This story was previously published under my old username, latenightkiss. After this chapter there will be new chapters coming soon!
With a thud, Chloe dropped the last box onto the foyer floor. Moving was exhausting, and she was dripping in sweat. She gazed down at the box of books with contempt, dreading the trip up the stairs. If only Anne lived in a high-rise apartment with an elevator, instead of a two-story house. There were twenty-eight steps between the first story and the second. There were at least ten to get to the staircase, and another fifteen at the top to get to the office. Fifty-three steps and she would be done moving. That would be easy, right?
With a groan, Chloe hefted the box into her arms and tried not to think about how heavy it was. It was a small box, and it maybe held fifteen books, so why was it so heavy? Chloe pushed the thought out of her mind and trudged up the stairs, panting. She loved the grand, sweeping staircase, but right now she wished it were practical and straight, with no extra steps.
She stopped for a moment to rest at the top of the stairs, hating how winded she felt. Her office was just down the hall; she and Anne had painted the former guest bedroom and converted it into a useable space a few days after Anne had asked her to move in. The walls were now a pale blue, and one wall was lined with white shelves for her books.
As she walked down the hall, she passed their bedroom. Anne was lying naked on the bed, her cell phone to her ear. She had been getting calls all morning from her office, needing her input on something. The last call had come in as Chloe had grabbed the last box. With an apologetic smile, Anne had taken the call and gone up to their room to talk. The being naked part seemed weird to Chloe, but only a little, as she knew that Anne preferred to be in the buff when in her own home. She spent all week confined into business suits and dresses, and when she was at home she wanted to be as comfortable as possible.
Chloe plopped the box on top of the stack she already had going by the wall of shelves. They had slowly been moving things to Anne's house throughout the week, and most of it was already unpacked. Deciding that she would rather finish unpacking the office, she opened a box and began to unpack.
As she slid the last volume of her leather-bound Complete Works of William Shakespeare on the shelf, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. "Hey, baby," Anne whispered against the back of her neck. "All done?"
Chloe nodded, leaning her head back against Anne's shoulder. "Yeah, just finished."
"Good, then we can shower." Anne tugged on her hand and Chloe followed her to their bathroom.
Anne flipped the shower on, and went to work on peeling off Chloe's clothes. Her girl was dressed in an old pair of capris and a t-shirt that was snug across her bountiful breasts. She had watched her bend to pick books out of the boxes on the floor for five minutes, just enjoying the sight of her perky ass before she had stepped forward. Tugging off Chloe's worn jeans she moaned when she noticed that her lover wasn't wearing any panties.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Anne chuckled.
"I packed all my underwear the other day when I brought all my clothes over. I didn't have any to wear today," Chloe grinned, biting her bottom lip.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What am I going to do with you?"
"Punish me?"
Anne shook her head. "I think I'll tease you instead. Get in the shower, baby."
Chloe did as she was told and shrieked and the icy water pelted her skin. Her nipples contracted and she shivered. Anne followed her submissive into the shower, careful to avoid the freezing spray. She sat on the bench seat, spreading her legs, exposing her dripping pussy. Chloe eyed the sight hungrily.
"My pussy is feeling neglected today. It needs some attention, pet."
Chloe licked her lips and nodded. "Can we turn up the temperature?"
"After I cum."
Chloe nodded again and leaned forward, burying her face in Anne's musky wetness. Eagerly she lapped at her Mistress' dripping cunt. She latched her lips around her distended clit and sucked hard, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from Anne. Chloe nipped it gently before she dove her tongue deep inside Anne's soaking sheath.
"Mmm, baby, right there," Anne moaned.
Swirling her tongue inside her, Chloe used every technique she had to bring Anne to orgasm. Barely a minute passed before her Mistress came, screaming. Chloe withdrew, sitting back on her haunches in the middle of the ice-cold spray. She licked her lips again, savoring the taste of Anne's pussy on her lips.
"That's the stuff," Anne reached around the trajectory of the spray to turn the dial. The water heated quickly, smoothing the goosebumps away from Chloe's skin.
"I pleased you, Mistress?" Chloe asked softly.
"You always do, baby," Anne leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting her tongue between Chloe's parted lips.
When they drew apart, Anne pushed at Chloe's shoulders. "Lay down, baby. I've got plans for you."
Chloe went willingly, lying prone on shower floor, the spray beating down on her legs. Anne reached up and grabbed the second showerhead, the one with the long handle and the pulsating spray option. Chloe squirmed with anticipation as she realized what her Mistress was about to do. They'd played this game a few times before, and she always loved it.
Anne stood above her, the spray from the big showerhead raining down on her. "I bought a new toy for you baby, I hope you like it."
Remembering the last new toy Anne had bought, Chloe felt her pussy spasm. The ice dildo had been amazing, and she suspected that this one would be too. Anne reached into the in-shower shelf and pulled out a bright pink dildo. There didn't seem to be anything out of ht ordinary about it, but with her Mistress, Chloe could never be certain.
"Do you know what this is, baby?" Chloe shook her head, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. "It's a water dildo," Anne told her, grabbing the small shower hose that they rarely used. She twisted the end of the dildo onto it, and Chloe watched with fascination as water started pulsing out of the dildo.
"I'm going to give you a choice: do you want this in your pussy, or in your ass?"
In the week since Anne had asked her to move in with her, they had barely had time to sleep, let alone have sex. The one time that they had, they'd sixty-nined before they fell asleep. There certainly hadn't been time for toys. Chloe was ready to be fucked hard, and she didn't care which hole got stuffed.
"Surprise me," she said huskily.
