To Please My Mistress
When Melody finds her dream job as assistant to the wealthy and powerful TV chief Elisade Vere, the last thing she expects is to fall in love. But when Sade offers to train her as a submissive, there is only one answer she can possibly give.
Warning: This 7,000-word erotic story contains graphic hot lesbian sex between two gorgeous TV executives and is unsuitable for under-18s More
When Melody finds her dream job as assistant to the wealthy and powerful TV chief Elisade Vere, the last thing she expects is to fall in love. But there's something about the enigmatic Sade that makes Melody want to please and obey her beautiful Mistress, and when Sade offers to train her as a submissive, there is only one answer she can possibly give.
Warning: This 7,000-word first installment of the Melody and Her Mistress series contains graphic descriptions of hot lesbian sex between two gorgeous TV executives and is not for under-18s or the faint-hearted.
Sade sat down next to me and I inhaled the heady scent of her perfume: woodsmoke, vanilla and frangipani.
She lifted her glass and said: "To the best assistant I've ever had."
"But I've only worked for you for a week," I protested, secretly ecstatic.
"I know, but I'm lucky to have found someone who's not only clued up about the industry but super-smart and super-committed."
I was blushing now. She was sitting so close that I could feel her body heat, and it was making me feel all kinds of horny.
"Please don't let this be happening to me," I thought. "What if she can tell I'm attracted to her."
But then the most amazing thing happened. She raised her hand softly to my cheek and said so quietly that I had to lean forward to catch what she was saying, "And as well as being smart, you're cute as well."
The touch of her hand on my cheek was electric and, almost without realizing what was happening, I reached out and covered it with my own hand.
Her face was close to mine, so close that I could see the fine lines around her beautiful brown eyes. And then suddenly my lips found hers, tentatively at first. She tasted of martini and lime and sugar and although I had never kissed a woman before and I didn't know what to expect, her smooth skin and soft lips, so much like my own, were an amazing turn-on.
I heard the chink as she put her glass down on the side table and buried her fingers in my hair, kissing me more deeply now. I parted my lips and our tongues touched briefly before I pulled away from her and stared at her in confusion.
"I'm... I'm sorry," she muttered, looking away. "I misunderstood..."
"No, no, it's fine." I was babbling to cover my confusion, but I needed to buy time for myself. All kinds of conflicting emotions were running through my mind, not least the thought that this wildly inappropriate behavior, no matter who had initiated it, would probably end up costing me the job that I loved so much.
But overriding everything was the primal reaction to her kiss, which had left me gasping for breath in more ways than one. There was no way of going back from this, I reasoned, so I might as well go with it.
I took both her hands in mine, leaned forward and planted my lips on hers, giving her the sweetest, longest kiss ever, and she responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer so I could feel the softness and strength of her body pressed against mine.
Our tongues writhed together and I couldn't believe how perfect it felt, how unlike kissing a stubbly guy.
I broke off the kiss to murmur into her ear: "I haven't done this before. Show me."
She responded by lightly nibbling at my ear while her hand traveled down my front, skimming my breasts and lightly stroking my thigh through the light fabric of my dress.
The gentleness of her touch was making all my pleasure receptors fire on maximum and I groaned as I realized how wet I was getting - and how much I had wanted this moment.
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