Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 10

Abstract: Chapter 10 of 14: Ana and Sarah walk the beach, Sarah tells Ana she loves her. They return to the gym, with more sex in the shower, lunch, then another visit to the spa for a waxing.

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I woke up first, the morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains. My body was a map of last night's excesses - ass cheeks and leg still tender from the paddle slaps, pussy sore from that huge thick, strap-on dildo plunged deep, satisfying me in a way that made every shift of the sheets a reminder. The beach house felt quieter in the dawn, the distant crash of waves pulling me from the bed. I didn't bother with clothes; nudity was mandatory with Ana, a vulnerability that thrilled more than it shamed. Padding barefoot down the stairs, I felt the cool hardwood under my soles, the air carrying that salty tang from the open windows.

In the kitchen, I made coffee and prepared for eggs and toast. My mind replayed fragments of the night: the stretch of that massive dildo splitting me open, the way Ana's eyes had pinned me in place, demanding my surrender. It wasn't just sex; it was ownership, and fuck if it didn't make my craving for her the most intense. Ana was on a power trip. I'm guessing she had or has many others and I just became another one of "her women." I'm sure she will have many more in the future. Calling me her "good girl" also used to bother me. I'm twice her age and I'm her "good girl?" She dominates me, cares for me, and protects me. I feel safe when she's with me, never want her away from me, and I do just about everything she tells me to do. I guess I am her good girl.

Thinking of these things was minor compared to my much larger issue with Ana - I'm in love with her. That's a huge problem. The summer will end and we will go our separate ways. A woman like Ana could never be in a committed relationship - not now - especially with a woman like me. My head is telling me to keep it light, have fun, and enjoy the moment, for soon it will be all over. My heart is telling me I'm in love with her. She needs to know. Ana may be in love with me too. Do I want to say nothing and miss out not knowing?

Footsteps on the stairs announced her before I saw her. Ana appeared in the doorway, hair tousled, wearing nothing but the confidence of someone who knew she utterly and completely controls me. Her eyes raked over me, lingering on the red marks on my ass and leg from her paddle beating last night. She came to me, her body heat enveloping me as she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. Her lips found my neck, a hungry kiss that turned passionate fast, tongue tracing the curve of my shoulder. One hand slid up to cup my breast, thumb circling the nipple until it hardened, while the other dipped lower, fingers parting my folds with casual possession. I gasped, the pan nearly slipping from my grip as she stroked my pussy, already slick from the mere sight of her.

"Morning," she murmured against my skin, her voice rough with sleep and something darker. Her fingers delved deeper, two sliding inside me without warning, curling just enough to make my knees buckle. I braced against the counter, turning off the burner to save the the eggs, as she pumped lazily, her palm grinding against my clit. And then she said it: "Who are you?"

I knew the script; she'd drilled it into me last night, each phrase a lock clicking into place. "I'm your woman," I breathed, the words coming easier now, laced with the heat building in my core.

Her free hand squeezed my ass, nails digging into the tender spots. "And?"

"I belong to you." A soft moan escaped as she twisted her fingers, hitting that spot inside that made stars flicker.

"That's a good girl." She nipped my earlobe, her breath hot. "And?"

"You own me." My hips rocked back instinctively, chasing the friction, the soreness from last night twisting into fresh need.

She chuckled low, withdrawing her fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and whining. I turned my head, catching her sucking them clean, eyes locked on mine. "And?"

"I'm your personal property. You can do with me as you wish." The admission sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrill and surrender.

Satisfied, she stepped back, smacking my ass lightly - enough to sting without overwhelming. "How are you feeling?" she said. "Hurting, sore, but satisfied," I replied. "Good. Let's eat breakfast, then walk the beach. We have a busy day today." Her tone was all command, but there was a softness in the way she poured coffee for us both, handing me a mug like we were just two women starting the day. We sat at the small table by the window, the ocean view stretching out, and ate in companionable silence broken by her occasional touches - a hand on my thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns that kept me on edge. The eggs were overdone, but she didn't complain, just watched me with that predatory glint, like she was already planning how to unravel me again.

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The waves lapped at our bare feet as we walked the beach, Ana's arm slung possessively around my waist, her fingers occasionally dipping to trace the curve of my hip. The sand was warm underfoot, still holding the heat from yesterday's sun, and the air smelled of salt and seaweed. My body still hummed from breakfast, that lazy fingering in the kitchen leaving me half-satisfied, half-aching for more. But my mind was a storm, churning over the same damn questions I'd been wrestling with.

Should I tell her that I love her? The words sat heavy in my chest, threatening to spill out with every step. What if I did, and she laughed it off, or worse, pulled away? Devastation didn't cover it - I'd be gutted, left picking up pieces while she moved on to her next conquest. Or maybe she felt it too, that pull beyond the fucking and the commands, waiting for me to say it first. The confusion twisted tighter, anxiety knotting my stomach, frustration boiling up like the tide rushing in. We were ankle-deep in the surf now, her thigh brushing mine, and I couldn't hold it anymore. The dam broke, tears hot on my cheeks, blurring the horizon.

"Ana!" The word burst out, raw and ****. I stopped, turning to face her, my voice cracking as sobs took over. "I'm in love with you! I started to fall in love with you when I asked you stay with me for the summer. I tried so hard not to tell you, but I can't hold it back anymore." Breathless, I gasped between heaves, the words tumbling messy and unfiltered. "I never thought I could be this much in love with someone until I met you. I know we'll only be together for the summer, but I love you. Even after you're gone, I will still love you. I didn't want you to leave not knowing that."

She didn't flinch, didn't recoil. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, steady and unreadable, the kind of gaze that always stripped me bare. Then she stepped in, cupping my face with both hands, thumbs wiping at the tears streaking my skin. Her mouth crashed into mine, not gentle, but fierce - lips parting mine, tongue diving deep, tasting the salt of my tears mixed with the coffee still on her breath. The kiss went on, hungry and unyielding, her body pressing flush against me, breasts to breasts, the heat of her pussy grazing my thigh as she pulled me closer. Her arms wrapped around me tight, one hand sliding down to grip my ass, holding me like she owned every sob, every shaky breath.

She said nothing when she finally broke away, just kept her eyes on me, a faint curve to her lips that wasn't quite a smile. We started walking again, her arm back around my waist, the silence stretching but not uncomfortable. My heart pounded, a mix of relief and terror, but her touch grounded me, fingers splayed wide over my hip bone. The beach stretched empty ahead, dunes rising on one side, ocean endless on the other. I wiped my face with my hand, stealing glances at her profile - strong jaw, wind-tousled hair, that effortless confidence that made my knees weak.

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It was a whirlwind of a day. We went back to the gym. This time, Ana took it easy on me. It was a tough workout, but I was able to handle it. And of course, we had sex in the gym shower. Ana allow me to get her off this time. The next stop was the dress shop we've been to previously. This time, she allowed me to pick out two appropriate dresses which she paid for. From there we went to lunch, returning to the same cafe, eating again outside. I hoped and prayed Ana wouldn't make a scene like last time. My prayers were answered - although she did lift her hand up my dress, exposed and fondled my ass as we walked away.

Then, it was back to the Zen Escape Day Spa, for another Hollywood wax. The receptionist recognized us and sent us into the treatment room. Judy walked in and was shocked to see me. "Sarah!" she said, remembering my name, "I never expected to see you back here again." I went first this time, with Ana still holding my hand and applying gentle, comforting kisses as Judy waxed and ripped away my stubbles. It hurt so much, but I didn't cry this time.

It was late afternoon and I thought we were going home. "One more stop," Ana said, "then we'll bring home take-out."