“Yes, Miss Matthews.”

  Sandy keeps her lips slightly parted, and as the whip strikes her between her thighs, they widen further with a moaning scream.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Paige loves hearing Sandy curse in her sweet slight Southern twang. She thinks it’s absolutely adorable and sexy.

  Paige repeats the strike between her thighs on her pussy, then strikes her breasts, then strikes her ass, all in a quick succession. Sandy’s chest begins to heave with the gasps and her pleasure. Paige spends a couple of minutes changing the patterns and intensity, alternating between the parts of her body she knows won’t be seen in her work clothes, and alternates between a teasing tickle to a firm, scream-inducing whipping. But she keeps every strike at an appropriate firmness for the body part being aroused as to not cause damaging pain. She only wants to give Sandy pleasure.

  After putting the flogger away, she unties Sandy’s arms to help her stand and lead her to the bed, still blindfolded.

  While patting Sandy’s pink striped ass, she says, “Climb up and lay on the center of the bed with your arms above your head.”

  Sandy awkwardly obeys, and Paige climbs up to tie her wrists to the headboard with a length of black silk. She straddles Sandy’s hips, and as she pinches Sandy’s nipples hard, she thrusts her hips down against her pelvis, grinding their wet lips and swollen clits together.

  Their breathing quickly escalates, mixed with small moans from both of them and the occasional scream from Sandy as Paige pinches her nipples hard. Sandy cums before Paige, but as her lover screams and writhes in ecstasy under her, Paige finally allows her orgasm to burst. She lays down on top of Sandy and while she fully kisses her, she takes her silk blindfold off.

  As she pulls away and Sandy opens her beautiful eyes, both women smile and Paige lightly kisses her lips again.

  “Thank you, Miss Matthews. That was incredible.”

  “You’re welcome, Sandy. I’m going to leave you tied to the bed a bit longer. I like you like this.”

  Sandy giggles as she blushes, and admits, “I like me like this too.”

  “Good, I’m glad. How are you feeling? Are you sore at all?”

  “I wouldn’t describe it as sore. It’s more like I’m more sensitive in certain places. But I really like it. It feels good. I have never been whipped like that before.”

  “You took it beautifully. Don’t worry – your markings will only last a few days at most; they’re not permanent.”

  With a grin, Sandy wraps her legs around the backs of Paige’s thighs, and affectionately says, “I wasn’t worried, Miss Matthews, but thank you for trying to put me at ease.”

  Paige traces a fingertip across Sandy’s lips, back and forth, then slowly pushes two fingers over her lips, past her teeth, and over Sandy’s tongue that has eagerly extended outward. Sandy closes her mouth around Paige’s fingers and sucks them as her tongue begins to twist around and caress them. Paige pumps her fingers in and out of Sandy’s mouth very slowly for a minute, and as soon as she extracts them, she pushes her hand between Sandy’s thighs and parts her slit.

  “You are dripping wet, Sandy. Did sucking on my fingers turn you on?”

  Grinning with her bottom lip between her teeth, she nods, and breathily coos, “Yes, Miss Matthews.”

  Paige glides two fingers over her clit, circles it a few times, then as she dips inside of her, she envelops Sandy’s bottom lip, sucking it and tugging on it with her teeth for a few moments. Sandy’s eyes are closed in pleasure and her arms are tense, tightening the silk tied around her wrists and the black slatted headboard.

  Paige releases her lip, thrusts deep inside Sandy, causing her to groan, then asks, “Would you like to get away with me this weekend?”

  Sandy’s parted moaning mouth smiles, and she breathes out, “Yes, Miss Matthews.”

  Paige traces her tongue across Sandy’s lips, and whispers, “Good. We’ll leave Friday after work. I hope you don’t mind flying.”

  She moans and shudders from her pleasure, and between gasping breaths, Sandy asks, “Where are we going?”

  “Miami, Florida.”

  Sandy’s moaning lips smile again, but as she begins to climax, her head tilts back with a sharp cry of pleasure. After her moans and spasms indicate Sandy’s reeling from aftershocks, Paige pulls her hand from between her thighs and kisses her lips. She grabs one end of the silk restraining Sandy’s hands, and with a firm tug, the silk comes loose and Sandy immediately wraps her arms around Paige.

  “Thank you, Miss Matthews. That was wonderful. And thank you for offering to take me with you. Are we going for work or pleasure?”

  Paige caresses her cheek, and as she kisses her lips, she says, “Pleasure, of course. But if inspiration strikes, you are more than welcome to get some writing done as well.”

  Sandy’s eyes tear up and she tightens her arms and legs around Paige as she reaches up to kiss her. After a few minutes of fervent kissing, Sandy pulls back to look into Paige’s eyes.

  “I love you, Miss Matthews.”

  Paige smiles as she places a hand on Sandy’s cheek. She lightly kisses her forehead, eyes, and lips. “I love you too, Sandy. I think it’s time you start calling me Paige.”

  Sandy releases an adorable squealing laugh as she rocks Paige side to side and peppers her face and neck with kisses. When she settles again, she asks, “Can I still call you Miss Matthews at work? It’s sort of a turn on for me.”

  “Yes, of course, Sandy.”

  “Thank you, Miss Matthews. I mean, Paige... Paige.” She smiles really big. “I like saying your name.”

  “You’re adorable. While I clean up in here, how about you fill us a couple of glasses of wine and make yourself comfortable on the sofa.”

  Chapter Eleven

  As Paige pulls into the driveway of her oceanfront beach house, Sandy releases a gasp of admiration. “Paige, this place is gorgeous. This is your house?”

  She smirks as she licks her lips, enjoying the taste of Sandy’s surprise. “Yes, it is.” She uses the security app on her cellphone to have the garage door open for them, then drives forward. As the door closes behind them, Paige gives Sandy’s knee a light squeeze. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

  They grab their suitcases from the trunk of the rented Lexus, then Paige punches in a passcode on a security pad by the interior door, which opens the electronic lock for them to enter the house.

  Paige leads Sandy to the living area of the bottom level, which is an open floor plan with the living room, dining room, and kitchen all joined. Sandy gasps again as she releases the handle of her rolling suitcase and walks across the room to look out the giant windows that serve as walls for the rear side of the house. The windows have a perfect unobstructed view of the beach, which is private, and a gorgeous deck with a built-in stone hot tub, fire pit, and a grill.

  As Paige wraps her arms around her waist from behind and kisses the side of her neck, Sandy releases a sigh and layers her arms over Paige’s. She’s completely in awe of her new reality.

  “This place is amazing. Do you get to come here often?”

  “I fly down at least once a month. I’d like you to start joining me when you can.”

  “I always can.”

  Paige laughs a little at the amazement that is still in Sandy’s voice. “Good. Allow me to give you the tour, then we can go play on the beach if you’d like.”

  Sandy spins in Paige’s arms and plants her lips on Paige’s, pulling her into a deep fervent kiss. Paige presses Sandy’s back against the window and Sandy releases a whimpering moan into Paige’s mouth. Her thighs twitch as her clit starts throbbing. She spreads her stance and reaches for the button of Paige’s capris. Paige smiles against her mouth as she takes Sandy’s hands and pins them above her head.

  “You are being very naughty. I said I want to give you a tour.”

  With a grin, Sandy coos, “I’m sorry, Miss Matthews. I’m just very excited to be here with you.”

  Paige slips a hand under the skirt of Sandy’s pale peach colored summer dress and pulls her panties aside to run a finger between her lips. She smiles as she slips easily through Sandy’s abundant slick.

  “Yes, you are very excited. But you are still very naughty. I’m going to give you a tour, then I’m going to spank you for being so naughty.”

  Sandy releases an involuntary moan and blushes beet red as she giggles and bites her bottom lip. She’s just so happy and she’s having a hard time maintaining her composure. Lucky for her, Paige thinks it’s adorable.

  “Come with me.”

  Paige pinches her clit once, causing her body to spasm and she releases a sharp moan. Denying her any further pleasure at the moment, she takes Sandy’s hand and walks her around the entire bottom level, showing her every room, where things are in the kitchen. Then she brings her to the spiral staircase, which is beautiful honey oak that’s glowing from the abundant sun pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  Paige shows her two nicely furnished guest rooms with gorgeous views of the beach, a guest bathroom, an office, and then brings her to the master suite.

  “Oh, wow, this room is… Paige, your house is incredible. How do you ever get yourself to leave?”

  “It can be difficult.”

  The entire wall facing the beach is made up of windows overlooking the beach. One side of the room has a king-size bed made up with bright white linens and has a white slatted headboard. The other side of the bedroom has a large lounging bathtub big enough for two to sit comfortably right next to the window to look outside. While the bathroom, which has two French doors that are open to the bedroom, has a walk-in shower.

  “Paige, I…” Sandy inhales deeply as she turns around in a circle, looking at the entire room. “I suddenly feel very stupid.”

  Paige pulls her over to a sitting area of white leather chairs and a loveseat. She sits on the center of the loveseat and pulls Sandy down on her lap to sit side saddle.

  “Why do you feel stupid?” Paige has never seen Sandy look insecure and upset like she does right now and it’s very concerning. She caresses her cheek and pulls her face down to kiss her. “Answer me.”

  “You’re this super successful executive with an amazing condo in Chicago and a state-of-the-art waterfront beach house in Miami. You drive luxury cars and can afford to fly out to Miami at least once a month. You spoil me with expensive food, drinks, and clothes. Not to mention the amazing sex. I’m just an assistant living in a tiny apartment and I drive a seven-year-old base model car. You should be with someone who…”

  “Stop.” Sandy looks down as she starts picking at the hem of her skirt, but Paige takes her hand and kisses it. “What attracted you to me?”

  Sandy looks up confused, and she asks, “What do you mean?”

  “Exactly what I just said. Why are you attracted to me? Why do you want to be with me?”

  “I think you’re beautiful and sexy. I love the way you carry yourself. I could tell you have a dominating personality, which I’m very attracted to. I never thought you’d be exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about, but I knew I liked you.”

  “Are you attracted to my money and my position at work?”

  “Well, no, but they are nice perks. I don’t have…”

  “Stop. What a woman does for a living or how much money she has is very low on the list of things to consider when dating. Unless the woman is a hired assassin, then I would bump that to the top of the list as an automatic absolutely not.”

  Sandy releases a small bashful laugh.

  “Believe it or not, I started out as an assistant right out of college as well.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I went to school for business management and strategic financial advisement. I worked up to the level I’m at now by proving myself. But I didn’t fully depend on my career to make my fortune. Even though I struggled for a few years, I took at least ten percent of every paycheck and invested it. I have worked my ass off and used my brain to get to where I am now. You are in that beginning phase now. You’re putting in your dues to achieve your dreams. You’re a writer, Sandy. And I believe you’ll achieve everything you want to if you keep working towards it. I’m not attracted to a person’s money. I’m attracted to what they offer as a partner and how driven they are to be themselves. You are exactly what I want and I don’t want you to humor these insecurities ever again. Understand?”

  Sandy smiles as she bends down, whispering, “Yes,” then fully kisses Paige. As she pulls away, she shifts to lay across Paige’s lap with her legs bent and resting on the armrest. She hikes up the skirt of her dress, revealing her small round ass.

  Paige feels like she should be saying more to comfort Sandy from her moment of insecurity about their financial differences. But she doesn’t want to add to Sandy’s insecurity by delaying delivering what she wants either. Sandy is a great submissive because she has a take-charge attitude when it comes to making it known what she wants without being dominating. A great submissive will put her trust in her partner, and that’s what Sandy is doing right now; she’s trusting Paige to deliver the punishing pleasure she needs.

  Paige runs her right hand up Sandy’s thighs and over her ass, further bunching the skirt out of her way. She tugs hard on the waist of Sandy’s cotton panties, pulling them down to her knees, then palms over her ass, massaging both cheeks. Paige pulls her hand back and swings forward, delivering a firm stinging slap to Sandy’s left cheek and eliciting a brief sharp gasp. Paige smiles and caresses the pink handprint, then pulls back and strikes her right cheek, eliciting the same reaction from her lover, vocally and from her skin.

  She continues spanking Sandy till both cheeks are bright red and her thighs are trembling. Then she pulls her panties down over her knees and pulls them up over her bent legs to get them off completely. With delicate fingers, she traces up the inside of Sandy’s thighs, pulling them open wide, then slips a hand between them, thrusting deep and hard into Sandy’s dripping wet pussy.

  “Oh, fuck, yes, Miss Matthews. Yes!”

  Paige’s pussy contracts with arousal. She thoroughly enjoyed spanking Sandy, but the biggest turn on was how much Sandy enjoyed it. She loves that even though she gave Sandy permission to call her by her first name, Sandy still calls her Miss Matthews at work and on occasion during sex because it turns her on.

  She plows three fingers into Sandy’s tight pussy over and over again, allowing her knuckles to punch into her anus every time to increase the pleasure. Sandy’s breathing, her moans, and her screams are like music to Paige’s ears. After a few minutes, she slips her other hand under Sandy and starts rubbing her swollen clit while she continues to pound away at her pussy. Sandy begins to tremble on her lap while her screams increase. As she cums, her hips buck back and forth, thrusting her reddened ass up into the air just to fall again as she grinds against Paige’s hand.

  When she’s just twitching and releasing little gasps, Paige pulls her hands out from between her thighs and lightly caresses her reddened cheeks.

  “Oh, Miss Matthews. Oh, that was so good. I feel drunk. Thank you. I love you.” Sandy opens her eyes to look up at Paige, and with flushed cheeks, she quietly adds, “Thank you for loving me back.”

  “I love and adore you dearly, Sandy. Now, get up and strip.”

  Still feeling weak from the powerful orgasm, Sandy is slow to get to her feet, and giggles as she sways from the weakness in her legs. Paige watches her disrobe, then walks over to the large bathtub by the windows to stop up the drain and turn the water on. After selecting one of a few luxurious bubble baths, she pours a sizable amount into the water’s current, quickly filling the surface of the rising water with large, fragrant mounds of white bubbles. As she’s reaching for the button of her capris, Sandy wraps her arms around her from behind, and places her hands over hers.

  “Can I please take your clothes off, Miss Matthews?”

  “You may.”

  Sandy kisses the side of her neck, then begins stripping Paige completely, removing all of her clothes, her shoes, and her jewelry, except for her diamond stud earrings. When the tub is nearly filled, Paige turns the water off and steps inside.

  “Come here, Sandy.”

  As she sits down with her ass pressed against Paige’s groin, Paige wraps her arms around Sandy, pulling her against her chest, and kisses her cheek.

  “It’s so beautiful here.” Sandy turns slightly to face Paige with an adorable smile, and asks, “Will you teach me how to invest and help me get started?”

  “Yes, of course. When we get back from our trip. While we’re here, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”

  “Thank you.”

  She gives Paige a kiss on the lips, then turns back around to look out the window at the beautiful beach. She just can’t believe this is her life now. She knew Paige was well off, but she never imagined anything like this. She would still love Paige and want to be with her even if she was just a shift manager at a local fast food joint. But she can’t help but feel a bit excited that her girlfriend – the woman she loves and is in love with her – is a top-paid executive at an investment firm and owns a high-end condo in Chicago and a luxury beach house in Miami.

  Paige is the most amazing partner she has ever had, and it’s not just because of the mind-blowing sex and the way she spoils her. Paige makes her feel more beautiful, smarter, and more valuable than she has ever felt before. Paige makes her feel like she can do anything and deserves everything.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sandy moans as Paige starts walking towards the water. Paige looks over her shoulder at her younger lover with a grin, making Sandy blush and release a cute giggle. Paige is dressed in a burgundy-wine-red bikini trimmed in black that reveals about seventy-percent of her perfectly toned ass. Like the boss she always is, Paige walks straight into the water, not even testing the temperature first, then dives under a crashing wave. She dives under two more waves to get beyond the breaking point, then slicks her hair back and turns to look back at the beach, where Sandy is laying out on a comfortable cushioned lounger looking sexy and beautiful in a black and white striped bikini.