Jamie groaned loudly. “Please, ma’am.”
The naked desire in those two words emboldened Lucy to reach back and spread both cheeks open, exposing herself to Jamie’s greedy eyes. “Is this what you want?” Swaying her hips, she dipped a fingertip into the juices that flowed from her pussy, then painted a wet trail up to her anus. “Such a dirty, nasty boi.”
Jamie flexed her hands at her sides. “Please may I lick it, ma’am?”
Lucy settled onto her stomach, getting comfortable. “Fetch the book of erotic stories from my nightstand first.” She watched Jamie pick up the paperback, then accepted it from her with a dismissive nod. “Now get on the bed behind me.” Lacking any real sense of urgency, Lucy flipped through the first couple dozen pages to find a selection she hadn’t yet read. The mattress shifted as Jamie sat near her feet and silently awaited her next directive. When she located a story by an author she loved, Lucy carelessly spread her legs apart, then, without looking over her shoulder, said, “I’ve been dying to catch up on my reading. Make yourself useful and bury that sexy face of yours in my ass while I do.”
“Right away, ma’am.” Mirroring Lucy’s position, Jamie crawled between her legs and stretched out on her belly. She used both hands to spread Lucy’s buttocks open and, as Lucy read the first line of the story aloud, carefully touched her tongue to the sensitive ring of muscle that lay in the valley between. Lucy managed not to react to that initial, tentative contact beyond a subtle intake of breath, which she hid by pausing at the end of her sentence. By the time she moved on to read the second line, her voice emerged strong and steady.
Impressed with her own self-control, Lucy continued to read what turned out to be a fantastically kinky story aloud. Not to excite Jamie, necessarily, but rather to enhance her own experience. She wanted Jamie to know precisely what imagery was turning her on, and why her pussy was so unbelievably wet. Granted, most of the credit for her hyper-aroused state belonged to Jamie alone. Arms hooked under Lucy’s thighs, a hand clamped on each of her buttocks, Jamie lapped at her with an enthusiasm she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt before—not quite like this, anyway. Holding the book open with one hand, still reading, Lucy reached back and ran tender fingers through Jamie’s hair. Then, casually, she grabbed the back of Jamie’s head, pulled her face deeper between her butt cheeks, and listened with delight to the wet noises and muffled moans elicited by the forceful move.
Lucy paused her reading. “You like my ass?” Still holding onto Jamie’s head, Lucy rolled her hips so that the searching tongue slid up the crevice of her buttocks nearly to her lower back, then down again, tantalizingly close to her pussy. Without allowing Jamie a chance to respond, she repeated the motion. “Put your tongue inside the hole, just a little bit.” Jamie did. Lucy bit her lip and savored the sensation for only an instant before forcibly wrenching Jamie’s head away. “Now go back to licking.”
She released Jamie to let her return to her task, eager to resume the story as it approached its literal climax. With Jamie’s tongue swirling around her anus, teasing but never pressing too deep inside, Lucy only managed to read a few sentences more before she lost the willpower to continue leaving her pussy unattended. She slipped her right hand beneath her belly, down between her legs, and curled her fingers upward to rub small circles around her impressively swollen clit. This time she didn’t hold back her heady moan, lifting her hips to press into Jamie’s face and force a firmer touch. Jamie’s breathing quickened, and the grip she had on Lucy’s thighs and ass grew even tighter. She writhed against the mattress with what Lucy imagined was frustrated arousal.
Remembering the leash in her hand, Lucy jerked the leather strap sharply. “Stop squirming.” Jamie groaned but obeyed, never faltering for even a second. Content to pause a while before finishing the story—and herself—Lucy toyed with her clit as she rode Jamie’s tongue. The positively obscene lapping and smacking sounds she could hear in the sudden quiet only made her wetter and more eager to come. She took a mental snapshot of the scene, knowing she would revisit the decadence of this moment later—no doubt repeatedly—before eventually forcing herself to refocus on the printed words in front of her face. Her voice had an audible quaver as she picked up the narrative again, and Jamie responded by pressing in ever so slightly deeper, nearly penetrating her. Lucy’s fingers hastened instinctively, working so hard against her clit that she broke off in the middle of her next sentence to release a loud moan. Jamie’s answering moan vibrated between her butt cheeks in a way that shot Lucy to the very edge. Gritting her teeth, she dropped the book and wound the leash around her free hand. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
Jamie was inside her immediately.
And it was perfect. Hot, passionate, insistent, yet somehow restrained—Jamie remained distinctly aware of her place, never attempting to wrest away control, all without losing any of the familiar intensity she brought to all their sexual encounters. When Lucy stroked her clit to orgasm less than a minute later, she swept her book aside and buried her face in the pillow to muffle her exultant cry. She rode the waves of rippling pleasure ever so briefly before forcing herself to stop, keenly aware that she could’ve kept going for a while. As incredible as it all felt, she needed to save her strength; she wasn’t even close to done with Jamie yet.
Tugging on the leash, Lucy commanded, “Stop.”
Jamie pulled away immediately. “Yes, ma’am.” She was panting, her voice gravelly.
Lucy rolled onto her side and reached for the unopened bottle of water on her nightstand. She twisted off the cap, took a drink, then offered the rest to Jamie. “Have some.”
With a grateful nod, Jamie accepted the bottle and took a few long pulls, practically emptying the entire contents. Then she stopped abruptly, as though a horrible thought had just occurred. Awkwardly, she offered Lucy the meager remains with an apologetic wince. “Did you want more?”
Lucy shook her head. “Finish it.” She rolled onto her back, letting her hand drift down her belly to settle between her thighs. “Though you’re forgetting your manners.”
Having just finished the last sip, Jamie quickly lowered the bottle, then her face. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“You should be.” Lucy spread her legs, acutely aware of just how slippery her pussy was. Absolutely covered in her own juices, messy in the extreme, she was slick and swollen, literally dripping with evidence of her enjoyment. Swirling a finger around her opening, Lucy watched Jamie follow with her eyes as she brought up her hand to taste her own juices. “Look what you did. Naughty boi.”
Jamie’s tongue poked out to wet her lips. “May I clean you up, ma’am?”
Lucy trailed her damp index finger down to her inner thigh, where the sensitive skin was thoroughly painted with come. “How will you do that?”
“With my tongue, ma’am.”
Lucy cocked her head. “You don’t think that’ll make things worse?”
Earnestly, Jamie said, “No, ma’am. I’ll be careful.”
“Show me.” Lucy propped her pillow against the headboard and sat up a bit, allowing Jamie to settle between her spread thighs in a way that afforded her a good view of the action. When Jamie dipped her head to touch her with her tongue, Lucy caught her chin in a rough grip. “But do be careful. Don’t make me come.”
Jamie’s rapid breaths came out in hot little puffs against her labia. “Yes, ma’am. I won’t, ma’am.”
When Lucy released her face, Jamie bent to very carefully lick her inner thigh. Lucy hummed serenely as Jamie’s tongue swirled through the accumulated juices, thoroughly cleaning every bit of skin she could find before moving to the other side. Satisfied—momentarily, at least—Lucy exhaled, content to luxuriate in the sensation of being attended to with such impeccable care. She ran her fingers through Jamie’s hair as the oral attention shifted from her thighs to her vulva, sucking in a quick breath when Jamie began to lap at the short, curly hairs currently coated with her juices. “That’s…acceptable,” Lucy
murmured.
Jamie lifted her face, but didn’t look directly into her eyes. “Thank you, ma’am.” She bent again, tracing her tongue around Lucy’s pubic mound, making her shiver. “Permission to continue?”
Lucy grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed and shoved it beneath her bottom, then spread her legs open as far as she comfortably could. “Start with my opening.” She stared down at her exposed pussy, turned on by the sight of her swollen clit so close to Jamie’s full lips. “If you do a very good job, maybe I’ll let you kiss me here.” She ran her fingers across her clit, inhaling. “After I’m nice and clean.”
Angling her face to take advantage of the new position, Jamie cautiously lapped at Lucy’s slick hole, doing her best to clear away her arousal without exciting her further. It was an impossible task, of course. The mere sight of Jamie concentrating so hard on her licking made Lucy’s inner muscles contract, soaking her diligent tongue with fresh wetness. Jamie whimpered, but never faltered in her attempt to deliver an honest tongue-bath. Having lost patience with the idea of the slow burn, Lucy pulled hard on Jamie’s hair. “Are you trying to make my cunt even wetter, boi?”
Jamie pulled away slightly. “No, ma’am.”
Fingers still locked in Jamie’s hair, Lucy lifted her hips to rub her pussy all over her face. “Well, you did.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She could sense Jamie’s struggle not to move, not to stick out her tongue, while Lucy rode her lips and nose and chin. “Sorry, ma’am.” The earnest words were muffled by Lucy’s labia. “Permission to try again.”
Lowering her bottom back onto the pillow, Lucy yanked Jamie’s head up with one hand, then slapped her across the face with the other. “You’re trying to disobey me, aren’t you? Trying to trick me into letting you make me come?”
Jamie shook her head, eyes going wide. She rasped, “No, ma’am. I swear.”
Swept away by a fiery surge of lust, Lucy released Jamie and used her fingers to hold open her labia. “If I permit you to make me come, then you have to let me make you come next.”
“That sounds very fair, ma’am.” Jamie bit her lip, apparently ready to go. “Ma’am, may I?”
“It only sounds fair because it hasn’t happened yet.” Tauntingly, Lucy lifted her hips and bumped Jamie’s chin with her pussy. “You want so badly to force me to come, then fine. I can play that game, too.”
Jamie’s face registered a sudden flash of understanding. She swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Go on, then.” Lucy grabbed the leash just inches from the ring attaching it to Jamie’s collar and pulled her down abruptly. “Better make this worth the punishment you’ve just earned.” Whimpering, Jamie licked her labia, no longer attempting not to arouse. Lucy continued to hold herself open, pleased by the way the position allowed her to watch Jamie’s tongue move over her swollen flesh. “That feels so nice,” she complimented. “Someone taught you well.”
Jamie grinned against her. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Show me how you make a woman come.”
Jamie’s easy grin faded, replaced by a look of fierce concentration. Sliding her tongue up, Jamie latched onto her fat clit and sucked, slowly, in a rhythm that immediately caused Lucy’s thighs to quiver. Cursing, Lucy dug her nails into Jamie’s scalp and hung on tight. “Fuck.”
Jamie grinned again. Wanting to remind her of who was in control, Lucy yanked her away and said, “Beg me to let you finish me off.”
“Baby—ma’am—please let me finish this.” When Lucy lifted a hand to deliver a light slap for the minor transgression, Jamie’s nostrils flared in frustration. “Please, please let me suck your clit until you come in my mouth. I beg you, ma’am. I really do.”
Satisfied by Jamie’s very detailed request, Lucy granted her a curt nod. “All right.” She pushed Jamie’s face back between her legs and held her in place. “Let me feel what a good boi you are.”
Jamie was a good boi—the best, in fact. In no time at all, she’d coaxed Lucy into a very loud, borderline explosive orgasm that left her temporarily boneless, then continued to lick and suck every inch of her pussy until Lucy ordered her to stop. After, she rested her face on Lucy’s inner thigh, breathing heavily while engaged in an overt struggle to calm herself down.
Taking pity—and, if she were being honest, excited for her planned payback—Lucy rolled out from beneath Jamie and gestured for her to lie in the center of the bed. Once she did, Lucy said, “Now raise your arms so I can secure your wrists.”
Chest heaving, Jamie obeyed despite the ripple of fear Lucy saw pass over her face. To offer some non-verbal reassurance, Lucy leaned over Jamie’s body to grab the harness, dildo, and their favorite vibrating bullet from her nightstand, then set them beside Jamie’s hip with a sultry wink. Silently, she fitted the dildo into the boyshort-style harness, then pulled the shorts up over Jamie’s legs and thighs to hide her arousal from view. Hopeful that she’d once again eased Jamie’s anxieties, Lucy grabbed one of the leather restraints they left permanently attached to the bed—which she’d never used on Jamie before—and fitted it around her solid wrist. She tightened the first cuff, then the next, leaving Jamie not only helpless, but wholly at her mercy. And, judging by the state of her, very excited.
Lucy picked up the vibrating bullet and pushed her hand down the front of Jamie’s shorts, brushing across her trembling abdomen to position the small metal object directly over her prominent clit. She kept the remote for herself, but not without showing it to Jamie while sporting a mischievous grin. “My turn.”
Jamie swallowed, watching intently as Lucy gave the dildo one final adjustment. “Yes, ma’am.”
Once her wife had been properly outfitted, Lucy sat back and admired her handiwork. The cock jutted up from between Jamie’s legs, ready for Lucy to stroke or ride or otherwise use for her satisfaction. Jamie’s nipples were gorgeously pebbled, dark pink and raised into painful-looking points. She’d never looked more breathtaking. Eagerly, Lucy thumbed the switch on the remote in her hand, smirking when Jamie’s body jumped in surprise. A loud buzzing sound filled the air, immediately followed by Jamie’s labored breathing. Lucy placed the remote on the mattress and climbed on top of Jamie to straddle her hips. She grabbed the dildo with her hand and stroked firmly, then rubbed the bulbous head up and down her labia. “Don’t you dare come.”
Already Jamie seemed to be struggling to obey. She answered through clenched teeth. “No, ma’am.”
“I mean it.” Seizing the dildo near its base, Lucy ground the flared end against the bullet in Jamie’s shorts, pushing hard against her clit. “Come and I’ll be very, very disappointed in you.” She punctuated each very by lightly slapping her own clit with the head of Jamie’s cock, and moaned her delight on each stroke. “I’ll have no choice but to punish you. Maybe leave you restrained in here for a couple hours, give you time to think about obedience.”
Writhing against her bonds, Jamie shook her head frantically as her cheeks reddened. “No, ma’am, please.”
Sensing that Jamie was already painfully close, Lucy lifted herself up, positioned the dildo at her entrance, and slowly sank down onto the thick shaft. She released a loud groan as she took the entire length, staring directly into Jamie’s eyes while her mouth fell open in pleasure. “Ooh,” she cooed. “That feels so good.”
Jamie groaned and turned her head so she wouldn’t see. “Oh, fuck.”
Lucy smacked Jamie’s face, hard, and began to ride the cock. “Watch that filthy mouth.”
“Sorry, ma’am.” Jamie bit her lip with so much force that Lucy expected to see her draw blood. “I just…” She gasped and quaked beneath Lucy’s undulating body. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
Lucy rose up onto her knees, allowing the cock to slip out of her, then lowered herself back down slowly. The bullet’s vibration, though muted, traveled through the firm dildo and sent ripples of pleasure straight to her clit. “You’ll hold back exactly as long as I tell you to.”
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“Yes, ma’am.” The hands that were secured to the bed frame balled into white-knuckled fists. “I’ll try.”
Without ceasing the purposeful motion of her hips, Lucy arched an eyebrow. “You’ll do better than try.”
Tears leaked from the corners of Jamie’s eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
With an exaggerated moan of satisfaction, Lucy ground her clit against Jamie’s solid abdomen before lifting up to impale herself again. “Not so nice when someone forces you to orgasm, is it?”
Jamie shook her head, then shrugged, then keened loudly as a violent shudder ran through her tense frame. She offered no response to the question, so Lucy gripped her throat—ever so lightly—and asked again. Jamie didn’t appear able to answer until Lucy gave her a light squeeze. “No, ma’am. I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to force you, ma’am.”
Lucy grabbed a handful of Jamie’s hair and increased the speed of her hips, fucking harder. “Are you calling me a liar?” She pulled Jamie’s hair until she cried out. “Is that what you’re saying?”
Jamie’s entire body began to shudder. “No, ma’am! Ma’am, please, may I come, please?”
Another hard slap across the face. “Not yet.”
“Fuck…ma’am…oh, no, ma’am, please please please!”
Jamie’s abject despair finally fractured her self-control. “Fine,” Lucy snarled, gripping her broad shoulders so she could ride the dildo in earnest. “You want to come?”
“I…please…” Jamie’s whole body jerked, her limbs flailed. “Yes, ma’am.”
Lucy bent to whisper in her ear. “Empty your cock inside me. Now.”
Sobbing in relief, Jamie arched her back and climaxed with a roar. Lucy captured her mouth in a hard kiss as she did, crushing their lips together as yet another orgasm rolled through her, her third of the night. Exhausted, she climbed off Jamie as soon as the pleasure ebbed, collapsing on the mattress at her side. She took a moment to catch her breath, then propped herself on her elbow so she could study Jamie’s face while her wife fought to contend with a seemingly unending series of orgasms. Lucy picked up the remote for the bullet and regarded it thoughtfully, but made no move to cease the vibration against Jamie’s clit.
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