Parked in the driveway of the home she now shared with Frost, Caitlin carefully took off the coat she'd worn all throughout her workday and bundled it into the passenger seat. She knew full well that it was her six month anniversary with Frost, and as different as they were, Frost was the same person as her. Doubtless she knew it too and had something planned. But, for her part, Caitlin wanted to wear something nice for her lover.
Her pumps had six-inch heels, which she'd become adept at walking in ever since she'd started dating Frost, and underneath her coat, her red dress held her from just over her nipples to just below her pelvis, and tightly enough to make Frost jealous. A pair of spaghetti straps kept the dress in place, ensuring that anything beyond the sight of her long, long legs and the contours of her firm breasts would be reserved for Frost alone.
She got out of the car, making the walk to the front door with a highly appropriate chill. It was a cold night and her dress offered no more protection from the wind than it did anything else. It was almost translucent, even, showing the texture of her creamy skin and the scantiness of the panties she wore underneath it, as well as the insubstantial ghosts of her breasts, like the view one would get through a shower curtain. Despite all the times Frost had seen her naked in the past six months, Caitlin knew this would drive her wild.
She unlocked the door, opened it, and came in to see Frost leaning against the wall, wearing little more than a one-piece leotard, a set of stockings, and the bondage harness that held her strap-on to her groin. Caitlin gaped. Anything passing by on the street could look in and see Frost in what amounted to lingerie. It put her little red dress to shame.
"Good," Frost said. "You've started undressing. Get in here and finish up."
Caitlin recognized the tone she used. It brooked no disagreement and accepted no argument. It also promised pleasure beyond anything Caitlin could imagine. More than once, she'd been absorbed in work, poring over some project, when Frost had insisted that it was time for a break. The thing that ended up broken usually ended up being her pussy.
Caitlin rushed inside, closing and locking the door behind her. The curtains were already drawn and the lights set on low. With the push of a button by Frost, a slow R&B number started to play on the stereo. Far from settling Caitlin's breathy excitement, it only made her more restlessly aroused. She felt like she was riding a roller coaster, going from zero to sixty faster than even Barry could. She wouldn't be surprised if Frost fucked her against the front door. Her 'other half' wasn't a big fan of waiting.
"You look nice," Frost purred, stepping closer to get a better look at Caitlin. "
Slutty.
I like it."
"Thank you, mistress," Caitlin said, recognizing that Frost wasn't speaking to her as her girlfriend, but as the woman who quite literally owned her ass and expected her authority to be acknowledged.
"Give us a twirl."
Caitlin obediently spun, letting Frost look over her dress from both in front and behind. Frost nearly mewled as she saw the bulge of Caitlin's buttocks, sheathed in the dress down to the very beginnings of her thighs. The dress's hem nearly left the crotch of her panties exposed, too. Frost liked it. She liked it a lot.
"Such a good girl," Frost breathed. "You know what I like, don't you?"
"It's what I like, mistress," Caitlin breathed, looking downcast at the slight contradiction she'd voiced. "I like it when you look at me."
"Especially when I look at you like I'm right about to ravish you. Because I am." Frost ran a finger through Caitlin's hair, enjoying the silky smooth curls robust with life, so light the brown was almost blonde. A warm, earthy counterpoint to her own icy platinum hair. "I should take you out to eat while you're wearing this. Look at you all night. Let everyone else see what only I get to have. Would you like that, Caitlin?"
"No, mistress. I only want you to look at me. I love only being yours."
"Really?" Frost sounded dubiously avuncular, like she was being told a joke whose punchline she was slowly puzzling out. "No matter. I don't have reservations anywhere and we're not going to that
fucking
coffee shop. Take it off. Let me see you. Even that dress can't improve on perfection."
Caitlin did as ordered, pulling the dress over her head to leave her in nothing but her panties, and humming with the approval Frost gave her as she looked over Caitlin's well-shaped breasts, her fair skin, the body that was so like her own but tinged with submission instead of authority.
"Very nice," Frost said. "Now, where's my kiss?"
With a shudder of arousal from being so exposed, Caitlin went to her mistress and kissed her. Not obediently, but with the passion Frost's instruction had unleashed, determined to drive out of Frost the succulent moans that Caitlin lived for. Frost smugly received the kiss, locking her lips with Caitlin's and letting them melt together as if their kiss would never end. Her hand ran down Caitlin's body from her lush hair to the curves of her flesh, enjoying how Caitlin obligingly pressed herself to Frost's touch, her willing little toy.
"Good girl," Frost said as she pulled away. "Now kiss
him."
Torn between obedience to Frost and wishing to kiss those supple lips some more, Caitlin had to force herself to her knees, where she gave the tip of Frost's dildo a loving kiss. Caitlin grinned down at her, approving of the submission. She took the strap-on in her hand and smacked it playfully against Caitlin's cheek before placing it under Caitlin's jaw, pushing upward.
"On your feet, my pretty little pet," Frost said. "I have a surprise for you. A little something to reward my girl for being such a good slut."
Caitlin nodded, biting her lip, trying to restrain her enthusiasm. She couldn't begin to imagine what Frost had in store for her, but she knew from long experience that whatever it was, she would no doubt end up with her brains fucked out by the time her encounter was done.
Frost led her deeper into the house, away from the outside world and its disapproval, its sanity, to bring her to none other than Iris West. The beauty wore only a set of lingerie and an unbuttoned blouse. The bra and panties were dark, with yellow highlights bringing out the curves of her lush flesh, showing off her abundant ass and the wonderful voluptuousness of her cleavage. The blouse that hung open gave a measure of modesty, showed an endearing uncertainty that made charming a body that was otherwise overwhelming. But nothing she wore or didn't wear could keep a body as curvy and statuesque as hers from being sensual, a sexual playground that Caitlin couldn't help but hunger for. Her body and Frost's, after all, were the same slender offering. Iris was pure luscious variety.
