Part 3
Okay, Athena, this is really happening. Fuck! Her mind raced, trying to understand the night, Jules, and even her own actions. She knew she was too emotional to really start a play session. She, and probably Jules, needed to calm down a bit. But that gag, the corset, the way the leather hugged that beautiful idiot’s face, a face that still left her feeling a little angry, to be truthful. Anger and BDSM play are a bad combination, she reminded herself. She needed to let everything settle, to see if she could get into a more appropriate headspace.
Cleaning the mess from the workday proved useful in the effort. Routines were good that way. She had thrown on her headphones, listening to some of her favorite atmospheric and dark songs as she worked. By the time she finished she was sure that the anger was suppressed sufficiently so as to not do something she’d regret, and the music and the mental image of a leather-bound Jules awaiting her was enough to inspire some truly fun ideas. It also helped when you were bombarded with the visual of a cornucopia of sex toys. She and Jules still had a long road ahead. To really sort everything out. But for tonight, Athena was ready to let lust take over. To find a bit of carnal pleasure.
While cleaning, a few thoughts had occurred to her. One, she probably needed to turn off the security cameras, so she didn’t get fired for using her place of employment as a sex dungeon. Luckily, she knew that the system sometimes flaked out anyway, so George wouldn’t be too surprised if he checked it, which he never did, and it had suddenly cut out for a few hours. Second, seeing everything on display had given her a few play ideas. After all, if you’re fucking in a sex shop, go all out, right?
Of course, she wasn’t some weirdo like dildo-return-girl from earlier in the night. Anything they used would need to be taken out of stock. She had a playfully devious plan for that, too. It was probably time, though, to check on her bound beauty and see if she was up for some bonding. She snickered at her awful pun. It was remarkable how having Jules back in her life, even for such a short time, had lightened her load.
She strolled back into the small fitting room. Kneeling there was Juliette. Drool bubbling from behind the green ball gag, and dribbling cutely down her chin. The leather hood sealing away beautiful eyes, and there was that collar that still proclaimed Juliette as Athena’s property. The goth felt warmth in her chest and a smile spreading at that particular detail. Oh, fuck yes, we are making this work tonight. Damn the emotional baggage that makes this a terrible idea.
The goth took her time viewing her gift. The corset really did a wonderful job pushing Jules’s chest up and called attention to the weighted nipple clamps. Athena made a little mental note about that. Jules must have realized she had an audience, as she began to fidget with a purpose. Her arms held firm by the leather armbinder swished back and forth as she shimmied that same chest. The weights hanging down dangled and swung. A pained whine came from the restrained woman. Athena loved that Jules had inflicted that pain upon herself unbidden, just for her entertainment. Fucking hot.
Shaking her head, she put on her best dominant voice. “Time to play. You up for it?” Jules nodded.
“Good. First, let’s set our safeties. When ungagged, which won’t be often tonight, red means everything stops. Yellow means back off, but don’t stop. For nonverbal, since that armbinder is going to stay on all night, hope it’s comfy by the way, you will shake your head and say Uh, uh. Do you understand?” Jules, despite the posture collar, gave a small nod again.
“Good, now, for the next several hours I’m not your Atty. I’m your fucking Goddess! Got it?!”
The bound woman repeated the small nod and tried to garble out a response. “Mhesh, Ghgghesh!” It was cute.
“Good girl, and let me make it clear, I look forward to having my brilliant and independent Jules back, but just as I’m not your Atty right now, you’re not my Jules.” Athena leaned down to whisper to where Juliette’s ear made a small bump under the hood. “You’re my little slut tonight, got it?” Suddenly she worried if that had been too much already. Jules moaned this time before making the same muffled acknowledgment, setting Athena’s mind at ease.
Pressing into her dominant role, Athena added, “And let me make this clear, slut. Tonight is about my pleasure; you are my little gift, after all. So, you had better be a perfect slut for your Goddess if you want her to grant you even the tiniest of chances at an orgasm.” Athena planted several loving kisses across the leather covering Jules’s cheeks in contrast to her harsh words. She came to rest on Juliette’s gagged lips. She lingered there kissing and licking those distended lips, her own lip ring scraping across the silicone from time to time. She reached back and unlocked and unbuckled the gag while awkwardly pressing her lips against the gag as she fumbled with the toy. Multitasking could be fucking hard, especially when you were trying to be sexy and were very horny.
Eventually, though, the green ball slipped away, and both started where they had left off. Athena could, through her own passion, feel how Jules was lost in the moment. This is amazing. This isn’t some fucked up wet dream, right? Athena thought, before another, more mischievous thought caught her mind. She let her hand play at the redhead’s breasts, her fingers working around the first nipple clamp subtly. Athena waited a second to see if Jules had noticed what was about to happen, but when nothing seemed to change, Athena sprang her trap.
Keeping her lips locked on Jules, she released the first clamp, letting it swing down. Jules’s body tensed suddenly, trying to reconcile what happened, her lips pausing as Athena kept her own in position. Then a shudder preceded a scream that echoed directly into Athena’s mouth. It was exquisite. As Juliette recovered enough to resume her half of the current kiss, Athena pulled free the second clamp, letting it hit the carpeted floor. Another delightful squeal filled the goth’s mouth.
She pulled back from the kiss as she began to massage each assaulted nip. In her husky, dominant voice, she cooed, “Aww, did that hurt, slut?”
“Yes, GoDEss!” Jules said, her voice rising for an instant as Athena pinched both sensitive nipples. Athena knew they had to be hurting right now. The clamps Jules had used were no joke and had been on for a few hours by now. She shifted the pressure she was placing as she massaged them to lessen the pain. Her lips returned to Jules working up from her jaw, back to those prized lips. The make out lasted a few minutes longer. Athena’s hands were gently massaging away the pain in the bound woman’s chest the whole time, heady moans indicating that the ache remained, but must be feeling more pleasurable now. She was so fucking happy to be pulling those noises from the woman she had loved for so long. It might just be the lust talking, she realized, but in this moment, she was sure that she had never stopped loving Jules even when she hated her or had tried to forget her. To have her back now was everything to the goth. It made her feel whole for the first time in years. After she felt that Juliette’s nipples should be feeling better, if not altogether normal, she gave one last kiss, biting Jules’s lower lip at the very end.
Now came a fun little idea she had thought up to take advantage of them being in the store. “So, slut, I wanted to tell you that your Goddess is impressed with what you brought here.”
“Thank you, Goddess.” Juliette replied, sounding suspicious. You should be Jules, you should be. She smiled. She knew Jules so well and yet knew nothing of what she would actually enjoy in BDSM play. If nothing else, Athena couldn’t wait to explore that. To find what Jules would enjoy, both physically and psychologically. She’d already taken to her degrading title and Athena’s claimed moniker like they had been doing this for years.
Time to deliver the twist, though, to see if she liked a bit of humiliation. “But there are so many toys I want to use on you that are missing. Luckily, we are in a sex shop. And since it’s your fault for not bringing all the goodies your Goddess desired, which you will be punished for later, I might add, I think you should pay for all the fun items your Goddess wants. What do you say, slut?” Financial domination was definitely not something she had ever tried with a partner. The few girlfriends she’d had over the years were usually poor as fuck, like her, but with Jules it might be a fun humiliation. And hey, if not, at least it would boost Athena’s sales numbers. Plus, Jules certainly had the money for it.
“This slut would be honored, Goddess.” Jules said it in a surprisingly suggestive way while puffing out her pert chest.
Fuck! Juliette was beautiful and sexy. “Up, slut.” Jules followed the command without hesitation. It was a little of a struggle for the tightly bound woman, but far less than it would be for a less athletic woman. Thankfully, she didn’t fall over this time, either. Still, it gave Athena the excuse to slap and grope Jules’s taut bare ass cheek. It was fucking firm, surprisingly so. Jules has certainly stayed in shape. And oh god, that small whimper that came from it was so sexy and cute, Athena thought. Her dominant persona dropped a second as she let a small giggle out. She was buzzing. This was so much better than her juvenile fantasies had been when they were younger.
With a small bounce in her step, something that never happened to the gloomy woman, she plucked up a green leash from next to Juliette’s gym bag. She then rummaged through said bag to find Jules’s pocketbook and a familiar credit card inside. She turned and clipped the leash to the posture collar, smiling. Looking down, she noted that the chains connecting the ankle and thigh cuffs were really damn short. She’s going to have a hard time keeping up. Athena smirked and flicked her lip ring with her tongue. It’d be fun to watch her hop around the store, and she’d probably get plenty of chances to discipline the sexy redhead, too. I need to be careful though I really have no idea of her limits, and the last thing our relationship, whatever it is right now, needs is me to push her too far. Ease into it Athena.
She gave a small tug to the leash as a warning. “Follow, slut.” Then she headed out into the store, going fairly slowly. She also started by walking backwards to keep a close eye on Jules’s progress, and to enjoy the view. It was indeed a show, as the redhead’s chest bounced wonderfully with each hop. The ponytail of wavy fiery hair sticking out of the leather was swishing with each motion. Every jump showcased those goddamn toned legs. Seriously, how often did she work out? What was actually surprising to the goth goddess, though, was how confidently Jules moved.
Two things were apparent. One Jules trusted her to guide her properly since she remained blinded by the hood. That warmed Athena’s cold little heart. It meant Jules really trusted her, despite their time apart. Second, this wasn’t Juliette’s first time in bondage. She knew how to move in pretty restrictive restraints. Athena’s smirk grew. What have you been up to all these years, Jules? She made a mental note to ask her in the future about that once they had settled into things more. It did make Athena feel a little more confident to push boundaries tonight.
Strangely, despite her overall caution, she decided to go big to test the limits of her little financial domination game. It was counter to her overall plan to slowly ramp things up. Maybe it was because it wasn’t physical pain she would be inflicting, or maybe she was just being selfish and picking an item way outside her own budget. She made a straight shot, Jules hopping along behind, to where they had a small selection of Sybians and attachments. With Juliette blindfolded she explained, “So, slut, first on our shopping list is a Sybian with all the fun parts. That’ll cost you around $2,000. What do you think of that slut? Too much?” Honestly, Athena thought so, but hey Jules was filthy fucking rich anyway, and why not try? She could play it off as a joke if it was really too much.
Juliette didn’t hesitate, though. “Whatever my Goddess wishes.”
Athena was somehow surprised by the answer, and was worried she was taking advantage of Juliette. “Hey, look Jules, I’m dropping the role for a second here. Are you sure that’s okay? Honestly, I just thought I’d be messing with you.”
Athena obviously couldn’t see Juliette roll her eyes under the hood, but the familiar body language and the tone of her answer made clear it really was okay. “I know my safety signals and that applies here as much as if you were whipping me.” The redhead straightened her posture. “So, please purchase what you want, Goddess. Your slut will gladly pay. Your slut would be honored, Goddess.”
Athena stood a bit dumbfounded at both that the price tag wasn’t too much, but also how Jules had just schooled her on the use of the safety signal for this part of the play. Not to mention how Jules leaned so earnestly into it. Behind the act there had been a certain genuine happiness, as if Jules was enjoying not just the play, but the action of buying her something. It was the same sort of honest happiness Jules showed when they were younger and she could give Athena something she’d normally never get to experience. Like the time Athena got to tag along on a Monroe family vacation to the beach. Jules clearly wanted to give Athena everything she could ever desire, and right now the gothic woman wanted to cry over the sweetness of it.
Collecting herself, Athena returned to her role in their game, this time with greater confidence. “Good slut, now I need some new clothes for tonight.” Without warning this time, Athena pulled the leash as she headed to the fetish wear section. Juliette was clearly caught off-guard a little this time, as she had to lean and do a couple quick hops to catch up. One thing the shop had in spades was fetish clothing from leather to latex. Seeing as Jules was all in leather, Athena opted for a leather bodice she had been eyeing for a while and a crotchless set of leather shorts. She needed the exposure for some of her plans on the night.
Then the shoes. There were too damn many options. Finally, she managed to narrow it to three pairs and decided Jules could afford all three. One pair was a classic high heeled thigh-high boots. The second was a knee-high pair of platform boots that looked not that dissimilar to her worn combat boots. And the last, a pair of ankle height ballet boots. Those would be for another day, but she couldn’t resist adding them to the growing list of items. She turned to Jules, rattling off each item and its price. Jules simply thanked her for the opportunity to buy them.
It gave Athena a thought. She pulled Jules close with the leash, taking the chance to land a loud slap on that firm ass again before letting her hand drift to Juliette’s sex. It was surpassingly wet. Athena began teasing, letting her fingers dance lightly, tracing those slick lips and probing absently a little deeper. “You know, slut, these new shoes will need polishing. What would you say to using your tongue to do that for your Goddess?”
Jules moaned softly, and Athena felt a slight clenching between the woman’s legs. “If it pleases my Goddess.”
“It would,” Athena declared, pulling her hand free and giving a small light slap to the same area. It wasn’t enough to really be painful, but Jules jerked and jumped slightly. Athena started to reach to pinch Juliette’s nipples, but stopped, remembering how sensitive they probably were from the clamps. Instead, she simply tugged the leash, adding, “Come along slut. We have so much more.”
And so they continued their shopping spree. Athena led a hopping Jules around as she grabbed item after item. Occasionally, she would spank Jules or tease her. It was clear both women were fucking horny as hell. By the end, the tally had risen close to an obscene $10,000 to Athena’s shock and horror. There was no way Jules would be okay with that much. She was already mentally triaging what items she might actually buy. But when she revealed the total, still in her haughty Goddess tone, Jules thanked her Goddess without hesitation.
In numb shock, Athena processed the payment. Fuck, I forget how rich she is. It was more than that, though. The goth knew the main reason Jules was okay with the cost was because it had been for Athena. It made her blush. Material value was great, but that it was a testament of the lengths Juliette would go for Athena was not lost on the goth.
Now time for the real fucking fun, Athena smiled.
…
Juliette panted heavily around the ball gag once more, wedged in her mouth as she strained in a stress position. They had been playing for several hours, and Athena had put her through her paces so far. First, she’d been flogged on her ass as punishment for not bringing the appropriate toys. Atty had honestly gone light on the punishment at the start. The blows faintly stinging, but Jules had used her moaning to encourage stronger hits. Eventually, the flogger strikes became as meaty as Juliette preferred.
Then she had eaten Athena out to at least two orgasms, while at the same time, she herself was teased to the edge of an orgasm. In fact, over the last few hours Atty had teased Juliette to the very edge of an orgasm at least a half dozen times to only deny it at the last moment when Juliette begged for permission. Her pleas were answered each time with a firm, “Not yet, slut.” Juliette was already an aroused mess from finally being with Atty, but the edging was on a whole other level.
Athena had seemed cautious throughout the night, but was finally starting to really push things. Like right now. Juliette let out a long groan into the ball gag. She was currently on the floor of the shop. Athena had gotten her into a full split a few minutes ago. Juliette could still do a split, but it definitely proved a lot harder and hurt a lot more than when she was younger. Atty hadn’t stopped there, though. She had then tied rope to Juliette’s right ankle and left knee, securing them to something in the store that held Juliette stuck in the stressful position.
Next Atty had truly surprised Jules, in a good way, when she tied a rope about the big toe of the redhead’s left foot, pulling it upward, tying it to her pony-tailed hair. It had forced Juliette to arch her back. Thank God Athena had removed the corset an hour earlier. Once in position, Atty had then started alternating between a couple minutes teasing her with a magic wand and using a cane on her legs. The teasing never lasted long enough to really get her to the edge, just enough to give an annoying reminder of how much she wanted an orgasm and hadn’t gotten one.
Atty might not be a professional dominatrix like Mistress Kara, but she was surprisingly good. Of course, my gothic angel is this good, Juliette thought. The buzzing at her womanhood cut off again. She mewled slightly, preparing herself for the next round of cane strikes. A giggle from Athena made Juliette smile inside. Atty was having a good time. They both were. They still had a long way to figure out everything about each other’s bodies, but Jules was impressed with how well things had gone. They were hours in and neither wanted to stop.
The first cane stroke came down on the inside of her extended right thigh. She grunted in pain and pleasure. She had discovered, under Mistress Kara’s tutelage, that she enjoyed certain forms of pain applied to certain parts of her body. Her inner thighs were one of those places. She quickly garbled a mostly unintelligible, “Thank you, Goddess” through her gag. She actually meant it, too. It wasn’t some roleplay. She genuinely was enjoying herself despite the strain. She could only last a little longer before she’d have to signal, but she would hold out as long as she could for the pleasure of both of them.
The next strike cracked against her right shin. Hitting mostly skin and bone, this hit only brought pain, no pleasure. She repeated her thank you all the same. The third strike caught her raised left foot clean across her soft arch. Her foot scrunched and pulled away, reflexively tugging harshly at her hair. She sputtered a spit filled scream into the gag. Her body arching back slightly further, chasing her errant foot.
Atty must have found the display particularly amusing as she repeated the strike to Juliette’s left sole a few more times. Jules, despite the pain and strain, could imagine Atty smiling down at her as her body betrayed her, foot pulling her head back painfully with each stroke. A fun and surprising predicament on top of the ache from doing the splits. After the flurry of strikes abated, Jules started seriously considering using her safe signal to relieve the general ache. Her body needed a break.
Before she could though, Athena spoke, in her Goddess voice, which was actually really kind of adorable to Jules, that it was time for a new position. Jules was yet again impressed as Atty seemed to have guessed she was at her limits in this position. Athena released her from the ropes, allowing her to keel over and lay there on her side for a few minutes to recover, though the gag, hood, collar, and armbinder remained.
The respite ended with Atty declaring, “Enough rest, slut, time to clean your Goddess’s new shoes.”
Soon Juliette found herself on her knees, leather belts around her thighs and ankles. The gag had been removed, obviously, as Atty placed three pairs of shoes in front of her and made her lick and kiss them. She had expected Athena to be wearing them when this happened, but apparently her Goddess had other plans. As her lips and tongue played across leather and rubber, Jules found the situation even more degrading and arousing, knowing that she was being made to clean shoes that weren’t even being worn. It was as if she were not even worthy to lick her gothic angel’s shoes once they were on her feet. The humiliation of this was really turning her on in a surprising way. Of course, that could have just been the orgasm denial talking too.
She must have been distracted by the novelty of her humiliation, or her efforts had been deemed lackluster, as Juliette suddenly felt a pressure at the back of her hooded head pressing her lips hard against the leather of one shoe. It dawned on her this pressure was from Athena’s bare foot pressing down on her head. A pulse of erotic arousal coursed between Juliette’s legs. Maybe it was because they had known each other so intimately, but it seemed like Athena knew exactly which buttons to press for Juliette’s submissive bliss.
This was so humiliating and so very hot being made to lick empty shoes while her delicate angel stepped on her. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue lashing out frantically against rubber and leather, letting out loud moans. Atty’s foot remained at the back of her head. As she worked, she pictured in her mind how erotic this must look. Her, bundled in green leather, licking shoes. Her Goddess, in a leather bodice, a delicate and pale foot resting on her head, black nail polished toes pressing into the leather, guiding her in her task. She began moaning, and moaning embarrassingly loud as her tongue flitted across the toe of one shoe and then again as she pressed her lips to the instep of the same piece of footwear.
Despite the arousing situation, or maybe because of it, Juliette’s frenetic pace slowed, if only slightly. That seemed to be enough for a disciplining from her wonderful angel, her Goddess. “You can do better than that slut!” The guiding foot at the back of her head pressed her hard against the leather top of one of the shoes as a sharp crack and stinging pain erupted from her butt.
Atty had struck her with a crop it felt like, and as Athena’s slender foot ground her face into the boot, Juliette suffered another dozen strikes. The pressure on her hooded head lessened, though never fully went away. Athena’s foot lightly held to the back of her head as a constant reminder. She proffered an apology. “Sorry, Goddess.” She continued her apology between new hurried licks and kisses, “I’ll…do…better…my…Goddess…I…promise.”
“You’d better slut. I’m strongly considering not giving you an orgasm tonight after this pathetic effort.”
Juliette whined pitifully between licks at the thought of being denied climaxing tonight with how horny she was. Atty wouldn’t be that cruel, right? She tried to reassure herself. No, there was a faint familiar insincerity to the words, the sort that she recognized from when they were kids and Atty would tease her about something like one of her drawings or her clothes. Atty was simply playing her role, and the idea of being denied that final bliss on the night served to heighten the experience.
For the next several minutes, her mouth must have been up to Athena’s standards as the crop didn’t return, though that delicate foot remained ever present at the back of her head. A reminder in Juliette’s blinded darkness of her gloomy princess’s presence. It was almost unsettling when the constant press at the back of her head vanished suddenly. Before Jules could consider why, she felt a sudden weight on her back. Athena had sat on her like she was a stool, driving Juliette’s own leather-bound arms against her backside trapped under the gothic goddess. Atty’s fingers began toying with Juliette’s womanhood, frustratingly light, but still oh so welcome in her currently lustful state. Then as sudden as the pleasure started it ceased, replaced with the sting of a slap across her ass.
A dispassionate, “Keep licking,” ushering from the black lips of her lovely tormentor.
Juliette resumed the task. “I’m…sorry…Goddess…it…won’t…happen…again,” proclaimed between licks. Her lips and tongue were growing tired, but she would keep going as best as she could for her Goddess, her lover, her Atty.
The teasing digits returned, gracing Juliette’s slickened slit once more. “Hmmm…I suppose I’ll be kind, slut, and grant you an orgasm, even if you don’t deserve it.” Jules warmed with both arousal and pride. Those last words had the same familiar insincerity, meaning Atty actually thought she deserved an orgasm for her performance.
Before long, Juliette found herself lashed atop the Sybian her goddess had made her buy earlier in the night. Her arms still laced in their armbinder, but pulled back and secured to something. A leash attached to her posture collar, pulled forward and was anchored as a counter to the tension on her arms. Ankle and thigh cuffs returned and were used to keep her from rising from her kneeling position on the device. She only had an inch or so of give restrained as she was. Not enough to escape the attachment protruding up into her at the moment.
“Ready, slut?”
“Yes, Goddess!” Juliette was electric with excitement and need. She gasped as Atty placed one last kiss on her lips before locking on the familiar ball gag. Then a click and the beast beneath her hummed to life. The effect was immediate. She tensed. The device slowly ramped up under the watchful gaze of her gothic seraph, and before even a minute had passed the weight, not just of the night’s teasing but of the denied love of more than a decade, proved too much, and Juliette shuddered and thrashed into an avalanche of orgasmic bliss. Every muscle in her body pulled and pushed in her bindings. Toes curled, calves flexed, arms pressed against leather. Her neck tried to arch back in opposition to the leash. An animalistic shriek battered the ball gag. Through it all as her mind swam through pleasure, the only thought she could muster was how much she had missed her Atty. A strange, yet oddly perfect thought as her body convulsed in its delirious delight.
…
Athena lay next to a spent Jules. She was pretty exhausted herself from the workday, the emotional revelations of the night, and the pleasure filled debauchery of the last few hours. She lazily traced Juliette’s ear with her fingers before letting them drift back up into that fiery mane of hair. They were both nude on the floor of the fitting room where the night had started. They were cuddling under a blanket Athena had retrieved from her car. She was currently spooning the tired redhead.
Jules had been fucking brilliant on the night, fueling Athena’s creativity as a dominant and enduring everything she had thrown her way. Jules was an absolute badass and beautiful soul. Somehow, despite never having had sex with each other before, they had locked in and understood each other’s needs and desires in a way Athena had never experienced with any other partner. Maybe this whole soulmate thing wasn’t a load of bullshit. In truth, the romantic in her had never stopped believing such drivel, and now she couldn’t deny what she had always known. Juliette was her soulmate, her other half. They still had over ten years of pent-up emotions and trauma to deal with, but that could wait. For now, she just wanted to lay here for as long as possible drinking in the returned presence of her Jules.
“Hey, how’s your throat feeling?” Athena asked, still worried about every little strain the night had placed on Juliette.
Jules turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at the concerned goth. “I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m only hoarse. Nothing some honey tea and rest won’t fix.” Her voice was soft but gravelly, a faint smile hiding on her chapped lips where Athena had applied lip balm earlier.
“Sorry, I didn’t have any honey or tea,” Athena apologized despite the ridiculousness of it. After all, why would she have any of those things here at the sex shop she worked at?
Jules rolled over, an ache filled groan escaping her lips. She came to rest so their noses were nearly touching. “The water was plenty good enough for now.” She leaned in and kissed Athena warmly. The goth didn’t even mind the wet sticky feeling of the lip balm. They pulled back slightly to gaze into each other’s eyes. Familiar sapphires and emeralds lost in each other’s luster. The trance broke when Athena’s hand brushed across Juliette’s chest and elicited a small wince, a reminder of the physical toll the latter had endured tonight.
“I know you are sore, but does anything feel weirdly strained or painful?” Asked anxiously.
Juliette smiled, one of her hands cupping the side of Athena’s face, her thumb stroking the goth’s cheek slowly, softly. “For the thousandth time, I’m okay. You don’t need to worry. I’m tougher than I look, Atty.”
Athena felt slightly embarrassed. While she hadn’t asked that question a thousand times, she had asked a variant of it probably more than twenty times. She wanted to be sure Jules was okay from their session and wanted to do whatever she could to ease any lingering pains.
“Hey, aftercare matters, and the last thing we need right now is me fucking that up and you paying for it.”
Juliette kissed her again. “I feel perfectly pampered and taken care of.”
Athena couldn’t help but think that was bullshit laying on the floor of a sex shop under a bargain bin blanket, but the look in those verdant, brilliant eyes said Jules at least thought them true.
Then a flicker of something else hit Juliette’s countenance, as something seemed to come to her. “What time is it, though? Do we need to get going before the next shift arrives?”
“Well, I’m on the next shift, and seeing as Melanie flaked last night and was supposed to be working with me this morning, I really doubt she’ll show up.” Juliette appeared to be still concerned.
Athena wrapped her arms around the other woman and nuzzled in at her neck, placing a few light kisses. “Besides, even if we don’t open on time, I know this one cute slut who I bet would be willing to cover the cost of any lost revenue.”
Jules giggled and gave a limp wristed slap to Athena’s back. “Bitch,” she chuckled.
Athena looked back up into the familiar and cute freckled face of her Jules. “I love you, Jules.”
Those emerald eyes wavered, misted with tears. “And I love you, Atty.”