Chapter 2 #2
Miquela snorted. “I may have been to her place of business a time or two.”
“That so? I helped her fund it when she originally opened the doors. Not that she needs my help any longer. Or her wife’s. Do you know Helen Warner?”
“I have not had the pleasure of meeting her wife yet.”
“She’s a good woman. Way in over her head when it comes to that place. Even I am in absolute awe of what Monique has done with it. Well, you’ve seen it.”
“Indeed, I have.” Miquela wondered if they could have had this conversation with anyone else present, least of all Adele. “There’s a lot to keep a woman entertained there.”
They shared a look of mutual understanding.
Miquela looked at her watch. “I’m afraid I must be going. I have an appointment elsewhere later tonight, and it’s a long drive.”
Etta saw her off. Miquela did not miss another look of understanding in the other woman’s eyes. She knows I’m going to the Manoir and what I’m going there for. The only thing Miquela’s new friend could not have known was who she was off to see.
“Why are you resisting me?” Miquela clutched June’s shoulder, bringing her closer. “You’re so coy tonight.”
June slipped against her, feminine scent killing Miquela inside and out.
Don’t do this to me, June. Was she doing it on purpose?
Was she feigning how difficult it was to turn her on?
Or was it something else? Miquela had come awfully late, even with fair warning.
It was after midnight already. Was she tired?
Was it other clients earlier that night?
June had said there were no other appointments that Friday, but Miquela wasn’t stupid.
“Is it me?” She squeezed June, tighter, hand meandering down her naked breasts and to her wetness below. “You don’t like me anymore.” Miquela teased her, but she wasn’t the greatest actor in these situations. June might have taken her seriously.
June batted her eyelashes. “If it were you, I wouldn’t have been so accommodating, Ms. Bolivar.
” Her breath panted past her lips. Miquela tried to enter her again, but June pulled away, suppressing a giggle in her throat.
Cute. Really cute. “Coming in here so late… acting as if you own me. You think you get to have me whenever you want? You’re not my patron. Yet.”
She would be the one woman in the world still leading Miquela on in the middle of sex.
“I like it when you call me Ms. Bolivar like that. I mean, if we’re playing…
” She seized June’s whole body. Her breasts.
Her stomach. Her hips and legs spread across Miquela’s lap.
For the past five minutes, she had been trying to penetrate her in this position.
Now she realized that what the stars intended was pushing her down onto the bed and playing rough from behind.
What a sly woman. “Do you want to play with me, June? Do you want to get rough? I had been trying to be nice because I had missed you so much.”
“Did you really?” Her body lowered toward hers, but only slightly. June wouldn’t let her in easily. “I have missed you, too. That’s why I want to make this worth my feelings.”
Feelings, huh? June was either telling the truth or so advanced in her seduction game that she didn’t mind dropping an F bomb around a client.
Most women she cavorted with avoided it at all costs.
Put as much emotional distance between themselves and her as possible.
Didn’t realize I liked that word so much.
“Say the word, lovely, and I’ll spare nothing more on you.”
The way her body shivered in Miquela’s grasp almost sent her over the edge. What kind of power did June have over her again?
“Go ahead, Ms. Bolivar.” June was melting in her arms. “Do your worst. Ravage me.”
“Good thing I remember your safe word.” Miquela threw her weight back, then forward again.
June toppled to her bed, ass in the air and fingers clutching the beige, glittery gauze hanging around her bed.
Miquela had arrived to find her favorite woman in the same place she had occupied her first night there – shrouded in a penetrable veil, waiting for her.
Only now they knew each other, and what to expect.
Like what Miquela wanted, and what she could deliver.
Always money well spent.
Now there was no awkwardness between them.
Even Miquela could be reserved around a new woman.
She wanted to unleash the barbarian within.
She wanted to show June how she could use her strength to fuel herself, to fuel her with lust. She rarely had the chance to do so, however, unless she traveled to the same place all the time and met with the same women.
Living nearby? There was plenty of time to get to know June… and she was already on her way.
Her cry as Miquela buried her strap-on in her was the most delightful sound all week.
The first assumption people made about Miquela when they learned her preferred dating methods – or lack thereof, in some cases – was that she saw other women as expendable commodities.
The truth couldn’t be farther from that.
The money both brought her closer to women and established much-needed boundaries on both of their parts.
They both knew exactly what to expect. She respected June’s need to make a living and, in turn, Miquela respected her own physical needs.
This didn’t mean it never went in the other direction.
On the contrary, the women Miquela consistently went back to were the ones who seemed to genuinely enjoy being with her, or at least looked forward to her visits.
She believed June when she said she wanted to be with her.
She had teased her more than once about bidding to become her patron.
Miquela did not make assumptions. Whoever the other person was, they must be decent.
June seemed the kind of woman who would put her foot down and choose Miquela automatically if the other person wasn’t amusing enough.
So even though she came in late, arranged for payments to be made, and already knew how much she wanted to tip June for whatever services rendered…
even though the first thing she did was kiss her, grope her, tear her clothes off…
even though she now pulled her hips against hers so she could thrust into her, hard, deep, over and over, listening to her cry into her bed and nearly tear the gauze off the frame…
even though this all transpired, Miquela still thought How can I make her feel the most pleasure possible?
It was both an altruistic thought and a completely selfish one, as most decisions tended to be.
Miquela got no enjoyment from a bored woman who was going through the motions to make a buck, but she also knew that the more fun she had, the more pleasure she experienced, the more she got.
Writhing bodies. Cries so desperate, so beautiful that Miquela responded with more power in her hips.
Her skin was covered in sweat and the result of their carnal union.
June’s hair tangling in her hands and in Miquela’s.
Her damn perfect body wrapped so tightly around Miquela that she couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.
The deeper she sank into her in this position, the more Miquela realized they fit together almost too well.
June accepted her so readily. If there was a problem, whether physical or mental, she told her and they worked it out so they could resume their fun.
She was so trained in effortless communication that sometimes…
Sometimes, Miquela forgot that the woman she had seen all of three times was not her long-term girlfriend.
Adrenaline spiked her heart. Miquela channeled the energy into a well-timed spank against June’s awaiting ass, sending her halfway across the bed with the strap-on still inside her.
Her knuckles were turning white from clutching the edge of the bed so hard.
Her voice was going hoarse. Yet when Miquela momentarily pulled out of her, she had to stop and think whether June had come.
Doesn’t matter. She eagerly slammed back into June to the tune of her singing beautiful praises.
June’s hand was between her legs, stroking her clit as she moaned in the kind of pleasure that broke beds.
No oral sex. Little kissing. This was purely from Miquela’s growing need as she drove up to meet her, and whatever June did to get ready for her.
Was she thinking about me all day? Or was touching herself before I arrived a practical thing to do for her business?
Dangerous to think about such things in the middle of sex.
“Miquela!” June whined, her legs shaking in that strong grip. “Spank me again!”
She did, timing it to the thrust of her hips. June screamed, muffled only by the comforter beneath them.
That was it. Too damn much. Between her whimpers of pleasure and the sensation of her body attempting to drag Miquela down with her…
I’m a goner. Miquela braced herself against June’s shoulders, thrusting as fast as she dared whilst announcing her intentions to make it an unforgettable moment for June.
The grunts they both emitted echoed around the large boudoir and took Miquela to that final place where all that existed was the two of them. It didn’t matter how emotionally separate they were. As of now, they were one entity.
The climax surging through Miquela was torturous relief. She desperately needed to lose it, but it also meant that all this joy, this carnal reverie, was coming to an end. For now, anyway. Soon enough, she would be ready to go again, if June would have her.
Hard to tell. She beheld June’s orgasm as it ripped through her. June’s fingers twisted in her hair as her knees slid across the bed. She instinctively tried to jerk forward, but Miquela held her, determined to make sure she never forgot who had made her feel this good.