Chapter 17
“Now?” Nala attempted to stand up. Yet one hand remained clutching the pommel horse, and there Varen was, taking Nala’s other hand and kissing it as if she were a regal lover.
“You said so yourself the other night.” Lips pressed against the inside of her arm. “Every time I see you like this, you’re Nightingale. And Nightingale belongs to me.”
Oh, fuck, I did say that. At the time it sounded good. Sexy, even. “You seriously want to fuck me right now?”
“Nightingale,” she said, and a part of Nala missed the way Varen could say her real name.
Yet when Varen slowly inched her hand into the inside of Nala’s dress, touching her breast and rubbing against her hardening nipple, she had to admit there was a dark undertone that turned her on.
I don’t want to be turned on right now! “You said you would submit. Did you forget that I am your Mistress? Then I need to teach you even more than I thought I did.”
Trapped between two identities, Nala had to quickly decide.
She could tell Varen to fuck off, but she was right…
she had said that shit the other night. No wonder she was under the impression they could go to The Aviary and bang afterward.
Sometimes, I forget that under this guise is a horny Domme.
Shivers claimed Nala. Oh, yes, she did want to go another round with Ms. Rough and Ready. But here?
“Why don’t we go back to your place?” She tried to sound sweet. Docile. Compliant. “We’ll have actual privacy there.” I won’t feel this veil of shame all over me. Nala may be able to slip into Nightingale’s shoes without too much effort, but some things could not be avoided.
“You are seriously suffering from a lack of understanding, darling.”
Varen grabbed her chest, hoisting her back up and into her embrace.
She stared into the darkness behind the curtain, wanting to cry out in, what?
Anticipation? Fear? Neither was happening now that Varen had a hand on her mouth.
“I said I wanted it now. Not later. Not at home. Now.”
The longer she knew her, the more Nala came to realize that the fa?ade she projected around her was that – a fa?ade.
Varen wasn’t the silent, brooding type she broadcasted to keep people at bay.
She was mired in grief – and desire. I’m probably the first woman she’s gone for since…
Varen’s hand squeezed her breast, knee pushing her legs open.
“I’ve needed you all damn night. All week. One thought of you and this happens.”
She snatched Nala’s hand and brought it back, letting her fingers feel the heat between her legs.
Oh, dear. The worst part? If it weren’t for where they were, Nala would be totally 100% turned on.
“I’ve been looking forward to tonight because of what you said Sunday. If you’re Nightingale right now, then you’re mine. She – you – belongs to me. I can do whatever the hell I want to you.”
Nala’s hem worked its way up her thighs, revealing her simple black lingerie that was embarrassingly wet. “Do I need to prove this to you?”
Nala was allowed to stand on her own, head craning so she could look the madwoman in the eye. “No, ma’am,” she said, conjuring the soft voice she had been using as Nightingale all night. “You should have said something earlier.”
Varen glared, plucking the band from Nala’s bun and letting her hair cascade down her shoulders.
“Will you submit to me and obey? I’m not playing around, Nightingale.”
Her teeth came dangerously close to Nala’s lips, forcing her to grab the pommel horse behind her.
“I need to fuck you like I need to breathe. God knows why. I’m starting to suspect you are a succubus. You make me crazy. The only thing I have going for me…”
Varen grabbed her ass, pinching it until Nala whined from the surprising pain.
“I can take you whatever way I want. I can punish you.”
Even though she said these intoxicating words, her touch to Nala’s cheek, to her hairline was gentle.
Nala closed her eyes, lips slightly parted as she swayed beneath those promises of sex.
Who the fuck am I right now? Whether Nala or Nightingale, she was enthralled.
Because at the end of the day, it’s this stupid body rushing in hormones and demanding to get fucked.
So maybe Nala was the one involved right now… she didn’t have to know that.
“Do you know why you need to be punished, Nightingale?”
She melted in Varen’s backward embrace, thighs on fire and pussy aching. “No, ma’am,” she whispered.
“Two reasons. The first is because of your insubordination. You need more proper training. You need to learn how to be a better, more obedient sub for me when you, Nightingale, are around. Because…”
Nala swallowed, hard. “Because?”
“Because no matter who you are now, I hate the fact that I want you so much. Don’t you get it?”
Her harsh whispers spat into Nala’s ear, both arousing and scaring her.
Enough to make the arousal worse. “I’m supposed to control this. Yet here I am, aching to feel you all night. Do you know what that does to a woman like me?”
Nala knew she wasn’t supposed to answer, but she couldn’t help herself. “It makes you resent me. Because you wish I were your fiancée instead of some dumb girl you go crazy for.”
It was a low blow. One Nala would have to pay for dearly.
Varen shoved her back down, tearing at Nala’s dress and promising to get her back for that.
It’s okay. Really. Riling Varen up was like a game.
How eager could Nala get her, and how passionate?
Didn’t matter what kind of passion. Nala learned that these rough quickies were some of the best fun of her life.
They weren’t in love. They were barely partners of any kind.
If anything, life was easier pretending to be Varen’s sex worker.
Got body, got services. I’m here for you, ma’am!
She wasn’t like Robin, who salivated to call her woman Mistress and get on her knees to eat her out.
She also wasn’t like Maggie, who looked like she should be anywhere but at The Aviary.
Fuck me. She almost wished Varen would. It didn’t matter what she did to her, as long as she meant it.
“You make it incredibly hard for me to go easy on you.”
A zipper came undone. Nala’s breasts fell from her uniform, a dress Varen had bought for her so she could show her off and fuck her senseless.
When she felt cool air hit her pussy, Nala knew it would be quick, and hardly easy.
Sure enough, Varen’s fingers helped themselves to her wetness, making Nala grip the pommel horse beneath her.
Finger me, fucker. She did, not for Nala’s pleasure, but to make sure she was wet enough for what came next.
Well, it pleasured her anyway, and that made Nala – and Nightingale – grin against the taut leather.
“Don’t go easy on me,” she hissed, rubbing her ass against the rough material of Varen’s exquisite pants. “Punish me, ma’am. Teach me a fucking lesson.”
Her hair wrapped around Varen’s hand, tugging at her scalp, pulling her up, letting her breasts graze in joy against the pommel horse. “You are something else,” Varen muttered, almost bewildered. “You’d almost be fun if you also weren’t such a confusing pain in my ass.”
“Don’t hold back how you feel.” Nala grimaced as her hair was pulled again.
That’s why you like it loose and long, ma’am!
She didn’t know what Varen pulled out of her inside jacket pocket.
Probably something she had brought for this moment.
Oh, how long have you fantasized about doing this to me?
Nala’s interest was piqued again when she heard the light buzz of a vibrator.
Except it wasn’t a demure device like they had talked about before.
It was rod shaped, and it came straight for Nala’s exposed entrance.
“Don’t you dare, either.”
Was that a challenge? Well, Varen hadn’t told her to shut up this time…
“Ugh, shit!” Nala’s fingers pierced the pommel horse as Varen drove the vibrating rod into her. Fuck me is right! It was like last Friday again, when it ached in that erotically liberating way, her body stretching, testing itself as Varen all but took her with exquisite force.
“Why do you have to be so fucking tight, Nightingale…”
Varen’s growls did things to Nala that no one had been capable of before. Namely, they made her so hedonistic and wet that she felt like she could take two of these damn things. That was silly, of course. One was almost too much for a petite body like hers to handle.
“Damnit, open up for me!”
“I’m trying!” Nala lay her cheek on the leather as she stepped on her tip-toes and tried to pull her legs wider. “Fucking take me! I don’t care if it hurts! Punish me!”
She got her first punishment when her ass stung from a sharp spank.
Another one. Nala cried out, knees buckling as Varen held her cheeks apart and thrust the vibrating rod forward.
Dear cosmos in the sky, it hurt! Regardless of how wet she was, it wasn’t enough to accommodate Varen’s tenacity when she was like this.
Yet it somehow feels so good. This rough way of lovemaking – if it could be called that – was a just punishment for being so insolent a while ago. I’m sorry, not really, but I’m sorry.
“Yes!” The best part? Being able to mouth off for the first time since they started having sex. “Fuck me, Mistress! Make me come, Varen!
Every time the rod came out, Nala was wetter – and every time she became wetter, it informed Varen how easy she was. One of her hands held her down while the other pinched her ass, reminding her that Varen was there, owning her, making short work of her libido.
“Do you like it, Nightingale?” It helped that she kept calling her that. It fueled the fantasy building, the one where she was a lawless, loose woman who was into the sorts of things Nala Nazarov would never in good conscience do. “Do you like it when I put you in your place?”
“Yes!” Her forehead tapped against the pommel horse with every hard thrust Varen gave her. “God, yes!”
Varen stopped, squeezing Nala’s hips as she pulled up one leg and slipped the rod deeper into her.
It was already on the highest setting of vibrations.
I feel it in my clit. In my fucking stomach.
There wasn’t an inch of her pelvis that didn’t tingle with excitement.
“Do you like getting fucked as if you’re nothing?”
“Yes!”
“What do you want, Nightingale? Do you want to come for your Domme?”