CHAPTER 6 #2
Chloe’s mouth watered with the intense desire to taste Ana’s femininity.
“Do you see how it glistens?” Ana said.
For the first time, her voice quivered slightly. Chloe’s proximity was clearly unsettling her composure.
“Do you see?” she repeated, snapping Chloe out of her hypnotic stare at her hot center.
“Yeah... Your whole pussy is glistening,” Chloe replied softly.
“This is for you, Chloe. You created this. Would I be this ready for you if I didn’t want you?”
Chloe couldn’t answer. She leaned forward and took in the scent. Ana was freshly bathed, smelling of sweet soap, with the deep, primal aroma of her desire underneath—a scent Chloe could easily call intoxicating.
Chloe extended her tongue, delivering a gentle, broad, and lingering stroke across Ana’s center. Her pressure was minimal, remembering how much she had enjoyed that exact touch from Ana.
“Mmm,” Ana groaned. “Right there.”
Chloe stroked her again, soft and full-length, using the entire width of her tongue.
“Yes,” Ana shuddered. “I like that. Tell me how wet I am for you.”
Instead of answering, Chloe licked again, dipping deeper between the folds where Ana’s fluid desire had gathered.
Ana let out a heavy moan. For the first time, Chloe felt she was seeing Ana without her mask—vulnerable and completely consumed by pleasure.
“You’re wet, Ana,” she murmured.
“I am wet, Chloe,” Ana gasped as the tongue swept over her again. “Are you still worried I don’t want you?”
Chloe began licking faster, harder, more passionately.
“Chloe, answer me—” Ana gasped, but the rapid strokes stole the words straight out of her mouth.
Chloe gently drew Ana’s clitoris between her lips, teasing it with slow, deliberate circles of her tongue.
Ana nearly cried out in ecstasy before thrusting her hips back, pulling her body out of Chloe’s mouth.
“Enough,” she said sharply, standing up. “You’re acting as if you own the place again. Don’t forget who runs this show,” she said with a serious expression, though her eyes were still heavy with residual pleasure.
Chloe was bewildered. “It looked like... you enjoyed it,” she whispered.
“You need a little more experience before you start guessing how I feel,” Ana said sweetly, her tone attempting to mask the coldness of the message. “Stand up.”
Chloe had no choice but to obey. She rose and met Ana’s eyes. Butterflies raged in her stomach—half disappointment, half intense anticipation of what Ana would do next.
“Lie on the bed and ask nicely for the reward you’re owed.”
Chloe laid back on the mattress, watching Ana attentively. Was it all just a game, or wasn’t it? It was a question she couldn’t resolve.
Feeling the firm mattress beneath her, she relaxed slightly and breathed out, “Please, Ana. Can I have my reward now?”
Ana offered a condescending smile. “That’s better. You’re cute when you ask.”
“Please, Ana.”
“What exactly are you asking for? What was your reward again? I forgot.”
Ana chuckled, parting her legs slightly as she hovered over Chloe. The outline of her body was visible beneath the silk robe.
“This?” Ana teased, her finger brushing Chloe’s heated mound.
“Please,” Chloe said softly.
Ana settled between her legs, bringing her face down close. She positioned her nose just above Chloe’s clit, hovering without making contact.
“Tell me, Chloe. Do you ask the bride’s mother to lick your needy slit at every wedding?”
Chloe gasped. “Never. Ana, never.”
“Is all of this a first for you?”
“My very first.”
“Are you saying you’re completely mine? That despite all your teasing, you’ve never let anyone taste your sweet honey?”
“No one, Ana,” Chloe whimpered, desperate for Ana’s touch.
“So you really are... my sweet, compliant slut,” Ana said, pressing a broad, warm stroke of her tongue straight against Chloe’s center.
Chloe shivered violently, her back arching, her hips thrusting up instinctively into the contact.
Compliant slut.
The label hit her like a thorn. It stung, but there was an undeniable beauty to it. This commanding woman between her legs was Rachel’s mother. She could have chosen anyone in the world, yet she chose her—Chloe.
“Count,” Ana instructed, dragging her tongue between Chloe’s lips once more.
“One,” Chloe rasped out, her thighs quivering from the sheer intensity.
“Don’t cheat,” Ana said, pausing briefly to look up. “That was two.”
“Two,” Chloe corrected herself, her mouth breaking into an unprovoked giggle once again.
“Good girl,” Ana praised, taking another stroke. Deep and lingering.
Chloe let out a shaky sigh. “Three.”
“Look at that,” Ana said. “You’ve soaked my tongue so delightfully.”
Chloe was floating in a trance. Ana took one side of her mound into her mouth, drawing it deep inside and gently working her lips and tongue against Chloe’s sensitive skin.
Chloe nearly wept from the intense pleasure. Then Ana’s tongue parted her slick folds, sweeping upward along her entire length. Releasing her hold, Ana rewarded her with another full stroke, finishing with a slow, deliberate circle around her swollen clit.
“Ahhh,” Chloe groaned, losing all count in pure bliss.
“Four,” Ana interjected. “That’s your final correction. Miscount again, and I stop.”
“Four,” Chloe whispered with her eyes shut tight as Ana delivered another long, agonizingly deliberate stroke over her wet center. “Five, oh!”
Ana placed her tongue directly onto Chloe’s throbbing peak, applying steady pressure. First gently, then leaning in harder. She waited as Chloe’s breathing quickened to a ragged pant, then began circling her head, coaxing out the exact reaction she wanted.
“Ahhh!”
Chloe trembled, clearly teetering on the edge of the drop.
“Six, damn it,” she gasped out, jerking her hips back to stave off the impending climax.
Ana knew Chloe was losing control. Gripping her thighs firmly, she pulled Chloe back against her mouth. Chloe’s pussy pressed completely against her face as Ana extended her tongue, thrusting it straight inside her entrance.
She licked the sensitive opening thoroughly, then glided upward, drawing Chloe’s clit into her mouth with a deep, consuming suction.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Chloe cried out, her fingers twisting desperately into the bedsheets.
Ana felt the sudden spasm—Chloe had crossed the line. This was an unapproved climax. Thrusting her tongue against the swollen peak one last time, Ana abruptly pulled her mouth away, breaking all contact.
Realizing her mistake, Chloe tried to cover it by calling out the count frantically.
“S—seven! Sevennn!”
Ana sat up, dabbing her lips with the back of her hand. “Too late, darling. That wasn’t our deal.”
With a look of smug satisfaction, she watched Chloe shivering in the wake of an interrupted, lingering release.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” Chloe whimpered, her hand drifting toward her core, though she didn’t dare touch herself.
“Are you coming?” Ana asked tauntingly.
“No... I think so! I don’t know—” Chloe sobbed, confused, pressing her thighs tightly together to quench the fire burning between them.
The shivering subsided, leaving behind a deep, unpleasant ache from the abruptly cut-off peak. Yet far more unnerving was the thought of what consequences awaited her for breaking the rule.
She glanced cautiously at Ana, who was already pulling her robe together.
“Ana?”
“It’s fine, darling,” Ana said coldly. “You’re simply not made of the right stuff, that’s all. We still had a nice time, didn’t we?”
Not made of the right stuff…
Chloe had known pain before, but no words had ever stung quite like that offhand remark.
“Not made of the right stuff?” she repeated under her breath, squeezing her legs shut.
Suddenly, she felt utterly exposed kneeling on the bed before Ana. Like a showpiece exposed to a total stranger.
“Go to sleep,” Ana said, her voice carrying a forced distance.
Chloe stood up and straightened her dress. She walked slowly toward the door without looking back at Ana. The silence in the room felt absolute, like a final door slamming shut.
Ana watched her without a word, expecting an outburst. She expected Chloe to snap, to hurl an insult, to stamp her foot or demand an explanation.
Instead, she saw complete submission, heartbreak, and helplessness. Chloe—usually so lively and radiant—looked completely crushed, stripped of all will to fight for Ana’s affection.
Something cracked in Ana’s chest. The icy mask of the untouchable matriarch shattered in an instant.
“Chloe... wait,” she breathed.
Her tone was no longer severe; it was surprisingly soft, almost panicked. Human.
Chloe paused, her hand hovering an inch from the brass doorknob. She didn’t turn around.
“You told me to go to sleep,” she whispered, her voice tight and trembling.
She heard the soft rustle of silk followed by quick, silent footsteps across the rug. Before she could pull away, warm, strong arms wrapped around her waist. Ana pulled her back tight against her body, burying her face into Chloe’s hair and taking a deep breath.
“Please, Chloe,” Ana whispered right against her ear. “Don’t walk away like this.”
“You’re asking me?” Chloe said with a bitter edge, her body still shaking from disappointment.
Chloe stood rooted to the spot, completely disoriented by the abrupt shift. The feeling of Ana’s warm body pressed tight against hers felt fundamentally different from everything that had transpired over the past few hours.
Is the game over? She thought.
Ana gently turned her around. The eyes that had radiated cold authority moments ago were now soft, filled with genuine regret and a raw vulnerability.
“Look at me,” Ana murmured, framing Chloe’s face with both hands. “I’m sorry. Sometimes... sometimes I push things too far. It’s the only way I know how to find where to stop, Chloe.”
Chloe remained silent, breathing heavily as she fought back tears.
“I know I’m demanding. It’s just how I am; I don’t know any other way. But I would never actually want to hurt my girl.”