Switch: Under Her Belt

Scarlet Skies thought she knew desire until the night she walked into Dee Williams's bedroom. Older lovers had crossed her mind before, but they stayed polite, safe. Dee didn't do polite. From the first kiss she took control, and Scarlet felt something inside her crack wide open. Dee sat on the edge of the bed, patted her thigh, and Scarlet bent over her lap without argument. The first slap landed sharp. Heat bloomed across bare skin, then another smack and another, steady rhythm that left her gasping. She counted under her breath until Dee stopped and slid two fingers straight into her, deep, knuckle-deep, curling hard. Scarlet jerked. Dee laughed low and held her down. Soon Scarlet's wrists were pinned to the mattress with silk scarves, legs spread so wide the cool air stung. Dee's mouth traveled from throat to nipples to the soaked ache between her thighs, biting softly, then harder. She slid three fingers inside this time, pumping until Scarlet's back arched clear off the sheets. Every thrust dragged a raw sound out of her, and Dee kept a steady grip on her hair, whispering exactly what came next. When Dee finally rolled Scarlet onto her stomach and took her from behind, the orgasm that hit was loud, messy, almost painful in its force. Scarlet lay shaking, wrists still tied, slick and sore and smiling like she'd found something she'd been chasing for years.