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Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 6

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By Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago 8 min read
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LUCIA

"I heard about what happened. Are you alright?" Dolly's voice filled her ears as Lucia continued to stare out into the night sky through the opened window. Her head had been stuck to her pillow since she left Cass and his fiancé to talk amongst themselves in the beach house. The rest of her guests were enjoying their movie in the living room and Lucia was in no mood to join them. She'd done a horrible thing, allowing that woman into her home, hurting Cass further than what Vivian already had. Lucia had no idea who she was when she called but she ended up doing some research on her name just in case she was someone who Cass wanted to stay away from. It was nothing new to her. People stayed at the retreat all the time who needed a break from their lives, but Cass was different. Yes, he was just as damaged as the rest of them, but he wasn't lost or lonely. He'd been the only one who'd had a purpose here at Loner's Retreat. And that purpose was to take her home away from her.

She'd felt something then, a tiny spec of emotion since she lost Vincent and it was enough to throw her off, and forget she wasn't supposed to care. Why should Vivian Rossi's affair with Cassian Romano's assistant be of any interest to her? Why did she feel so angry about it? And worst of all, why did she enjoy seeing how hurt Vivian was when she saw Cass fucking her in the laundry room?

None of it should matter to her, but it did. And it was all Cassian Romano's fault.

"Stay away, Dolly. I don't want to hurt you too," Lucia insisted as a single tear of frustration ran down her cheek.

"Not my first rodeo, remember? I can handle it this time around," Dolly persisted, and closed the shack door behind her, joining Lucia on her bed.

"That's what Vincent said right before I killed him," Lucia answered, closing her eyes as she tried to remember his masculine scent and how it used to drive her crazy. It's been six years since he passed away but Vincent wasn't the type not to be remembered. He made his mark in the world as a psychologist and to her dismay, Lucia's selfish heart.

"His death wasn't your fault, Luce. It was a terrible accident sure, but he made the choice to get on that bike to follow you. And I'm positive he would've made the same choice over and over again had he survived that motorcycle accident," Dolly claimed, as she cradled Lucia against her chest, spooning her from behind while she ran her fingers through her hair.

"I shouldn't have stormed out like that."

"He shouldn't have cheated on you with his patient," Dolly defended briskly and Lucia would've agreed with her if Dolly wasn't partially biased against Vincent. They never got along and it was no surprise to Lucia that Dolly had taken her side, even when they weren't on the best of terms at the time.

"I don't deserve you, Dolly," Lucia mentioned, spacing out as she recalled the night she ended up at Dolly's apartment during a storm after hearing the news of Vincent's infidelity. They fucked until both of them were too sore to walk and until Lucia felt numb enough to go back home, just in time to hear of his death.

That's exactly what she needed right now. She needed a fix of numbness and Lucia was about to take Dolly up on her offer.

"He really got to you, huh?" Dolly observed as Lucia turned slightly to face her, while she pushed back a strand of her hair behind her ear. Lucia used her lips to answer her, biting them hard enough to make Dolly moan and deepen the kiss. Dolly hiked up Lucia's dress, high enough to remove it completely to reveal Lucia's bare body. She didn't bother wearing underwear tonight since the heat had gotten worse and the air conditioning in her shack had stopped working. It worked in her favor, giving Dolly quick access to her body, and of course her throbbing clit. Dolly knew when to push and when to rub exactly how Lucia liked it, making her hips move against her hand. Her breathing became heavy and her nipples hardened, beckoning Dolly's mouth to them. Lucia grabbed a hold of the closest breast and lifted it up to Dolly's lips, allowing her to pull at her nipple with her lips and teeth, her tongue flicking and licking over it, tempting Lucia's patience.

When Lucia felt like she'd had enough of the foreplay, she placed her hand over Dolly's, making her rub at the slickness between her thighs harder and faster. Both of them panted heavily, while Dolly's fingers spread her as wide as they could so she could push into her deeper. Dolly's satisfied grin widened when Lucia came in her hand quickly and she lowered herself down Lucia's body, spreading her legs apart, and headed straight for the wetness her fingers had created.

The first face that popped up into her mind when Lucia closed her eyes wasn't Vincent's. For the first time in a long time, she couldn't feel him near her, suffocating her with guilt and wonder. Her thoughts were now occupied with a six-foot tall Italian man, sporting dark chestnut eyes and a sinful mouth she wished was about to make her come instead.

Lucia's mouth gasped loudly as Dolly's tongue lapped at her wet folds, pressing down onto her clit, making her climax again. After catching her breath for a moment, Dolly collapsed beside her and Lucia decided to return her the favor of making her come as hard as Lucia just did. Once she reached for the red ribbons underneath her pillow, she undressed Dolly and tied her up to the bedposts, using the third ribbon to blindfold her. Lucia's hands pried open her thighs, allowing her to straddle the juncture between her pelvis and thigh, both of their clits pressing together once Lucia positioned herself correctly. Dolly's impatience made Lucia smirk as she began to ride the beautiful blonde, her lips kissing the warm flesh of her leg. An unsettling feeling of jealousy poured over her as she pictured Vivian doing the same to Cassian right now, in his room. She looked fit and Lucia assumed she had the same stamina Cassian had so he must be enjoying the make-up sex. The thought angered her further, making her hips move faster, and Dolly's moans to grow louder within the small room. She hoped Cassian could hear how loud she was making Dolly scream beneath her, how much her body craved hers. Lucia's rage fueled her pace, making her ride Dolly's clit faster and faster, her whimpers and screams echoing through the humid air and out of her window.

One of Cassian's windows overlooked the backyard, where the shack was, right into the room she was currently fucking her business partner in. Lucia reveled in the fact that she knew Cassian could be watching, seething with anger from what she did to him, burning with the same fire she'd been restraining since she found out who he was.

She needed Dolly to scream louder for her. And she knew what would do the trick. Lucia left Dolly's side for a moment to reach for the whip in the box of toys she had in her side table. She often used it on Dylan, who was more on the submissive side but she also let him use it on her occasionally. Having pleasure combined with pain was the most exquisite high Lucia had ever experienced. Vincent had taught her that. And now, she was about to use it on Dolly's aching body.

Lucia climbed on top of Dolly's face slowly, careful not to crush her as she aimed the whip on her swollen folds. Once Dolly's tongue dipped inside her, Lucia whipped her thigh, making Dolly's body respond with a jump, and the pressure of her tongue on her clit made Lucia bite her lower lip. She slid easily against the feel of Dolly's warm velvet tongue and it felt too good not to punish her. So she did. Lucia whipped Dolly again, this time right above her clit, not too hard, but just enough to make Dolly whimper against Lucia's wet mound.

While Dolly licked faster, Lucia kept whipping, slipping the thick stick of the whip in between her leg as compensation. As soon as Lucia felt her orgasm brewing at the pit of her stomach, she threw the whip onto the floor and positioned herself to where they were in a sixty-nine position. Both women licked at each other fiercely, drinking from each other as if they had no other choice but to quench their thirsts. Lucia looked up just as Dolly began to squirt in her mouth, and saw Cassian look down into Lucia's bedroom. The frown on his face made Lucia suck at Dolly's clit harder, making her scream into the night as she buried her face into her.

Lucia knew he'd have no choice but to come to her again tonight, to explain himself, or to fuck her. Both just the same. And she couldn't wait to show him just how messy things could get.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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