𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚

Four

As soon as Lisa walked out of the bedroom, Rosé slammed her eyes shut. She was in a state of sensory overload, and adding visual stimulation to the mix was just too much. Her skin tingled in all the places Lisa had spanked and slapped, and her pussy literally throbbed, open and dripping and so mournfully, terribly empty. Her wrists burned from struggling against the cuffs. Frantic for an orgasm. She was nothing but pure sensation, intellect stripped away for the night—just as she'd wanted.

And that kiss Lisa had just given her? She didn't even know how that made her feel. Warm all over. Lonely. Infatuated.

Rosé took a deep breath, then exhaled. So far, tonight had exceeded all her wildest hopes. Not only was she enjoying every detail of her most secret fantasy, but Lisa had made her feel things she never thought possible. She'd kept her expectations for her escort low on purpose, unsure what she would get. But this woman, so delicate yet so strong, was exactly what she'd desired. To top it all off, no matter how rough she became, no matter how convincingly she delivered the crude dialogue Rosé had asked to hear, Lisa made her feel safe.

And that was crazy, because nothing had made her feel safe in a very, very long time—longer than she could remember. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry that it had apparently taken meeting a hooker to discover this type of intimacy and connection.

The bedroom door opened, startling her into awareness. She lifted her head and looked at Lisa, who paused in the doorway and stared at her with smoldering eyes. She was magnificent: feminine curves, lean muscle and delicate handsome features that hid the breathtaking vulnerability Rosé had glimpsed more than once. She was fascinating, sexy, mysterious—and worth every penny.

Lisa shut the door and walked to the table of toys, turning her back to Rosé as she stepped into a leather harness. With Lisa's attention focused on strapping on the dildo she had chosen, Rosé took advantage of the opportunity to stare.

"What are you smiling about?" Lisa turned, giving Rosé her first glimpse of the peach-colored dildo jutting out from between her thighs.

Rosé's inner muscles clenched at the sight, unleashing shock waves deep inside her. What had she been thinking. But she knew exactly what she'd thought—what she still thought. Tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so she ought to make it count.

Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed, tweaking Rosé's nipple hard enough to elicit a tiny shock of pain. Her pussy clenched harder this time, threatening to trigger the orgasm she'd been fighting off for what felt like hours now. Without hesitating, Lisa tweaked the other one. "I asked you a question. Answer it."

Rosé blinked, trying hard to recall what Lisa had asked. "I...don't remember, master."

"You don't remember what you were smiling about?"

Oh. Well, technically she didn't remember anything right now. Her brain had all but short-circuited. "No, master."

"Maybe you were thinking about thinking my cock?"

Probably. "Yes, master."

Lisa shifted farther onto the bed to sit near Rosé's legs, which were crossed at the ankles. "Let me see your cunt."

The word hit Rosé in the stomach like a soft punch. It did turn her on—but it also embarrassed her. Which had been the point of wanting it, she supposed. Lisa slapped the inside of her thigh, snapping her out of her self-analysis. She needed to stop thinking and just start reacting.

She spread her legs, shuddering when Lisa eased back, tilted her head, and studied her obscenely wet sex with interest. "So pretty," Lisa murmured, running her fingers over her. She checked Rosé's face as she said the words, smiling at whatever she saw there. "Remember, slut, that you are not allowed to come. No matter what I do. No matter how badly you want to."