Nicole Halstead is a submissive? Who would have thought it? Not her personal assistant, Kayla, Lady Kay to her friends in the lifestyle, but you learn all kinds of things about a person when you’re stuck in an elevator with them. Things like her kick-ass-take-no-prisoners boss suffers from claustrophobia, and she plans to spend Thanksgiving break at an exclusive, lesbian-only resort rumored to cater to all kinds of kink.
When Nicole goes into full panic mode, Kayla has little choice but to take charge of the situation, even if her actions have pink slip and law suit written all over them.
Eager to see what she’d only seen in her mind’s eye, she fingered the zipper pull. Marley gasped, but she didn’t protest as Cindy thought she would. Her back heaved with labored breaths, whether in fright or arousal, it was hard to tell. She placed a hand on Marley’s back, stroking her spine until the woman’s rhythm became slow and even again.
The zipper silently gave way, exposing an inch of creamy skin at a time. She had to force hers lungs to work as she parted the fabric, revealing a delectable heart-shaped ass. Oh, her Marley was a bad girl. They’d specifically discussed her wearing a thong. Instead, she’d gone commando. There wasn’t anything wrong with her doing so, but she’d looked forward to seeing the thin waistband nestled beneath Marley’s perfect mounds.
For the space of two heartbeats, she simply enjoyed the view then, reverently, she palmed both globes. Skin to skin. Christ, her flesh was soft and cool to the touch, like satin. Feeling an urgent need to mark her, to make Marley hers, she stood, delivering an open-palm smack to her right cheek then her left.
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