What Lucy said earlier about wearing labels came back to Kelly. Considering she wasn’t a harsh top, and didn’t enjoy dishing out extreme pain, many wouldn’t consider her a domme, mistress, whatever. But, she knew what she liked and what worked for her, and that was all that mattered.

Shaking off the thought, Kelly addressed the woman she was falling for, hard and fast. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d already fallen for Lucy.

As inviting as Lucy’s offer was, Kelly had no intention of restraining Lucy until her top was off, her gorgeous breasts fully exposed.

“We’ll get to that.” Kelly put a hand on Lucy’s wrists and pushed her arms down.

Footsteps pounded up the driveway and they both froze. The silhouette of a figure whizzed by and Kelly let out a breath, feeling as relieved as Lucy looked.

“The back flat,” Kelly explained.

More often than not, she didn’t even notice when her neighbours came and went. Thankfully, they were respectful and kept the noise down.

Even though Nicole generally text when she was coming home if she’d said she wouldn’t be, Kelly decided to play it safe.

She plucked Lucy’s jeans up off the floor. “How about we adjourn to my bedroom?”

“Good idea.” Naked from the waist down, Lucy trailed behind Kelly.

Chapter 17

In the privacy of Kelly’s bedroom, Lucy’s eyes sparkled. Her body radiated enthusiasm, making Kelly’s toes curl and her throat dry.

The scent of cocoa butter filled Kelly’s nostrils as she stepped before Lucy. “Arms up.”

Lucy did as she instructed, and Kelly slid her top up, thankful when Lucy bent forward so she didn’t have to stand on said curled toes to pull it all the way off.

And there Lucy stood, looking fucking gorgeous, wearing nothing but an alluring smile and a pink bra that matched the colour of her kissable lips.

Kelly didn’t bother hiding her approval. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, Miss Kel.”

She trailed her finger up Lucy’s sternum and across her breasts. Lucy sucked in a breath, her nipples straining against the tight confines of her bra.

“Assume the position you presented me with in the office.”

To make the scene more authentic, Kelly could always loan Lucy a skirt, but what fun would that be?

For the second time that night, without hesitation, Lucy dropped to all fours.

Aware it was possibly the first time Lucy had been in such a vulnerable position, Kelly didn’t want to give her too long to consider her next move.

This early in the game, rather than build excitement, Lucy could panic, or worse, feel like she was nothing more than an object for Kelly to use and discard at will.

“You okay?” Kelly asked as she lit a lavender scented candle and slipped out of her dress.

“Yes.”

“Tell me how you’re feeling?”