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God, she was a self-absorbed idiot. Gen stayed so focused on not taking advantage of Noah, because it seemed so easy to take advantage to him. In reality, it might be more of a danger with Lyda, because she seemed so invulnerable, so in control.

Drawing on her courage, she stepped forward. "I didn't touch Noah last night. Not that way. I felt like something was wrong between you and me. That mattered. I couldn't enjoy him if things weren't right between all of us. You're one of the most self-confident, self-aware women I've ever met."

Since they both knew Marguerite, that was saying a lot. "I don't know if that makes me hate you, want to be more like you or just flat out makes me feel...less. I'm sorry, Lyda. You deserved better from me. Especially after you...I've never felt anything like what you make me feel, you and Noah. Separately, together." She gave a desperate half-laugh. "Noah said you understood how it was for someone figuring it all out. There are times I get swept away in...submitting to you, but I'm not sure that makes me a submissive. I don't know how to make it all make sense, and I feel like I'm making a fool of myself over you both. I'm not sure what to do with it. But I shouldn't have hurt you like that."

Gen shook her head. "You always seem so in control. Even when you're scary, which is most of the time, it feels like you're on top of things. You're right, I've felt safe with M, because of that. She gives me a place to retreat when I need it, a place that's steady, an anchor. But when I'm in that same kind of place with you, it's different. I never want to leave at all. It's home and the destination, all rolled up in one."

Lyda had set aside the brush and turned back toward her. As Gen's words died away in the echo of the tiled room, Lyda studied her long enough Gen wanted to squirm, to disappear. But then she extended a hand. "Come here."

Gen took the hand. When Lyda pulled Gen close, just like that, things were better. As her arm wrapped over Gen's shoulders, Gen pressed her face against the side of Lyda's, her nose against the moist hair line, inhaling the clean smell of Lyda and soap. Gen let out a shuddering sigh and slid both arms under Lyda's, around her bare back. Her breasts pressed against Gen's, Lyda's puckered nipples noticeable through Gen's thin shirt. It was still a new feeling for her, hugging a woman and getting aroused by that contact, but with Lyda, it was a feeling easy to enjoy.

"I'm so sorry," Gen said.

"Forgiven," Lyda said quietly. She pressed a kiss to Gen's temple, spoke against it, no eye contact between them. "You affect me, Gen. And you are not less." She drew back to lock Gen in that penetrating gaze. "You're far more than you realize. You wouldn't have captured my attention otherwise."

Before Gen could respond to that, Lyda tangled her hand in her hair, holding her in place in that way that made things tight inside Gen's stomach. "Some of the strongest women I know enjoy submission during sex, because through surrender, they find themselves again. The confidence, the strength, the belief in their own beauty they lost during the day-to-day grind. But I'm done talking about that right now. You've been staring at my tits like a hungry baby, and you're going to pay for that."

Pushing Gen back, Lyda moved away. She locked both doors, then went to the bench in front of the lockers. She took a seat and dropped a folded towel she'd brought with her on the floor between her spread knees. "Kneel here."

In the right setting and circumstances, all Lyda had to do was use that tone, and Gen responded. Accepting that amazing idea, Gen knelt on the towel, a kindness to her knees against the concrete floor. Lyda's cruelty was planned, never neglectful. Something to think about, because it was probably the reason Gen found her ruthlessness so addictive.

In this position, Lyda's naked breasts were close to Gen's eye level. As she watched, Lyda cupped and fondled them. Gen moistened her lips, her breath shortening.

"I can see this getting you hotter, Gen. Do you want to suck on my nipples?"

Gen nodded. Then jumped as Lyda, quick as a striking snake, slapped her face. A controlled strike, hard enough to snap Gen's head to the right and make her wide-eyed. Yet the woman remained as self-possessed as ever as she returned that offending hand back to the enviable task of stroking her own breasts.

"You don't nod or shake your head to me, Gen, like I'm your equal. Not right now. Now let me ask again. Do you want to suck on my nipples?"

She'd just told herself she found Lyda's cruelty arousing, but the direct evidence of it still startled her. The heat of her handprint flowed straight down Gen's body like a lava burn. Her Mistress had forgiven her and administered a short, sharp punishment. Balance was a key that unlocked desire.

"Yes Mistress." Gen suppressed the desire to put her hand up to her burning cheek. Lyda did it instead, running her fingers along the reddened skin.

"Did Noah put anything on those stripes I left on your back and ass last night?"

"No, ma'am. I did, though."

"He was charged with your aftercare. You'll permit him to do whatever I tell him to do to you in the future, because my orders to him trump yours. Your care, his care, are my responsibility. Always. Understand? You're not the alpha in this pack, Gen."

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"Yes Mistress." But she wasn't docile, either. She inched forward on the towel, gazing at those beautiful breasts, so close they had saliva was pooling in her mouth. "Can you come, just from having your nipples sucked?"

Lyda lifted an indifferent brow, but Gen was starting to learn, and enjoy, this game. "Perhaps. Do you want the privilege of giving your Mistress an orgasm, Gen?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Ma'am. I like that." Lyda braced her arms behind her on the bench, then shifted one foot, giving Gen a light thump against the side of her buttock with her thick-soled shoes. "Suck on my breasts, Gen. Let me see how much pleasure a woman's mouth can give me. You have some stiff competition. Noah is very good at this."

"He has the tongue stud," Gen muttered. Lyda chuckled grimly.

"With or without, the man's mouth is blessed by the gods. Now shut up and get to it, before I take a wet towel to that pretty ass."

As Gen moved forward, Lyda slid her hand under her hair, curving around Gen's nape. Gen parted her lips over one ripe nipple. She couldn't resist cupping the full curve, squeezing the firm flesh to push the nipple deeper into her mouth. Lyda's fingernails cut into her skin, encouraging her to take it deeper. She slid closer, arm banding around Lyda's back, fingertips whispering down that sweet valley. So delicate and strong. So beautiful. Lyda unclipped the barrette in Gen's hair, spilling it onto her shoulders. Her Mistress loved her hair, fingers delving into it, pulling.

When Lyda's head tipped back on her shoulders, pushing her breast even further into Gen's mouth, she made a greedy sound in the back of her throat, encouraging her. She was giving her pleasure, and it felt so, so good. Gen slid her thumb beneath the waistband of Lyda's shorts, stroked the dimples just above her ass. Lyda curved a leg around Gen, resting her calf on Gen's backside. Both her arms twined over Gen's shoulders, her thighs pressed against Gen's sides.

"My sweet, lovely girl. Mine."

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