The Sizzling Sapphic Romance Series 'Awakening of Desire' EBook Bundle (EBOOK BUNDLE)

• Age Gap Romance
• BDSM/Power Exchange
• Poly
• Second Chance
• Healing from Past Trauma
• Found Family
• Forbidden/Taboo Attraction
• Rich Girl/Poor Girl

Chapter One

"I wouldn't ask unless I had to. You know that, don't you?" Matt dissolved into another fit of coughing, and Abby gave an involuntary shudder as the sound of mucus rattled through the phone.
"I know. I know," she repeated, grabbing an envelope from the pile of unopened bills which sat on the top of the microwave. A sticky residue caught her hand as she reached for the pen. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Still holding the pen, Abby lifted the side of her hand to her mouth and licked. Yup, it was definitely honey. That was a relief. Letting out a long sigh, she tapped out an impatient rhythm with the pen nib on the paper, waiting for Matt's coughing to subside. When it did, she wasted no time.
"Right. What's the address?"
"It's Mill Farm Road, Aberdour. Well, it's not in Aberdour. It's about five minutes outside of the village," Matt said in a thin wheeze. "I'll WhatsApp you the directions and coordinates. Just follow the road to the bend. You can't miss it."
"Mm." Like the last Glencoe shoot, she thought, but decided not to vocalise the cynicism she held towards her friend's navigational prowess, or rather lack of it. On that trip, Betty, her battered, brown Renault Clio, had to be abandoned halfway up a sheep track. Mind you, being rescued by the rather luscious Lisa, a smallholder with a throbbing quad bike, had given the day a welcome upturn.
"I've let Victoria know you'll be there by nine, ready to start."
"What you've already—"
"Abby, you're a fucking star. You know that. Right?"
Abby rolled her eyes at Matt's stock question. It'd taken a few months after they'd first met to realise it wasn't rhetorical, because frustratingly, if she didn't respond with immediate agreement, then he'd just keep asking. The balance between fondness and downright irritation with him was always in equal measure.
"Yes, Matt, I know that. Send me across the job sheet and the address and I'll get it done, but you owe me. Big time." Abby was pretty sure Matt spluttered some more thanks, but she didn't hang on the line any longer than she had to. Ill people were never really her thing.
Hanging up, she leant into her kit bag and pulled out a bottle of sanitiser. The clear blob hit her palm with a reassuring plop and she worked it over her skin, as though Matt's virus could have seeped through the phone line.
The screen lit up with directions for tomorrow. One tap later and the full spec appeared.
Client: Victoria Fraser.
Address: Tigh Na Dànachd, Mill Farm Road, Aberdour.
Details: Product shoot for website. Adult themed.
Abby's eyebrows raised. This was a little different from her bread-and-butter wedding shoot. Intrigued, she read on.
There were approximately twenty new products being added to an existing online retail business. Her fingers sped across the MacBook keyboard, typing the site address, wetforwomen.co.
Abby came face to boobs with a tanned, well-endowed pair of—yup, given the proximity and placement of their hands, it was a safe bet they were lesbians.
Running her finger over the trackpad, Abby decided the favour she was doing Matt might not be such a hardship after all. Besides, if she wasn't covering Matt's shoot, she'd be spending the day editing images of couples cooing over each other, dripping in love.
Eurgh!
The poor saps had no idea how fast it would all come tumbling down once the shine had worn off. They'd wake up one morning to the realisation that they had already peaked, leaving them warped together in a sad spiral of descent for the rest of their days. At least that was the matter-of-fact reason Katie offered for the end of their marriage. It happened over porridge one morning, with such quick efficiency, Abby's bowl was still warm when the door slammed closed for the last time. That had been eighteen months ago, and Abby still couldn't reconcile Katie's vision of bleak oblivion with her own excited anticipation for the holiday they'd booked to Disney. To this day, she still hadn't ridden the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, plus she'd never been able to face oats again.

Chapter One

Victoria

"Mm, that feels good," Victoria almost purred in enjoyment as Abby's fingers kneaded lotion into her shoulders. The heat of the Corsican sun waned as the lazy day eased into early evening. Her wife's hands moved with precision, pressing into just the right spots to melt away what little tension remained after ten days of sheer bliss.
Six weeks earlier, Victoria had purchased the villa on a whim; its perfect Mediterranean vistas had been irresistible. The quick transaction had been thanks to Bryce, her 'lifestyle BFF', as he liked to call himself. He knew the owner. Victoria hadn't asked how. She'd learned that where Bryce was concerned, too many questions were never a good thing—plausible deniability—which came in handy when the Gendarmerie turned up at their door on the first day of their holiday. As she told a very pissed-off Captain Delamare—a woman whose face suggested she was well acquainted with disappointment—all she knew was that their suspect had left for Venezuela shortly after the contracts for the cash purchase had been exchanged. But the impromptu visit by the Corsican police force hadn't impacted their holiday; in fact, the incident had allowed Victoria to experience a frisson of excitement which her life had been lacking lately.
These days it seemed everyone was busy with their own adventures. Abby's business, curating the passions of the BDSM lifestyle on camera, meant every kinkster with a trust fund wanted their 'fun activities' immortalised for posterity. Something spicy for the grandkids to discover during the inevitable post-death house clearance, along with their inheritance and innocence. Or a few awkward care-home conversations, depending on how they spent their final days. Her wife was away on business more than at home these days, and whilst she was happy for her success, watching everyone else's life click into place while hers stood still was getting old.
Even Freya, her sister-in-law, had moved to the other side of Edinburgh with Rosie-monster, their niece. The house felt empty without the fizz of the six-year-old's endless energy. That tiny baby had grown so fast. Time was doing that elastic band thing—stretching slower and slower until it suddenly released and sprang back, stinging you on the arse. Although thankfully, after ten tan-filled days of Corsican pleasure, it was her wife's arse that was stinging, and not all from rubber.
Even Alison and Olivia were off on adventures. They'd left for a month in Central America, and six months later, they were still milking llamas up a hillside in northern Peru, chewing coca leaves, and living their best lives. Seemingly, altitude made everything more intense—orgasms that had their fitness trackers filing for emotional distress, according to Alison.
And what was she doing? Treading water.
Buying the villa had been her mid-life crisis wake-up call. She inhaled deeply, savouring the faint scent of lavender mingling with the Mediterranean breeze. The villa had proven to be a godsend—an oasis of calm with sprawling views of the sea, bright terracotta tiles, and a pool that glistened like molten sapphire. It had given her the space she needed to make the decision.
"I'm going to sell the businesses," she murmured. Tilting her head to one side to give Abby better access, she stretched out her arms, admiring the sun-kissed glow speckled with freckles she'd acquired. "I'll call Alison later."
Abby's hand stilled. "Really?"
"Really." Victoria let out a long breath that brought with it the calm certainty of a woman taking control. "La Petite Mort's digital platform is worth about twenty-three million based on last year's valuation, and The Crimson Sanctuary—well, the property value alone in Edinburgh makes it worth a decent amount. Add in the established clientele, the brand recognition... we're looking at close to thirty million, conservatively. Even split with Alison, that's more than enough to set us up for whatever comes next." She'd been quietly consulting with financial advisors for months, preparing for this moment even before she'd consciously made the decision. Besides they still had the remainder of their property portfolio and there was no way they were selling that.
"Okay." Abby resumed the rhythmic motion of her fingers. "I know you've mentioned it, but I didn't think you'd—" She paused for a beat and Victoria could almost hear the cogs turning. "What will you do instead?"
Well, wasn't that the billion-dollar question?
"I don't know," she said. Her answer was honest, she hadn't a clue. That could come after because all she knew right now was that she needed change. Not so much something more, but definitely something different, and that she would have to make happen. Life wasn't going to rearrange itself while she lounged by the pool, no matter how perfect the view was. "I'll worry about that later. Now that I've finally decided I just want to enjoy tonight..."
"We could take this to the playroom," Abby suggested, leaning in, her warm skin pressing against Victoria's back. "Your obedient student is forever at your service, Mistress."
Victoria opened one eye and smirked. "Are you angling for extra credit, pet?"
Abby leaned closer, her breath warm against Victoria's ear. "Always."
The kiss that followed was slow and unhurried, as though they never expected the day to end. In some ways, Victoria didn't want it to, but she was damned if she was going to waste a single moment of it. She pulled Abby onto her lap, facing her. Playroom be damned, she thought. That was for later. Right now she was seizing the moment.
Abby's bikini top loosened with a single tug, and Victoria let it fall aside, enjoying the view. Breathtaking. She cupped her wife's right breast, smooth warm, and with a delicious amount of weight. Few things in this world were ever created more perfectly to fit into her palm. Between thumb and forefinger, she tweaked the erect pink bud, standing proud, desperate for attention. Abby moaned, a light sensuous invitation, and let her head fall back.
Victoria watched as her lover lost herself in the pleasure of her touch, oblivious to the faint rustle from behind the golden palm at the edge of the patio. But Victoria saw those dark eyes watching them. Giada. A stunning creature, curvy rather than lithe, with long dark hair, olive skin, and a shyness that was captivating. Like the fully equipped playroom, she came with the house. An impoverished artist with a voyeuristic kink, according to Bryce. She was the housekeeper.
Victoria had noticed something in Giada during their time in Corsica—a hunger that went beyond simple voyeurism, a need for connection that manifested in her careful, almost reverent service.
Keen to ensure all the women of her household were satisfied, Victoria pulled Abby closer, taking her nipple in her mouth and freeing up her hands, one to explore, the other to hold her lover steady. Victoria took a sharp intake of breath as Abby shuddered, her body responding to the gentle circling of Victoria's fingers around her clit.
"Is Giada watching?" Abby asked, her breathing shallow and followed by a gasp as Victoria slipped two fingers inside her.
She didn't respond immediately, instead taking a few seconds to appreciate the warm wetness she found. Even after eight years, the thrill of making Abby so ready, so wanton, never became routine.
"Uh-huh," she murmured, her lips quirking into a knowing smile. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all." Abby's voice took on a sultry edge. "Let her fantasise. You know she's imagining what it's like to be me. To have you touching her."
Victoria chuckled. Abby's boldness was one of the many things she adored. Her wife glanced over her shoulder, a playful spark in her eyes as she caught the faint outline of Giada's curls peeking from behind the palm.
"Do you think she's—" Abby let out a gasp as she moved, rocking her hips forward. Victoria responded by curling her fingers, just so. "—touching herself?" Abby finished, straightening her body as she rode Victoria's fingers.
"Maybe." Victoria moved her fingers faster, letting out a groan herself as she sensed Abby tighten around her. "God, you are so beautiful... especially when you're about to come."
Abby's expression was almost ethereal, as though she'd reached some sort of Nirvana—a place so euphoric she was reluctant to leave even for a blow-your-socks-off orgasm.
"Come for me, my pet," Victoria whispered in reverence. "Give me your pleasure and let Giada see how much you want to please your mistress." Abby met her gaze with such intensity it took her breath away.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm going to come so hard for you." She lifted her head, revealing the long line of her neck, and rocked her hips hard, grinding down into her mistress's lap, leaving Victoria gasping. Her pet was the most exquisite woman she'd ever known, and more mind-blowing was that she belonged to her.
Abby's back arched, her centre clamped around Victoria's fingers, and her mouth opened as she let out a low scream that came from the depths of her body. Her climax was glorious, and wet, and she gave her all to Victoria before falling forward and grasping on to her mistress's shoulders. Victoria's thumb kept moving in rough circles around her clit, causing Abby to cry into her shoulder.
"Mistress," she said, choking back a moan. "I'll have nothing left to give you tonight."
Victoria kissed her cheek. Nobody knew Abby's body better than she did.
"You'll always give me what I want, my pet. We both know neither you nor your body can ever deny me," she said and changed the direction and tempo of her thumb, making Abby's body shake again.
A low moan escaped from Abby's mouth. Victoria had her exactly where she wanted her... But then she lessened the pressure, and Abby snapped her head up, her hips pushing hard against Victoria.
"Mistress?" she asked in question. "Have I done something wrong?"
"You don't tell me what you can give me." Victoria kept her expression serious and placed a single swipe over Abby's swollen, sensitive clit, eliciting another shudder. "I own you, my pet, and you'll give me whatever I want, when I want it."
Abby swallowed. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry." She bowed her head, averting her eyes as though in shame, but Victoria could feel her body twitch around her fingers. A few decisive movements and she'd come undone again, but it would be all the sweeter for the two of them if she made her beg... and it would set the tone for their last evening.
"How sorry are you?" she asked. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." Victoria curled the three fingers deep inside her sub, releasing yet another whimper from her.
"Very sorry, Mistress. I'll do whatever you ask of me. Anything."
Victoria winced as she looked into Abby's pleading eyes. She knew with certainty that her pet would give her whatever she wanted, without hesitation or question, such was the trust they shared. It was a level of control that went beyond intoxication, one that someone with less integrity could abuse.
"I want you to know your place and beg... not just for this release but for everything I'm going to do to you tonight. I'm going to strap you down and fuck you until the sun rises."
Abby swallowed as she tried to control her hips from rocking. She was ready to burst. "Please—" Her voice caught, and she tried again. "Please, Mistress, touch me, allow me to come."
Again she pleaded with her eyes but then seemed to sense Victoria was holding out for more. "Please, Mistress, I need this, I need you—please." Her body shook and her eyes glistened with need. This was the sweet spot that would give them a night to remember.
"Good girl." Victoria moved her fingers forward in a beckoning motion as her thumb drew circles. "I'm wearing the strap tonight, and Giada will join us to watch me fuck you until you beg me to stop."
She watched as a single tear broke free and ran down her pet's cheek, her chest swelling with love as she heard the moan she so desperately wanted to release being strangled back. She loved this woman with every molecule of her being. "Now come for me."
Abby's body responded immediately, screaming, gushing, crying, pulsing against Victoria's touch. Her release was all the more magnificent for being held back in an exquisite, tortured dance of control and submission.
When Victoria finally withdrew, she did it with care, pulling Abby to her, holding her tight as she broke into sobs.
"Hey, now, my pet." Victoria kissed the top of her head. "I've got you, and I'll take care of you."
They lay together in each other's arms, their breathing rising and falling together, their intimacy being shared with a set of dark eyes from behind the golden palm.