Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skyy said to her new pet. She loved her red hair.
“Yes, Mistress,” Summer said obediently. She glanced up, shyly, and decided she was allowed to walk, and followed Skyy to the bedroom.
“Mmm — hi!” The kiss was utterly unexpected, but then Summer supposed that was what you got when you accidentally stood under mistletoe at this season. So she went with it gracefully, giving the taller girl a bright smile. “Well, now I’ve been kissed, do I get to know your name?”
“I’m Skyy and you have gorgeous hair,” Skyy said with a wink.
This is a phenomenon known as Diamond Dust, where the snowflakes and ice-particles are so fine that they reflect light in just the right way to create rainbows in mid-air.
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
Smiling brilliantly, he ran his hands up her bare legs, inching to the insides of her thighs as he lifted his hips to aid her in undressing him. Pushing his body into her hands as her fingers met bare skin, he moaned faintly and leaned down to deepen the kiss. “I need you, Summer…”
“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.
