Kath moaned loudly when she discovered the woman was, as she had hoped, not wearing any underwear at all. As she let her fingers move without hesitation into the—significant—wetness that awaited her, she stared into the woman’s eyes. The woman gasped and thrust against Kath’s hand.

“Oh no,” whispered Kath, pulling her hand back. “No, no, no, that’s not how it goes. You have to wait until I let you, understand?” Kath dropped into dominant mode as easily as she had slipped on her coat earlier. She mentally grinned. Oh yes.

The woman, panting in front of her, nodded. Her eyes were bright, desire written all over her face, and heat surged through Kath’s veins again. Oh, this fuck was going to be perfect. What a way to get back in the game.

“Stay still,” said Kath, the strength of the command in her voice thrilling herself as much as it did the woman in front of her. “Don’t move. Take everything I give you and… Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

Even during her best nights with Julie, she had never seen such utter surrender, such willingness to give everything—and take everything—written all over someone’s face.

She pushed her hand back between the woman’s legs and nodded slightly in satisfaction as the woman contained her reaction, keeping her legs wide open but not moving her hips. The control that must have taken… Her muscles quivered beneath Kath’s hand. She ran two fingers through wet outer lips, down to the entrance of the woman’s cunt where she hesitated, her fingers poised but not moving. She kept her gaze locked on the woman’s eyes, kept her fingers still, and leaned down to kiss her, letting their lips just brush, nothing more. She pulled back and then kissed her again, just as lightly, this time keeping their lips in the merest of contact rather than moving away.

The woman moaned, and Kath smiled. The woman still hadn’t moved, even though Kath’s actions were clearly torturing her in the most exquisite way. She moved her fingers slightly, maybe a centimetre or so, letting them slip just inside, and then stopped. The woman whimpered and panted against Kath’s lips.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Kath said against the woman’s mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, yes.”

“How much do you want it?” Kath moved her fingers in a bit further.

The woman didn’t move a muscle, even though she groaned, loudly, and her breathing increased against Kath’s mouth.

“God, like nothing I’ve ever wanted before,” replied the woman, voice thick with desire, eyes hooded. For all Kath knew, she’d said the very same words to someone else only half an hour previously. But it didn’t matter. That was the beauty of this club; they could all play the game because they could all win at it.