The pair had been very busy over the next few weeks, they both had work, and Karlie was consumed with modeling jobs. Eventually, she knew she would have to give up the job at the studio. The two girls managed to get some time off, no work distractions, just them. It was a road trip, to be exact. Both girls have shared their interests in road trips and the memories along with them. It was a long weekend. For four days, it was them and the California road. Karlie was waiting for Taylor outside her beach house in California. The house was so lovely. She thought that would be the vacation. Taylor quickly got into the car, and her eyes snapped open, unaware she closed them.
"You're going to be awake during the road trip, right? I plan to bug you the entire time."
Karlie swatted at the older girl and reached over to give her a simple kiss on the lips. She sighed against them, wanting all of Taylor to simply sink in. She was throughout her veins, but she still wanted her close. For the next few hours, they were driving along the roads and singing to the songs on the radio. Karlie was unaware of how many songs were Taylor's.
"You would've made an amazing singer, maybe even had become famous. Why didn't you?"
"My dad wanted me to. My parents got me singing lessons, guitar, and piano lessons. All in hopes I'd become a singer. That type of life never appealed to me. Sure, I love to write and to see people bid on my songs. I wanted the family business. So, I took business classes and got a job working for my dad at sixteen. It took him a while to accept that was the role I wanted for myself. Now he is thankful I took over. It's better than ever. It's my passion."
"Thank you for sharing with me. I know it isn't the easiest thing for you to do."
"Anything you want to know, I'll try my best to answer."
They decided to stay in a hotel the first night since they had yet to arrive at the beach house. Both girls were too tired to drive anymore. Taylor arranged the room at the service desk while Karlie took the time to text Sean, telling him they stopped for the night. She quickly looked up at Taylor, and just then, Taylor looked back at her. She smiled, and Karlie blushed and lost her gaze because she looked down. She felt Taylor's presence shortly after. Taylor grabbed her own and Karlie's bags. Karlie placed her hand on top of hers to stop her.
"You don't have to carry my bags, my love."
Taylor rolled her eyes and smirked at the younger girl.
"But, I want to."
At the last word, she winked at her. The girls walked their way to the hotel room and began quickly getting ready for bed.
"Are you even listening?" Taylor asked as she threw a pillow at the younger girl. Karlie looked up, catching sight of Taylor in her bra and panties. Karlie's eyes roamed over her body. It was as if this was the first time she saw Taylor wearing only so little. She still managed to be in awe of her.
"Of course I am! You want to leave around eleven, so we can catch the sunset at the beach." The taller girl laughed and then bounced right next to her on the bed. Karlie spoke again.
"I can't wait for you to show me this wonderful beach you're so fond of." Taylor placed her nearly naked body against Karlie's for a hug. Taylor pressed her face into Karlie's hair and then whispered into her ear.
"There is no one else I'd rather share it with." She felt her lips brush against Karlie's ear. Karlie pulled back after a moment and brushed Taylor's hair out of her eyes. Still, in the hold of each other, there was a soft look on Karlie's face. Karlie paused and finally acknowledged what they both already knew.
"Don't tell Sean, but you're my best friend."
Taylor paused, taking in the words. The dancer could tell it was something she hadn't experienced with a submissive.
"I'm sorry if that was weird. I just feel like you're more than just my dom, you know? I miss you constantly when I'm working, and our talks come so easily...."
Girlfriend was more of the term she was seeking, but neither girl was ready to admit that yet.
"I never had this type of connection before. It's new to me. I assure you it isn't weird in the slightest. You're my best friend, too, Karlie Kloss."
* * *
Taylor and Karlie arrived at the beach at near sunset. Karlie laced her arm with Taylor's as they walked along the private beach. Taylor could see her smile even though the sun had set. All of a sudden, she felt Karlie shiver against her body. For a moment, Taylor unlaced her arm from under Karlie's. She began taking off her sweatshirt and giving it to the taller girl.
"No, Taylor. You'll be cold."
"I don't care. Wear it, please?" Taylor stuck out her bottom lip, and finally, Karlie gave in. The songwriter saw her roll her eyes as she put on the oversized sweatshirt, and Taylor smiled when she saw her head pop through the hole of the sweatshirt.
"You are a charmer. You know that, right?"
"When you have a pretty lady to be charming to, it comes naturally."
"You make me come pretty naturally."
Karlie said in a suggestive tone.
"I was trying to be sweet, and you turned it sexual."
"Are you complaining?"
This is a whole new feeling for her. Feeling this comfortable around a submissive. They walked along the beach and took pictures with a Polaroid camera. Most of them were of Karlie making silly faces, even when Taylor told her she wanted a serious shot. Taylor saw something catch her eye as she put down her camera. It was a small yellow sunflower, and it was beautiful, much like the girl who was a few feet away from her. It made her think of the ninth lesson and when Karlie was officially signed with the agent. At that moment, she was beyond proud of the younger girl.
Taylor walked closer to her and realized Karlie was drawing something in the sand. She gently placed her hand on Karlie's back; she twirled the yellow flower between her fingers with the other hand. Karlie turned and noticed it in her hand.
"It's beautiful." Karlie tried to take it from Taylor, and Taylor shook her head 'no,' and Taylor simply placed it in the dancer's hair.
"No. You're the beautiful one, sunshine." Karlie formed a cheeky grin as Taylor fixed the flower in her hair.
"Thanks, my love. Do you like what I wrote?" Taylor looked down at the sand and grinned.
It had their names drawn in the sand with hearts around Taylor's name. She kissed her sweetly against her lips, and they began walking along the beach again.
"After you're done with the girls, your previous submissives, I mean. What happens? Like do they go back to what it was before they met you, or do they seek out another dom?"
"It depends. Some of them go back to their normal lives, back to vanilla relationships. Others want to stay within the lifestyle. Why?"
She couldn't stand the thought of Karlie having another dom.
"I just can't imagine you not being my dom, but I also don't want to go back to my normal life. This experience is amazing. I never want it to end. Even though I know, it will, and I'll be just another name on that bedpost."
Taylor paused their movements. In no way was Karlie a mere name on the bedpost. She was so much more. She was so much more than her submissive. She was her muse more than anyone else has ever been.
"Sunshine, you'll always be more to me than just a name on my bedpost."
Taylor sensed raindrops on her skin. She quickly put her camera in her bag. That's when it started pouring, and she grabbed Karlie's hand.
"I know a place where we can hide." They both giggled as Taylor searched to find her favorite lighthouse. They quickly opened the door and rushed in.
"It's still raining a bit in here, though." Taylor rolled her eyes at the dancer's comment.
"Sorry, it's not what you're used to." Taylor replied with a sarcastic tone. Again, they laugh, and they find each other's eyes. Completely unaware of how small the space was and how much their bodies were pressed against each other.
"Taylor, this beach is amazing. This road trip is amazing. You're amazing."
She heard the rain patter against the rusty lighthouse. It was comforting. The girl in front of her was dripping wet, and the only thing clouding her thoughts was sex.
"I want to fuck you so bad." Taylor confessed.
"So do it, Taylor."
Taylor loved when Karlie challenged her like this. Taylor looked between Karlie's eyes and lips, and at the second glance at her lips, she noticed Karlie had licked her lips. Suddenly she felt Karlie's hand on her face, and that's when she stroked her cheek with her thumb. Taylor's hands tangled in Karlie's hair as she pressed her lips against the dancer's. Karlie pulled their bodies closer and smiled in the kiss. Taylor began to roam her hands along the taller girl's back and squeezed her ass as she let out a loud moan.
She took that time to push her tongue inside Karlie's mouth, and in an instant, they found each other's tongue. Breathless sighs and moans were coming from both girls. Karlie then removed her lips from her own, and Taylor was about to protest. Until she felt Karlie's teeth bite her neck soon after and then she darted her tongue out to lick the same place. She wanted more. Karlie started to kiss her again, and before Taylor roughly pulled away, she bit down on Karlie's bottom lip. She heard her moan once more, and Taylor needed more.
"I need you." Karlie growled at Taylor's tone, and again, she placed her lips upon her own. Karlie began playing with the shorter girl's breasts. Taylor moaned and rocked her hips, needing more contact.
"You have my permission to talk dirty to me, baby." The shorter girl moaned into her ear.
She felt her hands glide down her body and into her pants. Suddenly two fingers were inside her. Karlie knew just how she liked to be fucked.
"I have barely touched you, and you're already wet, Taylor."
"I'm always wet for you."
The rain didn't stop, and neither did Taylor's moans or Karlie's dirty talk.
* * *
Sometime early in the morning, Taylor rolled over and grabbed her phone. She wrapped herself up in one of the sheets, careful not to wake the sleeping dancer beside her; she slipped out of the room. She went into the front room of her beach house. The sun was rising, and it showed off the beach with more beauty. Her mind was replaying every detail that had happened on the road trip. It was delightful. It made her want to write all about it. After she fixed her coffee, she found herself sitting in front of her piano with a notebook. The songwriter quietly hummed to herself. She wrote down all the words she wanted to save, to capture from last night. She wrote a new song within the hour. A voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hey, you. I woke up, and you weren't there."
"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. Did my music wake you? I tried to play quietly enough."
"I didn't mind. What are you working on?"
"Just writing about my muse." Taylor added sincerely.
"You know I never expected to be someone's muse. I never planned on you."
"I never planned on you either. I wanted to capture what happened last night. It was magical."
Taylor wanted her now. She wanted her always. Taylor kissed her and began to take off the sweatshirt the taller girl had been wearing. The sweatshirt she gave her a day prior. The songwriter started to place soft kisses along Karlie's neck and collarbone.
Taylor bit down on the spot on Karlie's neck that she knew she loved. Karlie moaned right into Taylor's ear. Taylor slid her hand up Karlie's toned legs and brushed over her clit. She gently eased one finger inside of the taller girl. She felt her bite her shoulder and felt her scratching her fingernails across her lower back. Karlie whimpered as Taylor added another finger. Their lips find each other, and their tongues explore each other's mouths like it's the first time. They somehow made it to the floor, and Taylor pulled out her fingers.
"I want more, Taylor." Karlie growled, and Taylor caught it between her lips. She wasn't one to allow her submissives to speak, but she craved to know Karlie's desires. The dancer broke the rules, and Taylor happily allowed it.
"More of what, hm?" Taylor asked seductively as she began to play with Karlie's breasts with her hand.
"Ugh. More of that, more of your fingers, more of your tongue, mm, please, Taylor."
"Well, since you said please."
They had sex with lyrics across the floor, with a notebook filled with fresh lyrics written solely about a girl becoming much more than a submissive. And Taylor hummed, just as she does when she writes a new song. They lie there in bliss.
"Can I confess something? Ever since I saw that piano in your room the first time we showered together, my mind has been filled with you fucking me on one."
"Are you suggesting I fuck you now on it?"
"If you're up for it, Taylor."
"I'm always up for fucking you. Get on it, face-up, with your legs spread."
Suddenly she was between her legs as her tongue slipped across wet folds. Taylor would never get tired of this taste. Eating out Karlie was her favorite pastime. The moans began escaping from Karlie, and it only made her pick up the pace. She tangled her fingers through her locks, urging her to continue.
"You're fucking me so good, Taylor."
Her voice was low and needy. She craved hearing Karlie talk like this.
Taylor craved everything about her submissive.