Cadence of My Heart (17 page)

From that day forward, sex becomes a regular part of their relationship. Almost a full year passes, Cadence finishes her compulsory education, and by the time she’s a day away from her seventeenth birthday, they’re making love multiple times daily. Cadence hasn’t spent a single night in her own bed since she—rather unsuccessfully—came out to her parents, and no-one’s noticed how she and Marlee are practically living as a couple in this expansive house, virtually ignored as they are by the other residents.

If anyone’s ever overheard their exuberant and frequent lovemaking, it’s never been mentioned or questioned, yet neither of them do much to hide it. Just this morning, Marlee was crying out with Cadence on top of her, impaling her with all eight inches of the dildo.

Her insides still throbbing, she fluffs the pillow under her head and turns away from the glare of the sunlight streaming in through the window. Damn, it feels good to be fucked by Cadence. She has so much stamina—a testament to her athleticism—and the thrust of her hips is so powerful, and so unrelenting. It’s hard to believe she’s still only sixteen years old. Harder still to believe that, not so long ago, she was an innocent virgin, experiencing her first real orgasm, scared to initiate adult intimacy even though she clearly wanted it.

Marlee chuckles to herself. Sixteen years old! Seventeen in less than twenty-four hours, but still: so young, and yet so proficient. Their lovemaking is exhausting, Cadence being so energetic, insatiable, and demanding. If Marlee had to get up and run for her life right now, she doubts that she could. Her legs are like jelly: weak, and utterly incapable of carrying her weight anywhere—even to the bathroom.

She’s had to pee for the last ten minutes, but she’s forcing her bladder to hold it. Besides, Cadence is in the bathroom showering. Isn’t she? Wait. The sound of running water’s stopped. As she registers that, the duvet is suddenly yanked down and a naked crotch is pressed against her bare bum, straddling her.

“Are you awake, Marlee?”

Cadence’s voice is so warm and sultry, her hands roaming from shoulders to lower back, sodden hair dripping. Does she want to go at it again? Why not? It’s been all of half an hour.

Marlee wriggles onto her back, yawning as she looks up at her eager, naked lover’s breasts, her slender waist, perfectly proportioned hips, and the small strip of dark curly hair leading down to her core.

Before offering her any encouragement, Marlee checks the bedside clock. “I don’t know that we have enough time for this, darling. We should get going.”

“Where?”

“Shopping.” Marlee reaches up and fondles Cadence’s breasts. “We need to buy you a new dress.”

“Why?” Cadence’s lips turn pouty, her smile fading. “I have plenty of dresses.”

“Yes”—Marlee massages two swelling nipples—“but your parents want you in something new for your birthday party tomorrow.”

“My engagement party, you mean.” Her thirst for some more hanky panky subdued, Cadence pulls Marlee’s hands away. “I don’t even want to have this stupid party. I wish we could call the whole thing off and just—”

Marlee puts a finger to her lips. “The party has to go ahead, so you may as well enjoy it.”

“How can I?” Cadence bats her hand away.

“Because we’ll be there together.” Marlee drives a hand between Cadence’s legs, thrusting two fingers all the way inside her without hesitation or delicacy. “We’ll celebrate your birthday, then we’ll be off on a train to Scotland. We’ll be married.”

Cadence plants her hands on Marlee’s naked breasts and starts to ride her fingers, simulating phallic coitus, the desire for a quick, firm fuck engulfing her in seconds. She certainly isn’t a virgin anymore! Her body’s grown accustomed to penetration, allowing Marlee to relax completely when they make love, no longer having to worry about using too much force and accidentally tearing her. Not only that, but in the last twelve months, she’s started to take control of her sexual needs. She’s become keenly aware of what she likes, what she wants, and how to maximize her pleasure. To that end, she stops moving and fumbles to open the drawer in the bedside table.

“I need you this way,” she says, grabbing the dildo and easing the bulb inside Marlee.

Happy to oblige, Marlee extracts her fingers and watches Cadence angle the head of the cock between her legs. She presses it into her wet flesh and slides herself down over the shaft, taking it deep without any difficulty.

How erotic that is still, to watch the shaft disappear inside her, swallowed up by her hungry sex. More erotic even than the first time, when Marlee was so worried about causing her pain. Breaking her in was exhilarating, the illicit thrill of it so arousing, but making love to her like this—to see how self-assured and capable she is as a lover—is a pleasure beyond any measure.

She pushes up into her, and at that moment, there’s a sharp knock against Cadence’s bedroom door. Shit. Has someone finally heard them?

“Who the hell could that be?” Cadence crabs, slumping against Marlee’s chest.

After a moment’s thought, Marlee suspects she knows exactly who it is: Vincent Cartwright, otherwise known as Cadence’s future husband. He and his family are staying with them to celebrate Cadence’s birthday. Or more accurately, to formally announce the Ashlock-Cartwright engagement.

Another round of knocks spurs Cadence to act.

“Hold on,” she calls out, uncoupling herself from Marlee.

While she grabs a bathrobe and disappears through the open cheater door into her old room, Marlee sets the dildo aside and gets out of bed, dressing as quickly as she can. God, she hopes he didn’t hear!

Keeping as quiet as possible, she pricks her ears and listens as Cadence opens the door to a twenty-year-old boy with blue eyes and a head of thick, dark hair.

In pristine, newly shined leather shoes, pressed trousers, and a crisp white dress shirt, he doesn’t look his age at all. He should be wearing torn jeans, sneakers, and an over-washed t-shirt, but he’s not interested in that. He wants to look like a man. He wants to behave like a man. Or at least, his perception of what a man ought to be.

“What do you want?” Cadence snaps at him.

“I’m heading up to the games room.” He takes in her appearance. “I thought you might like to join me.”

“No.” Cadence tries to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot.

“Have you seen the maid?” he asks boldly, peeking into the room. “I’ve looked everywhere for her, but I can’t seem to find her.”

“Who? Marlee? Marlee isn’t a maid.” Cadence forces the door closed slightly, limiting his view. “And you have no right to request her.”

“I’m a guest in your house, Cadence.” He smiles smugly, stuffing both hands in his pockets. “I have a right to see my needs tended to.”

“Sure you do, but not by Marlee.”

Afraid that Cadence’s tongue will start to get away from her—which it’s very apt to do—Marlee walks in from the other bedroom, tucking her blouse into her skirt. Unbeknownst to her, she’s missed fastening the top button, leaving her bra exposed.

“Is there something you need, Master Cartwright?” She appears at Cadence’s shoulder.

Vince eyes her bosom. At first, she assumes he’s being a typical young boy—her nanny outfits are quite revealing—but then she looks down and finds herself indecent. Without making too much out of it, she swiftly buttons herself up.

“Master Cartwright,” she prompts him. “Do you require assistance of some kind?”

“Quite urgently.” His gaze diverts to her eyes. “I requested fresh towels daily, and I’ve yet to receive any this morning.”

“My apologies, sir.” Marlee dips her head subserviently, but has no discernible hint of emotion in her voice. “Allow me to see to that immediately.”

She takes a step toward the door, but Cadence puts an arm out, blocking her way.

“Marlee’s not a dog.” She glares at Vince. “And she certainly does not respond to your call.”

Marlee stifles a gasp, shocked by the physical response Cadence’s recently emerging protective streak stirs in her knickers. It seems the older Cadence gets, and the closer they become to one another, the less the ballsy teen’s able to tolerate any slight or disrespect aimed in her direction—and it excites her. Cadence is growing into such a strong young woman.

“Forgive me”—Vince is pushy and undeterred, targeting Cadence with steely eyes—“but Marlee is an employee of this house, is she not?”

“For now, but not for much longer, and she tends only to me. If you need something, you may ring the bell and ask for Rachel. She’ll see to you.” Cadence slams the door on him, her expression full of loathing as she turns to face Marlee. “He’s such a dick. He shouldn’t speak to you like that.”

“Still, he’s the boy your mother wishes you to marry.” Marlee feigns seriousness. “Don’t you think you should treat him with some modicum of respect?”

They erupt in laughter.

“Shit.” Cadence stifles herself abruptly, entertaining the same horrifying thought that crossed Marlee’s mind a few minutes ago. “Do you think he heard us having sex?”

“I don’t know.” Marlee glides her hands around Cadence’s slender waist and pushes her up against the door, planting kisses on her. “But we’ll have to be very careful for the next two days. You know that, don’t you? We might not get much time together.”

“We must,” Cadence insists adamantly, miserably contemplating spending her birthday celebrations wound up with unfulfilled sexual longings. “If I don’t get to make love with you at least once a day, I’ll go bat shit crazy.”

Marlee smirks. A girl who’s technically not yet old enough to be with her at all is making sexual demands! Her heart pitter-patters.

“Come on, let’s go.” She drags Cadence back into her bedroom. “I’m eager to watch you try on sexy dresses. It might be the only enjoyment I get all day.”

Watching Cadence peruse a lingerie rack in the fifth clothing store they’ve visited thus far, Marlee’s mind races back twelve months, remembering the first time they found themselves in this position. Then, the hand holding was purely platonic. Today, it’s anything but. Then, it was a black lace bra that caught Cadence’s attention. Today, it’s a red lace bra with a velvet heart pattern—matching knickers, too.

They would look incredible on her.

“I think we’re becoming distracted.” Marlee tries to turn her in the direction of the eveningwear section. “Dresses are this way.”

“But it’s my birthday tomorrow.” Cadence juts out her bottom lip. “Wouldn’t you like me to wear something sexy on my birthday?”

“Yes, which is why I want you to come with me and pick out a dress.”

Marlee takes her by the hand and leads her over to the appropriate section, but that doesn’t make Cadence any less distracted. She’s been stealing less-than-subtle glances at Marlee’s cleavage since they left the house, and Marlee can’t take much more of it. She notices every time Cadence’s soft eyes wander, landing upon the generous ‘V’ shown off by the open neckline of her blouse, and she feels her nipples harden.

Concealed by racks of clothing, she slides behind Cadence, embracing her.

“You’re staring.”

“Am I?” Cadence pretends to be clueless.

“You are. You keep looking at my chest.”

“What’s the matter?” Cadence teases. “You don’t like it when I look at you?”

“I love it when you look at me, but you have to control yourself when we’re out. We both do.” Marlee rubs her waist. “We could still get into a lot of trouble for loving one another the way we do. We’re not quite out of the woods yet.”

Knowing just what to say to make Marlee weak, Cadence turns her head to the side and whispers, “I ache when I look at you.”

She’s grown to be an expert at baiting that hook and tossing it in the water.

“Where?” Marlee bites on the line without hesitation, quickly making sure no-one’s looking before she reaches for one of Cadence’s breasts. “Here?” She fondles it.

“Yessssssss.” Cadence leans into her.

Marlee coaxes her nipple stiff, then forces herself to stop. By the letter of the law, Cadence is still a child in her care. A sexually precocious, beautiful, irresistible child.

“That’s enough, darling.” She disengages her hand.

“But now you’ve made me all tingly,” Cadence complains. “You’re so cruel.”

“Behave.” Marlee gives her bum a brief pat as she pulls away.

Cadence manages to follow that instruction for the better part of half an hour, during which time she tries on and rejects six different dresses that manage to generate a whole range of responses from Marlee.

“Oh, no, darling.” Vigorous head shaking. “Not that one.”

“Ooh, that’s adorable.” Wink.

“Meh.” Shrug.

“I like it.” Noncommittal.

“That color does nothing for your beautiful eyes, sweetheart.”

“That’s nice.” Head cocked to the side, admiring her ass.

This time, there’s no pretence that Cadence is selecting a dress based purely on Marlee’s reaction to it, and Marlee feels quite comfortable offering her honest opinions. When Cadence gets to the seventh dress out of the nine possibilities she took with her into the changing room, however, she’s after more than just a compliment. Dress on, she opens the door, peeks her head out, and calls for Marlee.

“Psst, Marlee.” She beckons her inside. “I need your help.”

Suspecting a trick, but powerless to resist anyway, Marlee gets up off the comfy chair she’s been lounging on for half an hour, hopes none of the sales staff are watching, and joins Cadence in the tiny cubicle. There’s not enough room to swing a cat inside the cluttered box, so even if Cadence is up to something wayward, there’s going to be a limit to what they can accomplish in such a small space.

Dresses are crumpled on the floor in an array of colors. Cadence is wearing a lined, white satin, above-the-knee dress, sleeveless, with an empire waist. It has a black silk sash around the middle, decorated with black beading, and she looks like a princess.

“You like?” She grabs the hem and lifts it higher, revealing more thigh.

Marlee takes a half-step closer. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No?” Cadence reaches between her own legs, draws her fingers along the drenched flesh between her thighs, then holds them up, slick with moisture. “But it’s really wet down there.”

Overcome, Marlee grabs Cadence by the hips and pushes her back, shoving her forcefully against the changing room wall, making her squeal with delight.

“You’re so naughty.” She snatches Cadence’s wrist and sucks her sticky fingers clean, tasting her abundant arousal. “And yummy.” She reaches under Cadence’s dress, tugging down her knickers. “So fucking yummy.”

“Too much talking.” Cadence pushes Marlee onto her knees. “Use your tongue for something else instead.”

Dropping Cadence’s knickers to her ankles, Marlee gathers the hem of the dress up around her hips, exposing her bare cunt. She’s glistening, her labia engorged with blood, plump and ready for Marlee’s mouth. In preparation, Cadence steps out of her knickers and hooks a leg over Marlee’s shoulder, opening herself up.

“We have to be so much more careful than this,” Marlee warns her, teasing her clit with the very tip of her tongue. “We mustn’t take any unnecessary risks.” She pulls apart Cadence’s folds and kisses the slit. “Not when we’re so close to making this legal.”

“But I like it.” Cadence holds Marlee’s face to the mark.

Honestly, so does Marlee. In just one day—with the announcement of Cadence’s engagement—her employment contract will be over. This is likely to be their last illicit encounter, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to last long.

As Marlee works her to peak, Cadence’s legs become weak, and she finds it difficult to keep herself upright, relying on the wall and Marlee’s shoulder for support.

“I’m coming,” she whispers frantically, using her free hand to prop herself up on Marlee’s other shoulder. “Oh, Marlee … oh …” She starts to whimper quietly, her breathing reduced to shallow panting until she’s holding her breath completely, tremors engulfing her.

She doesn’t let the trapped air out of her lungs until her orgasm passes, releasing her back to reality as she slides down onto Marlee’s lap.

“All better?” Marlee smirks, licking all trace of Cadence off her lips.

“For now.” Cadence hugs Marlee’s neck, and they share a sex-flavored kiss that’s abruptly broken by a knock on the cubicle door.

Rat-a-tat-tat. “Is everything all right in there?”

Cadence attempts to stifle a giggle, but ends up snorting, leaving Marlee to try and answer the sales girl without sounding suspicious.

“We’re fine, thank you. Stuck zip. Problem solved.”

That appears to satisfy her and she leaves, Cadence’s giggles exploding as soon as she’s presumed to be out of earshot.

“You’re dreadfully ill-behaved,” Marlee reprimands her lightheartedly. “But you’re so desirable.” She suppresses her laughter by kissing her again. “Stop being so damn desirable.”

Following that close call, they make a quick exit from the store. Cadence dashes out first, without making eye contact with anyone, leaving Marlee behind to pay for the dress—which she does with reddened cheeks, wondering if any of the sales staff heard Cadence’s climax.