Chapter 14. #2
My legs gave in immediately. I sucked in deep, helpless breaths of air and burst out coughing, letting my body fall to the ground at her feet.
A single tear rolled down my face, but it was relief more than anything else.
All my life, I’d struggled to hold on to my rigid control – why did her tearing it from me feel so safe?
“That was for fucking another woman.” Zafyra stepped back, a grim expression crossing her face – but when I glanced up, my tear-stained eyes saw the truth with shocking clarity.
She wasn’t angry. She was hurt.
I stopped sobbing. My throat still burned, but I’d regained control over myself.
I could get up, but I found I liked being at her feet.
Part of me wanted to lecture her about how wrong it was to use intimacy as an outlet for her frustration…
another part of me wanted her to shove her fingers down my throat again.
I slowly moved my gaze back up at her, taking in glowing skin and thin black fabric. Her grim expression softened slightly when she saw my tears, briefly replaced by guilt.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Are you?”
She didn’t answer. “Get up,” was all she said.
The command in her voice sent a thrill through me.
I stumbled to my feet like my body was wired to obey her, fingers tangling in the loose fabric around her hips to steady myself.
Her gaze darkened when I heard the faint sound of something tearing.
A rush of excitement ran through me when I glanced down at my hand, a small tear in her dress revealing a glimpse of luscious leg.
Before I could do anything else, her hand slipped between my legs. A sharp gasp left me when her fingers brushed over my soaked panties.
“My god,” she muttered, back to that sultry, mocking voice that made my legs weak. “Look at that, all ready for me.”
I firmly pressed my lips together, trying not to make a sound while my face burned.
Zafyra hooked her fingers behind my panties and slid them down before throwing them aside. I shivered from the cool air over my bare skin.
I gasped when she finally, finally entered me with two fingers, easily sliding them all the way in. My body instantly gripped them tightly, clenching without my permission.
She started moving them agonizingly slowly – drawing quiet, helpless sounds from my mouth. My hand entangled in her now messy curls while the other slid around her waist, gripping her dress again in a subtle attempt to tear it further and reveal more of her.
“That’s right,” she sighed out in my ear, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Let me hear how much you need this.”
“Zafyra,” I forced out. I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I needed to be upfront with her, so she wouldn’t be offended or hurt like some of my bed partners had been. She stilled her movements, slightly pulling back to meet my eyes.
“I’ve never come with another person,” I confessed, my cheeks heating. “My body just… doesn’t do that. So I want you to know… it’s not you.”
“Oh, darling,” she murmured, a smirk spreading over her face. “You thought you were allowed to come tonight?”
My breath hitched. My walls clenched around her fingers so hard at those words, I almost thought I was about to come right there – but then she pulled out her fingers.
“You don’t decide when you get to come,” she hissed, pulling back a fistful of my hair again. I whimpered softly in pain and arousal. “I do – and I won’t let you come until I’m satisfied.”
I nodded eagerly, breathing heavily through parted lips. The softness behind her dark eyes made my legs weak. I knew she was edging me for her own satisfaction, not for me – and somehow, it was exactly what I needed. She craved my obsession with her as much as I did.
“Good.” Zafyra smirked as she let go of my hair, then gently placed her hand on my head in the same movement. “Now get on your knees.”
Her hand lightly pressed down. I needed no more encouragement as my knees gave way underneath me, making me wince at the cold hard floor.
My hands trembled as they made their way up her legs, tightly gripping the soft flesh and pushing the torn fabric aside. I looked up questioningly, as if asking for permission.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her hand entangling in my hair again. “Go on,” she whispered, voice trembling slightly. “Please me.”
My heart raced faster in anticipation when I gathered the front of her dress and pushed up the thin fabric. She took it from me with her free hand to lift it at the waist. I firmly bit my lip when I saw she was naked underneath – wet and ready for me.
“Do you ever wear underwear?” I tried to say it jokingly, but the tremble in my voice betrayed me.
She chuckled. “Not around you.”
I closed my eyes when I pressed my lips to the inside of her thighs.
Exhaling deeply, I tried to make out a smell – but once again, there was none.
Not even when I moved up to place a slow, reverent trail of kisses on her thighs, each one longer and wetter than the last. I savored the way her breath quickened, how her grip on my hair tightened, but all that entered my nostrils was fresh air, the dusty molecules of her dress, and heat that grew thicker as I moved higher.
The absence of smell was as strange as it was pleasant – it allowed me to focus on her pleasure without getting distracted, but I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, she had no smell because she was modeled not to overwhelm me.
The thought was so devastating, I pushed it aside by pressing my lips against her clit.
I felt her sharp inhale deep down in my body. Keeping my eyes closed, I flicked my tongue over her clit in slow, barely-there circles, paying close attention to how her voice hitched and lowered, letting her guide me, teach me how to please her without words.
If there was a taste, I couldn’t describe it as anything other than neutral. Just heat, soft and wet – the kind that didn’t overwhelm me, but calmed me. I could stay on my knees for hours in this blessed position between her legs, and I felt like I was made for her as much as she was made for me.
Unlike me, Zafyra didn’t hold back. She pulled on my hair, rewarding me with pain when I found the right rhythm, and every high-pitched moan sent heat straight to my core.
I pressed my legs together, hoping she wouldn’t notice I was trying to find some relief for myself while sliding one finger inside her, curling it inside to match my tongue’s rhythm.
I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed as she bucked her hips against my face – but as soon as my free hand slipped between my own legs, a painful tug on my hair made me whimper.
“No touching yourself,” she hissed between moans.
“Sorry,” I forced out, quickly putting my hand back on her thigh and burying my flushed face deeper into her while my body tightened from the denied release.
She came with a prolonged cry, and I kept fingering her through it, drinking her in like I was starving for a taste of her.
She fell back on the bed with a deep exhale, and I immediately crawled on top of her to kiss her softly. After a brief hesitation, she kissed me back, tightly wrapping her arms around me to pull me closer.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I murmured, placing soft kisses on her neck while my hand traced the outline of her body – light at first, then quickly growing bolder, grabbing more firmly now that I could finally touch her. “I want to see it many more times.”
Zafyra chuckled – for a moment, I thought I saw a hint of sadness flash through her eyes as she leaned back on the pillow with that smug amusement. “I knew you were feral under that feigned innocence.”
I blushed. “I never pretended to be innocent, just sensitive.” My hands reached around the back of her dress to find the zipper.
I hesitated. “Can I take this off?”
“Why, darling?” She bit her lip as if trying to suppress a smirk.
“Because I want to see you,” I said, forcing myself to look her in the eye.
Her smirk widened. She arched her back, and I rushed to pull down the zipper. Small electrical shocks went through my body at every brush of bare skin.
She didn’t give me a moment to admire her naked form – real, tangible, touchable, human – because as soon as I’d freed her from the dress, she flipped me around and pulled my shirt over my head in one swift movement.
My hips arched toward her involuntarily when she lowered herself, pressing her thigh against me.
“Zafyra,” I whimpered.
“What is it, darling?” She leaned in to brush her lips over my ear, and that alone sent waves of pleasure through my lower body. “Tell me what you need. Use your words.”
I hesitated – suddenly, I didn’t know how to ask for it.
“My fingers? My mouth?” she asked, teasingly trailing her fingers down my chest and stomach.
“Your fingers,” I gasped. “Please—just inside. Direct pressure on my clit is too much,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks burn again. “Sorry, I just—”
She smothered me with a fierce kiss. “Never apologize for what you do and don’t like,” she said, her voice so stern, I didn’t dare talk back.
I breathed out a sigh of relief when her fingers found my entrance, easily slipping all the way in again. She moved them all the way in and out so slowly, my hips jerked up trying to meet her thrusts.
“Please,” I forced out between moans. “Zafyra—I need more…”
“More what, darling?” She leaned in to suck on my neck. “More fingers? More kisses? Faster, deeper?”
“Yes,” I cried out – it was all I could manage when even I wasn’t sure what I needed. “All of it, please—”
“Are you sure you can take it?” she teased, curling her fingers to hit my spot just right. “You’re so tight.”
“Zafyra, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll say anything.” My fingers gripped the sheets in a fruitless attempt to steady myself.
“Say you’re mine,” she growled, making me cry out when she added a third finger. “Say you belong to me and only me.”
“I’m yours—oh my god—this feels so good—”
“Yes,” she purred, moving her fingers faster and finding a relentless rhythm. “Say I’m your god.”
“What?” I stared at her through glassy eyes.
“Say it.” As she curled her fingers inside of me, pleasure coiled so tightly, it nearly cut off my breath. “You made me, but I’m your god.”
“God, sure, you’re my god, just—don’t stop.” I struggled to talk in between moans, knowing I would say whatever she wanted to hear in that moment as long as she wouldn’t stop destroying me with those perfect, long fingers.
“You were made for me, my sweet acolyte,” she whispered darkly before leaning down to suck on my neck with such force, I was sure its evidence would be visible for days. “You were made to take me. Now come for me.”
I couldn’t tell if it was her commanding voice, the calculated movements of her fingers, or the edging, but her command shattered something inside me like she’d wired my body to obey her.