8. Nadine
8
NADINE
N adine adjusted the cuffs of her tailored blouse as she stepped into the sleek, minimalist office of Cassandra Wynter. The entire space exuded an air of sophistication. It had crisp white walls with striking fashion photography that spoke to a classic elegance Nadine seldom encountered in her own startup, Pulse Media. Nadine was young for a CEO, but her ingenuity commanded attention. Today, however, she felt an unusual nervousness.
She couldn’t get her last sexual encounter with Cassandra out of her head.
She had gone home that night and found a small dildo she could put in her ass that felt in some way like Cassandra’s magical finger and she had touched her clitoris until she had come fast and furious with Cassandra’s icy blue eyes flashing in her brain and Cassandra’s mocking words blaring in her ears.
They had resisted each other since then, but every night in her own bed, Nadine was getting herself off thinking of Cassandra.
It wasn’t wise to get back into things with Cassandra and it seemed Cassandra must be thinking the same, as they had kept things professional ever since. But, Nadine knew she had a problem. She was obsessed with the intensity of their connection. How had she never thought of submission as something she wanted to explore before?
She wanted to explore it now. That was for sure. But, not with Cassandra, surely not. It would be a disaster waiting to happen if they continued.
As she entered, Cassandra was animatedly flipping through pages of a mood board, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. “Nadine! You’re just in time!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve been thinking about how we can marry our aesthetics…the modern vibrancy of Pulse Media with the timeless elegance of Wynter.”
Nadine smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing. They’d been collaborating for a few weeks, combining Wynter Fashion’s classic reputation with the youthful flair that Pulse Media championed. Initially, she’d feared that their different styles might clash, but now, as they sat together at the polished conference table, creative ideas flowed between them effortlessly.
As they sketched concepts and debated color palettes, Nadine marveled at Cassandra’s depth of knowledge about classic fashion principles. She knew so much about the cuts, stitches, and history woven into each piece. It was a language Nadine had never fully appreciated until now. And in return, she introduced Cassandra to the virtual world of social media, where trends shifted like sand, and an influencer could make or break a brand overnight.
“I had no idea the impact of TikTok could be so substantial,” Cassandra remarked, her brows furrowed in concentration. “You mean to tell me someone can post a dance video, and it can lead to a spike in sales? How fascinating!”
Nadine chuckled, her eyes glimmering with enthusiasm. “It’s all about capturing the moment. It’s unpredictable and exhilarating. You have to be willing to take risks.” She leaned forward, energized by the possibilities unfolding before them. “Imagine an influencer walking in wearing a classic Wynter dress while framing it in a trendy, relatable context. It could be transformative for both our brands.”
Cassandra nodded, her blue eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she jotted down notes. “And what if we paired that with a limited edition collection that draws from the trends of the past, but infuses them with new life? A modern take on retro styles!”
The ideas continued to flow, and each meeting sparked more creativity, leading them to draft a plan that was starting to feel bigger than what Elara Silver wanted. It had the potential to turn into a collaboration of its own. They designed campaigns that captured the essence of youth through vibrant visuals layered with the rich history of their brands.
Time slipped away as they dove deeper into their collaborative bubble. Nadine found herself increasingly impressed by Cassandra’s intuitive grasp of fashion’s foundations. The way she spoke about silhouettes and textiles reminded Nadine of the artistry that often got drowned out by social media analytics.
One particularly productive afternoon, as they unraveled a complex marketing strategy that incorporated nostalgic elements with contemporary designs, Nadine glanced at Cassandra and couldn’t help but voice a thought that had been simmering in her mind for a while. “You know, I always thought that fashion was about looking forward. But here we are, creating something that’s rooted in history. It’s almost poetic.”
Cassandra smiled, her expression warm. “And yet it feels fresh at the same time. We’re not just blending styles; we’re cultivating a culture where past meets present. I never expected to learn so much from this collaboration.”
It was an energy Nadine had not anticipated. They navigated the boundaries of past and future with ease, both women enhancing each other’s strengths. With every passing week, the lines between their worlds blurred, and Nadine felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t realized she craved.
As their partnership flourished, so did a friendship that transcended the boardroom. They shared coffee runs, late-night brainstorming sessions, and amused exchanges about their lives outside of work. Cassandra, with her poised confidence, often served as a counterbalance to Nadine’s more spontaneous nature. In return, Nadine’s innovative spirit prompted Cassandra to reevaluate her approaches to creating fashion in a rapidly evolving world.
Finally, the day arrived for the launch of their joint collection: an exclusive film shoot at Silver Resorts and Residences. This successful partnership had expanded her horizons and fortified her love for fashion beyond mere trends. And as she caught a glimpse of Cassandra through the crowd, chatting animatedly with a well-known influencer, Nadine realized that they had not only combined their businesses, but had also grown a mutual respect and admiration that made their collaboration truly remarkable. This wasn’t just business for her. It was a journey of growth, and it felt like they were only just getting started.
Their sexual thing could wait. Or be over completely. As sad as it made Nadine, she knew what they were doing was so much more important than just sex. Although it frustrated her like all hell that Cassandra had never mentioned it since that day on the boardroom table. Why hadn’t she mentioned it? Why was there still this sexual tension between them? Nadine resolved to find out.
Nadine leaned back in her chair after they returned to Wynter headquarters that night, rubbing her temples. Exhaustion was heavy in the air. They’d been entrenched in their schedules for hours, directing the film shoot and smoothing out the details for what felt like an eternity.
Nadine had always been drawn to Cassandra’s brilliance. But as their project progressed, Nadine couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that their professional relationship was skirting dangerously close to something more intimate. She’d noticed fleeting glances, small touches during moments of closeness, and the subtle sexual tension that was still in the air whenever they were together.
“Cassandra,” Nadine began, her voice steady despite the emotions churning within her, “can we talk about this? I feel like we’ve built something productive together, but it hasn’t gone beyond the surface.”
Cassandra looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes. “What do you mean?”
Nadine took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “We’ve been at this for weeks. I know we’ve been focused, but I can’t help but wonder why we haven’t allowed ourselves any more… intimacy.” The word lingered between them, heavy yet hopeful.
Cassandra’s expression shifted, and Nadine saw a variety of emotions cross her face. “Nadine, I—” She hesitated, breaking eye contact. Maybe it was the day’s fatigue, or perhaps it was the honesty of the moment, but Cassandra sighed deeply. “Alright. Why don’t we grab dinner? Just to talk, of course. And I suppose that would be less lonely than eating alone.”
After a moment of contemplation, the tension broke, and Nadine saw a flicker of eagerness in Cassandra’s demeanor as she reluctantly agreed. They made their way to a nearby upscale hotel, where the atmosphere hinted at the possibilities that lay ahead of them.
Just as Cassandra was about to explain her feelings, the waiter approached their table with a bright smile. “Good evening, ladies! Can I get you started with some drinks?”
Nadine saw relief wash over Cassandra’s face as she quickly shifted her focus to the waiter. “I’ll have sparkling water, please, with fresh lime.” she said, obviously grateful for the distraction. Nadine wished Cassandra could explain why she was hesitant to talk about this. Maybe the thought of being vulnerable scared her. Maybe she just wasn’t ready to let that part of her show. It was so strange that one minute, Cassandra had been so full on with all the sex and dominance and then… nothing. All professionalism. And building something else that went beyond professionalism. Maybe even a friendship. There was an ease to their connection when Cassandra’s ice queen power mask slipped away.
“Same for me, thanks!” Nadine added enthusiastically. But even as the waiter walked away, she shot Cassandra a knowing look.
“So, back to what you were saying,” Nadine said, her voice gentle but firm. “About feeling lonely. I really want to hear more about that.” She reached across the table to touch Cassandra’s hand, hoping to offer some comfort. Cassandra didn’t move her hand.
Cassandra hesitated. “I mean, it’s just life, right? We all have our ups and downs,” she responded, quickly changing the subject as she straightened the napkin on her lap. “Work has been going well though, lately.”
Nadine sighed softly, but didn’t let the conversation shift so easily. “Cassandra, please. It’s okay to feel lonely. Everyone does sometimes. I just want to help.”
The food finally arrived, a welcome interruption. Plates of pasta and fresh garlic bread were placed before them, the steam curling up invitingly. Nadine’s stomach grumbled, but the curiosity in her heart didn’t lighten. She picked up her fork and twirled the pasta on her plate.
“This looks amazing!” Cassandra said, forcing a smile and taking a bite.
“It really does!” Nadine agreed, digging into her meal. But she kept her gaze on Cassandra, her brows knitting together with concern. “You know, you can talk to me about anything. I’m your friend now, Cass. I want to help you feel less lonely.”
“Thanks, Nadine,” she said softly, looking down at her plate. “I just…it’s hard to explain, you know?”
“I get that,” Nadine replied, her voice encouraging. “But I believe in you. No pressure, but I’m here for you whenever you’re ready to talk about it. We can make a night out of it if that’s what it takes. Just the two of us, a movie, and ice cream, whatever you want.”
Cassandra smiled slightly, appreciating the offer. “That sounds good. I’ll think about it,” she promised.
Seated at a table lit with flickering candles, the conversation felt more appealing than the food. Nadine watched Cassandra slice her salmon, not saying anything as they ate in comfortable silence for a while.
It was hard. Cassandra was so guarded. So frustrating. Both sexually and personally. Nadine wanted desperately to get beyond her walls.
“Cassandra,” Nadine encouraged gently, “tell me what’s on your mind.”
The words finally spilled out of Cassandra. She sat up a little straighter, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s just…I’ve convinced myself that love and vulnerability are distractions. At fifty-two, I feel like I’m too late to the show for any kind of relationship.”
Nadine’s heart ached. “You’re not too late. Love isn’t something that adheres to a timeline,” she said honestly. “We get to decide what we want, regardless of age. I see the hurt in your eyes, and I want you to know that you don’t have to carry it alone.”
Cassandra’s blue eyes looked around the room, trying to hold back unshed tears. Nadine reached across the table, allowing her fingers to brush against Cassandra’s. The simple gesture ignited a spark between them. “You don’t understand,” Cassandra continued, her voice thick with emotion. “Opening up feels terrifying. Being guarded has kept me safe, but at a cost. I’m lonely, Nadine. More than I ever let on. And I realized when having sex with you, how much I wanted it. How much I wanted more. It started off as just a game, but then I just felt overcome with all these feelings that I couldn’t control. So I shut them down. And I had to shut the sex down, too. I’m sorry for that.”
Nadine felt a surge of empathy and determination. “You don’t have to be alone. We can explore this connection we have. We can build something together, if you let me in.”
Cassandra peered at her silently, the vulnerability hanging in the air as tangible as their empty plates. Nadine could almost see the wheels turning in her mind, the struggle between risk and self-preservation.
A beat passed before Cassandra spoke again, her voice steadying. “I’ve spent so many years building walls…but there’s a part of me that wants to break them down. I want to trust again, to feel something again. But, I worry I will hurt you. That I won’t be capable of giving you what you need.” Her blue eyes looked more honest than they ever had.
Nadine smiled softly, her heart soaring. “We could try. We could try it together. There’s no pressure! We’re just two people who understand one another and have an incredible sexual chemistry, trying to navigate this unpredictable world.”
As the waiter cleared their plates, Nadine took a deep breath, summoning her courage. “Cassandra, can I come over to your place?” she asked, the urgency in her voice betraying her calm demeanor.
Cassandra paused, her brows knitting together in contemplation. “Nadine, we just wrapped up a big project. You need to rest, not push yourself more.”
“It’s not about work,” Nadine said, leaning forward, her heart racing. “It’s…unfair. The last time we were together sexually, you left me hanging right before I finished. It’s been driving me crazy. All this time working with you, being so close, wanting you so much….” Her voice softened, laced with vulnerability. “I thought maybe you might feel the same? Maybe we could start to try with some sex?”
Cassandra’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise and something else Nadine couldn’t quite place. “You probably had other women finish the job. You’re the big shot, after all,” she replied, her tone teasing but concealing a hint of something deeper. Was jealousy causing this accusation?
“No, I swear,” Nadine replied quickly, defensiveness creeping in. “I’ve been focused on work. I’m not seeing anybody. I can’t stop thinking about you.” The words tumbled out with sincerity, conveying the loneliness that had crept into her life since their last encounter.
Cassandra’s gaze softened, and Nadine could sense the walls she had around her heart beginning to falter. “I’m just…I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if I want to complicate things between us, more than they are already,” Cassandra admitted, her voice a whisper.
Nadine felt a pang of disappointment, but continued to push for what she desperately wanted. “But what if I need you? What if we could explore this without complicating everything? Just one night, an escape from reality.”
Cassandra stared at her, the weight of their histories hanging heavily in the air. The air between them crackled with chemistry and promise. She knew Cassandra wanted her. She had seen Cassandra’s gaze flitting over her breasts repeatedly through dinner.
After a moment, Cassandra sighed. “Fine. I’m not ready to have you at my place, but I suppose I could take you to a hotel room for the night.”
Excitement simmered just beneath the surface as they stepped into the luxurious hotel room. The scent of expensive perfume lingered, and soft music played in the background.
They wandered through the space, Cassandra’s fingers trailing along the plush furnishings while Nadine admired the view of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She loved that feature—it reminded her of Cassandra’s office.
“This place is stunning,” Nadine remarked, attempting to lighten the mood, though her gaze wandered to Cassandra, who stood at the window.
“It’s just a hotel room,” Cassandra replied, though there was an unmistakable glow in her eyes. “But it feels different, doesn’t it?”
Nadine nodded, the weight of unsaid words and unfulfilled desires hanging between them. She took a step closer, her heart pounding as she reached out to touch Cassandra’s arm. “Different in the best way.”
Cassandra turned to face her, eyes locking onto Nadine’s with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, the world outside faded once again. All that existed was the uncharted territory stretching before them. Nadine hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Cassandra’s body—wanting to explore every inch of it with her hands and mouth.
“I want to please you, Cassandra, I want that so desperately.” She looked into Cassandra’s eyes knowing her own gaze was laced with need.
“I really want to taste you again,” Her memories of tasting Cassandra and being used for Cassandra’s pleasure had not disappeared. It felt like only yesterday, but she yearned for it.
She instinctively dropped to her knees, looking up at Cassandra.
“Please, Mistress,” she said in earnest. “Let me make you happy.”
Nadine could see Cassandra’s face deep in thought, perhaps as to how she wanted this to go.
“Take off your dress and lie on your back,” Cassandra commanded and Nadine moved eagerly and instinctively to obey her. She quickly positioned herself nude and willing on her back on the luxurious carpet enjoying the feel of it against her naked back.
She watched Cassandra as she calmly moved around the beautiful hotel room, adjusting the lighting to her preference, slipping her heels off. She caught out of the corner of her eye, Cassandra removing something that glinted in the light from her handbag and she wondered what it was. It looked like metal. Stainless steel perhaps. Cassandra had laid it on the bed.
Cassandra was taking her time, as was her way of things and as much as it drove Nadine crazy with her desire, it also was so very erotic.
Cassandra was so graceful as she moved around the room. She was wearing a blue shift dress that matched her eyes. Classically beautiful as ever. Nadine watched as she slowly removed her jewellery.
Nadine could feel her pussy getting wet with the want and need that had been building for so long.
She watched as Cassandra rolled down her pantyhose. They were sheer and revealed her beautiful legs as she went. God, she was so sexy.
Her eyes were glued to Cassandra as she unzipped her dress and shimmied her shoulders out of it before letting it drop. She elegantly stepped out of it, before laying it neatly on the bed.
Nadine looked at her body, tall and lithe and full of grace, in classically beautiful lemon-colored lace lingerie. She had never seen this much of Cassandra’s body before and she was here for it. She watched as Cassandra unclasped her bra, as slowly and unhurried as ever and removed the straps one by one allowing her breasts to spill free. Her breasts were small and pert with pale pink nipples on her pale skin. Her body in every way was almost the opposite of Nadine’s. All pale with long clean lines, whereas Nadine’s skin was much darker and every part of her body full of curves.
Maybe we always want what we don’t have ourselves, Nadine thought to herself.
Cassandra’s beautifully manicured hands moved to the waistband of her panties before rolling them down and stepping out of them and lining them up neatly with the rest of her clothes on the bed.
Nadine had noticed her beautifully manicured hands many times in the boardroom and admired how she kept a lovely french manicure whilst still keeping her nails short.
And thank god for that.
Long nails on a lesbian were not Nadine’s idea of a good time.
Cassandra, still unhurried moved towards the bed again. Nadine got a great view of the slight curve of her ass.
Unlike Nadine, Cassandra never wore tight clothes, so it felt like a precious gift to get to see what was underneath.
As Cassandra turned, Nadine noticed the barely visible blonde strands of pubic hair, neatly waxed into shape. Of course, just as immaculate as the rest of her, not like the wild dark curls that persisted between Nadine’s own legs. Somewhat tamed, for sure. But still they were pretty curly and wild.
Nadine also noticed what was in one of Cassandra’s hands. It was the metal item from her handbag that had glinted in the light. It was a beautifully curved item made from stainless steel that Nadine knew by the shape had to be a butt plug.
She had never used one in real life, but given what Cassandra had so far done to her sexually, just about everything that Nadine was craving involved anal penetration, so she felt super turned on just looking at it.
In her other hand she held what had to be a tube of lube.
“Do you know what this is?” Cassandra asked, holding the item up to the light.
“A butt plug?” Nadine asked, curiously.
“It certainly is,” Cassandra replied. “Not just any butt plug either. It is handmade by artists of their crafts. As you might see, it is a work of art, I would happily display it as an ornament in my home.”
Nadine laughed. “Only the best,” she said.
Cassandra smiled slyly. “Of course. I actually helped design it and had it made for you. Weeks ago. Before I got my cold feet. So, I am happy it will fulfil its destiny this evening.”
“Open your legs,” Cassandra commanded and Nadine obeyed immediately.
Cassandra knelt between them and squeezed some of the lube onto her fingers before using them to transfer it to Nadine’s ass. It felt cold as it touched her and Nadine tried to relax as Cassandra’s fingers began to work their magic around Nadine’s asshole.
Nadine felt Cassandra’s fingers teasing and circling her anus. She had never felt more open, more vulnerable, more exposed than she did now. And ultimately, so turned on. So very very turned on.
She looked up and saw Cassandra’s eyes, her pupils dilated, full of lust and want.
“Relax, baby. Relax and let me take you there.” Cassandra’s voice was a low earthy growl.
Nadine smiled to herself as she tipped her head back.
She felt Cassandra’s slippery finger pushing into her ass, and her ass opening to receive her.
“Oh… god…” she cried out.
It felt incredible. She had never imagined this to be something she wanted, and yet now, there was nothing she wanted more.
She felt another finger joining the first, more pushing, more probing as though to begin to open her up. Her body was more than willing to open up for Cassandra, it seemed.
Slowly, she felt the fingers pulling out of her and then a cold hard pressure at her anus. It could only be one thing- the steel butt plug was about to push into her.
“I’ve never taken anything like that before,” she murmured, lost in the want for it. Would she enjoy it as much as the fingers? She hoped so.
“You’ll take it for me now, sweetheart. You are such a good girl, all open and ready for me.” Nadine felt pressure as the toy pushed at her entrance.
She felt herself literally opening for it.
“Oh.. fuck…” she heard herself gasping the words.
“Such a good girl, opening your ass wide for me.” Cassandra’s words were as smooth as silk. There was something about hearing her talk dirty that was just as erotic as anything Cassandra did to her physically.
Nadine felt more pressure as the plug slid inside of her followed by an immediate fullness as it was clearly all the way in. It felt heavy inside of her. She could feel every inch of it’s cold hardness stimulating her deep inside.
“Now your sweet ass is full of the toy I had made for you, I’m going to sit on your face and take my own pleasure on your face. If you want to touch your clitoris, you can, but make sure you don’t come before me.”
Nadine’s eyes opened wide to check she had heard right.
Oh holy hell.
Cassandra moved around towards her head getting ready to straddle it. This was more than Nadine could ever have hoped for. Her mind was in overdrive.
“Put your tongue out for me sweetheart. I’m going to come in your mouth and you will swallow every drop.”
Nadine opened her mouth and put her tongue out and she felt her own right hand moving instinctively to touch her clitoris as Cassandra swung her right leg over Nadine’s head and began to lower herself onto Nadine’s tongue. She was overcome with sensation as suddenly all she could smell, feel, taste was Cassandra’s tongue.
Within seconds she could barely breathe as Cassandra pressed down on her, Nadine felt her tongue sliding inside Cassandra, then over her anus, over her clitoris, as Cassandra began to grind back and forth over her face.
Cassandra’s moans became louder. Nadine had to hold off on touching her clit because she felt so very close to orgasm.
Nadine knew Cassandra was getting close to her own release. She felt Cassandra’s body becoming tense and beginning to shake. She felt Cassandra’s grinding into her face becoming more urgent.
Suddenly, Cassandra cried out loudly, tensing and climaxing and gushing hard into Nadine’s waiting mouth. Nadine spluttered and swallowed eagerly, desperate to take everything she had, desperate to swallow all of her pleasure.
Meanwhile she felt herself burning hotly, so close to the edge. She could feel the weight of the metal plug stretching her. She touched her fingers lightly to her own clitoris and began to lick to clean up every remnant of Cassandra’s pleasure from her pussy and her inner thighs.
Cassandra smeared down lightly dragging herself over Nadine’s face, clearly enjoying the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
“Good girl, swallowing all of Mistress’s come. You are such a good sweet slutty girl for me…”
Nadine felt herself go crashing over the edge at Cassandra’s words, coming and coming and coming like she never had before. Her body was writhing beneath Cassandra and her own cries were louder than she had ever heard.
Suddenly she felt Cassandra’s hand tightly gripping her hair as she ground down against her face one more time. Within seconds, she was climaxing and squirting in Nadine’s mouth again as though Nadine’s own orgasm had tipped her over the edge.
Nadine swallowed again, her own fingers tight against her clitoris now, she came hard again as she swallowed deeply on the squirt of the beautiful woman above her.
What on earth they had started here, Nadine had no idea, but it was all consuming in a way no sex ever had been before.
Nadine savoured the taste on her tongue as Cassandra raised up and swung her leg elegantly over and Nadine looked up at her.
What a woman.