The Night Off by Meghan O'Brien

knees,” Nat said, nudging Emily toward the mattress. “I want your ass high in the air. Make sure your pussy is nice and open for me.”
    With none of the shyness of their first encounter, Emily quickly assumed her position on the bed. She set her knees far apart and arched her back, showing off her aroused sex with a breathless groan. Hot lust roared through Nat at the sight of Emily so brazen and unguarded, offering her body with enthusiasm. She crawled onto the bed behind Emily, then grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her wide.
    Emily whimpered. “Please, mistress.”
    “Please what?” Nat watched, fascinated, as wetness literally trickled out of Emily. Her need was plain to see, and Nat yearned to slide her tongue through it. “Please do this?” She brought her mouth close to Emily’s labia, breathing on her hot flesh. “Or were you hoping for something more?”
    Rather than answer, Emily rocked backward on her knees. Expecting the move, Nat retreated, then tightened her grip on Emily’s hips to keep her in place.
    Emily hissed in frustration when it became clear that she couldn’t force Nat to give in. “Shit,” she muttered.
    Though Nat’s first instinct was to give Emily’s pretty bottom a light swat, she decided to do something unexpected instead. She pulled apart Emily’s buttocks and exposed her anus, which tightened as she moved in, as though anticipating her touch. Nat ran the flat of her tongue across the soft pucker, delighted by the loud, surprised cry she coaxed from Emily’s throat.
    “Oh my God,” Emily whispered.
    “Do you like that?” Nat licked her again, then once more. She slid her hand between Emily’s thighs, using three fingers to rub large circles over Emily’s clit. “Has anyone ever licked you there before?”
    “Yes, mistress.” Emily trembled. “And no, mistress.”
    “Should I keep doing it?”
    “ Please , mistress.”
    Tickled by the urgency in Emily’s voice, Nat gave her another gentle lick. She quickened the speed of her fingers on Emily’s clit, no longer interested in drawing this out. She needed to hear Emily come—now. Sensing her climax approaching, Nat lapped at Emily’s anus with small, precise licks, setting her bucking against Nat’s face and hand.
    Nat drew away and rasped, “Come for me, darling.” Then she went back to work, licking and stroking Emily until she quivered and fell to pieces with a high-pitched cry.
    Emily stayed upright on shaking knees as she rode out her climax, until finally she collapsed on the bed with a muffled moan. Nat climbed up her body, trailing kisses along her spine, then settled by her side. She rubbed her hand over Emily’s shoulders, waiting for her to recover.
    After some time, Emily lifted her head and gave her a dazed smile. “That was a nice surprise.”
    Nat kissed her on the cheek. “I’m full of them.”
    “I see that.” Emily exhaled, then broke eye contact. “So…I imagine we’ll need to leave here soon, huh? Before the next appointment.”
    This was the moment of truth. Even with as much fun as they’d had over the past twelve hours, Nat wasn’t sure whether Emily would want to keep getting to know each other outside the penthouse. Though they hadn’t even spent a whole day together yet, the thought of saying good-bye to Emily forever was painful. Emily might want to become a regular client, but Nat really didn’t want to take her money when she was the one who so badly wanted to continue their contact.
    Emily tilted her head. “What is it?”
    Unable to summon her usual confidence, Nat could only manage an embarrassed shrug. “No, you’re right. The cleaning crew will be here in a couple hours.”
    “But?”
    Was it her imagination, or did she detect a glimmer of hope in Emily’s eyes? The thought emboldened her. “But,” Nat said, smoothing her hand down Emily’s spine, “I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day, and I was wondering…” She decided that being