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That was Rhea. Well-used and loving it.
“I should feel bad about being so lazy.” While Rhea remained prostrate on the bed, hands still gathered beneath her back, Paige dropped the starter nipple clamps right on her wife’s chest. “A good wife would make sure her spouse is well taken care of before taking her for everything she’s physically got. I don’t care. Funny how that works.”
It didn’t matter how ruthless and egotistic Paige sounded. It only turned Rhea on more, and she wondered what that said about her.
“I’d love to ride your face while you squirm for air.” Paige leaned against a chair by the window, ankles crossed and fingers combing through her long hair. If it wasn’t for the bright sunlight illuminating the hotel room, Rhea might wonder if she had walked into the wrong suite on the right night. “Kiss you all over and make you come as much as I fancy. Ugh, but that’s work. If you know anything about me, the word about town is that I’m only interested in girls I can play with until I’ve had my fill. I don’t care about your pleasure. Only mine.” Paige cocked her head while staring at her wife. “Does that sound about right?”
If this was her way of beseeching consent to continue, then Rhea knew one word. “Yes.”
“Hmph.” Paige grabbed the curtains and pulled them across the bed. Rhea was cast into shadow, but not Paige, whose physique remained aglow. She did not turn on the lights. “Is it weird that I don’t care? All I care about is using you to get off.”
For the first time since being escorted away from the parking garage, Rhea questioned if she should say something.Dare I break the mood?Was it worth it if she assuaged her worries for a single minute? Or was Paige not roleplaying as much as it seemed?
“As it so happens,” Rhea croaked from her awkward position on the bed, “all I care about is getting you off, too.”
Paige’s gaze glistened from the other side of her shoulder. “At least we agree. I’m worth getting off.”
She marched back to the bed, grabbing the nipple clamps off her wife’s chest and pulling a pillow down the length of the bed. Rhea soon followed, her knees hanging far off the edge of the bed and her feet almost low enough to touch the floor.
Rhea swallowed the discomfort that had been building in the back of her throat. She didn’t need it.
“You’re exactly the kind of girl I could eat in one bite.” Paige stepped between Rhea’s legs and loomed over her, the plastic cord holding together the nipple clamps dangling from her teeth. “Wouldn’t that be something? I could start right here.” She circled her finger around the right peak of Rhea’s sports bra.I almost wore a normal bra today…Rhea didn’t own many, but they worked with certain outfits and on laundry day – assuming she had to wear a bra at all. If only she had foregone her favorite sports bra, which was all function, no form. Her nipple might already be in Paige’s mouth. “Shake some salt on your breasts and see if you taste like tequila.”
“Why don’t you?”
Paige cupped Rhea’s face between her thumb and forefinger, her knee deliciously close to Rhea’s underwear. “I don’t have any salt, sweetie.” She dangled the nipple clamps over Rhea’s face. “Although I do have these… and a few other things that might make you come faster than I do. How’s that for a fair exchange?”
Rhea held her breath as her eyes slammed shut and her whole body arched to meet Paige coming down on her, the full brunt of her weight almost too much to bear. Yet what really destroyed Rhea’s sanity were the two thumbs pushing up her sports bra. A hot and frisky tongue soon found her nipple and made short work of what decency Rhea had left.
“Ah…!” She forgot where she was, how she got here, or what Paige had promised with only a few words. She even forgot that weekend by the lake, whenshewas the one handcuffing and exciting the woman now in charge. As far as Rhea was concerned, this was how it had always been: her, Paige, and whatever flat surface they found.
A hard nipple was left behind when Paige removed her wet lips. She didn’t waste any time. Before Rhea could say uncle, one of the clamps was on her, eliciting a powerful cry of submissive femininity. Rhea subconsciously knew she was capable of that sound, but she had never heard herself make it.
If Paige had, she was unperturbed as she tackled Rhea’s other nipple with the same vigor. Rhea had completely lost her wits by the time she lay on the bed with her T-shirt and bra up around her throat and two clamps hanging from her taut nipples.
“You’re already squirming.” Paige’s hand remained on Rhea’s bare stomach. “You’re not supposed to make this difficult for me. I don’t have a lot of time,honey.I want to get off in the next twenty minutes and get on with my day, and you’re making it very difficult for me to enjoy the view. I’m not like you.” She stepped away, every stomp of her heel on the floor sending another shudder through Rhea’s body. “I don’t get wet oncommand.”
Shit, how did she know? Had they been married for the past fifteen years?
“If I have to, I’ll tie you to the headboard. That way you can’t get away from me when I come for you.”
Rhea only had to glance at the headboard to know that might be impossible without better equipment than what they had at home. Or maybe that was part of Paige’s plan.Make me want to please her with idle threats.Rhea would do anything. Threats not required.
“I’ve got plans for you.” Paige pulled Rhea’s left leg aside. Her hand was soon on her wife’s thigh, squeezing her warm skin and holding back no qualms about going straight for her underwear. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a bit rough and demanding. A lot is riding on this afternoon delight if you catch my drift.”
Rhea was still powerless to open her eyes as one finger immediately gunned for her pussy, opening her up enough to dive inside. While Rhea gasped in sweet surrender, her wife stoically sat on the bed as if she administered a medical antidote instead of marital pleasure.
Why in the world was this so damn hot?
Paige’s nose was only a few inches away from Rhea’s when she said, “Bet you didn’t see this happening today.”
That was the only sign of the “real” Paige her wife was offered that afternoon. Wherever she went after that, Rhea couldn’t fathom. She could hardly conceive what made Paige drive her middle finger into the desperate depths of her wife’s body.
All Rhea knew was that it feltgreat.
“See? I’m not completely heartless.” Paige followed Rhea halfway up the bed as one became overwhelmed enough to slowly inch her way up the length of the covers. The chain holding together the nipple clamps rattled against Rhea’s stomach before falling to one side, her right nipple tugged against until she undulated in pleasure. She had always assumed these things would hurt – at least a little. So why wasn’t she already sore? Why did Rhea only feel her wife’s piercing gaze and nothing else?
Paige’s finger ascended the length of her wife’s leg. Her weight left the bed. Rhea opened her eyes to find Paige adjusting her lingerie and kicking over a bag she had left by the window. “I did some shopping this week. It’s crazy what you can find online.” Paige opened the bag. Rhea’s vision was too blurry to make out what her wife had in her hand. All she knew was that it had a particular shape and a riotous color. “I mean, it’s ugly as hell, but once it’s inside you, I won’t have to look at it.”
