CHAPTER 16: DISCLOSURE
Donovan left the room, leaving the two women both quiet and contemplative. While Melanie was trying her best to figure out the younger woman’s angle, Daphne was thinking that her first step was complete. She wasn’t completely honest with Melanie and Donovan. The truth was that she’d seen Melanie before- had even met her at function a little over a year ago that she attended with a trick whose name she couldn’t remember for the life in her- but it was obvious that the brunette hadn’t remembered. It could be that her attention-seeking bitch of an ex-partner was hellbent on dominating the conversation as she flirted outrageously with any and everybody.
The one thing Daphne could remember thinking was that if Melanie was hers, there was no way in hell she would be able to take her eyes away from her. She would have guarded Melanie like the most rabid dog would its last meal, instead of deliberately ignoring the woman. For a time, Daphne and her date for the evening had stood there observing their dynamic, as Daphne had primarily watched Melanie. It wasn’t hard to discern her discontent with her companion even then, although the attorney had covered it up extremely well. And while later that evening, Daphne fucked the absolute hell out of her date- who thankfully didn’t mind her strap-on up his ass after she’d let him screw her- she thought of all the ways she would have removed the sad look from Melanie’s eyes if she but had the chance.
And it has finally arrived!
“So tell me, Daphne, do you always just go around buying property willy-nilly like that?” Melanie asked her, still studying the younger woman.
“It depends on what the benefit to me is both short-term and long.”
“And what do you see as a benefit now?”
Daphne took the seat directly next to Melanie, deliberately crowding her space. She could tell that Melanie was fighting the urge within herself to move back a bit, but Daphne knew instinctively that she wouldn’t. There was a fire within the brunette that Daph couldn’t help but be drawn to. After many years of feeling cold inside, Daphne wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of this woman… in ALL ways.
Daphne stared into Mel’s eyes, her gaze searching for any hint of fear. Thankfully, all she saw was curiosity and interest. With that thought in mind, she asked, “Can I be completely honest with you without you freaking out about it?”
Melanie nodded slightly, before answering, “Please do.”
“Okay, so here’s the deal. I want you.”
“You want me? What do you mean?”
Daphne chuckled. “Playing coy doesn’t become you, Mel. You know exactly what I mean and how I mean it. Now I’m willing to wait, but buying your house was just the first step.”
“Step? Step to what?”
“Clearing my path so that I can have you.”
Mel moved away from Daphne then, raising out of the chair before turning to face her again. “I’m NOT for sale. So if buying my house was your way of guaranteeing yourself a fuck, I can call Donovan right now and cancel the whole thing!”
Daphne outright laughed then. “There’s that fire, I remember.”
That brought Melanie up short for a moment. “Again, what are you talking about? We just met!”
“No, we met briefly over a year ago at the Fishers’ Benefit for Education. I would feel a little disappointed that you don’t remember me, but you had your hands quite full trying to keep tabs on Lindsay without causing a full-fledged scene."
Melanie searched her memory to think of who she’d spoken with. Daphne was definitely correct about her preoccupation with Lindsay, who kept threatening to leave with one patron of the party after another, if Mel didn’t give her the new codes to all the accounts. The bitch just kept playing on every single insecurity Mel had until she couldn’t take it anymore, and told Lindsay to fucking go if she wanted to. “You were on Jessie Turner’s arm that night, weren’t you?”
Daphne shrugged, before nonchalantly replying, “Thanks for reminding me of his name; wonder how he’s doing. Anyway, I’ve only seen you display this type of temper briefly at the benefit, when you’d blown up at Lindsay for whatever reason. Unfortunately, you cooled off again much too soon for my liking. But I must admit your indignance at what you believed I wanted with you just now was so adorably sexy that I,..”
“You mean you don’t want to…”
“To fuck you? Oh I can assure you, Melanie, that I do.” Daphne stood and moved closer to Melanie, slowly backing her against the wall. “And make no mistake that if I had my way right now, I’d be down on one knee with my face buried between your creamy thighs seeking out that suddenly-aroused scent you’re exuding. But that’s NOT all I want from you. However, just to clarify some of your misperceptions about me, I didn’t buy your house so we could use it as a bartering chip for your pussy. That’s not the way I operate. I bought it because I wanted you free and clear of the thing so obviously bringing you so much pain.”
Melanie swallowed hard, before saying, “You are forward, aren’t you?”
Daphne shrugged again. “I don’t know any other way to be. I’m pretty decisive in what I want- what I need- and not afraid to do whatever’s necessary to get it.”
“And you want me?”
“That’s what I just said.”
“But you’re into men!”
“No, I’m into people; the gender doesn’t matter. But let’s be clear: I’m not a confused lesbian, nor am I conveniently Bi. The only real labels I’m interested in sporting are all designer, and hanging within my closet at home or the garmet bags that travel with me. Everyone else- including you- seem to need a title to define them, whereas I don’t.”
“You’re young…”
“But far from as innocent as I look. And well you’re not my parents’ age, so I don’t see the problem.”
“And I’m pregnant…”
“A lesbian, who’s pregnant with a gay man’s baby. So that particular argument is purely circumstantial, and in a couple of months, it will be a moot point altogether. Stop finding excuses for this not to happen. It’s not going to deter me.”
“What do you want?”
“I thought I was making myself clear. But for the sake of clarity, I'll tell you again. I want you and all that means.”
“For a night?” Melanie asked breathlessly. She couldn’t believe the audacity of the young woman in front of her. She hadn’t felt this way in… in… well, EVER! Daphne Chanders was making her feel excited, and wary, and lustful… all the things she’d never thought she could feel, especially after being with Lindsay for so long.
Daphne smiled. “How about we play it by ear, but I can tell you that I’m not going anywhere.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’ve been hoping for this exact scenario for more nights than I care to count.”
“What a pregnant lesbian you could seduce?”
“No. A Melanie Marcus I could seduce. I don’t know how many more ways I can convince you that I’m into you.”
“This is scandalous and dangerous and…”
Daphne moved in closer to the woman she had trapped against the wall. She positioned one of her legs between Melanie’s, and bent her head slightly to whisper into the brunette’s ear. “Don’t fight it, Mel. There’s so much I could do to you right now, and you would beg for me to do it again until you couldn’t stop the shaking in your legs. Even now, the fine sheen of arousal is causing a dewy glow on your skin. I remember what it was like at this stage of pregnancy. You’re horny; every part of you is throbbing while I’m standing this close. You want everything I’m offering. The question is: are you going to let me give it to you?”
Before Melanie could think of another protests, Daphne took the kiss she’d been fantasizing about for more than a year. She couldn’t stop the moan which escaped her at the first taste of Melanie. Daphne could feel the rapid rise and fall of Melanie’s breasts pressing against her own, as she deepened the exchange. The slip and slide of Melanie’s tongue with her mouth was about to become Daphne’s new willing addiction; she wouldn’t be able to get enough of this woman. Refusing to disobey the will of her own body, Daphne brought a hand up to cup Melanie’s swollen breast, even as she began shifting her knee back and forth between Mel’s legs.
“Oh God!” Mel moaned, continuing to drown in the sensations assailing her. Daphne may be young but DAMN! Mel thought as she finally decided to allow herself to enjoy the attention.
“Feels good, huh?” Daphne asked rhetorically against Mel’s lips. She swallowed the gasp that expelled from Melanie as Daph’s fingers caught her nipple and began to tweak it between her thumb and forefinger. “Hm-mm, you like that. I bet I can make you cum for me, just like this.”
“Please,” Mel begged, as she began to writhe shamelessly on Daphne’s shifting thigh.
“I can’t wait to have you naked under me, moving like this while I kiss you, and suck on you, and…”
“Hello! Mel, are you up? King Kinney has decided you needed a snack before actual dinner,” Emmett singsonged, as he came through the door.
“Fuck!” Melanie murmured.
Daphne chuckled with her face buried in the crook of Mel’s neck, before raising her head to stare into those melting brown eyes. Again, she couldn’t help but call Lindsay Peterson every kind of fool imaginable to have mistreated the precious woman with the blush-stained cheeks before her. “Don’t worry. We WILL continue this later. But for now, Emmett and Brian are right. You need to have a little pre-dinner snack before you get dressed in time to meet the DeCampos.”
Daphne led her out from the hidden alcove flanking the balcony, while Emmett continued to putter around in the room’s kitchenette. Thankfully, he was oblivious to what was going on before he arrived, Mel thought. Only to be corrected…
“Oh good. You’re both decent now.”
“What? Emmett, what are you talking about? Of course, we’re decent,” Mel protested, while Daphne just sat there with a slight smirk on her face, watching her flustered soon-to-be-lover.
“Really, Mel? Well since I know that you weren’t sleeping since I left right when Donovan got here, and I know for a fact that he left this suite a little bit over a half an hour ago, that only leaves two other conclusions to be drawn. But that’s not what’s giving you away, Sweetie.”
“Again, what are you talking about?” Mel narrowed her eyes.
“Why what else, but the Kinney-esque smirk on Daphne’s face while you look exactly like you did that time so long ago I arrived at your house, and you were home alone actively watching porn, if you get my meaning. So tell your Auntie Em, Melanie… did you enjoy getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar again?”
Daphne burst out laughing then. She already knew she would like this man immensely. “Not exactly, her hand this time, Emmett.” She let the innuendo hang in the air, even as Melanie blushed further.
For Em’s part, he laughed in glee and clapped his hands. Once again, he bustled around the kitchen, but not before he loaded his favorite playlist on his phone, with the same song he and Mel had danced around to earlier that day. After opening the bottle of sparkling cider and gathering three champagne flutes, he poured each of them, announcing, “Well I do believe this calls for a toast of congratulations!”
“Congratulations?” Melanie asked, looking at him dubiously.
“Absolutely, Darling. Because from the looks of it, you’re about to have the Adult Sesame Street Experience.”
“Okay you lost me? What the hell is an adult Sesame Street Experience?”
An immediate lightbulb went off in Daphne’s mind and she couldn’t stop her loud laughter, even as Emmett patiently explained it to Mel. “It means that instead of finding the fabled Cookie Monster, you’re about to become the favorite of a Cookie MUNCHER. You go, Girl!”
And once again, laughter broke out among the three of them as Mel was danced around the room, first by Emmett… and then by the woman, who was surely about to turn Melanie’s world upside down. And she couldn’t have been happier about it.
You Go Girl INDEED!