I perched on the bergère in Cécile’s opulent salon. Heart pounding from the wait. Inès knelt before me, leather collar tight around her neck. Micro-skirt barely covering her ass. Blouse sheer, nipples hard peaks.
Her words dripped honeyed submission. ‘Use me, Madame. Like Mistress would.’ My pulse raced. Skin flushed hot. Curiosity twisted into hunger. I’d waited hours in that dingy bar. Taxi ride blurred. Now this.
The Fever
She stripped. Fast. Naked but for leather cuffs. On all fours at my feet. Bronze skin glowing. Firm ass arched high. Pussy lips glistening. My breath hitched. Throat dry. Cunt throbbed in my soaked panties.
‘Punish me,’ she begged. Eyes locked on mine. Defiant spark. My hand trembled. Reached out. Brushed her back. Silk-soft. Electric jolt shot through me. Heart hammered. She arched higher. Inviting.
Fingers grazed her cheeks. Plump. Hot. Kneaded them rough. She moaned. ‘Yes, like that.’ Sweat beaded on my skin. Pulse thundered in ears. Drove lower. Found her slit. Dripping. Swollen. Fingers plunged in.
She gasped. Clenched around me. ‘Harder!’ I pumped. Furious. Thumb circled her clit. Body bucked. Heartbeat synced to her spasms. Heat built. Irresistible. She shattered. Howling orgasm. Juices soaked my hand.
Triumph surged. But my pussy screamed. Empty. Aching. Jealous fire burned.
The Blaze
She sat up. Legs spread. Cunt shiny with cum. Eyes shifted. Predatory. ‘You lack skill, Anna. But such fire.’ Voice low. Commanding. Humiliation stung. Aroused me deeper.
‘Rise,’ she ordered. I obeyed. Legs weak. She circled. Hands roamed. Peeled clothes off. Fingertips ghosted skin. Nipples peaked. Goosebumps raced. Cunt clenched. On the edge.
‘No cumming,’ she growled. Fingers teased ass crack. Probed anus. ‘Call me Mistress.’ Pressure built. I broke. ‘Yes, Mistress!’ She invaded my pussy. Fingers thrusting savage. World exploded. Orgasm ripped me. Screaming blackout.
Woke in her arms. Skin still fever-hot. Bodies slick with sweat. Pulse slowing. She smiled. ‘Your surprise.’ Revelation hit. This was it. Catherine’s gift.
Showered later. Dressed. Panties ruined, trashed. Guests arrived. Dinner normal. Laughter. No games. Midnight goodbyes. Inès’ wink lingered.
Catherine drove me home. Slipped a note. Inès’ number. Dialed instantly. Hunger reignited. Skin still burned. This changed everything.