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“Looks that way, doesn’t it?” Robin answered.
“Maybe it’s time to talk to her again,” Leslie suggested.
“Yes. It’s getting very close,” Robin said.
Chapter Nine
Zelda walked along the garden path, making her way toward Jane Hugh’s cottage. She was purposeful in her intentions, knowing exactly what she wanted after having been at Roman Hill for the last dozen days. She hoped that she would have made as distinct an impression on Jane, as Jane had made on her. Not seeing the Dom anywhere around her gardens, Zelda knocked on the cottage door. She knocked again when no one answered.
“You looking for me?”
Zelda turned to see the object of her search standing behind her some five feet, looking lusciously handsome as usual. “In fact I was,” Zelda replied, flashing the woman a grin.
“And why’s that?” Jane asked. She wore a pair of jeans, her cowboy boots and a plain black shirt. Small silver hoops hung in her ears, one with a dangling cross; otherwise she was as plainly dressed as usual. Her close cropped hair had its usual spikey look.
“I thought, perhaps,” Zelda hedged, her whole essence seemed to change…to soften, her eyes smoldered with lust, “maybe we could spend some time together.”
“What in heaven’s name for?” Jane asked.
“I think we have some common fetishes,” Zelda said.
“Oh? You want me to make you submit? That would be the only thing we have in common.”
“I think we could have some fun.”
“You know, I don’t do just anyone, Zelda,” Jane said. “I have to have some motivation. Your little games with Martha were hardly inspiring.”
“That’s what I mean. Martha is rather uninspiring. And she’s kinda pent-up about Felicia’s death. I wanted someone who wasn’t so wrapped up in this drama.” She cocked her head, winsomely, which Jane thought was rather silly.
“I’m going to the funeral,” Jane informed her. “I really don’t have time.”
“I’m going, too, but maybe afterward? Could release a lot of tension.”
“I see your point. But why would I want you?”
“You have no idea how inventive I can be, how much I like to be whipped, and played with, and teased into pain.”
“That so,” Jane said, flatly, unimpressed. She passed Zelda on the walkway, and opened the cottage door.
“Okay, so you can suck my cunt, bitch. Bring me off, then I’ll see what I can do for you later.”
Zelda smiled happily. Walking through the cottage door, she was about to close it.
“No, leave it open. Anyone here can see what you’re like.”
“Oh, my, you are devilish,” Zelda whispered.
“I’m more than that, get on the floor, slut.”
Zelda instantly dropped to her knees and crawled to Jane, whose pants were already open, with her pussy waiting to be served.
“You fuck this up, bitch, you’ll get nothing,” Jane threatened. Taking a handful of Zelda’s hair in her hand, she pulled the woman’s head to her cunt.
Zelda squealed with delight and planted her mouth on Jane’s ripe snatch. Jane hadn’t liked the woman from the moment they first met, but she was the kind of lesbian she liked to brutally ravage. The weasely affectation in Zelda’s voice, those rolling eyes, and suggestive body language was all so repul
sive that she would love to slap her face, and keep her on her knees, making her crawl for weeks and eat off the floor before she’d give her one ounce, one iota of consideration. She’d wipe the flippant grin off her face.
Zelda did have a way with her tongue, divine technique. She knew how to flick Jane’s clitoris as if she’d been doing it for years. And then with the fingering around her sensitive hole, the Domme was quickly on the verge of orgasm. Zelda was right about one thing, the tension reliever would be welcome after all the rigmarole they’d been through in the last few days. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to Felicia’s funeral.
