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So much rested on Vanessa’s shoulders. “In the drawer.” Mitch knew which one. “I’ll pleasure you with one thing. Make it count.”
She needed one less onus on her, one less decision to make. Watching Mitch crawl on all fours again was painful because it meant they were apart for at most two minutes. Yet Vanessa needed those minutes. She had to get a hold of herself. Mitch needed her – she needed Mitch.
Mitch needed something else, too.
The implement Mitch brought back with her was a decent metaphor for her desires. Not the explicit phallic imagery of their well-used Feeldoe, but the fact that it was meant for both of their physical pleasure. Vanessa went through whole phases where she was classified more as a pleasure Domme than someone who needed to be brought to orgasm by something more than the sight before her, but when Mitch asked for this, she always obliged… even if she was stuck in a chair with her clothes on.
“Are you trying to make this difficult for me?”
Mitch touched the waistline of Vanessa’s leggings. “I don’t want to be so selfish.”
“I love it when you’re selfish, though.”
A genuine smile flirted on Vanessa’s cheek. “Then consider this me being selfish.”
Vanessa covered Mitch’s hand with her own. The Feeldoe was immobile between them. “This is only the beginning, I hope you know.”
“Good thing I’m ready.”
“How long have you been ready?”
Vanessa’s hand was lured to the warm place between Mitch’s legs. “Since we first met.”
Other women would have thought her bragging. Vanessa knew the truth. Mitch had nothing to brag about. Things simply were.
Chapter 18
Vanessafeltnothingbeneathher waist as Mitch rode her in the chair.
Instead, she felt everything in her mind, her soul existing in the mere present while her heart swelled to witness Mitch enjoy every second to its fullest.
The best thing? This wasn’t a performance. Not that Mitch everliedduring her performances, whether with Vanessa or on her own. Vanessa knew better than anyone that Mitch often used the energy from her audience to enhance her own pleasure as she crescendoed toward climax. Together alone? Every gasp of breath and moan of satisfying disbelief was forthem.
Vanessa didn’t need to feel anything where it didn’t matter. All she needed was that beautiful look on Mitch’s face as she expended her energy all over her Mistress’s body.
She was in control of the motions and the mood. If Mitch wanted to completely lose herself and transcend this reality for another, then Vanessa let her. If she came back down to Earth a little longer to leave a kiss on her Mistress’s face, then Vanessa welcomed it. They were a united force in all things love, including the hedonistic method of Mitch’s current madness.
No one mistook this woman for a virgin, and that was one of the things Vanessa loved about her. Mitch knew what she wanted, how she liked it, andwhoshe wanted it from. Out of all the women in the city, of all the Mistresses in the world, it was Vanessa who had Mitch in her lap, sweaty bangs plastered to her forehead and hips working to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
“I know you’re not done.” Vanessa grabbed the hook in Mitch’s collar again when she slowed down to catch her breath. “Then again, even if you came, I’d make you keep going.”
Vanessa’s finger was extended high enough for Mitch to lightly lick with her lazy tongue. “I have to pace myself,” she cheekily said with shaking breath.
“Since when? I’ve seen you go for a whole fucking hour.”
“It’s not that kind of night.”
“Then what kind of night is it?”
Mitch stretched her arms above her head, hips circling in her Mistress’s lap. “This kind.”
“I could change that at a drop of the hat.”
Those hands came down on either side of Vanessa’s head. “I need you.” Mitch paused, eyes closing as she swallowed her physical feelings. “Only you crack open the shit hardening… everything in me.”
“How do I do that?”
“By freeing me.”
