Chapter 10 #3
A low, dark chuckle spilled from Isabel’s lips.
She leaned in close, her mouth brushing the shell of Victoria’s ear as she whispered, “You can touch me wherever you want, querida…” Her voice dropped, rough with promise.
“But don’t think for a second it changes who’s in charge here.
I’m going to have my way with you first.”
Isabel nipped Victoria’s earlobe between her teeth, eliciting another gasp that quickly turned into a groan as her hands began to knead Victoria’s breast, and she sucked and nipped her way down to replace her hand with a wicked tongue.
Isabel gently flicked Victoria’s pert pink nipple with her tongue before she began to suck and tease.
She listened to Victoria’s soft gasps and moans as she worked her into a squirming mess, kneading one breast as she tortured the other with her mouth.
Isabel’s teeth clamped down on Victoria’s nipple, pressing and biting, wanting to drag Victoria between the lines of pleasure and pain.
The nipple between her teeth hardened as Victoria screamed, a mixture of surprise, pain, and pleasure filling her voice.
Isabel relented and released the bruising nipple and gently lashed her tongue, soothing the pain and making Victoria’s eyes close as her head fell back.
She caressed down Victoria’s side as she praised her, “That’s right baby, relax. I’m taking care of you now.”
Isabel moved her mouth over to the other breast, starting the slow torture over.
She gently sucked and licked as she moved her hand down between Victoria’s legs, caressing her inner thighs until she opened up for Isabel.
Her finger dipped between Victoria’s folds and into her slick heat, pumping slowly.
Isabel timed the rhythm of her licking and sucking to the motion of her finger.
As she added one finger, and then another, Isabel picked up the pace of her ministrations.
Victoria whimpered as her body began to shake.
Isabel hooked her fingers and moved her thumb over the swollen clit.
Victoria’s sweet moans and shaky breath became frantic.
Just as Isabel could feel the walls of her vagina clamping her fingers, she quickly pulled Victoria’s nipple between her teeth and clamped down hard.
Victoria’s thighs shook violently as she screamed through her orgasm.
Isabel pumped her fingers, rubbed Victoria’s clit, and bit down until she felt the waves of pleasure and pain down into her own toes.
When Victoria slumped back, Isabel released her clamped teeth and gently licked and soothed the bruised nipple.
Isabel moved her head forward, and nuzzled Victoria’s neck as she praised her once more.
“You’re such a good girl. You scream so pretty for me.”
Isabel smiled as Victoria only twitched and stayed silent.
She gently kissed Victoria’s neck as her hands caressed up and down Victoria’s thighs.
Isabel could have stayed there forever, between Victoria’s beautifully toned and strong thighs, holding her close.
She moved her hands further up Victoria’s sides, soothing the goosebumps down with gentle motions.
When Victoria’s breath sounded more even, Isabel stepped back.
She immediately looked towards Victoria’s eyes, expecting to see her building her icy walls. Instead, she saw Victoria’s lips curl into a relaxed smile as she gazed into Isabel’s soul.
Isabel leaned forward, unable to resist the pull of that rare smile. She kissed Victoria softly, slowly, savoring the warmth of her lips after so much fire and fury between them. It wasn’t about taking or demanding now—it was about being close, feeling the impossible ease of the moment.
When she drew back, she smoothed a damp strand of hair from Victoria’s temple and murmured, “Can I get you anything?”
Victoria hesitated, then nodded once. “Water.”
Isabel gave her one last brush of her thumb along her cheek before stepping away.
She grabbed a bottle from the fridge, twisted the cap, and handed it over.
Victoria’s throat worked as she drank greedily, as if she’d been parched for hours.
Isabel stood there watching, her chest tight, memorizing the image—the mess of her hair, the softness in her eyes, the hunger still simmering underneath.
When she started to turn away, Victoria’s hand shot out and caught hers. Isabel froze, her pulse thudding as she looked back.
Victoria held her gaze, voice low but steady. “There’s a memory in that bedroom I’d rather not keep.” Her thumb brushed over Isabel’s knuckles, deliberate and sure. “Take me to bed, Isabel. Let’s replace it.”
For a moment Isabel could only stare, struck dumb by the raw honesty of it. Then she bent, sliding her arms beneath Victoria, lifting her easily. Victoria gasped softly, but her arms wound around Isabel’s shoulders, her smile brushing Isabel’s ear.
Isabel carried her toward the bedroom, every step charged with the promise of what was to come. The door shut behind them, the night stretching long and endless.