Chapter 13
Ellie caught up with them at the elevator.
Cass gave her a little nod when she saw her then pressed the button and the three of them stood in a row, waiting, the lobby quiet around them.
Becca was practically bouncing in excitement, her energy barely contained beneath the silver dress which was doing heroic work pretending to be sophisticated evening wear rather than the wrapping paper on a woman who was about thirty seconds from combusting.
She kept looking at Cass and then looking away, like she couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
What on earth must Cass have just whispered to her? Ellie wondered, and resolved to ask when the time was right. Not now though, definitely not now.
Cass, for her part, was trying to maintain her composure, and it was the cracks in the cool that Ellie liked best. The confidence was still there, the I’ve done this before demeanour, but Ellie could see the tells: the slight tightness in Cass’s jaw, the way she was squeezing Becca’s hand held in hers, the way her eyes kept falling to where the silver dress ended at Becca’s thighs.
She wanted Becca badly. Is this her main thing?
Super-femme women, women that belong to someone else?
Ellie loved how the calm she was trying to exude was a performance, and not a great one at that.
The transparency of it was both endearing and extremely hot.
The elevator arrived. The doors closed and the small space concentrated everything…
perfume, tension, the sound of three women breathing faster than they should.
Becca caught Ellie’s eye in the mirror and grinned, a grin so full of wild, disbelieving joy that Ellie couldn’t help but grin back.
It was the grin of two women who had a secret that was about to get very, very interesting.
Cass noticed and cracked a smile, breaking through the cool facade, and for a second the three of them were just three people sharing in the absurdity and the thrill of what was about to happen.
The doors opened. They walked down the corridor, Cass and Becca still hand in hand, Ellie a step behind, and when they reached the room Ellie unlocked the door and held it open. A doorman for my own wife’s seduction, she thought, and nearly laughed out loud.
Cass walked in first. Becca followed, the silver dress shimmering as she passed, a little excited smile flashed at Ellie and the briefest brush of their hands against each other.
Yes, keep going. I trust you. Ellie closed the door behind them and walked over to the armchair near the window, settling in, folding her legs under her, letting her hands rest on the armrests.
Cass turned to Becca. The city glowed behind her through the window, and Cass’s expression changed from the smile of the elevator to something darker and more intense.
She saw Becca gaze back at her, still smiling but watching, waiting now.
It was crystal clear who was taking the lead, and Becca it was not.
“Come here,” Cass said.
Two words. That was all it took. The command in her tone made Becca’s whole body go still for a second before she moved, crossing the room to go to Cass, her heels making her legs look amazing.
This is it, this is Becca’s fantasy walking and talking and telling her what to do, and my wife is about to find out what happens when you get exactly what you’ve always wanted.
And then it was electric.
Cass pulled Becca towards her and kissed her with a dominance that she’d never seen before…
her hand on the back of Becca’s neck, controlling the angle, the depth, everything.
Becca melted into it, becoming soft and pliant in a way Ellie had never seen in all their years together, surrendering control so completely that Ellie felt her eyebrows rise in surprise.
This was a side of Becca that she hadn’t known existed, a submissiveness, a willingness to be directed and positioned and taken that had never surfaced in their own bed because Ellie was the top and Becca responded to her differently.
Ellie had always led but then Becca had always met her, equals in everything, but this wasn’t that. This was Becca wanting to be told.
With Cass, Becca was responding to something primal, Ellie could tell.
The strength, the dominance, the physical authority of a woman who could, and clearly intended to, do whatever she wanted with Becca’s body.
And Becca was letting her. More than letting her, she was welcoming it, leaning into it, practically melting into a puddle in a beautiful silver dress.
Cass broke the kiss, and Ellie heard her say one word. “Sit.”
Becca looked her deep in the eye then sat down on the edge of the bed.
Cass followed, standing in front of her between her legs, looking down at her, then leaned forward, pushing Becca back, until Becca was resting back on her elbows and Cass was leaning down over her, eyes still locked.
Ellie stirred, the jealousy-arousal loop on overdrive…
they’d only just started and she’d be willing to bet that Becca was barely aware of her presence already.
Cass leaned in, her lips brushing Becca’s, Becca chasing the kiss but Cass had gone past her, whispering in Becca’s ear.
Becca blushed, whispered something back, then nodded.
Cass nodded too, then her hand went to Becca’s thigh and didn’t stop halfway up this time, pushing slowly towards her centre, closer, closer, and then Ellie felt as much as heard Becca’s gasp when she touched her.
All the time Cass was watching her closely, checking her reactions, but then she grinned. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Becca gasped again as Cass’s fingers started to work. “I didn’t think they were necessary,” she managed to gasp.
Cass chuckled, and Ellie sat up straighter in her chair. What wasn’t necessary? What do they both know that I don’t?
“Take off the dress. Slowly.” Cass straightened and walked away, over towards where Ellie was sitting. She looked down at Ellie and gave her a smile and a wink, friendly, and Ellie nodded back, appreciating that Cass wasn’t completely ignoring her.
Becca stood, reaching behind her to unzip, and then with her eyes focused entirely on Cass she let it fall forward off her shoulders, slowly, then down to the floor, and then Ellie understood.
Becca was wearing not a stitch of clothing under her dress, no underwear, no bra, nothing.
She’d been naked save for the thin silver fabric all this time.
I’d like her to do that for me sometime.
Ellie filed that away, storing it safe, focusing on the moment and appreciating quite how far into Cass that Becca was.
While Becca might have been naked, Cass was still fully dressed, white shirt, black jeans, rings on her fingers catching the light.
The power imbalance was visible and so very deliberate, and Becca seemed to be loving the asymmetry of it, standing there with nothing while Cass stood in front of her with everything, including all the control.
Then Cass started to unfasten her own jeans, still holding Becca’s gaze, pushing them down.
Ellie saw it at the same moment that Becca did.
A strap-on. Black, harnessed, already on under the jeans, the self-confidence, not to mention the statement of intent, was breathtaking. This was Cass’s world and both Becca and Ellie were living in it for the night.
Becca’s reaction was immediate and visceral: a sharp intake of breath, her eyes dropping to look and then coming back up to Cass’s face, her lips parting around a sound that didn’t quite make it out of her mouth.
They had one at home, Ellie and Becca, they used it sometimes and it was fun, genuinely fun, but this was something else entirely.
This was Cass wearing one with casual authority, as if it were simply part of her, an extension of the confidence and the physical power that Becca had been staring at with barely concealed awe since the moment Cass walked into the bar.
Ellie gripped the armrests. Hard. The sight of it was unexpectedly, viscerally hot with Cass still in her fitted white shirt, boots kicked off but otherwise clothed, the strap-on dark against her hips, and Becca naked and excited in front of her.
The look on Becca’s face, God, the look on Becca’s face was something Ellie wanted to photograph and frame next to the neighbour’s noise complaint.
Pure, unfiltered, slightly slack-jawed want.
Well, Ellie thought, the hypothesis is about to get one hell of a data point.
Cass crossed the room and pushed Becca back onto the bed, climbing over her, settling between Becca’s legs, one hand braced next to Becca’s head, the other guiding the strap-on into Becca slowly, and the sound Becca made when Cass entered her, this raw, desperate gasp, her hands flying to Cass’s shoulders, her fingernails digging into the white shirt, the sound went through Ellie like an electric current.
Cass started to move, slow at first, restrained, watching Becca’s face, reading her reactions, adjusting, and Becca’s head fell back against the pillow, her mouth open, her body pressing up to meet each thrust, her eyes closed and lost in the sensation.
“Look at me,” Cass said. Becca’s eyes snapped open and locked onto hers, and they held each other’s gaze while Cass fucked her, the rhythm building, Becca’s moans getting louder with each one, her hands gripping Cass’s back through the shirt, the bed creaking slightly under them.
Ellie could see Becca’s toes curling, could see the flush spreading across her chest, could see the expression on her face that she knew as well as her own name…
the one that meant Becca was close, getting closer, about to…
Becca came hard and fast, her orgasm loud and physical, her body shaking, her legs wrapping tight around Cass’s waist pulling her deeper, and the cry she let out was something Ellie felt deep down, a sympathetic shudder that left her gripping the armchair like it was the only thing keeping her in the room.
Cass didn’t pause. Ellie could see that there was no way she was doing that.
She pulled out, flipped Becca onto her front like she weighed nothing, and pulled Becca’s hips up.
Becca’s face was in the pillow but from her vantage point off to the side Ellie saw her eyes widen and a wordless moan leave her mouth as Cass slid into her again from behind, one hand gripping Becca’s hip hard enough that Ellie was sure she’d leave marks, the other bunching Becca’s hair and pulling her head back just enough.
The sound Becca made as Cass thrust into her a second time was raw, animal and completely without self-consciousness…
a moan that climbed into a cry that broke apart into desperate, gasping pleas to “please don’t stop” and “oh god oh god I’m…
” that Ellie had never heard come out of her wife’s mouth before.
Not like this. Not this abandoned, this unguarded, this far gone.
Cass gave her all of it. The pace was relentless, nothing gentle, the grip in Becca’s hair unforgiving, and Becca pushed back against every thrust, wanting more, deeper, her hands clutching at the sheets, her body moving with an abandon that Ellie found both thrilling and genuinely startling to see.
This was a Becca she’d never met, a Becca who had only existed in her own fantasies, and watching her like this was like watching half the woman she knew so well and half a stranger…
a beautiful, sensual, wonderful stranger.
A second orgasm rolled through Becca, longer than the first, drawn out by Cass’s relentless rhythm, Becca’s face pressed into the pillow muffling cries that would otherwise have earned them their very own noise complaint from hotel security, her whole body shaking again as wave after wave hit.
Cass held her through it, didn’t slow until the very end, and when Becca finally collapsed forward onto the sheets, gasping and shaking, Cass eased out gently and lay down beside her, her fingers stroking teasingly down Becca’s spine.
Ellie sat in the armchair, breathing hard herself, both necklaces heavy against her neck despite barely weighing a thing, and thought: holy shit.