Page 16 of Caged
She raised one eyebrow. “Let’s see what you can do then, Mistress.”
Without a word, I strode forward and pushed her legs apart. Gripping the crotch of her panties, I pulled it away from her pussy, used my fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, then roughly shoved the fabric of the crotch inside her seam.
Janie gasped in surprise, her pupils wide with excitement.
“Bend your knees,” I ordered.
The movement tilted her pelvis. Gripping either side of her underwear, I began sliding the fabric back and forth in her channel. The tightness of the fabric limited the range of motion, but it was enough to give her some rough friction that made her breath speed up.
When I was dying for some friction of my own, I pushed her legs straight and lowered myself on top of her, her thigh between mine, my upper body braced on my forearms. Leaning down, I kissed Janie deeply as I started to grind against her. I dug my toes in the fabric of the chaise as I slid up and down her body, getting myself off on her thigh while my own leg twisted to rub against the fabric covering Janie’s clit.
My girl rolled her pelvis, sliding up to meet my thigh as we ground against each other. I was getting close fast, probably because I’d wanted this woman for what felt like forever. I changed positions slightly, adding more of my weight on top of her, and shifted my hand until I was cupping her throat. Her eyes widened as I gave her a little squeeze, just enough to let her know who was in charge.
“Fuck!” she gasped, and then Janie was shuddering beneath me, riding the waves of her pleasure, and rubbing her pussy harder against my thigh. I ground down on her, giving her allmy weight and pressing my bare pussy against Janie’s thigh so hard I half expected her to slip inside me.
I felt a jolt run down my spine, then my breath was catching in my throat as my orgasm hit me hard, making me shake and cry out as I came all over her leg.
“Janie!”
I could feel my wetness between our flesh as I ground and shuddered and panted through my own release. We continued rubbing our legs and pussies against each other, prolonging our pleasure.
We were both still recovering from our intense orgasms when we heard the knock on the door telling us that our time in the room was just about done.
Reluctantly I levered up to my hands and knees, hovering over Janie and staring at her until she met my eyes.
“I win,” I whispered, giving her a smile. “I made you come without taking off your panties.”
“Hopefully we both win,” she replied, much to my surprise.
I pushed up to my knees, slipped off the chaise, and reached for her hand. “How about we have that dinner now?”
“I’m going to need you to be patient with me,” she said, staring at the floor. “Let’s have dinner and see how things go. We’ll go from there.”
“There’s no rush, Janie. We have our whole lives to love each other.”
Her eyes shot up to mine, her gaze searching. “Love?”
I nodded. I knew how I felt, but I was pretty sure that Janie felt the same. I could see it in her eyes even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.
“I fell for you the minute I laid eyes on you,” I said honestly. “And if you haven’t figured it out already, I’m not a person who is super emotional. That’s how I knew my feelings for you were real. But you’re also going to need to be patient with me.”
“How so?”
“I’ll say the wrong thing. Miss social cues. Get so wrapped up in my work that I forget to come home for dinner. And...well, most people think I’m cold and insensitive. Rude even, although I don’t intend to be.”
Janie slid her hands around my neck, looking into my eyes for a long moment.
“There was nothing cold about you when you were grinding your pussy against my thigh,” she said, giving me a warm look. “And if you miss something or say the wrong thing, I’ll tell you. How about that?”
“What if I forget to come home for dinner?”
“I’ll have to spank you, I guess.”
I laughed.
“Hey! I’m supposed to be the dominatrix here,” I reminded her with a smile.
“How about you just be my girlfriend instead?” she asked.
