Chapter 137

“Not tonight,” Cattie said, seeing Heather was fishing in the drawer where she had unpacked the sex toys.

Heather frowned, turning to Cattie. “Baby, we need this. We need to reconnect.”

Cattie hesitated, and then let out a breath and nodded. “OK,” she nodded. “Just - let’s reconnect then. Nothing wild.”

“OK,” Heather grinned and then pulled the strapon harness out and went into the washroom.

“Not what I was thinking,” Cattie muttered quietly to herself.

The movie night had been ... fine. She’d seen Gone Girl twice already and it just didn’t have the rewatchability of a comedy like Legally Blonde. And the girls had been fine, and JC had been funny with his comments since he hadn’t seen the movie before. Snuggling up with Heather on one side of her and Sherry on the other had been a nice return to a feeling of normalcy in the dark, too. Things had been understandably tense between her and her girlfriend all day, a rollercoaster of emotions trampling through a china shop, to badly mix metaphors. And Sherry hadn’t been any fucking help at all.

Really, Cattie wasn’t even sure why she would think the younger woman would be. They had been “close-ish” growing up, but hadn’t ever been best friends. Cattie felt the sisterhood more than she necessarily thought Sherry did, and maybe that was because she was the elder and had gotten that ‘you need to look out for your sister’ thing early on.

Fuck, Sherry had seemed more pissed about the thing with Cass and Robbie last night on Heather’s behalf than that it happened.

Cattie frowned and sighed, flopping back on the bed. It still fucking annoyed her that Heather had started bitching to Sherry of all people while last night was going on. Cattie’s own sister of all people.

That, more than any of the other shit, had made her appreciate when Robbie went off on her. Obviously she didn’t like seeing her girlfriend in distress or getting run over in a conversation, but fuck had she deserved it that time. She couldn’t say that to her, obviously. But she had.

Heather came out of the washroom with the strap-on harness on. She’d scrubbed off her makeup and was otherwise naked. “Come suck my cock, sub,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Cattie said, trying to keep it from sounding like a sigh. She rolled over and crawled down the bed on her hands and knees, looking at the green dildo for a moment and inwardly smirking. Robbie was bigger. It was a petty thought and meant nothing, but somehow it made her feel better about starting to suck the silicone appendage.

“Eyes,” Heather ordered.

Cattie looked up at Heather’s smiling face and decided that tonight wasn’t the night to try and reconnect. She was still feeling frustrated and petty.

“Fuck me, Mistress,” Cattie panted, acting the way she knew Heather wanted.

Heather bit her lip as Cattie turned around and presented her ass to her. Cattie hung her head low, her black hair hiding her face, and closed her eyes. When Heather played the dildo head up and down her lips she let out a convincing moan, and she kept it up as Heather fucked her.

She “came.”

Heather wanted to spoon after, snuggling close behind Cattie. She knew Cattie preferred to sleep turned over on her stomach more, but Heather liked to sleep with her arms holding Cattie close and her boobs pressed to Cattie’s back, so somehow they ended up that way most nights.