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The submissive cried for mercy when the vibrator was taken to its maximum level. The chains jangled from the ceiling. A weight fell off the chains hanging from the nipple clamps. Every eye in the audience was on her, but it was the dominatrix who had the pleasure of wrapping her arm around the shaking submissive and whispering some sweet nothing into her ear.
Whatever it was took the stranger to a higher plane of her mortal existence. Paige looked on, desperate to understand this new-found feeling inside of her.
But first, she wanted her wife’s finger underneath her underwear.
Chapter 9
Rheadidn’tquestionwhatabout the show had completely riled up her wife, who was one of the first out of her seat when the show was over. Hell, Rhea could barely catch up with her as they raced out of the showroom and Paige caught the attention of an employee. All Rhea heard by the time she made it to them was that all the private rooms were currently taken, and it was a half hour on the waitlist before anything might open.
Although, there were plenty ofopenrooms in the back where they could take their marital lust.
Is this seriously happening?Paige grabbed her wife by the edge of her vest and marched her into those backrooms, where Rhea immediately averted her eyes from the other couples going at it like rabbits, let alone the single voyeurs taking it all in.You’ve gotta be kidding!They had never even made out in public before, let alonehad sex.Wasn’t this going from zero to sixty in renewing some of the spark in their marriage?
Then again… did Rhea give a fuck about that? Her wife was here. She was needy. She was throwing caution to the wind and kissing Rhea like they hadn’t kissed in five years.
They found the coziest corner in an alcove by the busy room. The green walls were dark enough to hide Rhea, but Paige’s pink dress stuck out so much that her wife slammed her into the farthest corner and shielded her from every curious eye.This is mine, everyone.The dark blond curls, the slender legs, and the braless breasts were marked the property of Rhea Mendez-Kennewick, the biggest butch in the club.
Or so she psyched herself up to be when she realized a man could walk into the room at any moment.I’m fine with that. Totally cool.Especially if it meant they realized that they didn’t stand a chance against a woman who knew how the fuck her wife.
Even so, Rhea had to overcome the performance anxiety currently crushing her. At most, she thought they might fool around before packing it in and going home. If Paige was horny enough to have sex in the privacy of their bedroom?Sweet!Rhea was game!
This, though? Rhea had to live in the moment. She sucked in her courage – and she sucked the tender throat in front of her, determined to give her wife everything she wanted.
And it was what Rhea wanted as well. Because as soon as she unwrapped the pink dress and flung herself at her wife’s naked breasts, it was like being a teenager all over again.
Paige was beautiful. She had been lovely when Rhea first saw her on their undergrad campus, and she was gorgeous on their first date at the Santa Monica Pier. She had been a goddess sent to Earth on their wedding day, and an unfathomably stunning woman at home, whether in her work leggings or a pink dress that caught the attention of everyone around her. Her femininity was never questioned, unlike Rhea, who never knew how she truly felt about it. People gazed upon Paige Powell and saw a divine woman with a body straight from mythos and business acumen from legend. She could have easily made a living as a model or, Rhea forbid, a social media influencer who did her makeup perfectly while shilling diet pills and earbuds. But she didn’t. Paige was her own woman. She built her business from the ground up and knew how to pivot when the whole world shut down. Things may have stagnated in the bedroom, but only because Paige was so busy being a badass.
She was definitely a badassnowas she pulled Rhea forward and unzipped her pants.
There were times when a woman did not question her wife’s lustful inhibitions. Never mind how critically out of character it seemed after fifteen years together – or how there had been a particular inciting incident right before this moment in the corner of a sex club.We’ll come here every week if that’s what it takes!Rhea quickly forgot that anyone could stumble upon them and watch at any moment. Hell, she forgot that a song played on the speaker above her head. All Rhea knew was that her wife’s body was open and bare, and she started to touch Rhea where she was most likely to completely disintegrate.
Implode.That’s what happened to Rhea the moment Paige pushed her hand into her wife’s pants. After that, the only things Rhea acknowledged besides her sudden burst of pleasure were the breasts in her face and the whimsical cry of a woman who hadn’t been so sexual inyears.
“Destroy me,” Paige growled into Rhea’s ear only a moment later. “Fuck me like you’ve been aching to all year.”
Certain words held the keys to Rhea’s carefully kept hysteria. The locks came undone with that voice – after that, Rhea was an animal.
She knew she was starved for carnal harmony in her marriage, but what made Rhea even wilder was knowing that her wifewantedthis. Paige wasn’t a mere pillow princess going through the motions to keep the spouse happy: sheneededRhea’s fingers inside of her, daring to dive as deep as they could go while meeting the heady downward thrusts of a woman pushed up against the wall. Rhea had been inside her wife that year, but the experience was far fromthis. It feels like I’m fucking the crazy chick at the party.Until that moment, Rhea hadn’t realized how badly she wanted that experience.
Because Rhea was happy to go either way. She loved getting on top of her wife, and she liked it when Paige took control, too.
Paige had never been such a perfect power bottom.
Rhea understood her assignment.Destroy her.Tear apart the remnants of Paige Powell that refused to wake up and rejoin a sexual society. Rebuild what was left behind. Create the crazed, feminine being vainly attempting to finger Rhea while receiving the best sex of her decade right here in public against a darkened club wall. When Rhea thought about it for too long, she almost snapped out of her haze. Why would she want that? Why would she want anything but Paige’s pleasure?
“Oh, God!” Neck arched and scalp pressing against the wall, Paige completely collapsed around Rhea’s hand, her breasts sweaty and her nipples precariously peaked as she offered herself up to whatever divine oversaw women’s sexual pleasure. Rhea drank it in. It was a sight she so rarely saw, and she never wanted to forget it.
Like she never wanted to forget the kiss that slammed into her only a moment later, Paige offering to reciprocate with a hand down Rhea’s pants.
Never before had Rhea given in so quickly. Because it only took about a minute before her face sank into Paige’s shoulder, the fabric of the pink dress cradling her moan.
Paige had nothing to hide now. Even when Rhea fell to the side, leaning against the dark green wall with her zipper still down, her wife remained completely on display as if she wore a robe at home instead of a dress to the club. More than one surreptitious glance made it her way, and she brushed them off like gnats on her meal.How did I get so lucky with a piece of ass like this?Maybe that was crass, but Rheafeltcrass. She was ready to destroy Paige all over again.
Then one person openly stared at Paige, meeting a guarded gaze that only a woman as self-assured and beautiful as Rhea’s wife could formulate on the spot.
Paige said nothing as the girl in the black sheath dress approached. Although Paige was the naked one, Rhea received equal attention from the young lady with curls as dark as her dress.
“Can I help you?” Paige curtly asked, still disinterested in covering up.
