Hannah Morales couldn't get her eyes off the young blonde. That brief encounter with her felt like a second in paradise and the older woman found herself wanting to relive that.
Standing amid her group of friends, the older woman could barely pay attention to what they were saying as her gaze occasionally drifted to the younger woman. Her blonde hair, her sapphire blue eyes, the way her hands gesticulated as she spoke, everything about her was mesmerising to Hannah. Hannah's body response was too intense to be good for her. She tore her gaze from the younger woman, determined to stop thinking about the incredibly hot, tall androgynous woman. She couldn't care less how the black pants make her ass look. Or how the crisp, white button-up shirt was unbuttoned dangerously low, showing just the right amount of cleavage. Or how she envied the rings that were fortunate enough to be wrapped around her fingers. And she certainly wasn't thinking about rummaging her hands in that short, wavy blonde hair. Nope.Bloody fucking hell! Hannah Morales cussed mentally.The blonde couldn't have been more than twenty-five years old, yet she was making the ever-conscious Hannah lose trail of her thoughts.Hannah wasn't thinking. She acted on instincts and tapped a waiter that was passing by and ordered him to give the blonde a glass of champagne from her. Then, the older woman watched as the waiter walked in that direction and when he got to the blonde, he diligently called her attention.The blonde tore her gaze from her friend and took the glass that was being handed to her. The older woman watched from a distance as she took the glass with a frown on her face and the frown vanished when she followed the waiter's hand that was pointing at her. The waiter walked away and a smile appeared on the blonde's face. For a split second, Hannah thought she saw her teeth blink.The blonde raised her glass in salute with a smirk on her face and then slam the bubbly liquid. Something Hannah Morales clicked and she found herself thinking of what her big-mouth friend said. 'Relax and have some fun" Hannah's definition of fun was a man in bondage, at her mercy, submitting to her. Well, the blonde wasn't a man. But she certainly was good-looking. Mighty fine. And when the blonde looked in Hannah's direction and winked at her, she flushed all reasoning thoughts down the toilet. 'Don't do it, Hannah. She's too young for you' The older woman ignored the voice of reason in the back of her mind and excused herself from her group of friends who had already forgotten she was with them. The blonde's gaze never left Hannah's as she began walking in her direction. The older woman barely resisted making a fool of herself by touching the young girl's hair as she passed by. In her defence, she only wanted to know if it was as soft as it looked. Hannah managed to stick to her task of slightly touching the blonde's arm, earning her attention on her as she walked away to the hallway that led to the patio. She never looked back to see if the blonde followed. Truth be told, part of her hoped she didn't. A much bigger, more curious and weirdly horny part, was desperate that she did. That she was considering flirting and having sex with this woman surprised the hell out of Hannah. She'd never had the urge to have sex in years. Yet, here she was, thinking of having sex with a stranger. A woman.Technically, if the blonde was here, then it means they had a mutual friend in common. Hannah didn't think about which friend. It was a slight technicality, but one the older woman held on to.Determined not to get her hopes up, Hannah sat in the hammock found outside on the patio. Her posture was straight, feet crossed at the ankles as she sipped from her glass. It gave off a relaxed, yet commanding vibe. Inside, she was anxious and aroused.Hannah Morales wasn't sure how much time had passed since she brushed her finger against the blonde's shirt, but it seemed like hours. Just as she was about to give up, the back door opened.Hannah stood up and looked into the beautiful sapphire deep-set eyes. She was speechless. She opened her mouth to say something and then nothing happened. Apparently-luckily-that didn't stop the blonde from stepping out into the thin cold air.Hannah Morales thought the blonde looked hot from afar, but being close to her nearly made her gasp. Lust coursed through every vein in her body and it took a moment for her brain to function. "Come" Hannah commanded softly. The blonde merely stood there, staring, so Hannah tried again. "Sit".The blonde's eyes glanced at the hammock where the older woman sat. When she didn't move, Hannah tilted her head and studied her. Defiant. Strong-willed. And so fun to dominate. 'This is a waste of time' Hannah Morales thought dispiritedly. She was about to do something she'd never done and got what she perceived as rejection. Having had enough of that humiliation, Hannah began to rise. "Wait!" the blonde moved to the hammock quickly and sat next to Hannah. The older woman got a whiff of her cologne. The fragrance was a mixture of sandalwood, citrus and leather, with citrus being the heart note and leather the base note. Each one of these layers of scent worked beautifully together and created the perfect fragrance that made the older woman want to lean in and get a better whiff of it from the crook of the blonde's neck. Hannah sensed that the younger girl seemed a little nervous. Hell, she was. But since she invited her out, then bringing up a conversation was on her, or else she was going to make the blonde regret having come out. "What's your name?" Hannah figured getting to know her name was the ideal thing to do. 'At least you'll know what to scream out later' the nasty, horny side of her brain thought. She pushed that thought away."Ren. Serenity Gils"Of all names Hannah thought, Serenity never crossed her mind. She looked so androgynous that the older woman was leaning more towards a gender-neutral name. But she as repeated the name in her head, she realised it suited her."And you?" Ren tilted her head and raised a brow.Hannah found that sexy. "Hannah. Hannah Morales" She watched Ren nod and then repeated the name out loud. "Hannah Morales" The older woman found herself getting more aroused at the way her name rolled off Serenity's plump lips.'Anyone who stirs this reaction out of you should be avoided' the rational part of Hannah thought. But how on earth was she supposed to listen when her libido was screaming one thing?Lean in and capture the younger girl's lips.-------“As expected, the party was exceptional” Rachel Fisher exclaimed as she rounded the huge mahogany desk that was in Hannah's office.“But unfortunately I didn’t stay long enough. If you catch my drift” she winked, making Hannah Morales cringe. Although Rachel stood three inches shorter than Hannah, she was more outgoing and spontaneous. She acted on impulse with whatever thought crossed her mind. So much so that Hannah had prepared herself to bail her friend out of jail whenever she received a call from an unknown number. Thankfully, that never happened.One would think that after years and given the nature of her job, Rachel Fisher will retire after living life to the fullest. But the years of pleasure made her thirsty for more. Her motto now was life begins at forty. “Yeah Rachel, I catch your drift” Hannah cringe internally, picturing her friend pressed up against the wall with God knows who slamming into her. Hannah Morales felt a little envious of her friend. How carefree she w
Hannah Morale's reply caught her by surprise. She took a moment to regain her senses, and when she did, she realised the gravity of the situation, and it didn't help that Serenity wore a smug expression on her face. But it didn't last, and her expression was back to stoic. Hannah Morales loved dominating, she loved being a mistress, and that was the reason why she spent more time in the club than she did at her apartment. It gave her a sense of purpose. It made her feel in control of her life after everything she'd been through in the past, and to spew out nonsense simply because she was in the presence of a woman - a literal goddess, was utterly insensible.Hannah's clients of the past were nothing compared to Serenity. While she had fun with them, she never felt any attraction for them. Before, during and after their session. She was yet to have a session with Serenity and the blonde was already making her nuts. Serenity Gils on her part knew Hannah was older than her, but she wasn
A coward. That was the word that could beat describe forty-year-old Hannah Morales. A scaredy pants who vehemently avoided going to her work site for fear that she may run into a certain blonde. A blonde who for the past few days, has lived rent-free in her thoughts. A blonde who served as a muse for every unholy thought she's had. Hannah Morales avoided going to the club. She's had Mavery- her assistant fill her in on everything that happened during her absence. And every time, her heart sank when she didn't hear the young girl talk about Serenity. Of course, she hadn't expected Mavery to mention her name, no. She wouldn't possibly know everyone who visited the club by name. Maybe a description. That was all she hoped to hear. But nothing came up.Like tonight. She'd just gotten off the phone with Mavery. She listened to the young girl fill her in on all the uninteresting details when in reality, she wanted to know if anyone matching the description of Serenity ask after her.Maybe
The tension in the room was palpable. Serenity Gils found it hard to believe that she had just let someone order her around. And what was even more absurd was the fact that she was majorly turned on because of that. Right then and there, she wanted to pounce on the older woman, pull out her dildo and fuck her until she could walk no more. Fuck her until the only thing that rolled out of her lips was 'more, Serenity. More'But her first time in this room, Hannah Morales made her understand that she would have to give up all control. She would have to submit. Something about Hannah's demeanour the first time they were in this room made Serenity understand that she had to give up all of that if she wanted to be with Hannah. And God only knew, how much she craved that.Hannah Morales cussed herself. She cussed herself for raising her voice at Serenity, because now she knew the younger girl was thinking of leaving. And she didn't want that. Hannah Morales was about to apologise to the yo
Hannah Morales's lips curved upwards and revealed a smile that did not reach her eyes. She nodded at Serenity. "I like peaches," she said. Now it was Serenity's turn to smile."The use of a safe word during BDSM practice is very crucial. Like I'd explained, once it's said, I have to stop all activities""I understand" The blonde's attempt at sounding brave went into the mud. If Hannah Morales was not straddling Serenity, she would have mistaken the look on her face, but her tensed body was all the older woman needed to confirm that she was still scared. "Say your safe word, Serenity and leave. You're tensed. We can reschedule" The words Hannah voiced did not match what was in her heart. Should Serenity utter that dreaded word, Hannah would be depressed. Aroused and depressed. No amount of masturbating and no dildo seize would tear her out of it."No! Please. Don't" Hannah wanted to smile. After all, she'd hoped Serenity's response will be positive. But the older woman couldn't help
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Hannah Morales wouldn't know the exact time that passed by as she lay in Serenity Gils's arms. Her body was extremely worn out from the earth-shattering and memory-altering orgasm she'd just experienced. Serenity's pale and slender skin left like a garden of clouds caressing her body, her steady breath like a soothing lullaby made the older woman nuzzle further in her arms, letting the smell of cashmere and vanilla alter her thoughts. Because Hannah Morales wasn't thinking. Hell, she wasn't. Well, certainly not as Mistress. Mistress would have never allowed a submissive fuck her. Even if she was attracted to them - and she has been attracted to most of her submissive in the past. Mistress would have never allowed a submissive to hold her like Serenity Gils was. But more importantly, Mistress would have never allowed herself to feel things for someone fifteen years younger than her. Neither would Hannah Morales. She shouldn't be lying here. Serenity Gils
A single press. One single press and Hannah Morales would be swooning at the sound of Serenity's angelic voice. That voice which has haunted her for nights. But Hannah Morales couldn't do it. She couldn't do the one thing she longed to do. She sighed and dropped her phone on the table.Since her painful separation from the blonde, Hannah Morales hasn't been the same. She fell into a pit she wasn't sure how to get out of.Nothing made sense to her. During the day, she'd pray for nighttime to come to get rid of her monotonous routine and the thoughts of a certain blonde. But at night time, in the silence of her room, when she's left with nothing but her thoughts, Hannah Morales found herself thinking of Serenity. She'd welcome the thought of the blonde. After all, it was either that or think of the past. And Hannah Morales didn't want that.But when the thought of Serenity Gils got Hannah hot and bothered, so much so that she'd touch herself without having release, she'd forced hersel
Pain. Hurt. Anguish. They all meant the same thing, but none of them could be used to describe how Hannah Morales felt seeing Serenity Gils looking like a lost puppy, giving pleading eyes to its owners not to abandon them.Standing in the red room that was filled with the blonde's silent sobs, Hannah Morales understood that the worse kind of agony isn't that of one's flesh but rather is of seeing someone you want, beg desperately to be loved by you but the scars imprinted in your soul prevents you from giving them what they want. It's a labyrinth Hannah Morales was currently wrapped in. Her heart urged her to kneel before the blonde and take her in her arms. Whisper all the words she'd love to hear. But another part of her urged her to assume her position as Mistress and make Serenity her personal sex toy. No matter how promising the second option sounded, Hannah knew it'd bite her in the ass. Another part of her, the logical part of her knew it will be best to cut ties with the b