Chapter 14
Never before had Nala forgotten her woes so easily.
One minute she was focusing on what she had to do for the good of her mission, and the next she entirely forgot what that mission was.
Deep inside her subconscious, she chastised herself for this, but the greater parts of her knew it was futile to feel bad about it.
Because sometimes a girl needed to feel good.
Varen made her feel fucking good.
“Like that,” she muttered on Nala’s lips, still overtaking her on the couch.
She had barely moved, but here she was, sinking so deep into the leather that she thought it might swallow her whole.
Assuming it could beat Varen to the punch, of course.
Her lips were devouring Nala, sucking on her mouth, plundering it, and exploring some of her innermost parts before diverting to her ears, throat, and sweet, reddening cheeks.
“Don’t be a wilting flower. It doesn’t suit you.”
That’s right, I’m not a wilting flower! She felt a bit wilting beneath Varen, but she knew what it meant.
“You’re not the kind of sub who is passive. Be active in our experiences. Defer to my orders, and my wants, but don’t pretend to be a doll.”
The fact she understood that so easily made Nala shiver beyond control.
Varen sensed it. “Fuck me, Nala. I’m glad you want this.”
She gasped as Varen sucked her throat and pulled apart her ponytail. Varen threaded Nala’s long, dark hair.
“Would you do this if I didn’t?”
“No. I would die of lust, though.”
Nala’s arms wrapped around Varen’s shoulders, trying to bring her down. “Me too. Fuck me, Varen.”
“Fuck me, ma’am.”
“Fuck me, Mistress.”
Varen bit her earlobe. A squeal of delight echoed. “Good catch.”
She pulled back, still threading Nala’s hair, letting it fall in a wisp across her face. “I don’t mind you calling me either one. Although Mistress gets me going, and hopefully you too.”
“Everything is getting me wet right now.”
“Good.” Varen kissed her again, the grip on the back of her head unrelenting. “I’m going to hold back, unlike the other night. For fuck’s sake, if only you knew what you were doing to me in that dress.”
“That you picked out.”
Varen lifted Nala’s hoodie, pulling it above her head and casting it onto the floor.
Her hands went to Nala’s breasts hiding beneath a T-shirt and bra.
As Varen massaged her, aroused her, and courted her, all they shared was, “I didn’t think that far ahead with it. I thought I could handle you. Thought I could behave around you.”
Varen’s T-shirt went up. Sturdy fingers yanked down Nala’s bra cups and immediately pinched her nipples.
Fuck! Nala writhed on the couch. “You’re too irresistible for me, though. You’re a succubus, Nala. Maybe you don’t intend to be, but from the night we met you’ve been both the best and the worst thing to happen to me in so long. Fuck me every which way, I want you.”
Varen pinched her so hard that Nala cried out in pain. Sweet, delectable pain.
“Do you want me? Like this?”
There was almost a hint of desperation in her voice. Careful desperation. Like hell Varen Lake would be desperate. “Yeah…”
“That’s not good enough. I want to hear you say it.” Varen pinched her again. Nala sucked in a shriek before a hand slapped over her mouth. I doubt anyone can hear me. That was both fantastic and dreadful.
“I want you…”
“What do you want me to do?”
Varen gently rubbed Nala’s breasts, as if that could soothe the delightful pain she experienced. “I want you to teach me how to submit to you.”
“And?”
She wants an end game. “Fuck me. Please.”
Varen stepped back. At first, Nala was afraid she would trip backward over the coffee table, but she remained firm, neither swaying nor flinching. “It’s not enough to submit. You’ll have to serve me, too.”
You like that sort of thing, huh? Nala wasn’t surprised.
Why would she be surprised at this point?
Women who made it to her level of success and fortune – let alone so early in life – had to have this streak in them.
I wonder what she’s like during board meetings.
Nah, that was boring. Nala wanted to know what she was like in bed.
“I’ll serve you, Mistress.”
She couldn’t hide the sarcasm in her voice. Nevertheless, she didn’t lie. You want me to bring you a drink, ma’am? I’ll do it if it means I finally get your pussy. Girl had to keep herself from drooling.
If Varen was displeased with her tone, she didn’t say anything. She was more interested in taking Nala’s hand, pulling her off the couch… and pointing to the stairs.
“Whoa!” Nala was shoved forward. “Watch it!”
“Go. Now. I’m following.”
Nala took a step forward, head over her shoulder. When she didn’t walk fast enough, Varen wrapped both arms around her, ponytail falling to the side as she grabbed Nala’s breasts and snarled right in her ear.
“Do you want me to make you?”
Safe to say Nala had never felt this… possessed… before. I’m her thing. I belong to her, right now. “Whoa, you’re having a fit.”
Yet when Varen released her, Nala went, picking up the pace to the spiral staircase.
Varen was right behind her, chasing her, nipping at her heels, and overwhelming her with that heady perfume.
I want this scent all around me. I want to smell like her in the morning.
I want to smell like… her. The more Nala submitted to this idea – and to her – the more heat swelled between her legs, and the more her nipples begged for that rough attention.
Pinch me, bite me, pull my fucking hair.
She was so horny she was almost game to put on a saddle and be ridden around like a pony. Tame me, fucker.
Each step was like entering another layer of hell. No, not Dante’s hell. The hell of anticipation and eternal sexual frustration. Not like Nala forgot how she was left Friday. She better make me come. Multiple times. Nala was submitting, and that meant she wanted a reward.
She knew she would have to earn it.
“Don’t worry,” Varen breathed down her neck as they reached the top landing. “I’ll make it up to you. Friday, that is.”
She shoved Nala forward, who landed with a hard wumpf on the bed. Her soft, pliable bed… It shuddered beneath Nala’s petite body. She braced herself, breasts still hanging out of her bra and shoes dirtying the end of the comforter.
“I was so wrapped up in my need for you and your body,” Varen continued, standing beside her and grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt, “that I couldn’t think of anything but my drive to have you. I wasn’t going to stop until I saw my face in your cunt.”
The sweatshirt came up, taking her T-shirt with it.
Oh my sweet, merciful deities upon high.
The woman wasn’t wearing a bra. That body!
Nala could have licked breakfast off that stomach!
And those arms… this was her first time seeing them. No wonder Varen felt so fit.
Getinmegetinmegetinme! Nala rubbed her own breasts and barely realized it.
“You’re going to come so much,” Varen snarled, pulling Nala’s legs apart to kneel between them. “You’ll be begging to make it stop so you can breathe again.”
That was a winning endorsement if Nala ever heard one!
“Come here.” Varen hooked her fingers around the waist of Nala’s jeans, tugging hard enough to make her slide down the bed. “I want to look at you. Don’t be shy.”
Shy? Me? She thought that, yet Nala had her arms crossed in front of her breasts as if she had any chance at modesty.
When Varen gripped her wrists and held her hands above her head, letting her fingers play with the bottom edge of a pillow, Nala felt so exposed that she couldn’t help but defer.
The way she devoured Nala’s breasts with her eyes was like a hungry wolf about to consume its prey.
If you fuck me like a wolf, I might be yours forever.
Nala kept thinking about how rough Varen was Friday night. Would she be better prepared tonight?
“Stay still.” Varen’s hands traveled down Nala’s arms, to her shoulders, her breasts, where they grabbed and kneaded her until she was whimpering in near-worship. “You’re mine to explore right now.”
Nala had never been put beneath this kind of spotlight before.
So when someone dragged their nails down her stomach and quickly unbuttoned her jeans, she sucked in a desperate cry, if only because she didn’t want to appear meek.
Relax, girl, she thinks you’re so hot she can’t control herself around you.
There was nothing Nala hid beneath her clothes that could turn Varen off.
Not her stretch marks around her hips, not her thick tufts of pubic hair covering her mound, and certainly not the slick folds of her pussy as Varen pulled down her underwear and spread her legs before that famished gaze.
There was enough light shining from downstairs for her to see the pink of Nala’s insides.
“If you’re not confident in yourself,” Varen said, teasing the inside of Nala’s thigh with her fingertips. “You damn well should be. Because you are gorgeous.”
No one had sincerely called her gorgeous before. Pretty, yes, plenty of times. Beautiful? Occasionally. Gorgeous? Next, she’ll call me stunning!
“You’ve almost stunned me into silence.”
Close enough.
“Nala,” Varen muttered, leaning down and covering her prey’s chest in kisses. “I love saying your name. Nala. Nala. Nala.”
She loved hearing her name. Especially as Varen continued to whisper it against untamed skin, lowering her head until her breath touched Nala’s nether lips.
Oh my fuck. Nala closed her eyes, sighing against the bed beneath her.
Her guards continued to lower. Pretty soon, Varen would enclose herself around Nala and send her for a tailspin she could never recover from.
Two weeks ago, even one week ago, Nala would have never guessed that she would be happily spread on Varen’s bed, feeling that tongue push into her folds and lick languidly, heavily along her slit.
The tip of her tongue flicked against Nala’s clit, sending ripples – no, waves – of endless pleasure through her body.
Holy shit, she’s good. The woman feasted on her like the caught prey she was.
No pathetic little licks. No bare minimum attention so she could say, “Hey, I went down on her, okay?”
Nope. This was what the sex in oral sex meant.