Chapter 38
Aria
After tears have been shed and the crew has dispersed, Lucy and I make our way back up to our apartment.
“Let’s go home,” she’d said in a soft voice with eyes full of tender affection.
I step forward to unlock the door and I feel Lucy’s hands trace up and down my back. I still for a moment, then tell my stupid heartbeat to slow the fuck down because she’s not trying to start anything.
I walk forward into the kitchen and turn on the light.
“Want anything to drink, Princess?” I call out behind me.
“Yes,” she purrs. No. Says.
I swear, I must be horny because it feels like she’s trying to initiate something. However, not five minutes ago I was holding her as she sobbed over her recently deceased mother. I am reading into things.
“Water? Soda?” I ask, bending over as I rifle through the fridge. I feel a finger run down the seam of my cotton pants over the swell of my ass and down to the heat of my pussy.
“Lucy…?” I start questioningly as I begin to turn my head back to meet her gaze. Before my eyes make it up that far, I both hear and feel a resounding smack against my right ass cheek.
I inhale sharply, my grip on the refrigerator door tightening as a wave of stinging pain and warm pleasure rushes through me. I pointedly turn my head to meet her eyes.
The warm, honey brown gaze that has been dull for the past few weeks is now alight with lust and mischief.
“Well,” she begins in a casual tone, as if she had let me finish my unspoken question, “I realized that we didn’t ever to get to fulfill your fantasy this past month.”
I try to argue. “But everything with—” A smack to my left cheek silences me.
“I know. Everything has been very busy. I haven’t felt up to doing anything.
” She rubs small circles around the worst part of the sting, transforming it into pure pleasure.
“You, however, have been perfect. You have taken such good care of me, Cherry. It’s time to let me take care of you.
Are you going to let me?” I nod, helpless to resist her.
“Good girl. Now, stand up for me, nice and slow.”
I obey, standing slowly so I don’t get dizzy on the way up.
Once I am steady, she pulls me down to meet her in a fierce, bruising kiss.
When she pulls back, we are both out of breath, but the mischievous glint is still present in her gaze, though it has shifted into something darker and more predatory. I feel my clit throb at the sight.
“Follow me,” she murmurs before leading the way into the living room. She stops me first, positioning me so I am standing in front of the couch. Once I am in place, she sits on the couch, letting her gaze wander over me. I feel myself redden at her scrutiny.
“Such a pretty girl,” she coos, her eyes darkening along with my blush.
“Here is how this evening is going to go. I am going to tell you the rules for tonight. While I do that, you are going to strip for me. Give me a pretty little show. After I’m done, you will have the chance to ask your questions. Do you understand, Cherry?”
“Yes, Princess,” I answer automatically, feeling heat pool in my core at her dominant display.
“Good girl,” she says. “Now, strip for me.”
I begin unbuttoning the white blouse I have on as she starts talking, taking my time to reveal every inch of skin piece by piece.
“You said that you wanted to lean more into what you called your ‘submissive tendencies’ and also wanted to see if you enjoyed spanking. Nod if that’s right.”
I nod, untucking my shirt and continuing.
“I think this is a great time to go over safewords. This is a good way to quickly convey information in an intense moment. The most used safewords follow a traffic light pattern: Green would mean ‘I’m good to continue, no complaints.’ Yellow might mean either ‘I’m approaching my limits’ or ‘I’m not done, but I need a check-in.
’ I use the latter. Red, however, means ‘Something is wrong, I am done, I do not want to continue.’ Nod if you understand, Cherry. ”
I pause for a moment, taking in the information. Seems simple enough, I think to myself before nodding at her and tossing my shirt to the side, moving my hands down to the waistband of my pants.
“Good. Once you’re done stripping, you will bend over the arm of the couch and then I will spank your ass until it matches your hair, Cherry.
You will count every stroke, out loud, and say ‘Thank you, Princess.’ You will only come when I give you permission to do so.
” Every word is crisp, clear, and distinct. “Do you have any questions for me?”
I shake my head, my breathing speeding up as I kick my pants away from me. I now stand before her in a mismatched lavender bra and pair of black panties. She studies me with open appreciation, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Take off the bra, but leave the panties for now,” she orders. I reach behind me to unclasp the bra, letting it slide down slowly before dropping it completely. At her nod, I walk to the arm of the couch and settle myself over it. A shiver runs through me at the vulnerability of the position.
Lucy leans over and kisses me briefly before standing and disappearing from my view. A nervous thrill shoots its way through my veins and I fight the urge to turn my head to look for her.
I feel her trail her fingers down my spine before they disappear.
Smack.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“One. Thank you, Princess.”
I am rewarded with a gentle hand soothing the sting on my right side. Her fingers dance up and down my spine again, before—
Smack.
“Two. Thank you, Princess.” My voice comes out breathier this time, heavier with lust. I hear her chuckle softly before soothing the sting once more, this time on the left.
Smack.
I let out a hiss as she catches the spot right where my ass meets my thigh on the right. “Three. Thank you, Princess.”
Smack.
I cry out as she hits the same spot on the left. “Four! Thank you, Princess.”
This time, as her hand soothes the sting, she dips lower between my thighs as my legs part of their own accord.
“Oh, you are dripping for me, pretty girl,” she says delightedly, “I am going to go a bit faster now, so just count.”
Smack. “Five!” Smack. “Six!” Smack. “Seven!” Smack. “Eight!”
She lands the next four in the same pattern as before and the last count comes out as a half-broken cry. She pauses again, rubbing circles in my tender flesh.
“Give me a color, Cherry,” she says softly. My brain blanks for a moment before remembering. I pause, taking stock of my body.
“Green, Princess.”
“Good girl,” she says, and I feel my body relax with the praise. “Let’s try a few more, a bit harder this time.”
The cycle continues. The next four are harder in a way that walks the line of too much. I feel myself clench and unclench with every stroke, driving my arousal higher and higher as I cry out in both pain and pleasure.
The four after that are even harder. The pain is outweighing the pleasure now and I bite my lip briefly before speaking up.
“Yellow.”
Immediately, I feel her hands running up and down my back.
“Good girl. What’s going on, Cherry?”
“The last four…were just a bit much,” I confess, then bite my lip hoping that I haven’t disappointed her.
“That’s okay.” Her hand rubs the sting out of my flesh and I sigh in relief. “We are both learning what you like and don’t like. I want you to enjoy yourself. And I am so proud of you for using your safeword.”
I feel tears prick in the corners of my eyes and my body relaxes further. Her massaging of my ass and thighs continues, steadily rebuilding the arousal that had dipped briefly.
I moan softly as her thumbs press into the soft skin of my thighs so close to where I need them.
“I think a good girl like you deserves a reward. Turn over, Cherry, and keep your hips up here.”
I turn over and see that her pupils are dilated with her own pleasure. I feel my face warm again and my breath hitches on a whimper.
Without a word, she slowly drags my panties down and tosses them…
somewhere. I am too focused on her face to watch where they land.
She gently parts my thighs and lifts my legs so they are resting over her shoulders and she kneels so her face is level with my pussy.
I hear her groan in appreciation before she leans forward, close enough that I can feel her hot breath on my core. I whimper again with need.
“Please, Princess,” I beg, shamelessly.
She presses a kiss to my inner thigh and I can feel her lips curve into a smile. Before I can beg again, she licks slowly from my opening up to my clit and my back arches off the couch in pleasure.
After that she starts feasting in earnest, although she never stays in one spot long enough for me to come. She fucks me with her tongue, making my hips buck against her, before moving up to trace circles around my clit.
She teases me like this for what feels like hours. I cry and whimper and moan, clutching the edges of the couch and grinding against her tongue. Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
“Please!” I groan. She pulls back slightly.
“Please what, Cherry?” she asks, a dark satisfaction coloring her tone.
“Please may I come, Princess? Please will you make me come? I need it, please…” The pleas tumble from my lips without conscious thought as I shamelessly beg for my pleasure.
“Yes. Come for me, Cherry.” At these words, she firmly strokes my clit with her tongue while two fingers fill me suddenly.
The wave of pleasure crashes over me and I let out a half-scream half-moan as my back arches and my hips grind and buck of their own accord, chasing every last bit of pleasure she wrings out of me.
When I am spent, she pulls back again pressing a kiss to my inner thigh once more. I can feel how wet her face is and a small thread of embarrassment runs through me until I see the deeply satisfied look on her face.
“Feeling okay, Cherry?” she checks in, helping me move my legs back into a comfortable position. I nod and throw her a thumbs up, at which she chuckles. She snuggles against me and opens her mouth to speak before a loud buzzing starts emanating from the direction of my pants.
“Just let it go to voicemail,” I murmur, pulling her closer against me.
Just as the buzzing stops, it starts up again. She sighs and gets up, ignoring my sounds of discontent, and grabs my phone. After looking at it, she tilts her head at me with a little smile and raises the phone to her ear.
“Hello, Lila.”