Rissa suddenly spins in a slow circle, arms out. “Okay, but imagine playing hockey here.”
“Where,” Skye deadpans. “On the statues?”
“I could score,” Riley replies.
The wind cuts through the square, and I pull my jacket tighter. Tourists pass by, cameras clicking, languages meshing.
I stand there with everyone and let Duomo loom over us while something inside my chest settles into place.
I’m lying on Skye’s bed, wearing nothing but her collar, body aching, and completely happy with my life as she holds me close to her, stroking my hair. She’s propped up against the headboard; one knee bent under the blankets and the other leg straight out beside me. I’m leaning back against her with my shoulders tucked into her chest like they were made to fit there.
Her arms rest loosely around my middle, not tight or possessive like she was ten minutes ago. The side of her I love to see and experience. Right now, she’s just steady and warm.
“So, this is called aftercare?” I feel the tenderness on my back.
“Mmhmm,” she hums in my ear, resting her chin on my shoulder and gently kissing my neck. She runs her hand over the bruise on my inner thigh, and every part of me is screaming for her to shift toward my aching pussy.
We spent the last hour doing wax play. I never knew this was a thing until she got out a few special candles and started lighting them. My innocent self thought she was just setting the mood. Then, she told me to strip down and lie across the bed on my stomach.
She stroked my bare skin with ice, cooling the surface and letting her breath skate across the top. Then, she told me to rate the pain as she adjusted the height of the candle closer and farther from my skin.
The wax dripped slowly, sending a shock through my system. At first, I thought it was crazy. But each drop brought a surge of adrenaline that had every part of me aching for more.
She’s bringing out parts of me I never knew existed. Parts that stayed buried because hiding is the only way I ever learned how to survive.
After she peeled the dried wax from my skin and rubbed aloe on my back, she pulled me into her arms, and we’ve been sitting like this ever since.
Her hand finds the bruise on my thigh, but this time, I find myself shifting toward her touch. I have no control over my actions. I need to be touched and pleased, and Skye is the only one who knows how to do it in a way that has my soul leaving my body.
“Do you need a release, baby girl?” she purrs into my ear.
I press my back harder into her and dip my head onto her shoulder as I close my eyes. “Yes,” I whine.
Her teeth tug on my earlobe, and I feel her hand grip my shoulder. My hips already start moving slowly at the thought of being touched. She's used me for pleasure so many times that I almost got off without needing anything in return. But right now, as her hands move from my shoulder, over my breasts, and down to my stomach, I feel my insides about to explode at the anticipation.
She sucks on my earlobe as she shifts her fingertips just below my stomach. "Sit perfectly still," she whispers. "And I'll make sure you reach euphoria."
My pulse kicks into high gear at the low growl of her dominant voice. I try my best to keep completely still as her hand slides down to my thigh, rubbing the skin just near my center. Then she shifts to the other thigh and my hips want so badly to find that touch.
"Keep still, Baby Girl."
I'm. Going. To. Die.
Her finger moves back up to my shoulder, pulling my hair to the side as her mouth presses against my neck. That's when her teeth sink into my skin as her hand plunges between my legs.
I almost jump at the sensation, but the rules are still in effect so I remain as still as I possibly can while her fingers slide inside me.
Fuck!
I want to ride her hand. I want to ride her mouth. I want to find that sweet release that's been building since she dripped hot wax on my nipples.
That's when she grabs my hair and tugs it to the side so I’m facing her, and then claims my mouth as she flicks my clit. I scream against her lips, but she muffles the sound while I melt into her.
Her touch is gentle as she follows it up, rubbing my nub until I climb down from the high.
I can hardly catch my breath as she lets her mouth fall from mine, and the loss of contact is almost unbearable. I wish her lips could be pressed to mine forever. A kiss that never has to end.
I'm panting as her eyes remain on mine, gleaming with pride as she looks me over.
