18. Chapter 18
Fylis
I couldn’t tell you what movie I just saw or what it was about; my mind was elsewhere.
Honestly, I’m shocked I made it home with how hard I was dissociating.
Lying in my bed, I scroll through all my old texts with Jade.
Begging for a sign that she had feelings for me beyond just being her client.
Or one of. The thought of other clients being spanked in her room makes my fur bristle.
What do you expect, Fylis? This is her career. You’re just another client.
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, my fingers move on their own accord to draft a message.
Hey Jade, it’s Fylis… No, that’s dumb. She has my number.
Jade, can we talk? No, too needy.
Hey. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb!
I grumble as I toss my phone onto the pillow next to me.
I’m sure I’ll receive an email from the club soon, either canceling my appointments or reassigning me to another domme.
Trying to accept the idea, I roll over and turn the lamp off.
My eyes begin to close as a knock jolts me upright.
It’s nearly midnight. Who could be here this late?
Automatically assuming it’s Burgess, I don’t move.
“Go away. It’s midnight, you big oaf!” I shout through the small house, knowing he will hear me.
“Fylis?” A feminine voice calls back.
Is that… Jade? Jumping up, I run to the door, flinging it open to see her standing before me.
Black streaky tears run down her pretty face.
She’s wearing a giant hoodie that’s practically a dress on her, bare legs on display, and old sneakers on her feet.
Yet, my heart reacts the same, thumping wildly in my chest for the woman I obsess over.
“W-what are you doing here?” How did she get my address? My heart skips a little in joy. She’s clearly breaking so many rules to be here.
“You didn’t come and I was so worried.” Before she can finish, I pull her into my chest. Without her massive heels, she’s closer to my height, but still taller… yet, we fit perfectly together. Her hair tickles my neck as it falls over my shoulder in our embrace.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t come. I thought you didn’t want to see me again after last time.
” Her body shudders as tears spill down my bare chest. I pull us inside and to my living room, a bag dropping from her hand as we crash onto the couch.
I pause to look at it for a moment before consoling her.
One hand strokes her hair as the other holds her close.
Hardly believing she’s here, in my home.
“The dragon isn’t going to show up and eat me, right?” We both laugh, and I’m relieved. Jade pulls back to wipe the remaining tears away, scooting into my lap.
“No. I don’t know when I’ll go back. I need some time away.”
My heart flips again with joy. Selfish joy, but still. “Is that why you’re here? To fire me?” It’s half a joke, but also me, shamelessly fishing for answers. The need to know what this is, what it can be, eats at me. Jade sits still, beginning to chew on her thumb as she finds an answer for me.
“When you said ‘we’re perfect,’ did you mean that?” Her voice wobbles with nerves, glossy eyes searching my soul now.
“Jade, you’re perfect. You are everything I could have ever hoped for in a domme,” her face falls, “and someone I’ve grown to care for deeply.
I count the minutes until I get to walk through your door and serve you.
Every day, I look forward to coming home and dreaming about you as I fuck my fist, imagining you praising me.
You have forever ruined me for anyone else because I could never submit to anyone who isn’t you, Mistress.
Jade.” I test her name at the end to gauge her own emotions.
“Jade,” she whispers, “just Jade here.” Her lips crash onto mine as I fall back onto the couch. Jade’s creamy thighs straddle mine as she devours me hungrily. My cock springs free, sneaking into the bottom of her hoodie.
“I care deeply about you, Fylis.” She speaks between nips, letting her silky panties rub against my throbbing tip. “I want you. Need you. Now.” Her voice is a needy whimper, making me ache for her.
“How do you want me?” I question thoughtfully so I don’t send her running, fully prepared to submit or take over.
“Fuck me, Fylis. Take control.” She pleads, and it makes my body burn like a wildfire.
The air whooshes out of my lungs as my heart races.
Take control. Nerves coil in my stomach, but I push them down.
Jade is here, now. Time almost stands still as she gives me a questioning look, but remains patient.
In my head, the incessant ticking of a clock counts down until I push it away successfully.
I’m going to live in the now, here with her.
Flipping us over on the couch, I stand and pick her up, to cradle her in my arms. My hooves click along the flooring as I move us to my bedroom, placing her on the edge of my bed. The mirror in the corner reflects back at us, and an idea pops into my head.
“On your hands and knees, right here.” Patting the bed where I want her, she shimmies out of her clothes before obliging.
Her skin is so pale it almost glows in the moonlight pouring in from the window.
That dark hair tossed over her shoulder is like a thick rope begging for me to use it as an anchor.
Getting on the bed behind her, Jade looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk, my hand jutting out to grab her delicately by the jaw.
“Watch,” I turn her face back towards the mirror, our eyes meeting in our reflection.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lean over her lithe frame, planting soft kisses down her back.
When I reach her hip, she sighs blissfully, leaning back against me.
My hands instinctively go to her round ass, palming each cheek with a squeeze.
Dropping one hand, I tease her inner thighs with my fingertips as I listen to her breathing. When I graze her cunt she hisses.
“Don’t tease me, Fylis. I can’t take it tonight.”
It’s half a plea and half an order. I chuckle at her impatience, and as she gets ready to turn her head towards me, I dip a single finger inside of her.
Warmth greets me, followed by a moan. Whose, I’m unsure.
I add another finger, gently scissoring them to make sure she’s ready for me.
Slipping my fingers out of her, I align my throbbing tip, letting her moisture gather on it.
“Are you ready for me, Jade?”