5. Chapter 5 #3
She liked obeying Danica’s commands. First, she wasn’t allowed to say anything but Yes or No . Then she was guided into whatever position struck her fancy. She had to beg. She had to tell her how much she loved it without using any words.
Now? She would take her or leave her as is. She didn’t have time to dither. They would do what Danica wanted, or Alicia could go home without her torn tights.
Most of all, however, Alicia refused to betray the veneer she crafted around this woman. She would not be disappointed. She would rely on instinct, and probably her hand… because she didn’t doubt that Danica would have a lot of opinions on what she should do.
Pretend you know what you’re doing, girl. Pussy. Mouth. Eat it.
Anyone else, and she may have taken it slowly.
Eased into it. Test the waters under the guise of teasing her.
Danica, however, was not a woman who wanted to be teased.
Fuck. That. She wanted it now. She wanted it quickly.
She wanted to stew in the power she commanded whenever she had sex.
This was a woman who didn’t bother taking off her clothes.
She summoned women to her place and told them, “Fuck me or leave. It’s your choice, but those are your options. ”
Alicia would go for it. Those were the only options she saw right now.
She did it so quickly that the only thing her brain registered was the feeling of Danica’s skin on her mouth.
The texture and taste didn’t hit Alicia until Danica was already manipulating her head and hand to fit her vision of their encounter.
Once that guesswork was taken away from her, then Alicia tasted the overwhelming flavor of musk and…
what in the world was that? It wasn’t bitter.
It certainly wasn’t sweet. Another aphrodisiac in this woman’s arsenal.
So it does taste good? Good was a misnomer.
The jury was still out on whether it was good, since that same goodness knew that Alicia had so little time to appreciate it.
But it wasn’t bad. Not at all. If anything, it fueled her brain with more sexual urgency, begging her to taste the extent of this woman’s pleasure.
She particularly liked the way Danica held her ponytail and directed her nether lips against Alicia’s mouth.
Her inclination was to focus on the microcosm of the clit or the entrance to Danica’s body, but the woman in question smothered Alicia’s face, urging her to go for all of it, now, at once.
Danica said things. Many things. Some of them registered in Alicia’s brain, and others disappeared into the air, never to be understood.
Danica never said a harsh word. She also said few kind words.
She mostly praised Alicia’s eagerness and told her she was on the right track to getting what she wanted.
Alicia wished she could have parsed such words better.
She was too busy sampling every drop of Danica Moreau’s taste with her tongue, taking note of the lines, the curves, and the softness of her pussy.
Did most women feel like this? Or was it only her?
The woman yearned to come. Except Alicia had never imagined such a taste as this existed, and she had no idea what to make of it!
She had barely grown accustomed to it when Danica pulled her head away and forced eye contact again. The hem of the lifted dress almost obscured the view.
“That’s enough,” she said. “Touch yourself and tell me if you’re still wet.”
Even though there was little sacred left between them, Alicia still blushed to press her fingers against her folds and feel her arousal all over her knuckles. She was so slick that there was no doubt that Danica could do whatever she wanted to her right now, no issue.
“Are you, Ms. Colbert?”
The more she said her name like that, the more Alicia felt like the naughty secretary being inappropriate in the office.
No, I was merely inappropriate in her sex club.
That night, she hadn’t gotten much off on the idea that she was her boss.
She was more into the idea that Danica was really hot and in charge.
Now, Alicia opened up to the great situation she experienced.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”
Next thing she knew, Alicia was yanked to her feet and pulled to a desk by the one window in the room.
Danica shoved some paperweights and their respective stacks of papers to the side. More than a few fluttered and clanked to the carpet. Alicia didn’t care. Her ass was on the edge of the desk, and the hottest woman she had ever met was coming down on top of her.
Her mind attempted to focus too much at once.
Her heavy hands pushed against her, grabbing her breasts, holding her shoulders.
Her kisses, both biting and gentle. The growls in her throat were the only sounds in the room, since Alicia’s voice had completely disappeared.
This may have only been their second encounter, but it was already the best thing to have ever happened to boring Alicia Colbert.
Danica wasted none of her precious time. No games. No questions. No demands, other than that Alicia keep her legs spread. No. Danica was going to hump her with little to herald her coming, and Ms. Colbert would cry out in ecstasy to have it happen.
She did. They did.
The whole moment was surreal. Then again, hadn’t the moment back in the VIP room been surreal as well?
Except when Alicia woke up that day, she never thought something as delightful as this would happen.
At least their night in Midnight was preceded by an air of sexual revelry.
All Alicia had done to prepare herself today was think back on her fantasies of Danica Moreau.
You know, that woman having sex with me right now.
Alicia grabbed the edge of the desk and kept her knees in the air.
It was the only way to counteract the strong thrusts slamming into her, searching for her innermost place she may or may not have brushed against before.
The sheer barbaric magnitude of the moment had Alicia wondering if this was how the cavewomen did it thousands of years ago.
How strange . They wore some of the nicest clothes either owned, and this room had to be worth a million dollars itself, but in the end? Base creatures. Both of them.
Danica never said a word. The only sounds she made were grunts and groans that added nothing but ambiance to the moment.
Alicia wanted to say all the words coming to her head.
Words like, “Yes, yes, that’s it fuck me like that!
” and, “Oh my God, ma’am, you’re absolutely fucking amazing and I don’t want you to stop!
” Yet she never said these words. It seemed wrong.
Forced. The wrong thing to add to such a heated moment like this.
They both communicated with their eyes. No matter how hard Danica took her, how loud she was, or how quick or drawn out her thrusts became, not once did she break eye contact.
When Alicia tried to push herself up on her elbows, Danica pushed her back down, hands holding open Alicia’s legs and pinning her to the desk.
That’s it, Alicia. You’re a passive part of this.
Your job is to be fucked and reap the benefits.
The biggest benefit, aside from how powerful such a union was, culminated in the pit of her stomach before expanding to the rest of her body.
“Fuck!” she cried, an unexpected orgasm tearing through parts unknown.
Alicia had to close her eyes. Had to retreat into her mind where she could properly appreciate the moment.
She was nothing more than a woman with torn clothes being fucked by one of the most powerful women she had ever met – and it was amazing.
One moment, Alicia was lost in the movements of sex, and the next, her body was marked by the only woman to touch her.
Would she ever get over how exciting it was?
How it made her convulse for a few seconds, eyelids fluttering and mouth falling open in a soundless scream?
Her hands searched for Danica’s chest, firm, warm, and giving away beneath her tunic dress.
It was all sealed with a kiss, like last time.
The woman may fuck Alicia like she was another young body to cross her path, but her tendency to end every experience with a soft, heavy kiss to her lips never went unappreciated.
Alicia also appreciated her staying with her even more.
I’ve never felt this intimate with anyone before .
As the endorphins released from her brain…
she tricked herself into thinking that this was real.
That they were real.
Without a word, Danica pulled away, taking her body and her sweet kisses somewhere else. Alicia’s legs dropped with little pomp. It was over.
Alicia rode the elevator down alone. She could have waited for Ms. Clayborn to accompany her, but it didn’t take rocket science to figure out how to get to the lobby. All she needed was a call ahead to the driver to take her home, compliments of Ms. Danica Moreau.
Danica .
Even though Alicia had already gussied up in one of the many bathrooms, she still gave herself a once-over in the elevator mirror. That’s the face of a woman who is used for sex. She was numb to the idea. Even so, it might have been nice of the woman to at least get her dinner.
“Thank you for sharing your limited time with me, Ms. Colbert.” Those were Danica’s parting words as she pulled her dress back into place and regained her composure. “Perhaps I shall inquire about you again. Don’t worry. I have your number, should I need it.”
Well. How nice of her. Once Alicia came down from her high, she couldn’t help but resent Danica. A little. She knew what it was going to be like before they got started.
Still… could have bought me dinner.
She sighed. Danica would never properly date her.
She would use Alicia for booty calls, and she would either go along with it or jettison Danica forever.
There were probably other women she booty called as well.
Alicia wasn’t special. Just her latest obsession.
I figure I’ve got one hookup left before she realizes she’s tired of me.
The elevator doors opened. Alicia checked to make sure her torn tights weren’t visible in her bag before stepping out.
A contingent of important-looking men in suits gathered in the lobby.
“Excuse me.” Alicia attempted to push through them so she could make her escape to the sidewalk, where Danica’s car waited. “Excuse me!” Someone needed to assert herself.
A few men moved away. Alicia had to throw her sore muscles into pushing past another group, grumbling as she rubbed elbows with more bespoke suits than she had ever seen before.
Naturally, she bumped into someone who refused to get out of her way.
“Um… excuse me,” she mumbled. She looked up and…
Cold, striking amber eyes.
It was not Moreau. Or at least not Danica Moreau.
“Yes,” the older gentleman with steel gray hair muttered. “Excuse you, Miss.”
Alicia froze where she stood. The tall, glaring man moved out of her way. Other men followed his example and cleared the way for her to get to the door. “Ah…”
The man’s amber eyes remained locked on her as she slowly stepped away. Every so often, Alicia looked over her shoulder, struck by that gaze. Who is that? Her hand touched the glass of the door. The doormen were too busy with the other guests to care about helping her.
Someone stepped in her way. Deliberately.
“Who are you?” the gentleman asked. “You came out of that elevator over there, yes?”
Alicia swallowed. Had she done something wrong? “I’m Alicia Colbert. I don’t think we’ve met before?”
“Of course we haven’t.” He sounded like Danica, too. A male one. The same dominant tone, though. “What were you doing up there?”
The lobby was silent with so many people in it. Dozens of eyes looked right at Alicia.
“Um… I…”
“Did you see Danica?”
The accusation!
When Alicia didn’t immediately answer, the older gentleman softened his lined face. “I see. You should probably be on your way, young lady.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. “I’m sorry if I somehow bothered you, sir.” She waited for the man in front of her to move. He didn’t.
The older gentleman, however, came closer. He may have looked and sounded like Danica, but his scent was wildly different. Spicy. Cinnamon and ginger. A hint of cloves.
“I don’t know what you were doing with my daughter, but I can guess.” Whoa. Whoa . “It will be the last time. In my building, anyway. Now, go.”
Alicia went. She went so quickly that she almost overshot the car parked by the sidewalk.
“Who the hell was that?” she asked the driver. The door closed behind her.
“That’s Russell Moreau, ma’am. Ms. Moreau’s father.”
Alicia may have felt too young for a heart attack, but she wasn’t too young for a stroke.