As Vanessa passed Mel, she said nothing, but simply shot Mel a look. The same look she had given Mel in her room that night. The look that made Mel want to come apart.
Vanessa slipped around the corner. Mel inched toward the corridor, as if drawn by a magnet, and peered around the corner. The door at the bottom of the stairs was ajar, a thin beam of light shining through the tiny crack. Mel crept closer, pulled the door open, and looked up the stairs.
Before Mel knew what she was doing, she followed Vanessa up to her room and knocked on the door.
Chapter Five
“Come in,” Vanessa called from inside the room.
Mel opened the door. In the dim light, she could make out Vanessa’s figure reclining in an armchair. Something long and thin lay across her lap. The riding crop.
Mel had stumbled right into Vanessa’s trap.
Vanessa stood up, whip in hand, and walked toward Mel. She reached around Mel’s body and closed the door. It clicked shut, locking them in. The music from downstairs faded to a soft hum.
“Why did you follow me in here, Melanie?” Vanessa asked.
“I want to know,” Mel said, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to know what you meant about giving up control. Surrender.”
Vanessa pressed the tip of the crop into the base of Mel’s neck and drew it down the center of her chest. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Mel’s lips parted slightly. Vanessa was so close that she could feel the heat radiating from Vanessa’s skin and Vanessa’s breath on her neck.
“We both know what you want. We both know what you’re longing for. I can give it to you.” Vanessa took Mel’s chin in her hands and tilted Mel’s face up toward her. “All you have to do is let go.”
Mel’s heart pounded. She stared back at Vanessa, her mind swimming in conflict and doubt. Then she closed her eyes and let her body take over. At once, Vanessa’s lips were on hers, a soft, light kiss that lingered even after they parted.
Mel exhaled slowly. She didn’t know who had kissed the other first. All she knew was that it had charged the room with an energy that desperately needed to be dispelled.
Vanessa dropped the riding crop to the floor with a clatter. She grabbed Mel’s wrists, pinning them above her head, and kissed her again. This time the kiss was deep, hungry, insistent. Mel responded in kind.
Vanessa pressed her body against Mel’s, trapping Mel against the wall with her hips. “I can tell how much you want me.” Vanessa pushed her thigh firmly between Mel’s legs, stoking the fire deep inside her. “I’ve wanted you since the first night I saw you in my club. And I always get what I want.”
Her words sent a ripple of heat through Mel’s body. Vanessa released Mel’s
wrists and began to tear at her clothes. She ripped Mel’s blouse from the waistband of her skirt and up over her head, then unclasped Mel’s bra and pulled it from her shoulders. She swept her hands up Mel’s chest, teasing her pebbled nipples with her fingertips.
Everything was happening so fast. One moment, Vanessa’s hands were grasping at Mel’s breasts. The next, they were down at the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist. Then Vanessa’s fingers were between Mel’s thighs, pressing her wet panties into her lips.
A silent moan formed in Mel’s mouth. Vanessa trailed her lips down Mel’s neck, all the way to her chest, and took Mel’s nipple into her mouth, sucking, licking, and flicking.
Mel gasped and writhed against the wall. Vanessa’s skin. Vanessa’s mouth. Vanessa’s sweet, floral scent. Every part of her was intoxicating.
Vanessa slipped her hand inside Mel’s panties and ran a finger up and down her folds. Mel’s head rolled back, and she grabbed the wall behind her to steady herself as darts of pleasure shot through her. Vanessa’s fingers and lips seemed to zero in on places where Mel had never been touched before.
Vanessa slid her finger further down and drew slow, teasing circles. “Do you want me? Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” Mel said between breaths.
“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg.”
“Please, Vanessa… I want you so badly!” Mel meant every word she said. “I need you inside of me. Please!”
Satisfied, Vanessa slid a finger inside her, then another. Mel let out a strangled sigh as Vanessa found that sensitive spot inside her. Her thumb worked its way up to Mel’s stiff bud, rubbing against it with every thrust of her fingers.
Wedged between Vanessa’s body and the wall, Mel could do little more than cling to the other woman, her hands slipping on the smooth silk of Vanessa’s dress. It didn’t take long before Mel felt control slipping away.
“Come for me,” Vanessa said. “I want to hear you scream.”