20. Episode 13 Paya #2
“Careful.” She brings her face closer to mine again, sending a tingle between my thighs straight to my clit. “I won’t give you what you want. I’ll give you what you need. If you want that side of me.”
My breathing turns shallow under her intense look. “What if I said I do?”
“Then I’d tell you to—” Her whispered words tickles my ear as she closes the distance. “Get on your knees.”
My heart pounds against my chest in anticipation of what’s to come, hoping it’s her. Being between Celeste’s legs has been a curious thought of mine on more than one occasion.
“Now,” she adds, voice firmer than before.
During my first week working for Celeste, I learned she doesn’t like to repeat herself. I lower to the ground, position myself in front of her sitting on the couch, my knees planted on the coarse rug covering the sand.
She demands removal of her clothes. I slide her boyshorts off in one smooth motion and toss them to the side. The delicious smell of her wetness hits the air. I lick my lips, feeling my own slickness between my thighs.
She picks up the bell. “When I ring this bell, I want you to fuck me with your tongue. When it rings again, you stop,” she tells me with a menacing grin, her hooded eyes on mine from above. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I nod quickly, more than ready.
She leans back, spreading wide for me to feast.
The bell rings.
I go to dive in, then pause. Something tells me I’m going to be here for a while and this isn’t an eating contest. I nestle comfortably between her legs, running my fingers down her soft skin, savoring how wet she is and how turned on I am in this moment.
I flatten my tongue and slowly lick her pussy from bottom to top, notably avoiding the spot she’d want me most.
Her breath hitches, putting a smile on my face.
I keep my pace, unhurried, intentionally testing her patience. I can feel her thighs tremble. I’m just about to dip back down for another teasing stroke when the sharp, metallic clang interrupts me.
I freeze. I lick my lips, enjoying the taste.
“Teasing will only lead to punishment.” She warns, her tone dangerously tempting, the same one that took us both by surprise in the elevator.
She doesn’t wait for me to answer before she rings the bell again.
This time, I don’t hold back. I lap at her pussy lips, then gently wrap my mouth around her clit.
Changing my tongue’s position, I dart in and out, then side to side, eager to make up for my misbehavior, driving us both closer to the edge until—
The bell rings.
Fuck. A whining groan falls from my mouth. I lift my head and meet her eyes. My lips are pulsing.
“More?”
I nod. “Yes.”
The bell jingles. “Again.”
Bell. Pleasure. Bell. Again and again. We fall into a tortuous rhythm, varying in times, speed.
By the tenth round, I’m so turned on, so needy and soaking wet, my vision blurs. My jaw is starting to get sore, but I’m nowhere near finished pleasuring my queen.
The bell rings and I pull back for air. I catch my breath, the abandoned movie still playing in the background.
“Had enough?” Celeste steadies her uneven breathing. Clearly she’s enjoying herself.
I shake my head at her raised brow.
“Use me.” The words fall out of my mouth in a breathless pant. “Please.” I’m not usually the begging type, never shying away from initiating in the bedroom, then again, I’ve never met a woman like Celeste Ashford before. My knees ache from being on them for who knows however long, but I don’t care.
Celeste smiles. “Whose little service slut are you tonight?”
Our eyes lock. “Yours.”
“Do you like what I put into your mouth?”
“Yes.” My body buzzes at the thought of being hers. “Very much.”
“Good.” Satisfied with my answer, she swings her leg over my shoulder. Her free hand digs into my scalp. “Prove it.” She growls. “Fuck me.”
The bell rings again.
Eager to please, my tongue makes contact with her clit. I’m already soaking wet just from the way she moans my name, grinding relentlessly against my mouth and nose as she edges herself, using my face for her own pleasure. I want her to ruin me.
“You’re doing so good for me, Paya.” She praises me, increasing her speed while both hands push my head down harder. Her breath turns ragged. “You’re going to make me come.”
I’m drowning in the best way possible, but I don’t dare stop. My throbbing clit rubs against the fabric of my shorts, on the verge of combustion. I could come just from the sounds of her delicious moans alone.
“That’s right,” she murmurs, fucking my tongue, mouth and nose. She grips my hair tighter, treating me like a toy, the roughness making me weak. With one last flick of my tongue across her clit, she throws her head back, legs shaking against me. Her body tenses and she lets out a silent scream.
I slow my speed, watching the most beautiful view of Celeste riding out the waves of her orgasm. I plant a gentle kiss on her mound and slowly pull back, utterly consumed by how turned on I am by Celeste Ashford. She looks at me, a satisfied smile painting her lips.
Reaching down, she gently brushes a damp flyaway from my forehead. “Straddle me. I want you to come on my fingers.”
My legs are like Jello when I stand. My attention lingers on her firm abs slipping through when her tank top lifts as her hips roll upward, enjoying the results of those intense rowing classes she’s been doing three times a week.
She straightens her back, her pointer finger in a downward motion for me to remove my shorts. “Just those. Your top is mine.”
After I discard my shorts, I watch as she slowly tugs at the string to my bikini top. My nipples pierce the cool summer air.
Being naked on full display out in the open shouldn’t arouse me this much, but it does.
Concerns of getting caught by the camera crew returning to the sight of me getting fucked into oblivion by my very sexy boss doesn’t phase me in the slightest. Maybe I’m more of an exhibitionist than I thought.
Or perhaps it’s the way she’s looking at me right now, making me feel safe and desired.
I straddle her legs, eager to address the throbbing between my thighs. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get this wet. I clamp my eyes closed.
“Look at me when I fuck you,” she commands, and without breaking eye contact, she slips two fingers inside inch by agonizing inch, sending waves of desire through my entire body.
We hiss at how good this feels.
My eyelids flutter open. I’m fighting the urge to not close them again, remembering my instructions and keeping my eyes on hers. She moans my name and I melt at the way she repeats it, breathy, urgent, her skin hot against mine.
“You feel so good,” she pants, thrusting deeper, curling her fingers against the sponge inside, sounds of wetness slapping skin making my head spin with desire.
She spreads my legs wider, gaining more access, and when she slips in a third finger, my knees go weak at how effortlessly she takes control in every area of her life.
Including me. Her left hand forces my hips in place as she pounds into me, her mouth full, sucking on my rock hard nipple as she does.
Climax is brewing deep in my belly, nearing with each come hither motion of her finger.
When her thumb makes contact with my swollen clit, I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation of her fingers filling me and the heat of her mouth on my breast. My legs shake uncontrollably and my body tenses. An orgasm ripples through me.
I collapse forward, lowering my sweaty forehead to rest heavily against Celeste’s shoulder, completely spent. We stay like that until our breathing slows and my tremors finally begin to settle.
A moment later, Celeste extracts her fingers. She shifts beneath me, forcing me to lift my head. My attention goes to her hands.
Celeste catches me eyeing her handiwork. She gives me a look. “Closed mouths don’t get fed…beg.”
I do exactly what I’m told. “Please. I need it.” Then I unhinge my jaw, not caring how desperate I sound or messy my hair is.
Her lips curl into a sexy half-smile. Happy with my level of pleading, she rests her slick fingers at the rim of my mouth and slides them inside. I lick them clean, reveling in the taste of my own juices.
“That’s my girl.” She extracts her fingers, cups my chin and kisses me, a delightful moan escaping her throat, reigniting the coals in my stomach. She breaks from the kiss.
“I take it we’re even now?” I breathe a laugh, recalling the level of torture I put her through when I made her watch while I fucked myself.
Her smile transforms into pure mischief. “Not even in the slightest.”
I glance around. The movie credits are rolling. Nothing in sight but the soft glow from candles around us. Still no sign of a camera crew.
“Now.” Celeste picks up the bell again and my mouth waters on command. “Let’s see how else you can serve me.”