The Lucky One

Chapter Eighteen

The smoke of the blonde's cigarette danced through the misty air as she stood on her balcony. The dark cape of the night had flung its existence which the bright golden moon had decided to join too. The whole world seemed haunted and asleep and the blonde couldn't help but to suck in the feeling of loneliness as she fixed her eyes on the view ahead. Behind Cate was a table with a bottle of Chardonay; she challenged herself that she would drown herself with half of its content that night, but as she reached her balcony, aiming to do what she had initially planned, she realized that night wasn't really up for drinking.

The wind whistled and the blonde felt like a shattered seabed slowly drifting away. She slowly took a drag of her almost dying cigarette before she looked at the content of her palm. On her palm was a golden necklace; a golden necklace that must have fallen off from the brunette and it would be a lie to say that Cate didn't seek for the brunette's remaining fragrance, because when she found it, she just found herself sniffing it like a goddamn addict hoping to catch a smell of her.

The blonde sighed before she turned to fully face the brunette, her breasts on full display as she bravely looked at her, "Unless if you want to take it off. Then in that case, you can call me naked."

Sandra rolled her eyes at the remark. Foolishly, the blonde expected her to go mental and would yell at her for dancing naked on her balcony, but Sandra didn't. Instead,  she stomped her way back to the room, leaving the blonde on the balcony, soaking wet. By the time she finished, Cate couldn't find her in the room anymore and she anticipated that Sandra was in the living room, probably waiting for the rain to stop, but the day took a not-so anticipated turn. She had her there, under her poison, all naked and pulsating.  It was 10 in the morning - the rain hasn't stopped and so were the brunette's moans.

"Ugh fuck. Fuck. Shit. "

"Say it." Cate commanded as she slowly traced the brunette's slit with her finger, "Say the word."

"If you want to fucking fuck me, go ahead."

"I won't." A slow gasp came out of the brunette as the blonde pushed her against a wall before eventually dipping her head to kiss Sandra's hardened nipple, "Unless you say the word."

It wasn't that clear how did it start. One second, Cate was in the kitchen making an orange juice. The next, they were both in the living room watching television, with the brunette still frowning over the still closed-door and the still falling rain. And then, it just happened - the television continued to play and they were there, on the couch, peeling each other's clothes.

"I won't take you to the bedroom like the gentlewoman I usually am not unless you say it."

A smile hung from Sandra's lips as she decided to dip her toe in the game they were in, "Why can't you just fuck me here? Against your living room wall? With only your tongue and your fingers..." The word slowly drifted off from her lips, "...daddy."

"Oh, God. I love it when you're bratty." Cate jested before sucking her breast hastily, "Let's bring this to the bedroom."

And in just a snap, Sandra was on the bedroom floor kneeling like a submissive pet while the blonde was standing in front, all cocky.

"Oh, tell me." Sandra spoke in an overweening tone, "Tell me how you like to be sucked." She had her head looking up, with her brown eyes twinkling lustily, "I know you, come on..." She added  licking along the shaft of the toy before eventually closing her lips against the toy and started bobbing her head against it.