Page 42 of The Holiday

Etta didn't say anything to that, but when Jamie lowered herself once again, Etta's tongue met her halfway. It danced around Jamie's clit, tickling its sensitive edges, making her shiver. And if Jamie had to do the same with Etta's pussy, then she would, even if it made her out of sorts. She was going to enjoy her Mistress's pleasure, despite it being so intimate that she felt like her heart would burst.

Etta's taste coated Jamie's mouth, and she savored every bit of it, relishing in the moans she pulled from Etta. She couldn't be sure if it was because of how she ate her out or the fact that she was pleasuring her in the first place. Either way, Jamie was doing well by her Domme… if certain sounds were to be trusted.

“Come for me, ma’am. “She wanted to feel Etta all over her skin. She wanted to orgasm the exact moment Etta did. She imagined her face covered in her girlfriend. Etta didn’t do that often. “Come all over my face.”

Etta stopped devouring Jamie’s pussy long enough to push her hips off and say, “Fuck that. I’ve got better plans.”

Thank God.Etta pushed her into the bed. Etta rose, pulling Jamie’s legs over the edge until her ass nearly hung off. With the strap-on dangling from her hand, Etta stalked to their bag,pulled out a few yards of silk rope, and returned with only one purpose. Jamie saw it in her eyes.

“Sit still and obey,” Etta said. “If you sit still and take what you deserve, I’ll make sure you get the satisfaction you want. Understand?”

Jamie nodded.Fuck yes.

Etta bent Jamie’s knees and pulled them up. The silk rope wound around her ankles, tight, keeping them far apart and her pussy fully exposed.Oh, shit.Arousal claimed Jamie, anticipation on the verge of killing her if Etta didn’t save her soon. She clutched her bound hands to her chest—until Etta tore her bindings apart, wrapped her arms beneath Jamie’s hips, and retied the binds.I can’t move!

“Look at you. Such a sexual creature, whether you intend it or not.” The way Etta spoke nearly stole the breath from Jamie. Yet her chest rapidly rose and fell, the crystals spreading across her skin as if she were a valuable gift meant to be nothing more than an elaborate, expensive sex toy.Yes!Once Jamie hit that headspace, there was no stopping her. She would get down on her knees and beg for anything… assuming she could move at all.

She sucked in her lips and whimpered, “Are you going to fuck me, ma’am?”

Etta appeared uncomfortably excited as she gripped the strap-on, taunting Jamie. “I will if you promise to think of no one but me while I use you.”

Use me. Etta wasn’t even playing. She saw Jamie as nothing but a useful sub right now, and fuck! Jamie was ready for that kind of fury. This was a woman so wound up that she wasn’t about to hold back. Did that frighten Jamie? Once upon a time, that would have scared her, but now she knew she had nothing to fear. Etta would take good care of her. She would push her to limits she barely knew she had, but Etta would also save her.

“You’re the only one, ma’am,” Jamie said, still whimpering. “You’re the only one I want for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t intend to be so sappy, but how could it be helped? It was those kinds of moments that reminded her of how much she loved Etta.

“My sweet flower.” Those hearty growls made Jamie’s eyes roll back into her head. Etta pulled apart her nether lips, spreading her opening, teasing it with the strap-on as it pushed in.

“You’re the only woman I want.”

She thrust into Jamie.

Overpowered. That was the only word to describe what Jamie felt at that moment. This wasn’t her girlfriend entering her for lovemaking—for their mutual pleasure. This was her Domme taking back what was hers and driving Jamie to the rim of madness. Her intense, determined thrusts not only reached deep into Jamie’s body but shook her to the point the crystal chains rattled on her skin.

Her mouth fell open, her breath caught in a torrential storm between her chest and throat. So caught off guard. So caught unaware that Jamie had no idea how to parse the sensations overtaking her body and rebranding her as the property of Etta Coleman.

It wasn’t just her loins she claimed. It was her abdomen, her breasts, her throat, her cheeks, her mind, her heart, her arms and legs… her soul. From top to bottom, Jamie was coerced back into Etta’s possession. No longer was Jamie allowed to wander and lust after other people. No other could dream of touching her. What Etta wanted, Etta took. If she wanted Jamie’s pussy, fine. She could have it whenever she wanted. But this? This was Etta reaffirming that every part of Jamie belonged to her now… and forever.

Of course, it helped that it felt damn good!

“Do you feel that? Do you feel it inside you?” Etta held the strap-on in Jamie, pushing as far back as she could go while her hands claimed Jamie’s hips. “That sensation is what I give to you. It’s how you know you’re mine.”

Her voice thundered in the room—or maybe that was Jamie’s perception as she tried to parse a million sensations at once.

“Yes…” she said, meekly. “I feel it…”

“You feel what?”

She gasped. “My belonging to you, ma’am.”

“And youknowthat you belong to me?”

“Yes! I belong to you, ma’am!”

“You’re mine to do whatever the hell I want to, right?”

“Yes!” She nearly sobbed, her body shuddering in delight even though she tingled in sweet anguish. “Don’t stop!”