Page 41 of The Holiday
She wasn’t sure what she was fantasizing about, exactly. Everything was a giant blur of sex, flirtation, more sex, and the sounds of other people making love in the most hedonistic ways possible. There were many entering her mind and leaving again.They all wanted her. She wanted all of them. No matter what she did, what she said, or where she went in her mind, these other people tracked her down and fucked her.
Etta helped her with that in the real world. As soon as she and Jamie’s hips found a rhythm, Etta slipped in another finger and fucked her harder.
“That’s it, my pretty flower,” Etta growled into her ear. Jamie opened her eyes enough to see her girlfriend draw a strap-on from beneath the bed, the dark silicone smooth and shining in the dim light.Oh, my God. Jamie’s core clenched as she imagined Etta going at her until they were both done.Please. Pleeeaaaase!
“Come for me, Jamie.”
With permission granted, Jamie threw herself back into her fantasies, where she was the most desired woman in the world wherever she went. People couldn’t keep their hands off her. Women were furious that they couldn’t be her – or do her, too. Jamie only had to walk three feet in the halls of Jem’s mansion and find herself pinned against the wall, someone having their way with her until she came.
It was the stuff of horror in real life. In fantasy land, where Etta finger fucked her, Jamie was in absolute heaven.
“Oh…” Etta was deep within her, both fingers filling her just right as they hunted down her not-so-elusive G-spot. Jamie slammed her hips down, letting the nipple clamps bite her breasts and the spreader keep her legs apart for Etta’s touch. This was almost hotter than Etta having her way with her in the office downstairs. Almost. “Oh!”
She came, crying out in surprise as her inner walls squeezed Etta’s fingers. That hand wasn’t enough to containhowturned on Jamie was that night.
It got on her hands. On Jamie’s thighs. All over the bed beneath her, and certainly on the spreader bar keeping her legsapart. Etta stilled her fingers, coaxing the last of Jamie’s wetness out before pulling free and whistling at how hot she was.
“Damn. Thinking about other people gets you going. You don’t do that often.”
Jamie opened her eyes. Etta’s strap-on pointed at her, unused.What I would give to play with that thing right now.God knew Etta deserved it after what she made Jamie’s body do.
“I wasn’t thinking about one person…”
“Oh?” There was a bite to Etta’s tone.
“Heaven’s no, ma’am. I thought about everyone I knew taking turns with me.”
Etta stepped back, the smile fading from her face. “That so?” She unclasped the spreader bar from Jamie’s legs, tossing it onto the floor. Jamie’s legs pushed together, reveling in how good it felt to not be forced apart any longer. “My delicate flower wants to be the town pony. How does one reconcile that? In the bedroom, no less?”
“I have lofty goals, ma’am.”
“Uh-huh.” Etta wasn’t playful any longer. She dropped Jamie from her binds and watched her fall to the bed, the comforter absorbing her fall – although it couldn’t stop the clamps from pinching her nipples even harder. “You might have taken it too far, Jamie. I’ll have to show the world who owns your ass.”
Good. Jamie didn’t need reminding, but she also didn’t mind her Domme putting on a show mostly for her sake.
Etta finished undressing, letting her trousers hit the floor, her shirt following, and her underwear almost landing on Jamie’s face. Seeing Etta completely free made Jamie antsier for her rough way of loving.
Except Etta didn’t take her right there. Instead, she tossed herself onto the bed, making Jamie jump a whole inch, her weightlessness confounded by her bound wrists.
“Get over here,” Etta growled. “Put your pussy on my face.”
That didn’t sound like the kind of thing a Domme looking to teach her a lesson would say. Jamie wasn’t going to disobey, though. She pulled herself over to her Domme, her Mistress, her lover. She straddled her sore thighs over Etta’s face and lowered herself, gasping when hands clasped on her hips and brought her nub down onto eager lips.
She cried out when Etta slapped her ass as her tongue wrapped around her exposed clit.All right, I see where this is going…Jamie spread her bound hands on Etta’s abdomen, feeling the soft skin, the ticklish hair trailing down toward her loins. Etta wasn’t the hairiest woman around, but she was enough to incite Jamie’s imagination. She loved letting her fingers wander through Etta’s dark hair in search of her pussy. Ready, waiting, calling to Jamie’s mouth. The strap-on was even still left to the side, giving her full clearance.
Pretty obvious what Etta wanted, wasn’t it?
“Fuck…” Her hips grinded against Etta’s mouth, rubbing her clit and opening all over her tongue. Etta’s hands squeezed her, pulling her closer. Jamie was afraid her girlfriend would suffocate.Whatever, she’s a big girl who knows her limits.
The crystal strings of the nipple clamps draped across Etta’s stomach as Jamie slowly leaned forward and ran her tongue along the hidden mound beneath her face. The heady scent of lust–for her, no less– hit her before she sensed anything else. Even though Etta shuddered beneath Jamie’s spread legs, she persisted, almost unaware, willing herself to take more of Etta’s pleasure into her control. It wasn’t her first time doing the sixty-nine tango, but every time Jamie had to reorient herself to taking it at a new angle. When they started dating almost a year ago, one of Etta’s favorite things to ask for was Jamie’s oral services.And boy, did I fine-tune those.
Yet it was difficult doing it this way. Or should she say… a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with bound wrists,but there was the matter of her pussy being invaded time and again by Etta’s experienced tongue. Etta filled her as easily as her fingers did—not as deeply, but more than satisfactorily. It was even worse when her tongue pushed against Jamie’s clit, savoring it, clinching it between her lips until Jamie started crying in exquisite agony.
Jamie forgot herself as she dipped her finger into the depths of her girlfriend’s body.
Etta pulled her lips away to mutter, breathless. "What are you doing?"
Jamie touched her tongue to her lips, savoring Etta's taste, and replied, "Giving my Mistress what she wants."