The Night Off (2 page)

The trek into the building seemed to take forever. Relieved that they didn’t pass anyone on the way, Emily schooled her breathing and tried not to stumble over clumsy feet. She didn’t want Nat to know just how anxious she suddenly felt. It didn’t matter that Nat was a professional—Emily wanted so badly to satisfy her, and she was scared to death that she wouldn’t.

Nat tugged Emily into the lobby elevator, then pushed the button for the penthouse. She shot Emily a cool smile when the doors slid shut. “Tell me your name.”

“Emily.” She kept her gaze downcast, sensing that eye contact wouldn’t be encouraged.

“Emily,” Nat repeated, in a low rumble. “And what do you want?”

Uncertain how to answer, Emily lifted her eyes and searched Nat’s handsome face. “Uh—”

“You want to please me.”

She understood. “Yes, mistress.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to please you, mistress.” Face on fire, she tried not to fidget beneath Nat’s heated scrutiny. Nobody had ever looked at her the way Nat was doing now—like she was a particularly savory treat.

“How?”

Emily’s cheeks burned hotter as she remembered Nat’s words in the car. “Eating your pussy.”

Nat’s hand shot out and tweaked her left nipple. Hard.

“Mistress,” she gasped, correcting her lapse.

The elevator doors slid open and Nat stepped out, dropping Emily’s hand as she let them into the penthouse. Nat nudged her forward, encouraging her to enter first. Emily took a few steps inside, then strained to peek into the large room just beyond the front hallway. She’d nearly reached the end of the hall when Nat closed her hand around her upper arm, dragging her back a few steps.

“No,” Nat said simply, then folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Take off your clothes.”

Despite the fact that this was
her
fantasy, Emily blanched at the thought of willingly baring her body to a complete stranger. Nat stared at her with dark, predatory eyes, making her feel vulnerable in a way that bordered on uncomfortable. Swallowing, Emily shook her head. “I can’t, mistress.” She made sure to address Nat properly, aware that her refusal would be considered transgression enough. “I’m sorry.”

Nat tilted her head, but otherwise betrayed no reaction. “You
can’t
?”

Eyes tearing up, Emily studied her feet. For a moment, she considered using the safe word. To hell with the money she’d spent on tonight, which had taken months to set aside. Now that the moment had come to truly surrender control, she couldn’t seem to do it. Perhaps her fantasies were meant to stay safely within the realm of make-believe.

Nat’s work boots came into view, then her slightly spicy scent filled Emily’s nostrils as she brushed her lips against Emily’s ear. “You’re a beautiful woman. That’s why you’re here. And this is the honest truth, Emily—I want you so badly it
hurts
.” A beat. “Now take off your clothes so I can admire what’s mine.”

It was as though Nat had known exactly what she needed to hear. The words triggered a welcome burst of confidence, chasing away her doubts. She wanted this. Hell, she
needed
it. And she’d never been so wet. If she gave herself over to this experience, it could change her. At the very least, it would provide her an escape from the burden of always feeling responsible for everything around her. That’s all she wanted. A night off.

Emily nodded, determined. “Yes, mistress.”

Nat drew away with a gentle kiss on her cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Emboldened by Nat’s praise, Emily brought her hands to the hem of her shirt and, after a brief hesitation, pulled her top over her head. She watched Nat’s gaze sweep over her chest, glad that she’d worn her lacy black bra. It was a favorite, and the hunger in Nat’s eyes made it clear that she liked it, too.

“Show me your tits.”

Biting her lip, Emily gave up her fight against her embarrassment. She’d told Janis that dirty talk was essential for this fantasy, the cruder the better. Now she couldn’t believe she’d helped write this script. Couldn’t believe it, but for the fact that she was dripping with excitement. With a meek nod, Emily reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, then shrugged it off and let it fall to the ground.

Nat’s quiet inhalation seemed very real. “Gorgeous.” She met Emily’s eyes. “Pinch your nipples for me. Nice and rough. Get them hard.”

Emily stared at a spot on the wall over Nat’s shoulder as she complied. She groaned at the pressure of her fingertips squeezing her nipples, then hissed as she tugged them sharply. Seeing approval in Nat’s eyes, she kept up the harsh treatment until Nat held up a hand to stop her.

“Now your pants. Go slow.”

“Yes, mistress.” Still trembling, Emily unbuttoned her pants, then slid them down her legs as slowly as she could manage. She doubted she looked very sexy. More likely just scared.

“Perfect.” Nat waited until she’d kicked her jeans to the side, then gestured at the lacy black panties that matched her bra. “Very pretty. Slutty.”

Emily said nothing. Standing almost completely naked in front of a woman she’d just met, she couldn’t disagree with Nat’s assessment.

“Turn around,” Nat said, twirling her hand lazily in the air. “Let me see that sweet ass.”

Relieved that she would no longer have to watch Nat’s face during this evaluation, Emily did as asked. She hung her head, very aware of the heat of Nat’s gaze burning into her back.

“Bend over, Emily.”

Emily hesitated.

A slapping sound came from behind her, loud enough to make her jerk in surprise. Nat didn’t make contact with her skin, but the noise alone did the trick. “Do I need to force you to obey?”

“No, mistress.” Not eager to test Nat’s patience, Emily carefully bent at the waist, aware of how the position left her so very exposed. “Like this, mistress?”

“Very good.” Nat’s voice deepened. “Now lower those slutty panties to the ground. Put on a show for me.”

Closing her eyes, Emily grasped the waist of her panties and dragged them deliberately down the length of her thighs. The cool air hit her abundant wetness, sending a shiver up her spine. She couldn’t imagine how she must look: obviously excited, inner thighs and pussy slick with proof that she enjoyed being dominated, belying any protestations she might make.

“Look at that swollen, pink cunt. Dripping wet. Ready to be fucked.” Nat’s arousal permeated her husky words. “You tell me no again, I won’t let you come for a
very
long time. And that wet pussy
needs
to come, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, mistress,” she whispered.

“Stand up and face me.”

Emily straightened. Her heart thundered as she turned around, and she didn’t dare meet Nat’s eyes. She watched as Nat used her foot to gather her clothing in a loose pile in front of her before beckoning Emily forward.

“Down on your knees, right here,” Nat said.

Understanding that Nat intended for the clothing to ease the pain of kneeling on the wooden floor, Emily sank down onto it gratefully. “Yes, mistress.”

“What do you want?”

This time she knew the answer. “To please you.” And it was the truth. “Mistress.”

Nat gave her a grin that made her grateful she wasn’t standing. It would’ve taken out her knees. Dragging a fingertip along Emily’s jaw, Nat murmured, “Excellent. Unbutton my jeans.”

Emily reached for the button, cursing her shaking hands. It took a fair amount of fumbling before she managed to work it open. When she lifted her face, ready to receive her next instruction, Nat pushed a single finger inside her mouth.

“Suck,” Nat said.

At first she was confused, but then Nat wiggled her finger and she realized what she was being asked to do. Self-conscious, she sucked on Nat, who tasted faintly of hand sanitizer. Emily raised her eyes, seeking approval.

“Show me what you can do with that mouth.” Nat withdrew her finger slowly, then slipped back inside with a lewd smirk. “Besides getting smart with me, that is.”

Emily had long since abandoned any pretense of resistance. Nat’s dominant energy rendered her wholly subservient and eager to obey. She sucked harder, swirling her tongue in circles over the pad of Nat’s finger.

A low groan rumbled deep in Nat’s throat. “Unzip me.”

Emily continued to lave Nat with her tongue as she lowered the zipper on her jeans. She gasped when Nat’s finger left her mouth, then watched breathlessly as Nat pushed her jeans down her legs, taking her black boxer briefs with them. Rapt, she stared at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair only inches from her face. She inhaled deeply, salivating at the thought of tasting her mistress.

“Oh, you want this, don’t you?” Nat ran a hand over her pussy, spreading her labia and exposing slick, pink flesh. “Do you want to kiss me here?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Nat slid her fingers through her wetness, then smeared them across Emily’s lips. Shocked, Emily flinched away, but Nat stopped her with a hand tangled in her hair. Nat gathered more of her juices with her free hand, this time pressing her shiny fingers directly into Emily’s mouth. It was the first time in four years that she’d enjoyed a woman’s flavor. She couldn’t remember either of her former lovers being so sweet.

“You like how I taste?” Nat tightened her grip on her hair.

Nodding, Emily mumbled around Nat’s fingers, “I love it, mistress.”

Nat withdrew her fingers, then roughly shoved Emily’s face between her legs. “Then eat me like you need it to survive.”

Emily opened her mouth on instinct, moaning at the way Nat’s flavor went straight to her head. Dizzy with her scent, she drank Nat in, pushing her nose and lips into her folds and lapping at her opening.

“There you go.” Nat stroked her cheek tenderly, full of affection. “That’s my nasty little slut.”

Emily closed her eyes, ashamed by how much she enjoyed the lewd praise. The hand on her face stilled before slapping her lightly. The contact wasn’t painful, but she instantly snapped to attention.

“Look at me.” Nat’s words were clipped, her voice steady. Except for the slight trembling of her thighs, she was in total control. “I want you
here.
Present.”

Solid pressure from Nat’s hand on her head kept her in place, forcing Emily to struggle to look up into Nat’s eyes as she continued to lick her. What she saw there turned her on in a way that shook her very foundation. She had wondered whether she would actually enjoy her dirty little fantasy come to life, but now she knew.

She fucking loved it.

“Funny, you don’t
act
very unwilling.” Nat chuckled. “Not anymore.”

Emily pulled away long enough to say, “No, mistress,” then got back to work. Nat set her feet apart and tilted her hips slightly, giving Emily better access. Angling her head, Emily circled her tongue around Nat’s opening, thrilled by the way Nat groaned and shook in response.

“Glad to hear that.” Nat took a breath, then exhaled. “Because I have big plans for you tonight. I’m going to fuck you, Emily. Spank you. Use and abuse that beautiful body of yours. And I’d love to think that you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will.” She tugged on Emily’s hair, until she met her gaze again. “I don’t
need
to think that, mind you. But I’d love to.”

Emily nodded, hoping her response was acceptable. She didn’t want to stop what she was doing—not when she sensed Nat teetering on the edge of climax. Like magic, all her usual stresses and worries vanished from her mind, replaced by a single-minded focus on pleasing the woman who towered over her.

“Fuck,” Nat groaned, fisting her hand in Emily’s hair so she could guide her mouth to her clit. “Suck me. Make me come.”

Complying with a happy murmur, Emily planted her lips around Nat’s hot, swollen clit and sucked gently. Nat shot out her hand and braced herself on the wall, drawing a smile from Emily even as she continued her ministrations. Despite her uncertainty, Nat’s reactions made it clear that she was doing a good job.

Nat released her hair and gave her another gentle slap on the cheek. The contact wasn’t intended to induce pain, but to degrade—exactly as she had requested. With only a slight waver in her voice, Nat said, “Harder, slut. Suck it harder.”

Emily increased her suction, drawing Nat deep into her mouth. Almost instantly Nat stiffened, then her body quaked in release. She didn’t vocalize her pleasure, but it was obvious from the flood of wetness that soaked her lips and tongue that the orgasm had been strong. Wary of stopping before she was told, Emily kept licking until Nat yanked her away with both hands in her hair.

“Enough.”

Sitting back on her heels, Emily remained silent and waited for further instruction. Her own juices were pouring from her throbbing pussy, but she wasn’t likely to find relief soon. A big part of her fantasy had been the idea of having her orgasm denied until she could hardly stand it. Now she wished she’d thought that one through.

Nat exhaled and took a step back. “That took the edge off.”

Emily wished she could say the same. Taking a chance, she murmured, “Thank you, mistress.”

“For what?”

“For allowing me to pleasure you.”

Nat’s eyes sparkled with what looked like approval. She grasped Emily’s upper arm and hauled her to her feet. “You’re welcome, slut.” Taking her hand, Nat led them deeper into the penthouse. “Come on. Now we can begin.”

Nat ushered her into an immaculate bathroom and closed the door behind them—most likely to prevent Emily’s escape, since they were alone in the penthouse and clearly long past the issue of privacy. Still naked, heart racing, Emily stood by the sink and watched dazedly as Nat sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the faucet. Lean, well-muscled arms flexed as Nat tested the water with her hand. The easy confidence in her movements made Emily’s throat go dry. She tore her gaze away when Nat plugged the drain, nervous about what would happen when the focus returned to her.

Nat didn’t seem to be in any hurry. She uncapped a bottle of bubble bath and squirted a generous dollop into the steaming water. “Come tell me if this is too hot.”

Strangely touched by the offer, Emily took a tentative step forward. “Yes, mistress.” She held her hand beneath the flow of water. It was hot, but not hotter than she liked. “That feels wonderful.” She startled when Nat’s hand caressed the curve of her bare ass.