. Saya snapped her mouth shut, feeling like a dork.
“Did your Master let you wear panties today, little slave girl?” Winter’s tone was gentle mockery, and her fingers slipped up past the hem of her skirt, as though she was going to check for herself.
“No!” she gasped. “But don’t check. Please!”
Fuck, why did she stop her? Her body wanted this so bad.Idiot.
Winter stroked her knee. “I won’t rush you.”
Rush her? Did that mean Winter wanted to play with her again? Or was she expecting to get a lot further tonight?
The hand went from her knee and slid up under her shirt again. By the time Winter reached her bra, Saya was considering safewording it taking so long. Was there a safeword for hurry up instead of slow down? Maybe if she yelled “green!”
Instead, she arched her back, thrusting her breast into Winter’s palm. She chuckled at Saya’s impatience then bent down again and closed gentle teeth on Saya’s nipple, through her t-shirt. A desperate moan escaped her lips. So much heat! She felt like she had a fever, she was so horny.