Chapter 37 #2
She stepped back, pulling Jamie up with her and hauling her over to the window.
How many times had Jamie stood in front of these windows…
during the day, the night? It wasn’t unusual for her to stand in her PJs on a sunny morning, eating a bagel with cream cheese and taking in the sights of a busy commercial district going about its day.
Just like it wasn’t unusual for her to admire the hustle and bustle of night, even at two in the morning.
There were always lights on in windows. Cars going by far below.
Planes in the sky. This wall of floor-to-ceiling windows was Jamie’s way to watch the world go by with the greatest view possible.
Now she was pressed against it, and if these windows weren’t tinted, anyone with an angle to see in would have the sight of their life.
Jamie shrieked to feel Etta pull up her skirt and feel how wet she was already.
The shriek wasn’t loud enough to even echo in the room, but it made her shock clear.
She’s going to do it. She’s going to fuck me against this window.
A thrill like that didn’t often happen to Jamie.
Oh, sure, Etta fucked her in a multitude of locations, but nothing like this.
She liked to keep things private. Behind closed doors… and curtained windows.
Even though nobody could see them, it didn’t mean the fantasy wasn’t there. Jamie pretended that people could see them. That the office drones stuck in the office on a Friday night could look across the street and see her getting fingered by her hot fiancée with breasts pushed against the window.
She thought all this before Etta even had the chance to make that fantasy come true.
The sex was a frenzy. No chance to talk or change positions, because it took both of their concentrations to make this moment happen.
Jamie lifted one leg so Etta could go deeper, and Etta used all her strength to move her up and make Jamie feel completely owned as a hand impaled her against their penthouse window.
Our penthouse. They weren’t even married yet, but it was becoming easier for Jamie to think of things that way.
Our penthouse. Our window. She gasped, she whined, she clawed at the window as her body responded more readily as the seconds went by.
This was as much about the burning need growing between them as it was about Etta making an example out of her to the world.
“This is what happens when you cavort with me. I’m a fucking billionaire.
I get to have whatever I want. If I decide I want you?
I will have you.” That message was made loud and clear to Jamie the moment Etta sat her down for their first meeting.
“I want to fuck you, Jamie Joy. I want to show you a universe where you don’t have to worry about anything.
Where all you feel is pleasure tinged with delightful pain. ”
Like when Etta smacked her ass the moment those fingers thrust into her.
“Oh!” Jamie cried, slapping her hand against the window. “Yes!”
“Yes?” Etta stopped her thrusts, holding her fingers inside Jamie as she growled into her ear. “This is what you want?”
“Yes!”
“What kind of woman does that make you, Jamie?”
She could barely speak. “Yours, Mistress.”
“And this?” Etta moved, slowly, torturing Jamie with the length of her fingers. I’m so wet, yet it takes so much more effort in this position. “Is this mine, my flower?”
“Fuck yes, it is…”
“Good. I can do anything to you I want, right?”
Etta had shoved her fingers all the way back in, filling Jamie’s every crevice and making her feel like the most owned woman in the world. “Yes, Mistress. Use me!”
Jamie thought she was entering the most twisted level of paradise ever.
There was pleasure. There was love. Then there was this bastardization of both that Etta insisted on them experiencing.
Not that Jamie would stop her. In fact, as she thrust into her again, harder than ever, she completely gave herself over, her body undulating in orgasm as her breasts rubbed against the glass and her clit felt the cool air of the room stroke her.
Her orgasm had barely begun, however, when Etta pulled out and pulled her away from the window. Not too far, though. Jamie’s head spun in delayed pleasure as she was pushed onto her knees and had her head pulled back, so she looked up into Etta’s solemn visage.
Processing the next twenty seconds was something that would not completely happen until later. Jamie’s body continued to quiver as Etta lorded over her, crazed eyes searching for meaning in Jamie’s face and body.
It wasn’t until later that she realized she moaned the entire time.
Like she was climaxing, let alone in time to Etta touching herself.
Does she even know she’s ripping apart her pants right now?
Jamie remained kneeling in her torn dress, her breasts hanging out, her hair disheveled on her shoulders and arms, her skirt pulled up to her waist and showing how bare she was.
This is what I want. What a strange thing to think as her Mistress looked at her with that in her eyes.
Etta kicked aside her jacket that she had yanked off and let flutter to the ground.
“Look at you, my beautiful mess.” Etta did not touch her. She was too busy plucking the diamond belt off the floor and swinging it from her hand. “Desperate for me. How does that make you feel?”
Jamie’s wandering fingers found the fringe of the rug and clutched it for dear life. “Warm.”
“Warm?”
That was the first word she thought of, because it was all her senses would let her feel. Yes, she sensed everything on her skin, but it was mostly warm. Comforting. A strange thing to think given the context, but Jamie was not exactly in her usual frame of mind.
She bent down, suddenly exhausted, but still careful not to make a mess of the now battered rug. I already cleaned up her desk today. Let’s not push it.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet, my flower.” Etta pulled the belt taut in her hands. She wrapped it around Jamie’s wrists, gingerly binding them together with sparkling diamonds. “You know how it works on nights like these.”
“Yes…” She was still dazed, a little confused, and definitely ready for more. Her body demanded it. “You’ll give me at least one more.” One more what? Orgasm, on either of their ends? Indeed.
“I will. In the bedroom. Get up.”
Jamie forced herself to her feet, wobbling on her high heels until Etta gave her permission to slip them off. With the diamond belt hanging from her wrists, Jamie was led into the bedroom, where Etta sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to stand before her.
Etta surveyed her, from disheveled hair to bare feet and all the torn fabric and red skin in between. “I’ve done quite the number on you so far today.” She leaned forward, resting upon her knees. “How many times have I been inside you? Twice?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Not enough, is it?”
“I’m always willing for you to do more, ma’am.”
“You are. I love that about you.” Etta rubbed her cheek, the motions of her fingers obscuring the smirk appearing. “Remove your clothing. I want to see you naked.”
How strange was it… that Jamie had undressed and been naked in front of this woman countless times, but still felt so timid right now?
Etta was drinking up every inch of skin Jamie exposed, as if her body were made of precious gold and jewels.
It’s not. It’s just flesh. Yet as she shed her torn dress and let it pool at her feet, she knew Etta’s eyes went straight to her naked thighs and mound.
Can she see how wet I am from how she’s fucked me twice today?
The first time, she told her to make herself come.
The second? She denied her the right, even though she was desperate to taste that facet of heaven.
The only item of clothing left on her body was the bra.
Jamie pulled down one strap at a time, teasing Etta until all that was left was to unhook the back and let the whole thing fall to the floor.
On a normal night, she would have thrown the bra right at her face, but tonight was not about asserting herself in any way.
It was about being available, about serving her every need.
Whatever Etta was thinking regarding her appearance, it worked to make her open the nightstand, a sure sign that Jamie was about to get it.
Somehow, I knew it was coming to this. Jamie gazed at the double-ended toy Etta grabbed.
They didn’t use that one much. Mostly because it required penetration on Etta’s end as well, and preferred just clitoral stimulation.
Unlike Jamie, who could take anything, anywhere, and Etta knew that, didn’t she?
“You are gorgeous,” Etta said. “Completely naked before me.”
“I’m not naked.” Jamie’s soft voice was probably lost on her at first. Then Etta’s eyebrows went up, and she continued, “I’m wearing you, aren’t I?”
“So you are. Come here so I can get a better look.”
Jamie went to her, standing between her spread legs and wholly aware that Etta was still clothed while she wandered in the nude. I’m exposed physically. She’s exposing herself emotionally. When Jamie thought about it that way, it didn’t seem unequal at all.