Page 43 of Welcome to Ero-TEA-Ca: We’re Open!

Cassandra

C ass smoothed her hand down the plane of Harriet’s naked back. She was sublime. Perfection in human form, and she was all hers.

“Bend,” Cass murmured, still entranced by Harriet’s body.

She watched Harriet buckle at the hip until her upper torso laid flat over the bathroom sink, her hands gripping the edge of the worktop until white. She was enjoying it. But nowhere near as much as Cass.

Snaking one hand up and into Harriet’s hair, she gently massaged her scalp before grabbing a handful of her silky locks. Pulling slightly, Cass tilted Harriet’s head back. Their gazes locked in the mirror.

Unable to look away, Cass trailed her fingers down the base of Harriet’s back until she felt pliable flesh under her hand. God, Harriet had a great arse.

Stroking gently, she took her time dipping between Harriet’s legs from behind. A quiver ran the length of her girlfriend’s spine. She was divine. Truly magnificent.

Cass had wanted to touch Harriet for hours, ever since picking her up to go to her parents’ for dinner—an experience Cass wasn’t in a rush to replicate any time soon.

Harriet tried to warn her how bad they were, but even Cass was shocked at their brazen criticism against, and contempt of, Ero-Tea-Ca.

Shame had spiralled in her gut when she realised she’d been no better than them when she first met Harriet.

Having her back and fighting her corner was the least she could do to show Harriet she didn’t feel or think like them.

It was Cass who nominated Ero-Tea-Ca for the award in the first place, though she wouldn’t tell Harriet that.

“Cass,” Harriet panted. Shaking away any thoughts of the past, Cass concentrated on giving Harriet what she needed, what they both needed.

“Patience.” A word she was struggling with herself. A bead of her own need dripped down her thigh. Gritting her teeth, Cass stepped forward until her sex rested teasingly against Harriet’s backside. The pressure of her own hand nestled between Harriet’s legs added just the right amount of friction.

Swiping two fingers through the length of Harriet’s slit, Cass hummed in appreciation at the sheer volume of wetness slicking her hand. “Oh, Cass.”

No longer in control of her urges, Cass parted Harriet’s lips and slid in. Tight and warm, Cass couldn’t hold in the moan she felt rising in her throat as Harriet adjusted to let her in further. Gripping her hair a little harder, Cass withdrew her fingers, slowly.

The protest died on Harriet’s lips as soon as Cass rocked back into her with three fingers, timing her thrust with another pull of her hair. “Oh…” The gasp was music to Cass’s ears. It told her that her ministrations had stolen Harriet’s breath clean away.

Feeling her own clit pulse violently, Cass waited until she was on a forward thrust before rocking her hips in time.

The movement sent a shockwave through her entire lower body.

Harriet began pushing her arse back into Cass’s hand, which put even more pressure on her clit.

Together, they were driving each other crazy.

“H-harder,” Harriet mewled, her head dropping. Picking up the pace and force, Cass gave Harriet what she needed. A flood of liquid ran down her hand and wrist as Harriet lost the battle to hold on any longer.

As her groans turned to screams, Cass careened off the edge.

She fell forward, rolling her hips, riding out the orgasm as it pulsed through every nerve.

She heard her own moan but muffled it by biting down on Harriet’s shoulder.

The action sent Harriet off the deep end for a second time.

Their movements were messy, but it didn’t matter.

Cass rode Harriet’s ass as she orgasmed again.

Only when Harriet lunged forward, dislodging Cass’s fingers, did she stop rocking.

No words were spoken as they both tried to catch their breaths. Cass released Harriet’s hair and held on to her hips. She couldn’t lift her head. Their bodies stayed locked together, hot and sweaty.

“Jesus!” Harriet spluttered finally. “That…that was fantastic.”

Cass nodded against Harriet’s back. “Yeah.” Sucking in a fortifying breath, she straightened up, placing a kiss on Harriet’s shoulder. “Bed?”

“Give me like ten seconds. I’m not sure I can walk.”

Grinning, Cass guided Harriet up and away from the vanity area.

“I can help with that.” Now, Cass might be in her forties, but she was no slouch.

Years of working in the service industry had given her a core of steel and some pretty decent biceps.

Scooping Harriet up, Cass laughed, as Harriet squeaked in surprise and then giggled as Cass carried her to the bed.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just did that!” Harriet laughed. Cass grinned, quite happy with herself. She wasn’t too shabby at this romance malarky.

“Are you tired?” She hoped Harriet would say no, because she certainly didn’t feel it. Her body was alive and needed more. More of Harriet.

“No. I’m not tired in the least. What did you have in mind?”

“Can I taste you?”

Cass’s eyes dropped to Harriet’s mouth as she ran the tip of her tongue across the lower lip. It was a signature Harriet move, and it drove her nuts. “Yes, please,” Harriet finally said.

Climbing on top, Cass took that teasing tongue and sucked on it. They devolved into a deep, passionate kiss Cass was in no hurry to get out of, even if she did want her mouth a little farther south.

Harriet’s hands began to wander. She gripped Cass’s hips in a bid to move Cass down. Happy to oblige, Cass broke the kiss and made her way down Harriet’s body, showering her skin with soft kisses and nipping teeth.

“Cass.”

With one last nip on Harriet’s lower torso, Cass dipped her head to where they both wanted it. Harriet smelled of sex: rich and musky. She tasted equally good and completely addictive. Cass could lose herself in Harriet’s heat for days, she was sure of it.

Losing patience, Harriet moved a hand to Cass’s head, guiding her closer. It only took a second for Cass’s face to be covered in the vestiges of Harriet’s last orgasm. Lapping freely, Cass worked to clean her up before attempting to get her dirty all over again.

Harriet groaned and shifted as Cass’s tongue moved around her lips.

She played with her entrance, dipping in and out but never fully committing.

Harriet was a gibbering wreck by the time Cass inhaled her clit.

She sucked rhythmically until Harriet spouted nonsense.

Her head thrashed from side to side as Cass took her with no reprieve.

After Harriet almost levitated, Cass retreated to catch her breath.

Holy crap, that was fantastic.

Moving slowly to Harriet’s side, Cass laid down, burying her head in those gorgeous golden strands. Harriet was yet to speak, her chest rising and falling with speed. Her cheeks were painted red and sweat beaded on her forehead.

It was perfect. Cass didn’t need anything. She was happy to spend the rest of the evening in blissed out silence. Her eyes flitted closed as she listened to Harriet’s breath even out.

The incessant buzz of Harriet’s mobile woke Cass. Her body felt heavy and not just because her girlfriend lay sprawled over her chest. The heaviness originated in her muscles, sore from their antics the night before.

“Harriet, your phone.”

Nothing. Harriet didn’t stir. Her soft breaths continued evenly to skate across Cass’s bare chest.

Hating to break their cocoon of comfort, Cass sighed and rolled gently, dislodging Harriet, who grumbled. It worked, though, because she fluttered open her eyes and winced at the intruding light.

“Why’s it so sunny in here?”

“Because the blinds are open. Your phone is buzzing.”

Cass smiled lovingly as Harriet sat up like a zombie rising from the grave. She was totally disoriented and her hair puffed out magnificently. Eighties, eat your heart out.

“Where is it?” She looked around without seeing, causing Cass to chuckle.

“It’s here. I’ll go and make coffee.”

“Noooo. Let me just see what’s going on and then we can go back to sleep. I was having a wonderful dream.”

Kissing the side of her head, Cass climbed out of bed and pulled on her robe. “You can go back to sleep if you want, but I’m awake now.”

She ignored the irritated grumble and left Harriet to reply to whoever needed to get hold of her so badly. They should talk about putting their phones on Do Not Disturb . That way, they might get a lay-in now and then.

Mr Whiskers made his contempt known to the entire street. Cass rolled her eyes. She was less than two hours later than usual. Surely he wasn’t dying of starvation quite so quickly.

She spent a little time giving him chin rubs while the coffee percolated. Apart from the interruption of their lay-in, the morning was turning out perfectly. Maybe they could stay in bed all day making love. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Cass’s reverie was shattered by Harriet letting out a string of expletives. Grabbing their coffees and a box of croissants, she made her way back to the bedroom. Harriet sat against the headboard, tapping away on her phone.

“Everything okay?”

“It’s Kev,” she began. “He’s told everyone about the award and they’ve decided to throw a celebratory book club session. In thirty minutes.”

“That’s nice, isn’t it?” Cass asked, climbing back into bed.

“I wanted to spend the day with you.” Grumpy Harriet was adorable. She didn’t quite have it in her to be convincing, though. Her sunny disposition took away any true disquiet.

“Am I not allowed to come with you?”

Harriet laid the phone down and looked straight at Cass. “You want to come? To meet everyone?”

Shrugging, Cass broke off a piece of croissant and shoved it in her mouth. Mmm, buttery. “I’ve met your parents. They can’t be much worse than that.”

“They’re not worse, just different. I’ve not had a chance to talk to them…about you. I mean, they know we’re together. I just haven’t mentioned your…”

“Issues? It’s fine. I’m sure I can handle it.”

Crawling from her spot, Harriet climbed in Cass’s lap. “I’d love for you to meet them.”

Brushing a hand through Harriet’s hair, Cass kissed her gently. “Then it’s settled.”

After a rather hasty breakfast, Cass walked hand in hand with Harriet to Ero-Tea-Ca.

The lights were on and voices could be heard laughing and joking behind the door.

Cass felt the familiar feeling of anxiety start to creep its way into her mind.

She’d tried to play off meeting Harriet’s friends as something she wasn’t too concerned about.

It was a tiny lie. Yes, she’d met Harriet’s parents, which under normal circumstances should be a lot more nerve-wracking than meeting a group of friends. But it wasn’t quite so straightforward.

Cass had known how to handle Patsy and Ronald. Dealing with snobbery, rudeness, and just general negativity was well in her wheelhouse. But the friendship group? She didn’t know how to handle them. Harriet had warned her they were an eclectic lot. How was Cass supposed to prepare for that?

Harriet paused as she entered the shop. Cass saw her body stiffen, which couldn’t be good, right? Whirling around, Harriet looked worried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Forming her hands into fists inside her coat pocket, Cass gave a tight smile.

“Let’s go.” She’d face whatever was inside, even though it was still morning and already felt far too early for any kind of celebration.

It definitely felt too early to have a Dominatrix staring you down. It wasn’t even time for elevenses.

What in the world?

Ero-Tea-Ca was packed full of people. They all cheered when Harriet entered. Cass recognised Nabi and Kevin, but that was it. She certainly didn’t know the woman clad in black leather, holding a riding crop.

“Here she is,” Kevin bellowed. “Shop Owner of the Year, in the flesh!”

Cass held herself back as Harriet was swept up into cuddles and kisses.

“Oh my God, you guys. What is happening?” Harriet laughed.

A tall person stepped forward with flair.

This had to be Gogo. Harriet and Kevin spoke of them often.

They were known to be rather dramatic, apparently.

“Well. As this was an unscheduled book club, we had to do it early. Some of us have plans, darling. But there’s no way we wouldn’t celebrate with you.

So, it’s a morning tea party. But a little naughtier. ”

The sharp smack of leather turned everyone’s attention.

Gogo laughed and clapped. “Harriet, you know Mistress Black?” Harriet went red and nodded.

Cass bit the inside of her cheek. Mistress Black was the leader of the Domme book club.

Were she and Harriet friends? “Well, to commemorate this wonderful achievement, we thought—”

“ You thought.” Kevin interrupted, casting a glance towards Cass.

“ I thought,” Gogo laughed, “it would be nice to live up to the tea shop’s name. So, Mistress Black is going to give you a little taste of what it’s like to be rewarded in the naughtiest of ways.”

Cass felt like she’d been punched in the chest. Was she expected to stand there and watch Harriet get pleasured by another woman?

What the hell? Everything in her body wanted her to turn and leave.

Storm out of there in a cloud of offence.

But she didn’t. Instead of fleeing, she took a deep breath and waited for Harriet to reply.

“Um…I don’t think that’s really appropriate, Gogo.” Harriet looked as awkward as Cass felt.

Waving their hand in dismissal, Gogo stepped forward. “Nonsense. It’s a bit of fun.” Looking directly at Cass, Gogo grinned. “You’ve always been a bit daring, my dear Harriet. Nothing like a quick spank to wake you up in the morning. Your girlfriend can join in too if she wants.”

All eyes turned to Cass, and she knew her face was on fire. “No thank you,” she managed to grit out. Cass stood her ground, refusing to embarrass Harriet by leaving. She wanted to, but she wouldn’t.

Gogo pouted. “Such a stick in the mud. Don’t tell me you don’t like your ass smacked, Cassandra.”

“Gogo,” Kevin warned.

“What I do and don’t like done to my body is none of your concern.” Cass heard the vitriol in her own words.

If Gogo picked up on her anger and discomfort, they didn’t let on. Instead, they chuckled and cocked a hip, planting their hand on it. “Darling, if you want to be with Ms Harriet, you need to be a little less uptight than this. It’s only fun. Don’t be so vanilla, sweetie.”

Cass knew then, Gogo had some inkling of her difficulties regarding sex. It was the only explanation, which meant either Kevin or Nabi had discussed it with them. She knew Harriet had spoken to her brother and best friend weeks ago. It helped pave the way for them becoming friends.

Well, Cass thought they were friends.