Page 55 of Just For Her

The sting of an acrylic rod, already as red as brazen lust, had never been so sweet to a woman like Kayla.

“If I’m Ms. Fredriksson,” Tove said with that same red-hot lust in her throat, “then that makes you Miss Smith. What do we do about that?”

Although the sting still had yet to fade, Kayla couldn’t contain herself. “Depends on who Miss Smith really is. Do you have an idea?”Tell me who to be, and I’ll give you that and more.

“Miss Smith is a naughty woman who says whatever she thinks I want to hear. Tonight, we knock that out of her, so I can finally trust her feelings for me.”

Kayla smacked her ass, fingers digging into her flesh. “Come and get me, then.”

She was right to trust Tove, who revealed a hidden part of herself that lovely night. While Kayla refused to give up any other white lies she had told over the past several weeks, Tove did an admirable job getting them out of her.Tell her what she wants to hear. That’s right.Kayla thanked her for the punishment that was as sweet as it was sour. Tove never tapped her too hard or in the same place twice. Kayla’s flesh wouldn’t be as unblemished as it had been before, but wasn’t that part of the appeal? For Tove to leave a piece of her pride behind on that soft yet tough canvas?Paint me with your feelings.Every time Tove showed this side of herself to Kayla, she had her deeper in the web – deep enough that even Kayla fell into the same trap.

I could get used to this, too.

The muddy waters between her sexual history and what she did now held no meaning. Tove was her future. It didn’t matter if Kayla never considered seducing a woman until that February. Nor did the universe care if she had other visions for herself since her childhood. Kayla was willing to toss out the idea of white picket fences with 2.5 kids and a husband that may or may not be around her age. Granted, she still didn’t know what Tove wanted in that realm, but Kayla had always prepared to become someone else, someone different, if that was what secured her future.

I’ll be your virginal bloom. I’ll be your wild slut.

What was she right now? A liar? A trickster? A seductress?

It didn’t matter, because whatever she was, Kayla lived to find out.

When Tove got so lost in the moment that she almost went too far, she pulled back and dropped the rod next to Kayla’s face. The bright, intense hue instantly snapped Kayla out of her haze. She loved that shade of red. So happened it looked great on her, huh?

“I’ll be feeling that tomorrow.” She rolled onto her back, dragging the stick across her breasts and reminding her girlfriend of the bra she had bought her trophy. “How about you?”

Tove had no words. She pried open Kayla’s legs and fell between them.

The journey they embarked upon was a mutual affair, although at times it may have looked woefully unequal.I don’t think it is.Kayla gave as much as she took, even if she was marked in red or handcuffed to the headboard that rattled against the wall when Tove finally took what she wanted.As it so happens…Kayla was no stranger to the hard and “volatile” way her older girlfriend made love. Sometimes that was with nothing but what God gave her and other times, like tonight, it included the kind of toys that Tove made short work of.Like the night I first gave myself to her.That was how Kayla remembered it, and she’d rather not recall the truth.

That this whole relationship was a lie. That every kiss, every night of lovemaking, and sweet word exchanged had an ulterior motive that might break Tove’s heart to learn.

Maybe Kayla didn’t think about it anymore because she had lied to herself for so long.

Wasn’t that why she never said no to Tove? Wasn’t that why she always screamed so loudly that it felt like her lungs were breaking free from her chest? It wasn’t only for Tove’s endless ego. It was a testament to Kayla’s insatiable appetite, too.

I want her. I need her.Kayla reached heights in her heart and mind that only her body ever thought possible.I have to make her mine.

Sex was a tool, but it was also a daring piece of self-expression. When Kayla looked into Tove’s vibrant eyes, she didn’t see yet another mark who may or may not get tired of her in a year. Nor did she see someone who only wanted to use her until the attraction faded. Instead, she saw her own face, reflected in eyes that only saw her.

For the first time in her life, she was with someone who made her feelwanted.Not desired. Not coveted.

Wanted.

Kayla never lied when she said Tove could have whatever she wanted. That was especially true when Kayla was knocked from her carnal high horse and basked in the glory that was another woman’s naked body. If Tove wanted to get off by straddling her girlfriend’s face, so what? If Kayla was powerless to move her hands and had to make do with the world given to her at that moment, who cared? Sex had transcended form. It was lovemaking. It was unlike anything Kayla ever experienced before.

The more confined she was to the bed and Tove’s body, the freer she was.

Sleep attempted to drag Tove down to its level, but she fought it off long enough to start the shower and bring Kayla in with her. While steam filled the last room to be renovated in the vacation home, Tove lathered her hands up in the soap she brought from home and covered Kayla’s naked body in tender loving care.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she muttered directly into her girlfriend’s ear while pressing her against the shower wall. The water nearly drowned Tove, but she had enough air to breathe in Kayla’s scent. “I couldn’t stop. I’ve never been with someone as irresistible as you.”

Kayla giggled, her motions and movements lost to the ether from the moment Tove unveiled her latest toy.All the more reason to settle her in for the night.Tove wanted them to wake up the next morning more in love than the day before. That meant guiding her girlfriend through any lows that may haunt the corners of her mind. Just because Kayla was under no delusions about what that night was about didn’t mean she could handle the repercussions on her own!

Besides, the shower was a perfect excuse to keep touching each other. Kisses were as wet as the water. Sighing into each other’s embrace was almost as lovely as Kayla’s hair wetted down with shower water, although Tove had the foresight to clasp hers against her scalp as tightly as it could get. When they stepped out a few minutes later, Kayla asked to be toweled down while Tove was dry in as few as thirty seconds.

“I need a drink from the kitchen,” Tove said once they were in their pajamas. “Wanna come down with me?”

“Sure.” Kayla took her by the hand and followed her into the hallway, where the staircase was illuminated by a nightlight Tove flicked on when they first arrived the day before.Yet another thing I have to make sure is shut off before we leave.Every light, including the nightlights, couldn’t waste a single AAA battery while nobody was there. Or else Aunt Kiersten would ban the offender for over a year.I’ve seen it happen before.

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