April cried out as pleasure burst from deep within and spread through her. She trembled with the aftershocks, her head thrown back.
But even as her orgasm faded Vicki didn’t stop. Removing her thumb from April’s sensitive bud, she continued to pump her fingers in and out, pushing against that spot inside which drove her wild.
“Oh god!” Soon, another orgasm followed, even more powerful than the last. April clutched at the bedsheets as wave after wave crashed through her.
Finally, Vicki withdrew and kissed April again, more gently this time. April let the soft bedsheets engulf her. She wanted nothing more than to lie there forever, sinking into Vicki’s lips.
But eventually, she had to come back to reality. “That was… wow.”
Vicki collapsed next to her. “It wasn’t bad for me either.”
“But I barely even touched you.”
“You didn’t need to. Your submission is its own reward.” Vicki traced a meandering line down April’s thigh with her fingers. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those types who doesn’t like to be touched. But not tonight.”
“Some other night, then?” April blurted the words out before realizing what she was asking.
“Sure. As long as it’s vanilla only.”
It wasn’t hard to figure out what Vicki meant by ‘vanilla.’
“Why?” April asked. “I don’t want vanilla. I want more.”
Vicki groaned. “Don’t say that. You have no idea how much I want to say yes.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because I don’t do bratty submissives.”
“What does that mean?” April asked.
“It means I don’t mess with submissives who like to push back and test my authority,” Vicki said. “I like my subs obedient and eager to please me. You are neither of those things.”
April sat up and looked down at Vicki. “Sounds to me like you’re afraid of a challenge.”
“You’re proving my point with every word you say.”
“Teach me, then,” April said. “Teach me how to be your submissive.”
“I’m not looking for someone who needs to be tamed,” Vicki said.
“I don’t need to be tamed. I can be good.”
Vicki laughed. “I’ve only known you for a few hours and I know that’s not true.”
“Please?” April asked as sweetly as she could.
Vicki scrunched up her brow. “You’re serious about this?”
“Yes, I am.”
“It isn’t all fun and games. There are rules. Conditions.”
“I can handle it,” April said.
Vicki folded her hands
behind her head. “How about this? There’s a club downtown that a friend of mine owns. It holds a ladies-only night every other Tuesday. I’ll meet you there the Tuesday after next and give you a real taste of what it means to be my submissive.”