Chapter 11 #2
“Tell me you want it,” Sette demanded, fingers digging into June’s ass as she rocked her hips forward, slow and relentless. She was on the brink of climax, but she held back, determined to play this out. “Tell me you want me to come with you.”
June wrapped her arms around Sette’s shoulders, pulling her down, legs locking around her hips. “Come with me,” she whined, nails scratching Sette’s skin. It made Sette completely lose the logical side of her brain and embrace the animal within. “What are you waiting for?”
Seriously. What was she waiting for?
The world became some intangible place Sette didn’t want to deal with. There was her. There was June. There was the mischief they got into whenever they were in the same room. From the moment June first flirted with her, Sette was a goner.
She pushed herself up on her knees and ground down harder, one hand lifting June’s leg to open her wider while the other pinned her shoulder to the bed.
Only a few times in her life had Sette behaved like this with someone.
Uncontrollable. So sexually needy that she couldn’t move any other way but this.
Was it because of who June was? Or was it something else… and was it a terrible thing?
Haha. No way.
Right as June screamed, Sette fell over the edge of reason, her body shuddering as heat flooded through her, then went utterly still. Pleasure and relief combined into one. The sting of lust abated. A switch flipped inside her head… from absolutely desirous to wonderfully sated.
Sette kissed her once more before moving away. June remained lying down, hand brushing through her hair and legs easing shut. She glowed in the after effects of sex.
“Wow.” A harried laugh escaped her body, which quickly returned to panting in exhaustion. “You had to have me, huh?”
Sette stood up, moving her skirt and undergarments back into place. “You could say that. You not into it? That moment said otherwise.”
“I’m into it.” June sat up on her knees, crawling toward the edge of the bed.
Her hair cascaded toward the floor, a look of unadulterated worship overcoming her complexion.
I’m not falling for it. It was a good ego stroke, but Sette knew better than to think a woman thought that about her after only two, three encounters.
A woman like June? Yeah, right. “You can fuck me whenever you want.”
“A woman has bread to earn.” Sette said it cheerily as she pulled her sweater back on, although she didn’t bother to button it up as she returned to her easel.
June, however, frowned. “It’s not always about that, you know.” She stood, going back to the window and resuming her previous pose. “A girl has her preferences. Some women you’d rather be with than others. I would rather be with you than most of the people who come here.”
Do I believe her? Sette picked up her pencil and finished sketching her hair, now tangled. I’ll leave some of those tangles in. “My ego is as big as most, but I’m not going to delude myself into thinking I’m the best lover you ever came across.”
“I barely know you.” She batted her eyelashes. “Although you’re heading up that list.”
Sette snorted. I may be sexually sated right now, but her nudity still kills me. June kept her legs together. A pity. “I appreciate the flattery, June.”
A tiny smile pricked her face as she moved one leg away from the other. Sette’s eyes went instantly to her handiwork. Not bad, not bad.
“I’m not supposed to let you do that, you know,” she said.
“Do what?” She knew. Sette wanted to hear her say it.
That smile was diabolical now. “Take me to Pound Town without discussing things first.”
“Next you’ll tell me I’m supposed to use a condom, too.”
“With anything penetrative, you are. If you ever raid my toy chest…”
“You charge me for the pleasure of both.”
“Of course.” June bit her lip, head cocking to one side. “I don’t let just anyone fuck me like that, you know. It’s technically dangerous.”
“I assure you, I’m clean.” Sette’s hand began to sketch the length of June’s arms. “Unless you mean the other thing with other clients. I’ve got a lot of experience in that. I mean… in case you ever need some off-the-record services in your line of work.”
June laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ve got the best IUD on the market. No babies and no periods. Life’s good.”
“I know about that too.”
“What? Life being good?”
“I actually meant the IUD and no periods part, but that works, too.”
“Have you ever put an IUD in a woman, Ms. Gyno? Got one yourself?”
“A few times, yes. Usually, someone else did that.” She cleared her throat while attempting to concentrate more on the conversation than on June’s glorious nudity. “Never had one, myself. I don’t fancy men, and my hormones have always been all right.”
“Best invention ever, I tell you.”
“I’ll take your word on it.”
When their session ended an hour later, June escaped into the bathroom and emerged in a robe. Sette was halfway through packing up her things when her model slipped her a card.
“I’m coming up for patronage soon,” she said. “Think about it, would you?”
Sette peered into her hand while June wrote up her receipt for the day. Suffice to say, Sette was charged for that glorious orgasm. “Not quite sure I follow.”
“Haven’t you been told about the patron system?”
“Perhaps. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Typical.” June propped an arm on her shoulder and pointed to the card.
“Look it over when you get home. I have it on good authority that a formal announcement will show up in your mailbox sometime soon. I wouldn’t mind having you for a patron at all…
especially if you promise to keep loving on me like that. ”
Sette was familiar with the concept of a patron, sure.
After all, her current trade had a healthy history of patronage.
It was how many of the famous artists of old made their living while they cranked out works of art that would be scrutinized by art history majors in centuries to come.
The idea of being June’s patron, though?
That was strange. Sette would have to look it over later.
“What kind of perks does that come with?”
June winked at her. “I’ll be all yours whenever you want, no extra charge for anything. You could take me out of here whenever you want.”
“Whenever I want, huh?” Sette snaked her arm around June’s waist and brought her into an embrace. “Take you wherever I want… do to you whatever I want… I like this idea.”
“I’ll warn you, Dr. Christie, it’s expensive to have a woman like me on standby for your…” she glanced down at those nipples standing stalwart beneath Sette’s dress, “urges.”
“I don’t doubt it. How could a woman like you possibly come cheap?”
“Haven’t you realized how many breaks I’ve been giving you?
” She rubbed Sette’s chest, playing with the top buttons of her knee-length dress as if she were going to break them open again.
I wouldn’t say no. Instead, she merely kissed Sette, letting her lips linger on hers until she took matters into her own hands.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” June muttered between kisses.
Her expert hands dipped beneath Sette’s skirt and popped open the button above.
When her hand touched Sette’s thigh, she was done for – again.
“Let me show you what kind of wonderful perks you get with June Kingsley.”
She sank to her knees, eyes never leaving hers.
June was a cheeky woman, all right. The more she gave Sette these demonstrations, even if it cost her?
The more she realized that no other woman could compare to what June said and did.
A dangerous thought, but Sette Christie was not exactly someone who was used to meeting amazing women like June.
Even so, was it so terrible that their sexual relationship might remain professional? Sette thought this as June made oral love to her, tongue bringing Sette back to life and her hands traveling up her body, as if June never wanted to let her go.
For the briefest moment, Sette thought that this was how June was with everyone. Yet a small part allowed her to fantasize that she really was that special. Why shouldn’t she be? She had a lot to offer, and not just the money she had hoarded for decades.
Although June would probably like that the most. Like Sette couldn’t deny that she liked this quite a bit, too!