Page 73 of Games We Play
Leah truly achieved what she wanted when Sloan talked her through it. She had never wanted the silent treatment. Those pitiful moans weren’t enough, either. Leah wanted to awaken the woman inside of Sloan. The one who whispered in her ear to get what she wanted and do with it as she pleased.Do that to me. Do whatever you want to me. Use me, for all I care. Take out whatever you have. I’m yours.
This kind of sex was a drug Leah quickly became addicted to. How could she not, when her brain was already wired to desire it?She called me a doll on the way here. What if I tell her she can treat me like one?Not a fragile doll in need of special care, but a doll meant to be played with. It didn’t sound like a bad life. It was better than sitting alone on the shelf. Leah could handle getting a little scruffy if it meant she had been well-loved during her life.
“I can’t get over how beautiful you are.” Every time that curly hair got in the way, Sloan pushed it back before Leah could think to do it first. “Only you could take such a ridiculous dress and make it fit for a grown woman.”
Leah thanked her. Sloan may have told her to stop apologizing for everything, but that didn’t stop her from being grateful, too.
“Whatin the world am I going to do with someone like you, kitten? I must be the most spoiled bitch in the universe tonight. Who else is getting this kind of treatment from a one-of-a-kind lady?” She threaded her fingers through Leah’s curly hair, pulling on it hard enough to make her lover moan in anticipation.Hair pulling is the only thing I’ve never had to ask for.Plenty of previous lovers had instinctively taken a fist of her curly hair and gotten more than rough. Almost all of them stopped to apologize once they realized what they had done without thinking. Leah, meanwhile, often wished they would do it again. As Sloan had discovered over the past few weeks, her lover liked a little pain in the bedroom.
She liked pleasure, too. Which was why she lived for that single finger easing in and out of her while she shoved her face into Sloan’s lap.
“Don’t hurt yourself, please. You’re too precious to take to the emergency room because you became too ambitious.” Sloan clicked her tongue. “Maybe I should do something about it before you get ahead of yourself.”
It was too late for that, wasn’t it? Leah couldn’t take it any farther if she tried, because Sloan wasn’t exactly packing the king of the year in her pants!Function above fun. Tut, tut, Ms. Sloan. Maybe next time you’ll impress me.The woman liked cheeky lovers? Leah couldn’t be prouder of herself.
“I daresay that if I were a man, I’d have come by now.” Sloan laughed at her own joke. “Since I’m not, I’ll have to figure out other ways to escalate this lovely little situation we’ve found ourselves in.”
About damn time!
“Do you want me to spoilyounow?” Nails pricked Leah behind the ear. “That’s what all this is about, right? Getting a nice reward out of me. Go on. Keep bobbing your head if I’m right.”
What could Leah do? Stop? She was only getting started!
“That’s it!” Leah may not be wont to halt herself, but Sloan wasn’t above making her. All it took was a good yank of the hair and a body kicking upright to get Leah out of Sloan’s lap and landing on the floor. One of the barrettes fell out of her hair. The diamond bracelet tickled Leah’s wrist, but her attention was focused on the devilish beauty looming over her. “I’ve been looking at you in this dress for the past three hours. Do you know how often I imagined ripping it off your body and tasting you?”
“No,” Leah whispered. “Tell me.”
That cocky grin was the exact kind of move to make Leah’s knees buckle against the floor. “Every minute.” Sloan grabbed her girlfriend’s chin and tipped her head back. Curly hair brushed against the coffee table. “Not a minute has gone by where I haven’t wanted to make you mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
Sloan released her. “You say that, but I’m not sure you understand what it means to be mine. It means being the most spoiled brat to strut her ass down the street. People will hate you because of who you are, because you’re with me. They’ll want to destroy you to get to me. They’ll want to fuck you like I do, because any woman who’s good enough for me must be good enough for them, too.”
She played right into Leah’s hand.Maybe I’m the real puppet master here.It wouldn’t be the first time Leah had that theory, nor would it be her last.
“Only you could fuck me like you do.”
Sloan wrapped both hands around her lover’s face. “Let’s prove it.”
If there was one thing someone could call Leah andnotoffend her, it waseasy.Easy to please. Easy to get into bed. Easy to manipulate behind closed doors, because she found it easy to give her heart away when the right person came along.
Being easy could get her in trouble, as it had before, but being easy was also the most exhilarating way to live her damned life.
So when Sloan wanted Leah on the sofa, legs spread wide and arms extended above her head, it wasn’t a matter of when it would happen, but how fast Leah could comply.She will make it worth my while.Leah decided to not hold back a single moan of pleasure or flutter of desire in her chest. Any sound, any movement that naturally came to her, she would indulge. Sloan needed to see this side of her. Leah needed to express the suppressed parts of her body and soul.
“Oh,God!” There was no holding back on Sloan’s end, either. When she slammed her tongue against Leah’s folds, already wet from that night’s extended foreplay, she released the other woman in the room. A woman who had begged to be freed long before these two ever met.
Those next few minutes set the tone for the rest of the night. Gone were the hesitations and inhibitions they exhibited throughout dinner and the car ride back to the apartment. Leah didn’t need inhibitions, and Sloan was not the kind of woman to cave into hesitations for too long. They needed each other. Leah allowed her girlfriend to be the aggressive lover she loved to express, and Sloan brought out the inner lion from within Leah’s body. A lion that roared every time that tongue licked the length of her slit and plunged deep into her heated depths.
Hands crawled up Leah’s torso and searched for her zipper. It was either that or tear the fabric from her body. As hot as that sounded in the moment, Leah knew they would regret it later.I want to keep this dress forever, as a token of tonight.Sloan would want to keep a token as well. She already had a pair of Leah’s underwear somewhere. Would she like another? Maybe the bra hugging her breasts and pushing them up the bust of her tight dress?
Sloan was too engrossed in her lover’s pussy to finish the job with the dress. Yet when it was unzipped enough, Leah wiggled out of the sleeves and intended to shove it down her torso. Too bad her first orgasm of the night came out of nowhere and clocked her upside the head.
She had never screamed so loudly before. Not in the open like this. Not without something to muffle her abashed cries. What did she have to feel ashamed of now, though? What was wrong with feeling so good that she screamed in this soundproofed apartment and allowed her body to undulate with every torrent of pleasure killing her from within?
No one had ever known her body this well before. Sloan wasn’t only a woman familiar with the female form and how it worked. She had taken the time to commit Leah’s body to memory. She remembered what Leah liked. What made her squirm the most, and how to push her to the edge of climax and then shove her over. She was also one of the only people to ever make Leah buck her hips and get her lover’s face so wet she had to be intoxicated.
Drunk on pussy.That’s what Sloan called it sometimes. She must be drunk now. It was the only way to explain that face coming for Leah’s, while two strong fingers shot inside of her.
