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“Yes, baby!” Cass heaved, forgetting their roles — hell, forgetting her own name after that fucking orgasm! She pulled against the restraints. Part of her — specifically her clit currently being fanned by Mistress’s heavy breathing — didn’t want to leave this position. Yet, it was the sight of Mistress’s orgasm erupting just out of her reach that fueled Cass’s desire to be released from her bonds and dive in.

Mistress, however, lay there for a full minute, licking her lips and trying to catch her breath. Having Cassidy come in her mouth was a potent aphrodisiac, and she fought her own internal war to cancel the plans they had and go for more. When Mistress heard the jingle of the cuffs she had put Cassidy in, she carefully — and reluctantly —scooted out from beneath her. Seriously, if she allowed herself to, she could have stayed there forever. Instead, she stood on the bed, wiped her mouth with a grin, and pushed her ample breasts into Cassidy’s face as she unbuckled the cuffs.

Cass immediately took hold of a nipple and sucked it hard, whimpering when it was taken away from her. Then Mistress kissed her. Cass tasted herself on Mistress’s tongue, and the actions from before came flooding back to her. Cass wrapped her arms around Mistress — Rebecca — crushing their bodies together. In that kiss, there was love and passion. And a gratitude Cass felt after every time Rebecca shared her passion. After every time Mistress shared her more provocative side. God, she loved each and every side of this woman, and Cass would spend the rest of her life showing it.

Rebecca glanced at Cassidy, who sat in the passenger seat. “You’re staring at me. Why?”

“You’re beautiful,” Cass answered simply.

Rebecca shook her head. “You’ve been quiet since the playroom, Cassidy. Did I do something you didn’t like?”

Cass barked out a laugh. “Are you kidding me? I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life! And with you, that’s saying something!”

Rebecca hid a satisfied — prideful — grin. “So, you’re too tired to speak?” Again, Rebecca took her eyes off the road for a second to look at Cassidy. “And you’re still staring. I know how you look at me, Cassidy. This look here,” she said, waving a hand in Cassidy’s direction. “Is questioning.”

Cass shook her head. She opened her mouth to answer just as Rebecca pulled into the Vales’ driveway. She took off her seatbelt, ready to get out to run around and open Rebecca’s door.

“Stay, Cassidy.”

Cass’s hand froze on the door handle. “They’re expecting us, babe.”

“They’ll wait. What’s going on?”

Cass sighed. She fully admitted she was preoccupied while they cleaned up and got ready for their night with Ellie and Hunter. She had been contemplating how to ask Rebecca the questions swirling around in her head. Fuck, did Rebecca really think she didn’t enjoy her time with Mistress?

“Y-you’ve never done that before,” Cass said finally, nervous as hell. She didn’t want to ruin the experience with questions that may upset Rebecca. Cass didn’t even know why she couldn’t just be grateful and move on.

Rebecca tilted her head, studying Cassidy’s apprehension. “I’ve never done what?”

Great. She’s going to make me spell it out. “You know, what happened in the playroom,” Cass stammered. Oh, sure. Every other time, she was plagued with a mouth with no filter. Now she couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“Me going down on you?” Rebecca guessed. She frowned. That wasn’t true, was it? “I’ve tasted you before, Cassidy.”

Cass groaned. “You saying things like that does things to my body, babe.” She cleared her throat, squirming in her seat. “You’ve, um, tasted me from your fingers, but never like that. I-I always assumed it was something… like some kind of punishment. Before. And that’s why you didn’t…”

Rebecca used her extensive knowledge of Cassidy to decipher everything Cassidy was trying to say. It wasn’t like her wife to be so… shy with her words. That meant she was afraid of hurting Rebecca.

“Punishment? From Samantha?” Rebecca guessed. Cassidy nodded. “N-no.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about her past. And there was the headache that came along with it. “I never… did that to her. Samantha was the true definition of a sadist when it came to me. Her pleasure came from my pain. I haven’t done that to anyone except you….” She looked at Cassidy. “I’ve really never done that for you before?” Cassidy shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

Cass took Rebecca’s hand and kissed her palm. “No, babe, I don’t want you to be sorry. Like I said, I always assumed you had a reason not to.”

“No. I honestly didn’t realize… I know your taste, Cassidy. I love tasting you. And I know I’m not exactly an expert, but if you enjoyed it, I definitely want to make that a habit.”

“If?! Fuck, babe, it…I… Yes, I enjoyed it immensely. But, um…”

“But?”

“Do you have to be Mistress to do it? Does it take that kind of mindset, or…?”

Rebecca smiled. Cassidy wanted to share this new sensation in the bedroom with her wife. Not only in the playroom with her Domme. “I don’t have to be Mistress to fuck you with my tongue, baby.”

Cass threw her head back and groaned again. “Why, babe? Why do you have to work me up like that when we won’t be home for like another hour?”

“Hour?” Rebecca laughed. “That’s how long yoga is. Then we have to eat. And, of course, catch up. That’s at least three and a half, four hours.”

Cass growled. “It’s not nice to tease me, babe.”

Rebecca pulled Cassidy to her, their lips close. “But it’s oh so fun,” she whispered before crushing her mouth to Cassidy’s. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the porch light of Hunter and Ellie’s house blink, and she couldn’t help but laugh.