Secret Invitation

Anna says, "Stop," calmly but firmly. Paloma looks up, her smile widening, "nena?"

Anna recalls how the warm firmness of Paloma's nipples feel on her tongue when they harden. "Now you will do what I say, my restrained subby minx." She pauses, letting it sink in. "Your fingers are my fingers now. They do what I tell them to, the way I tell them to do it. And you tell me what they make you feel."

Paloma nods and Anna can see that her eyes have gone a little dark and her breath has picked up. "Si," she says calmly. "Tell me..." she breathes out.

Anna reaches down and cups her pussy pulling up into herself, waking flowing sensations that ricochet up her spine causing her to wiggle her shoulders.

"First, you will lift your skirt and spread your leg and your stump. Show me your beautiful pussy, Paloma." Anna demands, "Your fingers spread your lips, but don't touch your clit or your vagina, just spread."

Anna bites her lips as she sees Paloma do as she's asked, hiking up her dress, exposing her groin, rubbing the insides of her thighs, and looking down at herself, as her fingers spread the inner flesh of her sex. "You're making me wet, cielo!" Paloma whispers.

"I will show you something that will make you even wetter!" Anna says, feeling delicious fullness in her anus.

"¿Qué?" Paloma asks in a low voice.

"Be patient, nena!" Anna chides. "Stay like that. We're going to let you air for a moment," Anna continues.

She moves the computer to the middle of the bed and positions herself to all fours, placing her plugged butt towards the camera. "Look!" she commands as she rocks the plug with a finger tip. "How does that feel, to see me like this?" feeling rivulets of sensation emanate from her tightness as it moves inside her.

Paloma exclaims, "¡Oh, Dios mío! You're gorgeous! I want to feel the flesh of your little star on my tongue so bad, guapa!"

The nasty though of it makes Anna gasp. "I never imagined!" she says. "You'd do that?" she asks, surprised as she turns back around positioning her pussy and butt plug so Paloma can see everything.

Anna leans on one elbow and holds herself open, too, feeling the pressure of her fingers on her labia. Then she starts pulling at them, just to where pinches her skin. "What do you see, mi amor?"

"Your pussy. Your shapes, your colors, the memory of your textures and scent," Paloma says softly, "How you touch yourself, mi amor!"

"How do you like holding your pussy open for me, while I touch myself? While I'm plugged and you're not?" Anna asks, feeling moisture seep from herself.

"It's intense anticipation. It aches more than if you were edging me, cielo. Can I plug myself too?" Paloma pants.

Anna ignores her request, "What if I start penetrating myself and tell you that you can't? What if I told you what it's like to be filled by a man's cock?" Anna asks slowly, as she feels the tips of her fingers slowly approach the soft curve of her vagina. Her breath catches--just slightly--at her own words.

"You would be so mean?" Paloma's mouth opens wide, like she's in pain.

"Put the tip of one finger on the rim--not inside--your vagina and catch a drop of your sexy dew," Anna orders, her voice rougher now, more urgent. "And then bring it to your lips."

Paloma pauses and shakes out her hair. Then: "Oh!" she exclaims as she carefully does what Anna asks.

"How do you taste, nena? Do you like how you taste?" Anna tilts her head slightly, feeling her tongue brushing her own lips, finding Paloma's gaze again.

"Yes, I like how it tastes. It's salty and metallic," Paloma whispers.

"Do you remember how I taste? Did you like mine?" Anna asks.

"Yes, Anna. You were more metallic. Thicker," Paloma says softly.

"Watch me," Anna says as she also lightly dips a finger on the edge of her vagina and catches a drop of her seepage. Then she takes her finger and brings it to her nose and feels her own odor filling her senses. "I like this too, mi amor. I like yours more. Yours makes me crazy. Mine is good for lubing with." Anna brings her moist finger to her clit and starts to lightly brush herself, waking her clit, feeling it becoming engorged and erect as zings shoot throughout her body, echoing in her anus.

Paloma's breath picks up and her head seems to float, her eyes dreamy. She bites her lips. "Please," ekes out of her.

"No, not yet!" Anna insists. "You can put your tasty finger in your mouth and swirl it with your tongue. Suck it, like you did my clit so well so many times last week," Anna orders.

Anna feels her own desire building. Her breath escalates and her hips are fluid under herself as she gazes at Paloma sucking on her own finger, worshiping it lavishly like it's her clit. "Would you like me to touch my breasts, mi amor? Would that excite you?" Anna asks in a low voice, as she sends a shot of sensation through herself, clamping down on the plug while she accelerates the motion on her own clit.

"¡Sí, mi amor! Please!" Paloma quivers. Anna keeps one finger on her clit and raises her other hand to her left breast. "Do you like my breasts, nena? Are they exciting?" she asks, looking down at her own shapes.

Paloma nods earnestly. "You know I do!" she whispers with a hint of desperation.

"I love yours. And your ink. They just unhinge me! When you dangle them over me, or you pinch your nipple with your nails! Or how you jut them out, brushing your teeth. Oh, God!" Anna exclaims.

"How do you feel?" Anna asks, her eyes glazing over, feeling her release building, step by step.

"Restrained. Aching. Like I wanted you to make me feel," she says breathlessly.

Anna smiles. "I want you to pleasure yourself now, nena. First, make love to one of your nipples. Just like how you do it, between your fingers, rolling it, relishing it. Then pinch it. I've seen how sharp that feels in the corners of your eyes! Do that," she says firmly as she starts to do the same. Anna pinches herself hard and lets out a squeal, leaning her head back, the combination of rubbing her clit and stimulating her breast pushing her higher and higher. "This is so hot, mi amor! You're so sexy!" Paloma whispers working her nipple aggressively. "Let me finish you!"

"No, not yet, cariño," Anna breathes hard. "Now you can touch your clit too. Stroke her gently like I do it. Start at the base and only stroke upwards first. When she's firm you can use her tip." Paloma lets out a sign of relief as she stops holding herself open and starts to do what Anna has asked with her clit.

"Now, if you say 'no' to anything I ask now, you have to stop rubbing." Anna says. Paloma looks concerned.

"When we're in Paris together, will you spend a whole day in bed with me? No artist friends, hosts, collectors? We go nowhere, room service only?" Anna asks her breath hitching from the way she's touching herself.

Paloma nods "¡Sí, claro!"

"The first day? Or the last before we come back to Toronto?" Anna asks.

"Both," Paloma whispers getting huskier.

"Will you fuck me with your strap-on?" she whispers wetly.

"¡Sí!" Paloma's eyes glaze over at the thought.

"Am I also going to bend you over the bed and take you from behind? With our butt plugs in?" Anna's feels her breath getting heavy and ragged.

"¡Oh, sí! ¡Dios mío!" she writhes her head, her climax building.

"In a fancy hotel?" Anna asks, moaning.

"The best!" Paloma's voice strains.

"Are we going to be so queer together in public? Like everybody's gonna know it?" Anna asks, biting her lip.

"¡Claro, mi amor!" she almost screams.

"I'm letting you lose now, mi amor. You make me so happy. I love you." Anna whispers. Her fingers find her clit again, rubbing a writhing climax into her entire frame as she hears Paloma's increasingly staccato moans.

Paloma is the first to crumble, bucking the air with her head, and then Anna. They both wail, heaving for breath as they watch each other finish.

Coming down, Anna holds her head, panting. Paloma is more collected, and moves to lie on her side, her fingers still moving between her leg and her stump, smiling at Anna. "You're very good, mi amor. The best!" she oozes admiration.

Anna's breath steadies. She's quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry. For what I said. I didn't expect... that's still a part of me." She trails off.

Paloma's smile softens. "I know, mi amor. It's okay. I may take a man in me one day... to make a baby. I know those sensations live in you... will always live in you, nena. But let's not have a man's cock in what we are together that way."

Anna nods, feeling tension in her tummy. "Thank you," she says quietly. "Another card," Anna says, "'forgiveness.'"

Paloma smiles. "It's okay, mi amor. Nothing's broken. ¿Vale?" she says reassuringly as she kisses her finger and reaches it out towards the screen. Anna does the same, smiling, relief flooding into her chest.

"I miss kissing you! It's horrible right now," Anna says, pouting and running her hands through her hair.

Paloma nods, gathering her hair up. "I know, guapa. Soon. Paris. Maybe before," she lets slip.

Anna jerks her head up, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I can wait for Paris," Paloma says slowly.

"But what about your show?! You have to get ready!" Anna says, confused, coming closer to the screen.

"That's what I'm supposed to be talking to Javier about right now. But look at where I am, guapa!" She grins, "He'll understand!" and continues, "But, the work is done, the rest is logistics. He may help me. Also, Clara. I can leave early. We can go to Paris together." Paloma says, like she has everything under control, "Not promising. I didn't want to say before I was sure. But,... I adore you too much, want you too much," her excitement brimming over.