“How worked up I’ve been all week. Your fault for existing in the first place, your fault for being a complete savant at dirty talk. Last night was—oh, what are you—”
Couldn’t control it. She was rocking forward, trying to rub herself into Sadie’s bent leg to get some bit of contact. “Just a little,” she said into Sadie’s hair. “Please, it’ll feel so good. Just a little, and then I’ll stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” Sadie sounded hoarse. “I want to give you everything.”
Anne gasped and jerked hard against Sadie’s thigh.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Shh. You’re going to get exactly what you need.”
The curtain of Sadie’s hair was everywhere, obscuring Anne’s vision. It was safe beneath the veil, enough to voice a secret worry. Anne whispered, “What if it isn’t enough? What if I need it again? All the time? What if I don’t stop needing it?”
“Then you’ll get it again. As often as you want. Do you believe me?”
All Anne could do was nod.
“You’ll get everything.” Sadie bent her head a little, angling her face down to nestle into the crook of Anne’s neck. “Oh God, the way you smell. I’ll take such good care of you, Anne. A scalp massage, flowers, my mouth, my hands, my ears, the world. Everything’s yours. Just ask. Or don’t ask. I’ll still give it to you.”
“Sadie—”
Sadie fumbled between their bodies as she undid the clasp at the juncture of Anne’s dress. “And I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you all the time, I’ll make you so happy; all I want to do is make you happy—”
“Please.” Anne was begging for all of it, the promises, the touch. “Please.”
Without hesitation, Sadie slid her hand fully inside the slackVof Anne’s dress and cupped her breast, thumb sliding gently over the top of her lace bra, her stiff nipple. Slowly. So fucking slowly that Anne wanted to howl in frustration.
Into the skin of her neck, Sadie made a sound likehmmmand licked out, her tongue hard and rough.
Anne whined and arched into Sadie’s mouth.
“Almost,” Sadie whispered. “Just a little longer. Be patient while I do this.”
“Patient? I don’t—” Anne was spinning. “What are—”
“You like doing exactly as you’re told, don’t you?” This, punctuated with the graze of Sadie’s teeth just below Anne’s jaw. “No decisions to make, no chance of doing anything wrong. All you have to do is take orders and get wet. You’re doing both right now, aren’t you?”
Anne moaned, the sound obscene.
“Oh, yes, you are. Listen to that.” Sadie slid her fingers inside Anne’s bra and pushed it down to expose her breast. She pinched the nipple, drawing a gasp from Anne, and rolled it firmly between her thumb and forefinger. “No one would ever believe me if I told them about this, would they? Formidable Anne Lowell, elegant Anne Lowell—reduced to this whining, pretty mess who’d doanythingto get filled up.”
She said it approvingly, admiringly, as if Anne were fulfilling the only purpose she had, and it made Anne throb so hard her hips jerked into the air.
“Mess,” Anne babbled, “ah, it’s, I’m—”
Sadie parted the side of Anne’s hair with her free hand, took an earlobe in her mouth, and began to suck.
“Ah—”
Slow and warm and so wet as Sadie worked Anne evenly, the gentle rhythm of it like a pulse.
Anne pressed her lips together to stop from whimpering too loudly. It wasn’t until she began panting through her nose, her nails starting to dig into Sadie’s back, that Sadie pulled away again.
They stared at each other. Sadie’s gaze on her was a kind of stroking.
What did Anne look like right now? Hair disheveled, breasts falling out of her gaping dress, face and neck and chest reddened with arousal?
Sadie’s color was high, too. She licked her lips and watched as Anne’s gaze dropped down to Sadie’s breasts, which were moving quickly up and down from the effort of her breathing.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Sadie told her. “You’ll get your turn. I need something from you first. I’ve been picturing it all day. All week, to tell you the truth. Are you ready?”