Chapter 6
June
In truth, Miquela was starting to scare her a little.
Nothing she couldn’t handle. June had been on the receiving end of everyone’s scorn, passion, desire, guilt, and fear.
Miquela was no different. Nope. She had a sad story, like everyone who came to see June.
Sometimes that sad story was, “My father did despicable things to me as a child.” Or, “I saw my sister get hit by a car, and I can never get rid of that image.” Other times it was, “My wife doesn’t want me anymore.
I don’t want her anymore. We can’t get divorced because of these crazy, dumb reasons. ”
Miquela was the same as a hundred others.
The woman she loved was gone. Those stories divided into death and dumped.
If the poor girl hadn’t died a tragic death to send a woman into grieving for the rest of her life, then it was a terrible breakup that left innumerable scars on her heart.
Miquela was no different from those poor sods.
She’s my poor sod, though. June couldn’t help but think that as Miquela kissed her. Kissed her.
Miquela nearly devoured her. Arms wrapped around her body.
Lips marred her delicate skin. Tongue traveled the length of her lingerie strap, from cleavage to throat.
Her scent infused every sense, reporting to her brain.
June knew these scents well. Not just a woman’s perfume, shampoo, or body scent. Her adrenaline. Her pain.
If June wasn’t careful, she would absorb too much of it and be as lost as they were.
I’ve never been in love. The urge to make love rose within her as Miquela squeezed, grabbed, groped, kissed, sucked, and bit.
I think I know what it feels like, though.
That was the thing about her position. She saw people at their lowest, deploring life.
At their highest, celebrating life. She had a window into the heart and psyche that most women would kill to have.
What have I done with it? Besides making money off it.
Once Miquela had her fill of touching and kissing June, she backed away, crop in hand and eyes wild with determination.
Here it came.
“Ah!” June cried out, mostly in pain and a little excitement, as the crop struck her ass. That’s right. I’m Rosa. I’m the bitch who cheated on you and married a man to have his baby. How does that make you feel?
June could take or leave being dominated.
With a regular, like the kind who usually came into her boudoir, it was another thing to do.
They spanked her, twisted her nipples, made her do whatever they wanted…
and she went along with it, knowing how much money it made her.
Sometimes, she got off on it. She understood the appeal of submitting. With the right person, it was amazing.
The way Miquela struck her wasn’t unleashing her demons. It was pleasing June, too.
The fifth whack! was the most erotic. She grabbed June from behind, landing that blow right on her ass as fingers pinched her nipple. A spark of pleasure ripped through her. Then, in that moment, June understood. She understood that this was a woman worth giving her all to.
“One more time,” she pleaded, a sweaty hand spreading across her stomach. “Please, ma’am, strike me once more, as hard as you can.”
Her entire abdomen went numb as soon as a crack hit the air.
She barely felt the pain. At that point, her ass was so numb that there was nothing to feel.
But she sensed Miquela’s intentions. Felt them explode everywhere there was room.
As a woman who hadn’t experienced much love in her life?
There was plenty of room for a woman as big as Miquela.
“No, don’t leave…” What was that? Where had that come from?
Why was she whimpering like a stunned first timer?
What was she? A virgin? Yet when Miquela stepped away from her, dropping the crop on the floor and already panting in her direction, June realized she missed her so much already. “Please, touch me.”
Miquela climbed onto the bed, uncuffing her. Before June had the chance to shake her limbs out, however, she was in Miquela’s musky embrace and on the receiving end of the heaviest kiss she had yet to give her.
“Is this enough for you?” She was somewhere else entirely. Not in June’s room, that was for sure. “Or do you want more of me?”
She shivered. “I want whatever you’ll give me, ma’am.”
“Do you mean that? I want to know that you want me as much as I want you.”
The harder Miquela squeezed her, the easier it was to feel her strap-on pressing against June’s hip. “I do,” she whimpered. “I’m not bullshitting you, Mistress.”
At the utterance of that word, Miquela tilted June’s head up and breathed heavily against her throat.
Her natural scent took over the room. The little flecks of vulnerability in her voice told June that this was the first time in a long while she trusted a woman as much as this.
I’m so sorry that happened to you. You deserve a woman who appreciates everything you give her.
She released June, stepping away but not leaving her side. June fell onto her hands, facing Miquela. “Whatever you want,” she reiterated. “Take whatever you want from me. I’ll give it to you, freely.”
That wasn’t to say she was coming monetarily free that night. Monique would never stand for that, having known what went on in there. I mean emotionally. Whatever she wanted. If June could give it, she would.
Miquela unveiled the strap-on she had brought that night. The only thing harder than that thing is the look on her face. Yes, June was well-acquainted with it now, but with Miquela like this? I’ve got my work cut out for me. “You know what I want, June.”
June’s expert skill garnered her the exact reaction she wanted.
Miquela grabbed her hair, right by her scalp, and pulled until she was whimpering again.
Fingers traveled down her neck. Her legs spread of their own volition, perhaps giving her the ability to remain in this position, but mostly letting her feel how wet and needy she already was.
It didn’t help that Miquela was as desperate as she was.
What was Miquela fueled by? Mere lust? Not likely.
Not just her memories, either, or whatever emotions she dragged from the depths of her subconscious.
Whatever this was blossoming between them, it was feral. Okay. A little civilized. Miquela was a lady, after all.
Ladies totally grabbed the backs of women’s heads and fucked their faces.
June held still, focusing more on her breathing than actively pleasuring her client.
She wasn’t meant to do anything right now, other than exist. She was a vessel.
A conduit. A woman through and through, but a woman who existed to give this other the relief she demanded.
Not like she wasn’t into it, either. I fucking love it.
There was nothing like someone of Miquela’s standing taking complete control and showing her who was the Mistress around there.
June’s nipples hardened, gliding against her bed as the force of Miquela’s thrusts shook her whole body.
Her thighs ran wet, and her core begged – nay, demanded – that this woman really make her feel beholden to her.
June didn’t dare look up at her. Miquela didn’t want that.
She wanted to feel June’s devotion. To see her make love to her in this unconventional way.
The scary thing? There was no acting. No bluffing, no playing up anything.
For the first time in her career, June was 100% honest with what she wanted and how she felt having sex.
Usually, such a revelation would scare the piss out of her.
In the heat of this charged moment, though?
She was revitalized. Use me, please. June wouldn’t be happy until Miquela was purged of her evils.
I’ll take them all. Every negative thing you feel.
.. That’s why I’m here. June had no idea what she would charge for that, and she didn’t care. She didn’t care!
“Shit,” Miquela groaned, the tenor of her voice booming in June’s ears.
She drew out that word again before shoving June off, sending her flying to the bed as hands snatched her.
Sometimes, Miquela held her torso. Other times, it was June’s legs she spread around her hips.
At some point, she grabbed June’s arms and held them above her head.
No warning. Only Miquela, grunting in that hedonistic way, thrusting into her. The cry falling from June’s lips was muffled by Miquela’s.
An embrace swallowed her, surrounded her, suffocated her.
June sank so far into her bed that she was afraid she would never resurface again.
She didn’t want to. From the moment Miquela entered her, all she could think about was her, her, them.
They were one. Undivided. Conquered, but not sequestered.
Sometimes it hurt, and sometimes it was the greatest pleasure June ever knew, but she could not deny that this was something else as well. Something she had never felt before.
This wasn’t sexual pleasure. Sure, the way Miquela plunged deep within her, the tip of the strap-on brushing against her G-spot and the base stroking her clit, was absolutely perfect and conducive to her coming not once, but twice, the first time crashing into her as she continued to pound her cunt and tear apart her fragile negligee.
That wasn’t the only thing she felt. Drowning in the midst of sexual release was a foreign entity that warmed her heart as well as her loins.
Oh, no, that was all Miquela warming her loins.
“Come for me,” June whined, arms tight around Miquela’s torso as she held on. “I need you!” Need? What need? What was so intrinsic to that?