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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Arousing Ry (Chapter 12, Daring Of Caring)

The day quickly moves along with Ry and Shelia soon attending to office duties. There comes no napping for Ry`s mind is busy with various thoughts about the lunch chat. Thus, she needs to work while thinking of it all. Then the meeting with the new client speeds into existence with it proceeding exceptionally well. It arrives as that because Jerome sets up an excessive presentation of providing a bit of extravagance and an abundant apology. Hence, the client who is a bit of an eccentric musician leaves the building and meeting with signing contract. All quite nicely topped off once Ry shifts her charisma with professionalism into play. Then after walking the well-known musician out of the building Ry returns to her office but stops at Jerome’s desk to chat.

“Ya know the faux gems in the champagne flute are a bit over the top. Plus, did we need the sudden appearance of the antique baroque loveseat and chair from storage. It maybe black velvet but it is velvet and not leather. And my office must look its natural by tomorrow. No fluffy pillows, no white fur rug, and my love seat need to be placed back. I prefer leather to velvet.”

Jerome listens in his sitting and smirking with than sticking his tongue out in saying. “Oh now, I am working on those whippings. So, maybe the love seat and its entourage should remain. It must for, honey, you need softer edges and a bit more sexiness than what rawhide brings.”

This produces a raised eyebrow from Ry as she crosses her arms to begin walking toward her office door as Jerome conveys, “So, honey, I accept your thank you and you can even tap my firm bottom to place a bounce in my step. That would make my day.” And with that Jerome rise up from his chair to walk past the desk to stroll on down the hall with supplying a sassy wink in conveying, “Think on keeping the furniture. I am serious. But for now, I am off to deliver the end of day notes to Shelia.”

Ryanne stops the forward motions to respond but before she does Jerome declares, “You should head home to prep for your date with Ori. You go take care of her and I will make sure someone nice gets the old furnishing from your office. Everything at home is all ready for you, pants even pressed.”

Such holds truth. Ry does need to get home for a shower with some grooming. The clock almost owns five thirty and with having to pick up Ori by eight the processes of the evening spare no minutes. Plus, she needs buckets of coffee and to call Orianna to relay about pick up. Yet, she manages no phone call but carries out the other duties with drinking the third cup of coffee as her phone rings. She clicks it on to announce, “Hey, what is up?”

“My Domme. We are pulling up. Two minutes and this is a lovely rose. You are such a romantic and I love you for it. ”

“Pet!” replies Ry with surprise. “I guess that I am not picking you up but you are coming for me.”

“Oh yes, I come and I hope that you don’t mind holding my hand tonight.” Shares Orianna in a worrisome but a smiling tone too as she continues, “It is a sudden knowing that she is there. My former Domme will be attending. I, I, I..well,”

That said enough. Ry now understands why Jerome said that the date must seem like they are married. Hence, Ry summons full focus with demanding to be at her best. Then she realizes that Orianna requires a firm holding of that hand. “You need to calm down, my Pet.” Commands Ry drinking the last of the coffee.

“Ry not easy. She had a strange power over me and wanted to marry me. But I didn’t want to be with someone so cold. I need love and not mere commands.” Swiftly utters Orianna in nervousness that is so unlike the extremely self-confident composed lawyer.
Such instantly provokes that greatness of pure Dominant that exists as basic Ry. “You are mine. That bitch knows it. I have no respect for her. Not after she stopped you from attending your father`s funeral due to looking at me during a Tag-Leash Event. She hates me with a passion and I don`t know why. But when I found out about your father and the denial then I walked into her birthday party at the club. Uninvited and I slugged her before taking you by the hand to make you mine. So yes, I am hand holding. I am responsible for you. You are mine. And the rose.” Ry hesitates a second as Jerome`s comment of being Romeo enters her mind with that creating a thought of ‘ why not’. Thus, Ry tosses out an offhanded remark. “Figured I can be an unconventional Romeo. So, hey, I will be right out. I only need to grab my cell phone and your best leash.”

From that moment on the evening proceeds flawlessly with them seated at the same table as the Orianna’s former Dominant. The evening subsists as not being too boring for a lawyer’s dinner. Ry enjoys it for the most part. In fact, she plays her part perfectly. She holds suave moves, intellectual chatter, and romanticism. These do radiate from the thirty something professional architect that knows the games of upper-class social life in the city. Not a hard thing for Ry for she comes mildly known as a force in the younger generation of the city`s elite. Hence, she tends to be very good at the social while entertaining a lady at her side.

However, then there is that one minor indiscretion that whips out of nowhere near the end of the evening. Ry took a quick trip to the ladies` room to do what a lady does when having drunk a bit too much coffee and a bit of champagne. Upon returning she spies Orianna of in the corner chatting to Elisa.

Oh yes, Elisa Demas, a female Dominant that enjoys minding fucking her submissive and toying with emotions. Ry knows her for years now; Elisa holds status in the BDSM circles of the North American East coast. In fact, Elisa lives as the granddaughter of a very renowned Caucasian South African Dom and business tycoon. Also, a rumor abides in social circles about Elisa being a descendant of modern of slave owners. Thus, many say a submissive for her is much more than BDSM.

If Ry could fly she would. But it still takes no time for her to be right there in midst of things between Elisa and Orianna. That may insinuate no trust but she holds trust in Orianna but Elisa plays dirty. And as Ry steps into the personal space of the chatter she reaches for Orianna’s hand to bring it to her lips so that a soft kiss is enjoyed while Ry announces “We now may have that drink. So, if you are done, then we can arrange another glass of bubbly.”

“She is talking with me. We are not done either. Go play with someone who is in your little league. Leave me to do what needs to be done. ”

Lightening flashes in Ry but she contains it as she looks Elisa dead center in the eyes with lovingly saying, “Orianna, you are done. I am correct that you are. I am sure of it. Are you done, my beloved?”

And with that Orianna squeezes Ry`s hand too boldly reply, “Yes, my Domme. I was done even before she cornered me.”

This inspires instant cold, frigid radiates from Elisa as every muscle stiffened with her left eye twitching with anger as the command comes sharply. “I wouldn`t do that, my Pet. You are not leaving with the low-class whore. Not yet, no. You are mine.”

Coldness, bold frigid air floods this space in the corner. A temperature that may soon be hot with war but Ry gazes at Orianna who clasps Ry`s hand ever so tightly. The hand feels heavenly as it squeezes. Ry likes its power. In fact, in the growing wild sensations, loving emotions, and the knowledge of the history of the moment, Ry feels like lashing back to making statements. She feels inspired to display feelings that come from the hand holding. Oh yes, right here it may happen. Yet, calm still reigns the moment. And it is not even a peace due to her father`s demand of no public displays. Yet, Ry controls all of the ensuring desire, especially the one to make vengeance. She does it because of Orianna`s heartbeat flooding into her palm via the handholding. Thus, she does what needs to be done.

“Good night, Elisa. Please smile and try not to freeze to death.” Comes delivered through a warm smile with pulling Orianna in close to bring them walking away from the chilliness in the corner.

As they make a goodly distance toward the bar for a drinks Orianna whispers in Ry`s ear. “I love that coolness that has love in it. You are yummy.”

Ry stops to look at her, look into eyes that peer into her`s with a deep adoration. It brings smiles between them than a soft kiss to Orianna`s facial cheek as Ry squeezes her submissive's hand. “Only one little drink. I am exhausted and need to get home. We don`t need more of Eliza. And we have been here two hours."

Orianna continues gazing at her Domme as Ry turns attention toward the barkeeper who is busy with another party attendee. The other exists as one of the endless many crowding the bar area. The Cloud Bar rests on top of New York`s skyline and tends to be busy even if it is not a private party. Tonight the drinking establishment comes packed with members of the Justice system who celebrate the mayor`s birthday. So, some patients must exist and that allows Ry to further state,"Eliza won`t give up tonight. She comes here in hunting you with wanting revenge for the vengeance is easy to smell. It worries me so maybe you come home with me and sleep. No sex but sleep. That way you are not getting a visitor after I drop you off. That way I do not murder her by dawn.” Conveys Ry squeezing Orianna’s hand while leaning over bar`s counter to chat to with the barkeeper about two half glasses of German Riesling.

Drinks become achieved. They scoot along nicely tuck away into behind a group of men as they stand to look out at the New York skyline lit ablaze at night with billions of lights. They stand at the windows peering out and occasionally glancing at each other. With last slips done Ry pass the glasses to a Server Then they depart the bar. Hence, soon the night ends as Orianna and Ry rest in a silence in the back seat of the limo in heading toward the Victorian house. In the quiet of the traveling over the streets, Orianna breaks in with, “You mesmerize and make it all better. You bewilder. You made it excellent tonight. You left me in awe with holding my hand so well. In all honesty, I worship you for being so loving, especially being loving tonight.”

Ry continues lounging on the seat but she heard the compliment with it providing a bit of blushing to her. Yet, she says nothing. Nothing as she suddenly realizes something, something that comes as a theme during the past several days and especially during today. It arrives as a something when Orianna is spoken of. In fact, throughout their relationship, the term of hand-holding comes spoken in concern to Orianna. This provokes a deep resounding “Uhm, Uhm.” but nothing more for Ry`s tired mind and such is too interesting to not give it proper attention.

So it is more silence until the limo pulls up to the house. Upon stopping at the Victorian style house Ry and Orianna enter in.Each soon after climbs the stairs to enter the bedroom. In moments they disrobe with managing to get into bed. Immediately tiredness floods them and the need of sleep consume them both. Hence, sleep is found, dreamless sleep that leads to Orianna being well rested by dawn. Thus, she prepares a cold breakfast for Ry, sets out clothes and then tidies up before leaving a note in departing to her own home. Then two hours later Ry appreciates all of it when she wakes to begin a new day.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Arousing Ry (Chapter 11, Logically Love)

Office, yes the office and all the way to it creates more sleepiness within the listening to old time show tunes. Such creates an even less of a wanting to be awake. Soon salvation comes by way of departing the mid-sized sedan with doing parking in the underground parking garage of the building containing Masterson Architectural. Next, come lazy steps toward the elevator before ascending to the proper floor of the several stories of the office building. Upon getting to their destination Ry enters her office with listening to Jerome make a statement of the lunch meeting. A meeting in approximately two hours, two hours until lunch. Then as Jerome walks out with closing the office door Ry sits cozy leather chair desk with everything seeming so relaxed. This easily allows that much desired for a nap with no noise and much stillness until the two hours are nearly spent.

“Ryanne, darling.” comes softly spoken with a gentle nudging while Ry slumps over one of the two desks in her opulent well-organized corner office. “Wake up, we will be late.”

Such surprises Ry to create a sitting up within a slow waking. The black leather chair that belongs to the large modern metal black desk supports her as she tries to wake up. Her hands come to grip the desk that is covered in paper documents. She pushes them a bit to collide them against the laptop computer system and the various other work items. Doing so pushes over a framed picture of her mother and father with that collapsing on a stainless steel coffee cup before falling on a red rubber stress ball.

“Huh, wha..” Answers Ry within sleepiness while somewhat waking. “Sheila. Lunch. Wha...”

“Darling child, you must wake and come have lunch with me.” States Shelia with immediately taking to tidying up the mess. In doing so the older woman pushes a stainless steel cup aside that holds writing instruments. After which she readjust everything on the desk’s top and that includes the office`s phone system. Then with such complete, she once more supplies a soft nudging with saying, “We are going to your favorite pub and I am honestly famished. So no more sleepiness.”

“Yeah, okay Sheila. Yes, lunch, lunch at the pub. ” Replies Ry in attempting to shake off the sleepiness.

“Yes, lunch. We always have lunch during every third Tuesday of the month. That is we do if you are in the country.” Conveys Sheila who begins removing the dirty coffee cup to clean it as she further chats.“It is penciled in on your schedule book today with Jerome reminding you. He always does when you first come in.”

Then with a sigh of noticing the filthiness of Ry`s coffee cup, Shelia chastises of the messiness, “You will get sick if you do not clean your cups regularly. It shows that you need someone to care for you. The cup, the desk and you sleeping on it are awful. The lack of care shows, my dear. It does via this constant exhaustion from overload in life. You being worn out at out at thirty-two must be changed. The incident this morning must too.” Sheila claims to then shoot a chastising glance at the Ry over the tardiness with the messing up over a scheduled meeting. “So yes, let me care for you with us going to lunch to have a decent meal. Come on.”

Stirring into rising and standing Ryanne realizes that the lunch date interrupts a great sleep but it is lunch with Shelia. Thus, worth it and with a glance toward the older woman Ry grimaces in trying to understand how she is overloading her life. That, however, is a bit much upon first waking. So she chooses to figure it out later. For now, it`s dealing with promises and she truly knows she needs decent meal too and that brings proper responses.

”Sheila, I apologize for being tardy.” Comes conveyed as Ry`s mind slips into reality and she consciously finds her bearings. “You are correct. It is to the pub. We are late and so we will be late on returning but I have only one meeting very late this afternoon. I hope that your schedule is clear too and once I get my phone we can be off.”

“Yes, my dear, I know of your meeting. I have no meetings until then neither. So, no harm was done and maybe after lunch, you should rest here on your sofa. Your father isn’t here this week and the staff can handle most everything. Therefore, you must enjoy a decent meal with me before a secret nap until around six o’clock. Jerome will wake you in time. In fact, on the way out we give this cup to Jerome for cleaning and he already suspects that you will nap later.”

“You know that you mother me, right!” States Ry after summing up the past several moment's events. In doing so she wants to make sure that Sheila knows that the mothering that is happening is feeling strong and that somehow it is still an okay thing. “Okay stuff, yes it is and thanks to you for caring.”

“Yes, I do. There is no plan to stop either. It is what your mother would want. She would want you around women who can love you for you. She loved you more than any of you three children. And, that is because you are the most like your father. That you already know. You also are aware that she loved him as though he is God. Of course, that is definitely untrue. My goodness, and it is far from true.”

Ry looks at Sheila already knowing such. Yet, she does not stop Sheila from rambling on as they head out into Jerome`s office. Ryanne instead merely sighs within recognizing that Sheila simply needs to do this and honestly it isn’t going to kill Ry to hear it for the billionth time. So as they pass through Jerome`s office Sheila supplies the dirty cup with him cheekily grinning when with accepting it in whimsically conveying, “Tata, you two. See you tomorrow boss and have a whiskey for me. Thanks for the chat Sheila and will do that for you as we discussed. Thanks for the cup. She hoards them and won`t allow clean ones.”

Ryanne raises an eyebrow over the sudden sensation that more than one person is mothering her in many ways and that a conspiracy seems afoot in concern to her. “Uhm, you two can be whipped if you are up to no good.”

Jerome chuckles to grin in stating, “Oh, you tease me. You are only turning me on when you talk like that. And honey, next Tuesday we can do lunch with your whip. Just you and me, and the naughty dreams that I possess.”

Ry suddenly feels something is getting weird as she shuttles a cold glance toward him before passing through the door into the hallway. As she does Sheila slips by her within conveying, “You can tease him later but he loves you and so do I. So, come enjoy a healthy meal with me and let us P.A.`s take care of the firm for the Masterson family. We usually do it any ways. So, follow the unwritten rules, Ms. Masterson. If you don`t then I am feeding you cookies until bloating happens.” Comes supplied with a stern warning stare into Ry`s eyes before they both enter into the elevator with Shelia giggling.

With both women in the metal box, it soon takes them to the lobby, which eventually they make way into sitting in a booth seat at the Ry`s favorite pub after a taxi shuttles them there. Service is good and they each enjoy a fine lunch of seafood, well-aged whiskey and the atmosphere of a busy pub.

As both women sit listening to music the lunchtime clientele mixes about the area making general noise while Ry quietly lounges in the seat. Sheila, on the other hand, provides casual chat of office gossip. Which is the usual, just as Ry sort of listening is customary. She comprehends that Sheila keeps it all not too gossipy. For Ry dislikes all the social crap of being part of the office life. Thus, it kind of annoys Ry. Yet, she knows that office social life is very much a part of Sheila`s life. And it comes in ways of Sheila mothering everyone with most everybody liking her because of it. Therefore, as Ry listens she understands the massive network of it all and ponders the truth of how much Sheila truly does operate Masterson Architectural.

In fact, such even exist when Ry’s mother lived. Those in the know do allege that Sheila always subsists as the matriarch of the family business and can handle Ry`s father better than any woman on Earth. This is somewhat true and so yes, the earlier mentioning of Sheila and the office P.A.s running the show comes as honesty. After all, the entire staff almost pays homage to Sheila with all the staff seeming to be under her direct command. This is even though Ry`s father thinks he runs everything. With that thought Ry queries, ”Sheila, why do you care for us Mastersons so very much?”

Sheila instantly flashes her eyes of brown up into Ryanne`s green ones. Sheila does not stir as she gently sits the dining utensils down on the tabletop. Without a doubt, a sharp pause exists within a silence and then with eye contact perfect, “You tell me, Ryanne Lea. Please, do tell me why I love every one of you. Tell me why this family is loved by a simple woman who has nothing but a desk for forty years and has a meager life.”

Ryanne looks at her; she peers into those eyes that shine of nothing but love. A love that has a need to have a young woman answers this question. And that beings Ry swallowing hard as she stares there for the love in those eyes is powerful. It is too much to comprehend with it having Ry look away and being rapidly breathless of its potency.

“No! Look in them. Please, look at me, Ryanne Lea. Come now. Come see what life truly is. Look at me and tell me what you see in me. Give me the answers that you seek. I am here holding your hand. So seek!”

With another rough swallowing and gasping for breath Ryanne deeply feels unsettled in her soul. She quakes into fidgeting with her dining utensils to then stutter. “Shelia.”

“What, Ryanne Lea? What is it, my dear lil one?” arrives in warm tones holding great patience within a willingness to push onward no matter what happens next.

“Sheila, please!” comes in great discomfort and then awkwardness of uncontrollable things as Ry feels cornered in a public place while discussing love.

“No!” Sheila sternly calms within kind-heartedness. “No, you may not wall this up into collected coolness and avoidance. You will answer this and everything that is going to occur during our chat today.” With that Shelia reaches to enjoy a sip of the whiskey from her tumbler to afterward smile before continuing on with. “Child, it is time. We both know it is. Your mother even knew you would need to, just as your father needed it once.”

“Huh?” slips from Ryanne who watches while hearing the chat even though she dislikes the sensations that flood her. She doesn’t` like it for a foreboding of facing something exists.

So, yes, somehow the chat seems like a destiny. Possibly not one she wants but she accepts it. Yet, fear in a panic comes too. So she tells herself maybe it is a must to live through this moment of what exists as strong emotions. She knows it and added the idea of running from facing destiny isn’t her thing either. Instead, she knows that thinking is ‘her thing’. Thinking and keeping life all nicely bound in limits while facing all that comes her way in life. Nonetheless, restrictions always subsist when feelings come into play. Feelings provide chaos for her. Chaos and trouble unless it is lust. And today, no lust but true feelings, and love feelings at that.

Therefore another “Huh?” comes about Sheila`s chat of the family. Shelia`s love is not questioned but an off the topic mentioning of her father is an oddity. So, Ry grasp on to it for that provides no sharing of her feelings. Thus, she blurts out, “Father did what?”

“Yes, he did this once. Much like you, he swears that lust and power are everything a human needs. He claims that love is for fools.” And with conveying such Sheila smiles to once more enjoy a drink before waiting for an interruption by Ryanne but no comes, so she continues. “You do adhere to that life philosophy. You push it quite well into being your truth. Yet, you need to know a different slant on the truth. This is so that it can balance out what you think is true.”

Ry glances at her as though things are getting a bit cryptic, but Ry remains quiet for she has that sense that a lecture or something similar exists. Which isn’t unusual in her life and she tends to survive them, whether those come from her father or Sheila or Cory. So, she listens with being respectful to her elders.

”You do, my Lil One.” Reasserts Sheila knowing that Ry expects a lecture with Ry`s mind drifting into a sort of not listening. Hence, Sheila`s voice tone changes to telling a story.

“Lee, he sits one day telling me of this gorgeous woman whom he cannot get out of his thoughts. He sees her walking the grounds of a government complex that he renovates. He follows her because something inside tells him to. Every day this beautiful brunette of green eyes comes out to sit in the shade of an apple tree to enjoy her lunch. He watches her do it. He does this daily for three entire months of his working at renovations. He follows her like a lost puppy to survey her and he does not say a word to her. He then takes me to lunch the last day that he works at the job. He tells me of it all and then he says, “What is with that, Sheila? Tell me the truth of why she haunts me.”

Ry seems uncomfortable of the story but she remains spellbound with Sheila noting such. This provides Shelia to nudge a fork toward Ryanne. “Eat and listen. You are too skinny and you will die of hunger if you stop eating good food.”

Ry bullets a cold stare that brings the further response of, “Eat! And listen!” This comes in stern discourse from Sheila who sips another bit of whiskey. “As you know, your father and I are childhood friends. Just as you know that the woman in the tale is your beloved mother.”

Ryanne softly replies, “Yes, I know it is my mommy.”

Sheila then smiles seeing love briefly sparkles in green eyes that usually lack tender feelings. Then Sheila continues with the chat. “Lea avoids love but he knows when it`s time to love. That is even if he never loved anyone before your mother. He feels he has no need to love and he pushes himself into that he can`t. He believes that being a self-made man and existing in a cold militia styled way of living is what should be. In his youth, he never intended for a family of his own or for love in his life but he has it all. He is a well-accomplished self-made man and proud to be living as he is.”

Ry listens even though she already knows it all. So she gives her attentions but she is not catching what is coming and then it comes full throttle. “I know that you respect their love and respect him. I know this and so do you. So, Ryanne Lea, you are capable of relenting and allowing love. He is. He does it daily with loving you, children. When doing that he knows that you can love too for he looks at you with daily seeing him in you. He loves more than most people and he recognizes that he thinks that he cannot love anyone. Yet, he loves you three children, plus he loves Cory and me with all his heart and mind.”

Ry squirms about how it often feels like no love coming from him but yes; it is the truth that her father loves her and her siblings. Plus, he loves Cory too, and he respects Sheila more than anyone in his life. Ry isn’t sure why of it all being that way, but her father does claim such. Along with that, Ryanne always somehow knew that her father carries issues about love and the showing of it. Thus, with a deep sigh, she remains more attentive even though this brings powerful emotion with chaotic thoughts. Therefore, she stirs a bit within the seat for disrespecting this woman is never an option in life. Yet, Ry feels the need to leave the chat over this discomfort of talking about feelings and seriously loving anyone.

“Jane understood that too. Your mother comprehended that you love. You love even though you close off your heart. I too know that it is true that you love others.“ convey Sheila in reaching across the table to finger touch the right hand of Ryanne as she states, “It is time to love, dear child. Time to release into letting someone else love you just as your parents do love you. There is no need to fear that you are losing love, for you cannot lose what you freely give. When we give love then it returns to the giver in abundant ways. Love is like that.”

Sheila stops everything to allow Ry to slip away from her hand for Shelia feels nervousness filling Ryanne as Ry `s eyes beg to not endure more but more must come. Then when Ry pulls away she continues. “You think that Jane stopped loving you when she died, It is why you hold her so tight with claiming not to love anyone. Yet, Jane still creates a whole circle of love and family to care for you. It is a world of safe people for you to love if you choose to love. Which you do love your family and care of your inner circle but you openly deny it. However, your mother made sure you could love, that you could if you wished to. She managed it before she succumbed to her afterworld.”

“Sheila, please.” sorrowfully whispers Ry with finally not being okay with listening to what comes as this sharing.

“No, Lil One, listen. Your mother knew everything about everything in your father`s life. She understood the business set up at the firm. Jane recognized my intense presence in the firm that leads me to also be a family member and your second mother. Jane additionally comprehended all that can be in each of your lives as you each grew. She made you safe, Ryanne Lea. Safe enough to love her forever and let go of the pain. You have always been protected and wrapped within a love that she knows that you are capable of returning to anyone. We all know that you do love and that you wish to share it.”

Ryanne begins to rise up but then suddenly states, “Mother. Humph.” Next, she stares at Sheila as though the conversation is all crazy. “Mother, yes she loves me. I know she does but what does that have to do with why you love all of us?”

Shelia coldly glares at Ry as though it`s a hard head that gets drilled into today. So, she sharply states, “Because I am selfish. I am the most self-centered woman on Earth in concern to love. I am, and it is I, me giving love in hope that it returns to me. I love for I enjoy giving it. I do it because I have a loving circle of family and friends that need it. There is a world of love that I can soak up because an entire existence drinks in every ounce of my love. It does for we all need to love and be loved. So, sweetheart, I am greedy of love. I am selfish in every degree and I do think that you too may need to be selfish about it also. So, it is time to find her, time to hold her hand and time to not be driving you into exhaustion with fighting it. You live life in ways that only rip you down. It must stop! You must see how much you need love and do love others.”

Yes, Ry sits back down upon hearing the tone and words. She does for if she continues to stand up she may fall down from the explosion of emotion coming at her. It is emotion coming packaged in logic. Logical thinking and emotions in a union are like a fucked up mutant existence that Ry surely never understands but yet somehow this time it makes sense. So, out slides “Ah, I see.”

Sheila now watches thing closely with being quiet as Ryanne next stammers, “You love me because I love you.”

“Yes, my dear one.” Does arrive in a soft knowing reply.

Ryanne looks up into those brown eyes that she mostly avoids but now she must look in them. ”You say that I love you even though you say that I think that I can’t.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” Smiles Sheila with seeing the hard-headedness vanishing.

“Uhm, yes, I do think it’s not okay and it. Uhm.” It becomes quiet but there is endless sound inside of Ryanne. Silence for the pain of chaos swims within and she is facing this destiny that comes hard to her

“It does hurt Ryanne Lea but she still loves you. You love her more than anyone in life. But she wants you to love others too. ” Coaxes Shelia as she waits.

“Yes, that is the truth. Mother loves me but, uhm.”

Emotion and logic could not be wilder within Ry at this moment. So she questions all the rest of the chat as she tries sorting it into logic. Somehow she holds a control as it all turns into a sacred epiphany. This builds stillness, along with more control of it all as chaos comes bound to have her heart sing, ‘Come find me. I am waiting.’

Sheila looks at Ry through it all with almost seeming to see the internal gears turning. She realizes that the mechanisms in that intellect of Ryanne whirl at full speed to clear the chaos within needing to understand emotion. Yet, it is more than that which Shelia views. For she knows that for the first time Ryanne releases the grip on a locked heart while letting her mother`s love create more love in life.

“Shelia!” quietly utters Ry within a calmness as she reaches to touch the other woman`s hand.

“Yes, my child?” arrives in sharing a smile.

“I think that you have a good idea about that. I believe you are very selfish and I think that maybe I am gonna be selfish too. Maybe it is time.” Ry sums up in understanding things with maybe allowing the wholeness of the chat to begin its working within her.

She accepts it because honestly, it comes from, Sheila. Plus, Ry holds thoughts about the dream that she experienced during the night. Logically speaking her two mothers tell of the same thing on the same day. So, maybe Ry needs to give this love thing a try. After all, the lust thing only gets her crap like Payton and women trying to dominate her while her bed remains empty and he heart still loves even though has rules to not do that.

“Love, so yeah. I get it. Okay. Maybe.” S flows out in still pondering everything.

“Yes, I know” States Sheila with taking another sip of whiskey in furthering her reply with. “Now, eat all of your lunch before we head back to the office. We both can be busy relaxing since your father isn’t here this week to be dictatorial. Which is not a real change of things for like I mentioned we all know that I run the show at the firm anyway.”

Ry stares into those eyes a minute more with knowing that Sheila is the glue in the Masterson family. Thus, a minor giggle as dining utensils arrives in hands with the meal continuing onward.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Arousing Ry (Chapter 10, A Hand To Hold)

The night manages to be less interesting as the drink splatter on the wall and shattered glass hit the floor. It comes as shocking for Ryanne never loses her coolness. She never steps outside the self-control but it is time to do just that. She can feel it occurring too. It abides in her very soul. Yet, she cannot allow that to exist. It can`t for losing her temper irritates. It pushes her anger higher. Thus, as it fills her Ry sinks to her knees on the floor with leaning against the sofa.

That permits her eyes to slowly close due to weariness within wooziness. Yet, anger boils within her. Finally, the breaking point reaches a maximum in her life. Her life`s seams do bulge to want to erupt for everything comes harder lately. Life is exhaustion with endless frustration over women and being too tired to hold the reigns of everything for everyone. She knows that she had dreams. Loving dreams. She wanted more than sex, parties, working endless hours and this life that seems to always push her limits. Within those spinning thoughts the eyes of green slowly close to gradually allow the night to pass.

In that sleeping, a mixture of drunken dreams and life thoughts flood her subconscious to create an interesting dream. It is one so vivid that it feels real and has Ry believe that she is awake and living life. In it sees her beloved mother who smiles at her. It radiates has beautiful happiness and Ry feels surrounded by love. Within this lilting paradise of a dream, Ry is spellbound with merely watching her mother who is more than iconic to Ry. Then within it comes whispers of, “My baby girl it`s okay. You will understand. It is okay and maybe it`s time to hold a new hand.”

Ry doesn’t understand but she doesn’t need to. The woman that endlessly holds her heart seems so real in this moment. Thus, she wants to live this with having that unconditional love once more to exist in her life. And within that, she smiles in saying, “I love you.”

“Yes, you do my darling. But Ry let it go. Floated it away. Feel, feel the things that you need to. Stop hurting you. Release everything and let the love in for love must come in for it to be known. To know the depths and conditions of love you must let love in.” Softly shares her mother with caressing Ry`s facial cheek as she then continues, “You are most like him. He too couldn’t let go of many things. But he did it for me. He did and we had joy. Now you too must let go, let go of me to see what is really there. It waits for you, you are ready if you dare to reach to trust.”

“No, no. I will not let you go. You are love.” Solidly conveys Ry with wanting to hold the love feelings forever.

The phantasm smiles sweetly as she pulls Ry over to be against her within the dreams. Thus, there are two sets of green eyes staring and sharing the love as the phantasm allows Ry to feel all of what is floating around them. This brings the phantasm to say, “Beautiful isn’t it, this love that you have for me. It is filled with trust, kindness, openness and a bond so strong that neither of us ever dared to leave it. I needed it. You needed it. We endured many lessons and held strong. Someone in your life will do that for you if you let him or her in. But you must let me go. You must allow her a chance. It is the only way that you fail, you fail if you do not give her a chance.”

Ry instantly begins to round up a reply of refusing such things but then the phantasm sternly says, “Trust me. Just once more, one more time, just trust once more. Please, trust me.”

Ry is speechless for that tone is something that must be respected but she manages a soft-spoken reply of, “No”.

The phantasm kisses Ry`s left cheek to whisper, “She waits for you and you are loved by me but reach for her.”

Suddenly Ry comes shaken out of the dream with this permitting no reply. The being pulled from the dream comes from falling forward in the leaning against the sofa. Her drunken stupor, while she kneels there in the living room of her house, creates a thud and an awakening that greatly not wanted. Hence it gifts anger and her sprawled on the floor.

“Goddamn!” arrives with an accompaniment of groans as Ry adjusts to reality. Then she feels the lingering of the love feelings that are for her mother and she smiles but moans of the pains that she feels from falling. “Mother. Love.”

The following moment's mix with haze, and upset with a wanting of the dream to return. Yet, Ry knows that is craziness. So she groans more within trying to sit erect. Once it`s accomplished she slowly brings herself to stand up with trying to get past the groggy drunkenness so that she can somehow find her bed. However, no bed comes. She merely tumbles to the sofa and passes out into a drunken sleep that is dreamless.

Several hours later she once more is awakened with the time being mid morning the next day. This time a no falling to the floor exists but a solid nudging with a very strong voice tone comes heard from Jerome. “Boss, your sexy ass should have been at work three hours ago. A big meeting first thing at seven and no one showed to handle the firm’s newest high profile client. You missed it. It won’t go well if daddy finds out. I reschedule for this afternoon and fixed it but you missed it. Get to shower and I will drive us to into work.”

To say that Ry woke fast definitely exist as the truth. Ry hears it all, all of what Jerome conveys. She does it while trying to adjust her sitting with scrambling to be coherent within a definite painful hangover. The pain of it forces her eyes closed as she thinks that she lives in hell, utter hell and nothing seems okay. But Jerome provides solace as he lovingly pats her lap in stating, “Come on, sexy. I am taking you upstairs to the shower. You undress and clean up. I will get the clothes. You must get to the office immediately for someone must be there to just be there. Your father may call if the new client connects to him. But you can have a nap for I canceled all of the scheduled meetings, all but two meetings. The one with the new client is at the day`s end. Then there is your usual monthly lunch date.”

Ry moans about it all but she knows that she has duties. Within the dream and the night must be set aside. So both are left in past as she accepts the offer of Jerome`s hand to help her stand up. Soon both of them walk up the stairs with Jerome chattering on about the new client and expectations. As they reach the top of the steps Jerome says, “Ya know, you are damn lucky to have sexy ass bitch of a guy like me to take such great care of you. You should give me a raise, yeah a raise with maybe an extra half hour for lunch each day.”

Ry snickers of that with turning toward her bedroom to go for the shower as Jerome then states, “I almost forgot but your sweetheart called today too. She worried about you.”

That brings Ry opt sudden halt to be cursing. “Fucking, Payton. What is the fuck is she up to now.”

But before Ry can say more Jerome sternly interrupts, “ Hush. It was Orianna wondering of dinner availability for tonight. She mentioned something about hand-holding at a business dinner at eight. She must have a date. Something about a former girlfriend and needing to not be single. ”

“Oh!” Claims Ry feeling stupefied.

“Yes, your sweetheart.” Claims Jerome who moves to collect a clean silk shirt, lace under garments and a pair of dress slacks for Ry while he rambles and Ry heads into the master bathroom that is a part of the master bedroom. “ Your Ori need you because you are the only one who can make a date seem like she is married. Which I agree with her for you two are so much an old married couple that it’s crazy. So, I penciled you in. After all, you need some serious fun and she always brings you happiness with a spot of naughty love.”

Ry grumbles of the love word as she tosses off clothes with turning on the shower before entering into it. Then once inside, she shouts, “Okay. I will go. But, I need to know details. “

Jerome laughs of the reply as he shouts back. “You didn`t have a choice.”

Then while collecting the last of the clothing items he walks to the bathroom door to lean against it to further share. “I decided for you. And your clothes are your new black flared trousers, the leather vest with brass clasps, the linen colored bolero shirt that I gave you and those heeled black leather boots that you like. Casual but upscale. I will have it ready by eight. Plus, the limo picks you both up with a pink sweetheart rose in the car. Just in case you wish to be Romeo.”

Ry hears it all. She expected nothing less for Jerome is that amazing person that she needs in her life in the exact ways that Jerome exists in her life. But as she reaches for a towel she needs to clarify something. “ She is not my sweetheart. I only hold her hand and occasionally fuck her because I am her Dominant.”

“Maybe.” Retorts Jerome as Ry walks past him with still being mostly wet but quickly towels off to get dressed.

“No maybe about it. I do not do love. “Comes in form clarification

Jerome laughs at such to then claim “Maybe.”

Ry turns to face him with getting on her pants to then sternly stare him down. Jerome smirks of it to afterward walk over to peer into Ry`s eyes in powerfully stating, “She has been with you for as long as I have. Everyone knows that she loves you. She fixes you when you are broke and you allow it all too.”

“I do not!” fiercely conveys Ry with turning away to finish dressing.

“Okay then”, sums up Jerome with a concern of getting them both into the office but more must be said to “Okay, it is as you say. But no other woman can call you like she did today. You do not allow. In fact, the hand holding that she asked about, you do it with her. You do it with Orianna even when you are with another woman at a function. You, in fact, seek her out and find a reason to hold her hand.” With that that Jerome finishes chatting with a sigh shared in saying, “Kind of weird and it is as you say. Maybe, eh. But hey, we are late. Time to get in the car. Meet you there.”

Thus, he leaves the room and the house without waiting for more from Ry. Yet, Ry stands mid room fully dressed in being puzzled by it all and more exhausted than ever while trying to stop the hangover from spinning within her senses.

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 fairy tale 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 the trying. Such may be a good idea since too many tumblers of vodka bring the understanding that happiness doesn’t exist. Neither is that concept of love and with that being Ry`s thought as she looks at her own 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.”

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