Chapter Twenty #3
“Good,” Daphne said firmly but softly, and April’s eyes went completely black. “Keep looking at me.”
“Yes, Ms. Love,” April said, right before Daphne popped the crop against April’s other thigh.
April’s eyes fluttered closed, but she opened them again quickly and followed Daphne’s directions. Daphne had the urge to say Good girl, but instead she simply moved the crop north to April’s ass and snapped it swiftly through the air.
April smiled at that one.
A coy smile. An Is that all you got smile.
Daphne laughed, then popped it again on the other cheek, harder this time, and April’s smile vanished, along with her breath.
“That’s what I thought,” Daphne whispered, then used the crop again, the hard crack echoing around them.
April’s cheeks were flushed, her mouth open a little.
They watched each other again for a few seconds, a sort of standoff.
And then Daphne wasn’t sure who even made the first move.
But suddenly, April had gotten up, and Daphne was putting away the toys while April sprayed the bench with cleanser, wiping quickly before tossing the paper towel into the trash by the supply table.
Then they were moving, April leading the way, her fingers tangled with Daphne’s. They went upstairs, through the living room, smiling and waving goodbye—Sasha simply saluted them with one finger from the couch—but never slowing down.
Not for one damn second.
They tumbled into April’s car, and the thirty-minute drive back to Cloverwild felt interminable.
They didn’t speak. Daphne hardly dared to breathe as she clutched the handle over the passenger door, her entire body like a live wire.
Music played through April’s phone, something moody and gay, but Daphne didn’t register much beyond the movement of the car, the way her own heart seemed to have left her chest, pumping everywhere else in her body except for beneath her ribs.
When they finally pulled into the Cloverwild staff lot, they both spilled out of the car, walking quickly to their cabin.
The night was cool and cloudy, and Daphne felt a few raindrops on her arms as they climbed the stairs to their porch.
April used her key card to unlock the door and then they were inside just as the rain started to fall a bit harder.
Daphne closed the door, pressed her back against the wood.
She was breathing heavily. She had no idea why.
They hadn’t run. Had walked a bit briskly, maybe, but that didn’t feel like the reason her lungs were suddenly having a hard time communicating with her brain.
Bianca and Bob both mewed sleepily from April’s bed, and Daphne had never been so glad the two cats hadn’t gotten up to greet them.
April tossed her bag and keys onto her dresser, then turned around to face Daphne. The room was dimly lit, the small lamp on Daphne’s bedside table the only light, coating the space and April’s features in a golden glow.
The rain plinked onto the cabin’s tin roof.
They still hadn’t said a word since they’d left Stone’s basement. And Daphne didn’t want to change that. She didn’t want words or questions. She didn’t want soft and subtle and slow.
They moved at the same time, as though April had been thinking the exact same thing, colliding in the middle of the room in a blur of mouths and teeth and tongues.
Daphne cupped April’s face, then raked her nails through her hair, tugging at the roots a little.
April moaned—the only sound Daphne did want to hear, over and over—and clutched at the waist of Daphne’s black dress.
Her hands felt perfect, like water in a desert, and Daphne wanted them everywhere all at once.
And April obliged.
She spread her fingers over Daphne’s ribs, then up to her tits, squeezing and plucking at her nipples.
Daphne had to rip her mouth from April’s to cry out, to get some air in her lungs.
April’s lips were on her neck now, and she moved them toward the desk by the window as her hands climbed higher, scraping Daphne’s spaghetti straps off her shoulders just as Daphne’s butt hit the desk chair.
April paused only to shove the chair out of the way, then climbed onto the desk and spread her legs, pulling Daphne between them.
Daphne went, her hands sliding up April’s thighs, thumbs digging into the creases where her hips met her legs.
She wanted more, deeper, wanted these leather pants in a puddle on the floor, but she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even ask as April finished her work with Daphne’s dress, pulling the bodice down until her tits were free.
Daphne gasped as April pushed her breasts together, her mouth finding her nipples, tongue swirling, teeth grazing.
Daphne tilted her head back, her mouth open.
She wanted to beg April to touch her, to make her come, but before she could even start to form a sentence, April’s right hand trailed up her thigh and under her dress, April reading her mind again.
Not that it was hard.
Daphne’s thoughts were very obvious, her hips pushing against April’s hands, nothing but desperate whimpering sounds rolling out of her throat.
April didn’t make her wait long. She pressed her thumb against Daphne’s cotton underwear, circling up and then back down, spreading the mess Daphne’s arousal had already made.
“Fuck,” Daphne said, the first word between them. The right word though. The only word.
April took her nipple in her mouth again, sucking and licking as her fingers pushed aside Daphne’s underwear and slid through her wet pussy. Daphne could hear how wet she was, completely soaked, and April groaned against her tits as she worked Daphne’s clit.
“Fuck,” Daphne said again, widening her legs. “Yes. Please.”
April still didn’t say a word. Instead, she slipped a finger inside Daphne, and then two, and Daphne nearly levitated off the floor.
She humped April’s hand, desperate and needy, gripping her shoulders for leverage.
April pushed her away a little, but just long enough to close her own legs, then pull one of Daphne’s over her own hip so that Daphne was balancing on one foot.
The angle though.
Daphne yelled another expletive at the ceiling as April’s fingers slid even deeper into her cunt, curling and pumping, fucking her so good, Daphne felt dizzy.
She’d felt dizzy every day since she’d met April Evans, it was true, and god, she loved it. Every spin and twist, and right now, all she wanted was to come on April’s fingers.
April adjusted her wrist, her thumb pressing perfectly on Daphne’s clit, and Daphne came so hard, her vision went dark for a second.
She’d felt it building, but then it exploded, a shock.
She gripped April’s shoulders, falling forward as the one leg she stood on gave out.
April’s other hand was tight around her waist, holding her up.
Daphne kept waiting for the feeling to stop, for this to end and for April to pull away, but April kept fucking her, her fingers going even deeper, thumb circling right under her clit, and Daphne came again with her face buried in April’s neck, her lavender hair a tangled mess in her eyes.
April held her for a few seconds while she caught her breath, while she came down. Finally, April slipped her fingers free, and Daphne pushed back to look at her.
April grinned, then opened her mouth to say something, but Daphne wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
She put two fingers to April’s mouth.
April’s eyes went wide, but she obeyed.
“Good girl,” Daphne whispered, and April released her own desperate whimper from deep in her chest.
And god, the sound of it made Daphne feel absolutely feral. She’d come hard twice, but she felt just as needy as she had before April had even touched her, just as desperate to make April feel the same way.
Maybe even more.
She removed her fingers from April’s lips and placed one hand between her breasts, pushing her back until she was leaning against the window, then unbuttoned her leather pants.
She unzipped them, then made April lift up so she could get them over her butt and down her legs.
She ripped them off her ankles, threw them into a corner of the room, then spread April’s legs wide.
She groaned at the sight—lacy black underwear.
April leaned back on her elbows, smirking. Daphne lifted a brow. In about ten seconds, she was going to make April eat that smirk.
Daphne walked to her bed and grabbed a pillow, then came back and flopped it on the floor in front of the desk before kneeling, her hands on April’s knees.
“Oh, fuck,” April said.
Daphne didn’t respond.
Not with words anyway.
She’d waited too long for this, dreamed about it, touched herself multiple times by this point, imagining the way April smelled, how she tasted. She wasn’t about to waste time talking.
She spread April’s legs wider, her hands slicking down her thighs as she pressed close.
She nosed April’s center, that lacy material scratching at her skin.
Daphne hooked her arms under April’s thighs, her palms flat against the top of her ass, pulling her as close as Daphne could possibly get her.
She inhaled, breathing in April’s arousal, then licked right up her center, a hard press of her tongue.
“Oh my god,” April said, her head falling back.
Daphne could taste April through the lace, feel how wet she was, and it was the hottest thing Daphne had maybe ever experienced. She and Elena had shared a pretty vibrant sex life, and Daphne, even in her limited experience, loved eating pussy and knew she was good at it.
But this.
April Evans.
Well, that was it, wasn’t it?
This wasn’t Elena. This wasn’t anyone except April.
Daphne moaned against her, and April plunged her hand into Daphne’s hair, pulling just enough to make Daphne feel even more feral. She lapped at April’s cunt, swirling her tongue and using her teeth to pluck at the lace for more friction.
“Please,” April said, her hips pumping against Daphne’s mouth. “Fuck, Daphne, please.”
Daphne wanted to give her everything. She wanted to rip that lace right off, bury her face skin to skin, but she was going to make April come like this first. There was something incredibly hot about April begging and Daphne acquiescing in slow, tortuous steps.
So when April tried to pull her underwear to the side, Daphne grabbed her hand and held it palm down on the desk, her tongue working even harder over that lace.
“Oh, god,” April said. “Daphne, fuck.”
Daphne hummed and licked, using her lips and teeth too, pulling April so tight against her she could barely breathe, but god, what a fucking way to go.
“I’m gonna come,” April said, hips at a wild pace now. “Oh, fuck, Daph—”
She went silent for a second, her mouth open as her body shuddered under Daphne’s mouth.
She tossed her head back and screamed. That was the only word for it.
She screamed, Daphne’s name and fuck, fuck, fuck mixing together in the most perfect cocktail.
It made Daphne feel so wild, she didn’t even wait for April to come down.
Instead, she shoved aside that underwear, literally ripping the left side in the process, and put her mouth directly on April’s gorgeous pussy.
“God, fuck, Daphne,” April said, bucking against her, but after that, there were no intelligible words. She leaned back farther on the desk, nearly lying down now, one hand still buried in Daphne’s hair, and rutted against Daphne’s face.
Daphne slid her tongue inside, pumping in and out of her with her nose bumping April’s clit until she came again. April’s legs locked up, closing around Daphne’s ears, her cries nothing but a raspy moan this time.
She shuddered a few more times as Daphne slowed her touch, kissing gently now, grazing her hands softly down April’s thighs to her knees.
April still jolted, giggling this time. She was fully lying down on the desk now, her head resting against the window at an angle that couldn’t be comfortable, but when Daphne looked up from between her legs, she was smiling.
“What the fuck was that, Love?” she asked, still out of breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess, the back of it sticking to the window as the rain pelted the glass.
Daphne laughed, then pressed a kiss to the inside of April’s thigh, which also resulted in a giggle. Then she stood up, her hands braced on April’s knees.
“That?” She leaned between April’s legs and slid her fingertips down April’s thighs so that her thumbs rested right on either side of her pussy. “That was just a preview.”
April’s mouth dropped open, and god, Daphne loved this. She didn’t know who she was right now, where this domme energy came from, but she never wanted it to end.
She smiled, her own cheeks flaming hot as well, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t shy. She was excited. Empowered.
She was happy.
She pulled back, then tilted her head as she smiled at April. “Do you have any toys?”