Page 9 of She's a Big Deal

chapter 4

In the boardroom or on the dance floor, she was a natural leader. And though Magalie did turn out to be a little rusty at first, it did not take her long to recover her groove. Grace was patient, and she took real pleasure in guiding her through a sensual warm-up. She simply loved women; their complex psyches and extraordinary bodies, inner strength and alluring vulnerability. Not only did she like to lead, but to protect and enable her partners as well. Whether she paid good money for an encounter or not had nothing to do with her attitude toward them; she always took care to provide a safe and enjoyable connection. Bachata dancing, especially with a trusted partner, could also serve as wonderful foreplay when you were both on the same page. And they were. In the crowded intimacy of the dance club, under diffuse lighting which invited closeness, their experience turned heated and sensuous. Magalie responded beautifully to the interaction. She was playful and flirtatious in return. The dancing grew progressively more erotic until Grace concluded a popular Mr. Don number, one of her favorite Bachata songs, with a deep and languorous kiss.

“I think we should take this elsewhere, don’t you?”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Magalie smiled against her ear.

Grace had booked a luxury room upstairs, which made for a smooth transition. She turned the heat up even more in the elevator by pushing Magalie against the wall and kissing her again. She made it hard and a little rough, the way she liked. The impulse to dominate sizzled in her blood. Magalie’s mix of a helpless and needy moan when she closed her fingers gently around her throat made her shiver. Submission, any style and flavor of it, was the woman’s specialty. Her response to Grace’s moves was not contrived in the least. Not only was this a real pleasure, but also a rare gift. They stumbled into the bedroom, impatiently shedding items of clothing along the way. When they hit the King bed, and Magalie tried to steal the lead by rolling on top of her, Grace laughed. Oh, yes, this was going to be a delightful night. She was quick to right the situation, took hold of Magalie’s wrists, and pinned her down.

“Now then. Feeling feisty, are we?”

“A little bit,” Magalie answered teasingly.

“You know how I deal with disobedient girls like you, don’t you?”

“No…?”

“Fibber.”

The sight of Magalie under her in nothing but lacy lingerie, pretending so well not to have any idea of what would happen next, had Grace feeling hot, wet, and tight. She reached out with one hand and pinched her nipple through the lace, causing her partner to flinch and grin both at the same time. Magalie moved her arms, struggling just enough to make Grace tighten her hold. This, too, was a beautiful choreography. Grace leaned over her to deliver another blazing kiss.

“I see you need taming.”

“Maybe…”

“Uh-huh. You do.” Grace indulged herself by cupping her chin and rubbing a demanding thumb over her mouth, causing Magalie to gasp and a rush of blood to flow into her face. Even the slightest dominant gesture never failed to make her rise. She was gorgeous. “Stay right there.”

“Yes, Ms. Sky.”

Grace had come prepared. She retrieved a couple of lengths of silk ties from her bag and watched Magalie’s dark eyes flash in anticipation.

“I want you restrained. First, tell me your safe word.”

“Indigo.”

“Okay.”

Magalie obviously remembered that her client enjoyed the thrill of a chase and subduing her partners. With this in mind, she gave her just the right amount of resistance. This caused her to lose her bra in the tussle when Grace ripped it off of her with a mischievous, ‘Oops!’. Predictably, Magalie ended up flat on her stomach with both wrists tethered to the bed posts. Grace slid a pillow under her hips and took a moment to caress her exposed buttocks.

“Who’s the boss here?” she murmured.

“You are.”

“Mistress.”

“Sorry.” Magalie wiggled a little bit and intentionally must have omitted to say the word.

Without missing a beat, Grace spanked her twice on each cheek, slightly harder than her partner probably expected her to do it.

“What do you say?”

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s better.”

Grace yanked her panties down for a series of stinging slaps, which made Magalie gasp again and strain against her ties. It was for real this time, not for show, and incredibly satisfying for Grace. She smiled to herself as she caressed the heated flesh and admired the sleek muscles in Magalie’s back twitch and ripple with every micro-movement. She was pleased to have surprised her, and to feel her start to let go, even at this early stage. Sooner or later, they all surrendered. Grace stroked the back of her thighs.

“I want you to relax, okay?”

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