Chapter 5 #2
Debra’s breath trembled when Billie’s thumb brushed a slow, deliberate path along the inside of her thigh, close enough to send sparks crawling up her spine, but not close enough to satisfy the ache pulsing deep within her.
“Please…” Debra’s hips lifted before she could stop herself.
Billie sat back on her knees and gazed at Debra. “If you could have anything you desire right now, what would it be?”
“A-anything?” Debra swallowed, unsure if ‘anything’ actually meant anything.
“You name it, I’ll make it happen.”
God, this wasn’t Debra. Being ‘serviced’ by a woman who had to be at least twenty years younger than her…in a fitting room on Savile Row.
“Talk to me, Debra. Tell me what you crave.”
The look in Billie’s eyes told Debra there was no reason to hold back in the confines of this room. She sat forward, took Billie’s chin in her palm, and looked her dead in the eye as she said, “I want to be fucked so thoroughly that I’m never the same woman again.”
Something flickered across Billie’s face as those words landed between them. Debra thought she may have overstepped when the room remained silent until Billie rose to her feet and moved to the side table next to the couch. She opened the single drawer and stared down at the contents.
“This,” she said as she plucked something from inside. “Rarely comes out.”
Billie held up a sex toy—a double-ended dildo to be specific—her eyes painfully dark as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
“O-oh.” Debra squeezed her thighs together as she gazed up at Billie. She shifted between that beautiful face and the toy in her hand, overcome in ways she couldn’t begin to describe. “Billie, I—”
“Do you want this?” Billie asked as she got to her knees in front of Debra again and held her jaw. “Truthfully, do you want it?”
“Yes.” There was no hesitation, just an aching need to see Billie in this light. “I want it.”
Billie’s eyes gleamed with a raw hunger as she lowered her hand from Debra’s jaw. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Debra swallowed, her voice barely a murmur. “Show me.”
Billie’s hand slid up Debra’s thigh, a smirk working its way to her lips as she watched Debra shiver with anticipation.
She dipped two fingers inside Debra, pumping them slowly and gathering her wetness along the length of them.
Debra moaned, her hips rocking forward instinctively as she chased the pressure.
Billie’s fingers emerged, drenched, and as she reached for the double-ended toy, every nerve in Debra’s body came alive on a scale she couldn’t comprehend.
She smeared Debra’s arousal along the length of one end, coating it thoroughly from base to tip, the slickness making it gleam under the low light.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” Billie unbuttoned her pants and forced them down her thighs, her underwear following to expose her slick pussy.
“I’m already dripping wet for you, Debra. ”
Positioning the coated end at her entrance, Billie eased it inside herself inch by inch, wobbling a little on her knees as she gasped.
“F-fuck.” Debra watched on in sheer delight. Billie Brown was quite something.
She pushed further, the dildo disappearing into her until half was buried. Debra ached to reach out and tug on it, to see the satisfaction on Billie’s face, but she was almost convinced this was a dream. The moment she moved, she’d wake up alone in her flat.
Still, Debra sat mesmerised, her confidence blooming as Billie whimpered, the dildo shifting inside her…ready for Debra to join in and seal whatever this intimate connection they shared was.
“Are you going to take it like a good girl?”
God, Debra would take it any way Billie asked her to. She looked up at Billie and simply nodded. The word ‘yes’ seemed entirely useless in this moment. It wouldn’t be enough. “I’ll take it all.”
Billie’s eyes flickered with surprise and want, but Debra had a feeling restraint warred beneath the surface.
Then Billie rose, her body unfolding with that controlled grace Debra had memorised. She leaned over her, bracing one hand on the back of the couch, her face close enough that Debra could feel the warmth of her breath on her lips.
“You’re trembling,” Billie whispered.
Debra exhaled, her pulse pounding furiously when she felt the tip press against her clit. “B-because of you.”
“Tell me what you’re afraid of,” Billie murmured.
“Losing myself,” Debra said with a moan. “Wanting more. Everything.”
Billie reached out and stroked a thumb against her cheek. “You’re not losing anything. You’re remembering.”
Debra closed her eyes, aware that Billie had chosen to bypass some of her confession. But a part of her understood. Billie was here to provide a service and nothing more. It was on Debra to remember that, to draw a line under what this was and what it would never be.
Billie lowered her hand and eased two fingers inside Debra, a dreamy look settling in her eyes. “You feel like you’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”
Debra’s breath hitched. “Maybe I have.”
A small, hungry sound broke from Billie’s throat, barely audible, but devastating.
Debra knew her restraint had just faltered for a heartbeat.
And then her nose brushed Debra’s as though she was fighting every urge inside her, as she whispered, “Shift down so you can take the other end. I want to feel you clench around it while I fuck you senseless.”
Debra paused for just a second, but the heat pooling between her thighs urged her forward.
She eased back onto the couch, the soft cushions cradling her body.
Her pussy ached, still throbbing from Billie’s fingers that had worked her over until she was dripping wet.
“Billie, I-I need this,’ Debra whispered, her voice breaking with raw need as Billie’s knees sank into the couch on either side of Debra’s hips, the toy pressing against her swollen clit as Billie readjusted her position.
“I have to say, Ms Allen…you look delicious spread out for me today.”
With a shaky breath, Debra lifted her hips, the thick silicone stretching her pussy wide as it slid inside.
Inch by inch, it buried deep, the pressure intense but more than she ever could have dreamed of.
Billie Brown was about to fuck her in a way she’d never encountered before, and Debra knew she would never be the same again when it was all over. “O-oh, fuck!”
Billie didn’t waste any time. She lowered her hips and forced the toy deeper into them both.
“Mm, so perfect. Take it all for me.” Billie growled as one hand slid up to pinch Debra’s nipple, twisting it hard enough to draw a cry from her.
The couch creaked under them, but neither cared.
The world outside Brown & Co. had faded away.
Their rhythm synced quickly, Debra thrusting up as Billie drove down, the toy plunging in and out, slick with their combined wetness.
Debra had never felt sparks like it. “You’re so tight for me.
” Billie panted, leaning in to capture Debra’s lips in a bruising kiss, their tongues tangling as fiercely as their bodies.
She broke away to nip at Debra’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark…
a claim, and a reminder of this reckless passion.
Debra’s hands roamed, one tangling in Billie’s dark hair as she pulled her closer. “H-harder, Billie. Fuck me harder.”
Billie obliged, her thrusts growing faster and more demanding, the slap of skin on skin echoing throughout the fitting room.
Sweat dripped down Debra’s back as she arched beneath Billie, her breasts heaving with each strangled breath she inhaled.
Billie’s fingers found her clit, circling with expert pressure, and Debra was the one to shatter first. Her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy spasming around the dildo as she cried out Billie’s name.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
Billie followed seconds later, her hips jerking erratically as she came hard.
They rode out the waves together, locked in a messy, intimate embrace, their breaths mingling as the aftershocks faded.
Debra relaxed back into the couch, feeling the rapid beat of Billie’s heart against her chest, and closed her thighs around her.
“God,” Billie whispered, her breath faltering. “You feel…incredible.”
Debra’s fingers skimmed along Billie’s back, feeling every taut line of muscle beneath her shirt.
“Billie.” It was all she could manage.
Debra lay there panting, her body still trembling with the soft aftershocks that made her limbs feel weightless. Billie stayed above her for a moment, her breath brushing Debra’s collarbone.
Then Debra felt it. The subtle shift.
Billie inhaled slowly and lifted her head. Whatever rawness had flickered across her features was already gone, tucked neatly behind the cool composure she wore so well.
“Debra…” Billie cleared her throat when her voice betrayed her. “You’re alright.”
It wasn’t a question. It was Billie reasserting herself.
“Mm. I am.” Debra smiled, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m more than alright.”
Billie returned a faint smile as she brushed a strand of hair back from Debra’s face. Her breathing was already settling into its usual cadence. “Good,” she said. “That’s…good.”
And just like that, there was no trace of the woman who had seemed shaken in Debra’s arms only moments ago.
Billie shifted to lie beside her on the couch, but at a slight angle. Close enough to satisfy the end of her appointment, but not close enough to be vulnerable.
“I feel different.” Debra sighed, her head resting against Billie’s shoulder. “Like something inside of me woke up today.”
Billie looked back at her, giving nothing away. “That’s the point of the service.”
Not what they’d just shared. Not what she’d made Debra feel. Just…the service.
“Rest for a minute,” Billie said as she smoothed a hand over Debra’s arm. “I’ll get some more fabric swatches. It’s important that we decide on your preference today.”
Debra smiled again, completely sated and no longer caring about any suit this woman could conjure up for her. “Alright.”