Chapter 31 #3
Nala climbed onto the couch and straddled Varen’s lap, lowering herself until she buried her nose into a pillow. Varen pushed Nala’s long hair out of the way to stroke the curve of her back, body pressing warmly against her bare stomach.
“You’re beautiful.” Varen’s soft voice entered one ear and escaped out the other. Nala sighed, turning her head to one side so she stared at the dark TV only a few feet away. “Turn over. I want to see your breasts.”
Did she now? Nala hid a chuckle as she turned over, looking into Varen’s shadowy face. Nala rested her head against the pillow and let her sore ass nestle between Varen’s legs. A hand instantly went to Nala’s stomach and teased her with an infectious touch.
“Am I only beautiful, Mistress?” Nala pushed it, she knew. “A girl like me needs to know more than that right now.”
“I’m sure.” Varen forked her fingers around one of Nala’s nipples, stimulating her to the point they peaked again. “I have to admit that right now I’m mostly caught up in your striking beauty. If you want to know more, I also think you’re a very strong woman.”
“Hmph.”
“What is it?”
Nala laughed lightly. “Few people go so far as to call me a woman.”
“Aren’t you? Womanhood is more than your age. It’s what you’ve been through, how you carry yourself, what your goals in life are, your maturity…”
“So, I’m a woman, then. That’s relieving.”
“I’m serious, Nala.” Varen’s fingers came together, gently pinching that nipple as Nala’s hands clasped across her stomach. “Why would I be with anyone else other than a woman?”
She wasn’t going to seriously answer that.
“Anyway, your reward. You still want it, right?”
“You mean this isn’t it?”
“Only a taste.” That clean-cut lady in a T-shirt and jeans was almost too much to bear as she pinched Nala with one hand and tugged down the zipper of her jeans with the other. “There’s a lot more I can offer you right now. Don’t be shy to take it.”
“I never would be, ma’am. I have nothing about my body to hide from you.”
Not at this point. Besides, Nala was about as shy as a woman who had been around the block a few times and made a living walking naked down the street.
She was sure such a profession existed somewhere in a city like Portland. “Please, feel generous with my reward.”
“Now, don’t get too cheeky…” Varen pulled the front of Nala’s jeans apart and touched the top of her mound. “Although, I do like a certain level of cheek from you.”
Her fingers cut a trail along Nala’s skin, sliding between her breasts, dipping into her navel, and coming so close to giving her true pleasure that Nala couldn’t do anything but shudder where she lay.
A reward? This was a huge, drawn-out tease meant to make her even hornier. Okay, so it’s working. Shut up.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Varen stroked one of her nipples, eliciting a wave of pleasure through Nala’s torso and beyond.
Now this is what I’m talking about. Nala’s hips slightly undulated against Varen’s lap, especially when the other hand shoved down her pants and rubbed her slit through her underwear.
Nala closed her eyes and let herself slip away into another world, one where they were the only two people to ever exist.
Thank God for that. Because Nala was tired of experiencing an existence where she had to rely on people, had to make her own way, and had to deal with the unpleasantness that was life.
People say I’m so cynical for my age. Growing up, the elders in her neighborhood simply said she had an old soul.
An old, adventurous soul that shirked learning how to keep house and do other “womanly” things such as cooking and childrearing.
Those were Tasha’s bag, although she was able to get away with not doing them too much either because she was smart.
Nala didn’t have an excuse beyond “I don’t want to.”
Nala came back to Earth when Varen cupped two fingers around her slit, forcing Nala’s underwear inside her as Varen threatened to finger her like that.
But the cloth of her underwear created an impenetrable barrier, even if it stretched more the wetter it became.
You’re going to tease me to death! Her eyes opened, meeting Varen’s in the darkness.
Nala’s breaths became more erratic. Her hands stretched out, curling around Varen’s arm as she slid her fingers deeper into Nala’s jeans.
“Will you let me come?” she asked, almost pitifully. “I mean… please, Mistress.”
“I’m sure you would like that. How many orgasms should I let you have tonight?”
Varen mused. “There are two schools of thought when it comes to training a sub and utilizing orgasms as rewards and tools, in my experience. One says I should let you come as often as possible, as it helps you associate everything that happens with incredible pleasure.”
Varen’s fingers pulled Nala’s lingerie aside and dipped into her wetness.
It took all of Nala’s power to not gasp in absolute frustration.
“The other school says I should reserve them for only the most pivotal moments. Orgasms have to be earned. The training is in the tease.”
“What school of thought do you belong to, Mistress?” Nala’s breath was leaving her. Soon she wouldn’t be able to speak at all unless Varen forced her to.
“I belong to whichever one I feel like indulging in.”
Her fingers drew a slow, languid line along her clit, turning Nala into a moaning, almost begging creature that subsisted solely off the pleasure a single woman could give her.
This coincided with a pinch to her nipple.
A very, very delectable pinch to her nipple.
I’m turning into a sex fiend because of this woman. What a life that would be!
Before she could enjoy the full gamut of climax, however, Varen pulled her fingers out and patted Nala’s stomach. So that’s how it’s going to be? Apparently, Varen believed in the second school of thought.
“You’re doing great, Nala. I couldn’t be happier with your behavior tonight.”
So, did that mean she got a treat? Is that what her reward was?
Some bones, some scraps thrown in this bitch’s direction?
She’s gonna make me homicidal at this rate.
Heat had swollen in Nala’s stomach, begging for release.
So much energy, so much tension… did Varen know what kind of fire she currently played with?
She really shouldn’t underestimate Nala Nazarov. She always got her way… eventually.
“Sit up.”
Nala obeyed with her help. Varen eased her off the couch and back onto the floor.
“Turn your back to me and put your hands behind you. Trust me.”
When she was in position, Varen pulled one last thing from her pocket. A single silk scarf. Nala shouldn’t have been surprised… yet she was.
“Don’t worry, darling, you haven’t misbehaved,” Varen said, as she secured Nala’s wrists behind her back. “I want to see how well you take to being, ah, hands-free.”
Nala had no idea what she meant by that. She was sure she would find out soon enough.
“There. Is it too tight?”
Nala barely noticed the scarf tied around her wrists. “No, ma’am.” Her fingers wiggled freely. It would take considerable effort to break free. Only if she really wanted to. And I don’t. Just don’t give me a reason to try.
“Good. Let me know if they’re too tight and you’re uncomfortable.”
“I will, ma’am.”
“Listen to you.” Varen pulled Nala’s hair, ensuring she had the best view of her Mistress’s body – and her face, of course. Let me guess where this is going. She wouldn’t complain. Yet. “I never thought you would be so compliant, let alone during a training phase. Do you enjoy submitting?”
Nala looked away, studying the creases in the couch as if they held some mystical answer for her to consult.
Do I? She was pretty sure she did, but she was still new to this world.
Yet it felt right. It was something worth exploring.
If I’m going to explore it with anyone, it better be someone like Varen.
The woman who could make her smile with one of her own. And, well, she wasn’t too bad in bed.
“I like what I’ve done so far.”
“You say you like it rough?”
“I like both rough and gentle.” Nala held back her grin, forcing her lips to curl inward and make her look even cheekier than usual. “With you, anyway. You do both very well.”
If Varen were the type of woman to blush, surely this would be her shining moment for it. “You flatter me, Nala. I know you can’t be an easy woman to please. Normally, I’d chastise a sub for trying to suck up to me, but I don’t think you are. I think you’re telling the truth.”
“I am. I like both rough and gentle with you. The only scary thing is how easily you tell which one I need at any moment.” Nala twisted her fingers in their binds. “Which one do you think I need right now, Mistress?”
She got the reaction she wanted – Varen pulling on her hair and bringing her face close to hers. “I think you need to be put in your place before you get out of hand.”
Varen kissed her, hard, tongue prying her mouth apart and diving deep. Both hands clasped her face, steadying her – a happy fact, since she didn’t have her arms to keep her balanced. I love the way she kisses. Varen never half-assed it. Every time they kissed, it was with true, unadulterated intent.
“You know how to rile me up, Nala,” Varen muttered on her darling’s lips before pushing back against the arm of the couch.
While Nala remained at the other end, Varen unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles.
Her simple underwear wasn’t far behind. The woman hadn’t even taken off her T-shirt, and here Nala was, knowing exactly what was expected of her.
She only hoped it would be in the manner she wanted most right now.
Not that she would tell Varen. Just as her Mistress trained her, she trained Varen to learn the movements of her body and what she wanted.
Nala practically trained her to read her mind.
Varen wanted to know what Nala was thinking, after all.
Even when she tied Nala up, gagged her, spanked her, whatever, she still wanted to know what thoughts ticked in her partner’s head.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Nala asked sweetly, knowing full well what was expected. She only had to glance ahead of her to get a glimpse of her imminent future.