Page 34 of Breadwinner
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the truth in every inch of her body. Of course she liked it. Who wouldn’t love being at the command of such a powerful person? She nodded a little too frantically. Nell chuckled at her, a dark, satisfied sound. “It wasn’t a question.”
Sarah opened her eyes, desperate to see her, to drink in the look on Nell’s face. What she found was a look of pure possession tempered by infinite patience. Like Sarah was something precious she intended to savor, not devour all at once. The unexpected tenderness of it undid her more than any roughness could have.
Nell leaned in again, pressing the barest kiss to Sarah’s throat, her collarbone, and lower still. Sarah’s body arched instinctively, chasing the feeling.
A part of her flared with panic. She wasn’t used to needing someone like this, wasn’t used to feeling undone simply by anticipation. Nell must have sensed it, because she slowed.
“You’re okay,” Nell murmured against her skin. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
The words anchored her. Something inside Sarah gave way, uncoiling as she surrendered again. She nodded, trembling, her whole body alert with need. “Please,” she whispered, before she could think better of it.
“Begging already?” Nell said, drawing back just enough to meet her eyes.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as Nell stepped back to study her, desire and intention reflected in her gaze.
Thepurpose. Sarah had never been the center of attention like this—not with Beth or anyone.
Nell gently pulled her away from the wall, circling her, the brush of her fingertips trailing over Sarah’s bare shoulders. Her fingers continued to her back, as if mapping her body to memory. Sarah shivered under the touch, every inch of her skin hyperaware, desperate for more.
“Beautiful,” Nell murmured behind her, almost to herself. Her hand flattened between Sarah’s shoulder blades, firm and commanding, urging her forward.
Sarah stumbled a step, her heart hammering, then another, until her knees tapped the bed. Nell was right there again, her hands bracketing her hips, steadying her.
“You’re doing so, so well,” she purred in her ear, the heat of her breath carrying that same note of approval Sarah found herself craving more and more.
Before Sarah could respond, Nell pressed her gently but insistently down onto the bed, guiding her to kneel on the mattress, then place her hands flat against the soft linen sheets. The sudden shift in position made her cheeks burn with heat atthe submissiveness of how Nell wanted her, but her anticipation drowned out any embarrassment.
Behind her, she heard the faint rustle of fabric. “You’ve been patient,” Nell said, her voice low and lilting, “but patience only gets you so far, doesn’t it?”
Sarah nodded as she gripped the sheets tighter, waiting.
A stinging sensation spread through her as Nell’s hand came down on the curve of her ass in a playful smack—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Sarah yelp, heat flooding her all over again. The sound was foreign to her ears as it broke free before she could stop it, raw and needy.
“I thought so,” Nell mused, bending low over her body, breath a tease against her back.
Nell’s delicate fingertips trailed along her back at an excruciatingly slow pace, her mouth following, peppering the line of her spine with kisses—some gentle, almost reverent; others sharp little bites that made Sarah arch and shudder and whimper.
It was maddening, worshipful, and everything at once, gradually unraveling her thread by thread.
Every time she thought she knew what was coming next, Nell would pull back and leave her aching, squirming, desperate for more. She whimpered again, rocking back instinctively, trying to chase Nell’s touch, which only seemed to amuse her.
“Please,” she begged hoarsely, chasing Nell’s hands.
“I’m not finished playing with you yet,” Nell murmured, pressing a firm hand to her lower back, pinning her there.
Sarah could barely breathe, the tease of it exquisite. Tears pricked behind her closed eyes from the sheer, unbearable edge as Nell dragged her pleasure out, building her up, layering sensation upon sensation until Sarah felt like one single spark would ignite her, setting the whole room ablaze.
“Tell me,” Nell commanded, “what do you need?”
Sarah’s mouth opened, but no sound came out, only a trembling exhale that seemed to empty her. She tried to gather her thoughts, but Nell’s hands—those annoyingly perfect hands—were on her, ghosting up and down her sides, tracing the bend of her waist. She felt a tug as Nell pulled at the tie of her bikini top, removing it and tossing it aside.
“I...” Sarah tried again, her voice breaking as Nell tugged on the ties on either side of her hip, discarding the garment. “I need you.”
She was naked, on all fours, in NellfuckingStanhope’s bed, begging for her touch. A rush of vulnerability and craving so intense it was almost painful flooded her at the same time Nell made the most gratifyingly pleased sound.
“Tell me more,” Nell coaxed, her hand sliding up to between Sarah’s shoulder blades. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, her body aching, burning, trembling. She wasn’t used to asking for anything. She was the giver, usually, the one who commanded. But that wasn’t her role here. Here, she needed to learn how to let go.