iSub 3

“Are you wearing a studded collar?” Ravi asked her the moment she walked into the morgue.

“It was on sale,” Liv said dismissively.

“Where, at the local sex shop?“

“I didn't go to a sex shop,” she snapped, grateful Ravi wasn't her Mistress and she could lie to him as much as she wanted. “And I need a new brain.”

“One that's not a dog person, preferably?”

Liv rolled her eyes. “Anything.”

“There is one, but he died in an autoerotic asphyxiation accident.”

“I'll take it.”

“Are you sure? I thought you said no more sex game accidents, ever.“

“It's autoerotic asphyxiation. I don't need to breathe. What's the big deal?”

***

Liv felt a lot better after she ate a taco… and on her new brain, she noticed a lot of subtext in her last brain's food preparation. But she wasn't a cringing wreck of a sex addict anymore. She felt confident, assertive, much more the strong young woman she knew herself to be.

In fact, now she found it hard to believe how enthralled she'd been by such an obvious bottom. Sure, Peyton was beautiful, inside and out, but a mistress? She'd dated Blaine. She'd dated Ravi. Peyton was just so… pliant. Eager to please. High strung, even.

In the dream, she'd been so relaxed, at ease with her power over Liv. Liv now realized that could never be the real Peyton. What she probably really wanted was not to be in charge. No job, no responsibility—someone absolutely pampering her, who loved her enough to take care of all her needs and pay her back for all the sacrifices she made on a daily basis.

The next day, she approached Peyton. God, the woman was beautiful. Her face, her body, her smile—everything was perfect. It would take only one little look in those gorgeous eyes for her to become an irresistible temptation, but everything Peyton did was so warm, so soft, so friendly. But she was too luscious to be just a friend. A woman as delicious as this deserved to be pleasured far more than she was. And if no one else could see that, Liv damn sure could.

Seeing her, Peyton grinned. “Hey there, girlf—”

Before she realized what Liv was doing, Liv had pulled the taller woman down to kiss her on the mouth. Peyton found her lips surprisingly rough, demanding, at least at first. Then Liv kissed her softly on the cheek, before her lips brushed against Peyton’s pulse.

“What was that for?” Peyton gasped.

“Just showing a little appreciation to Seattle’s hardest working attorney,” Liv said softly. “You work too hard, in fact. All that beauty going to waste when you could have any man you wanted. How much would it take to get someone to ravish you? Because I’m thinking about you saying my name in that sexy voice and it’s just about sending me out of my mind.”

“Hoo boo, this is going to be a fun brain. Liv,” Peyton began, before realizing what she’d inadvertently done. “Ms. Moore, I know this isn’t you. I’m not going to take advantage of you—”

“No, you’re not,” Liv interrupted. “It’s going to be the other way around. I’ve wanted to do this for a while and whatever this brain is, all it’s done is show me how to treat you exactly like you should be treated.”

Her hand was suddenly on Peyton’s left breast. She squeezed it gently through her blouse. Peyton felt her nipple stiffen, betraying her.

“I try not to make a big deal about these things, given that I’m not exactly blessed, but you really do have the sweetest, roundest breasts. So big and full. I can’t believe we’ve been roommates for a single day without me sucking on those lovely tits.”

She pressed her body against Peyton’s. The other woman flinched, feeling the protrusion at Liv’s groin.

“Geez! What is that?” Peyton demanded.

“Just a little prop to help me with Peyton Appreciation Day,” Liv cooed. “I know you like cock, so I wouldn’t dream of making you go without. Only unlike the odd guy you take home once in a blue moon, I’m actually going to make you come.”

“This seriously isn’t funny.”

“I’m seriously not joking. How could anyone ever joke about a body like yours?” Liv stroked the curve of her ass. “God, you’re beautiful. And I know you hate to practice any self-care—you’ve got this bad case of absurdly misplaced guilt from looking like a princess forever—so forgive me if I come on a little strong. But I am not letting you miss out on how damn good you should be feeling, every minute of every day.”

Peyton couldn’t believe this. Liv had acted weird before, but she’d never talked about her body, never touched her this way. Which was weird in and of itself, because she knew she had a great body, and how could none of the brains Liv ate make her comment on it? It was almost like Liv was suppressing something—and now she really, really wasn’t.

The thought that this was Liv, not some brain, simply her without some neurotic inhibition… that made Peyton nervous.

“It’s alright,” Liv said, her voice sing-song to croon over Peyton’s nerve. “I’m going to enjoy this, don’t you worry about that, but I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing it for you. I want to make you feel good. You just relax and you’ll feel better than you ever could’ve believed. This brain is telling me exactly what you need and Peyton, it’s going to be so beautiful. From now on, you’re my personal goddess. I’m going to worship you like you deserve.”

Liv pushed her down on the carpet, stretching out beside her. Her hand went back to Peyton’s breast.

“You’re burning up,” she said. “Hope you can take the heat—it’s going to get a lot hotter.”

Peyton wasn’t burning up. She was cold. So cold her hands were shaking.

“Liv, I really want you to think about this—”

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long that I almost can’t believe I’m really doing it. But I am and I can’t stop myself. You’re not stopping me either, Peyton. Why is that? Why are you letting me kiss you if you don’t want my lips… my tongue…”

And she was kissing Peyton again.

Peyton moaned. Liv’s lips felt good. Liv pressed harder and Peyton felt a thrill of fear, but it didn’t do anything to shock her body out of all it was feeling, all it was anticipating. Then Liv was kissing her throat. Her lips seemed to know exactly how to touch Peyton. The taller woman buzzed like she’d taken a shot of jack. She felt warm between her thighs. How long had it been since a man had done that to her?

She felt fingers disassembling the top buttons of her blouse.

“We found another thing Peyton’s good at,” Liv lilted teasingly in Peyton’s ear. “Being kissed. Being touched. You’re a good girl, Peyton.”

“Jesus,” Peyton breathed. “What is this? You’re a dominatrix now?”

“If that’s what it takes to give you the fuck you deserve.”

Peyton squeaked. She’d never heard Liv talk like this. No one had ever talked to her like this—no one except drunk sleazes and she hardly took them seriously.

She couldn’t do anything but take Liv seriously.

She felt Liv’s strong arms go around her shoulders and pull her close. I can’t be feeling this way, Peyton thought to herself. She’s my friend, another girl. But Liv’s mouth sought out hers again and she didn’t turn her face away.

“You’re my best friend, Peyton. You love me. You respect me. That’s why you know I’m not saying this just to get into your pants: you’re a good girl.”

“Why do you keep saying that!?” Peyton demanded, only with her mouth open, she was allowing Liv access with her probing tongue. The warmth inside her doubled as Liv entered her, tongue brushing against hers. All she could do was suck, drawing Liv’s tongue deeper into her mouth, stoking the heat inside that was so, so nice.

“Because you need to hear it,” Liv said when she was done, and Peyton was speechless, unable to interrupt. “You want to be praised, you deserve to be praised, and I’m the one person whose opinion you can trust. We’re perfect for each other. You need validation; I can give it to you. Can you really tell me there’s anyone else whose feelings for you you give a damn about?”

Peyton couldn’t think; when she tried to turn over all Liv had said, every word that had poked and prodded at her weakening objections to this, Liv’s hands went back to her blouse. She undid the remaining buttons; Peyton blushed red as Liv’s eyes greedily drank in her full breasts and the little black bra that held them.