4. June #2
“It doesn’t mean I think any less of you, or that I don’t respect you. It’s a job. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes it’s a job. Okay, so it’s my career… but all careers are built from jobs. I have my favorites, though. You are one of my favorites.”
“If you’re worried I no longer want to be your patron, you can put your mind at ease. Although I would appreciate not having to see you… like this…”
“What? I haven’t changed who I am. So someone slept with me!
You do it all the time!” June snorted. She was on her hands and knees now, breasts dangling toward her bed and sloppy bun threatening to join them.
“Do you know how many clients I’ve had to see after you’re done with me?
What if I told you that one of them paid me extra to not clean up after you left?
Lots of people get off on that, you know.
They didn’t touch me. Just talked to me and had some drinks.
But it gives people a fantasy. I dunno. I don’t delve into the thought process. I get paid.”
Sette dropped the pencil she held. It rolled on the carpet, but she did not bend to pick it up. “You’re lying.”
June shook her head. “Nope.”
“You are.”
“Hmm? You think that, huh?” June cocked her head, seeing straight through Sette’s bullshit.
The woman was shifting in her seat. Her knuckles were curled, but her eyes said I know all about that.
Now, the way she looked at June was different.
She was curious. Still mad, but curious.
What was she thinking? What would it be like to be a woman like that?
June shivered. First Miquela, then Sette?
What was her world coming to? If she concentrated hard enough, she could still feel that moment Miquela had been inside her not too long ago.
She thought she felt in love and owned then?
What would it happening a second time, with the other woman she had mixed feelings for, do to her?
I should win some award for that. Do we have awards in this business? I will earn them all.
“I bet you’re a lot like that, Sette.” Her tone came from nowhere. Sweet. Seductive. Deadly. “I bet you love the idea of touching a woman right after she’s been with another. Guess what? I’m your girl, fulfilling your every fantasy. Including that one.”
Bless her, she was trying so hard to remain collected. “I thought you said I was a dominant woman? That sounds pretty second-tier to me.”
“Nah. Most people into that are totally dominant. It only gets submissive if it’s like…
cuckolding.” June had done plenty of that, too.
“The power comes from knowing that you’re the last one…
that you’re the one I’m going to remember for the rest of the night.
Some woman has already had me, but you’re the one with the last word.
In every gangbang I’ve ever seen play out, the last one to go is far from being submissive .
They’re usually the ones holding out because they know they’re special and deserve the honor of going last.” She grinned. “I’m thinking of a woman, by the way.”
“How many gangbangs have you seen, exactly?”
“Don’t change the subject, Sette. Admit it. You’re thinking about it.”
“What am I thinking about?”
Nobody smirked more than June. “Asserting how dominant you are.” Miquela was one hell of a woman to be with…
but June had to admit, thinking about Sette usurping all of that was hot.
“You want this, don’t you?” She fell back, spreading her legs and letting Sette see how flushed she was.
“I’ve barely warmed up. Now, all I need is a woman like you to finish me off. ”
Her finger drew a long, lingering line up her slit. Sette’s eyes never left that finger, nor the way June’s tongue wrapped around it, tasting herself.
“I only have one question,” Sette said, hand clutching the tray of her easel. Careful. You’re going to break that thing. “The one who did that… who was it?”
June cackled, body rustling against her bed and hair finally jerking from its pins. “Who do you think it was? Read a tabloid sometime, Billionaire Baddie #2.”
Yeah, #2. What do you think about that?
Like a bull rampaging toward the color red, Sette shoved aside her easel and launched herself toward June.
She welcomed Sette with open arms and a guarded heart.
Okay, even I have to admit that this is hot.
Sette didn’t initially come off as a woman who would want to own everyone and everything in her view.
That’s because she wasn’t. She was a discerning dominant.
Instead of bulldozing and conquering, she chose her targets carefully and methodically.
She had chosen June a long time ago. Perhaps as only a fling.
Only as a way to invigorate the muse in her head.
Now it was personal.
Some other woman was elbowing her out. That was not acceptable. Something had to be done to make Sette #1 in June’s mind.
Or so she hoped. So she really, really hoped.
Come through for me. Show me what you’re really made of.
She knew Sette could be both tender and driven by harried passion. She had shown June rough more than once. Given over to the primal tendencies everyone with a libido experienced at least once in a while. Now she would hopefully make June feel like the most prized possession in her own life.
“Is that all you got?” June offered a malicious smile as Sette pinned her to the mattress, lips grazing her throat. “Don’t you know others are making moves on me? How am I going to know that you’re really the one I need?”
“Sette…” Her voice cracked. The woman was on her, between her legs, holding her arms above her head, and drinking in her used but available body.
Even though June had been with her more times than she could count now, she still felt the stress of the situation and the emotions inside of her.
I don’t know how I feel about you, Sette Christie…
but I know I want this. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you know I want you to? ”
“I want to hear you say it.”
That sharpness coming from her throat made June shudder beneath her weight.
“Please…”
“That’s right. Beg for it, if you want it so much.”
I’ve never felt this side of her before. Not like this.
“Yes. Do whatever you want to me. However hard you want to do it. I’m all yours to do with as you will.”
“Like you were that other woman’s, right?”
“She’s not here now, is she? Don’t you see? When it’s you and me, you’re the only woman I see and feel. You’re the only one.”
“I bet you said that to her, too.”
Would she deny it? June didn’t want to lie to her, but she also didn’t want to ruin their powerful moment.
“It doesn’t stop what I said from being true. Now, do you want me or not?”
“Oh, I want you. It kills me inside how much I foolishly want you.”
“It’s not foolish if I feel the same way.”
“You’re good at what you do, I have to give you that.” Sette ground against her thighs, still marked from what Miquela had done to them earlier. “You almost have me convinced sometimes.”
“Convinced of what?”
She surged forward, forcing the air from June’s lungs. “That there’s even a chance in hell that you love me back.”
Of course I love you back!
June swore she would say it. Out loud. To her. She wanted to. She wanted to as easily declare love as these women did to her.
But she couldn’t.
Sette was so fast, so strong, so demanding of her body that all of June’s willpower had to go to withstanding her. The way she drove her into the mattress and made her cry out in pleasure. The way she held her down with her own strength, extracting her submission as if that was what one simply did.
Taking her to places few had ever accomplished.
Yes, there was sex. There was enjoying what a woman could offer her in bed and beyond.
This was different.
The way they moved together, as easily as a lock and a matching key, was unlike most things June had experienced before. She could feel every drop of desire inside Sette. How much she wanted her. Longed for her. Loved her.
It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t even their perceived notions of love, no matter how silly it felt for them to both be in their thirties and barely know what love was.
“Don’t talk.” Sette slapped her hand over June’s mouth as she shifted her position. “If you talk, you won’t hear. If you can’t hear, you can’t feel what I’m telling you. Now turn the fuck over and give me your undying submission.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.
June pulled against the bed, forcing herself onto her stomach, both thighs aching from what these women had done to her. I was about to come . She watched the way Sette climbed over her again, powerful and intent.
“You hear me? The only thing coming out of your mouth is how much you want me.” Sette gripped June’s hair, strength coiled in every movement. “I’m the only woman who matters right now. You will damn well make me feel like it.”
June flashed her a look of utter adoration. Yes, yes, do it. Her aches and tremors were all for Sette. Everything running down her skin begged Sette to have her fill. For fuck’s sake, she wanted both women.
“Yes!” Tingles shot through her as Sette smacked her ass. “Give it to me!”
Sette asked her who she wanted the most. You.
She asked her what the key to pleasure and pain was.
You . She asked her what she would ask for if she could ask for anything in the world.
You, you, you. Who else existed in the world?
Only you. What was the key to happiness?
You, Sette, you. Most of all, what did she want?
“Fuck me!” June cried. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll die!”
When Sette delivered, she truly, unconditionally delivered. Not just in June’s core, but in her whole damn body… mind… heart… her fucking soul couldn’t remain untouched, no matter how much June tried to guard it.
Lovers had taken her hard and roughly before.
They had pushed her body to limits she rarely let them do, for if she didn’t have her body functioning in top form, then what good was she at her job?
Yet to have Sette treat her as if she were both nothing and everything at the same time?
That was a new one. Never before had someone done this to her… and meant it.
June couldn’t say if she ever orgasmed. Sure, she orgasmed, but it wasn’t quite the same as climaxing.
There was no time, no chance for that. Every movement of Sette’s body was mostly meant for her.
June would take it, and she would like it, but she didn’t even have a say in when Sette finished.
Normally, she controlled a good bit of that power.
She knew how to use her muscles and rhythm to bring a lover along with her.
She did it to both Sette and Miquela all the time…
carefully calculating when they could reach that moment together, because there was nothing better than that.
Sette was above and beyond that realm of plausibility. She was using everything she had to undo both of their worlds.
When she finally did succumb to the power June still held over her, it was with June completely slammed against her bed, body trembling and awaiting whatever Sette gave her.
All she knew was that when Sette rode her ass, hand clutching her shoulders like she rode the prized mare at the fair, it had never felt so right. Especially when Sette climaxed on her, sharing heat, passion, and the kind of wetness that announced she was done with this.
Sette collapsed on top of her, hands splayed next to June’s and hot breath beating against the back of her neck. Exhausted, June slowly eased her hips to the bed, disconnecting their bodies for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Holy shit,” Sette groaned, thumb brushing over where her pussy had been only a moment before. “I did that.” Her hand lingered on June’s ass. “We did that.”
She pulled away, grunting and wrestling to put herself back together. What are you doing? You should get over here and rest with me. Did June want to cuddle? She really was losing her mind.
Sette sat back on her stool, eyes darting between the mess she left on the bed and the blank canvas she put back on its easel.
“Don’t move. I’m painting this.”
Like June could move. “Make sure you capture my good side,” she panted, too sore to move a single muscle. “That would be the side with your pussy all over it, by the way.”
She closed her eyes to the tune of Sette’s pencil brushing against the canvas.
June wasn’t about to unpack the mind of an artist, but she was glad to have it in her life.