Chapter 116

Natalie would give it to Sofia. For how catastrophically she’d come to her twitching climax, she recovered with admirable speed.

She still hung there, pinned by her wrists to the locker, red-faced and panting—shaking from the aftermath—but her eyes started to clear up after just a few moments. It looked like it took a coordinated effort. Something she managed through willpower only.

“Do you—do you mind?” Sofia finally asked. She wiggled her wrists pointedly, which Natalie still had pinned above her head.

Smirking, Natalie released her. With some effort, Sofia pushed off the lockers and into a standing position. She swayed slightly, her legs unsteady, but recovered. She pulled up her clothes, then looked around the room.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said, sounding vaguely dismayed as she peered around the room. “Here. In a public locker room.”

“I had illusions if I needed them,” Natalie said dismissively. “Besides, you were the one begging for it. How are you gonna blame me for that?”

“I did no such thing as beg,” Sofia said firmly. The flush on her cheeks hadn’t gone away, but her composure had at least returned—sort of. She looked down at herself one more time, then shook her head. Cool blue eyes returned to Natalie. Rather than confident, as usual, or even vulnerable and needy as a moment before, Natalie read hesitance. “So. About ... what you said.”

“What I said?”

“At the star. About how you’ve wanted this. For so long. That’s something we should talk about, isn’t it?”

“Of course I’ve wanted this,” Natalie said, briefly confused. She paused as the implication finally set in—how Sofia had interpreted those statements. “Oh. You think I meant—” Natalie laughed. “No, I just wanted to make you cum. That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Natalie certainly didn’t want Sofia, not in that way. She paused a second time as she realized she hadn’t properly explained herself. “Er, and not even cum, specifically. Just to top you.” Okay, this was coming out wrong. “As a matter of speech,” she corrected hastily. “You know, because you’re always winning, so I wanted my own chance to dominate you. That’s all I meant.”

Sofia stared at her.

Natalie flushed, embarrassed for the first time in the interaction. Half because of what she’d admitted to—even when interpreted correctly it was an embarrassing admission—and half because of what Sofia had first assumed, that Natalie had somehow wanted her. Looking back on that initial exchange, Natalie could see how Sofia hadn’t understood properly.

Deflecting, Natalie said loudly, “Doesn’t matter. Anyway, you’re mine for the week. I’m not letting you go back on that.”

Sofia studied Natalie for a second more, then frowned as she accepted the change in topic. She crossed her arms. For having been a complete mess a minute prior, Natalie really was impressed at how quickly she’d pulled herself together—as if she hadn’t just been a twitching mess as Natalie worked her into a hot puddle of pleasure one minute prior.

Remembering that—and seeing Sofia pretend she was composed again—she was struck by a strange urge to pin the woman down and take her apart for a second time. Purely for the thrill of having the upper hand. Or to prove a point. That was the only reason.