Page 6 of Her Patron
“What is it?” There went theCall Me Mistressair around the woman Sette found herself with that night. “No? Ah, I went too far, didn’t I? Usually, women like that.”
Sette absentmindedly rubbed the place where Miquela’s mouth had been. She did not shrug that arm off her. If anything, she liked another person’s touch so close to her. “I admit, it was pretty hot,” she said.
“So…?”
Sette’s fingers were caught in a tiny tangle in her hair. “I’m not usually into it, though.”
“Yes, I recall. And I’m not usually your type, either.”
“Suppose not.”
Miquela withdrew her arm. Did that mean she also withdrew her invitation? “Then what is it that you want? Why did you come to my place, knowing this?”
It was curiosity, not an accusation.I bet I’m everything she likes.Sette was femme and aloof. She was practically butch bait in the right situation, much to her romantic chagrin. But Miquela was all straight lines, short hair, andsomehow, Ialways end up on top.Sette craved curves, luscious long hair, and…
June. June was her type.Forever lost in the carnal cave that is the recess between her thighs…How many times had she painted that by now?
“For sex,” Sette said.
“Funny. That’s why I invited you.”
“But you should know something about me.” Sette fussed with her hair, pushing it back behind her ears before fluffing it over her shoulders again. “I don’t take orders in bed.”
“Oh?” Miquela’s interest was piqued. “Do you give them, instead?”
Sette narrowed her eyes. “With my mouth, yes.”
“Well… I mean… of course…”
“Not with words.”
Miquela’s attention snapped back to Sette’s face, as if she saw a new woman standing there. “Interesting.”
“You seem much the type that wants to take a femme into her bed and fuck her all night.”
“I’m flushed by your sweet words.”
“But maybe that femme gets to fuck you as well.”
“I like it when things are egalitarian. Very French.”
Sette rolled her eyes. “I’m not your toy.”
“Didn’t think you were.”
“I’ll do things to your pussy you didn’t know were possible.”
Miquela grinned. “Stop. My bedroom’s right there. You’re killing me.”
Crossing her arms, Sette approached Miquela, remembering how handsy she had been only a moment before.If I let her follow her instincts, I’ll be the pillow princess tonight.That was fun for about five minutes. And Sette wanted to have funall night.
At the very least, she needed a good story to tell June later.
“It might do you some good,” Sette said, daring to pull Miquela’s blouse out of her pants and feeling up the warm skin beneath, “to get on your back.”
Miquela’s eyes widened even more. “Maybe I should give you that hair clasp back.”
“Yes.” Sette flicked Miquela’s nose before walking back to the credenza, where she picked up her metal clasp and pulled her hair on top of her head. It wouldn’t be as neat as before, but it got the job done. And made it easier for her to pull down her dress zipper and let the whole thing spill to the floor. “I always work better with my hair away from my face.”
