Chapter 14 #2
The woman was making love to Nala’s pussy, and she could barely contain herself as her clit became more sensitive with every passing lick.
I’m gonna come on her face. It was a plan by that point.
Her skin shivered, nipples tingling in arousal as her center released an endless stream of little resistance.
Really, drowning her was the least Nala could do after Friday night.
Woman was gonna take control? Oh, two could play at that game!
She better prepare herself. Fuck that. Nala better prepare herself!
“Oh!” Varen’s tongue was heavier now, her hands bracing themselves against Nala’s thighs as she went as far in as she dared.
In her. That world-shaking tongue slipped from her slit to her insides so effortlessly that it felt like it glided between heaven and nirvana.
Nala’s hips began to buck, willing that tongue deeper into her.
Fuck me with your tongue, ma’am. The ripple of Varen’s toned muscles as her head moved up and down was one of the most erotic things Nala had ever seen – never mind what was happening between her legs.
Nala went from pleasured to orgasmic within another second.
“Fuck!” She threw her head back, hips thrusting wildly against Varen’s face as one torment of ecstasy after another overcame her.
She thought Varen was going to drown her?
She was the one drowning now, cast away in a sea of conflicting thoughts and feelings that would destroy a lesser woman.
Yet every time she began to worry, Varen caressed her with her tongue, and she was gone again.
It felt good, it felt guilty to give herself over to sex and all its delicious trappings.
Nala opened her eyes and found Varen staring intently back at her. “Oh, my God,” she whimpered, coming down from her orgasm only to have another one. This woman needed to mind her abilities before she killed Nala.
Well, she did say Nala was going to come so much that she would beg for it to stop…
“Shit,” Varen muttered, pulling away from her as Nala whined in defeat. Okay, you win, I’m all yours. “Shit, shit.” Varen’s chin was wet. Her thumb slipped against Nala’s thigh easily, drawing small lines of wetness across her skin. “Shit.”
“Uh-huh,” Nala responded. “Shit.”
Varen sat up, wiping the lower part of her face with her right hand. When she hooked it beneath Nala’s left knee again, she gasped at how wet it was. “You smell so damn good.”
Her head went down again, nose nuzzling against Nala’s wet folds, dipping into her, taking her for who she was. Nala bit her lip and refused to say anything that would ruin the moment, whatever the moment was supposed to be.
“Kiss me,” Nala whimpered. “I want to taste myself on you.”
She didn’t think Varen would do it. After all, it hadn’t been her idea, and Nala figured that everything was supposed to be her idea from now on.
Then her lips came, bruising Nala’s as they had bruised her elsewhere.
Nala dared to lower her arms and feel Varen within her embrace, wrapping between her legs and pushing her pelvis against her lover’s thigh.
“You’re mine.” One growl after another passed from Varen’s lips to Nala’s. “When I’m done with you, you’ll understand that well.”
Nala hoped that all this heavy kissing and petting would lead to the kind of humping that grown women dreamed about.
Heaven knew she was ready. Legs spread, slit wet, and body eager to be invaded and claimed.
Yet Varen held back, content to press her lips against Nala, to touch her breasts and throat and nothing else.
“I’ve made up the other night to you, don’t you agree?”
There was only one correct response. Nala nodded wordlessly. Varen squeezed her breast so hard that she gasped instead.
“Good. Now that you know what I can provide you, it’s time for me to know what you can provide me.”
Varen sat up, back straight and tall as her knees dug into her bed.
“Serve me, Nala.”
Those were her only orders. Nothing specific, nothing that could tell Nala what it was she wanted, if anything.
Serve her, huh? Did she want a massage? A bath drawn?
Something to drink? Is that what she meant?
Or did she want some sexual service? Nala eased herself onto her elbows, legs slowly closing as she turned her hips toward Varen.
Her face was dangerously close to that toned abdomen laced with sweat.
Even after what had happened a few minutes ago, Nala had never felt so carnal in her life.
“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, a light flickering in her mind when she used that title.
Goodness, she was turning into one of them.
“Sort of sad how quickly I’ve got you calling me that. I was hoping you’d put up more of a fight so taming you would be that much sweeter.”
Oh, Nala was not going down that easily.
“Tonight I’m suggestible,” she explained, lightly running her nails down Varen’s chest, taking an exploratory stroll over two pert nipples.
Varen did not shudder. Nor did she break eye contact.
“Tomorrow is another day and another chance for you to see the wild side of me.”
“You seem pretty wild right now.”
“You said…”
“I said I wanted to tame you, not strip you of what makes you you.”
Varen snatched her hand, taking it from her chest down to her zipper.
“I don’t dare think you would obey any other but me. The day I see that spark leave your eyes is the day I give up being a Domme for good. I want you to enjoy every minute we spend together like this.”
“Enjoy it but obey you.”
“You think those are mutually exclusive?”
Varen’s tender touch to Nala’s head and back placated her for now. “Not at all,” she said, lowering her Mistress’s zipper. “Why don’t you lie back, ma’am? I hear somebody wants to be served, and I only know one way to do it.”
Varen raised her eyebrows, one of the only ways she knew how to express anything. We’ll figure that out later. If she wanted Nala to make some changes, then she expected the same in return. Like learning how to be human again.
Nala watched in minor triumph as Varen lowered to the bed, slumping slightly against a pillow with one arm propped up and the other resting lazily against her side. She watched Nala, expectantly, eyes burning in curiosity as she knelt on the bed and took off the last of her clothes.
“You’re very beautiful with your hair down like that,” Varen said softly, finger rubbing her upper lip. “You’re pretty with it back, too, but this is better.”
“I wear it back because it’s easier that way, ma’am.”
“Don’t ever cut it. I’ll be gutted.”
Nala smirked. “Same to you. You have a cute ponytail.”
She looked as if she wanted to reach out and touch Nala’s hair but refrained.
Yet Nala took those comments to heart and brought her hair forward, over her shoulders and framing her heart-shaped face.
Locks of black landed on Varen’s jeans, tickling Nala’s arms and scraping across the bed as she leaned forward on her hands.
She didn’t know why she wanted to please this woman so much.
Well, it wasn’t really about pleasing her.
Right now it was about having fun, letting loose, and exploring a facet of her sexuality she never considered before.
So what if it led to more trust between them?
That wasn’t bad at all. Just because I can put it out of my mind for a few hours and learn to breathe for fun instead of the sake of it…