but Gwen spoke first.
"Where did it come from, anyway?"
"Emma told me she found it in an old bookstore. It came with some book, all about the morality of hypnosis or something…"
"Could that tell us how to destroy it?"
"Actually… it might!"
Gwen's eyes lit up. "Can you get it, then?"
Lydia looked away. "I don't know… I still don't know exactly how Emma feels about it. We promised to talk about everything… but we haven't had the opportunity yet."
"What if she wants to keep the locket , use it again?"
Lydia kept looking away, not sure what to say .
Gwen kept glancing at her attractive face, tracing her cheeks and eyes, struggling with her own feelings.
After another half-mile's walk down the forest path, Lydia finally spoke. "Did you… sixty-nine with that woman?"
"No," she replied, biting her lip.
They stopped, both acutely aware of how alone they were. It was the middle of the day, deep in the woods, and there would be nobody about…
A moment later, they were suddenly kissing.
Warm skin and hot breath mingled, both feeling amazing against the cold.
"I've missed your taste," Gwen whispered between deep kisses.
Lydia pulled back, closing her eyes for a long moment. "I can't… I have a girlfriend…"
"But - what about all that sex in the dungeon and the shower -"
"That's different," she said, flustered. "That's something we did together. "
Gwen shook, nervous. "All that in the shower, she wasn't there… our chemistry was real. That was the best sex I've ever had. I dream about that sixty-nine with you."
"It's lesbian sex," Lydia countered, stepping a foot back. "It's amazing, addictive, especially the first time. I t's the same way the locket hooks people. That's all."
Heated, Gwen undid her belt and jeans button. She grabbed Lydia's hand and forced it down her pants. "You feel that? You make me wet. You're so fucking gorgeous, and you're a woman, and you turn me on. You can't wake me up to all this and then leave me out in the cold!"
Trembling, Lydia gave no immediate response. Her hand moved lightly between panties and warm, wet skin.
Gwen closed her eyes, struggling to keep from shuddering at the private touch, strugg ling to keep from spooking her companion.
"You turn me on, too," Lydia whispered. "That's why I chose you."
She tensed.
"That's right. It wasn't Emma's idea, it was mine. I have a thing f or blondes, and I saw you at the bookstore, and I used the locket to keep redoing our conversations until I said just the right thing to get you to do what I wanted. I manipulated you into going down on me, and then, later, I used the locket to bring you to our house and put you in that cage."
Gwen listened to the entire confession in silence, her heart racing. Reviewing her own memories, she could see now how their first conversation - in the bookstore, and in that changing room - had gone perfectly. Lydia had played her expertly, bringing her down that one rare path that actually brought to her knees to lick another woman… something that, at the time, she would have never consciously considered.
Strangely, the thought of her own manipulation and domination just turned her on more. It was the flip side to what she'd just done to Grace on her wedding night…
She gripped Lydia's arm tighter, moving her hand against her heated sex. "I like it."
"What?" The brunette stared at her.
"I like what you did," she said again . "It's hot. "
"…so you're not mad? You don't think I'm horrible?" Her tone belied her own tortured insecurities.
Gwen shook her head sincerely. "You're not horrible. You're beautiful."
They began kissing again, Lydia's hand now working intently down her pants. The simmering energy between them intensified, and they backed up against a tree, exchanging tongues and breath.
Gwen sighed and laid her head back against the tree as the hand against her mound grew more forceful.
Lydia kissed her taut neck, trailing down to the limits of her jacket. Just as she was about to
"Where did it come from, anyway?"
"Emma told me she found it in an old bookstore. It came with some book, all about the morality of hypnosis or something…"
"Could that tell us how to destroy it?"
"Actually… it might!"
Gwen's eyes lit up. "Can you get it, then?"
Lydia looked away. "I don't know… I still don't know exactly how Emma feels about it. We promised to talk about everything… but we haven't had the opportunity yet."
"What if she wants to keep the locket , use it again?"
Lydia kept looking away, not sure what to say .
Gwen kept glancing at her attractive face, tracing her cheeks and eyes, struggling with her own feelings.
After another half-mile's walk down the forest path, Lydia finally spoke. "Did you… sixty-nine with that woman?"
"No," she replied, biting her lip.
They stopped, both acutely aware of how alone they were. It was the middle of the day, deep in the woods, and there would be nobody about…
A moment later, they were suddenly kissing.
Warm skin and hot breath mingled, both feeling amazing against the cold.
"I've missed your taste," Gwen whispered between deep kisses.
Lydia pulled back, closing her eyes for a long moment. "I can't… I have a girlfriend…"
"But - what about all that sex in the dungeon and the shower -"
"That's different," she said, flustered. "That's something we did together. "
Gwen shook, nervous. "All that in the shower, she wasn't there… our chemistry was real. That was the best sex I've ever had. I dream about that sixty-nine with you."
"It's lesbian sex," Lydia countered, stepping a foot back. "It's amazing, addictive, especially the first time. I t's the same way the locket hooks people. That's all."
Heated, Gwen undid her belt and jeans button. She grabbed Lydia's hand and forced it down her pants. "You feel that? You make me wet. You're so fucking gorgeous, and you're a woman, and you turn me on. You can't wake me up to all this and then leave me out in the cold!"
Trembling, Lydia gave no immediate response. Her hand moved lightly between panties and warm, wet skin.
Gwen closed her eyes, struggling to keep from shuddering at the private touch, strugg ling to keep from spooking her companion.
"You turn me on, too," Lydia whispered. "That's why I chose you."
She tensed.
"That's right. It wasn't Emma's idea, it was mine. I have a thing f or blondes, and I saw you at the bookstore, and I used the locket to keep redoing our conversations until I said just the right thing to get you to do what I wanted. I manipulated you into going down on me, and then, later, I used the locket to bring you to our house and put you in that cage."
Gwen listened to the entire confession in silence, her heart racing. Reviewing her own memories, she could see now how their first conversation - in the bookstore, and in that changing room - had gone perfectly. Lydia had played her expertly, bringing her down that one rare path that actually brought to her knees to lick another woman… something that, at the time, she would have never consciously considered.
Strangely, the thought of her own manipulation and domination just turned her on more. It was the flip side to what she'd just done to Grace on her wedding night…
She gripped Lydia's arm tighter, moving her hand against her heated sex. "I like it."
"What?" The brunette stared at her.
"I like what you did," she said again . "It's hot. "
"…so you're not mad? You don't think I'm horrible?" Her tone belied her own tortured insecurities.
Gwen shook her head sincerely. "You're not horrible. You're beautiful."
They began kissing again, Lydia's hand now working intently down her pants. The simmering energy between them intensified, and they backed up against a tree, exchanging tongues and breath.
Gwen sighed and laid her head back against the tree as the hand against her mound grew more forceful.
Lydia kissed her taut neck, trailing down to the limits of her jacket. Just as she was about to
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