Page 43 of The Wedding

“And I like the way you use me, ma’am.”

“Use you, huh?”

The more she spoke like this, the more Jamie’s body responded. She shook, not from the cold, but from the excitement of what Etta could do to her. Her blood ran too hot for her to becold, even chilly. The rest of her body strove to respond – tingling, hardening, peaking, readying for Etta and her intimate, erotic touch. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. “I want you to use me however you want. I trust you. And…” She dared to cut her off before she could say anything. “I want to forget anything bad that’s happened recently. I want you to help me forget.”

She didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but when she was locked in Etta’s hold like this, looking into her hungry eyes and seeing the border of eternity, all she could think about was using Etta to turn her world around and become someone else for a little while. Part roleplay, part new identity. Jamie wanted – and needed – this scene just as much as Etta probably did.

“Please, Etta.”

Her hand tightened behind Jamie’s neck. “I’ll go easy on you tonight.”

That could mean any number of things.Sounds like something I don’t need, but who knows.With Etta, every scene was an adventure, depending on their moods.

“Drop to your hands.”

Jamie did so, her fingers rounding the edge of the bed while her face came precariously close to Etta’s waist.I could undo her clothes right here. Not until asked. Jamie knew better.

“Where did you get this thing?” Etta plucked the lace from Jamie’s back, bunching it between her fingers before releasing it again. Whenever she pulled on it, the lace in turn pulled against her skin, particularly her thighs and mound.You tease. Etta must not be feeling too tired if she was going to let this drag on. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before. It looks good on you. Taking every bit of decorum I have to not rip it off you… because I’m sure it was expensive.”

Jamie kept her head down. “Miami.”

“And I’m sure you were thinking of me when you bought it.”

“I was, ma’am.”

“When you were in Miami…” Etta yanked on the lace, inches of it rubbing against Jamie’s slit. She gasped, rocking with the movements of Etta’s hand. “I’m sure there were other people involved. It was a bachelorette party, after all.”

Jamie waited for the fog to lift from her brain before she responded. “What are you trying to imply, Ms. Coleman? I was nothing but faithful to you. I didn’t even think of anyone else.”

“So you admit that things went on?”

“Well, I would never lie to you.”

She expected it, but she still cried out in surprise when Etta smacked her ass through her crimson lace. Her flesh would soon be as red as the material.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Jamie said, head lowering even farther. “I shouldn’t have gone.”

“Oh, that’s not for going to a party and having a good time, my flower. That’s for not thinking of me for even one second.”

“But I…”

Another smack. This time, it was harder, making Jamie’s knees shake. “I know how it works. Don’t think I’m a fool. That’s for taunting someone else with what belongs to me.”

“I never did… not on purpose…”

Etta’s hand hovered over Jamie’s ass. “So you admit it happened. Someone tried to steal you away from me.”

“No! I mean…”

She braced herself and was not disappointed when Etta spanked her right on the ass.

“If someone ever tries to seduce you, know that I’m over here waiting to punish you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Etta pulled aside Jamie’s negligee and felt her slit with tender fingertips. Jamie moaned into the comforter, her girlfriend sinking into her and feeling how wet she was.I’ve been thinking about her ever since we left the club.How much she wanted her… how much Etta should touch her, feel her, kiss her, make love to her.Not just that. She should fuck me too.Hard. Rough. Unlike ever before.

“This is for me, is it?”