Chapter Seventeen Violet #2
She’s bringing out parts of me I never knew existed. Parts that stayed buried because hiding is the only way I ever learned how to survive.
After she peeled the dried wax from my skin and rubbed aloe on my back, she pulled me into her arms, and we’ve been sitting like this ever since.
Her hand finds the bruise on my thigh, but this time, I find myself shifting toward her touch. I have no control over my actions. I need to be touched and pleased, and Skye is the only one who knows how to do it in a way that has my soul leaving my body.
“Do you need a release, baby girl?” she purrs into my ear.
I press my back harder into her and dip my head onto her shoulder as I close my eyes. “Yes,” I whine.
Her teeth tug on my earlobe, and I feel her hand grip my shoulder.
My hips already start moving slowly at the thought of being touched.
She's used me for pleasure so many times that I almost got off without needing anything in return.
But right now, as her hands move from my shoulder, over my breasts, and down to my stomach, I feel my insides about to explode at the anticipation.
She sucks on my earlobe as she shifts her fingertips just below my stomach. "Sit perfectly still," she whispers. "And I'll make sure you reach euphoria."
My pulse kicks into high gear at the low growl of her dominant voice. I try my best to keep completely still as her hand slides down to my thigh, rubbing the skin just near my center. Then she shifts to the other thigh and my hips want so badly to find that touch.
"Keep still, Baby Girl."
I'm. Going. To. Die.
Her finger moves back up to my shoulder, pulling my hair to the side as her mouth presses against my neck. That's when her teeth sink into my skin as her hand plunges between my legs.
I almost jump at the sensation, but the rules are still in effect so I remain as still as I possibly can while her fingers slide inside me.
Fuck!
I want to ride her hand. I want to ride her mouth. I want to find that sweet release that's been building since she dripped hot wax on my nipples.
That's when she grabs my hair and tugs it to the side so I’m facing her, and then claims my mouth as she flicks my clit. I scream against her lips, but she muffles the sound while I melt into her.
Her touch is gentle as she follows it up, rubbing my nub until I climb down from the high.
I can hardly catch my breath as she lets her mouth fall from mine, and the loss of contact is almost unbearable. I wish her lips could be pressed to mine forever. A kiss that never has to end.
I'm panting as her eyes remain on mine, gleaming with pride as she looks me over.
“I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.”
She smirks, and I realize everything I’ve done with her since the day we met has been a check on the ol’ new-things-I’ve-tried checklist.
“Was the scream a good scream?” She brushes my hair from my face and wipes a bead of sweat from my brow.
I nod so hard I feel like my head is going to roll off my shoulders. “It was incredible, Skye.”
“Explain it to me.” Her tone is calm, like she didn’t just give me the most intense climax of my life.
I let my brain settle, taking me back through the steps that led up to the intense craving for her touch.
“The wax is what started it. A mix of pain and pleasure is something I never thought to consider. Being smacked on my pussy isn’t something I ever thought I’d say I enjoyed. And flicking my clit? Pardon my French, but holy fucking shit, Skye.”
She laughs, and the sound is like music to my ears. Her chest is rocking so hard that it shakes me, and I can’t help laughing along with her.
“I’m glad you like this.” She tries to keep the amusement out of her tone when she shows appreciation, but I've been around her enough that I notice it anyway.
The gears in my mind start turning, and part of me doesn’t want to ask, but the other part wants to know just how much experience she has.
“Can I ask you something?” My voice and my brain are apparently attending two different meetings because they failed to communicate with each other. I really wish I had that Little Mermaid necklace right about now, the one that snatches your voice so you can’t speak.
“You can ask,” she replies slowly, in a way that tells me she may or may not answer.
I can still back out of this question. She doesn't know what my curiosity is after.
Ask her what her favorite ice cream is. Ask her if turtles have belly buttons.
“How many women have you done this with?”
Well… it's out now. Time to buckle in and see what happens.
Her eyes drop to her hands, and the joy in her eyes leaves instantly.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m being nosy, and it’s not right.”
Stupid, stupid! I knew I should have gone with the turtle question.
She doesn’t say anything, but wraps her arms around me, pulling me back into her body. We sit like this for a while, completely silent in each other’s arms. Then, without warning, she starts talking.
“About two years ago, I had this girlfriend,” she begins, and I can hear the pain in her voice as she speaks. “We’d been together long enough that I wanted to show her the things I’d fantasized about. The things I’d been dying to try behind closed doors.”
She takes a deep breath, rubbing the bruise she left on my leg.
I want to let her borrow my worry stone.
“She signed the contract and gave it back to me. But when we were in the bedroom for the first time with her as my submissive, she flipped a switch.”