Chapter 31 #4
Varen hooked her finger in Nala’s direction.
“Put that busy mouth of yours on my pussy.”
Her gaze was inscrutable as she undid her ponytail before twisting her hair on top of her head into a messy bun.
All Nala could think about was untying her hands and grabbing it.
“You talk too much for a sub, even one I’m patient with. Perhaps I should punish your mouth.”
She could have easily done that with her unforgiving kisses, but of course, that would be too easy – and not get her any sexual relief.
When Nala shoved herself forward, coming oh-so-closer to Varen’s treasure, she inhaled deeply, taking in that otherworldly scent and everything that entailed.
Nothing else could have excited her like this.
Let alone excited her to dart out her tongue and lick Varen’s tender flesh as soon as possible.
The first swear word of relief to fall from Varen’s lips nearly tickled Nala to death.
“That’s it. Good. Good.” Now Varen was the one controlling her breaths, gently guiding Nala’s head up and down her slit.
Salt and sweat touched her tongue, delightful, delicious.
Nala wrapped her tongue around it as soon as possible, showing Varen how eager she truly was to please her – and be pleased in return.
I definitely am pleased by doing this. She couldn’t explain it.
Maybe it was because it was for her Mistress.
Was it possible to enjoy serving someone so much?
Nala barely had her balance together before Varen pulled her hair again, sending a thousand thrills through her scalp and forcing her eyes up.
Until then, they had been closed, savoring the moments as they went blissfully by.
Now she was forced to look Varen in the soul, wondering how much of this came from Varen the woman or Varen the Domme.
Does it matter?
“Keep it up,” she growled, one hand holding tight to the back of Nala’s head while the other continued to pull at her hair. “Inhale my pussy, darling.”
Used to be Nala could take or leave that name she called her.
Now she came to love it, knowing that it wasn’t a term of endearment Varen pulled out of her ass at The Aviary.
She had probably thought about it. What do I want to call her?
What name fits this woman the best? She had settled on darling, for one reason or another, and now she used that word whenever she wanted to make sure Nala felt special. That isn’t hard to do anymore.
Varen gave Nala enough reprieve to reorient herself, steadying her breaths through her nose as she worked her tongue up and down her Mistress’s sweet, wet slit.
Is she going to come soon? Nala was sure that was part of the plan, although now that Varen had time to enjoy the moment, she would probably hold off until she absolutely could not anymore.
Nala realized that this was a service to her Domme.
Even so, there was no denying the pleasure it brought her.
She enjoyed the challenge of pleasuring her like this without the use of her hands – although she longed to wrap one fist around Varen’s thigh, feeling the devilish power residing within.
Yet without her hands to rely on, Nala had to be more patient, more resourceful.
She used her tongue to draw out Varen’s pleasure, reveling in those soft yet meaningful gasps and watching Varen’s legs spread wider, toes curling above the couch.
Don’t you dare fucking blow it, idiot. Not only would Nala be embarrassed, but it would ruin the mood.
She’s expecting me to do this. So do it!
Nala rarely backed down from a challenge.
A woman asking her to practically – no, actually – suffocate on her pussy?
Yeah, sure, no problem. Or so she told herself.
In reality, it was not an easy feat to do, let alone without the ability to use her hands to steady herself.
Varen encouraged her, giving her the occasional tip when she had the mind to.
Nala was sure that was becoming more difficult as time went on.
After all, it could not have been easy for Varen to stop her fantasies to tell her what she needed to do.
While Nala appreciated it, she was also sure she could have figured it out on her own. Eventually.
When they fell into a rhythm that suited them, Nala let herself go and rode the wave of power coursing through her.
She had given up all control, but she was still a major part of this moment.
It could not have existed without her, as it could not have existed without Varen.
We’re both equal in this. Just because she’s calling all the shots…
doesn’t mean she doesn’t need me here. Could Varen have achieved this pleasure on her own? Surely not!
Perhaps she couldn’t even achieve it with anyone else. Such a thought took Nala by surprise, but she let it go, choosing to instead focus on the moment before her.
Not that Varen could let things go on course.
She always had to up the ante, which she did the moment Nala let her guard down.
Soon enough, her hair pulled at her scalp, her breath pounding through her nostrils, and her fingers fighting for freedom as Varen lifted her hips off the couch and fucked her damned face.
She cried out, muffled by Varen’s body, by the sheer amount of need coursing through them both.
Nala had to concentrate more than ever, but her heart thumped wildly, accepting what had happened with grace and as much dignity as she could muster.
If anyone saw them in this moment, she would not be upset about it.
In fact, she would be proud, because not only could she take this, but Varen had chosen her. That in itself brought her pleasure.
The sounds coming from Varen’s throat increased, more intense, threatening to burst from her before the rest of her was lost to pleasure. In the last moment of her sanity, she warned Nala. She knew what was coming.
Her.
She could not suppress the alarm going off in her head as Varen came, one wave after another surging against Nala’s face and soaking her tongue in the very essence that made Varen who she was.
Nala did not falter. She was busy keeping herself in check, keeping Varen riding through her back-arching orgasm that raised her off the couch.
There was no time to savor her taste. No time to feel the ripples of her body as Nala shared this moment with her.
There was only Varen, Nala… and the heat they shared.
“Fucking shit, Nala.” Varen sank back into the couch, her thighs pulling away from Nala’s face. “That was the best.”
The best what? The best oral? The best sex? The best she ever gave? Nala knew Varen wouldn’t divulge that detail. Not yet, anyway. So Nala leaned her head against the couch, panting, her face wet and not a drop of it shame. She was too tired to do something about it.
Varen’s hand came for her, stroking the top of her head until she looked up with the softest expression she ever felt on her own face.
“You’re adventurous,” Varen said. “I knew that already but… you surprise even me.”
Nala braved a few words. “What do you mean? Didn’t expect me to like that?”
“You’re not the type anyone would take as submissive.”
“Yeah, I give off that vibe.” Nala grinned. “Does that make it more fun for you? Knowing that I will do these things and like it?”
“Maybe. Like I told you before, I’m a lot more into the feisty type than the demure. I like a girl who makes me feel like I’m accomplishing something as opposed to being serviced.”
“Accomplishing? You mean like breaking a poor girl in?”
“Over and over.”
“Mm, Ms. Lake, you like a girl with some resistance.”
“Playful resistance.”
“Of course.”
Varen pushed forward, tilting Nala’s head back. “I like you, Nala. I haven’t said that to someone in a very, very long time.”
Not since Desirée, I’m sure. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mistress.”
“You’re a mess already.” Varen lightly kissed Nala’s lips. “Something tells me you enjoy being messy.”
“I was quite the tomboy growing up. Always climbing trees and getting muddy.”
“I like it.”
Varen kissed her harder, delving deep to taste herself on Nala’s tongue.
That is so hot. There was no shame between them.
No thoughts of disgust or ambivalence. If it weren’t for her wrists becoming sore in their binds, Nala could have easily spent half her lifetime kneeling there in front of Varen, feeling her kisses, exploring her,
and indulging in some of life’s simple pleasures that they so rarely allowed themselves.
“I think it’s time I took you upstairs.”