11. Jamie

Chapter 11

Jamie

“ P lease,” Jamie whimpered, her body on the verge of giving up. “How much longer?”

Etta sat in the corner of their room, drinking God knew what as she took in the sight before her. Namely, her girlfriend, Jamie, strung up to a hook in the ceiling with her clothes torn away and a spreader bar keeping her bent knees apart.

The woman had been an insatiable animal all night. If taking Jamie in the office like that hadn’t been enough, she then dragged her upstairs for more fun .

First, she tore Jamie’s clothes and tied her to the hook, having her drink as they listened to Helen and Monique make intense love down the hall.

That was the part that drove Jamie wild. Not only being fucked by the gorgeous Etta. Not only being watched by her girlfriend. But to be told that Etta couldn’t get enough of her, that she wanted to blow Jamie's mind. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

When Kathleen Allen and Ira Mathison started going at it next door for an ungodly long time, Etta thought it appropriate to bring out the nipple clamps and watch Jamie wiggle in frustration while someone sat and had her drink.

If before was about Etta asserting dominance, now was about asserting Jamie’s arousal for the scenarios around them.

“You’ll stay like that until you’re ready,” Etta revealed. She had finished her drink and now stood, refilling it at the wet bar in the corner of the playroom. Or was it a bedroom? Shit, Jamie didn’t know. “I want to make sure my flower doesn’t lose her petals too soon.”

Sometimes she took the floral metaphors too far.

On the other hand, this was the hardest they had played in a long while. They usually didn’t get too kinky in their love life. Kissing, cuddles, hard thrusting between the legs… well, sometimes that felt kinky, and Jamie remembered that their whole relationship started because Etta wanted to pay her to be a temporary sub. Well, temporary soon changed to permanent, and here Jamie was, being reminded that her girlfriend loved exploring her Domme side at least once a week.

Usually, though, she didn’t take it this far.

“Have I told you tonight that you’re beautiful?” Etta stood in front of the bed, hand in her pocket as she drank her latest round. “You were lovely in the limo today. But I think you might be even more beautiful like this, with your body bare and ready for me.”

Jamie looked her in the eye. She wanted to say something testy, but… that look in the pupil silenced her. Not because she was ever afraid of her girlfriend, but because Etta had an uncanny way of making Jamie’s legs tremble and her heart defer to her . What else do you do around a powerful woman like her? Jamie could never say no.

“You told me earlier,” she admitted. “You’ve told me a few times today.”

“I’m sure I don’t say it enough, though.” Etta held the rim of her glass up to Jamie’s lips, helping her take a sip before finishing the drink for herself. The alcohol burned. I need it, though. Jamie needed to relax so she could better take whatever Etta wanted to give her.

Probably not only her body, although Jamie assumed that it was coming at any moment.

“I need to tell you more often, though. I like it when you’re confident. If telling you you’re beautiful—which you are, of course—makes you more confident, then I’ll be more than happy to tell you fifteen more times tonight.” Etta grinned. “You’re beautiful.”

Jamie smiled wanly back at her. It would’ve been bigger, but her strength was in reserve. “What do you think is most beautiful… right now?”

Their eyes locked as Etta considered her question. They stayed locked until they began wandering up and down Jamie’s naked, pinched body. The spreader. The clamps. The hands strung up above her. There wasn’t a region of her body that wasn’t currently enjoying the pleasures of pain and discomfort. Once upon a time, they bothered Jamie, but she quickly acclimated. Now she was proud to call herself Etta Coleman’s submissive girlfriend… when the time was right.

The time was right tonight.

“Naturally, all of you is beautiful.” That was too diplomatic of an answer. “Although, if I had to pick the first thing turning me on right now… it’s those clamps, my flower. They make your nipples look divine. And I can only imagine how good they feel pinching you.”

She had no idea. Jamie was rather numb to it now, but when she jostled the slightest, here came the pinching pain that Etta knew she desired. It would’ve felt better coming from her fingers, though.

“Then of course there’s the way you’re waiting for me.” She said this, and then a long, arduous wail erupted in the other room. Now that sounds painful. It sounded like poor Kathleen was being forced into multiple orgasms. Haha. Forced . Multiple orgasms. Before she got into kink with Etta, Jamie would’ve thought that was an oxymoron.

When they both finally heard Ira erupt in a loud, equally arduous torrent of relief, Etta looked away with a smile trying to crack on her face.

Impetuous Jamie would’ve teased her at home. With the binds and clamps off. With the collar off. “Like what you hear in the other room? Yeah, let’s go watch.” Etta didn’t take Jamie to the local BDSM club enough. Jamie didn’t even know about its existence until after she moved in with Etta, who did not care for exhibitionism, making her girlfriend scream in private notwithstanding. She also admitted to not being much of a voyeur, which was what the club catered to, but the few times she took Jamie? I had no idea watching other people have sex—let alone kinky sex—could be so hot. The intricate binds. The deference. The lust and power exhibited at every turn. People on leashes and crawling on their hands and knees, shirtless and kowtowing to a woman’s unbridled sexuality. Lots of the elite went there to hook up and watch others get off. Sure, there were private rooms aplenty—and Etta took Jamie to one of those exactly once—but if Jamie went to the BDSM club, she was hoping for a display, whether it be on the stage or in a shadowy corner.

I saw so much oral sex. She may have even been inspired to indulge in it as well, but Etta declined. She didn’t like showing off in front of others. I don’t get it. Her body is hot enough to intimidate me …

So, to see Etta enjoying the raucous, bawdy sounds in the other room threw Jamie off.”

“Forgive me, my flower,” she said, face straight again. “That caught me off guard.”

Jamie sighed. “Me too.” Then, braving her irritation, “Too bad we couldn’t watch it. I would’ve liked to see how another couple goes about their business in the bedroom.”

“Would you?” Etta crossed her arms after putting down her empty glass. “That surprises me, my flower. Last time I took you to the club, you seemed… embarrassed.”

“Forgive me, I wasn’t prepared for something like that. Now I think I might be.”

“Well, it’s too late. I think they’re done in there. Although…” Etta scratched her chin, smiling. “What position do you think they were in, my flower?”

Jamie grinned back at her. Her shoulders started to hurt, but she could ignore it—for now. “She was doing her from behind, of course.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure about that? Were you able to see something that I couldn’t?”

“Hardly. I could tell from how she sounded. She was kind of muffled like her mouth was against the bed.”

“Very nice.” Etta approached, flicking one of the clamps. “Is that what you would like me to do to you, Jamie?” Her voice practically melted in Jamie’s ear. “Do you want me to take you down from your binds, flip you over, and take you for myself like that? Like an animal? Like a…” She leaned in closer, breath hitting Jamie’s earlobe. “Beast?”

She shuddered, remembering how Etta bent her over the couch earlier. God, that was so good! Jamie wouldn’t lie. That was one of her favorite positions. She liked any position that let Etta take total control and treat her like the eager vessel of desire. The woman knew how to hump!

“Maybe…” Jamie bit her lip. “But that’s how you did me earlier, ma’am. I’d rather switch it up a little. Know what I mean?”

“Of course. I was thinking the same thing.” Etta brushed her hand against Jamie’s thigh. “There are so many ways for me to take my beautiful rose. Sometimes it’s nice to ask her opinion, though.”

“I am happy with anything, ma’am.” Jamie experienced that ache deep in the pit of her stomach. Her frustration from earlier was still in dire need of being sated. She needed Etta to kiss her. She needed Etta to fuck her, like this, from behind, on the bed, whatever. Above all, she needed to feel Etta inside her, proving how much she desired to have her body, mind, and soul. I want to feel how much she loves me . No other woman had ever fucked her the way Etta did. It wasn’t simply rough, intense, and passionate. It was full of unbridled love—the kind of sex a woman could only have with the one she wanted for life—and determined to make her feel it.

“Let’s switch these out.” Gently, Etta removed the nipple clamps, blowing cool breath against one. The heavy clamps fell to the floor. Etta grabbed the bag she brought whenever they traveled. Inside, along with a few other goodies, were crystal-stringed clamps that didn’t pinch as hard but still made Jamie feel that sting of pain and pleasure.

Etta kissed them for luck before clamping Jamie’s hard nipples.

“There. Beyond beauty.” Etta stepped back, admiring the way the crystals twinkled in the light as they dangled between Jamie’s breasts. “Have I told you tonight that you’re beautiful?”

Gimme a break.

Jamie’s thought was cut short when a whining wail came from across the hall. It was not the first time she heard it that night. In fact, she heard it off and on ever since they came to bed an hour ago. What the fuck is that? At first, Jamie was able to ignore it. Then it intensified. Or maybe Ira and Kathleen had overpowered it. I wouldn’t mind listening to some of that instead.

“Do you hear that?” Jamie asked as Etta wrapped her tongue around her ear. Jamie wanted to give in to her kiss, her touch, but it was nearly impossible with that other distraction going on. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard it.”

“Ignore it, Jamie.” That wasn’t an order.

“Etta…” Her tongue was deep in Jamie’s ear, hand squeezing the underside of her breast. “I think someone else is having sex.”

“No shit. They can go forever, you know.”

“Who can?”

Etta stood back, a look of disbelief on her otherwise composed face. “You don’t know who that is? You must be smitten with me this weekend. Or weren’t paying attention in that car ride.”

“What?”

She shook her head. “Never mind. Don’t pay it any mind. Unless it turns you on.”

Well, if it was sex… “If I could, I would listen to all these people go at it all night.”

“Remind me of this the next time I suggest we watch erotic movies in the evening.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

Jamie blushed. “You can’t smell porn.”

“Oh, my sweet, sweet flower.” That devilish grin on Etta’s face almost killed her… especially when she put her hands on either side of Jamie, bringing her forward. “You really are a naughty girl. I’ve gotta take you back to that club.”

“Yes. You do. Etta, you have turned me into a big pervert. I wanna watch other people fuck and bang until they pass out. The more moans, the better!”

“You know, we could make that happen on our own time. Like right now.”

“Don’t remind me, ma’am. Unless you’re about to make it happen.”

“Oh, I could. Or I could torture you some more until you’re so far gone that I have no choice but to fuck you.”

Great.

“You know, earlier… I was pretty jealous of those other women, wasn’t I?”

“You don’t have to tell me, ma’am.” Boy, didn’t Jamie feel that earlier. Etta was going to fuck her until the other Dommes knew her sexual prowess. If only Jamie got the full brunt of it. “And now they’ve tried proving it to you. Do you think it’s a coincidence those others have been so loud with their subs tonight? Our neighbors alone almost broke that bed.”

“I don’t doubt it. You sure are hung up on those two over there, though.” Etta pressed her thumbs against the inside of Jamie’s thighs, on the verge of pinching them like her nipples were pinched. “Could it be you’re thinking of another Domme, my flower?”

“What? No…” Jamie shook her head as hard as she dared. “I would never, ma’am. You’re the only Mistress for me.”

“Nevertheless, I’m sure hearing a woman get it like that has you wondering what it feels like… from them.” Etta’s thumb brushed against Jamie’s wet slit, sending a wave of shivers throughout her body. Jamie moaned, willing Etta to sink her fingers into her and attempt to give her sexual relief. “Every dominant does it differently, as I’m sure you know. I wonder how Kathleen Allen would make short work of you.”

Jamie didn’t. Okay… maybe she did. A little. Come on, I’m human! She would never flirt with Kathleen, let alone respond to any advances she might throw Jamie’s way, but she had glanced at her more than once that night. This was someone who didn’t care much for women who dressed like they were about to head to the corner country club. You know, like Helen. She had also seen Ira around before, sporting their business suits, but tonight they wore that sweater and a pair of jeans that were more function than style. They were here to be comfortable. That was how they dressed on their days off. Sometimes, Etta would strut around the house in jeans and a hoodie, but… that was rare. I love someone in jeans. She also caught a glimpse of the toned body Ira hid beneath their sweater when Kathleen played with the hem of it, her fingers scratching her partner’s ribs.

Shit, shit, stop thinking about them…

If they were single, Jamie would have probably responded to either Kathleen or Ira’s hypothetical advances. She was happy with Etta, but… she couldn’t deny how handsome Ira was… and how well they could please their icy girlfriend. Plus, they’re good enough to dominate another Domme. Jamie’s eyes glazed over. Kathleen Allen didn’t seem the type to be satisfied with mediocre sex.

“My flower,” Etta’s voice suddenly cut in. “You’re drooling. If I knew you wanted them that badly, I would’ve suggested we wife-swap tonight.” Her voice was humorous enough to tell Jamie that she didn’t mean it. “Uh, Jamie…”

She snapped out of her fantasy. “I’m sorry, ma’am! I promise I wasn’t…”

“Shh.” Etta put her finger on Jamie’s lips. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s perfectly natural to let your mind wander to other people. I am sure you’ve thought of many others while we’ve been together. I’m secure enough to know that doesn’t mean you’d sleep with them. But…” Her fingers cupped around Jamie’s slit, stroking her clit ever so lightly. Sighing, Jamie closed her eyes. “It does make me a tiny bit jealous. How could it not? You’re mine, my flower. No one else could ever have you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re perfectly satisfied, both in and out of bed. Even if that means letting you imagine others doing God knows what to you and making a mess of your beautiful body.”

She had such a way with words. Yet Jamie giggled, reassuring Etta as she had been reassured. “Only you could make me beg for that, ma’am.”

“That’s what you say until you’ve got some other Domme trying to make you theirs. We’re all animals, my sweet.” One finger pushed into her. Jamie trembled, her binds shaking above her head. “We dominants will use you as props to outdo each other whenever our desires get in our way. That’s what this whole night has been about, for fuck’s sake.”

Jamie could barely contain herself. Between her girlfriend’s finger fucking and the thought of other Dommes sniffing around her, wanting to drag her away and fuck her – maybe even in front of Etta – Jamie was ready to fully explore different realms of ecstasy. I’m gonna scream the loudest tonight. “All right, ma’am, you’ve caught me. I’ve been fantasizing about them all night.” What a lie. Yet now she could convince herself otherwise – for Etta’s sake.

“Go on.” Etta sank her finger deeper, taking Jamie past the second knuckle. Jamie gently grinded against her, imagining it was not only Etta’s finger but some other dominant’s. This is either gonna be awesome or my utter demise tonight . Who knew what Etta had planned?

“Tell me more about what this Domme is doing to you in your head.”

Where to begin? Jamie didn’t know much about Ira – or even Helen, for that matter – beyond what she saw around their social circles. She knew Ira was a Domme with a reputation for hard and fast sex, at least until they started dating Kathleen. Amazing how women can soften someone. Even another Domme.

She also knew Ira was an attractive key player in the family business. Jamie would be impressed that Ira wasn’t even thirty yet, but the same could almost be said about Etta, who was self-made, not an heir like Ira. So, my girlfriend is better already. Or at least more impressive. If Jamie was going to play the evo-psych game, that was way more important!

So Ira was handsome. They were a Domme. And they were successful in business to the point nobody questioned the nepotism that helped them succeed. Oh, and they were handsome. And funny. And handsome. I guess I think someone’s handsome.

When it came to these sexual situations, that’s all Jamie cared about anyway. A sharp, distinguished face, good hair, nice clothes, and the confidence to carry one’s self as a Domme in private life . I mean, did I mention that Ira bagged a badass Domme?

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Jamie,” Etta said, dryly. “But whatever you’re thinking is working on this end. Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Go deeper with whatever you’re imagining .”

“Are you sure?”

“I gave you an order, didn’t I?”

Yes, she sure did. And Jamie knew by now that she did not disobey one of her Domme’s orders. If Etta told her to fantasize about another person, then that’s what she did!

She wasn’t sure what she was fantasizing about, exactly. Everything was a giant blur of sex, flirtation, more sex, and the sounds of other people making love in the most hedonistic ways possible. There were many entering her mind and leaving again. They all wanted her. She wanted all of them. No matter what she did, what she said, or where she went in her mind, these other people tracked her down and fucked her.

Etta helped her with that in the real world. As soon as she and Jamie’s hips found a rhythm, Etta slipped in another finger and fucked her harder.

“That’s it, my pretty flower,” Etta growled into her ear. Jamie opened her eyes enough to see her girlfriend draw a strap-on from beneath the bed, the dark silicone smooth and shining in the dim light. Oh, my God . Jamie’s core clenched as she imagined Etta going at her until they were both done. Please. Pleeeaaaase!

“Come for me, Jamie.”

With permission granted, Jamie threw herself back into her fantasies, where she was the most desired woman in the world wherever she went. People couldn’t keep their hands off her. Women were furious that they couldn’t be her – or do her, too. Jamie only had to walk three feet in the halls of Jem’s mansion and find herself pinned against the wall, someone having their way with her until she came.

It was the stuff of horror in real life. In fantasy land, where Etta finger fucked her, Jamie was in absolute heaven.

“Oh…” Etta was deep within her, both fingers filling her just right as they hunted down her not-so-elusive G-spot. Jamie slammed her hips down, letting the nipple clamps bite her breasts and the spreader keep her legs apart for Etta’s touch. This was almost hotter than Etta having her way with her in the office downstairs. Almost. “Oh!”

She came, crying out in surprise as her inner walls squeezed Etta’s fingers. That hand wasn’t enough to contain how turned on Jamie was that night.

It got on her hands. On Jamie’s thighs. All over the bed beneath her, and certainly on the spreader bar keeping her legs apart. Etta stilled her fingers, coaxing the last of Jamie’s wetness out before pulling free and whistling at how hot she was.

“Damn. Thinking about other people gets you going. You don’t do that often.”

Jamie opened her eyes. Etta’s strap-on pointed at her, unused. What I would give to play with that thing right now. God knew Etta deserved it after what she made Jamie’s body do.

“I wasn’t thinking about one person…”

“Oh?” There was a bite to Etta’s tone.

“Heaven’s no, ma’am. I thought about everyone I knew taking turns with me.”

Etta stepped back, the smile fading from her face. “That so?” She unclasped the spreader bar from Jamie’s legs, tossing it onto the floor. Jamie’s legs pushed together, reveling in how good it felt to not be forced apart any longer. “My delicate flower wants to be the town pony. How does one reconcile that? In the bedroom, no less?”

“I have lofty goals, ma’am.”

“Uh-huh.” Etta wasn’t playful any longer. She dropped Jamie from her binds and watched her fall to the bed, the comforter absorbing her fall – although it couldn’t stop the clamps from pinching her nipples even harder. “You might have taken it too far, Jamie. I’ll have to show the world who owns your ass.”

Good. Jamie didn’t need reminding, but she also didn’t mind her Domme putting on a show mostly for her sake.

Etta finished undressing, letting her trousers hit the floor, her shirt following, and her underwear almost landing on Jamie’s face. Seeing Etta completely free made Jamie antsier for her rough way of loving.

Except Etta didn’t take her right there. Instead, she tossed herself onto the bed, making Jamie jump a whole inch, her weightlessness confounded by her bound wrists.

“Get over here,” Etta growled. “Put your pussy on my face.”

That didn’t sound like the kind of thing a Domme looking to teach her a lesson would say. Jamie wasn’t going to disobey, though. She pulled herself over to her Domme, her Mistress, her lover. She straddled her sore thighs over Etta’s face and lowered herself, gasping when hands clasped on her hips and brought her nub down onto eager lips.

She cried out when Etta slapped her ass as her tongue wrapped around her exposed clit. All right, I see where this is going… Jamie spread her bound hands on Etta’s abdomen, feeling the soft skin, the ticklish hair trailing down toward her loins. Etta wasn’t the hairiest woman around, but she was enough to incite Jamie’s imagination. She loved letting her fingers wander through Etta’s dark hair in search of her pussy. Ready, waiting, calling to Jamie’s mouth. The strap-on was even still left to the side, giving her full clearance.

Pretty obvious what Etta wanted, wasn’t it?

“Fuck…” Her hips grinded against Etta’s mouth, rubbing her clit and opening all over her tongue. Etta’s hands squeezed her, pulling her closer. Jamie was afraid her girlfriend would suffocate. Whatever, she’s a big girl who knows her limits.

The crystal strings of the nipple clamps draped across Etta’s stomach as Jamie slowly leaned forward and ran her tongue along the hidden mound beneath her face. The heady scent of lust–for her, no less– hit her before she sensed anything else. Even though Etta shuddered beneath Jamie’s spread legs, she persisted, almost unaware, willing herself to take more of Etta’s pleasure into her control. It wasn’t her first time doing the sixty-nine tango, but every time Jamie had to reorient herself to taking it at a new angle. When they started dating almost a year ago, one of Etta’s favorite things to ask for was Jamie’s oral services. And boy, did I fine-tune those.

Yet it was difficult doing it this way. Or should she say… a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with bound wrists, but there was the matter of her pussy being invaded time and again by Etta’s experienced tongue. Etta filled her as easily as her fingers did—not as deeply, but more than satisfactorily. It was even worse when her tongue pushed against Jamie’s clit, savoring it, clinching it between her lips until Jamie started crying in exquisite agony.

Jamie forgot herself as she dipped her finger into the depths of her girlfriend’s body.

Etta pulled her lips away to mutter, breathless. "What are you doing?"

Jamie touched her tongue to her lips, savoring Etta's taste, and replied, "Giving my Mistress what she wants."

Etta didn't say anything to that, but when Jamie lowered herself once again, Etta's tongue met her halfway. It danced around Jamie's clit, tickling its sensitive edges, making her shiver. And if Jamie had to do the same with Etta's pussy, then she would, even if it made her out of sorts. She was going to enjoy her Mistress's pleasure, despite it being so intimate that she felt like her heart would burst.

Etta's taste coated Jamie's mouth, and she savored every bit of it, relishing in the moans she pulled from Etta. She couldn't be sure if it was because of how she ate her out or the fact that she was pleasuring her in the first place. Either way, Jamie was doing well by her Domme… if certain sounds were to be trusted.

“Come for me, ma’am. “She wanted to feel Etta all over her skin. She wanted to orgasm the exact moment Etta did. She imagined her face covered in her girlfriend. Etta didn’t do that often. “Come all over my face.”

Etta stopped devouring Jamie’s pussy long enough to push her hips off and say, “Fuck that. I’ve got better plans.”

Thank God. Etta pushed her into the bed. Etta rose, pulling Jamie’s legs over the edge until her ass nearly hung off. With the strap-on dangling from her hand, Etta stalked to their bag, pulled out a few yards of silk rope, and returned with only one purpose. Jamie saw it in her eyes.

“Sit still and obey,” Etta said. “If you sit still and take what you deserve, I’ll make sure you get the satisfaction you want. Understand?”

Jamie nodded. Fuck yes.

Etta bent Jamie’s knees and pulled them up. The silk rope wound around her ankles, tight, keeping them far apart and her pussy fully exposed. Oh, shit. Arousal claimed Jamie, anticipation on the verge of killing her if Etta didn’t save her soon. She clutched her bound hands to her chest—until Etta tore her bindings apart, wrapped her arms beneath Jamie’s hips, and retied the binds. I can’t move!

“Look at you. Such a sexual creature, whether you intend it or not.” The way Etta spoke nearly stole the breath from Jamie. Yet her chest rapidly rose and fell, the crystals spreading across her skin as if she were a valuable gift meant to be nothing more than an elaborate, expensive sex toy. Yes! Once Jamie hit that headspace, there was no stopping her. She would get down on her knees and beg for anything… assuming she could move at all.

She sucked in her lips and whimpered, “Are you going to fuck me, ma’am?”

Etta appeared uncomfortably excited as she gripped the strap-on, taunting Jamie. “I will if you promise to think of no one but me while I use you.”

Use me . Etta wasn’t even playing. She saw Jamie as nothing but a useful sub right now, and fuck! Jamie was ready for that kind of fury. This was a woman so wound up that she wasn’t about to hold back. Did that frighten Jamie? Once upon a time, that would have scared her, but now she knew she had nothing to fear. Etta would take good care of her. She would push her to limits she barely knew she had, but Etta would also save her.

“You’re the only one, ma’am,” Jamie said, still whimpering. “You’re the only one I want for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t intend to be so sappy, but how could it be helped? It was those kinds of moments that reminded her of how much she loved Etta.

“My sweet flower.” Those hearty growls made Jamie’s eyes roll back into her head. Etta pulled apart her nether lips, spreading her opening, teasing it with the strap-on as it pushed in.

“You’re the only woman I want.”

She thrust into Jamie.

Overpowered. That was the only word to describe what Jamie felt at that moment. This wasn’t her girlfriend entering her for lovemaking—for their mutual pleasure. This was her Domme taking back what was hers and driving Jamie to the rim of madness. Her intense, determined thrusts not only reached deep into Jamie’s body but shook her to the point the crystal chains rattled on her skin.

Her mouth fell open, her breath caught in a torrential storm between her chest and throat. So caught off guard. So caught unaware that Jamie had no idea how to parse the sensations overtaking her body and rebranding her as the property of Etta Coleman.

It wasn’t just her loins she claimed. It was her abdomen, her breasts, her throat, her cheeks, her mind, her heart, her arms and legs… her soul. From top to bottom, Jamie was coerced back into Etta’s possession. No longer was Jamie allowed to wander and lust after other people. No other could dream of touching her. What Etta wanted, Etta took. If she wanted Jamie’s pussy, fine. She could have it whenever she wanted. But this? This was Etta reaffirming that every part of Jamie belonged to her now… and forever.

Of course, it helped that it felt damn good!

“Do you feel that? Do you feel it inside you?” Etta held the strap-on in Jamie, pushing as far back as she could go while her hands claimed Jamie’s hips. “That sensation is what I give to you. It’s how you know you’re mine.”

Her voice thundered in the room—or maybe that was Jamie’s perception as she tried to parse a million sensations at once.

“Yes…” she said, meekly. “I feel it…”

“You feel what?”

She gasped. “My belonging to you, ma’am.”

“And you know that you belong to me?”

“Yes! I belong to you, ma’am!”

“You’re mine to do whatever the hell I want to, right?”

“Yes!” She nearly sobbed, her body shuddering in delight even though she tingled in sweet anguish. “Don’t stop!”

“Oh? You don’t want me to stop?” Etta’s hands moved up Jamie’s stomach, snatching the bottom of her breasts and squeezing them until the clamps almost popped off her nipples. “Why’s that? Tell me why you need me right now.”

Hell, where to begin?

Jamie spat out the first thing to come to mind. “Because I need you to fuck me.”

Etta snorted. The woman was close to climaxing, and yet here she was, taking her time to fuck not just Jamie’s body, but with her head too. “Am I the only one you want?”

“Yes! You’re…”

Apparently, Etta didn’t need more words. Or she was so overcome with lust that she couldn’t help but drive back into Jamie, fucking her with such strength that she perpetually cried out and slammed her eyes shut to the blinding lights around her.

Etta didn’t need her to say more words, but that did not mean she stayed silent.

She called her names. Filthy, nasty names that would piss Jamie off to hear in any other situation. Yet when Etta got her so hot and bothered, this was the only cure for her sexual ailments. The last thing Jamie wanted to be called was something nice . She wanted a long, hard ride that left her unable to walk the next day. She wanted to be ridden so wet that almost anyone could come up and take her, no matter their demeanor or lack of inhibitions. She wanted to be told that all of this made her nothing more than filthy words that no one called a respectable woman. Because Jamie wasn’t respectable. She had sex for money for a whole six months. With this woman. A woman whose first conversation with her was to offer her said money in exchange for said sex.

In these moments, Jamie would always feel like Etta’s…

“Oh, shit!” That mere thought made her explode, the core of her body so warm and stimulated that the good feelings spread through her quickly, staking every inch of her until she was shuddering out of control beneath Etta’s body. While Etta continued to fuck her through her orgasm, growling, grunting, and urging her to come harder while she screamed in ecstasy, the clamps took Jamie to new heights. The filthy words falling from Etta’s lips reminded her of her place as a fucktoy. As soon as Jamie came down from her high, Etta could go back to being her loving girlfriend. For now, her body only existed to please her girlfriend.

Jamie had never felt as small as when Etta finally came.

She also had never felt as loved as when Etta lowered her forehead and touched it to hers, riding out her climax with her eyes gazing deep into Jamie’s.

She said something. Probably a variation of “I love you,” but Jamie was on another planet, her mind completely focused on the feeling that they belonged to one another.

She crashed from her high as quickly as she soared to it. One moment she was riding in nirvana, and the next she was back on Earth, exhausted, spent, and oh so used.

Etta collapsed, gasping for breath. No wonder. Jamie was so clamped up that there was no way she was letting Etta get away from her anytime soon. She asked to have her hands untied, and the moment Etta lazily freed her, she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders and sighed.

“That was a lot of screaming,” Etta mumbled into the comforter. “Is your throat okay?”

No. It wasn’t. Jamie would be lucky to speak the next day – let alone walk.

Etta eventually got up, grinning, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking herself from Jamie’s skin. God, that is always so fucking hot . If she weren’t so spent between the legs, Jamie would beg Etta to fuck her again. There was something about a woman confidently tasting herself that got Jamie hot again.

“Well, that was good.” Etta ripped the binds before collapsing onto the bed next to Jamie. “I think I’m done for the next three days.”

“Lies,” she said sleepily. “You’ll be fucking me again tomorrow. Or at least my mouth.”

Etta chuckled. “What a tragedy that would be, indeed.”

Jamie closed her eyes and rolled against her girlfriend. As she was about to doze off, however, she heard that haunting howl and groaned. “I get it now,” Jamie mumbled. “Oh, Lord, tomorrow is going to be awkward.”

She received a pat on the shoulder. “At least the focus will be off us.”

“Seems like the last thing you want.”

“Maybe. We’ll be mushroom picking anyway.”

Jamie groaned again.

She stepped out of the shower an hour later, ready for bed. After yawning heartily, Jamie finished wrapping a robe around her body and put her hair up in a tight, wet knot. She eventually needed to blow-dry her hair, but first, she wanted to kiss Etta.

She found her, all right. In their room, wearing pajamas. Etta swiped through screens on her tablet, muttering beneath her breath.

“Why did I listen to her? I needed work done this weekend…”

Jamie wrapped her arms around Etta from behind, her strong scent overcoming the senses that were previously commanded by shampoo and body wash.

“What’s wrong?”

“Natasha said she would finish these charts for me tonight, but I see they haven’t been done. Or at least there are no new updates to my cloud.”

Jamie backed off and looked at the blank tablet. “You told her to take the night off.”

“Not quite. I told her something else could wait until tomorrow.”

“You’re overworking her.”

Etta rolled her eyes. “Not this weekend I’m not…”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. I shouldn’t say anything more.”

“Well, if you need her to do it that badly…” Jamie snatched the tablet from her hand and walked toward the bedroom door. “I’ll talk to her. Assuming she’s not in bed yet.”

Jamie opened the door and stepped into the empty hall.

“Wait!”

Too late. Jamie was two doors down across the hall, where Natasha was staying in another guest room. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

“Ho God!”

Jamie stopped in the lit doorway. There, in the guest bed, was not one person, but two.

“What are you doing?” Natasha hissed from beneath the covers. Beside her, Eve got over her embarrassment and curled her hands behind her head. She was naked. They were both naked. “Get outta here!”

Natasha picked up a book and flung it at Jamie, who leaped back into the hall and slammed the door shut behind her.

Etta stood in their guest room doorway, looking smugger than usual.

“Told you.”

Jamie stole into their room and nearly threw herself beneath the covers. “What the hell, Etta! You knew and didn’t tell me?”

She joined her on the bed. “You didn’t give me time. Someone was determined.”

“Was that the…”

“I figured it was Natasha making those sounds a while ago. Remember the Fourth of July picnic where she got smashed and told us that she moans like a ghost when she’s having sex?”

“No!” Jamie had been a bit smashed too. How could I forget something like that, though?

“Oh. Well.”

“But I thought she didn’t care for Eve…” The woman was at Etta’s office occasionally, and used such opportunities to flirt. Although Natasha said she found Eve attractive yet intimidating, Jamie didn’t expect anything to happen if Natasha hadn’t accepted a date after months . “I’m confused.”

“I was talking to Helen earlier, and she said she brought her sister on this trip because she’s suffering from a lot of stress. I brought up that she and my secretary kinda go back. Helen and I may or may not have fanned some flames… I thought Natasha would get her work done first…”

“I can’t believe it. My girlfriend, the matchmaker.” Jamie jumped off the bed and went to the vanity to comb out her hair. After it fell from her twist, she continued, “Surprised you didn’t try to get front-row seats.”

Etta shrugged. “I was a bit preoccupied. With you.”

“Matchmaking me with your pussy.”

“Yes.”

Snarls and tangles pulled at Jamie’s scalp as she ferociously combed. “Is there anyone in this house who wasn’t fucking like an animal tonight?”

“Out of everyone who came here tonight?” Etta grinned. “No. And who would have it any other way?”