CHAPTER 3 #2
Chloe held her breath and fixed her eyes on the bathroom ceiling, acutely aware of how entirely exposed she was under Ana’s scrutiny. The marble beneath her palms was cold, and the contrast between the chilly stone and the fever burning between her thighs made her feel even more raw and exposed.
Ana leaned in and pressed the warm, damp cloth directly between Chloe’s swollen labia. Chloe quietly gritted her teeth as Ana dragged it up and down with deliberate slowness—not with roughness, but with the authoritative precision of someone performing a solemn ritual.
“This is just washing,” Ana whispered, her face only inches from Chloe’s stomach. “Tell me that. Say it out loud: ‘You are just washing me.’”
“You are... just washing me,” Chloe repeated in a trembling voice.
“It’s just a game.”
“It’s just a game,” Chloe repeated again.
“I am washing your indecent, needy pussy, Chloe. And you are enjoying it.”
“And... I am... enjoying it.”
Ana reached back toward the tray and picked up the silver spoon, dipping it into the jar of honey. When she lifted it, the golden, thick liquid stretched into a long, fragrant thread.
“A twenty-three-year-old law student shouldn't be fantasizing about her best friend’s mother,” Ana said in a tone that dripped with smooth, calculated judgment.
She held the spoon over a candle flame to warm the honey, making it even more viscous.
“Now we move to the harder part of the game,” Ana said as a drop of warm honey fell directly onto Chloe’s clitoris.
Chloe jerked instinctively, muffling a groan into her fist.
“I will spread it slowly with the pad of my finger, while you count down from ten to one without moving your hips or closing your thighs.”
“Ohh,” Chloe sighed as she felt the honey slowly trickle from her clit down her pussy.
“If you twist away or mess up the count, we start over from the beginning. Are you ready?”
Chloe merely gave a bewildered nod, no longer trusting her voice with words.
Ana pressed her finger down. The golden honey spread across Chloe’s clit, and then she continued in small, circular motions that were intentionally slow and devastatingly precise. The tension in Chloe’s body rose toward boiling point.
“Well?” Ana said, this time with obvious satisfaction in her eyes.
“Ten...” Chloe began, her voice raspy.
“Louder,” Ana reminded her, slightly increasing the pressure.
“Nine. Eight. Seven...” Chloe gripped the rim of the bathtub tightly as her lower body responded to every tiny movement. “Six... Oh... Five... Ana, please—”
Ana withdrew her finger in that exact instant. “Wrong. I warned you. No groaning. No begging. And no using my name without permission. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” Chloe said, her voice betraying her desperate craving for a renewed touch on her sensitive button.
“Start over,” Ana commanded.
“I can’t...” Chloe whimpered.
“You must,” Ana remained unyielding.
She took a clean cloth, gently wiped Chloe’s pussy, and then reheated the honey in the spoon once more.
“You begged me as if you wanted more than a game. But don’t forget, Chloe. We are only playing. I am still just teaching you how to control yourself when it matters most. Count.”
Hot honey dripped over Chloe’s swollen, throbbing pussy once again. Ana buried her thumb right against her clit, fully aware of how unbearable the pressure was becoming.
Chloe closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to hold back a scream. “One... two...”
“Chloe! Get it together. My patience is about to run out, and you’ll go to sleep without an answer.”
“What did I do wrong?” Chloe sobbed softly.
“I said count down from ten to one.”
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut again to gather every ounce of concentration she had left.
“Ten... nine... eight...” Her voice trembled beyond recognition. “Seven... six... five—”
At that precise moment, Ana deliberately dragged her finger right along the edge of the most sensitive spot. Chloe’s body shuddered, but with the last of her strength, she kept her knees held wide.
“Four... three... two, one!” she panted.
“Bravo,” Ana praised softly, resting a palm on Chloe’s knee for a second as a sign of approval. Then she knelt even closer, so her warm breath hit Chloe’s wet skin directly.
“Your reward for obedience: three licks. Only three. You count them yourself. And if you squeeze around my tongue, I pull back immediately.”
Chloe nearly fainted from arousal. Ana’s head was right there, so very, very close.
“I understand,” she replied quickly. “Please...”
Ana held Chloe’s thighs firmly with both hands and tilted her head. The first lick was broad, warm, and slow—tracing all the way from the bottom edge to the top.
Chloe held her breath, her fingers turning white from the pressure against the marble.
“One,” she managed to force out.
The second lick was sharp and intentionally centered on her clit, with a gentle circular pressure from the tip of her tongue. Chloe fought off the impulse to lift her hips, even as the wave of pleasure nearly drowned her.
“Two...”
The third lick was the deepest—Ana sucked up the sweet honey taste, held it for a long second, and then abruptly pulled her lips away. Chloe was left right on the absolute edge of climax, every nerve stretched to its limit, yet completely unfulfilled.
“Three. Game over for tonight,” Ana declared calmly, standing up.
“You can’t... you can’t leave me in this state!” Chloe blurted out, frantic and hungry for touch.
With a polite, almost maternal gesture, Ana wiped the inside of her thighs with a towel, as if finishing a completely mundane chore.
“I can. And that is exactly what I will do. Tonight, you go to sleep with this feeling. You learned what you want. What you need. That is far more valuable than an orgasm.”
Chloe kept her thighs spread in sheer confusion, burning with the desperate hope that Ana was only joking. Hoping she would take pity on her and submerge her tongue back into her.
“Tomorrow you will walk among the guests all day, stand beside Rachel, knowing you still have the taste of honey on your pussy—and that the bride’s mother didn’t take you all the way. She only cleaned you up and gave you a lesson on who you truly are.”
Ana looked down at Chloe from above, a tender yet relentless smile on her face. “Do you want a continuation tomorrow morning? Before the house wakes up? Come before breakfast, and maybe you’ll get a little more than you did tonight.”
Chloe, disheveled, legs wide open and completely submissive, nodded without a second thought. “I want to. But... only if you’re less cruel next time.”
Ana leaned down and pressed a short, almost tender kiss to the inside of her knee. “That will depend entirely on how well you can count without backtalk. Now, go to Room 14.”
With heavy legs, Chloe returned to her room. Through the thin wall, she listened to the sounds of Ana moving around for a long time—items being set down quietly, the rustle of water, and finally, complete silence.
This mysterious woman, who had stripped away all her composure, had clearly gone to sleep. Only then did Chloe dare to close her eyes as well.