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“Let’s see how much you really want it.”

Alice released a low moan as Fran traced a finger along the slick length of her and lingered at her entrance.

“Oh yes. I can feel that you’ve got your priorities straight now.”

Fran’s weight shifted from the bed, and she started rummaging around the room. Alice lifted her head. “What are you?—”

“Did I tell you to move?” Fran barked.

Alice buried her face in the pillow, desire pulsing through her as she waited, ready for whatever was coming.

Then…slap.

Pain seared across Alice’s arse cheeks. “What the fuck, Fran?”

“Not okay?” Fran’s confident tone was belied by a hint of reticence.

“You know it is, you just… took me by surprise.” The stinging subsided, only to be replaced by a throbbing ache between Alice’s legs. She wanted this, and everything that was coming to her.

“Good girl,” Fran said with a smile in her voice. “That was for the rude awakening.”

Alice steadied her breathing, waiting for the…

Slap. Tense and release.

“That was for even thinking of going to work before pleasuring me.”

“Fuck, Fran.”

Fran softly rubbed Alice’s buttocks and placed a gentle kiss on each cheek before…slap.

Alice whimpered.

“And that was for mentioning Catherine-fucking-Truscote.”

Alice felt Fran’s weight shift back onto the bed and she moved between her legs again. Alice writhed in anticipation; she’d combust if Fran didn’t touch her soon.

“Arch your hips for me,” Fran commanded. Alice did what she was told, lifting onto her knees and presenting herself to the woman in charge.

“Good. That’s good.” Fran reached between Alice’s legs and slipped a finger into the wetness she found there. Alice’s knees almost buckled at the touch. “Ooh, we like that, don’t we?”

“Fran, please…” was all Alice could utter before Fran thrust into her —she’s wearing the strap. “Fuck,” Alice cried out and stars fizzed behind her eyes. Even though she had a feeling it was coming, the penetration shocked her system.

Fran held still inside her, allowing Alice to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“And this is for being so fucking delicious. You drive me wild, Alice French, but I think you know that.” Fran gripped Alice’s hips and unrelentingly fucked her. It didn’t take long to tip Alice over the edge, the sheets clenched in her fists as she screamed into the pillow with an unholy release.

Fran collapsed, hot and breathless, on top of her. “Now, tell me that wasn’t better than a dull morning with Truscote?”

“Truscote couldn’t be further from my mind.” Alice chuckled. “What is it with you two, anyway?”

Fran groaned and rolled off Alice. “Let’s not go there and spoil the moment.”

Fran’s purple latex protrusion stood to attention in its leather harness. Alice gripped her hand around it and sidled up close, resting her head on Fran’s shoulder whilst she ran her fingers up and down the smooth shaft.

“I’m very pleased you brought your purple pickle along for the weekend. That was... a nice surprise.”

Fran sighed. “You know I don’t like it when you call it a pickle, Alice.”

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