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  It isn’t long before I begin to feel her body over her clothes. She’s small, but she has curves in all the right places.

  She begins to feel me as well. I let her feel me just enough to start wanting more. Then, I take both of her wrists in my hand and pin them above her head.

  She gasps as I do. She has an excited look in her eye. If she likes this, she’ll love what comes next.

  I start to strip her, wanting to see her in all her glory. I let go of her wrists to do so. She pants as I do.

  When I have her naked, she writhes underneath me. I bite my lip, stopping myself from taking her right then and there. I want to build up the anticipation.

  I take my belt off and bind her wrists above her head. Now I have both hands free to use on her. She arches her back up towards me, turned on by the domination.

  I kiss and bite down her neck to her breasts. She moans when I reach them. I take them in both hands and squeeze.

  I run my thumbs over her nipples and feel them harden with the movement. I love the way she feels in my hands.

  I can tell that this is getting her even more excited. I press my leg against her pussy. I can feel how wet she is already. She grinds back and forth on my leg, already wanting a release. I’m not going to let her finish that easily.

  I work my hands over her breasts and kiss down her body. I kiss between her cleavage and down her stomach until I reach the area I want.

  I kiss both of her thighs and graze my teeth over her skin. She moans and arches her back. I can tell that she’s already aching for a release.

  I lightly bite the inside of her thigh before beginning to eat her out. She is enthusiastic about my abilities to say the least.

  I’ve always prided myself on my ability to eat my subs out, and she is no exception.

  She’s soaking wet when I begin and she only gets wetter. I lick all over her while my hands play with her breasts.

  I’m generous with her, and I get her as close to the edge as possible. She calls out my name and writhes with pleasure.

  Right as she’s about to orgasm, I stop and sit up. She looks at me with a pleading look. I give her a wicked grin.

  “Please,” she begs. “I need it.”

  I pull my shirt over my head, revealing the lacy bra I’m wearing underneath it.

  “Not yet,” I tell her. I lean down and give her a kiss. I begin to finger her again, giving her some satisfaction.

  My fingers easily slide into her. She thrusts her hips against me, wanting more.

  But I’m still just toying with her.

  I get undressed and continue to finger her. I hold my hand in place and let her fuck herself with my fingers. Even without me commanding her, she knows exactly what a sub should do. She’s perfect.

  But now she needs to give me the same pleasure I’m giving her.

  I crawl up the bed and straddle over her face. I turn around so I get a view of her body.

  “Eat me,” I command her. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you come too.”

  Immediately she starts eating me out. I must say, she has talent.

  As she eats me out, I take the opportunity to play with her body. I drag my nails down her sides and over her breasts. I also make sure to pay particular attention to her clit.

  This gets strong reactions out of her. I feel her struggle to work on getting me off as I toy with her body. She’s still wet and ready for me to finish her, but I want to finish first.

  Soon, I feel jolts of ecstasy course through my body. I’m close to orgasming.

  I feel my body tense and everything releases at once. The feeling is absolutely incredible. My legs shake as I hold myself over her. Wave after wave of orgasm rushes over me.

  Almost immediately, I want more, but I have to reward her for doing such good work.

  I stop straddling her face and lean down to kiss her. Her tongue dances with mine and I taste myself on her.

  I pull her close to me. I’ve had a crush on Sara for so long. Now that I can act on it, I’m going to give her the best orgasm of her life.

  Thirteen

  Sara

  A s Lucille kisses me, I think how scarily well-matched we are.

  It’s like she knows everything that turns me on. She dominates me in all the right ways. And the way that she’s teasing me is driving me wild.

  I know that when I do orgasm, it will be the best of my life.

  I didn’t really get the best chance to look at her before she had me eat her out, but she’s so beautiful. It’s practically a crime to keep her clothed all the time.

  At the Nook, everyone dresses sexily, so I knew she was gorgeous. Still, seeing her now takes my breath away.

  My head is practically spinning with how fast this is going. Out of nowhere it seems like I was professing my want for her.

  It turns me on so much to see her protective side. And now I need her body to be against my body. I’m just happy she was willing to oblige.

  And what she’s doing now is so hot. I can hardly contain myself. Every touch is like a shock of electricity.

  It’s astonishing to think how fast we’re going. We are pretending to be doing this, sure, but the leap from pretending to reality came quickly.

  But, then again, I have wanted her for a long time. With the way she is feeling my body, maybe she has been wanting me too.

  Either way, I’m so happy I have her now. Maybe this isn’t going as fast as I thought it was after all.

  I wish I could touch her more, but I can’t. The binding on my wrists is stopping me from getting myself off. However, I want to feel all over her as well.

  The growing frustration is only turning me on more. I want what she’s not letting me have. The substantial wetness between my legs is only growing.

  I’ve imagined this happening after watching Lucille at the Nook, but this is surpassing my expectations.

  I’m so on edge from her teasing. I arch my back into her as we kiss. She lazily trails her hands over my chest and ribs. She circles my breasts, building anticipation for when she does touch me where I want.

  “Please,” I beg her. “I need it.”

  I’m not above a little begging. Especially since I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since I first saw her.

  “You’ll get it,” she promises. I want it now, but I know that the wait will make it that much better.

  She takes my bound wrists and secures me to the bedpost. Now I’m even more helpless to her teasing.

  I spread my legs open for her, getting ready for whatever she has in store for me. She smiles.

  “Good girl,” she says. I feel another wave of lust roll through me.

  She traces her fingers down my stomach to my pussy. She rhythmically rubs my clit when she gets there. I grind my hips against her as she does.

  She uses her thumb to massage me and her other fingers begin to thrust into me. My toes curl as she begins to hit my g-spot.

  “Lucille,” I breathily gasp her name. I can hardly hold myself together.

  Seeing my reaction, she starts to go harder. I feel the knot of pleasure in me get tighter. I yearn for a release.

  She uses her other hand to play with my breasts. She kneads and plays with my ever-hardening nipples.

  She gives me a kiss and then begins to give my other breast attention by sucking on my nipple.

  It feels like my breasts and pussy are connected by white-hot lines of pleasure. I hold on as long as I can, but the sensations are overwhelming. I pull at my restraints, wanting to touch her, but they hold fast.

  My thighs start to shake and I know I’m close. I push myself towards her as much as I can.

  She takes her hand away from my breast and slides all of her fingers into me. I’ve already been stretched from her relentless fingering. The new feeling of her starting to fist me throws me over the edge.

  I finish hard, calling out her name as I do. I feel my body spasm, but all I can focus on is the pleasure from the orgasm.

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p; She gives me a kiss as I come down. She reaches up and frees my wrists from their bound position. She massages around where her belt held me in place.

  “How was that?” She asks.

  “Incredible!” I exclaim, breathily.

  She grins. “I could tell.”

  I cuddle up to her, relishing in the feeling of her skin against my skin. She holds me close. I could get used to this.

  Aftercare is always a fun part of these situations. After something so intense, it’s nice to recuperate with someone else.

  She runs her hands through my hair and lightly up and down my spine. The feeling sends shivers through my body. Something so simply in practice makes me feel so good.

  I feel more than just the protected feeling I got earlier. I feel wanted.

  I smile to myself as I think about our sexual chemistry together. We’re a good match. It’s better than I imagined.

  Who would have thought my silly crush could lead to this. I knew we had a common interest, but I’ve wanted her to dominate me for so long. It’s everything I wanted and more.

  I kiss her neck and collarbone. Now that my hands are free, I want to show every inch of her body some affection. I’ve already worshipped her pussy, but now it’s time for me to find all the other places that make her feel good.

  I hear her happily sigh as I kiss behind her ear. I make a note of that in my head.

  Just because I’m a sub doesn’t mean I have to just lie there. I want to please her as much as she pleases me.

  I smile to myself. I’m going to remember this for a long time.

  Fourteen

  Lucille

  I can’t believe I actually had sex with Sara Hamilton. I can hardly process that I’m holding her in my arms right now.

  I look down at her. She really is beautiful. I love the way she looked as she orgasmed. I love the feeling I got having sex with her.

  She kisses my cheek.

  “I need to freshen up before we go back out there,” she tells me. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Yeah, take your time,” I respond.

  She gets up and scurries off to the bathroom, grabbing her clothes along the way. I lean back in bed. Holy shit. Everything still feels so surreal.

  I reach for my pants and pull my phone out of the pocket. I send a text to Rachel.

  “Hey,” I begin. “You’ll never believe what just happened.”

  Normally I’m not one to gossip about my conquests, but Rachel will keep this quiet. And I need to tell someone else. It still feels like it didn’t really happened.

  “What’s up?” She texts back.

  “I just had sex with Sara Hamilton.”

  In response, I get a series of eye-roll emojis. Clearly Rachel isn’t taking this as seriously as me.

  To her credit, Rachel has been telling me to ask her out for a long time. And I mean a long time.

  She’s always said we would be a good match. I have to agree with that. The sexual chemistry between us is crazy.

  Sara comes back from the bathroom looking as stunning as ever. It’s incredible how fast she was able to clean herself up.

  “Hey!” she starts. “The bathroom is free if you want to use it.”

  I jump up from my seated position and take her place in the bathroom. I grab my clothes along the way. When I get in there, I get dressed and try to freshen myself up a bit.

  At the very least, I try to not make it look like I just had sex. I manage to clean myself up pretty well, and we go back to the rest of the family.

  The rest of the visit goes shockingly smoothly. I sometimes forget that we aren’t actually dating.

  It just feels so natural with her. At first, I have to put on a show for my relatives. Still, it isn’t long before I can set that aside and just let myself be natural around her. It’s so easy to do this with her.

  I guess I should be glad that I can fake it so easily with her. I am glad, but for other reasons.

  Our sexual chemistry thankfully also translates to romantic chemistry. Or, rather, fake romantic chemistry.

  I see others smiling despite themselves when they look at us. Even my most sour-faced cousins can’t help but soften their scowl. We’re that cute together. I’ll have to remember to tell that to Rachel.

  Even her kids and I get along great. They’re really great kids. She takes good care of them.

  They’re well-behaved and smart but also curious and friendly. It’s the perfect combination. We’re like a real little family.

  I feel myself bonding with them. I think they’re bonding with me too. We’re having a great time together, honestly.

  It feels weird to admit, but this is one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. I feel so happy and content with Sara by my side. Maybe pretending to have this good of a relationship is having a real positive effect on me.

  It doesn’t help that I have a crush on Sara either.

  I’m sitting in the living room laughing with Aunt Adelaide and some of my other family members when my cousin comes in with a box.

  “What do you have there?” I ask.

  “Your father’s ashes,” she says. She walks over and hands them to me. “I suppose you might want them.”

  I feel like all of the air has been sucked out of the room. I feel my hands shaking as I hold the box. Sara looks at me with concern.

  “Oh…” I say, not knowing how to respond.

  My cousin huffs. “You’re welcome. You weren’t there in the end, so you have him now.”

  The room is silent for what feels like minutes. Or maybe time is just dragging on as my heart races in my chest.

  I don’t know why I’m reacting like this. I feel so silly. My father and I weren’t close.

  Still, it feels bizarre to hold him in my hands like this. Shouldn’t he be in a coffin? Or at least an urn? This is just a box.

  Just a box containing the man who gave me life. I think he regretted doing so when he found out I was a lesbian. I want to feel anger or sadness or something.

  But I don’t know what I feel. I just know that it’s overwhelming.

  Aunt Adelaide stands up.

  “Get out,” she demands icily.

  My cousin looks shocked. “What?”

  “Get out,” she repeats.

  “Aunt Adelaide!” She exclaims. “What do you mean get out? She needed those.”

  “You’re being cruel,” Aunt Adelaide says with a flash of anger in her eyes. She takes my cousin by the arm and leads her out of the room. No one stops her.

  I can hear that they’re still talking as they make their way out of the room, but I can’t process what they’re saying. Sara takes the box from my hands and gently places it on the table next to us.

  I stare at my empty hands, trying to process what’s happened. People around us begin to talk again, wanting to fill the uncomfortable silence.

  Sara takes my hands in hers and squeezes them. She gives me a warm smile.

  I feel the overwhelming tidal wave of emotions begin to calm. It’s replaced with the comfort that she’s giving me right here in this moment. I smile back.

  I realize that I don’t just have a crush on Sara. I love her.

  I want to shout it out in the middle of this room, but that would be too much drama and turbulence for one night.

  I have to tell her though. I need to tell her that this isn’t a charade any more. I love her.

  I love Sara Hamilton.

  When everything has settled, Sara leads me back to our room. I let her, considering how exhausted I am. Now that we’ve had sex, it’s like the physical barrier between us has been broken.

  I hold her in my arms and she cuddles up to me. I want to tell her, but for now, we should just enjoy each other and sleep.

  Fifteen

  Sara

  W hen I open my eyes in the morning, I feel content and safe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good waking up before. When my eyes focus, I see why.

  Lucille is holding me in her arms,
sleeping softly. My heart is practically bursting at the seams.

  I carefully extract myself from the bed and get dressed. I don’t want to wake Lucille before I have to. When I’m ready, I head to where the boys are sleeping.

  When I open the door, they’re both still fast asleep. I let out a breath of relief. I was worried that they would be tossing and turning all night. They didn’t come to our room to wake us up at all, so I guess all of the excitement must have tired them out.

  I sit on Lucas’s bed. I’m worried that he’s had nightmares all night, but he looks peaceful. I put a hand on his shoulder and he starts to stir.

  “Good morning,” I tell him with a smile. “How did you sleep?”

  He groggily sits up. “Good morning,” he says with a yawn. “I dreamed that we got a cat.”

  “A cat? Was it a friendly cat?” I ask, worried that the cat was really a tiger trying to eat him.

  He nods. “His name was Muffins.”

  Muffins. There’s nothing too scary about that.

  I kiss his forehead. “Start getting ready. I’ll wake your brother.”

  I go over to the Liam’s bed and wake him up as well.

  “Wakey wakey,” I say.

  He yawns and gets up. “Good morning,” he tells me.

  “Did you have an accident, bud? Need new pants?” I ask, worried that we may have a little clean-up we need to get to.

  He thinks and feels around his lap.

  “Nope!” He says happily. “All dry!”

  I smile and kiss his forehead. I was worried that coming here would stress them out too much, but they’re taking it pretty well.

  “Great. Get dressed. We’re going to make breakfast.”

  As they get ready, my mind wanders back to the events of last night. Even in death, it seems like Lucille’s father is still managing to upset her.

  It makes me angry to think about. She hasn’t done anything wrong. She’s a sweet, kind person.

  The fact that he’s only leaving her anything if she continues the family line is ridiculous. This isn’t the dark ages. How is something like that even legal?