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“I think you figured out what I like to hear.”
Paige finally grabbed Rhea’s shoulder, yanking her back against the couch. As her spine squished her fingers, Rhea was jolted awake like someone suddenly coming back from a near-death experience. Her heart couldn’t take it!
“If there’s one thing I thought was attractive about you…” Paige traced her finger along the part in her wife’s hair. Being handcuffed and unable to touch Paige back was about as delightful as watching her wife dally with another woman.I want to touch her. I want to be a bigger part of this.Whateverthiswas. “It’s your willingness to please me. Remember the first time we had sex?” Paige chuckled. “You couldn’t wait to show me what you could do.”
Something hissed between Rhea’s teeth. It was her breath, heavy and staccato.
“That might be when I first fell in love with you.” Paige’s breath lightly touched Rhea’s ear, but she was nowhere near close enough to kiss. “Deep down, I’ve always wanted a wife who would let me use her.”
The feeling deep in the pit of Rhea’s stomach turned. She was either about to pass out or throw up.I know which I prefer.At least if she passed out, Paige could still have a turn at her…
“Hm?” Paige studied her wife’s demeanor. “What are you thinking right now?”
That I would 100% be okay with you taking advantage of me in my sleep…Rhea could hardly believe what she was on about. For one thing, if she was passed out, she couldn’t enjoy the sex!Because that’s the problem here!
“We’ve gotten off track.” Paige braced both hands against her wife’s shoulders, pushing her palms down the front of Rhea’s chest. “We’ve forgotten what roles we were meant to play. I don’t care how good you are when you get on top of me.” Her thumbs hooked into the cleft of Rhea’s shirt. As a nail tickled her wife’s cleavage, Paige said, “I’m better on top of you.”This is like right out of one of my stories…Which one was it? Rhea had written so many that past summer she almost couldn’t recall it between the surprise gangbang at a conference and the mafia daughter getting in way over her head. But it sounded familiar.
The cheerleader who lures a tutor into her room…That was the one. Rhea had printed it out but ultimately didn’t include it in her anthology because she wanted to age the characters up before letting anyone else see it. In its purest form, it was about two high school seniors.The popular cheerleader who invites over the “smart” girl for tutoring…Only the cheerleader wanted to use the tutor for a very different purpose. A purpose that had her classmate shuddering in absolute delight and begging to be treated like a piece of meat until they graduated.
There was no way… Paige hadn’t seen it, right?
“Going forward, I’m in charge in the bedroom.” Paige was in front of Rhea again, hands on her hips and legs open in a powerful stance. She looked like one of Rhea’s fantasies, all right. Only instead of the gorgeous girl in the club Rhea got to have her way with Paige was the dominant femme who ate her lessers for lunch. “I think you’ve stood the test of time. Always so loyal. Soooo sweet and attentive. You give it as good as you take it, don’t you?” A chaotic laugh fell from Paige’s brown lips. “I think you can handle me from here on out. Whenever I want it. However I want it. You’re my personal toy I get my fun from.” She untied the front of her coat. “My pleasure is the only thing that matters. Yours is a byproduct of getting to be withthis.”
Paige opened her coat. Beneath it was a black lingerie set, complete with a push-up bra and garters. Rhea hadn’t even noticed the tights in her wife’s boots.
She was unfathomably beautiful.
In all their years together, Rhea had imagined her wife like this but had never truly seen it in the flesh. She had merely received glimpses and visions of endless possibilities. Paige was what was advertised on her original packaging. Smart. Intense. Self-centered and so damn beautiful she could have any woman she wanted.
And she wantedRheato be her toy.
Some primitive part of Rhea’s brain loved this. Wasn’t it what she imagined when she used to admire Paige from afar, watching her date and bed all those other girls who never lived up to her insatiable needs?I could do it, though. I knew I could.Young Rhea had been prepared when Paige asked her out. She didn’t even mind that it took a few dates before they did more than kiss. Nor did she think much of it when they moved in together, married, and began a life as a contractual couple. One day, Paige would want this – and Rhea would be ready.
“This whole time you could have said no.” That was how Paige brought her wife back to the present, where they finally perfected their destined roles. “Yet you haven’t said much at all. Could it be because you can hardly believe your good luck?”
She’s totally read one of my stories.It was the only explanation for this sudden scene. Yet Rhea could not be angry. That might come later when she had the chance to ask her wife where she got an idea like this. Right now, all Rhea cared about was having those tits in her face.
Maybe some other things in her face, too.
“Never mind. I don’t actually care.”
Paige fully removed her coat and tossed it over the couch. Rhea didn’t flinch as it came close to snapping against her face. She only had eyes for the woman swaying before her, sharp heels stabbing the carpet, and soft blond hair bobbing in a non-existent breeze.
“You awoke the old demon inside of me earlier this summer,” Paige said. “So get ready to keep this dragon tamed so I don’t destroy the whole world.”
Chapter 30
AlthoughRheawaswellaware that there was a fine line between kink and trouble, she continued to find herself standing right on the precipice of jumping headfirst intotrouble.
Or Paige was about to push her. She wasn’t sure which, and she also wasn’t sure if there was a difference.
All Rhea knew was that there was this hotel room of undiscernible origin. There was a bed big enough to swallow her whole, and there was a woman barely dressed in black lingerie who held none of the soft and girly charm of the woman Rhea married.
Instead, she was a selfish she-beast straight from the dregs of campus – and Rhea wasin love.
She almost hated to admit it, but the ever-present adolescent inside of her had never been so happy to be taken advantage of. Not even when Paige pushed her down on the bed and crawled on top of her, Rhea’s T-shirt slowly ascending her torso.
And not when Paige roughly removed her wife’s jeans. Nor when she smacked Rhea’s ass and laughed at her crying out in surprise. This wasn’t simply a reversal of their new roles: this was the kind of dream come true that caught Rhea completely off-guard.I had no idea how much I actually wanted this…A gorgeous, self-proclaimed bitch who could have any girlfriend she wanted. Not only did she choose Rhea, but she was willing to make her wife aforeverandonlyaddition to Paige Powell’s stable of well-used women.
