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When we first started this contractual relationship, I thought jealousy would be a huge issue. As it so happens, Julianna only gets jealous if she thinksI’mthe one interested in someone else. People being interested in me is a simple fact of life that can be a source of pride for her. After all, who doesn’t want to believe that she’s dating one of the most desirable women in the world?

I don’t think I am. One of the most desirable, that is. I’m simply Alessa Penrose. If anything, all I’ve got going for me is that Julianna thinks I’m the bee’s knees.

Well, I guess that’s the only thing that matters, huh?

“So, what do you think of a place like this, Lessa?”

I’m glad for the slight change in topic. “It’s certainly interesting. Wish you had given me some warning, though.”

“Warning?” Her eyes behold the meekest mischief in the world. “Who needs a warning for fun like this?”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve got other surprises up your sleeve.”

Her eyes are not getting any smaller. Not even when she grins at me.

Whelp.

Chapter 38

Alessa

Never in a million years have I ever thought that yours truly would be tied up in the best VIP room in America while her girlfriend went down on her.

All right, so I suppose a few details are in order. We’re not in the Platinum VIP lounge. We’ve got more class than that, although I’m sure Ms. Moreau would have no problems with us getting freaky up on the balcony.

As I was saying? Shortly after Julianna informed me that she had other surprises tonight, she asked Lucy if she knew of any available private rooms for us to enjoy. Before another minute could pass, we had a key to the nicest room on the premises.

Because what Julianna Marcon wants? She gets.

Like me tied up with soft bondage ropes, completely helpless and at her whim.

Keep in mind that I can make this stop whenever I want. Naturally, I don’t want it to end. Because as I’ve gone over before, Julianna knows what her tongue is capable of.

I’m spread wide open, my feet tied to metal hooks protruding from the bottom end of the bed. My arms are likewise above my head, the ropes gently wound around my wrists. I guess this is what they call spread eagle, yes? No idea. Can’t say I’ve ever done this before, even though, as we all know, Julianna is a complete miscreant who is likely to do anything the moment she gets the idea in her head.

Her idea? To tie me up, rip off my underwear (maybe in that order,) and tease my clit with her ravenous tongue.

I can barely stand it!

I’m not being rewarded for anything. Unless it’s for being a good sport today. I’m not being punished, although she could probably come up with a few sexy reasons to punish me – any other night, she would use that woman hitting on me as an excuse. Tonight, however, I get the impression that all Julianna cares about is pleasure. Maybe I could throw in a few requests.

Too bad the only sounds I’m capable of making right now are variants of her name and wordless groans of delight.

If only I could truly convey what this woman does with her tongue. When she’s not making me squirm from the way it flicks over my clit in quick bursts, it’s making me writhe from how hard, how satisfyingly it plunges into and fills me. It does things that even her toys can’t accomplish. And from how she’s looking at me right now, I get the feeling she’s thinking about using everything she has to fuck me.

Close.

She purposely makes me come on her mouth, my thighs squeezing her cheeks as I arch my back and cry out from the intensity. Two seconds later, she stands, fingers twiddling inanticipation before clasping together and hurling toward my pussy.

I close my eyes and await the sweet inevitable.

Damn!

Nothing prepares me for how hard she plummets into me, instantly taking every inch I have inside. I’ve been speared against the bed. Even if I weren’t tied up, my body would never be able to move. Not that I want it to, mind you!

A growl of appreciation rumbles through Julianna’s body. “Perfect,” she mutters. “Absolutely perfect, inside and out.”

This is the kind of life I see myself living for many, many glorious years. Me, Julianna, and whatever bed we can get dirty in. I don’t always have to be tied up. In fact, it might be nice to not be tied up occasionally, but I also wouldn’t say no to that kind of life.