Page 70 of The Wedding

“Heard from whom?”

“Someone who used to serve beneath European royalty. There’s some princess – can’t remember the name – who reportedly uses this about once a month and screams herself hoarse. From pleasure, of course.”

“I’m not sure about this…”

“We can use a little. I’m not going to make you do it, though.”

“Oh, well that’s good!”

“Relax.” Etta sat back down on the bed, pushing her fiancée over and pulling her legs open. “It’s supposed to feel good.”

Jamie wasn’t sure about any of this, but she wasn’t going to say no. Not because she was afraid to, but because Etta looked eager to try it. She normally didn’t let her enthusiasm show in the bedroom. If anything, she was usually Ms. Reserved.

“All right. Slather it on me, Ms. Coleman. My pussy awaits.”

Her smirk went straight to Jamie’s heart. “I was hoping you would say that.”

A dab of lube touched her fingertip. Instead of going straight between her legs, however, Etta yanked up her T-shirt and touched her nipple.She jerked back, gasping, a hot sensation immediately hitting her before everything went numb around that area. “What the…”

“I can feel it a little bit on my finger. I’m guessing it’s a lot more intense on other areas…”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Relax.” Etta eased her legs back open after she clamped them shut. “This is kinda fun, though. Seeing how you react.”

“Oh, I bet you’re loving this. Can’t wait to heat me up and then shoot your silicone missile at me.”

“Your way with words continues to impress me, my sweet.”

“Do it already. You’re killing me here.”

“My pleasure.” Etta reached between her thighs. “And yours, soon enough.”

Jamie closed her eyes.Oh, fuck. A burning sensation that was more titillating than worrying flooded her. All right, more like flooded her nether regions, but that was neither here nor there. Etta didn’t use much at all, but she was thorough, fingers parting her slit, rubbing her clit, sinking between her wet folds, and… making her numb. She couldn’t feel a damn thing going on down there. Not even her touch.

This stuff sucked.

“Are you kidding?” she muttered. Etta didn’t hear her. She was too busy admiring her body. “I can’t feel my own fucking pussy?”

Five seconds later, it hit her. Like a semi-truck.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Etta!”

She stepped back. “What?”

How could she describe it? It wasn’t just warmth. It was a million sparks going off, hitting her gut, her heart, her head. Jamie had felt arousal before, obviously. She had felt the crazed need for someone – mostly Etta – to plow, no, pound her until she didn’t know what her name was anymore. This? This was that. Only times, like,infinity!

The tingles spread through her body. Most tingles did so slowly, gently caressing her skin and awakening her to the idea of passionate lovemaking. These tingles didn’t give a solid fuck and burst through her like horses from the gate. While everything was centered in her thighs, her whole body felt it. Craved it. The heat completely claimed her, turning her into a frenzied animal that only wanted one damnfucking holy shitright now thing.

“Do it!” she shouted at Etta, her foot nearly smacking her in the leg. She jumped back, dropping the bottle. “You gonna fuck me or not?”

She couldn’t help her language, her volume. Etta wanted her to be loud? Oh, she would be loud. She would be demanding and insistent, too. As far as she was concerned right now, she had a right to be satisfied, to be taken to places she had only ever heard of. Lovemaking? What lovemaking? Jamie was going to get her sex fix, and she was going to get it now.

Etta was lost in shock at first, but she quickly recuperated, shoving her back down onto the bed and crawling between her legs.That’s right. You be a Domme. You make me scream.Jamie must have had the most menacing face she had ever seen on her, for Etta said, “I’m glad your hands are tied up right now. Wow.”

She took her sweet time unzipping, unbuttoning, and torturing the woman she subjected to this fate. Jamie was on the verge of tears, her need for sexual satisfaction so intense that she groaned, desperately trying to reach her slit with her bound hands. Etta, however, kept pushing them away.

“Don’t think so. That’s mine to take.”