Chapter 48
This time Jamie felt no hesitation entering the BDSM club.
Why should she hesitate when she had Etta with her?
The woman had enough confidence for the both of them – and that man, and that woman, and the girl behind the coat check, who greeted them both with a flirty look as she took Jamie’s jacket.
“You are the most ravishing woman here,” Etta mumbled in Jamie’s ear as they wandered through the main room.
The place was packed. Not as packed as last time, but with no scheduled shows going on, it was a good amount of regulars and their guests.
Jamie wasn’t surprised to see their kinkiest friends there, and had no qualms coiling herself around Etta as they sat on a comfortable couch in the midst of couples getting tipsy on cocktails and each other.
All but two, anyway.
“We’re trying not to get drunk,” Kathleen explained to Jamie when they had a moment to chat – but not about work. “Vegas took a toll on us.”
“What happened?”
Ira interrupted their girlfriend. “Ever hear that phrase ‘What stays in Vegas?’ Yeah, that. We’re pleading the Fifth. For all eternity.”
“Besides, shouldn’t y’all be grilling the pregnant woman?”
Monique, who sat on another couch waiting for her wife to get back from the restroom, gave Kathleen a terse look. “I’m pregnant, not dead inside.”
“Quite the contrary,” Jem said, appearing right behind Monique. “She’s got double the life inside of her.”
“Why, thank you for noticing, Ms. Merange.”
“Not a problem. Gwenny always says I’m an observant bitch.”
Jamie chose then to get up, hand lingering in Etta’s as she looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “I’ll get us a drink… ma’am.” She couldn’t help but titter. “Whatever you want. You relax here while I take care of you.”
That must’ve been music to Etta’s ears. She asked for something with whiskey, and Jamie was off, sauntering up to the nearest bar to ask for something good.
“Are you Jamie Joy?”
She turned to see a young woman wearing nothing but a pink negligee and a nondescript collar around her neck. The woman didn’t even have a bra on – her nipples were as prominent as the moon in the sky outside. “Yeah, I’m her. Can I help you?”
“You don’t know me. I just wanted to say that you’re really pretty and I’ve always loved seeing your pictures in the papers.”
“Is that so?” No one had ever said that to Jamie before. Not earnestly, anyway. “Thanks.”
“I also love your collar. Is that from Ms. Coleman?”
Jamie leaned against the bar. “It sure is. Real sapphires.”
“Wow.” The woman had an unlit cigarette in her hand, which she pretended to smoke. Probably for the oral fixation. It was rampant in the club. “I hadn’t heard that you two Domme/sub. I like it, though. You’re a hot couple.”
Jamie tried not to blush. “Thanks.”
The bartender handed her the drink she ordered. “See you around,” the stranger said.
“Yeah. See you around.” Jamie snatched the drink and returned to where Etta sat, legs casually crossed and arm snaked along the back of the couch. Jamie handed her the drink and sat with her shoulder curling toward her fiancée’s. “Hope it’s to your liking, ma’am.”
She took one sip before handing it back to Jamie. “Everything is absolutely perfect.” When Jamie put the drink on the table in front of them, Etta pulled her back into an embrace – and beyond.
Jamie was against the back of the couch, Etta on top of her, lips hitting hers as hard as they dared while a frisky tongue dove into her mouth. Jamie barely had time to register her fiancée – her Domme – getting handsy before she realized a good number of people watched.
Holy shit. They had never made out like this in front of others. Etta did not like sharing!
This was already their wildest night ever, and Jamie didn’t feel a single ounce of shame. She did, however, need another drink of the liquor before diving back into Makeout Junction.
“There’s something you don’t see every day,” someone mumbled. Jamie shrieked against Etta’s mouth to feel her slide a hand between the legs. “Damn, they’re kinda hot.”
“Quick. Ply them with more liquor. Maybe they’ll fuck right there.”
“Helen! Get over here and make-out with me! Now!”
“Shhh, don’t startle them! We’re seeing something that only happens when the planets have aligned. Wait, are the planets aligned right now?”
Jamie’s lips didn’t want to let Etta’s go even after she began to pull away. “Giving the people what they want, I see,” she said. “That was… unexpected.”
Etta lightly touched her all over as the nine-o-clock lights dimmed in the club.
In that corner of the room, the only way to see anyone else was to get in their faces.
Yet only a few feet away, Jamie noted the familiar outlines of the same folks they always saw at this sort of place.
It was comforting, in a way. Jamie didn’t want to live this every weekend like some, but it was a good time to have occasionally.
As music thrummed, Etta took Jamie’s hand and brought it to her thigh.
“Excuse you, Ms. Coleman,” Jamie said with a hint of humor. “This is a public place.”
Etta leaned in near her ear. “All the better for you to show off what a precious pearl you are, my sweet flower.”
Flowers, gems, freakin’ angels and cherubs…
there was no end to Etta’s cute names for her, yet Jamie always ate up every one.
It’s the way she says them. Completely serious.
Full of adoration. Not afraid to be caught being sweet with her lover, girlfriend, fiancée, sub.
In less than two months, Jamie would be Etta’s wife, and she did not doubt that Etta would still be parading her around and calling her every silly name in the book.
Not to mention… precious pearl had many delightful connotations.
“Are you sure?” Jamie asked, already feeling like they were swept up in their own shadowy, sinful world.
Nevertheless, insecurity gripped her. I’ve never done something like that in public before.
This wasn’t like fooling around in the office.
People were here to watch and be watched, or at least to drink up such an atmosphere.
Jamie would confirm that something was afoot in this club before assessing how she felt about it. One thing at a time!
“I wouldn’t suggest something I wasn’t sure about,” she growled. “Now, surely you didn’t think we came here to rabble-rouse for five minutes, drink some liquored up juice, kiss a little, then leave? Because that’s not exciting. This,” Etta moved Jamie’s hand onto her crotch, “is exciting.”
Jamie tried not to choke on her spit at seeing this side of Etta. She never wants to do things in front of others. She says it’s private… “I’m not gonna lie, ma’am…” She humored Etta with a rub to her mound while massaging her shoulder with another hand. “It is exciting.”
“Then what are you waiting for? I’m expecting some attention.”
“Yes, ma’am…” Jamie grabbed her because she knew if she didn’t make a bold move, she might lose her nerve. “Can you kiss me?”
She was already halfway there.
Having Etta kiss her while she rubbed her through her pants emblazoned Jamie.
Perhaps it was the sheer amount of excitement coursing through them, making Etta eager, forcing her on Jamie as one felt up the other’s breasts and explored the curve of her throat with meandering lips.
All right, this is pretty hot. It was nothing like being at home when something like this erupted.
There was sultry music. Lighting – or a lack thereof – that evoked feelings of dark passion.
The sexual energies of other people either flirting at the speed of light or getting it on without a care in the world.
So that’s the appeal? Why hadn’t anyone told Jamie before now?
Maybe some people watched them. Maybe they were titillated.
Maybe they had been waiting to see Etta Coleman fuck her woman for months, until the mere idea was nothing but a modern myth spread through the upper kinky echelons.
It’s so dark over here, though… That was part of the appeal, the enigma to Jamie, who hurried to unzip her fiancée and feel her for the first time all day.
Etta could say that the loving in the car was payback for the oral sex at the beginning of their relationship, but it didn’t work that way!
That had been now, in the present, getting Jamie riled up and ready to go.
Sure, she came, but that was hours ago, and since then she had been walking around thinking about what else her fiancée could do for her.
This right here. Jamie was so wound up that she didn’t think twice about stroking Etta on the couch.
Her hand massaged Etta’s slit, fingers dancing on her skin, and her thumb feeling liquid drip across it.
Etta was holding back so much still. She wanted her.
Jamie felt it like she felt her manhandling with mouth and palms. Take me.
I don’t care. Push me down on the couch and fuck me until I scream in front of these people.
Instead, Etta eased her down onto the floor.
All right. Next best thing. Jamie could work with this.
Nothing like slamming her knees into the hard floor and fighting with Etta’s pants until they came down her thighs low enough for Jamie to fit her face between her fiancée’s bare thighs.
Right here. In front of anyone close enough to see.
I am eating pussy in public. That thought lingered in her head for a whole five seconds before she gave herself over to the whim of the moment. Oh, and the sheer amount of woman overtaking her tongue and nose helped a lot too.
Jamie didn’t think she had ever been so famished before.
Giving Etta oral sex was always a good experience, sometimes fantastic, but it wasn’t enough tonight.
She had to make love to this pussy using nothing but what her face offered.
Even her hands were largely useless, since they fumbled against Etta’s thighs and fought to keep her braced against the couch.
Once Etta had a hold of her and had steadied her breaths? Jamie didn’t stand a chance.
“Fuck,” Etta growled, pulling her by the ponytail. “Keep that up and you’re going to make me come in front of all these nice people.”
Maybe that’s what Jamie wanted.
But it wasn’t what Etta wanted. She pulled Jamie off, intercepting her mouth with her own.
Her skin was still out, enticing Jamie. If I get up just right, I could straddle her lap.
She was sucked into the frenzy of sex, her body calling out to Etta’s while the music thrummed in her sinew and the lights played with eyes.
“No,” Etta said, looming over her with both hands on her shoulders. “Did you not hear me? No.”
No?
“When I tell you no,” Etta said, her voice even, “you obey. Do you understand?”
Jamie couldn’t move. She wanted her, carnally, hands trying to claw at Etta’s arms so she would give her what was wanted. Yet it sounded like she was implying something else entirely… like they were going to stop for now. “I…”
“Wait here.” Etta fixed her clothes. “If you obey at least that much, then I’ll forgive you.”
Forgiveness? How much of a fog had Jamie been in that she needed forgiveness now?
Why was she, a woman kneeling on a floor in a sex club, so disappointed in herself?
Etta moved away, giving Jamie a full view of Monique still sitting in her chair on the other side of the coffee table.
She didn’t say anything, but her look spoke on her behalf.
“That’s how a sub feels in these situations, dear.
” Monique was the only woman in that club who could look at her like that and not make Jamie feel dumber than a bag of lost marbles.