Chapter 46
Jamie awoke to more than Etta wrapped snugly around her.
Great. Off to a great start. She didn’t know whether to push Etta off or let her have her way with her, but Etta was already gently pushing against her with one hand on Jamie’s stomach and her mouth on the white of her fiancée’s throat.
“Good morning,” she murmured, raspy throat waking Jamie up. “I hope you’re feeling well. It’s quite the day we have ahead of us.”
Jamie’s fingers touched the collar still around her neck.
It’s today, isn’t it? Was she allowed to speak?
This early in the morning, she'd better be. “I’m feeling fine. Although, if I may say so, ma’am, you’d be stoking a fire you don’t want burning if you try to feel me up too much before I have the chance to go to the bathroom. ”
Etta rolled away from her. “Not if I go first.”
“And say goodbye to that nice and frisky attitude, ma’am?”
A hand brushed against Jamie’s leg. “I’ll save it for later.”
Jamie had no idea how their day would begin.
So while she waited for Etta to finish in the bathroom, she rolled around in bed, trying not to overthink what was expected of her that day.
Relax. It’s going to be fun. This will probably be our last weekend together before the wedding.
A message awaited her on her phone from Seena.
Someone found out she had bachelorette party duties and was running by a million ideas, each one of them ending with, “I dunno how I would pay for that though. Ahem.”
Etta got on her phone the moment she emerged from the bathroom.
Jamie recognized the way she talked to Beatrice, who worked weekends because those were the two days Etta was almost always home.
Instead, the live-in employees often took Tuesday and Wednesday off as their weekend.
Can’t take Monday off because Ms. Billionaire needs help on her way to work in the morning.
Jamie laughed to herself. The day she realized why Etta almost always spent Monday and Tuesday nights at the penthouse was the day she saw her in a new, lazy light.
“Blueberries or strawberries?” she asked Jamie.
“Strawberries, please.”
So she got a side of strawberries for breakfast brought to their room. Which they ate in bed, because why not?
It didn’t feel like they were in a scene yet. Etta had few demands, and spent most of her breakfast flirting with Jamie as she gradually woke up to the sun streaming across their bed. Etta told her that she was glad she ordered strawberries, because then she could do this.
“Oh, I see,” Jamie said, a strawberry tickling her leg as Etta slowly drew it up to her knee. “You’re supposed to be eating that, ma’am.”
She brought it up to her lips. “I’d rather watch you eat it.”
She did so, slowly, so sensually that she was afraid Etta would push her down onto the bed and upturn their half-eaten breakfast. She would. Jamie would probably like it, although she would rather Etta save her energy for other pursuits later on. I would appreciate it more.
“What do you want to do today?” Etta asked after she put her plate off to the side and started working on Jamie’s food with her. “We have time to kill until we need to be downtown to get ready for the dinner.”
“Dunno, ma’am. Thought you were calling all the shots today.”
She grinned, fingers crawling beneath Jamie’s T-shirt and rubbing her skin. “I was hoping you would say that. Nevertheless, there’s some leeway. Would you like to go driving?”
“Are you driving?”
“Of course.”
Jamie smiled back at her. “You haven’t driven me around in way too long.”
“Between winter and my business, there haven’t been very many opportunities. Come on. Let’s get you dressed for the first half of our day.”
Jamie wasn’t shocked when Etta took over and picked out a dress for her to wear.
She’s spending more time in my closet than I do.
She eventually emerged with a soft pink sundress and a canary yellow sweater.
The woman was not the best at coordinating, but by the time Jamie was dressed, she had to say it didn’t look too bad.
Luckily, Etta allowed her to pick out her shoes, and she chose some cheery white platform sandals.
Etta informed the staff that they were going out for the day and would either be back very late or not until the next day. Either way, they wouldn’t need dinner.
Jamie spun around in the bright morning sunlight as Etta approached the long line of garages and stared at her collection of Italian sports cars. Normally, she only drove the Maserati that was her pride and joy, but today she eyed the Lamborghini.
“Come over here and model on these hoods for me,” she called to Jamie. Etta was a sight in a black suit jacket… and dark denim jeans. Had she ever left the house wearing nothing but jeans since she started dating Jamie? “I don’t want to pick a car that you don’t look great in.”
Jamie didn’t care much for the Maserati – bit silly looking for her tastes.
So she slid along that hood and then gracefully placed herself on the Lamborghini.
When Etta continued to dither between the two, Jamie started rubbing her chest against the hood of her favorite car and pulling up her pink skirt.
Just in case Etta hadn’t taken the hint yet.
“All right. We’ll take the Lambo. Go ahead and get in. I unlocked it.”
They were off the property and heading farther into the hills before Jamie had the chance to change her mind.
Etta wasn’t a reckless driver, but she liked to go a little over the speed limit and ease on the brakes around the wide curves.
The hood came down shortly after they left the garage, so Jamie pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail to enjoy the cool spring breeze washing over her cheeks.
Etta revved the engine as they reached the top of Cornerstone Hill, the central piece of property in the cumulative hills.
Few estates were located up here, although there were signs for prospective buyers and developers.
“Do you remember the first time we came here?” Etta asked, putting the car into park as they looked over a bright green valley dotted with floral colors and water.
“Of course I remember.” Jamie took her hand on top of the center armrest. “It was the first time you took me to your home.”
“Yes. I had never taken one of my girlfriends there before. Beatrice almost had a heart attack when I told her you were coming.”
Come I did that night. Etta had given her a thorough initiation in such private chambers. That was the night I realized I was falling in love with her. Jamie had never been in love like that before, and it scared her witless. “I also tasted your pussy up here.”
“Where haven’t you tasted my pussy?”
“I dunno, ma’am, it’s all you ever asked for during those first few weeks.” Jamie couldn’t help it. She laughed, and not because her hair tickled her skin. “I remember after I signed your contract and started working for you… all I wondered was when you were going to have sex with me again.”
“Really? I don’t recall how long it took me to get inside you again.”
“Bullshit! It was a while! You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking of this.” She jerked her thumbs at herself. “Even when you were flicking the bean. Come on.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never even touched myself that whole time.”
“All right, now I know that’s bullshit. You orgasm at least once a day, and if you don’t, we call the doctor.”
Etta leaned back in her seat, hands interlocking behind her head.
God, she looks like such a priss. A hot priss, with her Armani sunglasses and jacket, perfectly fitted jeans that were the right amount of loose in the hips, and a single navy blue T-shirt that was made of the softest cotton.
Jamie ran her fingers along it now, happy to know that Etta was just hot, not a priss.
“Not every day. That sounds exhausting.”
“Then you should go to a doctor, ma’am.” Jamie lived to feel Etta put an arm around her, with this warm breeze still touching her skin and the warmer sunlight making her feel so in love that her heart fluttered. “It’s like a glass of wine at dinner for you.”
She ran her hand down Etta’s abdomen, feeling not only the strength of her body but the top of her jeans. How about we recreate that day you first took me for a drive?
“Now, now,” Etta said, plucking that hand off her crotch. “Don’t get handsy, my flower. There’s plenty of time for that later.”
“Do you promise?”
“Is this what you want?” Etta loomed over her, hand grazing Jamie’s chin as she tipped her lips upward. “Are you not getting enough affection right now?”
Jamie felt her breath against her mouth. Kiss me, damnit. She didn’t dare instigate it herself. Not today. “Thought we might celebrate that first day we came up here, ma’am.”
“You know what I remember?” Her fingertips stroked Jamie’s cheek before disappearing into her hair. “Me offering to give you something back and you saying no.”
“Etta…”
“Lean back, my flower. It’s time for me to finally give back.”
Jamie snapped back, eyes wide open. “Huh?”
“You heard me.” Etta tapped the steering wheel with hasty fingers. What’s she gonna do with those? “Or are you going to disobey? Have you gotten so complacent today that you’ve forgotten what we’re doing?”
The collar was tight around Jamie’s throat. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Of course, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Then why are you hesitating? Go on. Lean back against the door and give yourself over to me.” The sharp look emanating from her eyes was enough to make Jamie quiver right there in her leather seat.
Etta had the same thought as her. “Last time I got you all over my desk.” Her fingers tapped harder. “Now I want you all over my car.”
Jamie gasped when Etta launched from her seat and pushed her into the corner. Something dug into Jamie’s back, and she couldn’t figure out what. She also didn’t care. “Ma’am…”
Etta kissed her, for the first real time that day, lips hitting her like a brick to the head.
Jamie was quick to wrap her hand around Etta’s neck and fall into the hypnotic rhythms of making out in the front seat of a car.
Naturally, that wasn’t the only rhythm taking her over.
She also felt Etta rub her thigh beneath her skirt, thumbs pressing hard, harder into flesh as they marched toward the red silk underwear Etta chose for Jamie to wear earlier that day.
“I knew you wanted it,” she whispered in her ear.
Jamie was already a troia, a word she learned from spending half a day in Bonita’s presence.
“You’re getting wetter the longer we sit here.
Do you want me to do it?” She lightly smacked her thigh, and Jamie whimpered in time for Etta to kiss her again.
Harder. Jamie’s head almost hit the seat behind her.
Taking a powerful kiss from her takes a lot of effort. And I’ve got a lot of effort right now.
“Please,” she whispered back. The breeze was cooling, wasn’t it?
Or maybe it was making her cool in the sunlight.
We’re in public. Kinda. Technically. Was Etta seriously going to pleasure her somewhere anyone could drive up and see?
I think I would die. From pleasure? From mortification? Jamie could not tell. “Do it.”
“Tell me,” Etta said, her smirk only matched by the teasing that now commenced between her legs.
She wants to kill me. Of course she did.
She wanted Jamie so eager that she wouldn’t say no to anything.
It was already bad enough that her legs spread wide – or as wide as they could get – in the front seat of a Lamborghini.
“Did you learn any good words when you were in Italy?”
Had she been reading Jamie’s mind again? “Nothing in particular, ma’am.”
“Let me give you a brief lesson.” Etta’s kisses were getting heavier. “Ogni volta che ti bacio dimentico dove sono.” Her voice growled on Jamie’s lips. “Do you know what that means?”
Jamie shook her head. Etta’s fingers pushed against her slit. “No, ma’am.”
“It means that every time I kiss you, I forget we’re in this car and that anything around us matters. Now, do you want me to further forget where the fuck I am?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Etta’s lips lingered on Jamie’s throat, teeth tugging on her collar as one finger pushed aside her lingerie and dipped into her arousal. “I have no idea where the fuck I am. All I know is that it’s warm around my finger.”
All Jamie knew was that she was getting fingered in a Lamborghini.
If she thought anything would be gentle this early in the day, then she was sorely mistaken.
Etta lived to do nothing but pleasure her right now, although most of that pleasure probably transferred to her and turned Etta into a vessel of Jamie’s worth.
Because it wasn’t enough for her to stick one finger in her and watch her writhe and gasp.
The ass – the wonderful, devilishly gorgeous ass – had to go and stick another one in there. She meant some business.
“You’re gonna make me come, ma’am,” Jamie said.
“You think that’s not what I want?” Her fingers were so deep that Jamie couldn’t help but welcome her in, one arm curling around Etta’s body while the other held her against the car door. “You would be so wrong. Fuck my fingers and come. Now.”
How could she disobey such a curt order?
Jamie threw herself into what Etta did to her, hips raising off the seat and then crashing back down again with every thrust. It took about another twenty seconds before a heavy wave of orgasm overcame her and sent her shaking against the leather seat of the Lamborghini.
“See?” Etta pulled her fingers away, letting their wetness drip on Jamie’s thigh. Was that going to be her fate today? Walking around with wet lingerie because her Domme thought it was hot? “You did want it.”
“I know, ma’am.” She was still breathless, but Jamie was good at not betraying how much so. “I hope that’s not all today.”
Etta sat back, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her fingers. “Hardly. Now, close your legs before the wind dries you out. We’ve got a long drive into town.”