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“Okay, so we change the plan a little bit. No problem with any of that. I can do improv,” Sammi’s voice was husky from the aftermath of their sexual frolic.
Connor could barely get her eyes open. She was lying on her back with Sammi’s head nestled against her chest and legs wrapped around her own. Their overheated bodies were cooling to room temperature and the general effect was lulling both of them to sleep.
“Huh?”
“I’ll just tell Luke that you and I are really something else. He’ll get it with a bit of tears on my part. He’ll understand where I’m at inside my own head. He’ll know this time is different. It’s different than all those other times,” Sammi mumbled as she tried to stifle a yawn. “Who knows, maybe he’ll agree to father our kids for us.”
“Other times? Kids?” Connor managed to crack open one eye with her confusion.
Sammi pulled out of the comfortable embrace. She gave Connor a soft, tender kiss with her slightly bruised lips. Leaving the woman breathless, Sammi let her head drop back to the pillow next to Connor’s.
“I’ve never felt like this before, Connor. Honest and true. I’m so exhausted but I still want you. Even if you only just hold me. My body craves to be next to your body.”
Connor gave a short snort as she rolled on her side to face Sammi, “Your body didn’t crave me for long the last time we screwed around.”
Sammi lowered her eyes, “It was all about me then. Completely my brain’s fault. I was so…so…so torn but I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk loving you more. My show was a hit. A gay scandal back then would have destroyed my ratings. I worked too hard and come too far to lose out on something I deserved so much. No, I had to let you go, Connor, to save my career. I lived with that regret everyday. Until now. No more regret. Now, I get what I really deserve.”
Connor was only half listening. Her gaze was traveling the length of her lover’s sprawled body. The evenly tanned skin was highlighted here and there with glints of metal and jewels. The pieces shimmered in the curtained muted mid afternoon light of the trailer’s bedroom.
“Hey, let me get a good look at you,” Connor was feeling more awake and her arousal was growing at the sight of Sammi lying naked before her. “Stretch out.”
Connor pulled the twisted, sweat soaked sheet off them and tossed it to the floor. She moved to the end of the bed and lifted Sammi’s left foot. Connor caressed the arch as she examined the ring on second toe. Her mouth captured the toe and sucked.
“Oh, yeah,” Sammi moaned.
When she finally released the digit, Connor asked, “Where’d you get that?”
“Years ago,” Sammi answered while Connor resumed kissing her foot and then her ankle. “I was a teenager; too young and way too beautiful for Nebraska. A guy, twice my age, did the right of passage for me. Little did I know then, he’d be one of the biggest cocks I’d ever get to fuck. What a man he was. Anyway, he gave me the little ring to remember him by plus a fistful of cash. It paid for my trip to LA. Oooh, there,” Sammi gasped as Connor licked the back of her knee.
Connor continued kissing up Sammi’s thigh until she came to the tattoo she’d seen their first time together, “SLUT.”
“That’s my penance for being a bad girl. Luke caught me cheating on him really early in our marriage. I was going down on a studio guy. A very rich studio guy. A very rich white studio guy. Luke was absolutely angry with me. He started to worry I was only with him because he’s black.”
Connor let her thumb trace the letters. “That is why you’re with him, isn’t it?”
“No. I mean, yes. Only at first, yes. Then, no because he’s totally delivered. He’s been a great partner. Luke’s a terrific cook, magnificent personal assistant, nobody could ask for a better script reader, he’s okay in bed, Hell, Luke will even make the bed if I ask him nicely. He’s mostly understanding about my personal and professional needs to fuck other people every so often. He just has this thing about me screwing rich, white guys. He says it’s demeaning. He says it shames him.”
“Go figure,” Connor hushed as she approached Sammi’s clean shaven mound. “I love it like this.” She breathed onto the pale, soft skin. “So, vulnerable.”
Sammi let out a small groan. “Luke and I did a three way with this Brazilian guy in Rome last year. I wanted the guy to feel at home so I got the big wax job. Luke ended up liking the look. Hey Connor, while you’re down there, give my clit a suck. Would you, hmm? Just do me a little one, baby, please? You’re making me hot. I need to cum.”
“Nope, not yet,” Connor refused as she kissed her way to the other thigh. “Now, this is new; WHORE. Why’d you ever get that?”
“It’s a spiritual thing. I met this woman at an art gallery. She’s a priestess of an ancient religion…, I can’t remember which one. Anyway, she told me she could see right through me. You know, see through my physical being to my soul. She said I sell myself cheap, like a whore. I sell myself for money and comfort and pleasure and attention. She said I was so full of other people’s crap that I had no pure light visible anymore. She told me to get that tattoo so I would remember every day what I really am; nothing but a cheap whore. She said that after I got the tattoo, I could go and see her at her temple for more treatments.”
Connor stopped fingering the letters and turned her eyes to Sammi. The smile on Sammi’s face was undeniable bliss. Connor suddenly felt like she was stroking a cat.
“You didn’t go see her, did you?”
“I most certainly did,” Sammi proudly proclaimed and arched her back to encourage Connor’s physical attention to her body.
Connor shook her head in disbelief, “Did you fuck her?”
Sammi burst out laughing. “GOD NO! She was at least 60 years old. What are you thinking, I’m some kind of freak?” Sammi’s chuckles turned to sighs as Connor began to kiss a path up towards her navel. “I would never fuck somebody that old unless they had more money than Branson. She didn’t want that anyway. She just wanted to give me weekly enemas and then, after I emptied myself, she would get to clean me up, so to speak.”
“Ungh? That is totally gross. Please, tell me you didn’t let her?” Connor was horrified by the thought.
“Connor, try to keep an open mind. Highness Dorothy says I’m full of shit and she needs to clean me out,” Sammi insisted but didn’t lift her head off the pillow cradling it.
Connor stopped in mid kiss to say, “I can’t believe you let her do that to you.”
“Every Wednesday at 4:43 pm.”
“Dear God. How much does she charge you?” Connor was suspicious.
“A thousand but she is so worth it. Next time you can come and watch if you want. Having an observer is just a couple hundred bucks more.”
“Only in Hollywood,” Connor murmured with a smirk.
After a moment’s reflection, she continued her kisses from the navel to the ample breasts. Sammi’s breasts were perfectly, naturally round with proud nipples ready to respond and begging to be sucked. Connor indulged her mouth’s desire with the right.
“That’s it, baby. Bite me,” Sammi begged as she grabbed a fistful of Connor’s luscious blonde hair.
“Wait for it. Let me taste the other first,” Connor mumbled as she blazed a trail of fiery, nipping kisses to the left, twinkling nipple.
Sammi eased her hold on Connor’s hair. She gave into the sensuous mouthing loving her flesh. Without thought, her body lifted closer to Connor’s eager mouth. Connor’s hot tongue lashed the barbell nipple piercing eliciting a deep growl from Sammi.
“And, whose idea was this little gem?” Connor gasped before she went back to suckle seconds.
Sammi’s wrapped her arms around Connor’s head and cuddled her. “It’s a gift from my first lesbian romance. Sorry Connor, you weren’t the first. You are, in deed, the best but sadly not the first.”
“But, will I be the last?” Connor began to wonder as she held on tight to the tortured nipple.
“Edith was so sweet. Both her nipples were pierced. I did one so she could enjoy the feeling as much as I did. Then, I met Luke. I don’t remember where she ended up,” Sammi sighed in contentment as Connor snapped her piercing out of her mouth.
“So sweet,” Connor mumbled before she began her trek back down Sammi’s sweaty body.
“Oh, suck me now!” Sammi squeaked when Connor’s mouth closed around Sammi’s pierced clit.
“Why’d you get this? Is it in honor of Edith too?” Connor heard the edge of jealousy in her own voice.
“No. I got it because; an amazing Domme I was subbing too demanded I do it. We met at a very exclusive party in the hills. Luke handed me over to her for ‘behavior’ training. It was the most blissful month of my life. Better than rehab. She told me she owned me. I had to call her Mistress or she would punish me. She was rough with me. At times, it was brutal. But, I loved ever minute of it. I cried and begged for mercy yet all the while, I prayed she’d let me sniff her boots before she’d put me back in my cage for the night,” Sammi gave a satisfied sigh as Connor continued to suck.
Connor lost her reason with Sammi’s words. She started to tug on the piercing. She didn’t ease up until Sammi screamed.
“Please!” Sammi cried out with her hands clutching the sheets for support.
Connor released her hold and reared up to tower over Sammi. She could barely get her breath as she panted and waved her finger for emphasis, “Never…never…never again beg anybody but me. I own you now. You’re mine. All mine. I’m your Domme or Mistress or Master or Lover or Wife or Whatever. The only boots you kiss from now on are mine.”
Connor dropped down again to Sammi’s pussy and savored the pierced and throbbing clit before her before she said, “I’m gonna fuck you, Sammi. With my mouth, my tongue, my hands, my strap on or whatever, I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch in heat you are. I’m gonna make you cum over and over and then beg me for more.”
Sammi smiled broadly at Connor’s announcement. She squirmed under Connor’s control. Her efforts were not to get away but to become even more secured beneath her lover.
“Please,” Sammi muttered, “make me beg you.”
Connor made a silent promise, “You’ll do more than beg me before we’re finished.”
