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Lyda closed the locker, giving her a warm look. Moving back to the mirror and retrieving her brush, she brushed out the thick strands in a rippling wave that completed the professional, mouthwateringly sexy look. Gen's vibrant memory and throbbing pussy was the only evidence that a few moments before Lyda had been in the grips of an orgasm, her cunt pressed against Gen, her breasts in her mouth, the nipples and creamy flesh a pure dessert-before-meal pleasure.
Gen trembled. Holding her legs open kept the swollen flesh from being compressed in a dangerous way, but being spread for her Mistress like this came with a psychological stimulation stronger than an actual touch.
"So what did you think of the class? There's always room for one more."
"Sorry. I gave up my childhood dream of joining the SEALs. But if you start to offer ten-minute cookie breaks in the middle and have a chiropractor standing by..."
Lyda's lips twisted. "So if you had to choose between my whip or my class?"
"The whip. Definitely."
"Couch potato."
"Exercise nazi."
Lyda laughed outright at that. Gen's heart tilted. She'd never flirted with a woman before. "I'd like to ask you something."
"I don't promise answers."
"Have you ever been married?"
"No," Lyda answered. "Came close once. But he wasn't strong enough."
"Will anyone ever be?"
"It doesn't matter. My priorities changed." Putting her brush in her bag, Lyda sat it next to Gen and shifted behind her. She held Gen's barrette between her lips as she combed her fingers through Gen's hair, pulling it back into a smooth twist she clipped against Gen's neck. "I want you to keep your hair up in public except when I'm with you. You take it down only for me."
"I mostly have to keep it tied back anyway. It gets into everything."
It was something to say, covering the fluttery reaction the possessive command elicited.
"Tell me about it." Lyda brushed back a lock of her own lustrous mane. "This mess stays pulled back for everything but client meetings. Else I'm snagging it in vegetation all day long."
"Not just for client meetings." Gen remembered it curtaining her face as Lyda leaned over her in her bedroom. Twisting her upper body, she reached up, wanting to twine fingers in the curls tumbling over Lyda's silk-clad shoulder. Lyda intercepted her, clasping her wrist. "Please," Gen said. "I like touching it. I like touching you."
In her past relationships, Gen hadn't used such a direct communication style, but maybe she was learning from Lyda. She was also learning what aroused Lyda. Her gaze flickered, her mouth softening. She loosened her hold, sliding down Gen's forearm in a caress as Gen stroked the red locks. "This is your actual color."
"Mostly. I tone it up, turn auburn into flame for dramatic effect." Lyda smiled, the effect like sunlight. Gen wanted to bask in it like a lazy cat on a porch, soak it into every part of her.
"I'm feeling too much for the both of you."
"Because you think there's a speed limit to these things, or because you're afraid you're setting yourself up for a crash? Do you think you're in the car alone, Gen?"
Gen's gaze slid up to her. Their faces were close, Lyda's hand on her forearm, hers in Lyda's hair, an intimate connection. Was it possible that Lyda had just implied what she thought she had? As for Noah...was Lyda speaking for them both?
Lyda had made it clear she didn't say what she didn't mean, but Gen wasn't ready to press for confirmation. For now, the tingle spreading through her vitals was enough. Gen changed the subject.
"So you don't want me to let my hair down in front of anyone, but you can let yours down for the whole world to see?" And covet.
"Yep," Lyda said. "There's a different kind of fairness in a Dom/sub relationship."
"Doesn't sound fair at all."
"Isn't that what I just said?" Lyda bent down further, all that intentness brought up close and personal. "Does it bother you, Gen, a man getting pleasure out of looking at me?"
"I think everyone gets pleasure looking at you. But it bothers me to think you could do this with me, and then..."
"Don't piss me off, rabbit. It's a customer meet. I don't plan on fucking him." She touched Gen's lip. "I save that for my pets. Both of them."
