Chapter 17 #2
My Domme. There’s a phrase Nala never thought she’d hear. “Yes… oh, God, please!”
Her body shook with the need to orgasm. Varen was her ticket to heaven, and most of all, she still carried a loaded gun. I want to feel like that again. Taking her, conquering her, marking her, and letting her feel the tangible proof that Varen had been there.
“Let me come, Mistress! Please!”
Varen showed Nala so little mercy that Nala thought she would fall onto the floor and die.
Those punishing movements owned every inch of her cunt, Varen’s hands clawed at her skin, pulled her hair, and poked at the edge of Nala’s mouth.
When she slipped those fingers between Nala’s legs and stroked her clit, tears formed.
Nala was about to cry from the sensory onslaught that she 100% deserved.
“Oh my God!” she cried, riding the orgasmic wave crashing over her. “I’m coming!”
Varen increased her speed, pushing Nala through her orgasm. “Do you want this?” she spat into Nala’s ear, each breath more harried than the last. “Is that all you want now?”
Still high on her climax, Nala sobbed into the leather beneath her with such relief. “Yes, holy shit, yes!” It would be the most delectable cherry on this sexual sundae. I love cherries.
“Fuck! Why do you do this to me…” Varen removed the rod.
Where it went, Nala didn’t know, but she missed it already.
But who had time to think about that when she was pushed to her knees on the floor, her sore legs still spread open and her chest still spilling from her dress.
Varen yanked on her hair again, redirecting Nala’s agape mouth toward the pants she had enjoyed rubbing her ass against.
“Do you want me, too, Nala?” Varen asked, her husky voice dropping an octave as she caressed Nala’s cheek. “Do you want to make me feel good? Make me come?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Varen unzipped and unbuttoned, Nala’s heart fluttering in anticipation as she mustered the last of her stupid strength to stick her face closer to her dominant’s crotch.
When she was about to flick her tongue against the slit Varen unveiled beneath her clothes, Nala’s head jerked back again, the roots of her hair screaming in her scalp.
God. I love it. Head up, body out, every inch of her used and dominated for her Mistress’s sick and twisted games of guilt.
And now she got to suffocate on the best pussy she ever tasted.
“Say you want it. That you can’t live without it.”
Nala closed her eyes, hands in her lap and tongue futilely attempting to get to Varen’s heady skin. “Yes,” she gasped. “I want it.” Her lashes fluttered open again. Varen’s frame danced before her, blurry, illusionary. “I can’t live without your cunt, ma’am.”
She got close enough to taste it, willing to give herself completely over and even forget who she was.
Her head yanked back again. Nala landed backward, catching herself on her hands. Varen was stalwart.
“Too bad. You don’t get it.”
Nala sat still, her fierce arousal claiming her thighs.
While she was sated with her own intense orgasm, Nala’s disappointment at not feeling a different kind of oneness with Varen was a punishment she never anticipated.
Oh my God, is this what it feels like to disappoint your Domme?
Is this what she means by punishment? To deny me what I want?
Nightingale was mortified – Nala was pissed.
“What a mess,” Varen mumbled, fixing her clothes. “Suits you, though. You’re a mess in general.”
Pride shaken but not shattered, Nala stood up, feeling the physical manifestation of her messy self burning her skin. “And you’re an asshole.”
She watched Varen collect the rod, no longer vibrating. “An asshole who makes you scream.”
“That’s not necessarily something to design your life around.” Nala faced her. “You’re also an asshole who doesn’t kiss much.”
“I’ll kiss you if I feel like it.”
“Obviously.”
Nala pulled back the curtain, ready to demand to be taken home.
“Well.”
Both Nala and Varen paled at the sight of Jay and Maggie near the door. Jay tsked in his throat and shook his head while Maggie grinned like a naughty aunt catching her family in a scandal. “Looks like someone owes me money. Here I thought you two weren’t a real thing.”
Varen put a firm hand on Nala’s shoulder, who only now realized that her dress was still askew. Shit! She forgot her anger as she ensured her breasts were put away and her skirt was below her waist. She wavered in her stilettos.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
“Oh, we enjoyed both today.” Maggie pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it without any regard for Jay, who kept a respectful distance behind her. “Looking forward to more.”
Varen stepped forward, taking Nala by the hand and pulling her behind her. “We’ll let you have the room to yourself, then. We need to be going.”
“I’m sure.” Maggie winked at them as they went by, a plume of smoke obscuring her perfectly white teeth. “See you at the next meeting.”
The first thing out of Nala’s mouth was asking where the bathroom was.
Varen pointed it out once they were back in the lounge, the sounds of people chattering and ice clinking against glasses almost welcomed.
The second thing out of her mouth was expressing a “bad feeling.”
Varen did not hesitate to agree as she stood outside the ladies’ room and waited for Nala.
Entry 8
We are official members of The Aviary. And I am officially a fucking idiot who can’t keep her hands to herself.
The Domme in me has reawakened, and I cannot keep her contained around that damned woman.
Every time I take her; I wake up more. All that careful planning is coming undone because I am more beast than human.
I want to punish her for making me feel this way. But I’m afraid that will only make it worse.
I can’t win. At this rate, she will be the only winner. My majestic Nightingale.