Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

Leaving the Dungeon had felt a little awkward. Bex had managed to rescue her blazer from where she'd tossed it across the sofa, and Faith had straightened her dress, and tried to tidy her hair so it didn't give off "just been fucked vibes" quite so much.

The two of them had smiled shyly at the tattooed security guard as they'd walked by, and he'd smiled back at them, nodding at them over the top of his book—which appeared to be a romance novel.

They held hands in the elevator way up to the third floor, and Bex started planning all the ways in which she was going to make this delightful for Faith. But she needn't have bothered because the moment they entered Faith's suite, she backed Bex up against the wall and kissed her.

Turned out that Bex loved it when Faith backed her up against the wall and kissed her.

It did all kinds of funny things to her knees.

Faith's enthusiasm, and the little desperate whimpers she emitted as they kissed, were overwhelmingly adorable. So much so that Bex's knees threatened to give way altogether.

It wasn't that she was trying to take charge though—if you didn't understand who Faith was, what she wanted, Bex supposed it could have been interpreted as topping from the bottom, but she understood that wasn't what this was.

This was pure, unadulterated joy.

Bex was reminded of those peals of laughter whilst she'd flogged Faith earlier.

Sex had always been fun—kink even more so—but she'd never experienced it as joyous before.

Faith broke away and laughed. "Come on, my bed's this way."

It was Bex's turn to back Faith up, but this time it wasn't against a wall, she kept guiding Faith backward until the mattress of the bed met the back of Faith's knees.

"Oops," laughed Faith, and Bex slipped her hand into Faith's hair and pulled the other woman flush against her.

"Are you ready?"

Trusting eyes blinked up at her. "Absolutely. Are you ready?"

Was she? Bex wasn't entirely certain sleeping with Faith wouldn't completely upend her life, but there was an insistent tugging in her heart that told her this was happening, so she was going to have to get used to it, and sharpish.

"Strip for me," Bex said, and stepped back to watch Faith shed her clothes, as she started on the buttons of her own blazer.

Faith couldn't meet her eyes as she shyly slipped the dress from her shoulders, and stepped out of it, leaving her clad only in black-lace knickers and a matching bra, and those adorable ballet flats. And then she toed her shoes off and in doing so, she took Bex's breath away.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," Bex told her. "So delicious. I can't wait to eat you all up."

Faith's gaze flew upward and caught on Bex's bra.

The light in the suite was better than in the Dungeon, and as Faith was no longer tied up to a St. Andrew's Cross, she could take in all of Bex. And there was a lot of Bex to take in. She wasn't usually self-conscious about her full-figure—she'd had enough women begging to sub for her at Riley's club to have zero doubts about her hotness—but somehow, she felt vulnerable in this moment.

Faith must have sensed something because she moved close and slipped her arm around Bex's waist. "I wish you could see yourself the way I do." She stepped back and deliberately looked over Bex.

Bex found herself ducking her head, barely breathing as if awaiting Faith's approval.

When the other woman stepped back, her finger under Bex's chin coaxed her gaze upward until she could see Faith's smile. "I cannot wait for you to ravish me."

She wasn't sure what to say, how to even speak after those words.

Faith slipped her underwear down and off, sat on the bed, took off her bra and leaned back and looked at Bex. "Your turn to strip for me."

Bex didn't sub.

She didn't switch.

She just didn't.

But for Faith she found herself reaching behind and taking off her bra, and Faith's sharp gasp on an inbreath was a wonderful reward. "Like what you see?" Her shy grin at the other woman added levity to the moment, and she felt a bit more comfortable. This wasn't about Faith topping her—it was about the two of them being vulnerable with each other .

"Fuck yes," said Faith, slipping to her knees at the foot of the bed and reaching up to roll down Bex's tights. Her hands were cool and dry, not as soft as the rest of her, but as they grazed her skin, Bex couldn't help but gasp.

"I want to taste you."

She looked down and Faith was staring up at her, smiling softly.

"I thought I'm the one in charge here," Bex said, but she was laughing.

"You are," said Faith. "And I would like the opportunity to worship you."

Bex took Faith's hands and pulled her up to standing. "How about this—I lay you back and feast my fill, and then after, I sit on your face and ride your tongue?"

The delight in Faith's face was utterly endearing. "I think I'd be okay with that."

"Good," said Bex.

Faith bounced backward on the bed, and then scooted up the mattress in the most endearing wriggly manner. "Come on then." She spread her legs. "Come feast."