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  “Turn around,” Nat said, twirling her hand lazily in the air. “Let me see that sweet ass.”

  Relieved that she would no longer have to watch Nat’s face during this evaluation, Emily did as asked. She hung her head, very aware of the heat of Nat’s gaze burning into her back.

  “Bend over, Emily.”

  Emily hesitated.

  A slapping sound came from behind her, loud enough to make her jerk in surprise. Nat didn’t make contact with her skin, but the noise alone did the trick. “Do I need to force you to obey?”

  “No, mistress.” Not eager to test Nat’s patience, Emily carefully bent at the waist, aware of how the position left her so very exposed. “Like this, mistress?”

  “Very good.” Nat’s voice deepened. “Now lower those slutty panties to the ground. Put on a show for me.”

  Closing her eyes, Emily grasped the waist of her panties and dragged them deliberately down the length of her thighs. The cool air hit her abundant wetness, sending a shiver up her spine. She couldn’t imagine how she must look: obviously excited, inner thighs and pussy slick with proof that she enjoyed being dominated, belying any protestations she might make.

  “Look at that swollen, pink cunt. Dripping wet. Ready to be fucked.” Nat’s arousal permeated her husky words. “You tell me no again, I won’t let you come for a very long time. And that wet pussy needs to come, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, mistress,” she whispered.

  “Stand up and face me.”

  Emily straightened. Her heart thundered as she turned around, and she didn’t dare meet Nat’s eyes. She watched as Nat used her foot to gather her clothing in a loose pile in front of her before beckoning Emily forward.

  “Down on your knees, right here,” Nat said.

  Understanding that Nat intended for the clothing to ease the pain of kneeling on the wooden floor, Emily sank down onto it gratefully. “Yes, mistress.”

  “What do you want?”

  This time she knew the answer. “To please you.” And it was the truth. “Mistress.”

  Nat gave her a grin that made her grateful she wasn’t standing. It would’ve taken out her knees. Dragging a fingertip along Emily’s jaw, Nat murmured, “Excellent. Unbutton my jeans.”

  Emily reached for the button, cursing her shaking hands. It took a fair amount of fumbling before she managed to work it open. When she lifted her face, ready to receive her next instruction, Nat pushed a single finger inside her mouth.

  “Suck,” Nat said.

  At first she was confused, but then Nat wiggled her finger and she realized what she was being asked to do. Self-conscious, she sucked on Nat, who tasted faintly of hand sanitizer. Emily raised her eyes, seeking approval.

  “Show me what you can do with that mouth.” Nat withdrew her finger slowly, then slipped back inside with a lewd smirk. “Besides getting smart with me, that is.”

  Emily had long since abandoned any pretense of resistance. Nat’s dominant energy rendered her wholly subservient and eager to obey. She sucked harder, swirling her tongue in circles over the pad of Nat’s finger.

  A low groan rumbled deep in Nat’s throat. “Unzip me.”

  Emily continued to lave Nat with her tongue as she lowered the zipper on her jeans. She gasped when Nat’s finger left her mouth, then watched breathlessly as Nat pushed her jeans down her legs, taking her black boxer briefs with them. Rapt, she stared at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair only inches from her face. She inhaled deeply, salivating at the thought of tasting her mistress.

  “Oh, you want this, don’t you?” Nat ran a hand over her pussy, spreading her labia and exposing slick, pink flesh. “Do you want to kiss me here?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  Nat slid her fingers through her wetness, then smeared them across Emily’s lips. Shocked, Emily flinched away, but Nat stopped her with a hand tangled in her hair. Nat gathered more of her juices with her free hand, this time pressing her shiny fingers directly into Emily’s mouth. It was the first time in four years that she’d enjoyed a woman’s flavor. She couldn’t remember either of her former lovers being so sweet.

  “You like how I taste?” Nat tightened her grip on her hair.

  Nodding, Emily mumbled around Nat’s fingers, “I love it, mistress.”

  Nat withdrew her fingers, then roughly shoved Emily’s face between her legs. “Then eat me like you need it to survive.”

  Emily opened her mouth on instinct, moaning at the way Nat’s flavor went straight to her head. Dizzy with her scent, she drank Nat in, pushing her nose and lips into her folds and lapping at her opening.

  “There you go.” Nat stroked her cheek tenderly, full of affection. “That’s my nasty little slut.”

  Emily closed her eyes, ashamed by how much she enjoyed the lewd praise. The hand on her face stilled before slapping her lightly. The contact wasn’t painful, but she instantly snapped to attention.

  “Look at me.” Nat’s words were clipped, her voice steady. Except for the slight trembling of her thighs, she was in total control. “I want you here. Present.”

  Solid pressure from Nat’s hand on her head kept her in place, forcing Emily to struggle to look up into Nat’s eyes as she continued to lick her. What she saw there turned her on in a way that shook her very foundation. She had wondered whether she would actually enjoy her dirty little fantasy come to life, but now she knew.

  She fucking loved it.

  “Funny, you don’t act very unwilling.” Nat chuckled. “Not anymore.”

  Emily pulled away long enough to say, “No, mistress,” then got back to work. Nat set her feet apart and tilted her hips slightly, giving Emily better access. Angling her head, Emily circled her tongue around Nat’s opening, thrilled by the way Nat groaned and shook in response.

  “Glad to hear that.” Nat took a breath, then exhaled. “Because I have big plans for you tonight. I’m going to fuck you, Emily. Spank you. Use and abuse that beautiful body of yours. And I’d love to think that you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will.” She tugged on Emily’s hair, until she met her gaze again. “I don’t need to think that, mind you. But I’d love to.”

  Emily nodded, hoping her response was acceptable. She didn’t want to stop what she was doing—not when she sensed Nat teetering on the edge of climax. Like magic, all her usual stresses and worries vanished from her mind, replaced by a single-minded focus on pleasing the woman who towered over her.

  “Fuck,” Nat groaned, fisting her hand in Emily’s hair so she could guide her mouth to her clit. “Suck me. Make me come.”

  Complying with a happy murmur, Emily planted her lips around Nat’s hot, swollen clit and sucked gently. Nat shot out her hand and braced herself on the wall, drawing a smile from Emily even as she continued her ministrations. Despite her uncertainty, Nat’s reactions made it clear that she was doing a good job.

  Nat released her hair and gave her another gentle slap on the cheek. The contact wasn’t intended to induce pain, but to degrade—exactly as she had requested. With only a slight waver in her voice, Nat said, “Harder, slut. Suck it harder.”

  Emily increased her suction, drawing Nat deep into her mouth. Almost instantly Nat stiffened, then her body quaked in release. She didn’t vocalize her pleasure, but it was obvious from the flood of wetness that soaked her lips and tongue that the orgasm had been strong. Wary of stopping before she was told, Emily kept licking until Nat yanked her away with both hands in her hair.

  “Enough.”

  Sitting back on her heels, Emily remained silent and waited for further instruction. Her own juices were pouring from her throbbing pussy, but she wasn’t likely to find relief soon. A big part of her fantasy had been the idea of having her orgasm denied until she could hardly stand it. Now she wished she’d thought that one through.

  Nat exhaled and took a step back. “That took the edge off.”

  Emily wished she could say the same. Taking a chance, she murmured, “Thank you, mistress.”

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nbsp; “For what?”

  “For allowing me to pleasure you.”

  Nat’s eyes sparkled with what looked like approval. She grasped Emily’s upper arm and hauled her to her feet. “You’re welcome, slut.” Taking her hand, Nat led them deeper into the penthouse. “Come on. Now we can begin.”

  Chapter Two

  Nat ushered her into an immaculate bathroom and closed the door behind them—most likely to prevent Emily’s escape, since they were alone in the penthouse and clearly long past the issue of privacy. Still naked, heart racing, Emily stood by the sink and watched dazedly as Nat sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the faucet. Lean, well-muscled arms flexed as Nat tested the water with her hand. The easy confidence in her movements made Emily’s throat go dry. She tore her gaze away when Nat plugged the drain, nervous about what would happen when the focus returned to her.

  Nat didn’t seem to be in any hurry. She uncapped a bottle of bubble bath and squirted a generous dollop into the steaming water. “Come tell me if this is too hot.”

  Strangely touched by the offer, Emily took a tentative step forward. “Yes, mistress.” She held her hand beneath the flow of water. It was hot, but not hotter than she liked. “That feels wonderful.” She startled when Nat’s hand caressed the curve of her bare ass.

  “So do you.”

  Emily straightened, at a loss for words. A sharp slap on her bottom tore a gasp from her throat and prompted a hasty response. “Thank you, mistress.”

  “You’re very welcome.” Nat slid her hand lower, stroking gently. She traced patterns with blunt fingernails, teasing ever closer to the juncture of Emily’s thighs. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  Tapping the inside of her thigh, Nat murmured, “Open.”

  Emily set her feet apart, obeying the command as though she had been trained to do so. Nat made a quiet, approving noise, then dragged her fingertips through the abundant wetness between Emily’s legs. Whimpering, Emily closed her eyes. It was overwhelming to be touched so intimately. It had been far too long.

  “Oh,” Nat said softly, “So, so wet. You like being told what to do.”

  She considered the statement. For years she’d gotten herself off on fantasies about being taken by a dominant lover. So far her desires had easily translated into real life. “Yes, I do. Mistress.”

  “That’s good.” Nat pushed her fingers deeper into Emily’s folds, making her gasp. “You looked so put together in your work clothes—like such a good girl. But you’re not, are you? You’re not a good girl. No, sweet, innocent Emily wears sexy black lingerie beneath her business casual attire. Her pussy drips with excitement at the thought of being fucked by a stranger. Worse than that, taken by a stranger.”

  She’d expected the verbal humiliation, the degradation. After all, she’d written it into the script. She’d paid for it. The words made her cheeks burn even as her desire spiked. Conflicted, she avoided meeting Nat’s eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of lightly callused fingers exploring her labia.

  Nat withdrew from between her legs. She brought her hand to her lips, meeting Emily’s eyes as she used her tongue to clean her fingers. “Delicious,” Nat murmured.

  “Thank you, mistress.” Emily’s knees wobbled. She reached back with one hand, desperate for something to hang onto. She found the sink and took an inadvertent step away from Nat, resting on the cool porcelain with a grateful sigh. Waiting for another admonishment, she held her breath and met Nat’s gaze.

  Nat stared at her, blank-faced. Almost cold. “Do you like being fucked?”

  It was difficult to maintain her composure under such blunt questioning—far more difficult than she’d ever imagined. Her face was on fire. Her hands were shaking. “I…” An unwelcome thought flitted into her mind—could she handle what Nat was going to dish out? Her fantasy was hard-edged. Rough. She’d never played this dynamic before in real life, and though the thought sure as hell got her off, she couldn’t deny that she was already shaken, and they still had a long way to go. Fantasy-Emily was always so fearless when she submitted to harsh treatment. Real-Emily couldn’t seem to relax. “I think so.”

  Nat raised her eyebrows. “You think so?”

  “Mistress,” she said quickly, hoping to avoid punishment. Standing, Nat closed the distance between them with a predatory smile on her face. Emily braced herself for whatever she had planned.

  Without breaking eye contact, Nat took off her shirt and tossed it onto the floor. “Do you like being fucked?” she repeated, watching Emily’s reaction.

  Inhaling, Emily whispered, “Yes.” Unable to hold Nat’s intense stare, she lowered her gaze and promptly lost her breath at the sight of Nat’s bare breasts. Surprisingly full and feminine, they stood in stark contrast with the hard masculine lines of the rest of her body. The urge to take one of those pebbled pink nipples into her mouth overrode her fear briefly, throwing her into further uncertainty.

  “Yes?”

  Emily flinched at Nat’s amused tone. “Yes, mistress.” She dragged her attention back to Nat’s face, relieved to see no anger or frustration in what she suddenly realized were very kind brown eyes.

  “So Emily likes getting fucked.” Nat’s smile belied her blunt words. “There’s no reason to be shy about that. Not with me.” She placed her hands on Emily’s chest, sliding them down to cradle her sensitive breasts. Pleasure rippled through Emily’s body as gentle thumbs brushed over her turgid nipples. “Because I’m going to enjoy fucking you. Very much.”

  Emily held her breath. She was fiercely attracted to Nat, more than she’d ever been to a prospective lover. It made true surrender feel almost impossible. She didn’t want to disappoint this sexy butch or embarrass herself by being unable to act out her own secret desires. A familiar fear of failure threatened her composure for what felt like the countless time since their session began.

  “Hey.”

  Nat’s quiet murmur broke through her inward focus. She moved her hands from Emily’s breasts to her shoulders, then gave her a tentative squeeze. An unspoken question lurked in her eyes.

  Emily could use her safe word at any time. One unicorn and everything would stop. But then what? Colleen was at a friend’s parents’ cabin for the weekend. With her younger sister gone, the apartment would feel depressingly empty. And she would still be sexually frustrated.

  She would also be out an embarrassing amount of money.

  More than that, she would regret not seeing this through. Nothing had happened yet that she didn’t honestly enjoy, so walking away would only make her feel stupid later. She had revisited this scenario time and again in her head for a reason—it was what she wanted, what she needed. Guilt-free surrender, the thrill of having a stronger partner take her. She didn’t have to be a psychologist to understand why an evening like this was the perfect vacation from her control-freak ways. Hell, it would be good for her.

  Taking a steadying breath, Emily laced their fingers together and moved Nat’s hands back to her breasts. She managed a tentative smile. “It’s just…been a while.”

  Nat said nothing, just stroked her nipples—first with her palms, then her knuckles. Emily shivered and drifted closer, whimpering when Nat pulled away. Then she inhaled swiftly as Nat took her by the arms and walked her backward until her shoulders pressed against the closed bathroom door. Without speaking, Nat captured her mouth in a deep, soulful kiss that curled Emily’s toes and erased all doubt from her mind—along with her ability to form a rational thought.

  Strong, assertive hands were everywhere, skimming over the curve of her breasts, along her sides, gripping her hips. Nat pinned her against the door, her solid body heavy and warm and electric on Emily’s bare skin. The kiss was passionate, unrestrained, and utterly convincing. It was as though they were no longer escort and client, but simply two women who wanted each other. It was obviously a professionally delivered reassurance, but damn if Nat wasn’t brilliant at it.

  Nat pulled away, panting. She star
ed at Emily’s mouth as though she wanted to go back for more. Instead she blinked and refocused, searching Emily’s eyes. “Okay?”

  Emily responded automatically. “Okay.”

  “Good.” Nat didn’t release her from her spot against the door. She slipped a hand between their stomachs, combing her fingers through Emily’s trimmed curls.

  Emily moved one foot to the side, opening herself to Nat’s gentle exploration. She shuddered at the sensation of roughened fingertips gliding over her labia. Raising an eyebrow, Nat circled her opening sensuously, then pushed up into her. Slow. Deep. Emily moaned.

  Nat brought her mouth to Emily’s ear. “Do you like being finger fucked?”

  Closing her eyes, Emily whispered, “Yes, mistress.” Pleased that Nat had once again known how to reassure her without breaking the scene, she was finally ready to get back into character. And stay there, she hoped.

  “You make me so goddamn hard.” Nat added a second finger, spreading them apart slightly, stretching her open. “I hope you’re ready for my butch cock.”

  Of course she was. Emily had to bite her lip to stop from crying out. “I am, mistress.”

  Chuckling, Nat removed her fingers, leaving her so empty she ached. “Not until you beg me for it.”

  As much as she craved to surrender control, Emily wasn’t going to let go so quickly. Half the fun was in making Nat push her to submit. “Understood,” she ground out. “Mistress.” She nearly collapsed when Nat backed away suddenly, leaving her standing alone on weak legs.

  Nat walked across the small room to turn off the faucet. Fragrant, enticing bubbles rose above the edge of the tub, beckoning Emily closer. “Get in.” Taking the lead, Nat stepped into the steaming water. “I’ll wash you.”

  Emily climbed into the tub, sitting across from Nat with a grateful sigh. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she watched Nat settle opposite her.

  Nat shook her head and beckoned Emily closer. “I can’t reach you over there.”