Joslyn’s mouth opened, but nothing came out as her mind searched for a response. Her skin heated in nervous confusion, yet her nipples were hardening in anticipation of Cyanna’s touch.
“I’ll expect you to be obedient and discreet, but I have no objections to you challenging me in private. I enjoy a woman with fire.” She caressed Joslyn’s cheek with her knuckles. “I won’t hide the fact that we’re together, but I won’t spread it around the store.”
“You’re asking me to be your sub?” Joslyn found her voice as excitement pumped through her veins. She enjoyed S&M, but she wasn’t that familiar with the BDSM culture as a whole.
Cyanna shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say sub, but I do enjoy S&M,” she answered. “I want you to be my lover. No strings attached. We’re both free to walk away at any time.”
“Why me? You could have anyone.”
“I like the way you walk, I like the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking, and I love the way you smell when you get hot for me.” Joslyn’s eyes widened. “You didn’t think I could miss how sweet you smelled yesterday when you brought me those papers to sign, did you? You were standing so close. I wanted to push my fingers into your little snatch and fuck you until you screamed.”
“Ms. Storm,” Joslyn said on a pant. Her heart beat faster. She hadn’t expected that.
“Are you going to ask me to go with you?” Cyanna asked as she pushed her hands into her slacks pockets.
“I—umm, will you go to my sister’s wedding with me?”
“Do you agree to my terms, Jos?”
Joslyn nodded quickly. She wanted her boss so bad right now that she would bend over her desk if Cyanna asked her to.
“Say it,” Cyanna commanded softly.
Joslyn swallowed, her skin increasing in warmth, her desire growing. “I agree to your terms.”
“When is the wedding?” Cyanna asked.
“There is one thing I want you to know about me, Jos. It’s important. It might impact your decision.”
“What?” Nothing was going to change her mind now that she had a chance to see her fantasies come true.
“I’m an intersex female, and I’m not ashamed of that. Look it up, and decide whether you still want to go through with this.”
* * * *
Joslyn returned from lunch with her mind made up. She’d done a little research while she snacked on a sandwich and half-listened to Misty complain about the trip to see her ailing father this weekend.
Joslyn knew one hour couldn’t fully do justice to the knowledge she needed to fully understand what Cyanna was or the psychological issues she might have had as a teenager. However, she also knew that she craved Cyanna like an addict craved its next fix.
To her, Cyanna screamed woman in scent, in shape, and movement. Her hair cut had a masculine edge, cut and styled like a black man’s, but that did nothing to detract from the fact that Cyanna’s was a woman.
She’d been just thinking how she wished she could find a woman with a penis, but now that she had, she was curious. Would she really like that or would it be awkward and weird to have a girlfriend with a dick.
Would she enjoy going down on her?
Her pussy moistened at the very thought of Cyanna’s hands on her and her mind created an image of Joslyn on her knees before Cyanna. She groaned softly and cupped her breasts wanting nothing more than to find out just how good Cyanna was.
She bit down on her bottom lip, nipples peaking in her bra. Heat washed over her, and she glided her hand down between her thighs. It would be better than a dildo and more delicious than the feel of a man because Cyanna was a woman.
The phone on her desk rang and Joslyn quickly jerked hand away from her center with a hint of guilt. She grabbed the receiver irritated that the fantasy her mind had been building was interrupted.
“Mariana,” she said breathless confusion and then remembered her earlier conversation with her sister. “I’m bringing a date.” Her lips curved and her wolf growled in her mind in approval of her decision. Her family would be pissed, but she’d be with the woman she ached for.
Cyanna looked up at her. “You don’t really need the make-up, Joss. You’re beautiful without it.”
“I need to dry my hair, too.”
“No, you don’t. It’ll be dry by the time we get there. Come sit with me.”
Joss went to straddle her. “Cy, I’m glad you’re okay,” she said softly. “I would have gone insane if anything had happened to you.”
Cyanna shifted and pushed her hands beneath Joslyn’s dress to settle on her butt. “Let’s take this off for a minute.” She found the zipper and dragged it down.
Joslyn stood and removed it, and draped it over the bed. She went back to straddle Cyanna in her bra and panties. “You’re always fully dressed.”
“I won’t always be,” she murmured. “What did you want to talk to me about last night?” Cyanna caressed Joslyn’s bare thighs.
Joslyn sighed. “How much I’m going to hate not being able to be with you,” she replied. “The Gathering—I’m the Redwood pack member who has to join your pack.”
Cyanna frowned. “My father didn’t tell me,” she said. “He didn’t even tell me who he selected for you.”
Joslyn swallowed tightly. “I wanted to spend last night with you making love, because today, everything changes.”
“Yes, it does,” Cyanna agreed quietly. “You won’t be with him immediately, so you don’t have to quit today.”
“But I won’t be with you.”
She shrugged. “We can have a week together and then I’ll have to let you go,” she said.
“I want to enjoy you every second,” Joslyn said, “starting right now.”
Cyanna kissed the curve of her neck as she unhooked Joslyn’s bra, then pushed the thin straps down her shoulders. “You have such creamy skin.” She ran the tip of her finger over a pink nipple. She lowered her head swirled her tongue around the tightly furled bud and then sucked it. Joslyn moaned.
“Cyanna,” Cyanna sucked hard, sending shivers of heat coursing through her. “I can’t think with you doing that.”
“You don’t need to think, baby. You just need to feel.” Cyanna bit her nipple.
“But—” She broke off with a rough groan. “Someone might come in.”
“I need you,” Cyanna whispered. She closed her mouth around the other nipple and sucked. Joslyn groaned hard.
“Cy.” Joslyn arched against her. She clamped a hand to the back of Cyanna’s neck, holding her close. Her lips were a hot brand on Joslyn’s skin, making her forget everything that had her tied in knots.
Her eyes drifted closed, and she raked her nails down Cyanna’s arm. Cyanna tipped her back just far enough so she could kiss her stomach and lick her way back up to her throat where she sucked.
“Enough foreplay,” Joslyn murmured. “Take me, please, Cy.” The snap of her panties was released and Joslyn pressed her knees into the sofa as she looked down at Cyanna. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Take it out, Joss.”
Joslyn undid the leather belt cinching Cyanna’s waist and then dragged the zipper down before releasing the button of the chinos. “Tonight, I’m going to suck your dick until you come in my mouth,” she promised.
“Mom doesn’t think you should engage in that much activity,” Cyanna teased.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” she bantered as she lifted just enough to grasp Cyanna’s thick cock and slid slowly down on it. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as the shaft parted her tight tissue and burned over nerve endings. How was she going to be able to allow a man to touch her after this? He wouldn’t have Cyanna’s sandalwood scent or soft skin. He wouldn’t feel this good sinking into her.
“Look at me,” Cyanna ordered. Joslyn’s lashes fluttered up and her gray pools were nightglow. “Your wolf wants mine.”
“Cy, you really do feel so good, baby,” she said softly. “I could ride you all day and still not get enough.”
“We can’t mate, Joss,” Cyanna said, regret heavy in her tone.
“But you’re mine,” she said sadly. “I need my woman, not some man touching me, holding me. He’ll never mean to me what you do.” She closed her eyes, knowing she’d said too much for both of their sakes.
Cyanna gripped her hips and thrust up into her tight clasp. She growled and Joslyn hissed. “Damn, your pussy’s so good.” She groaned as Joslyn squeezed her inner muscles tight around her cock.
Joslyn stroked her arms. “My wolf won’t want him touching me.”
Cyanna kissed her. “Don’t. I don’t want to talk about that.” She thrust up.
“Oh, yeah.” Joslyn moaned. She put her hands on the back of the couch and rolled her hips.
Cyanna pinched her nipples as her lips pressed kisses along her Joslyn’s throat. “You feel so fucking good. I should take you bareback from now on.”