Chapter 49 #3
“So you know where we are, right? I see your eyes glazing over… that doesn’t happen like this very often. I haven’t seen this kind of look in a woman’s eye in a long time. Not even yours, Jamie. I’m looking forward to what happens tonight.”
“I know where we are,” she said, almost too quickly. “We’re in a private room.” Her nipples peaked at this knowledge. “You’re going to finally fuck me.”
That chuckle turned into a heartier laugh.
I don’t hear her laugh like that very often.
Definitely not during scenes. Although… the longer they were together, the more Etta laughed.
Was it because she had more to laugh about?
Or because she felt more comfortable laughing in front of Jamie?
I doubt she laughs in front of many people.
For Jamie, exposure and vulnerability were having her ass flashed at a few pervs.
For Etta, it was showing this kind of emotion.
“Do you want me to, Jamie? Do you want to continue our scene and end with me fucking you senseless?”
Jamie’s fingers searched for the zipper in front of her. I have a job to finish. “Yes, ma’am. Use me however you want. I’m yours. I want to be pleased through pleasing you.”
The way Etta looked at her said she had been waiting a very long time to hear her say words like that.
“Then make me feel like the one woman in this world you want to please the most. Let me feel how much you want and need me, and we’ll go from there.”
Jamie’s fingers hesitated on Etta’s zipper. “Is it okay to go all the way, ma’am?”
“You do what you want. If I decide I’m not ready to come yet, you’ll know. Although…” She prevented Jamie from going at her with a deft hand. “You better promise to be better behaved than you were last time. I’m not going to bother if you can’t behave.”
“I’ll behave.” Jamie wanted to be a fiend all over this zipper, but knew better than to show too much eagerness. There were other ways to show her devotion. “I promise, ma’am. You’ll see. I’m the best sub you’ve ever had.”
“Those are some big shoes to fill.”
This is a big mouth to fill. Jamie pulled down Etta’s pants, hardly capable of keeping her lips away from the center of her current universe. “You’ll be pleased. You have my word.”
“I put a lot of stock in the word of the woman who will be my wife. So, go ahead.”
Jamie had never been so eager to prove a point before.
This time she wasn’t quite as famished, however.
Or at least not as famished as she had been out in the main room of the club.
Out there, she had been determined to bring Etta as much pleasure as possible.
She craved Etta’s happiness as much as she craved her own.
Not too hard to accomplish when both of their needs could be accomplished with one simple action.
An action Jamie had a lot of familiarity with now.
She was not the most familiar, however, with the mindset of a sub.
She was starting to get familiar, though.
The more she gave herself over to the motions, the emotions, and the devotions growing between them, the more Jamie understood the true joy that came with serving the woman she loved.
She understood why women served like this, whether it was every day or every great once in a while.
With a woman who was so worthy? How could she not enjoy it?
Etta kicked off her pants and swung down onto the bed, her legs open for her fiancée. Jamie was like a moth to that proverbial flame. I’m even willing to die for it.
“I’ve never seen you like this before, that’s for sure,” Etta murmured, her stance never wavering even while Jamie opened her mouth over that warm, inviting mound and let her tongue give Etta its all. “Keep it up, and you might spoil me to the point I really think I am a queen.”
Jamie eased off, her hand replacing her mouth as she looked up into Etta’s eyes with longing. “Why can’t you be? You said so yourself. You’re my queen.”
Etta would never blush to hear that, but her mouth would twitch, and her eyes would light up in a twist of surprise and understanding. “Well, I do spend an inordinate amount of time making you feel like a princess.”
Jamie sat back on her knees, her free hand reaching up her chest and grabbing Etta’s collar. “Even when I’m doing this for you right now, ma’am, I do it for the both of us. Every time you look at me, I want you to see the woman you love, and the one you want like this.”
“We’re already there, my flower.”
Etta’s blouse opened easily, and all Jamie could think about – besides ripping that shirt open – was having this sweet silk wrapped around her skin. “We could go farther. Whenever you want. I trust you.”
“For now, I’m happy to have you do whatever pleases you.”
Jamie flicked Etta’s collar and bent back down, resuming her physical devotion.
Etta’s taste, her musk, and the sheer elegance touching the tongue were almost too much to bear.
I’m going to come, and I’m not even being touched!
What was this? Was this the real power of submitting to the woman she loved?
Getting off on pleasuring her and not just what she could do?
Or was this what she did to her? Jamie didn’t care.
Taking her like this, whether she wrapped her tongue around her flesh or stroked her slit with her hand was all that mattered in the world.
Nothing – nothing – made it more powerful than gazing into her eyes and seeing Etta appreciate everything Jamie did for her.
“Don’t you want me?” Jamie pulled herself up, her body on display even though she still wore that tight dress. Rip it off me. I want to feel your raw power tear me apart! “Don’t you want to use me?”
“I don’t use you, Jamie. I make love to you, however that love manifests.”
“I don’t care what you call it. I want you to do it. Please.”
Etta’s hand dug into Jamie’s hair, then the back of her head. Yes, yes… Jamie wanted to feel Etta’s power all around her. What better way to experience it than through her hand and what waited before her?
“Since you asked so nicely… all you must do is promise that you’ll be beyond irresistible afterward, so I can give you what you deserve.”
Jamie wanted to nod, but Etta’s hold on her head was too strong.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.
” Her body trembled for Etta. She would promise anything, even the moon and the stars, if it meant Etta consumed her with every bit of her essence.
Physical. Mental. Emotional. It was all the same, yet so intoxicatingly different.
Lust surged through her as Etta thrust forward, claiming Jamie’s mouth, her heart, her damned mind with her strength.
Fuck me harder. Unfortunately for Jamie, she knew that would be impossible since Etta was still mortal and had her limits.
Still, couldn’t a girl fantasize as her fiancée, the only woman she would call Mistress and mean it, took her mouth for hers?
The sheer power in her hips alone had Jamie’s knees digging deep into the bed.
She had to close her eyes, bracing herself against the force taking her over.
Yet she could still feel Etta’s adoration for her, taking her over, making her hers.
“Down!” Etta shoved Jamie back with one hand. That part’s over already? Even though Etta told her to get down, she had trouble obeying – didn’t she always? Until her dying day, Jamie would always be an imperfect, insubordinate sub. That probably made Etta love her more.
“You never listen.” Etta pushed Jamie back down with hands firm on her arms. “I don’t care how beautiful you look. Do you hear me? You will obey when that collar is on you.”
Jamie didn’t feel any sense of shame this time. She’s not really disappointed in me… Nevertheless, she would have to make amends.
“Then punish me, ma’am.”
What was punishment? Was it really such a bad word?
Growing up, girls like Jamie were taught that to be “punished” was a bad thing.
That she had done something wrong. That her behavior must be corrected.
The fallacy was that punishment resulted in a total correction of behavior.
What if she couldn’t help something? What if it was so intrinsic to her nature that there would be no helping her? That she would always need punishing?
That she would crave it?
Etta did not go easy on her. Her hand was unyielding, covering the softer parts of Jamie’s flesh with stern but affectionate spanks that were neither too hard nor too soft.
The spark was there. The need built. Come two days from now, though, Jamie wouldn’t see a single mark, nor would she see Etta as anything but the woman she adored.
This was the right kind of punishment. This was what she sought. A strong hand from a stronger woman.
Jamie yelped, she shouted in joy, and she came from the weight of Etta’s touch right on her nether lips. Etta thrust her fingers into Jamie, sending her off a cliff of pleasure that had her clawing at the bed and singing her Mistress’s praises.
The world was an absolute blur as Etta lay Jamie on her back, arms bound to the hooks hanging off the wall and dress coming down, pulling up, exposing all her sensitive areas until she was presented to Etta in all her half-naked glory.
Etta was still ready. Had she ever let up? I don’t think so. I think she was still 100% ready even after she came last time. And Jamie was wetter. This was the perfect marriage.
“Keep your legs spread and your ass pointed up,” Etta commanded, lying on her back and sliding her head between Jamie’s thighs that hovered off the bed. That tongue and those fingers were coming for Jamie before she had the chance to think about what her ass of all things was doing!
Jamie wasn’t sure if she was still being punished, or if this was Etta’s modus operandi of the moment, but she wouldn’t be allowed to come all she wanted anymore.
Sometimes, Etta was inside her, driving herself, her fiancée to the far reaches of that edge and back again.
Her thrusts dove up into Jamie, reaching deep, deeper until she swore she was going to lose her fucking mind and never return to Earth again.
Then Etta would pull out, licking her thighs, teasing her, but not giving Jamie what she wanted.
“Tell me that I’m the only one you want to be with for the rest of your life,” she demanded, finger circling Jamie’s clit but refusing to touch it.
Jamie did. She told Etta that she was not only the one woman she would be with until the day she died, but that she was the best, the ruler of her life, that compared to no other she had sampled before.
Those weren’t real lovers. They were nobodies who didn’t know how to truly please her or ask for nothing in return.
Even when Etta asked for things, it was with Jamie in mind.
She could be selfish sometimes, but it wasn’t her nature.
If Jamie had to choose one person for the rest of her existence… it would be Etta.
She made sure Etta knew that. Then begged.
When Jamie gave herself over to her, knowing well that she would never be abandoned again that night, Jamie saw something she had never acknowledged before: nothingness.
Sweet, elusive nothingness. It was only her.
Etta. The frenzy they created, even though she was tied up and under direct orders not to move.
The bites to her thigh were like fragments of heaven breaking apart before her closed eyes.
The surge of Etta’s love careening into her core shone like the millions of stars breaking across the twilight.
Her groans, her breaths as heavy as the amount of sin expressed between them, were harsh kisses from the cosmic winds crashing down on Jamie.
She stopped feeling. She let go. Here, in Etta’s hold, Jamie encountered the one thing she had only heard about but never thought in a million years she would surrender herself to.
Her consciousness was an elusive creature, slipping in and out of the light as every neuron in her body lit on fire and made her feel everything as if it were screamed through a megaphone.
The feel of Etta’s fingers inside her. The slip of her skin against hers.
The heat of her breath, her essence as it came from her and returned to her.
The softness of the clothes Etta still wore as she dominated Jamie.
This was the woman Jamie met when her eyes were closed to what she offered.
Now she was the same woman, but Jamie’s eyes were open.
“Are you with me?” Etta asked.
Jamie wanted to say yes, but her voice was gone.
Her head rolled back and forth. A sense of satiation she had only dreamed of overcame her.
Etta could keep making love to her. In fact, Jamie encouraged it.
Maybe she did. Maybe Etta entered her again, rocking gently into her as she helped her through the illusion of subspace.
Everything was so easy now. Even when Etta untied her, whispering love and admiration for how well she could let go, Jamie didn’t lower her arms. It felt like a crime to do anything but remain absolutely at her Domme’s disposal.
But Etta would never dispose of her. So while she nuzzled against her, rubbing her nether lips and kissing her breasts, Jamie stared at the ceiling, at the back of her eyelids, wondering if she ever had to let go of this crazy bliss.
“I never felt so much like yours,” Jamie muttered, using the last of her energy to speak.
Etta kissed her, whether in one place or everywhere, it didn’t matter to Jamie. “I could say the same to you.”
Jamie did her final bit of letting go. The next thing she knew, she was home, in bed, with the greatest woman in the world lulling her back to sleep as she shortly joined Jamie.