Page 21 of Voyeur

“Is this okay?” Silver asked.

“Yes.”

“What about this?” Silver moved into her and held on to Honor’s hips how she had the other night. “Tell me no, and I stop, Honor. Instantly, I’ll leave.”

Honor swallowed hard but didn’t say anything.

“Is this okay, too?” Silver asked and moved her lips to Honor’s ear, licking the lobe with the very tip of her tongue. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“God,” Honor uttered as she watched the woman wearing the dildo come at her own touch while watching the other woman stroke herself.

“Watch how she takes her now,” Silver ordered.

The woman with the strap-on practically rushed to the other woman, and it was like all at once: she’d entered her, the naked woman against the wall had put her leg up, and it was now held by the first woman who was thrusting while they kissed.

“Yes,” Honor whispered.

“Do you want that? To be taken?”

Honor nodded because she couldn’t not.

“I want that, too. I want to take you,” Silver told her. “But I can’t do anything out here, in front of everyone, because that’s against the rules.” She skirted her hand along Honor’s abdomen, which clenched at her touch. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

Honor nodded again. The women in front of her were grunting and moaning, and she herself had two hands on her body that were warm and firm. Silver’s hips actually moved a little, and Honor wondered if it was on accident or if she’d done it on purpose.

“I touched myself a few minutes ago,” Silver told her. “I was in my office, and I let myself get close, but I didn’t come. I stopped.” Her hips moved again. “God, I want to come so badly, Honor.”

Honor turned around without thinking and said, “I want that, too.”

“Yes?” Silver asked as if she needed Honor to confirm what she’d just said.

“Yes,” Honor replied.

Silver nodded toward her office, and Honor couldn’t believe it, but when Silver took her by the hand, she followed, walking by several scenes that she wanted to check out later. Silver opened the door, and Honor walked in first, looking around the space, which had a metal desk with only a laptop and a water bottle on top of it, a futon at the right, and two chairs in front of the desk.

“Honor?” Silver asked as she closed and locked the door behind them. “I need you to tell me what’s okay and what’s not okay.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before,” Honor confessed.

“Safe word?”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“What? No.” Silver looked concerned now. “Just in case you don’t like what we’re doing or you want anything to stop.”

“What do people normally use?”

“Depends on the person. I use hockey.”

“Hockey,” Honor said with a little giggle.

Silver moved into Honor’s space and said, “Yes. It’s something I’d never say during sex.”

“Should mine be a sport, too?”

“You know what? How about you just say no, and I stop?” Silver kissed Honor’s neck, tilting Honor’s head to the side possessively to give herself greater access, and Honor gasped. “Just remember, you can tell me to stop anything at any time.” She licked up the side of Honor’s neck.”

“Okay,” she said.