Vanessa’s fingertips brushed against Mel’s panties. Heat rippled through her.
“And in exchange? You’ll be mine, body and mind.” Vanessa slid her fingers up and down, pushing Mel’s panties between her lips.
Mel stifled a gasp. Was Vanessa going to do this here? As Vanessa’s fingers stroked faster under the bar, she found that she didn’t care.
“That’s right. You belong to me now. And I don’t like to share. Which means no one but me is allowed to touch you. Not even yourself. The only release that you’re going to get is at my hands. Do you understand?”
Mel nodded, fearing that if she opened her mouth, she wouldn’t be able to control what came out.
“Good.” Vanessa leaned over and kissed Mel, her lips soft and tinged with whiskey. Then she drew her hand back down Mel’s leg, sat back in her chair, and picked up her glass.
Mel blinked. She didn’t want Vanessa to stop. She was practically throbbing.
“Unfortunately, I have to go. I have a business trip tomorrow and need to prepare.” Vanessa drained the last of her drink. “Which means we won’t get to see each other for a little while.”
It took a moment for Mel to realize that Vanessa had gotten her all worked up and left her hanging on purpose. And now Vanessa was going to disappear on her?
“Don’t look so distraught,” Vanessa said. “I promise you, when I get back, the fun will really begin.”
“When will you get back?” Mel asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I have a lot to do. It could be a few days. A week. Maybe even longer. And don’t forget what I said. No one is to touch you.” Vanessa shot Mel a stern look. “I’ll know if you break my rules. And I don’t want to have to punish you.”
Punish me? Mel immediately pictured that crimson-handled riding crop in Vanessa’s room. She was sure that whatever punishment Vanessa had in mind would be sweet torture. But Mel wasn’t going to defy Vanessa. There was an intrinsic part of her being that needed to obey. And Vanessa knew it.
Chapter Nine
Mel flopped down onto her bed, unconcerned that she was still wearing her sweaty running gear. Since Vanessa had gone away, she and Mel had been texting nonstop.
Mel pulled out her phone. Sure enough, there was a message from Vanessa.
How was your run? Did you work off all that pent-up frustration?
Yes, Vanessa. Mel let out an exasperated sigh. She had been in a state of fevered arousal all week. Vanessa’s constant reminders were not helping. In the past, Mel could go for weeks, even months without masturbating. But somehow, Vanessa forbidding Mel from touching herself made her want to do so even more. And Vanessa kept sending Mel vague but suggestive hints about what she had planned when she came back. It was maddening.
Mel’s phone vibrated in her hand.
Good. Now, where were we? How about hair pulling?
That was an easy one. Yes.
Okay. Nipple clamps?
Mel paused and thought for a minute, then replied. Maybe. And I’ve thought of another limit.
Yes?
Fisting. Mel finally wrote.
Which kind?
All kinds! Hard limit!
Okay. Fisting is a hard limit. Another message. How about whips? Floggers? Paddles? Crops?
Yes, yes, yes. And definitely yes.
So my suspicions were correct.