Page 63 of Breadwinner
“It’s been UV sanitized,” Nell said offhandedly. “You didn’t think I’d bring justanystack of cash into our bed, did you?”
That earned her a faint laugh. “I would expect nothing less from you,” Sarah whispered, attention locked on the way Nell fanned the bills out between her fingers like a deck of cards.
“I’ve always been obsessed with money.” Nell’s voice was tender, her eyes fixed on the hundred-dollar notes. “The smell of it. The weight of it in your hand. Its ability to say things for you, to make people listen before you even speak. Since I was old enough to understand that money runs the world, I wanted as much of it as I could get.”
She stepped close again, and Sarah couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her parted lips as Nell ran a single bill down the curve of her back.
“But recently,” she continued, dragging another bill across Sarah’s hip, then lower, “I’ve been thinking differently.”
Nell leaned in, lips at Sarah’s ear. “Fuck. The. Money.”
A rustle of paper followed as Nell tossed the fistful of bills across the bed, sending them fluttering through the air. One by one, they settled into place.
“Lie down,” Nell instructed.
Sarah obeyed instantly, lying down across the bed, the cool crinkle of paper currency sending her into sensory overdrive.
Nell picked up the vibrator—a sleek, black little thing that hummed quietly in her hand. Sarah couldn’t help the way her eyes widened as Nell traced it down the inside of her thigh and back up in a calculated torture.
Nell knew exactly what she was doing as she pressed it gently against her clit.
“Nell—” Her name came out in an unrecognizable gasp as Sarah reached out to grab a fistful of the bedspread but only found crisp bills.
Her hips rolled up to catch Nell’s movements, but she was always just behind. Every pass of the vibrator against her made a fire shoot straight to her center.
“You feel this?” Nell asked, kissing below her ribs. “This is how good girls get rewarded.”
She arched, legs tightening, but when she was right at the edge,right there?—
Nell stopped.
“What—no,” Sarah whimpered, eyes wide, looking to Nell for an explanation as to why the hell she had just stopped when she wasso close. She was met with that signature smirk.
“Not yet.”
Nell’s words were like silk on her ears, but there was something different. The air in the room had shifted. Nell’s gaze was glued to her, darker now, hungrier than she’d ever seen before as her eyes swept unabashedly over her.
No one had ever looked at her like that in her entire forty-five years on this planet—like she was something valuable.
“Put the harness on, now,” Nell said, tossing the vibrator aside and tugging at the black ties of the pussy bow still secured around her collar.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
Sarah sat up, legs shaking, reaching for the strap-on. This was happening; it was really happening. She fastened the straps around her hips with trembling fingers that she tried to hide.Be cool, she told herself. She was going to fuck Nell.
The sudden shift of power was dizzying, and she fumbled with the last snap, securing the sheath of the dildo in place.When she looked up, her mouth fell open. Nell was naked, and the sight nearly ended her.
It wasn’t the shock of nudity. Nell was hot. She didn’t need to see her naked to know that. No, it was the reveal of a body Sarah had worshipped for so many weeks in theory but had never seen in full.
Her eyes feasted on lines of muscle, supple curves, and skin that glowed. The same woman who had bent the world to her will hours ago now stepped closer, completely bared.
Sarah spotted thin scrawling ink across Nell’s rib just under her right breast, her fingers rising involuntarily to trace the line of text:res severa verum gaudium.
“Nice tattoo—” Nell’s fingers wrapped around her wrist, gently pulling her hand away from her torso.
“Did I tell you to touch me?” Her words were low and sultry, instantly making Sarah feel the overwhelming need to press her thighs together to quell her growing excitement.