Page 56 of Back Up Plan

Ari let her feet glide across the wood floors to the beat. She gave a twirl as she entered her bedroom. She wasn’t so sure why she was so excited for tonight. The thought of socializing with someone who had hurt Cass so much felt impossible. How could she quiet her rage?

She shook the thought, all she had to do was show up and be there for Cass. In fact, Cass had clarified earlier in the week that she didn’t expect Ari to be overly friendly with Elle, but instead to just put on a nice face and be affectionate with her.

Ari had no problem being affectionate with Cass. Every night that they spent together had become more and more tantalizing, even the time outside of the dungeon. She was still learning how to balance her growing dominant side with the tender side that Cass seemed to adore in the real world.

She stood in her bedroom, looking toward the closet. Still debating what she wanted to wear, Ari wandered over to the large, white sliding doors.

She parted them and looked at the mass of closet in front of her. Normally neatly placed and color-coded, her closet was a jumble of clothes she had dug out from the back.

As she parsed through each piece, she considered her options. She wanted to look sexy, but not overtly. Something… domme-casual.

Cass was sure to wear something similar.

Ari reached in and grabbed a white shirt with the Polaroid logo from the middle of the stack. She had brought it home from a thrift store date with Cass just about a week ago. It was something she would’ve worn in college: slightly see-through, vintage, and hugged her biceps in a way that made her look far stronger than she actually was.

She dug in her drawers for a bra that would peak through enough to make the worn-out look seem intentional. She selected a bright, royal blue number from the top. As she clipped it on and placed her breasts in them, hoping for ample push-ups, she looked in the mirror. The fishnet lace of the top would surely pop through the fabric of her shirt, and the strap going over her upper breast would draw even more curiosity.

As much as she was putting on a show to make Elle jealous, she also loved being under Cassie’s gaze.

Her gorgeous blue eyes made Ari feel so seen, it almost made her want to shrink into herself with nerves. But, Cass would never let her do that.

A text pinged into her phone:

Cass: New Image

Ari tilted her head and opened the message to reveal a picture of Cass in a beige, body contour dress with a scoop neck and massive black heels.

Wow.

Before Ari could even fathom a response, a new text appeared from Cass:

I want you to touch yourself to me before the party. And I want proof.

Ari smirked,dirty girl.

She took off her work pants and put on the matching underwear for the royal blue bra. If she wants proof, Ari will give it to her later.

Ari lay down in her bed, the image of Cass still open. She was a beautiful woman, the picture itself would’ve been safe for Instagram if it wasn’t for the absolute “Fuck me” eyes Cass was serving.

She pulled out her rabbit toy from her drawer, which she had rarely used before she and Cass began fucking. She used to have a very “Get the job done” philosophy about touching herself. But, Cass made her want to take her time.

She laid on her back, spreading her legs and gently rubbing her clit with the rabbit, letting the silicone tease her.

Ari closed her eyes, the image of Cass’s hips, waist, and breasts burned into the back of her eyelids. But, Cass’s intention forced her eyes open. She looked down at the picture, looking at Cass’s neck and her immaculate collarbone.

She allowed the toy to slip closer to her entrance, feeling herself getting more slick by the second. But, she wasn’t ready to have the long, two, pronged toy enter her just yet. She clicked the vibration button and let the motion massage her clit.

“Oh…” she gasped as she grinded her hips along it.

Back to the picture, Ari’s eyes focused on her cleavage. Cass’s round breasts sitting comfortably inside her dress, Ari just now noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her eyes peeked at Cass’s nipples, the long barbells more noticeable than she anticipated.

She started to feel her dampness spread to her legs as they squeezed together, the thought of the cold metal in her mouth sending a wave of pleasure through her body, straight to her clit.

As Ari teased her entrance, she looked back at the picture. A banner appearing at the top of the screen:

Cass: Don’t forget to say my name when you make yourself orgasm. I want to hear it.

Ari whimpered, her demands to be included turning her on even more.

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