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After dinner, Mitch took a shower and Vanessa took her herbal anti-anxiety gummies. They didn’t seem to be helping much as of late. Maybe it was time to go back on the prescription medications, considering everything going on…
The shower water was momentarily disturbed as Mitch washed her hair, fingers running across her scalp and spraying the water against the frosted door. Vanessa thought about joining her but couldn’t bring herself to take off her sweater. Right now, it was her safe space. Better than a blanket. Better than medicine.
But not better than sex.
Mitch must have seen it on her partner’s face when she came out of the shower and grabbed a T-shirt to sleep in. While Mitch said nothing, she slowly circled the bed, meeting Vanessa’s lascivious gaze from where she sat with a raging fire in her eyes.
Everything is burning up inside of me.Mitch was still slightly wet from her shower, but it didn’t stop her from putting on her shirt and joining Vanessa on the bed.I feel like the sun about to explode.She pushed Mitch down on the bed and smothered her with bruising kisses.
Maybe Vanessa shouldn’t have been so intense, but she rationalized it as her way of restoring balance between them. Mitch was as responsive as always, her own greed swallowing Vanessa’s tongue whenever she was daring enough to claim another part of her partner’s mouth. Mitch wasn’t a balm, though, nor was this about satiating their usual sexual desires.
This was Vanessa proving to the universe that she was the best-suited Domme for the woman whose body and soul were too precious to lose.
Every kiss across Mitch’s bare body was an excuse to search for a wound that had not been there before. Every sigh of romantic splendor was a reassurance that Vanessa was chosen. Every sweet squeeze of Mitch’s muscular thighs reminded Vanessa that she was alive.
Mitch settled into bed as if this were a normal night of slightly more vanilla sex than they sometimes indulged in. Vanessa wanted that to be true. She’d love to let her lips linger on the tenderest spot of her partner’s body, bringing her knee-shaking pleasure as her cries ascended toward the ceiling. Vanessa yearned to taste her now but only allowed herself a flick of the tongue against Mitch’s sensitive clit. As those thighs shook around her face, Vanessa knew she had to pull back now before she lost herself – and the moment.
“There’s something about you…” Vanessa loomed over her partner, her sweater baggy enough to keep those thighs spread apart as she seared her hunger into Mitch’s small and fragile face. “Why do you always radiate such a furious need to be fucked?”
As the realization that Vanessa prepped for a scene dawned on her, Mitch relaxed her head between their pillows and clutched both of Vanessa’s elbows.
“You know me best. You tell me why.”
Vanessa lowered her mouth to Mitch’s forehead, grateful for the layers of clothing that kept her from touching such hot and wicked skin. “I don’t think you can control it. I think you follow your urges wherever you go. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Iwantto bury my face in your body and completely forget myself until morning.I wantto split you apart and make you feel every inch of me laying ownership into you until you no longer know where your DNA ends and mine begins.” Vanessa dragged her face down the white of Mitch’s throat and to the breasts covered by a soft cotton T-shirt. As she raised it over Mitch’s torso, she said, “I want you to know that you’re mine.”
The sensual sound coming out of Mitch as Vanessa touched her nipple was exactly the kind of thing to destroy her. Mitch was everything Vanessa was not. She was obedient but confident. Submissive, but independent. Masculine, but unafraid of what made her a woman. Vanessa often opined that she wasn’t half the woman Mitch was, even if long, swirling dresses and soft makeup often dotted photographs of Vanessa throughout the years. Clothes and makeup didn’t make a woman. They barely defined what Vanessa knew about superficial femininity.
She pulled herself away from the bed. There was purpose, but it stung to know she left such a perfect specimen behind.
Vanessa opened the top drawer of the vanity she shared with Mitch, who often sat here before they hit a private party or club. The careful attention she put toward her appearance then was always at odds with the woman of the morning who worked out, showered, and threw on her jeans and sweatshirts without thinking of the zit on her nose or the lines on her face.
Except makeup and a wig were not the last things Mitch put on before heading out with her Mistress and calling herself Michelle. There was the item that oversaw the top drawer.
Mitch showed not a hint of surprise when she sat up and watched Vanessa take out the solid black collar that meant more than any wedding ring potentially linking them forever.
“I knew you were missing something.” Vanessa opened the collar and gently wrapped it around Mitch’s throat. As she closed her eyes and fell into the passing seconds, she might as well have been telling her partner that she had been needing this all weekend.
Vanessa retreated to the corner of the bedroom, where she sat in the small reading nook she called her own when she wanted some peace away from her office. Her feet propped up on the round ottoman, she sank into the armchair but did not turn on the lamp next to her.
“Come here,” she commanded.
Mitch lightly hopped onto her feet, her timid demeanor betrayed by the excitement brewing behind her eyes. She knew what Vanessa wanted from her, but part of the beauty for the woman falling onto all fours was that she couldn’t anticipate how Vanessa would exert her dominance. Not tonight, not ever.
Every encounter was different enough to keep that spark alive.
She’s mine.Any woman could crawl on all fours toward Vanessa with hunger on her lips, but only Mitch turned it into performance art. She was a panther surveying the jungle of indifferent decadence, her knees light enough to not leave an indent in the carpet and her shoulders swaying with every lucid movement. Vanessa would have coveted a woman like this wherever she went, but here? In her bedroom? She could hardly believe that this was her life.
Other women had submitted to her before. They knew how to move, speak, and act as Vanessa treated them to another escapist night. Except none of them, save the one peering at Vanessa from behind the ottoman as if she waited for an invitation, stimulated something so primal in the woman who knew she wanted to be the top from the moment she first kissed a girl.
That was the beautiful thing about Mitch. Once she committed to her identity, she went for the woman who would give her everything she desired.
“Sit.”
Mitch languidly leaned against the ottoman, elbow propped up next to Vanessa’s foot. The T-shirt pulled away from Mitch’s hips as her knees skewed sideways. Her breasts were hidden away from Vanessa’s gaze, but she saw the hint of peaked nipples that begged for her touch.I could do anything I wanted to them.Mitch had been sporting her favorite pair of nipple clamps most nights at Candace’s, club but for Vanessa’s pleasure? It had been a while.
