Page 33 of Games We Play
Sloan put more space between them. “Is that better?”
Toes curled into Sloan’s side.This is the most intimate I’ve been with someone in my life.More intimate than making direct love. Leah’s personal space was completely invaded, and they weren’t kissing. They were barely touching! Was it because Sloan’s attention was undivided? On Leah?This it too much.Her arms crossed on her abdomen. Her lips were dry. “Can you kiss me before you turn it on?”
Sloan’s lips were upon Leah’s before another word was said.
This was better. This wasgood.Leah could relax as long as her lover’s lips were on hers, kissing her with such passionate energy that she almost forgot everything else going on between them. Leah didn’t think twice about opening her legs wider and accepting Sloan between them. What better place was there for her to be? This was fate. This was meant tobe.Leah had been waiting her whole life for someone of Leah’s demeanor to walk into her life. Well, here she was. Giving her what she wanted.
Leah felt the bullet vibe come to life before she heard the button click.
She gasped into Sloan’s mouth. Every bit of her skin was alit with vibrations, emanating from her core and traveling at the speed of light to each of her extremities. Her groans of pleasure could only be muffled so much. The moment Sloan pulled her kiss away, Leah moaned so loudly that she scared off the last of her inhibitions.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Sloan put down the remote so she could rip off her jacket and unbutton the top of her blouse. “You want to know why I flew all the way out here? Because what I see right now is better than anything anywhere else.”
Leah might as well believe her. God knew her body was so eager to be pleased that she was willing to throw herself into the theoretical fire if it meant an orgasmic end to this adventure.
Sloan had been correct that bringing Leah to the edge would make her say her demands. No longer were they contained to her imagination, locked within the depths of her innermost fantasies. Instead, they flew from her mouth, and Sloan struggled to keep up with everything her guest wanted.
Hands on her body. Kisses to her lips and throat. Nipples pinched and thighs stroked until they were wet enough to make a fool of them both. Blouse off, bra unsnapped. Panties on the floor and one woman’s mouth on Leah’s pelvis, braving the vibrations if it meant accessing her sensitive clit.
Leah’s hand curled around the arm of the couch. It was the only way to brace herself for climax.
She knew this date would escalate at a rapid pace when Sloan asked her to show up in lingerie and a bullet vibe up her pussy. Yet she somehow didn’t anticipate having an orgasm twenty minutes after arriving to Sloan’s hotel suite.
The thing about a vibrator, however, was that it kept going even after one orgasm ended. Before Leah had a chance to calm down and catch her breath, another climax slammed into her. She caught a diabolical look on Sloan’s countenance before slamming her eyes shut again.
This was what she wanted. Leah could ask for anything she wanted, but in the end, Sloan had orchestrated this in her favor. If she wanted to see Leah orgasm over and over again? She would get it. Leah would let her have it.
“I think that’s enough.” That was the first thing Leah heard after the vibe was turned off. Her legs gradually stopped shaking, and her chest was allowed its deep breaths for the first time in a few minutes.My brain. My body. They’re both shot.It was one thing to experience subsequent orgasms as they happened. After it was over, however, her body threatened to give up the ghost. Her brain wasn’t far behind. “You okay, kitten?”
Leah sucked in a deep breath. It was the only way she could speak. “That would be considered torture in some countries.”
“Only because the thing found your G-spot.”
Leah’s fingers played with the buttons on Sloan’s blouse. “Now what?”
“Now? Now we go to bed. You’re going to kiss me from head to toe, and make me feel like the million dollars I want to spend on you this weekend.”
That brought the life back to Leah’s eyes. With Sloan’s help, she made it to bed and spent the next hour giving every ounce of her attention to the woman who had done this to her.
With any luck, it would happen again, sooner rather than later.
Chapter 11
“What about this?” Sloan picked up another collar from the box she kept in the bottom of her large Louis Vuitton suitcase. “What woman can say no to black? It goes with every outfit?”
Leah admitted it was demurer than the other collars in the collection (although every one of them wouldn’t look out of place in a city like Portland.) But Leah wasn’t into spikes, audacious neon colors, or gemstones that advertised she would like to be robbed on her way home from work. This black collar dangling before her, however, was the perfect marriage of style and function. Nobody would look twice at a black strip around her throat. Even if the nameMargaret Sloanwas lightly written on the front.
“Try it on.” The collar was around Leah’s throat before she could protest. There was no silver hook for a leash like the other collars had, but Leah had already confessed she was in no way ready for that kind of kink, if ever. She was willing to wear a token, though. One that would remind her of Sloan every time she put it on and went to work.
“Lovely. A lovely collar for a cute kitten.” Sloan bent down and lightly pecked Leah’s lips. “I’m calling you kitten from now on. I think it suits you.”
“Seems fitting from the woman who calls herself the biggest bitch in the country.”
“Animals are so helpful when it comes to describing our personalities. Take pussy and cock, right?” Sloan chuckled. “I’m thinking next time I come down, I’m bringing some other toys you’re bound to love.”
Leah could only imagine what that meant.
They were still in bed, the sun having set and only a lamp to keep a glow in the hotel suite. Sloan was naked beneath the covers. Leah had never removed the negligee, although her breasts discovered how to escape the top of her bust.With Sloan’s help, of course.There was nothing sweeter than having that woman’s paws all over her.
