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I nod, but she frowns.
“Yes, Brynn,” she says.
“Yes, Brynn,” I parrot back.
With a small smile, she takes the stone from me. She turns the object over in her hands, but it stays fused together.
I watch as Brynn places it carefully on a wire shelf. She removes her phone from her pocket, sets a timer, then sets the phone beside the rock.
“We have 25 minutes. What should we do, Vi?”
She eyes me, and it takes a few seconds for my brain to register what she’d said only a moment ago.
My boots get stuck and I have to hop around to get my pants free of my legs.
Brynn only stands back, her arms crossed but a hand cupping her face, while she poorly hides a smile.
As she instructed, in only my bra, I sit up on the worktable.
Is this a sacrilege? Probably.
Do I care? Hell fucking no!
The beautiful woman in front of me unwraps thick, wavy tresses from her hair tie. She combs her fingers through it a few times then rewraps the ponytail. Her hair is so dark, it almost looks purple.
The stone table is cold under my bare thighs and ass, but I barely feel any of it.
Brynn Hathaway is absolutely stunning. Brilliant, alight eyes are intense and predatory. They almost seem unreal, as if they could be every and any color and I’d never realize they’d changed.
“Show me what’s mine,” she instructs.
My eyebrows tent, and she smirks.
“Open your legs, Violet,” she demands, and the bite in her tone shoots fun, little jolts of electricity over my nerves.
I spread my legs, obscenely displaying my pussy to her.
She smiles at the tableau I’m presenting for her.
Brynn takes three tentative steps forward until she stands between my knees.
But still, she doesn’t touch me!
This woman is going to kill me with anticipation.
Again, she skims those fingers over my skin, but this time, I’m bare and the sensation sinks into my bones.
My companion for the night hooks a finger into a bra cup and pulls it down so my breast spills partway out. She licks her lips, then her eyes lift to meet mine.
This Brynn is different. She’s greedy with her gaze. I can practically hear all of the obscene thoughts in her mind.
When I turn my head to the side and present my neck to her, she attacks.
Brynn’s mouth falls on my skin. Blunt teeth scrape against every nerve ending. She nips and sucks my neck and shoulder until I’m certain I’ll be covered in hickeys, then she moves down to suck my nipple into her mouth.
A gasp escapes me, and my hands fly to her. One grips her ponytail and the other cups her jaw while she lathes my breast.
The gentlest of pushes encourages me to sit back against the wall. The surface behind me is no less cold or hard than the table, but I barely feel it.
