Chapter 22 #4
The crop headed down the backs of her legs, stopping short of the back of her knees. Victoria was a seasoned Domme and knew just the right places to impact. Jessica squirmed; her skin was getting hot. The pain was just that—pain. It hadn’t translated into pleasure yet.
Victoria must have sensed that a shift was needed because the crop strikes stopped.
She moved around to face Jessica but never once made eye contact.
Instead, she inspected Jessica’s body. It was as if Victoria were looking at an object, an object to be used for her own enjoyment.
When she finally made eye contact, it wasn’t gentle or mirthful; it was hard and calculated.
Jessica had seen this look before and knew it was all in the name of setting the mood so they both felt the power differential.
Jessica’s breathing got heavier. Just a tad.
Victoria was in no way near done with her, but she didn’t know what was coming next.
“At ease,” Victoria said and walked away. Jessica brought her arms down and clasped her hands behind her back. Victoria placed the crop methodically on the dresser and pulled out a flogger from the open drawer.
Yes, yes, yes, Jessica squealed to herself. Anticipatory joy rushed through her. Even her pulsing backside felt the joy.
Victoria tossed the flogger on the bed and then went into the bathroom.
The short time it took her to come back out seemed like days.
Jessica thrust her chest out slightly. Victoria noticed.
Good. Victoria picked up the small bench Jessica used at her makeup table and positioned it at the foot of the bed.
“Assume the position.” Victoria gestured to the stool.
Jessica practically ran; she was that excited. She knelt on the padded bench facing the bed. Victoria came up behind her, reached around, and kneaded Jessica’s breasts through the bra. A soft moan from her Domme sent a surge of arousal through Jessica. Her own moan echoed Victoria’s.
A soft push on her back had her lying face down on the bed, her arms underneath her. Her hips hit the edge of the bed perfectly, and she was bent over for the taking.
The flogger was picked up, and then it began.
Stroke after stroke hit her back, buttocks, and thighs.
Over and over again. When one spot got too hot, Victoria seemed to sense it and moved on.
The pulsing sensations were now uniform and moving.
Moving south to that place that desperately needed relief. “Please, baby,” Jessica called out.
“A begging woman,” Victoria whispered in her ear. “My favorite.” A soft cloth appeared from somewhere, and her skin was smoothed down.
If Jessica could purr, she would have. But then the scene moved on, exactly like she hoped it would. A hand pressed her head into the covers. It was gentle, though, just a prop to simulate a real situation.
“Do you like the hood of my Ferrari?” Victoria said, still pressing her head down lightly. “It’s my new security vehicle.” Jessica’s head was released, and then those calloused hands grabbed her hips from behind. “You’re a temptress, Ms. Bennett.”
Yes, yes, yes, Jessica’s brain approved. She held her breath until the strap-on entered her from behind. Victoria rammed her several times. The padded comforter and mattress softened the thrusts, but it was heaven.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jessica said, this time out loud, as friction became her best friend.
“Look at those cars going by,” Victoria said with a laugh. “Oh, look. That woman took a picture.”
Jessica moaned at the imagined scene. It didn’t take long.
The impact, the dominance, and the damned possession of her body took its toll, and she came with a long screeching moan.
An assorted array of curse words followed as her overwhelmed body convulsed.
Well-timed hand slaps on her ass helped her milk out several aftershocks.
Jessica took a moment to recover, and then Victoria helped her stand. “Undress me.” Jessica knew better than to try to steal a few kisses. She’d tried that in the past, but this Domme was in stoic mode and could not be softened by kisses. And that was okay.
“Just the top,” Victoria said. The phallus hung low, pointed toward the ground, as Victoria rolled the used condom off of it.
She shoved it in a tissue and tossed it in the nearby trashcan.
She moved the bench back underneath the makeup table, dove onto the bed, and flipped onto her back.
She pulled something out of what had become her bedside stand and strapped it to her thigh.
“Climb on board,” Victoria said, and Jessica complied. “No, not on my stick. On this.” She rubbed her hands along the thing strapped to her thigh. “I got this for us. It’s new. We’ll see.”
Jessica’s disappointment about riding Vic cowgirl-style was tempered by a new experience. She moved to straddle the thigh.
“It’s a strap-on grinder,” Victoria said.
“You move in whatever way you want on it. You cum whenever and however you want. I, in the meantime, will be enjoying these.” She sat up, reached behind Jessica, and unlatched the bra.
Every woman knows the relief of becoming free from her bra, and this time was no exception. Jessica moaned and rubbed her breasts.
“My turn,” Victoria said and took over the stroking.
Oh, yes. Victoria was a breast woman, that was for sure.
Wet fingers hardened Jessica’s nipples. Wet fingers also latched on and twisted gently, then hard.
Jessica cried out. A surge of arousal hit her down below.
She was allowed to get off any way she could on this grinder thing.
She lowered herself down and felt the soft silicone ridges against her sex.
Oh, God, she could rub her entire labia along it.
And she did. She avoided her clit for now.
She rocked back and forth on Victoria’s thigh as Victoria played with her nipples. One nipple found its way into a mouth.
“Fuck,” Jessica said. Lately, there was a direct line from her nipples to her clit.
She leaned forward slightly. The sucking pressure on her nipple increased.
She found the biggest ridge on the grinder device and rubbed her clit along it.
With Victoria sucking and Jessica rubbing, her arousal didn’t stand a chance.
Three more rocking strokes and she ignited again.
She fell on top of Victoria and kissed her hard. She loved kissing as she orgasmed.
She’d separated from the grinder, but that didn’t matter; her orgasm had been one of those intense, short ones. An aftershock hit her, and she moaned again. Victoria tapped one of Jessica’s legs, and she understood what was next. She moved her leg so she was now straddling the phallus.
Victoria arched her hips up and entered her again.
“Oh, God, baby,” Jessica moaned. She was going to cum again.
It took longer than she thought, but each stroke brought a small pulse of imminence.
Victoria put her hand between them as Jessica rode up and down.
She was stroking both of them. Victoria came first. Hearing her cries of passion ignited Jessica’s senses and it wasn’t long before she also came.
She fell forward. Her breasts dangling in Victoria’s face.
Victoria kissed the soft flesh lovingly, not to arouse, but to worship.
Jessica caught her breath and moved off Victoria. She fell to her side and then turned to lay her head on Victoria’s chest. An arm went around her.
“Mmm,” was the only semi-word Jessica could manage.
“I agree.” Victoria kissed the top of Jessica’s head. “I don’t know how I found you, but all I know is that you feel like home. And I’m damned lucky.”
Jessica rubbed Victoria’s bare stomach. “You let yourself be vulnerable and ask for help. That opened the door for you. You opened it. I just peeked in a little.”
Victoria chuckled. “I always thought I didn’t need love or affection or any of that. I thought playtime was enough to sustain me. But it isn’t.”
“You know what?” Jessica sat up. She traced her finger along Victoria’s kissable lips. “Frankenstein’s monster had a similar realization. He learned that if he was ever going to be happy, he needed love. But love needs companionship; it needs empathy and, unlike you, he never got that.”
“That’s kind of sad, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” Jessica said. “What was it that Miss Rowena said to you the other day? ‘Victoria does things in her own way.’ Something like that. And, although you may have gone the long way to get here, you still did it the way that felt right to you.”
“If it got me to you, then I did it right.”
Victoria pulled Jessica down and kissed her passionately. They both laughed when they heard a familiar scratching on the bedroom door.
“We’re going to have to teach that furred one some boundaries,” Victoria said and got up to let the cat in. Misty ran into the room, chirping, and then jumped on the rumpled bed.
“Come, shower,” Jessica said, getting up after petting the cat. “This pride can catnap, and then furball will be kicked out when we begin another round.”
“Best pride ever,” Victoria said as Jessica led her out of the bedroom.
~~~ The End ~~~