For disclaimers, see Chapter 1

 

 

Touching Steele

By

JenX and Shana

 

 

Chapter 6

 

Sarah blinked awake in the bright sunlight. She was covered in a horse blanket which was warm, but scratchy. Her whole body ached as she sat up. She blushed hotly, thinking of the events from the night before. Her own words haunted her.

 

"I want you to fuck me…"

 

She carefully made her way down the ladder on rubbery legs, not sure if she would actually make it. Stepping out into the light, she stretched her arms out wide, as if making an offering to an unknown deity.

 

Sarah didn't know what to feel. Her body still spun with new sensation and emotion. Steele somehow made her feel more last night than Sarah ever had before. However, Sarah still brimmed with doubt, fighting the conviction that finding pleasure in pain was somehow wrong.

 

“Let’s see here…” she crooned, pursing her lips. Her fingers made a quick travail down the length of Sarah’s torso, and then two of her fingers were slipping easily into Sarah’s slit. “You don’t seem to be hurting here…” Steele commented.

 

Tentatively, Sarah made her way down the path to Steele's house. Here and there, scattered about, were party goers, though most were passed out around the fire. They were paired in twos and threes; it seemed to Sarah that she wasn't the only who got lucky last night.

 

Sarah entered through the kitchen door to find a plate of freshly made biscuits, and strawberry jam on the table. She smiled at this, touched by Polly's dedication to Steele, even after all the years.

 

Sarah got herself a glass of water. The cool liquid soothed her raw throat.

 

"You're still here," a throaty voice said from behind.

 

Startled, the blonde whipped around, seeing Steele casually leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

 

Sarah took in the sight of the beautiful and powerful woman, and blushed again when she remembered Steele rubbing herself on Sarah. Electricity shot through the blonde, much to her surprise. She may have been a virgin, but Sarah knew this feeling was arousal.

 

"There's more hot water in the bathroom," Steele said, as she slipped by the blushing blonde, "You could use a bath." Steele pointed out, plucking a piece of straw from Sarah's blonde hair.

 

Sarah looked down, not from shame, but from confusion. Sarah had brought herself to orgasm many times, but she never imagined that pain and pleasure could mix in such a magnificent way.

 

“You really get off on pain, don’t you?”

 

Sarah shook her head to clear it, closing the bathroom door behind her.

 

~*~

 

Gingerly, Sarah took off what was left of her clothes. She was considerably sore, especially her back and her bottom. She let her shirt slide down her back, as she turned around to look at it in the mirror. There were many visible marks, though they didn't appear to be as bad as she had thought they would be.

 

She slipped slowly into the water, letting the warmth engulf her. The heat did wondrous things to her sore muscles.

 

Unfortunately, Sarah's mind was less serene than her body. Her mind tumbled around with the new sensations that Steele put there.

 

"Why didn't I stop her?" she asked herself quietly.

 

Sarah remembered Steele's interruption of her self-pleasure. Once again her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

 

Sarah could have stopped her… she was sure that Steele wasn't a monster. If Sarah had shown true signs of distress, Steele would have walked away.

 

Sarah soaped up the rag, and began to wash her shoulders and her arms. The cloth caressed her body, unlike Steele's less than gentle thrashing of the night before.

 

"Why didn't I stop her?" she asked louder, and a bit more annoyed with herself.

 

"Because," her conscious mind answered, "You wanted her to do it."

 

~*~

 

Steele had watched Sarah close the bathroom door behind herself, and then stood there a minute longer. A slow smile formed on her face, as she found herself easily able to picture what Sarah looked like behind the door.

 

Sarah had a gorgeous, damn near perfect looking body. More importantly, it was the kind of body that especially appealed to Steele. Whereas Steele was tall and angular, a pleasing contrast with her was a shorter, more compact body. Oh yeah, Sarah had just the right curves in all the right places.

 

Steele had always been a breast woman, but in Sarah’s case, she was more likely to be an ass woman. Sarah’s plump tits were lovely to be sure, especially the way her nipples had swelled up pluckily against Steele’s fingers. But that luscious ass…

 

“Master Steele…you need anything else?”

 

Polly’s voice interrupted Steele’s train of thought…at least temporarily. She shook her head slightly to clear the thoughts from her mind.

 

“Nah…I’m good, Polly,” she replied with an easy smile. “Go on and take your break.”

 

Polly finished drying her hands on a towel, and nodded, her eyes glancing between Steele and the bathroom door for a second.

 

Steele knew what was going through the woman’s mind. She and Polly went way back, and although the old woman wouldn’t say anything directly, she could say a lot with just a look.

 

Suddenly uncomfortable with the way the situation was going, Steele turned on her heel and left the kitchen.

 

She had left orders for her crew to clean up after the party, but since the majority of them were quite hung over, Steele knew it would take the better part of the day to accomplish their duties. Rarely did they find something to celebrate on the plantation, so Steele didn’t let it bother her too much.

 

Still, she didn’t want to go outside just yet. Once she was spotted, she was sure to be inundated by people, either wanting disputes from the previous evening settled, or asking questions about her disappearance. Questions she definitely didn’t want to answer.

 

In truth, questions she didn’t quite have the answers to.

 

What did happen last night? Steele tried to sort it out in her head as she made her ways upstairs. The slight pull she felt in her crotch as she climbed the stairs reminded her of the physical parts of last night. She wasn’t sore exactly…but she was…aware that she had been active last night. Maybe a little more active than she had planned.

 

The house was empty and Steele was able to escape to the sanctity of her room without being interrupted. She shut the door behind her, and going to the window, pulled open the curtain on the bay window. From here, she could survey almost all the plantation, including the barn. Steele seated herself on the wide window sill, and stared out the window.

 

The little bitch had been hot for her form the moment she had first laid eyes on Steele. Of that, there was no doubt. No matter what her injuries had been, no matter what or who she was running from, none of those distractions kept her from being attracted to Steele.

 

Of course, attraction didn’t mean she had to act on her feelings. Steele was no slouch, that much she knew. She was used to people being attracted to her, both male and female. She had long ago learned to use that to her advantage.

 

Sometimes, the attraction was at least partially mutual. Steele was an appreciator of the human form in many varieties. She could find the beauty in a tall lanky male just as easily as she could in a short curvy female. Long blonde curls, straight-haired auburn heads, cut-short brunettes…Steele had fucked them all. Hazel eyes, deep brown eyes, blue eyes…it didn’t matter.

 

But there was one exception to that rule. Steele would give herself over to just about any type, but always, she could resist if she wasn’t practical or if the situation didn’t warrant it. It depended on the circumstances, but Steele maintained control of one kind or another.

 

Sometimes, control merely meant being in charge of when the lovemaking began and ended. Other times, it meant leading every step of the way…determining what was done to whom and when , just as her recent experience with Josh and Sandy demonstrated. No restraints for needed for her to lead that particular dance.

 

But sometimes, Steele wanted total and complete control…not only of her own pleasure but of whomever she was with as well.

 

Such had been the case of Sarah. Steele never could be content just having sex with the beautiful young blonde. As tempting as that might be, it was way too easy an out. Sarah was a conniving cunt and deserved to be treated like one. And Steele was just the one to do it.

 

The beauty of it was the level of attraction Sarah felt with her. She had seen it before…that look of near hero worship Sarah had when she looked at Steele. No doubt Sarah had fantasized about sex with Steele in a variety of manners. Some might be tender and romantic, others wilder and untamed. Sarah would dream of seducing Steele. She would imagine Steele seducing her. There would be wild ripping off of cloths and strip teases designed to enflame. Would the girl be brazen enough to dream of strap-on cocks or those lovely shaped toys Steele kept in her locked bureau drawer? Possibly.

 

Steele smiled to herself. She couldn’t help it. No matter what Sarah had dreamed, there was no doubt there would be a little give and take from both of them. Probably not equal, but at least enough where Sarah would have some say in the matter.

 

“Wonder how the little slut felt at my mercy?” Steele mused aloud.

 

The tall woman felt a throb in her clit as she recalled Sarah stretched out over the hay bale, struggling silently against the sting of the riding crop. Steele had offered the choice of allowing Sarah to go without restraints on the spur of the moment. The fact that Sarah opted to go free really surprised Steele. It surprised her even more when Sarah withstood the whipping, not trying to get away. Steele had struck harder and harder, in an effort to get her to give in, but it didn’t work. Steele had to give at least a little bit of credit to Sarah for that.

 

A replay of the previous evening’s events went through Steele’s’ mind. It was in glorious color, full of sweaty, panting details.

 

Steele found herself doing a little sweating and panting of her own as she relieved the experience. She got so into it, she was startled when she realized she had a hand on her own breast, massaging it firmly. Embarrassed slightly, she jerked her hand away and crossed her arms. She needed to snap out of it!

 

Why was it that she always seemed to be acting out of character with Sarah? The little bitch had certain appealing qualities, but Steele couldn’t perceive that there could be that much different about her.

 

“I want you to fuck me...”

 

 

Oh yeah, Steele had fucked her hard and left her out to dry. And it had been satisfying. Why else would Steele feel the need to bare her breasts while whipping Sarah, and why else did she feel a keen need to finish on the girl’s ass? Orgasms were something that Steele prized, and therefore, only offered to others as a gift. She could have left Sarah and sought her climax elsewhere. In fact, that was what she was prone to do in similar situations.

 

So why let Sarah know her response…her need? The possible answers annoyed Steele. It all went back to the fact that Sarah made her act funny…different.

 

Damn! Steele grew even more irritated. What was so different about Sarah? She was a liar and a con artist, of that, Steele had no doubt. Sure, she looked innocent and naïve, but so did the dogs that ran wild beyond the plantation. They’d eat right out of your hand, then they’d take your hand off as well.

 

Steele glanced at the back of her left hand out of rote. There it was, the scar from the attack of the golden-colored hound had inflicted the time she had foolishly thought she had tamed him. One of the dog’s fangs had sunk in and when Steele jerked her hand back, the mutt had held on tight. It had cut jaggedly into her flesh and had ripped an interesting shaped furrow in her hand.

 

Instinctively Steele had grabbed at the dog, and had its throat between her hands, intent on wringing its neck. The look of defeat in the dog’s eyes, despite it’s snarling exterior had cut through her worse than the teeth. Out of curiosity, she had released the dog, and it had slunk away, its tail between its legs.

 

Steele had learned a valuable lesson that day. If you were the toughest animal there was, no one could defeat you. Steele had seen the dog again, always from the backside as she had left a lasting impression on it and it retreated every time she even came close to him.

 

~*~

 

Steele snapped back to the present. She had often thought of that dog when faced with daily struggles, but now, she was having a hard time comparing that dog to Sarah. Sarah had yet to show the savage sited that Steele knew was undoubtedly there.

 

But where? Steele’s eyes lingered on the barn and her mind roamed to what had happened on the previous night. Her mind searched her memory, looking for the hint that Sarah was close to turning on Steele, fighting back. It wasn’t there.

 

Perhaps Sarah had shown the extent of her power before the party. She certainly had shown a lot of spunk in her confrontation with Tina! If Steele hadn’t pulled her off the other blonde, Sarah would have killed her. She had felt a surprising strength in the girl when she had pulled her free.

 

Steele smiled sinisterly to herself. She had hit on it. Whereas she had taught the wild dog that the strong would always overcome, she wouldn’t have to teach Sarah the same thing.

 

Someone had obviously already taught her.

 

There was only one entity that offered a challenge to Steele in her life. That was the Center. It had nearly sucked her will, coming close to sapping her volition and forcing her to bend to its rules and philosophies.

 

Sarah had claimed she had suffered at the hands of the Center too. Something in Steele grew from a tiny ember to more of a flame. The behavior Sarah had shown was more revealing than Steele was comfortable with.

 

Sarah had claimed to escape from the Center at great risk, in order to save her own life. It was a known fact, especially to Steele, that if one didn’t “adjust” to living at the Center, they were simply eliminated. Steele had been on the verge of being eliminated before she had made her own escape, knowing it would be the only thing that could save her.

 

She had heard it many times since her escape, and believed it in her heart…the thought that she was the only person that was capable of escaping the Center. No one else had her cunning, will power, and fighting skills to pull it off. No one.

 

That’s what made Sarah’s claim so ridiculous, and now…

 

Steele shook her head at the ludicrous thought that had crossed her mind. Of course, Sarah was the spy the Center had sent! She had to be! No matter how good a fighter she was, she wasn’t anywhere close to Steele’s power, and nowhere near capable of escaping. But still…any other spy would have revealed their own nature long ago.

 

“This is insane,” Steele muttered to herself, surprised that she was even beginning to believe the blonde slut’s story.

 

~*~

 

In her room under the stairs, Sarah changed into a fresh set of clothes. Again she looked at the marks on her back, still somewhat in awe of her experience last night.

 

She sat down on her bed, realization dawning on her.

 

"She's trying to drive me away…" Sarah whispered., "Well, I don't want to leave. She can't get rid of me that easily." She stood up straightened out her skirt and headed out to find Steele and tell her so.

 

As she turned to head up the stairs, Sarah saw a lamp burning in the room to the right. Curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked around the corner.

 

Polly was on a lovely overstuffed couch. She had her feet propped on a magnificent coffee table. The legs of the table were the antlers of a moose, and the table top was highly polished, making it shine in the lamp's light. Along the walls were several rows of books. More than Sarah had ever seen.

 

In Sarah's world, books were very rare; libraries were few and far between, and to actually own a book… well Sarah had never known anyone who owned a book.

 

"Hello, chil'," Polly greeted the blonde, returning to her book.

 

Sarah's mouth hung open in shock and wonder. "I've never seen so many," she whispered.

 

"Pick yo'self out one. Master Steele wouldn't mind. She encourage all us to read," Polly invited her, gesturing to the books.

 

Sarah turned to look as the pleasant older lady. "I can't read, but I sure would like to touch one… or two."

 

Polly put her book in her lap. "Oh, girl. I didn't know you couldn't read." She looked the blonde who was admiring the finely bound objects. "I’ll teach you, if you like." Polly offered to Sarah who was now holding a copy of The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.

 

"Really? You'd teach me?" Sarah asked, blinking her surprise.

 

The older woman nodded. " 'Course, Master Steele make sure everybody can read," Polly stated matter-of-factly.

 

Sarah gently put the book back in it's place, smiling. "I'd like that."

 

"Now, you go find our Master," Polly said, returning to her book, a somewhat crooked smile, forming on her lips.

 

~*~

 

Sarah found what had to be Steele's room. The other rooms she looked in on, seemed to be little used. The magnificent bed, cradled by bent tree branches was also another clue that this was Steele's private quarters.

 

She peeked her head in the doorway, not seeing anybody as first. The room was dark, but the French doors were open, the curtains flapping softly in the breeze.

 

~*~

 

Steele found her thoughts interrupted by the sound of someone walking down the hallway. She held her breath and listened carefully. The soft footsteps could only belong to the object of her thoughts. Now was her chance to fulfill her wish to look Sarah in the eye.

 

The footsteps stopped outside Steele’s door, and then the door slowly swung open. Sure enough, Sarah’s bright blonde head poked through the opening, and Steele didn’t move as she watched the girl take in her surroundings. Sarah’s eyes seemed to focus on the open door to the balcony, and then they landed on Steele’s face.

 

There it was! That quiet look of defeat that somehow Steele had missed before. The same terrified look of the dog that Steele had bested was right there on the blonde’s beautiful features. And then it left.

 

In its place was a defiant expression Steele had come to expect from Sarah. If the circumstances were different, it might have even made Steele smile to see it there.

 

“I know what you’re doing.” Sarah spoke quietly, but Steele had no trouble making out the words and the emotions behind them. “I know exactly what you are doing, and let me tell you now, it won’t work.”

 

Steele said nothing, only crossed her arms and waited to see if Sarah had anything else to say. She had plenty.

 

“For some reason, you want me to hate you. You want me to be so repulsed or terrified of you that I will turn around and leave your life forever. That’s why you treated me the way you did last night. You thought that if you hurt me, I’d be scared and leave on my own.

 

“But you know what? I’m not that easy to chase away. It’s been called a fault of mine, my stubbornness, but it’s saved my neck more than once. And it’s always served me well.”

 

Steele raised an eyebrow, but offered no comment. The silence agitated Sarah even further.

 

“Have you always been this smug, Steele? So full of yourself? So confident that you couldn’t be wrong? Well. let me tell you this…you are wrong about me!

 

“Whether you want to believe me or not, is beside the point. I know I’m telling the truth, and that’s what’s important. As well as you think you have me figured out, know this, Steele, you don’t know shit about me!”

 

Sarah couldn’t stop her tears, and they made her madder. She hadn’t even realized she had been moving toward Steele until she stopped to catch her breath and found herself inches from a silver blue stare that were piercing into her eyes. Much as she would have liked to, she didn’t back down though.

 

Her voice had slowly been rising and Sarah suddenly softened it again. She raised a finger and pointed it at Steele who didn’t flinch.

 

“What happened last night will not drive me away. If it happens again, and I’m sure you’d like for it to happen again, it’s still not going to work. You can do anything you want to me, short of killing me, but you will not drive me away.”

 

Steele’s inscrutable silence was too much for the emotional blonde. She withdrew her finger, sniffed defiantly, and turned on her heel. She could feel Steele’s eyes boring into her backside as she left the room, but Sarah didn’t turn back. She had said her piece, and felt better despite the outcome.

 

~*~

 

If Sarah had turned back, she would have seen Steele leaning forward slightly, her clenched jaw suddenly releasing as she almost responded. Almost, but didn’t. Instead, Steele strode to the heavy door Sarah had pointedly left open, and slammed it shut out of frustration.