Page 53 of Tell Me Your Desires
Jaime tore her eyes away from Lady A’s bare breasts. She still had the mask on, but it didn’t take much effort to imagine how Anya felt finding money on her nightstand this morning. With that in mind, Jaime shook her head. She couldn’t bring herself to say the word ‘no’ because the need for Lady A’s touch—whether that be from her whip or her soft hands—was building.
“Do you know why your legs are chained apart like that?” Lady A asked as she glided her fingertip over her hardened nipple. Jaime shook her head again, an audible gulp coming from her as Lady A pinched the nipple she had just been caressing. “It’s so you can’t squeeze your thighs together as you seek and beg for relief from the pressure building in your clit.”
Jaime’s legs involuntarily contracted, trying to close. When she found they barely moved, the pressure Lady A spoke of amplified rapidly.
Lady A tilted her head, a smirk resting on her lips. “It’s a crazy thing, desire.” She tapped her temple with a fingertip. “It starts here. When you see something you like, your brain awakens every inch of your body.” She smoothed her hand down, resting it on her stomach. “A fire builds here, the flames jumping as the desire grows.” Lady A’s hand traveled further down her body, resting just above her pussy. “The yearning settles in your clit, and you’re desperate to soothe that fire. Or to fan the flames until you shatter. You want—youneed—to be touched.” Lady A allowed her eyes to journey down Jaime’s body. “Your clit is aching, and your pussy is throbbing, but there’s nothing you can do about it. You are close to begging me to replace the pain inside with physical pain because you know the pleasure that leads to.”
Jaime whimpered when Lady A touched herself. She could practically feel those small circles Lady A was making on her clit. It did nothing to alleviate the pain she was experiencing at the moment. In fact, it made it worse. Jaime’s body jerked, and sherealized Lady A was right. Jaimewason the brink of begging Lady A to allow Jaime some relief.This is what you asked for, idiot.While that was true, Jaime had expected the same result as the last time she was here. Could she still hope for that? Or was Anya getting her revenge?
Lady A slipped a finger inside her pussy, not surprised by how wet she was. Teasing Jaime was turning out to be a wonderful aphrodisiac. It did enter her mind, though, that if Frankwasthe killer and watching her, Lady A had just single-handedly—or finger—fucked up her excuse to keep sex off the table.Cross that bridge when you get to it, A. Focus on Jaime now.
“You’ve been here before. I know for a fact you crave the pain of my whip. You get off on it. If I were to use it now, how much of a punishment would that be?” Lady A dropped her head back, closing her eyes briefly as she added another finger. Her hips bucked, and the memory of having Jaime inside her the night before flooded her mind. “Mmm.” She raised her knees and spread her legs for better access. And to give Jaime a better view of what she was doing to herself.
“Please,” Jaime ground out, the chains rattling as she tried in vain to get free.
Lady A locked eyes with Jaime. She reached into the table next to her and brought out a clit-sucking toy. It wouldn’t be half as good as Jaime was, but it could get the job doneandmake Jaime squirm as a bonus.
“That pressure is unbearable, isn’t it?” The buzz of the toy joined the chorus of the chains. “You’d give almost anything to feel this vibration on your clit. To cum. But this is what you paid for.Thisis what you asked for. Punishment. You don’t get to leave here tonight feeling satisfied.”Me,on the other hand.Lady A pressed the toy toherthrobbing clit, sucking in a breath as it sucked her in. This particular toy always had her comingin record time. No matter how much she wanted to prolong it, watching Jaime’s naked, bound body writhing along with the suction on her clit had Lady A speeding towards an intense climax. She dug her heels into the fabric beneath her, arching her back and lifting her hips as the orgasm shot through her.
“Fuck, yes! So fucking good!” Lady A panted, still riding on the wave. Somehow, she managed not to scream Jaime’s name out loud, but it was definitely running through her brain. And her stomach. And her clit.
Jaime squeezed her eyes shut. Lady A was right again. The pain was fucking unbearable. It was almost cruel what she was doing to her. But after what she’d done to Anya, perhaps this wasexactlywhat Jaime deserved.
“No more. Please. No more.”
Jaime gripped the wheel,her nostrils flaring as she trailed Anya. If the throbbing between her legs didn’t subside soon, she was going to lose her mind. She shifted slightly, groaning when the pressure almost became too much. Anya had left her high and not-so-dry, but she would have her moment. Jaime had to. There wasn’t a single possibility she could function like a normal human beingwithoutrelief. Relief that could only come from Anya.
She took a left, her heart rate spiking when Anya’s place came into view in the distance. Yes, Anya was going to hit the roof once they were face-to-face, but Jaimehadto go to the club tonight. Shehadto put their plan in motion. A plan absolutely nobody other than Jaime was on board with.
Oh, God. Please don’t hate me.
The realization that Jaime may have gone too far was beginning to sink in. The last thing she needed was Anya to really blow on her, given the fact that she still wasn’t on the best of terms with the very woman who had the power to sexually destroy her within a split second.She’s already destroyed you. And what a time to be alive it was.
Anya pulled into her garage, cutting the engine and exiting her car before Jaime had even pulled into the driveway. The fury was clear as Anya slammed her car door shut, her hands on her hips as she stared at Jaime through the windshield. Jaime swallowed, not daring to smile at her. Surely, that would just tip all of this over.
Instead, she calmed herself, cut the engine, and stepped out of her car. “Hi.”
To Jaime’s utter horror, Anya closed the garage door in her face. Was that the equivalent of slamming the door and being told to fuck off? Jaime couldn’t just leave, though. Not when she was feeling this way, and certainly not when Anya was pissed at her. She’d already made that mistake once before. So, she made her way to the front door and rang the doorbell with a trembling hand.
After a few moments of consideration, Anya wrenched open the door. “What the fuck were you doing at the club? Are you fucking insane, Jaime?!”
And there it is…“No, but?—”
Anya held up a hand and scoffed. “I’m not doing this with you. You could have gotten yourself killed tonight! I don’t need that guilt on my conscience again!”Of all the idiotic, stubborn, bullshit things to do!After their session, Anya had time to think about why Jaime had shown up at the club. None of the excuses she came up with made a lick of sense!
She turned her back, dismissing Jaime, and moved to close the door with determination in every motion. Anya was angrilymuttering something under her breath, something Jaime wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. Still, she took a chance and blocked the door with her foot, wincing under the weight of it.
“Back off, Jaime,” Anya said, wondering why the hell she’d even opened the door.Because you care more than you want to admit.“Why did you even follow me home? What could we possibly have to talk about?”
Oh, no. No, no, no. Jaime couldn’t leave here until Anya had sorted some things out. Things that she had started back in her chamber. “Anya, wait!”
Anya narrowed her eyes at Jaime’s foot as though just giving it the evil eye would make it move. “Jaime?—”
“No. Just wait.” The distance between them grew smaller. Jaime’s hands itched to reach out and touch Anya in all of the right places, her knees weak as their eyes met. “I needed to see you.Talkto you.” Jaime swallowed, aware that she was pushing her luck tonight. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. And t-the way we left things before…” Jaime stepped closer again, wrapping a hand around the back of Anya’s neck. “Please, help me.”
Anya’s brows drew together. “Help you?”
“Ineedyou. Please don’t ask me to leave.” Jaime inched closer, dragging her bottom lip across Anya’s. God, she tasted just as good as she had the last time they were together. Jaime guided Anya inside, kicking the door shut as she forced her jacket off. It fell to the floor as they stumbled their way towards the couch, Jaime’s mind cast back to the chamber and that desperate need to be touched as she was forced to watch Lady A fucking herself. She dragged her mouth away, panting. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
