The Bet

13) Purple

  She pulled out the toy in question, holding it up for me to see.

  I gulped around the ball that formed in my throat.

It's definitely. . . More than I'm used to, and I am positive my face showed it

But it's dark purple, my favorite color.

  "You don't have to," she reassured at the exact same time I announced, "let's do it."

  She paused, giving me a once over, looking for the hidden uncertainty.

  I made sure she didn't find any.

  "Are you sure?" She asked slowly.

  Her concern made me feel even more alright with getting dicked down by her and her purple strap.

  "Yeah, why not?" I shrugged. Who needs to be able to walk in the morning? It's my day off and Mickey is sleeping over at Carter's house.

I know it's the wine talking, but Miss Red has only ever steered me wrong thrice before, so I feel like my chances of having a good time are high.

Especially with mommy — sorry — Miss Camila, behind the wheel.

  She frowned like she didn't believe I was really comfortable, but still left the strap on the foot of the bed instead of back in the drawer, before she came over to sit next to me.

  "Are you positive?" She ran her smooth knuckles across where my pulse is still racing. A single finger from her other hand found its way down to my nipple and circled it.

I shivered violently even with just a slight, lazy touch from her magic hands.

"I can always make you feel good other ways, Samira." She pinched the bud that she had drawn into a peak, drawing a moan from me.

  I'm so sure she could.

I laid my head down on her shoulder and let her have her fun while I lulled into the pleasure. Then, before I could chicken out, I tilted my head up and pouted at her. "But I want you to dick me down with your purple strap."

  No turning back now.

  I could tell the words took a second to process. Once they did, her eyes darkened. They darkened deliciously at my boldness. "Alright then."

  My body tensed at the way her voice changed. Earlier it was sexy but now it's. . . Fuck.

  Her regular tone alone has a commanding air to it, but now I think I'd rather melt than disobey her next words.

  She got off the bed to give me space. "Lie down in the middle of the bed, Samira."

  Goosebumps raised on my skin at her commanding tone. I love a dominant woman.

  And the way my name rolls off her tongue. . .

  I wonder how much I would have to pay her to follow me around and say my name over and over.

  I suppose if I stuck around after tonight, she might do it for free. . .

  No, bad Sam. Stop fantasizing about a future with the beautifully dominant, but dangerous, goddess.

  To avoid doing exactly that, I focused on the fantasy that is unfolding right in front of me. I delicately inched myself to the middle of the bed and did as told, laying my head on her soft pillow.

"Good girl."

I gasped quietly.

Holy. . .