Showing posts with label Romance Erotica. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Arousing Ry (Chapter 9, Dominants Play)

Standing in the hallway watching Cecelia departs for the bedroom gives intriguing feelings as the high from the orgasms wanes into slower breaths. Within that calming Ry`s realization of Cecilia managing to own control comes as uncomfortably interesting for Ry. Therefore, Ry instantly decides that no good vibrations occurred outside having an orgasm. Of course, an orgasm is great but not at the price of her dominance in sexual matters.

Hence, thoughts flood, thoughts of, ‘this chick can be worth a few months of kinkiness but not if I am the submissive in bed.’ That brings more in a similar vein of ideas. ‘Yes, in bed, she is waiting in my bed and this one seems to think that she owns it.’ With that thought, Ryanne pushes away from the wall to swipe her palm on the wet that clings to her thighs. That thus has her pondering next steps. As she does she gazes at the creamy wetness upon her hand. It provokes a statement of “Uhm, nope, not cool. Not ‘our’ bed and you will see who is what.” She whispers in breaths not succumbing to this woman or anyone.

Next Ry straightens posture to instantly reinstall that entire innate coolness around herself as she then casually strolls into the bedroom. After doing so she nonchalantly leans against the highboy dresser that stands just inside the bedroom door. She takes to watching the sexy lil blond treat being comfy upon the silken sheets. “I have a collar for you if you wish it. Do you?”

“No, and you know it is you who is to wear it. Not me. I am your Dominant, baby. You will enjoy being my pet. That is if you wish collared this early. If so, then you will be collared on our next sex date. However, it`s a little early for getting serious. But, I am sure that by the week`s end you will be calling me, your Mistress.”

“Uhm!” barely comes spoken but it comes. Then there exists a sharp understanding in concern to what can transpire in the next moments. It brings a stern grimace with the raising of eyebrows over who gets what and why. Then a darkly cold stare pierces those eyes of blue that smile at Ry in the playful triumphant seriousness of Cecilia thinking she wins dominance.

“Ryanne, you are all bravado and coolness in life but inside you wish to submit to a woman who can handle you. Handle you and not permit heart things. I have known of you before today too. I do watch you with girls at both the pub and your favorite club. I additionally figure that eventually, we are to be this.” Claims Cecilia in a leaning more in against the pillows of the bed while continuing. “You are a wild cold brute that only wants extreme kinky sex with a woman who does keep pace. That can only come from a woman that is as dominant like you.” Cheerily announces Cecilia who obviously enjoys chat within sharing wrong observations.

“Uhm.” softly arrives from Ry who takes to studying things in a flashback to then evaluate this event in order to bring the next steps between them.

“I am that woman, Ryanne. I can fuck you. You don`t want you to love me but I will make you want more of me.” Cecilia unemotionally claims whilst snuggling into the pillows to cheerily finalize with. “You will succumb to me. I know that you will.”

“Uhm?” arises once again with knowing that such sincerely cannot happen in Ry`s life. Yet, Ry`s smile turns into an amusing smirk over Cecilia`s true persona. Ryanne next shifts her stance to lean more to the left while folding her arms across her breasts to give into further studying of a possible new sex friend. Yet, in doing so it triggers a comment from Cecilia for she too studies body language.

“You will not answer me like that anymore.” sharply responses Cecilia “ Ryanne, you dismiss our chat as unimportant. You need to be aware of who you are. Oh yes. For you are my slut, my whore, my play toy and my pet. I now own you. You will respect me and be, as I need you to be. I am most important to you.”

Cecilia glares at Ryanne who listens to it all. Ry doesn’t do much more than that though. Instead, her mind plots out that more pleasure must soon exist. Oh yes, more orgasm remains needed. Plus, Ry never allows a woman to leave her bed not pleased. And Cecilia still requires a climax. And with that understanding, Ry thinks of, ‘waste not, want not’. Hence, it is summed up that Cecilia needs to discover who the true sexual Dominant is.

In that idea, a snicker floats from Ry as she enjoys the ideas of this little verbal game of chasing prey within claiming status. After all, it can be considered a part of the foreplay, foreplay of verbal chasing and orgasms. So, she decides it`s time for more foreplay within the chasing. Thus, a sinful grin grows upon her lips.

“Oh god, woman! You really are a piece of work!” proclaims Ry in blazing that winning smile to be even bigger as she shows amusement. Within all this Ry understands what Cecilia may be plotting as her next steps and so Ry has a question. “Are you registered at any of the BDSM clubs here in the city?”

This comes followed by a studying of facial and body movements while waiting for a reply. A reply must be issued and for many reasons but mostly Ry now wants answers to nagging ideas before moving forward. And Cecilia may supply them if proper questions are asked. So, Ry inquires of clubs in order to verify if Cecilia is a real Domme. Possibly via that, it can be found if Cecilia likes conquering Dommes that she perceives as a weak female Dominant.

With a question in need of answering Cecilia eyes Ry to gauge what is up with Ryanne flinging about questions. She does this while thinking that she is called out. So she decides that she needs to be bringing out facts. “Yes, the Eulenspiegel Society, Fetish Tribe, Paddles, and NYC TNG. You belong to all of them with being classified as an experienced Lesbian Domme with hardcore kinks in bondage, breath control, pain-pleasure and orgasm control.” Comes stated as Cecilia sits erect on the bed to continue the reply “I am listed as a Lesbian Mistress with an extensive list of hardcore and soft kinks. I am seeking dominant partners for I like feisty sexual women like you.”

After responding Cecilia listens intently to Ryanne to hear if the disrespectful ‘uhm comes. She needs to know if lessons are being learned with Ry hopefully soon succumbing. The ‘uhm’ doesn’t come so Cecilia continues onward while Ryanne leisurely holds to leaning against the dresser. “Yes, you are on the register of Dominants but you aren’t the first I picked off it, nor are you the only one that is kneeling to me. So you aren`t alone, you have a small harem for a new home.”

With that Ry swiftly pushes away from the dresser to stand still for a long moment in focusing her energy. Alongside it, she stares at Cecilia until Cecilia gazes back to hold the constant gaze. The sharing comes intensely cold, and powerful in its energies. It sweeps in capturing total attention to everything occurring between them with both now understanding the situation. Thus, it remains eye to eye, no words while Ry walks to the edge of the bed`s footing. Standing there every curve is nude, every movement is poetry in motion as she comes to commanding a stalk stillness at the bed`s foot. Thus motionlessness forms the air in the room with Ry proudly accessing her inner power. Her long wavy brunette tresses form a frame of perfection about her beautiful dark Caucasian skin. Her eyes dance with life beyond all the lust but then the lust flickers into the coldness that her soul currently resides in. Added to this her stare waivers not as she reasserts within herself that a dominant human never kneel, and an alpha female knows her place of being the best.

Cecilia intently watches those jade green eyes dance; they seem to speak a secret language within an aura of collected lust. It is stunning. It is just as sweet as the love that roams in that moment of flickering before the lust and coldness consume it all. In this moment Cecilia sees beautiful worlds in Ryanne’s eyes. She sees powerful emotions that hide inside a rawness of confident woman. Ryanne knows that Cecilia sees these but it garners no smile. However, Cecilia smiles for she observes that gorgeous soul that lay deep within Ryanne. And that has Cecilia wanting to taste that soul. Yes, it must e enjoyed for Cecilia can now see why the coolness is as it is. It isn’t sexual and it is not of this world but it’s a power that simply is. And Cecilia wants, craves to have Ry`s soul that has a love so wild and unconditional.

“Who is she?” softly asks Cecilia after staring longer moments with wanting to see more of love in Ry`s eyes. But Ry hides that with more coldness as Cecilia submissively crawls across the bed to kneel on the bed in front of Ryanne while search Ry’s eyes for that amazing world that existed moments ago. In doing so she softly asks, “Who is the woman who loves you and that you can’t forget. She is bright when you think of yourself.” Cecilia states in further searching Ry`s eyes that now hide all love in an impenetrable chamber. It has Cecilia determined to know, thus she demands. “Please tell me. I want to know you. She loves you and you know it and she comes just before the dominance in you arrives to drive away the love that you have for her. Who is this woman who holds you so tight that you have enough confidence to rule the world?”

Ryanne smirks, “Uhm, Uhm, Uhm!” comes in amusement over things as Ry shuttles out no answers of those secrets belong to only three people. Those being herself, her soul mate and Ryanne`s mother.

Cecilia scowls of the disrespect, but then she looks into the eyes once more in scanning them to coldly state, “You are naughty, Ryanne.”

With a full sharp laugh, Ryanne reaches around to swat a firm authoritative spanking to Cecilia ass while Ryanne’s declares, “It is Domme or Ryanne. You choose! But you will choose now!”

No shock comes from it for Cecilia understands that she isn’t made of the same material that Ryanne is. It takes immense power to hold all that love in check while seeming so aloof “Ryanne, please, I...”

“You need me. Get your ass propped up on my bed. You need me to balance you.”

Cecilia smiles of that, she understands that but she isn’t here to be a submissive to a more powerful Dominant. Yet, she remains kneeling for a moment more to look into those eyes before then leaning in to whisper upon lips “One kiss, just one, my darling.” Then a kiss arrives within a mere breathing as it presses full and soft with tinges of sharing a secret. “I envy that love you have but I can’t succumb.”

Next rising from the bed Cecilia hears nothing from Ryanne but Ry is shaken for the only unconditional love in her involves her mother. If Cecilia sees that then a true secret is found but Cecilia only knows it a true love as she walks away stating, “I can show me out. The orgasm is a gift between sisters and please come to my concerts. Tickets will be always waiting for you. I want us being occasional fuck friends, but first I need to get you out of my head before we meet again. So give me a week.”

In response to the change of plans, Ry sits upon the bed`s edge to catch her senses. She does this as Cecilia walks from the room into the hall to begin collecting the pieces of her clothing for a departing the house. Ry, on the other hand, takes several deep breaths to access what happens now. She cannot comprehend of how on Earth does Cecilia sense that it’s ‘love matters’ that hide in her eyes. Then again maybe Cecilia actually might be similar to Ryanne like Cecilia claimed. Maybe birds of a feather know instinctively about each other. But Ry senses that they aren’t exactly the same. After all, Ry could never actively seek to force another Domme to submit.

Yet, both are alpha females but Cecilia changed to almost submitting when a strong love seemed available. Thus, Cecilia has ‘switch’ tendencies within her. Subsequently, Ry now knows that in the end, Cecilia may submit. This Ry could do Cecilia thinks that she can control Ryanne. So yes, possibly they can be ‘fuck friends’. After all eventually Cecilia may succumb to Ry`s pet. That makes no need of displaying who is the Domme. With that thought, Ry`s ass rises from the bed to stride out into the hallway.

In a second she stands at the pinnacle of the stairwell looking down into the living room where Cecilia rests upon the leather sofa while dressing her clothes she collected. Ryanne stares at Cecilia who adjusts the shirt to fit properly. Then Ry knocks on a wooden column of the stairwell and instantly the blond woman looks up. She smiles with seeing Ryanne still nude and aroused too. It creates awareness of being a woman walking out during sexual pleasure. That births a solid stare of intentional lust between them. It breeds understanding that opportunity to provide a climax or two.

Ry continues to look at Cecilia, peers at her with the most sincere demand for sexual pleasure. With the staring, Cecilia knows that she can`t leave. She understands that Ry is a sexual beast all wrapped in thick strands of coolness with hiding it until she needs tor release the alpha animal within. This in all honestly suits Cecilia with her once more removing clothing to stand nude in the living room. She next watches Ry descend the steps within leisurely predatory motions. As each second passes, they hold an intense exchange of energy through constantly watching each other’s eyes. This does not end when Ry comes to stand in front of Cecilia but Cecilia swallows a hard lump in her throat.

“I. I, you.” She stammers at Ry to then part thighs wide to watch Ry kneel between them.

“Bad girl, bad, bad girl. I am not done with you.” Ry chastises as her hand's grip Cecilia’s knees caps.

“I am, I.” Cecilia keeps that gaze into those jade color eyes to see a powerful energy while sputtering out no sentences. “I.”

“Sorry, is what you seek. A sorry should come first. You fucked up. Once you apologize then you will do as I want.” Firmly announces Ry with maintaining the stare.

Ry caresses those widely spread thighs as Cecilia` s breathing changes into a softer smoothly deep rhythm. The Ry`s breathes cooling air on the nudity that sets waiting to be teased as she commands. “I want you. I told you that I do. You will be mine and then you beg me to collar you.”

“But, I don’t want…” Fumbles out Cecilia as her eyes see the passionate lust stirring deeper within Ryanne.

“I can`t breathe, it`s too.” She further claims as Ryanne rises up to stand with being too close; close enough to almost be touching Cecilia’s upper lips with a kiss.

“We are kissing, yes kissing and this time you have no choice in what is happening.” Voice Ry who tone becomes authoritative yet sensually smooth.

Cecilia knows this for she feels the potent invisible force of Ryanne’s sexual aura swarming her. It is a beastly thing of sensual, shadowy, and hypnotic energies. It arrives when Ry seriously focuses on sexual prey. Cecilia gasps as she feels it surround to consume while Ry`s fingertips play softly on her skin.

“No, please” Cecilia conveys in a dizziness as Ry stops hand movement to then suddenly see her prey`s eyes wide with the shock of stopping the touching. This brings Cecilia to beg, “More. No stop. I need.”

She takes to searching Ry’s eyes for a way to not give in but Ry isn’t the type to allow anything else if it`s long term commitment to sexual play. This provides a headshake by Cecilia to see if she can shake off this spell that Ry naturally weaves. But she barely can think. She swims in being dazed with being wildly horny to have Cecilia realize that she may enjoy submitting but the dominant woman inside her pleads. “No collar, no. I just want and need and.” But it is breathlessness in being overpowered by the lust that teems between the two of them. It comes full throttle while feeling the intensity of their mutual carnal energy. Thus, once more she begins begging, “Please. Please, touch it! It`s hot and you are too close and too...”

This has Ry smile as she then grimaces with saying, “I know that you want me, you come here wanting me. You are gonna give me everything and the collar will be pretty and mostly hidden.”

“Fuck me, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” Cecilia sends in a whining wish for Ry to touch her hot wet pussy as Cecilia press in a squirming against Ry`s nudity in a wanting to feel skin to skin. “Fuck me. I will fuck you too.”

“I eventually will. But you will please me first. However, you will give me my proper place first. I am the Top. I command and you will learn balance and how to please me.” Cool, collectedness in every sense and Ry simply waits for Cecilia to decide if she really can relent to the status of Ry`s ownership in a long-term sexual play contract. “If you really want then spread the thighs wider, my pet.”

“No, I can’t. No, Ryanne.” Occurs in growing sternness of not relenting into the domination. Yet, Ry reaches out to brush an open palm across that hardened nipple of Cecilia`s left breast. She does it as she then breathes deeper having those breaths steam upon Cecilia`s upper lips. Hot, sweet and nearly kissing with puckering lips but it remains a mere grazing. However, an intense sexual aura sharing builds to grip the two of them, as Ryanne grows hornier in watching Cecilia need pleasure. “I want.” breathlessly slips Cecilia’s lips as instantly her lips press on Ryanne’s.

A smoldering lustful kiss roars of neediness as Cecilia relents but the says through kisses. “No collar.” than with another smacking kiss with purring “No collar.” Then her tongue drives between lips as kisses are continuing and Ry captures that tongue between teeth to coldly stare into eyes giving a non-verbal warning. She growls with releasing Cecilia`s tongue. This arrives followed by Cecilia feeling Ry move away and Cecilia immediately pleads. “Yours, no collar. I will be your bed pet, your pet.” Then a sudden stop to somehow shake sense into herself as she humbly replies, “ Yours but no collar. You know I can`t. But I will obey you.”

Ry wants more than that. Yet, getting more seems to require patience so she grins of the minor conquest to then descend her open palm upon Cecilia’s left breast, as she coldly states, “No love, my pet.”

Next, the palm trails leisurely downward off the breast over a stomach that quakes of breathing and tension. Shivering as arousal goes higher while Ry`s hand plays on the hot skin to then cross in gliding upon a firm pussy mound. “Oh yes, oh yes. Ready for me.” comes stated in the surveying of what exists.

Then without warning, there are fingers walking downward to be tickling with the first touch upon womanly folds. “Wet, a wet pet is best.” Next, Ry grimaces as her finger spread pussy lips wide to inspect if she wants to give more “Shush, no climax until I say.”

Cecilia whines for that is hard to do. She barely holds the cream that wants free from simply getting caress where she needed touching. This Ry knows as Cecilia`s body instantly squeezes muscles tighter to hold onto the ensuing release.

“Be good!” Arrives in growling warning as Ry furthers forewarns, “If you climax then this is over.”

“Mm. Mm.” Moans the blond who constantly pants to bring cooling off but it seems to no avail. She must release now, even if she wants to belong to Ry with being kinky sex friends. Her entire body grows wilder in fiery feelings as her head tosses backward having her back arc. However, she grips onto maintaining no releasing as she forces every essence of herself to obey Ry`s command. Seeing that Cecilia be a good girl next Ry slips two fingers into Cecilia`s tight moist vaginal canal.

“Be good, my pet. It is only first knuckle deep, my pet. Hold on for more.” Announces Ry wanting Cecilia knowing that torturous pleasures exist as agenda.

In the moments Ry slowly begins pumping fingers in and out of Cecilia but she keeps it to only first knuckle depth.

“Oh no, no. More, Ry. Please, please deeper and more, faster.” Cecelia beseeches as her pussy muscles tighten like a vice around fingers, and the intensity becomes unbearable with barely containing the need to release.

“Domme! I am your Domme!” Growls Ryanne in protest over the use of a common title for this new thing lives as BDSM and she demands her proper title being used.

Instantly fear runs through Cecilia for awareness exists of how a BDSM Dominant can stop everything to then demand no orgasm. She definitely understands that for she usually is the Top and controlling the interactions. The fear is instantaneous noticed with Ry understanding that Cecilia`s mind now swings into the definite understanding that Cecilia allows herself to controlled like a submissive. And Ryanne wants that; she needs it in order to truly win the duel over who is the alpha female Dominant. Such a truth now earns Cecilia the right to an orgasm. And speaking of such Ryanne slides her fingers into the new submissive.

Slowly she inserts fingers deeper into the second knuckle to next hold fingers in stillness before twisting them within the heated tightness to tease all those pulsating vaginal muscles. This forces Cecilia to scream in agony of pleasure coming so intense and too slow. However, it is beautiful for she must squeeze those muscles to subsequently hold it all from building too high while maintaining the sensations and waiting for permission to orgasm. “Fuck!” She roars toward Ry with the moment hellish hot within wild tension and being powerful control. Next, it is a growl of, “More.” as Cecilia begs in whimpering as that brings a blazing smile to Ry’s beautiful lips.

“Be a good girl, make the contractions pull me in.” Requests Ryanne, who stiffen her fingers and voice tone with commanding. “Demand them in, pull me into the center of you. Come on, pet you must show me that you need me.”

That fires out results as Cecilia instantly forces her pussy muscles to suck Ry’s two fingers deep inside. Ry gasps of the instant tugging as she looks into those blue eyes while then kneeling between those thighs. A kneeling with feeling vibrations of orgasm wanting a freedom to join within the sloppy dripping wetness that already exists. The pleasure of the pain in holding orgasm display vibrantly on Cecilia for this raw power of an intense orgasm makes the universe halt, sacred is a woman`s climax.

Yes, it can be said that the divine truth of woman arrives during sexual release. At that moment a woman reaches the holiness of humanity that only comes with the pinnacle of euphoric orgasm. It is divine sex, heavenly lust and erotic need within naughty deeds. And Cecelia sure works hard at grasping the holy prize whilst waiting to release her lust back into the universe. Yet, Ry remains calm as her two fingers thrust to that stage of the second knuckle but suddenly she pulls out before next pounding full throttle within Cecilia`s womanly canal causing her to not only scream but curse at Ry. “Fuck you!”

Ry gives a wicked chuckle of the ways that Cecilia is defiant of the process of being a good submissive. Afterward, Ry stops laughing she pounds ruthlessly into Cecilia’s pussy to build the orgasm beyond the ability to hold it. This does cause Cecilia`s entire body to quake with needing to give it all up to Ry. Ry notices this to next give that cold collected stare that brings a cold conveying of, “No, it is a fuck you, with me fucking you and then you getting to fuck out of my life.”

Then Cecilia instant squirts for she can`t hold it as Ry tickles her clit with a thumb. “I have won, bitch!”

Then Ry yanks her fingers from with Cecilia to next rise to her full height to tower over Cecilia. “Lesson taught. I am thirsty and vodka is on tap. Get your clothes and get out. I have sleeping to do.”

It happens, and it comes in the ways that Ryanne wants it too. Therefore Cecilia discovers that if she wants anything then it is going to be an achieving of it elsewhere. Cecilia is shocked and she tries to gather her senses and her clothing for she won`t tolerate this when she gave so much. Thus, with no offer of a drink and quite honestly a "fuck you" Cecilia leaves in a huff over being treated like some dime store whore. This matters none to Ryanne for she may slowly succumb to enjoying no woman being in her daily life.

Most women get the toss on the ass after a term of lust or the love words come. Some get irritated over Ry not giving love in return. In fact, the last woman she felt any truth of feelings for is. ”Uhm.” She murmurs to then fill a whiskey tumbler to the brim with vodka.

With a deep breath and large swallow of vodka, time moves forward with her turning on the stereo full blast. She enjoys dancing all alone with watching the night pass. At various points and with a few more glasses of vodka she stares out the patio doors that are part of the outer wall of the living room. With the dancing, a bit of tipsiness comes to possess as questions and life crap roll around in her mind. She hates it when she gets like this. She abhors it when it’s her birthday too for this time comes as moments of reflection and missing love. That is why she drowns it in sex and drinks with going usually away to Europe on her birthday. She goes there to escape the hell of daily existence as she works herself into an early burial to please a father and to try to do as her mother said.

Yes, to do that death request of being a good daughter and make the family happy. She tries to do that most days and in doing so she leaves love out of it. No love may come from her any longer for she isn’t getting anything of what she needs from those that she is to love. All she ever does in the family is give, to give more and repair the crap. But she knows a family should love and be more than such things. So no love may exist in her life since she feels she lost what she needed.

As a result, she only chooses women who want her for the physical passion. Such ladies tend to be into parties or status or escaping something. Or the partner wants something that has no love like kinky sex that Cecilia offered. But none of it is the kind of relationship that mother says that is meant for Ryanne. Ry`s mother wanted for her daughter that fairytale of a woman who is pure true love with no conditions. But tonight Ry just can’t see it happening anymore. So she pushes aside the hoping and trying. Such may be a good idea since too many tumblers of vodka bring the understanding that happiness doesn’t exist. Neither is that fucking concept of love and with that being Ry`s thought as she looks at the university grad portrait. “You are all fucked up, Ry! Mummy dearest, I am afraid that I have failed.”

Then swirling around the remaining vodka that is in the glass tumbler Ry forcibly throws the glass across the room cursing, “Fuck! Fuck, when will I be happy? When, when, when mother. Tell me when someone will love me, love me like you did.”



Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Arousing Ry - (Chapter 8, Conqueror Prey)

Ry wakes late with a massive throbbing headache while hearing the alarm clock blurring. Looking at the flashing numbers gives notice of an hour late with hours of more sleep needed. However, she must rise up to go into the office.

"Goddamn!” as grogginess with pain consumes her with making the waking severely felt as she points blame of its existence. “Women will one day kill me.”

Then the flood of yesterday`s memories fills her mind bringing Ry groaning even more. Afterward, she stirs in a rising up on the bed with wearily stating, ”When, when will there be sanity?"

Next, she falls back on the bed to snuggle into the pillow but she knows that she needs to get out bed. She then requires a shower but first, she should call into work to see if anyone noticed her as missing in action.

This day of February nineteenth exists as the one that proceeds a day of what feels like Hell storming life. Yet, in that thought, Ry rises from her comfortable bed to live February nineteenth for being alive after means that life moves forward. Hence, a deep breath as the sun streams through those curtained French style doors that lead out onto the balcony of her bedroom.

She looks at the closed doors to wonder if she has time for coffee out there this morning but knows that she doesn’t. She recognizes that she can`t take the time for any pleasurable things. That provokes a searching for the cordless phone to begin dialing her own office at the family`s architectural complex.

“Ah there.” Comes claimed with finding it to press the auto-dial number to her Personal Assistant. With ringing ending and hearing breathing as the voice on the other end begins speaking but instantly interrupted with Ry saying, “Hush. Jerome, it is me. Is my father looking for me? Is Terri hunting for me? What is booked and be hushed?”

The thirty-something, gay, male personal assistant smirks as he shuffles files to the side. He then chuckles with sharing answers to the questions, “Sis is gone this week with doing meetings in the U.K. Father vanished with step mummy to Los Angeles for a shopping lovers holiday. Bro is as sexy as ever, but late today. Just like you are. I scheduled you both as being busy with committing a crime of collecting coffee stamps for the poor.”

Jerome snickers of the idea of food stamps collecting. Then he clarifies about Ry`s brother. “Domi lists himself as doing community service for the homeless today. Which that is bullshit. He possibly went to the cinema since to watch classic films to avoid fucking up things. So, I penciled you in for something similar.”

Jerome waits for a response, but none comes and so onward he goes in that fast paced way of just spilling it all. “It is a free morning for you, boss. See, I am a good boy. Your pet boy is protecting your ass but really somebody else best be fucking it because forging the scheduling books is uncool.”

“You want me fucking someone. Well, that is only because you don’t like my ass.” Retorts Ry with cheekiness as the joy of not worrying about work fills her senses.

“I love you ass but really we both know that we each prefer same gender ass.” Sassily flies back as a reply.

Ryanne chuckles within shifting of herself to rise in a sitting on the edge of the bed. “True. Thus, everyone knows that you like Domi`s ass. And for all, I know you could be hoarding sexy dreams of doing father too.”

“Oh honey, I like a young dick in my ass.” Jerome begins as a reply of details and amusement while pushing into more. “Don`t be thinking that daddy is my kind. He only teases me with that stern stare that he tosses around. Yet, somehow I think that he is begging to be pleased by a real man. You Les girls are so missing out.”

Jerome is so just ‘out there’ with comments but he says it with love and declares it because he knows that he can say to her. “But daddy is into pussy, as are you. So, once more I am not into your ass and can`t be your excuse today. Therefore, you best be doing a sexy kinky bitch that doesn’t get either of us in 'doo ditty pooh'. But you should get into your office because no one is here.”

With that Ry pushes off from the bed. Within her mind, the realization that she now may enjoy coffee on the balcony fills her senses. That creates a smile as she tosses around the thought that someone must love her considering that today starts on an awesome note. They must for this morning she already has three wishes filled. Thus she shares some info to get moving forward into her day.

“Jerome, it`s coffee on the balcony and a long shower. Then, I am heading to those meetings at lunch. If father calls tell him that I am in traffic. That is a realistic lie to cover my ass. I will be in around one.” She states with walking across the threshold of the bedroom`s doorway.

Then Ry slowly walks the hallway to gaze downward at the first floor of the house from the landing of the upper staircase. This has Ry hearing Jerome saying that he penciled it in and prepped the needed documents. As that comment comes shared Ryanne spins out last comments “Thank you, my pet boy, for giving me the birthday gift of the morning off. Lunch is on me. Take it from my petty cash and enjoy!”

With that, the phone is clicked off while Ryanne walks down the steps to soon be in the kitchen to replace the cordless house phone back on the modular unit. The next moments fill with coffee making and trying to really feel awake. While standing there waiting for Ry begins trying to clear nausea in her head that exist due to the alcohol intake of last night. The realism of a hangover currently owning her head brings irritation to have her state, ”Payton, damn you, woman! You choose to gift me with a full workout of emotions instead leaving me alone with memories of great sex on my birthday. I didn’t need that shit.”

With a shake of her head, Ry pours the coffee into a mega cup. She yawns over the tiredness that sits so vividly within every body cell. That reality invokes Ry to leave the mug on the kitchen countertop before wandering back up the stairs. During the following hours, Ry`s accomplishment includes two more hours of sleeping, drinking cold coffee upon waking and a long shower before visiting her office at the firm`s main headquarters.

Once at the office Ry collects the portfolio of current drafts for the meetings in her workday. The first meeting takes place at her favorite watering hole. The client for the minor-league project exists as a New Yorker that enjoys the pub with only having time for a late lunch meeting. Which is good for Ry relaxes when there and appreciates the quality of food. Hence, walking in Ryanne looks around in search of any interesting women before coming to stand in front of the large ornate wooden bar counter. The lovely countertop fits well with the Irish pub atmosphere and décor. In leaning against it Ry gives a full visual sweep of the quaint traditional pub. In doing so she spies a sexy little blond just across the way. The petite treat sweetly bends across a booth table while a firm barely skirted ass has Ry`s pulse race of the possibilities that can be. Those ideas do roam wildly in her mind as she is more than obvious with staring.

“Do you need binoculars? Or can I just assume that she is the next notch on your bedpost?” Does float from an amused sounding familiar male voice.

“No Gerry, she is hetero without a doubt. I rather not mess with the places that a dick has been. Thanks but no thanks.” Ry states without even looking at the middle-aged bartender who does the weekly day shifts. And with that, an awareness of teasing may soon follow. Gerry is good with that. He even hunts girls for her but as of late he comes up empty with suggestions.

“Are you hunting, again?” Queries the older New York Irishman who is a friend and the usual barkeeper. “Do you need new a new partner?”

“I am always hunting. You know that I welcome all new opportunities involving a sexy worthy woman.” Ry claims as she saddles up onto a stool that the front portion of the bar`s counter. With that being said it brings lady hunting to be on Ryanne’s mind. She wants some new prey but whom. Within that thought, she orders a lunch meal. “Gerry, I am ordering lunch but hold bringing it until my client comes. Then will you deliver a small pasta salad with baked trout and a tumbler of Jamison’s? However, I could use a tumbler of whiskey until then.”

Gerry smirks of having the topic changes as he writes out the food order. Then he fills the drink request to then stroll around to the front of the counter to pass along the freshly poured tumbler of whiskey as a waitress collects the written note of a food order. “Ordering more salad are we. You are still hardcore on the no grease thing.”

“You can be whipped, mister. I just cannot do that shit that you call down home cooked Irish grub. Gerry, there is a fine line between food and cholesterol death when it`s deep fried into oblivion.”

“Yet, you grease up your girls when you doodle their dittle and tease their titties.” The older male briskly conveys in bold crispy chat.

Ry glares at him for being so crass of how she provides romantic pleasures to the fortunate souls who get to share her bed. In her view, it is a pleasure of tasting womanly cream that she willing offers and enjoys. That, in turn, has Gerry realizing that he must clarify.

“Come on dude, don’t look at me like that. You know that I envy that talent that you have.The one where you have them easily falling into your hands. You are ‘Cool Hand Luke’ and as slick as spit. Most guys could take lessons from you about seducing babes.”

“I ain't giving lessons. But, if you have the 411 on the blond over there then I can manage to eat a salad and a side dish of fish that is greasy.” arises as a swift change of topic while Ry eyes the blond that she speaks about.

“Cecilia Santos. A local popular musician and out of your league.” Gerry sums up as his knowledge of a woman who is now on Ry`s hunting list.

“No one is out of my league, Gerry. So, spill all the info before the client gets here.” Ryanne declares as she is going to undertake the acquisition of a new temporary lover.

“Cecilia is engaged to that local TV personality who does the sports morning show and evening news. Happy go, lucky girl, a dominant personality and talented with her band even playing here on occasion, but she likes guys with no girls ever involved.”

“Come now, all women are Bi when it is me seeking them. We have already discussed that many times, but I guess she likes what she likes. Yet, damn, I so wanna enjoy licking her from her tip to her toes. I could play my own music on her personal everything.”

“Do you need a wing man?” Gerry quizzes with knowing that he adores watching the skills of Ry seducing girls.

“Hell no, just let me do this my way.” With that Ry walks over to the now seated beautiful blond who could stop traffic at every hour of the day and night.

Ry stands at the edge of the booth table until Cecilia glances up from her lunch and a conversation with some guy who is relatively plain looking. “Hi, Cecilia. I have heard that you play here. I am kind of hoping that you soon return for gigs. I do for I want to enjoy listening to the woman whom I bet is dreamy to kiss. Or at least in my dreams, you smile sweetly when kissed.” A straight shooting lead in of total directness and then a waiting game is the approach to achievement. It exists because Ryanne doesn`t care if she is shot down, for, in the end, it`s a moving forward to new sex territory. Yet, the wait for a reply isn’t long for the guy sitting at the table gruffly states, “My sister doesn’t do dykes. Take a hike.”

Ryanne doesn’t look at him though. Instead, Ry then leans down to look into the eyes of beautiful happy mystery as those eyes dance into Ryanne `s mind to inspire a spell of conjuring wet dreams. Thus, a lovely spell weaves causing Ryanne to wish to truly touch and kiss each eye in worshipful pleasure sharing she own spell casting brings her closer to possibly getting lucky. That allows a whisking forth of enforcing that she wants an answer from the lady who spins spells. “I think that Ms. Cecilia can speak for herself. She seems independent, freethinking, and an open-minded lady that likes a bit an adventure. The adventure includes dinner, dancing and a wish of only one kiss before I safely escort her to her home. So, if you don’t mind …” With that Ryanne winks at Cecilia who sits amused of the forward nature of a woman who definitely is a breath to breathe in. Additionally, it happens as Ry finalizes with. “Would you enjoy such, Ms. Cecilia?”

“Are you sure that I am single?” comes the inquisitively as the blond beauty leans forward to breathe upon Ry`s lips that could easily be kissed. That of course only has Ryanne wanting more, but coolness remains ever present, as the gazing into eyes becomes intense. Eyes are read, re-read and then cheeky grins from them both. Then Ry confidently conveys, “No ring on any finger. Rumors of engagement but I notice no ring, and you haven’t once said no to my invite. Thus, you are open to...”

Ryanne senses that her spell works. Yet, with that spinning spell working its magic Cecilia cuts Ryanne off with “I am honored, Miss, Ms.…Ms. who?”

“Ryanne Masterson. A woman who is enjoying this chat with you and I am wishing to do more of it, if you may give me the time to enjoy more of you.”

Cecilia gazes into those enigmatic green eyes that are very much a sweetness to look into and as she does she whispers, “Maybe one day we can do lunch. I am busy this month. Thank you for asking, and am sorry for my brother being not so kind. Have a good day, Ryanne.” This comes in the sweetest voice tone with Ryanne swearing that erotic sirens now sing. That, in turn, creates plans of an afternoon sex dream to assist in a naughty session of pleasure at work. It also allows Ry a grin with registering defeat, as she nods politely in stating, “Then it is until later, Ms. Cecilia. I promise to be waiting for the chance to see happiness dance in those lovely eyes during a lunch date in our future.”

To say the least the interaction possesses directness while keeping things all casual cool. Ryanne knows she could do better with the effort, but she cannot shake the hangover feelings from last night. So she sort of knows that catching a girl for pleasure`s purposes possibly is not happening today. Hence life moves forward with backing away from the table and waiting for her client.

Thus the following hours include the client showing up with lunch occurring and the success of the drafts being a celebration. Then it`s back to the office for more meetings, many phone calls and Ryanne calling Domi to forces his ass to be at work to do a half day of work. In the end, the day exists as an exhausting one with her tired, to begin with. That truth of being worn-out before hand wears out a person no matter how hard working or capable they are. So, to know surprise by seven in the evening Ryanne chills out at home while resting on the sofa and eating takeout pizza for dinner. In doing this she hears her cell ringing. She acquires it from lying beside her on a cushion. Next, she clicks it on to provide answering of the ringing. “Seven PM, and what are the words?”

There is a short pause without a reply that creates a silence from the phone`s caller. The possibility that maybe due to the opening address for it catches most callers off guard but then a reply. “Word is, yes. It is dinner tonight, your bed and pizza are coming. I found you via Gerry and yes, I like girls and the rumor is to protect my ass. Scotty is only my best friend. Otherwise, it`s girls and you need to be enjoying me. Give me a chance? Please?” sings out in a pixie sounding voice tone that brings Ry to sit straighter on the sofa.

With sitting more upward she instantly relaxes to then slump back into her former position. With a deep breath, Ry cannot believe it but damn Cecilia comes to sing a sexual symphony. Opportunity knocks with it time to play sexy tunes of naughty happiness. Yet, out comes a crisp response of. "Quite an offer, Cecilia. Tracking me down, eh. I thought that you said that you are hetero and don`t play with girls.”

Silence exists on the other end of the phone for a long moment, but then there arises a sharp retort. “Do not play with words! We both know that you want to fuck me. The need is more than you can handle. Your eyes were all over my ass when you arrived at the pub earlier today. I owned you from the moment you walked in the pub. You knew we were to have sex. I so own you! So, get ready to be my bitch.”

“Huh!” Arrives as stun response from Ry that tries to absorb the switch in attitudes and the idea of her being anyone`s bitch. Such permits Cecilia state. ”You will open the door even before I knock once. You will have vodka, no ice, and no damn wine either. I don’t need to be romanced. I need a permanent fuck buddy and you do have sexual stud written all over you.”

Ry laughs of Cecilia, yet that goes cold as she listens even farther. “You will have two sets of real cuffs and one dildo. We will need all night. We will be having all three meals together tomorrow. Tomorrow, we will get to know each other. Tonight, you will fuck me. Just sex, no romance and no love ever.”

When it rains it pours. Then again with a second thought, it can be said that Heaven with Hell falls from the sky or does it? Ryanne ponders it all, plays out processes in her mind to then state, ”You are such a good lil finder. Find your ass here. I will wait one hour. If you are late then you need to beg me to let you in.” With that Ryanne hangs up the phone and turns it off. She does this to then casually reach for her slice of pizza on the coffee in front of the sofa while she waits for her soon to be a submissive toy. With that, a sleepy sigh happens for she is a bit tired, but she can manage an evening of fucking a naughty piece of ass. So a slice of pizza gets eaten as Ryanne reaches to turn off the TV so that she can listen to music on the stereo. Yet, as she does she notices headlights flashing through the tiny windows along the sides of front door. ”Ah, the little minx comes to me. A quick little play toy.”

Smirking of this Ry runs her fingers on both hands through her long wavy brunette tresses. She stands up to then look toward the house`s front door. Ry next walks over toward the kitchen to an area that gives a view of the doorway and yet not a direct sight view. She casually leans against the pillar posts of the kitchen entry to cross her arms about her breasts. She then takes to holding a devilish grin. Now she waits. And the waiting pays off. It does for it takes only a few moments for it to sink into her visitor that the door isn’t magically opening. So the results come as an angry rapid knocking.

“Ah poor baby, you need to put more effort into it if you want me. Come now a bit more ” Ry says with a chuckling of knowing that she owns the control in the sexual interaction that involves her being the dominant partner. So, once more a waiting game to prove a few things so that the sexual playground exists as Ry needs it. Thus, it is not that surprising that two firm knocks sound on the front door with those having Ry snicker. “Oh my, you are getting there. You need just a lil more passion. Come now, earn my bed.” She cheekily states knowing she isn’t being heard, but she sure wishes otherwise.

Suddenly a silence abides to make Ry wonder why it`s quiet. But then Ryanne hears, “Open the damn door, bitch! Or you will find home invasion a familiar idea.”

Ryanne chuckles to then cross her ankles in a continued leaning against the pillar posts as she conveys. ”Poor thing. I won`t mind an invasion by a sexy kitten who thinks I am an easy conquest.” This comes accompanied by the shaking of Ry`s head in a show of being amused while providing another chuckle before cheerily shouting. “It is unlocked, come in!”

Instantly the door swings open so fast that it rattles against the inner wall of the Victorian style house. With the door wide open it reveals a very sternly posing blond woman that holds a stare of utter rage. She zeros in her gaze to give a ‘how dare you’ glare of contempt. This comes as Ryanne simply remains inclined against the kitchen`s doorposts to serenely convey, “Welcome, Cecilia. Do come in and if it isn’t too inconvenient please close the door.”

With a toss of those golden tresses, Cecelia stands to peer at this piece of woman that needs to be fucked and spanked for being so rude. Yet, in that knowledge, she wonders if she now should. Then in summing up that sex remains the agenda she nods of how much work she has ahead of her. With accepting that idea Cecilia announces, “One day you will learn to obey and maybe then you will be worthy of me. You take care and good night.”

Ryanne laughs about the spoken drivel as she points toward the front entry door. "There is the door if you prefer to mess with me.” Then with pointing to the stairwell, she chuckles again but her facial features appear serious. “Up the stairs is the bedroom.”

Ryanne then stands straight to walk directly in front of the lil tart of a woman that is Cecilia. Staring deeply into Cecelia`s eyes of blue Ryanne coldly declares, “Get your ass where it belongs and let me do what I do.”

Next, Ryanne places the index finger of her right hand under Cecilia`s chin. Cecilia immediately slaps it aside while moving past Ryanne to walk into the living room. Then she turns around to stare at Ryanne who slowly comes look at this woman who apparently likes to have control. Thus, with a devious grin, Ryanne nods of the information that she gathers on lil Cecilia. Loads of knowledge comes from a woman who seems to shift personality. Thus, Cecilia seems to be a woman of lust, personal power, and deception. Hence, a grimace sets on Ry`s face for she dislikes miscalculating info about her sexual prey. Ry always is obvious when on the prowl but Cecilia leaves one impression to then be so different in the end. Ryanne tends to want to teach lessons to such women. So, she plans to continue the torturing of Cecelia.

“Wine is on the counter if you need romance. Otherwise, do a stripping for me with removing every piece of clothing right here.” Coolly commands Ryanne who once more leans against a wall to maintain that air of being nonchalant while knowing that the true power of sexual lust eventually forces most women to do Ry`s bidding.

In return, this brings unbridled laughter from Cecilia who conveys, ”Deaf are we, darling. I see you like to control and do it through a sense of coolness. You wield it very well. But it won`t work on me. I do not need sex that badly. I can walk out of here without any regrets. You won`t have any either. And, you won`t even miss me. You won`t care but do remember that you will never know what it`s like to….uhm.” She stops the chat to then stroll past Ryanne in seeming to leave the house. “Have fun in life Ryanne. Life is too short to not have fun. But, you should not play games with a ‘sure thing’.”

Ryanne once more is amused as she places her back fully flat to the wall. She then stares into those eyes that dance of lust`s intent. Within the staring, Ry knows that wrestling this woman will be a wild sexual treat and so it`s time to step up her game. “Kiss me, bitch! Kiss me like you want to fuck me. Then, I can forgive whatever disobedience that you do until you learn your proper place. But, until then you will be fucking me because you will regret it if you don`t. So, come here to me to submit, submit to kissing me.” Comes coldly shared with pulling no punches of what is afoot between them.

Then Cecilia’s laughter sounds like a symphony as it rings off the walls. She then leans her backside flatly on the opposite wall of the hallway that she and Ry exist in. They stand there as they size up what is next in their game of seduction. Each woman notices the light that dances in eyes and it is the beautiful energy of an inferno of lust. The smiles come cool, the breathing grows to be calm but then it changes a bit as they both wait for each other out. After several long moments, the first to speak is Cecilia as she states, “Arrogant, unemotional and dirty kinky.”

Ry doesn’t say anything for a moment but soon she grins of the summing up of observation, “Only because you like it and need to lick me.”

Cecilia doesn’t smile instead she thinks that this encounter is getting interesting. She lays her two open palms flat against the wall while thinking such. She wants to focus the seductive energy; the powerful lust aura between them must be controlled. It must be for her need of sex may show giving Ry the upper hand. And yes, sexual need glistens on wet lower lips that ache of wanting touch.

“You are bad for me. I like that. However, you should get me some vodka. Really, you should it will have you serving me.” With this said Cecilia`s breathing grows heavy as her eyes begin to read the curves of Ry`s breasts that have nipples popping hard within a designer black leather vest. A nice tight fitting vest with no shirt under it. In the surveying, it shows a black bra maintains Ry`s full round globes of womanly mountains that deserve conquest.

“And you want me more than you want air. So, no drink and you should kiss me.” Ry asserts with keeping her cool stare focused to then supply a lick to her own lips as she begins playing a finger along the V opening of the well-fitted vest. “These are worth tasting. Come now, you want to taste me. You need to too. If you didn`t then you would have left already.”

“No, not really. You think too much of yourself, darling. And really, if you are worth it then you should kiss Me.” arrives with a cocking of an eyebrow and daring tone as Cecilia next chides, “Come now, make me want you. Be a good girl and submit to your need.” States the beautiful blond with adding a sassy wink that states further daring.

Ry stares at Cecilia just a moment more before she nonchalantly turns to walk into the living room with slowly strolling up the stairwell. By the time that Ry stands on the third step as she assertively declares, ”The bedroom is at the end of the hall. I will be nude by the time I get there. You best be nude by the time you get there.”

It comes true that Ryanne tosses off clothing as she casually ascends the steps. She soon stands outside her bedroom doorway with pushing the door open to lean against the pillar posts. She abides there with believing that soon Cecilia should be at the top landing of the stairway. It takes several extra moments but yes Cecilia comes up the stairs. She only wears a sexy red panties and bra set while flinging aside her top. In being a good follower she looks at Ryanne while licking her lips with a moist whipping of her tongue. Then Cecilia growls a primal purr as a sizzling breath swiftly follows.

“You make this hard. I only wish to fuck you.” Enters the chat through seething angry and verbal notes of lustful intentions. “You need to be on your knees. Kneel for me.” She demands while slinking in like a panther on the prowl.

Ryanne, in turn, stares into those eyes that shine of sexual hunger but she simply smiles while bringing her hands up to grasp both of Cecilia`s breasts as Ryanne coldly conveys, “Kitten will get treats when kitten properly purrs for me. You will purr pretty while drinking all my cream and only then will I think of fucking you.”

The defiant fire in Cecilia`s eyes gleams like a billion suns that have her back away. She dislikes the declaration of dominance, but Ry reaches out to be gripping Cecilia’s arms with swiftly tugging the beautiful blond to be smashing against Ry`s own body. She stands solidly in place holding Cecilia tightly. Ry immediately looks in those eyes while stating in warning tones, “No leaving! You will be my bitch as I will be yours. We are fucking each other. You will like it and you will purr for me and beg for more. Just as I will do so for you.”

Hot! Hell`s heat exists and it radiates between thighs along with the moist sweetness. The electric energy promotes Cecelia’s hand to be stroking Ry`s nude lower lips. Rubbing effortlessly occurs until bliss devours Ry and it creates intense breathing. Ry is taken off guard; she is taken into suddenly wanting to release an orgasm due to the energy exchange between them. It`s sitting there ready to flow, but it's sort of still under control. There must be a control. She cannot allow it to be this easy. She never gives into the wilds of sexual pleasure until total control by her exists. At least that is the usual way but it's not happening. She finds herself wanting the quick fuck with a dropping into control of this woman. But she cannot allow it no matter if she does or doesn`t live on the edge of sexual energy in life. However today her energy seems confused while confronting with a woman much like herself. And somehow Cecilia seems to know it too.

It`s fire with them both wanting more. So it`s breast-to-breast, upper lips almost touching and bodies clamoring within a powerful sexual hunger that needs filling but not just yet. Ry is ready and her body quakes, knees are weak and the moans sound intense as she barely holds on to releasing her cream. All of her senses swim into dizziness with her lost in the energy flow. That has Cecelia continue to play her fingers and palm in a faster pace of teasing upon those lower lips for she can feel Ry`s body intense with a craving to release orgasm. “Ah, so the coolness can crash.” Arrives in amusement.

Then there is a licking of Ryanne`s lips by Cecilia as a free hand comes to grip Ry`s neck to pin Ry against the pillar post. This exists while Cecilia continues the constant onslaught on Ry`s pussy lips. This pleases, as Cecilia commands, “No love words No love between us, ever.” Then in a warning tone, she annunciates in growling, “I own you! You will fuck me when I wish it.”

Ryanne squirms of the declaration for no woman possesses her. None are permitted. No Dominant allows another to control them. Yet, Cecilia continues to pin her against the door` post with a strange strength that holds Ry prisoner. Her thoughts exist in a fog but her hard find Cecelia`s thighs to force them apart. Then she places a leg there to keep them open as she speedily begins caressing Cecilia’s lower lips.

“You can be tamed. I know it.” Comes in confident whispers from Cecilia who brushes upper lips on Ry’s. Kisses, kisses and eating breaths as her hand remain relentlessly fierce in rubbing Ry`s lower lips. It creates more heat with juicy wet but Ry holds her orgasm, as she demands to build one for her new playmate. Wild sensations flood her with the tingling causing movement toward not possessing any control of what is going on. And Cecilia understands this very well as she presses a domineering kiss with a purring as she snarls. “Oh, you are so fucking sexy. Give it to me, my slut. Cum for me!”

It is breathing, gasping within voracious kisses and within the onslaught of both women racing fingers on pussy lips in demanding that cream comes. Ry`s clit is fully swollen, growing pink from fraction and the withholding orgasm can`t be no matter how tightly every muscle within is controlled. But Ryanne tries to maneuver Cecilia into orgasm first. She must do it to get control but in the end, her hands grip a fist full of Cecilia`s hair along with the wrist of the hand that grips Ry throat. Within it the entire struggle for dominance it`s wild and raw as the heat is volcanic and the energy off the scale between them. Ry simply loses all control due to being so aroused by a woman just as sexual as she is and with the coolness shattering the cream squirts hard within a sweet shower of heated lust filled liquids.

Cecilia enjoys that to then suddenly release from the kisses. She stands back from Ry as she still holds her hand around Ry`s neck. Then she coldly stares at the woman that she conquered as she claims. “You will find me in our bed. You will lick me into an orgasm. Then you use a dildo up my ass as you finger my pussy into my second orgasm. I get two and you then may have your second one.”


Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Arousing Ry - (Chapter 7, Lust`s Price)


Home is where the heart is. Although that may need rephrasing when considering all the work that Ryanne places into not dealing with heart matters. Nevertheless, she goes home with her currently standing in front of the house as the automated outdoor light shine with allowing the process of the keys filling the locks. In seconds Ry slips inside while feeling tired from the craziness of how the night`s festivities ended. Then as if that not is enough she now has loneliness and tipsiness on her birthday.

Loneliness exists because the perfect set up of a date left her hanging alone with two full bottles of expensive Australian wine. One sat opened with it tempting the birthday girl into enjoying it. Such circumstances bring the tipsiness after drinking most of the eighteen percent alcoholic wine all by herself. She then conveniently retrieved the unopened bottle of wine to take it home. Thus, as the steel door of the house comes secured Ry saunters into the kitchen with the unopened bottle.

Entering the modern space she flicks the light on to immediately hear the house phone ringing. She grins of it because she figures that Orianna has changed her mind. So within that thought, Ry reaches for the cordless phone that sets on the island counter that abides in mid center of the kitchen. As she does the kitchen seems to spin a little as her eyes gaze upon the side table with two chairs. “Woohoo, too much.” comes spoken within the dizziness as she attempts to refocus.

In doing so she ponders food as the phone is clicked on for the table set here in the kitchen reminds her of food and she knows that eating will help with the tipsiness. Yet, she pulls in her focus as the phone is coming to her left ear. Then in a semi disorientated state, Ry gathers her stability and alertness to growl out, “Eleven thirty, PM. It is late, who is it?”

“Ry, please talk to me!“ Directly begs Payton.

That gives the deepest exhaustive sigh of’ ‘my god, no’ slipping from within Ryanne. She now knows she is stupid with not letting the voice mail field the call so that Payton isn’t a factor to deal with tonight. So, it`s horror for Ry. It`s the concept of ‘god damn’ cursing out repeatedly in her thoughts and then suddenly the vision of her father saying ‘deal with her, deal with it Ryanne or I will.’ So, Ry ponders quickly and just listens to whatever that is coming from Payton as Ry begins walking toward the staircase to the second floor and the master bedroom.

“I love you. Why does that scare you? Come be mine. Only mine. Stop running. Running only hurts us both, you know that you belong to me and we have love. We can deal with our daddies and the media. I want only you. Please, Ry?” Comes in whining plea that is harsher than living through Hell for Ry.

Ry knows Payton`s love exists as a partial obsession on Payton’s part. Ryanne distinguishes that an extended relationship won`t work between them for Ry herself doesn’t love Payton. This leaves a decision to be made and that begins with the topic of love. A topic that is almost a disease to be avoided but Ry pulls her cognitive senses together to attempt providing logical reasoning to Payton while Ry pushes off the fuzzy tipsiness.

“Now, hush and listen to me.” Commands Ryanne as Payton starts to say more but the French brunette instantly stopped as Ry spoke.

“Now Payton, have I ever said that I honestly love you? Did I say it outside you forcing me to say it a week ago? Did I ever say it in all the months that we have fucked each other?” Arrives in collected almost ice-tinted edges of needing to set out boundaries in order to avoid topics but hit those topics in the ways that Ry chooses to enjoy them.

”Ponder it carefully, my Lil French connection. Think before you reply, it’s the big question of the night.” All of this is said as Ry wanders from the kitchen with a corkscrew, the bottle of wine and one glass. Hence, she passes through the living room too soon be stepping on the bottom step that leads up to the second floor of the modern house.

‘”Uhm, no. No, I can’t say that you ever have verbally but when you kiss me we have love. I know that we do. When you touch me, I feel loved. I need you, Ry. I can`t breathe without you. I just need what we have. I will share you with others, but you must visit and be with me too.” Payton claims in a well-organized proceeding into the direction that Payton plans for them.

Thus, as Ry moves up a couple of steps she figures that progress exists when considering that moments ago came to a declaration of ‘only mine’ as concepts. So, hope must abide, a hope of Payton eventually not be driving anyone crazy over losing Ryanne. Thus, with another deep sigh Ryanne continues the journey up the stairs as she pushes her agenda into the chat, “Payton, does it take two to make a relationship work?”

“Yes, my darling. Yes, we do very well at it too. But, I understand that you need to be with other girls too. And it is now okay with me.” Sweetly replies Payton of new rules for them while she feels that Ry loves her.

“Ah, uhm.” Ponders Ryanne as her mind sorts out next steps for it must come gently now that things won`t relent into the dream of it being easy. Not easy at all. Yet, instead, it is becoming as living Hell for many people. ”Darling….”

“Yes, darling?” quickly responds Payton who rests on an edge of anticipation of Ryanne giving into the demands of being together again.

In fact, Payton is deeply anxious about Ryanne to come home to her in France. To Payton`s home for many reasons, with the most important of these the sex that the two women constantly share but she also does love Ryanne. Payton furthermore needs to be loved by someone who is magically cool like Ryanne because it fits Payton`s lifestyle. Even more so, Payton knows Ry adds that calmness to a high-speed social life while somehow giving Payton that ability to deal with daddy St Croix. Hence, Payton can manage her father`s insistence of committing to an arranged marriage to some man named Taylor.

And Ry understands all of that too as she once more provides a process for Payton to understand what comes as their future, a future as Ry leans against the upper hallway wall. “Payton, doesn’t it take love from both partners in an intimate relationship to have a healthy relationship?”

“Ry, don`t!” Swiftly comes as Payton expects this resistance. She does for she may be obsessed of Ry, but Payton sure clues in fast to the processes that Ry attempts to bring.

“Don’t what?” Warmly queries Ryanne not understanding what sparks the current response for there should not be upset just yet, the protesting is early.

“Please, please be mine. Please, Ry, please, my darling, my lover, and my...uhm, mine. Just be mine. Come home.” Arrives sounding in an unreasonable desperation when considering nothing generated the creation of it. Yet, fear and loneliness are amazing factors in the world of intimacy.

“Payton! Please, answer me.” Ry firmly demands in trying to bring peacefulness and proper direction. “You know that you must always answer my questions. It is the deal between us.” Hence, Ryanne waits for a response but she gets mumbling of what she assumes to be a positive understanding and so she continues, “Does it take two people in love to have an intimate love relationship?”

There exists silence, it abides in stinging impatience but Ry waits. She must for Payton takes many seconds to think over the rewording of Ry`s query. Within that Payton reasons that she already answered the question. Yet, she also knows that she needs to response this time too. Therefore Payton re-words her response to suit her own agenda. ”Yes, it does and we have much love between us.”

“Do we?” Queries Ry in surprise conscious of the facts that such isn’t the complete truth.

“Yes, I love you. I love you more every day and need you too. I love everything about us, about you and all that we do.” Arrives as happy assertion in a fluffy love tone that is dreamy sweet.

‘That isn’t a ‘we’ that loves each other, Payton. That is you and you loving me.” Affirms Ryanne trying to keep it gentle and on the straightest path to what must be the agenda.

“But you love me. Your kisses say that you do and when you make love with me it is love. I can feel it when I kiss you.” Shoots forth from Payton in an adamant declaring of what she thinks is the truth of their history.

“Are you sure?” comes sharply said by Ry who continues on in sharing more questions. “Are you sure or are we simply great at sex?” Then in trying to make it a slow stepping into the reality that everything truly is over Ry brings what she recognizes as a big part of the truth. “You are extraordinary in the sack, Payton. The best fuck that I have ever had. You are one hot, sexual wild thing in bed, babe. That alone can make it seem like love is everywhere. You are amazing like that and anyone will feel loved by you. You make it love, lust, and wild things. It will always be that way for you too.“

That provides a long silence between them for the truthful flattery comes unexpectedly. Hence, shock, as Payton needs to rally thoughts in concern to her cause. She must move into what she needs even though awareness exists about her personal inner power. “Thank you, Ryanne but you love me too. You do and the sex that we have shows that we do.”

“Ah, but you said earlier that I have never told you that I love you. So, the sex and love, the greatness of what we had are all you. See, you are totally amazing and a woman who deserves that same thing from her lover.” Spins out in charismatic slickness.

This mixes well with Ry`s forever cool charm to allow Ry to push away from the leaning against the wall so she continues toward the bedroom. She casually strolls the hall to be at the far end where her bedroom exists. Within this Payton rambles on about how sweet Ry is even though Payton claims Ry loves her. Then with Ry standing just inches outside crossing the doorway to the bedroom Payton finally takes a short breath as Ry walks over to the highboy dresser that sits just inside the door of the master bedroom. With a sigh, Ry places the bottle of alcohol and other items on the top of it to then turn toward the bed. After which Ry remove her clothing while listening to the phone that is clinched between her shoulder and ear. But within all the effort she only gets the long coat and the lingerie top off before Payton`s ramblings come to a temporary halt. Hence there exists a minute of silence Payton before there comes heard, “Ry, please, please just let me try. Please, let me try to please you again?”


“Listen, sexy, if you want to please me then let me undress. Then you talk dirty to me for a while and I will masturbate before falling asleep in this bed of mine.” Arrives, as the cheeky reply tinged of frustration for Ry truly didn't need this lecture and begging on her special day.

“You love me, Ryanne. And I will dirty talk if you return to being my girlfriend.” Oh yes, a threat, a begging or a ‘whatever’ stings to roam within Ry’s mind. Thus, she breathes a sigh with still needing to deal with Payton`s demands of continued relationships between them. And that seems to exist no matter what comes spoken or attempted.

“We already concluded that I do not love you and you provide the love in any relationship. You do for I never said that I love you.” With that said by Ryanne, there exists an immediate scream summoning from Payton for she doesn’t hold frustration well. The vast amounts of irritation dissuade the keeping to her agenda because of Ry continuously telling truth about their relationship history.

“But we have a relationship. We do!” Payton firmly shoots as a reply.

“No, we do not! Romance relationships need two people loving each other and Payton I don’t love you. I have never said it to you with your forcing me to and I won`t be saying it.” With that Ry now understands why instinct told her to run for her life the other morning. It now is obvious that an argument during that morning most certainly could out do this one by several light-years on the scale of wild discussions.

“Just try again with me!” arrives in a screaming desperation into Ryanne`s ears in a whining plea.

“No! No! It takes two people in love to make a healthy relationship. Does it not it take that, Payton?” Demandingly supplies Ry in maintaining sanity within the tipsiness that seems to be clearing and that fact brings the wish for more wine.

“It takes you fucking me, and you holding me, and you letting me deal with the love things.” Sends back Payton in a sharp irritation of not getting her way. She always gets her way. She does for Ms. St Croix exists as a renowned pampered socialite with a terrible temper that often has daddy St Croix’s immense wealth and powerful connections help her do all that is wishes. Hence, the cruel shot immediately comes fired at Ry. “I will make daddy bring you to me. So, no more fucked up nonsense. You are mine.”

That is Payton`s trump card when things get crazy for the French socialite. And with that being said provides all that Ryanne needs in order to bring harsher truths. Therefore, no more gentleness with the charm swiftly tossing aside and Ryanne decides a bit of madness can be useful, but it is all wrapping in a calm of sharing the realities of what can be future for them both.

“Bring it! But the bottom line is if you do not stop then my father meets your father. If you don`t stop calling my family and harassing my workplace then this shit gets extra real damn fast. So sexy, do you want Lea Masterson meeting Sydney St Croix with your father ruining my father`s architectural accounts in Europe and South America. Along with that, I will be punished with that sending my life into chaos. My father won`t be kind to me with my career destroyed. Thus, the cool magic about me vanishes. And then you have a loser with you. That reality of my father dying comes soon after he loses his business empire. The destruction of the family firm brings my father`s death and somewhere along that line of crazy shit your father forces you into a marriage to that douche bag named Taylor. You will have a kid no matter what you want. All of that exists due to your father needing an heir of his choosing as his daughter lives a hetero lifestyle. This all happens as I am forever working at Mickey D`s. Yes, the land of French Fried potatoes so that I can subsist in a one room hole of an apartment in the middle of Hell`s Kitchen, Iowa.”

Instant quietness comes from Payton for she knows that Ryanne made and makes no promises to her. There never came any at any point. Add to it the truth of no love from Ry enters into being realized as Payton then sighs of comprehending everything. This allows her to accept that the feelings between them are one sided. That accompanies her desire to not destroy others lives. This rings inside of her like an epiphany.

Ryanne, on the other hand, is skimming over what else needs to be said and it comes just in time. “You want to have children but rather not do it daddy`s way. You rebel whenever he pushes you into his controlling of you. You rebel for you desire to choose your own life.”

Payton hears that with that truth weaving into her while all her other plans seducing Ryanne shatter bringing a sadness to her senses. “Is it that written on me? I don`t want a man but I want my own life. I am lesbian and not a womb.” She softly claims in relenting to not being with Ry ever again.

Ryanne hesitates a moment to think through such ideas before confidently replying with, “From day one and you may want to look into fighting Sydney to get what you truly need. Not sure of you being lesbian but maybe bisexual. Either way, if you don’t` want guys then so be it. But, if you do go for a guy then you don`t need Taylor. He is a ‘know it all’ asshole with a weak no kink dick. ” Ry claims while thinking back to overhearing women talk of Taylor`s basic ‘man on top’ vanilla sex demands. That thought promotes Ry to continue chat with sharing. “Listen, darling, visits to see you can happen but we are gonna find you a man worthy of you naughty kinky ass. It must be a guy that allows you to fuck women too. However, in all of that, there is only sex between you and me. But you must marry a dick of your choice to have a happy family. Understood?”

“But Ryanne, I love you.” comes in last attempts to acquire love from Ryanne but that is following with. “What am I to do with that?”

“Spank my naughty ass with making lust marks all over me. We are two women with a cause. Rebellion`s cause and you are needing to spank your share of rebelling into me and out of you.” Ry states with not knowing what to say, but something needs to be said and well sex topics tend to change the flow of things. Thus, it is onto that topic with a hope of hope of Ryanne crashing on her bed with a full bottle of wine and eventually five hours of sleep to finish her birthday.

“Ry, no what do I do with loving you?” Comes as a protest over the move to a new topic.

Ry sighs deeply of the displeasure of remaining on an issue that needs not addressing further. Thus she tries to figure out a way to settle the topic of love but all she comes up with is ‘how can she love me’. And so that comes out ‘How can you love me?”

“Because I do, I simply do love you. You are amazing and I love everything about you.”

“Ah, uhm, oh. So, you know me and love everything about me, okay.” Affirms Ryanne as she now comprehends that she can get somewhere with this break in the pattern of chat. In all honesty, Payton barely grasps anything of Ryanne`s world and life. For in reality Payton only knows the choice bits of a selection of truths. Thus, Ry`s thoughts fill with, ‘why not bring illumination’. Within that idea there comes the hope that Payton apprehends that she loves only a corner of Ryanne with love not possible when knowing so little. “Ah, and when is my birthday? You know that birthdays are special and tell a lot about a person. When is my birthday?”

There is a short stinging silence just before Payton responds with an offhanded, “It is in the spring. You always tell me you have a party in April and a new year passes for you. You have a birthday then and it`s why when you visited me back then and I took you out for cake.”

“Uhm, yes you did that in April. A Year does end then for me with sort of a new year starting, but it`s not my birthday or personal. It is an end of the business budget year of the architectural firm. Thus, I celebrate ending a year of bookkeeping. Then afterward I always take a vacation for two weeks. So now, it is not my birthday.” Ryanne states through smiles for she knows Payton isn’t privy to many things. “You may have one more guess and then tell me who my siblings are?’

“You have siblings?” comes in shock. “You have more than your father?”

“Yes, I do, and you haven’t a clue whom they are. You also don’t know how many there are or know anything about them. Why? Because you figure the people that I talk are friends or business comrades. But no, not all are. Domi is my only brother. Terri is not only my boss but is my only sister. They are more than business associates. Yes, I know that you have been thinking that they are only working relationships.” With that, the wine bottle is possessed by her left hand. Next, Ryanne crawls onto the bed with taking a quickie sip from the bottle before continuing with, “So, sexy, my birthday is when? “

Along silent pauses exists with Payton as she is sorting out this idea of Ryanne being a family person. It soon brings a swiftly firm reply of “There is no way you have a family more than a father. There is just no way since you don’t say of family things.” Exist as the running of thoughts. In fact, Payton swears that she knows Ry doesn’t do family events, especially not father`s and mother`s days. So, she finalizes thoughts with, “You are lying to me to confuse the topic.”

Yet, that is met with a laugh and then silence before snickering by Ry sends out. ”Nope, it is true. And you have known me for two years. It is two years when we add in the fact of us being more than fuck friends.“

“You are lying to me, Ry. I know that you are.” Comes sternly within trying to fathom that she does not know these things about her own girlfriend.

This gives Ryanne more snickering as she tips up the bottle to take a large gulping swallow of wine before saying, “Two siblings, with the father being single and mother...”She hesitates for that is never said. No, it just isn’t.

“You have a mother. I know that you do, for you always say I should love my mother.” Arrives in affirmation of Payton now doing a fast pace of collecting information so that she can say that she knows Ryanne and can then declare that she loves all of Ry.

Ryanne instantly is dead still while staring at the open doorway of her bedroom. She breathes deeply and her mind swims of personal history flashes of her mother but she pushes it back into obscurity so that anything about it cannot ever be uncaging. That has her tipping the alcohol bottle up to create swallowing several gulps of liquid.She now needs to be numb but within this Payton declares, “You have a full family. You should let me meet them. They will love me and us. Your parents; your mother and father will think we are so good.”


Ry`s complexion grows to a near deathly white over such concepts. The pain shoots within her soul as once more the mother is a topic being wielded by a woman that Ry beds. And nope it isn’t okay. Not okay even and not all right as a casual anything. In fact, there simply is a turn off the switch when it’s like this. Switching off painful thoughts on her birthday must now exist as those come harsh on this night. However, she says nothing as her mind works on keeping out crazy visions of Payton with her family. Hence in her mind echoes, ideas of her parents are a no idea, No. No meeting family. So, with all her strength and a few more large swallows of alcohol Ry sternly retorts. ”Payton there no longer is a ‘we’ or an ‘us’. You can’t meet my family. My father wants to kill you if he gets to meet you. Add to it my siblings will torture us both because they know I don`t love any woman. Additionally, you have unsettled our lives with your constant phone calls and the mind-blowing quantity of endless emails. “

With such shared pseudo calmness arrives but it is barely that for Ry is deeply shaken. This exists even though Ry possesses loads of practice keeping everything tucked inside with the pretense of being an unemotional poised woman. The emotionless keeping her world of sex playmates and social life separate from family and work life. God knows that she doesn’t need anything unearthing to create troubles, but yes, it now has. Plus, according to her, the personal info belongs only her. The personal data only need to be known by family, Sheila, and Orianna.

In that thought, Payton tries once again to prove that she knows Ry. “But Ry, please? I admit that I didn’t know those things but I now know you.”

“No, you don’t truly know me. If you did you wouldn’t be torturing me on my birthday.” Shoots out in a sighing of trying to hold that constant calm as her mind spins of ‘Wish you would let me drink alone. Drink so that I get four hours of sleep. But at this rate that isn’t happening either.’

Boom! There it is. Finally, a minor unhinging of the cool, even if most of it is in Ryanne`s thoughts. The result sends out frustration murmurs as Ryanne casually lets the phone fall to the bed before taking to several more swallows of wine directly from the bottle. In doing so she hears Payton chattering even though no one is listening. Ry rolls her eyes into her head with sincerely not caring but she must tidy up this crap with Payton so her that father is happy. That has her once more reaching to collect the phone to hold it to her ear to then listen to the tail end of something with Payton say, ”You should love me and let me close to you. I can deal with family.”

There comes a profound inhaling from Ryanne as she then slowly releases it. She must find centering. Thus she embarks on insisting to own peace and balance to deal with what she must. Yes, that needs happening as she daydreams of being already passed out drunk but she isn’t that. So, it is one more try at repairing this shit with Payton or it is to be a ‘not so’ complex plan to commit murder in Paris during tomorrow. That amuses Ry`s mind for a moment. It does for committing a capital crime could be interesting but then her father would want her seeking the rights to any architectural shit involving prisons. That possibility still brings the results of her father demanding that she work at the ungodly hour of seven every morning. Which is easier than the current situation of waking at five to have breakfast with then doing the road warrior thing through heavy traffic. Thus, prison is doable but not truly necessary in her life. So another attempt is made at settling Payton`s tantrum. “Do I love you, Payton?”

“Ryanne, please.”

“No Payton. Answer me.” Ryanne insists in demanding the truth be said by Payton. “Do I love you?”

“You said that you don’t. So no, I guess not.” Comes in annoyed disappointed whining with understanding things as everything now come to be basic between them.

“Does it take love between two to have a healthy relationship between two people?” Interrogates Ryanne hoping that this is getting through to her former lover at long last.

“Uhm, Ry please, please,” Payton says in pleading with not liking the chat that comes filled with the undeniable truth about the end of their relationship coming into full view.

“No, be a good girl for me and answer me.” Enforces Ryanne as she takes another sip of wine to make the numbing come faster. Then as the liquid fills her throat Ry`s ponders, ‘why on Earth do I get girls who need so much extra attention. Why can it not be great sex buddies for a while to then find new ports to enjoy?’

“Well Ry, it may but we are…”

“No. Answer me. Payton, you must only give the answers to my questions. So, does it take real love to keep a good relationship functioning long term?”

That questioning comes followed by Ryanne pulling a bed sheet over her body to get comfy. She wants to sleep for she is exhausted and that only a few hours remain for achieving some sleep. Yet, this chat is never ending. Not ending and it must be dealt with before sleep and prior to tomorrow coming into existence.

“Yes, it does need love but we,” Payton stops to sigh for she has answers that she isn`t liking and she holds them back from being said with hoping that Ryanne stops with the truth to return to enjoying what they used to share.

“No. No, there is no reality of a ‘we’ any longer. You are correct that it takes love. Payton, I agree with you that it takes love. So since the love between us is one sided with it not enough to keep a relationship between us then we need to move on in life.” In saying such Ryanne closes her eyes to then shoot them open for she almost dozed into sleep. That shocks her into forcing herself to sit up on the bed to then supply another drink of the wine to pour down her throat. “So, so, since I don’t love you, do you think that continuing with a relationship makes life healthy for either of us?”

“You are wonderful to me…” flies from Payton who refuses to hear anything about the relationship between being less than an amazing thing.

This immediately makes Ry shake her head to breathe then deeply in an exhaustive sigh. As Payton hears the frustrations she finally decides that she must give in. “Well, you are great to me and especially when it is sex.”

“It is a gift, darling. But it isn`t enough to have you happiest and you do deserve to be loved.” Asserts Ryanne with taking another swallow of the sweet alcohol with it all creating a nice effect of sleep coming. That may exist whether Ryanne wants it or not.

“So do you, Ry!” Payton states before then blowing a kiss through the phone while grimacing of losing the winning of Ry back to be her girlfriend.

“Uhm, that is not the topic.” Comes with verbally shrugging off the chat about herself while focusing on the task. ”It is you who is deserving love things. You deserve love. You should find it. So, since I don’t love you then you must go find someone who does. Okay?”

“Yes, but will we still have sex dates?” Queries Payton for her truly can`t fathom her life without being bale to fuck Ryanne on a regular basis.

Ry smirks through the sleepiness to then supply, “All that you can handle.”

Payton begins crying with saying things that neither understands due to the weeping. Yet, Ry listens while falling asleep with the last words heard being, “Ry, go to sleep. I will stop but visit me soon. I am horny. You must come fuck me.”



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Arousing Ry - (Chapter 6, Naughty Truth)

However, Ryanne currently is trying to sort out why she suddenly not thinking straight with an existing of weird sensations within her. Within this Ry tries to regain control of whatever that is not seeming normal as she lay on the table staring at the chandelier that dangles from the ceiling. In gazing at there exists astonishment of how Orianna suddenly turns into not being submissive but keeps the roll of it while giving into the birthday wish. Thus, Ryanne quietly finds her senses with pushing aside the odd energy that entered her moments ago.

With such accomplished Ry decides that the rest of the evening involves no BDSM. Her subsists of enjoying a romantic dinner and chatting of life. Hence, there possibly might be sexual pleasure at her house later. Yet, Ry knows that such things on occasions allow Orianna to think that a mutual love relationship has a possibility between them. Thus, romance and love ideas must be thwarted. She can’t truly allow Orianna to be more than BDSM for the kink exists as the first need in Ry`s intimate life. So, this allows the need for controlling things in concern to love ideas but in all honestly, it is beyond too late. Yes, Orianna romantically loves Ry. That comes as not an issue for Orianna respects Ry enough to know that the feeling has no potential of being mutual. With a deep breath Ryanne arranged herself to sit on the table`s edge with immediately looking down at Orianna in conveying, “Orianna, may we have dinner? May we enjoy some dancing? Then it would please me to wake with you in my bed tomorrow. Please, let the power exchange not exist for the remainder of my birthday.”

“Huh?” Comes from a woman who knows that stepping outside scene isn’t ever given as permission. Yet, Orianna also knows that Ryanne controls the scene no matter what for its part of their written contract of BDSM.

Ry understand that too as she watches the puzzlement on Orianna’s face. This provokes Ry to restates the request “Orianna, no more Dominea, and pet tonight. We may do friends and casual pleasure. Please relax with me to enjoy an evening of dancing, chat, and wine. I promise you many orgasms in my bed and then you being held in my arms.”

“But we have a contract, Dominea.” Arrives filled with worried whispers as Orianna slides from the chair to kneel upon the floor. Her mind comes flooded with ideas of somehow having displeased Ryanne. So, Orianna crouches in waiting to receive punishment. This Ry smiles of but shakes her head in with giving a sigh of she should have known it could be perceived as improper actions. Thus, Ry descends off the table knowing that she must clarify.

“Do you need more than some casual sex, drinks, and an evening with me? If you do and you truly need the power exchange tonight then we continue tonight`s play session.” Ryanne retorts with standing in front of the kneeling woman with wanting Orianna to understand. So Ry firmly states. ”Orianna, stand up to look me in the eyes as you have permission to speak freely.”

Orianna rises but she doesn’t look Ryanne in the eyes as she whispers, “I have done you wrong. My Domme, punishments, please allow me to kneel for punishments.” Arrives in pleading.

“There is no wrong.” Instantly proclaims Ry in doing damage control for the Orianna is a natural submissive in her mentality. Hence, Ry further shares “You have given abundantly. You may trust that no one gives oral pleasure as you do.” This brings Ry to place a finger under Orianna’s chin in demanding Orianna to look into Ry`s eyes as her voice tone is strong. “Orianna, the birthday girl gets her wishes. I am the birthday girl. I wish you in my bed without the limits of our contract.”

“But we have a deal. I give you submission and you supply controls.” Orianna meekly voices while frantically surveying Ry’s eyes for answers to what causes the displeasure and the stop in the power exchange.

Ryanne ponders this worry before judging that the apprehension is understandable and so she gives further assurances. “We are okay, Ori. But for tonight you now submit to being the naughty submissive with treating your Dominant the way that you would any lover. Punishment is you being an hour late for work tomorrow. Then after tonight, we continue our contract.”

Ry says this knowing that it solves many things for Orianna in concern to this moment. One of which exists as pushing past the untruth of being displeased by Orianna. Plus, a provision of a mild punishment for a fictitious wrongdoing exists in the form of a mere lateness on a day that some people often are late for work. Ry knows that Orianna must relax in order to think clearly of things so that her mind changes gears into a non-BDSM orientated sharing, For if she doesn’t there may be sub-drop and that can scar a submissive with hurting the power exchange bond. Hence, there is softly spoken, “You will do this, my pet. So, please, sit on the right side at the dinner table. We are having dinner, and then dancing before you are to be cuffed to my bed in my house. Do you understand?”

Orianna hesitantly agrees with the evening proceeding with diligent attention to creating a casual atmosphere. This brings out that cool charm that Ryanne easily produces. They chat of work court cases, building projects and who sued whom over architectural misdemeanors in the world. It gets interesting but near the latter portion of the meal and after a couple glasses of wine, Orianna asks a few intimate questions.

“So, did you love the one that you are hiding from? And yes, you are hiding Ry. It is written all over you that you are, for you are with me on your birthday. You are with your toy and not your girlfriend. So, I assume that this last one got close. Did she say the love words? And yes, I know how that goes when it is you. So, maybe, just maybe you loved this one?”

She looks at Ry in that way of almost motherly chastising. It leaves Ry with an uneasy feeling too. It especially does since those statements and that stare holds deep truths on occasion about some relationships that she pulls away from. Ry often hides and wishes to stay hidden when emotional things get wild. Yet, that is not true currently but yes, she refuses to love anyone outside her family. Such must remain as truth no matter who loves her or what type of deal is made about love. All intimate relationships either remain as lust based or she walks away.

Orianna sits smirking before leaning back on the chair as Ry eyes survey Orianna’s of the intent of the moment`s ago questions. Hence, Orianna supplies a very analytical stare back at Ry in an attempt to divine answers to the questions. Then before lowering her eyes she softly states, “There are times you fascinate me. Maybe one day you will let go of all that pain and let love hold you. There is a love that can be your dream.”

That too makes Ry uneasy, but a smile on Ry’s lips grows over the analyzing and statements. It continues to as Orianna gives a push for answers to queries. “Was it love Ry? Was it love like I stated years ago? You know the love of when you kissed me to whisper that it is best to keep it as lust. “

“No, Ori. I do not love anyone.” Ry claims in mumbles with adjusting her ass on the chair as she musters keeping the entire cool persona intact.

This allows Orianna the understanding that answers are coming. So, she continues. “Did you want to love her? It might be possible even if you didn’t want me in your heart. And that is fine with you and me. We have an understanding for I find happiness in many ways but Ry..uhm.”

Next, Orianna reaches across the table to hold one of Ry`s hand in solid possession. Within this Ry tries to pull away for the chat is now uncomfortable in mood and topic. Of course, there comes an attempt to endure within shrugging it off, as Orianna demands to continue her agenda.

“You will listen to me. And it is not because; I am a lawyer or intellectual. But because I actually care for you beyond the sex things that we do.” With that said Orianna begins to drift further into a dangerous area in concern to Ryanne. “You said that we have equality for our dinner tonight. Thus, we now chat as friends and not as BDSM playmates. Therefore, you need to listen to me without becoming that collected pile of persona that goes cold when the topic is of feelings or love concepts.”

With that Ry automatically leans forward with rising up over the tiny dining table`s top. She smoothly comes directly facing Orianna’s face. Right there and so close Ry can taste Orianna`s breaths.

“Loving is more than what most people profess. Don`t judge me, Ms. Lawyer. It is certain that you do prefer the lust and kink when it`s a relationship with me. We asserted that long ago. But, if I ever explore love, then I am damn sure it will be epic if I do.” Comes in tints of cold smooth sweetness as Ryanne settles into her chair to frigidly stare into Orianna`s eyes commanding, “However, for now, I do lust. So, it is five sets of cuffs and pleasure until dawn. As for keeping the promise of dancing, you will dance for me in my bedroom and you will please me after. Maybe then, you receive pleasure if I wish it. Understood?”

The last sentence most comes growled and the coldness brings shivers to Orianna for it is an instant return to power exchange. Orianna could let it unsettle but a good lawyer takes the heat of any moment to then turn the tables. So, with a winsome smile and leaning across the table, she softly tells a bit of truth. “You are missing out Ryanne. Trust me! You can trust that you are missing out when you deny love in your intimate life.“

Then rising from her chair to go stand in front of a seated Ry, Orianna kneels at Ry`s feet in stating, “One day she is coming for you. She will come to devour your soul with a single look. You will melt in her presence. You will collar her and need it more than anything. It will be you with wanting to say of love. It will be you requiring the marking of her with love in the saying of love. Then you will demand her to be your only one but you won`t be able to solve those crazy emotions that you cage. You won`t be able to because you feel that you must hide. Then your heart will scream for even more of it. You will be lost but so found too. What then, Ry?”

With that Orianna leans forward to respectfully kiss both of Ry`s feet to then rise again. Next, she pushes up to stand up fully with peering down at Ry. Orianna doesn’t say any more about love things. And Ryanne remains sitting with only surveying it for inside stunned feelings exist in concern to a lesson that Orianna tries to teach. She abides there as Orianna now tiredly claims, “We chatted as a friend and now a good night and a happy birthday to you. The night is an alone one for you. You have things that need to be done in private and quiet. So, I am going home. I need sleep for a court case in the early morning. Give me a call when you need me again. A call for when lust overwhelms and you need to be a Dominant so that love is scared away from your heart.”

Ry should loose her cool, yet she chooses to raise her wine glass as she thinks of response before giving permission to Orianna to leave her presence and the scene. Ina a moment Ry warmly conveys her exact thoughts, “Thanks for the orgasms. Those are great birthday gifts. I am calling you soon but first I give you a heads up for the third Sunday in next month. The session is including discipline. Yes, a suitable discipline for this evening. So, do expect it and please do not cancel.”

Orianna diligently listens to then collect her coat with giving a congenial farewell wave while retorting, “I will be on time. I will bring the whip for you to wield. And expect it fully hard and in the vein that I dished it out. For we always share the truth, so it must be the truth. Truth then and as it was now.”

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