Chapter 17

Once inside the massive bedroom, Sheila spun in a slow circle with the scarf dangling from a hand. Beneath a gauzy pink canopy squatted an enormous four-poster bed flanked by side tables. Across the lilac carpet from it was a dresser, makeup table, and skinny armchair. All the furniture was made of blonde wood.

Beyond the main room was a sitting area. Her heart stumbled. In the middle was a gray-padded medical chair. An IV stand and pump stood nearby.

“Chemo?”

“Yes, mistress,” El said from her hands and knees beside her. “Nurse comes to administer it.”

After a slow nod, Sheila returned to the bed. A thick, bright pink comforter. Piled against the high headboard lay a mound of darker lilac pillows.

“Umm.” The brunette gulped. “I like pink.”

“See that.” She smiled down at her. “It’s pretty. Suits you.” While scanning a gleaming white bathroom, she sighed.

“Jacuzzi tub is huge. And, uh, very soothing,” El said in a low voice. “It and the shower are, um, large enough for two, mistress.”

“Oh, you naughty seductress.” She giggled. “You and your hints. Come on, I can smell that leaky pussy of yours, my pet.”

When Sheila tugged the scarf from El’s neck and tossed it to the mattress, the slender woman had unleashed a hungry moan. After a quick scan of the bedspread, Sheila had lifted her by the shoulders. Holding her tight, she’d shoved them onto the covers.

With the warm little frame rubbing against her, Sheila found those slim, hungry lips with her own. While the pair squirmed together towards the middle of the bed, Sheila’s fingers roamed the writhing woman. As Sheila chased her tongue once more, El’s hands gripped her wider hips.

On her back, with El sprawled over her, they continued kissing as the world faded. When Sheila forced a knee between the trembling woman’s legs, she bucked forward with a muffled moan. With a louder groan, she eased her leg between Sheila’s crushing thighs.

As El’s tight wetness raced on her knee, smearing it with dripping warmth, their moaning intensified. Soon enough, those hazel pools ignited, and those pretty eyelashes flew apart. Shuddering and unleashing cries into their mashed lips, she sped quicker along Sheila’s leg.

When Sheila thrust upward into the thinner thigh, flames within her became a roaring forest fire. At the woman’s hands clawing deep as she shook, a wave pummeled free far inside Sheila. It was her turn to fill their mouths with muffled cries as she bucked upward into the slender woman.

Both shuddered while, lips still sealed, they held each other. An immense wave of satisfaction flowed through her. Different from with Donal or her husband. After El collapsed onto her, her tongue only played, prodding at El’s.

When the woman’s hazel pools flooded, then overflowed, Sheila jolted. As the trembling woman sobbed, her heaving chest drove the tiny, heated spikes into her ribs. As rivulets raced down those narrow cheeks, she lifted her mouth.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?” she whispered.

“So sorry, mistress. It’s been too long.” El shook as louder wails escaped her shaking lips. Tears tumbled in an endless stream to spatter on Sheila’s breastbone. “I shouldn’t have. You’re ... I wasn’t supposed to ... Not come first. Not without ... You first ... Always.”

“Hmm, but I, um, enjoyed—”

“Never. Never first.” El’s breathing hitched as she gazed deep into Shiela’s eyes. “Always you, mistress.”

After a lengthy exhale, Sheila rose and moved El to her back. With her aching flesh straddling the bony pelvis, she reached over the slim brunette. Again, the woman’s breaths staggered, and for a second Sheila thought she’d lurch upwards to latch onto one of her swaying boobs. Instead, she remained in place, watching wide-eyed, as she gripped each wrist to stretch both skinny arms outwards.

“W-What are you, um, doing, mistress?”

Rather than answer, she flashed her best “good mommy” glare and shoved El’s legs wider. “Don’t you dare move those limbs. Or I’ll ... I’ll spank that little butt.”

At the abrupt gasp and the tightening of the pelvis beneath her, she couldn’t help but giggle. While running her fingers along the slim woman’s heaving ribs, she smiled down into those shimmering hazel pools. Her soul quivered.

“Hmm? Or maybe not.” At the sudden tap of her palm against the side of a little spike-topped cone, El hissed. “Bet you enjoy being spanked, huh, Kitten?”

“Um-hmm, mistress.”

“Well, then.” She straightened with a laugh. “Guess we’ll have to find something else to do. Can’t have you enjoying your punishment, can we?” At her slowly shaking head, Sheila giggled. “Just behave.”

“Yes, mistress.” El smacked her lips. “But, um, what are you going to do?”

“Gonna teach you an important lesson. You need to understand that I’m in charge, Kitten.” She slid over the woman, again dangling her chest above those panting lips. Heated air pulses sent spikes of delicious heat into her core as she clasped a handful of pillows. “If I don’t want something to happen, it won’t happen.”

“How mis—” She fell silent, watching as Sheila placed pillows over her hands and feet.

“Gonna play with my sexy pet,” she whispered before bending lower.

At the first slow swirl of her tongue on the outstretched arm, El squirmed. Despite ever louder moaning, she kept her limbs fixed.

“Such a good little toy,” she murmured before running a line of soft kisses back toward the skinny shoulder. With El’s groans becoming louder, she kissed and licked along her narrow neck before placing a gentle kiss on her parted lips. “Enjoy me playing with you?” she said before kissing her way down the other side of her tensing throat.