With fire in her eyes, Lucy pulled her thin white blouse over her head, slipped out of her jeans, and tossed both aside.

Heat pooled low in Kelly’s belly as she walked a slow circle around the beautiful woman before her, clad in matching black briefs and bra.

“You’re stunning, Lucy-Lou.”

Back in front of her, Kelly cupped Lucy’s breasts and peppered kisses all over the voluptuous mounds.

Lucy hissed when Kelly bit down on a nipple, nipping with enough pressure to draw a whimper but not hard enough to cause any lasting pain.

Although Kelly saw nothing but desire in Lucy’s eyes, she wanted to remind Lucy she held the power to put a stop to anything that made her uncomfortable.

“Safe word?”

“Candyfloss.”

Lucy’s lip twitched, and, for a split second, Kelly wondered if there was more to Lucy’s safe word than initially disclosed. Either way, if Lucy uttered the word Candy or candyfloss all play would stop.

“I’m going to take you back to a time in life when you didn’t have to worry about finance, or where you were going to lay your head. Do you trust me to do that?”

Even though Kelly couldn’t imagine Lucy saying no, her heart hammered in her chest.

“Yes,” Lucy said, her voice sure, her eyes questioning.

There it was, that combination of confidence and vulnerability that turned Kelly on.

“Underwear off, on your back, in the middle of the bed.” Kelly’s voice matched how she felt, confident, in control, and hot as hell.

“Yes, Miss.” With the snap of a clasp and a shimmy of her hips, Lucy’s bra hit the floor, followed by her briefs.

By the time the words “holy hell, you’re gorgeous” skidded through Kelly’s mind, Lucy was on the bed, looking more delectable than any store-bought duvet.

This was what Kelly craved, unabashed dominance and submission. Both parties on the same page, no coercion.

The fact Lucy submitted so readily made the dance all the more intoxicating.

“You have a beautiful body, Lucy, all curves and delicious softness.”

Wordlessly, Lucy tracked Kelly’s movements, her gaze so intense Kelly felt it like a physical caress.

As though taunting her to get naked, her jeans suddenly felt too tight, her tank-top too small.

Emboldened by the look of rapture in Lucy’s eyes, Kelly ran her hands over her breasts, down her sides, then rested them on her hips.

“I’ll get naked soon enough, but by the time I do, you won’t be able to see me anyway.”

Rather than respond to the question swimming in Lucy’s eyes, Kelly spun on her heels and snagged a blindfold off her dresser.

Lucy gave her a barely perceptible nod, her silent consent all the encouragement Kelly needed.