by L E Royal
When was the last time someone fucked her, wanted her, made her feel good like this?
“So hot…” Kristina was looking down at her with such reverence, such hunger, that it was impossible not to believe her. Parker’s hips jumped without her permission, pushing the finger deeper inside. She gasped at the feeling.
Kristina laughed, leaning down to kiss her.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers…”
She was so…explicit, and somehow the words only made Parker hotter. She ran her hands down Kristina’s back, all soft skin and smooth muscle, following the curve of her spine, feeling the shape of her ass, squeezing hard when the finger inside her began to move.
“Hands up. You feel so good, Parker…”
She moaned at the words, her body already winding hot, tight.
When the finger that was pushing her closer slipped out of her, she couldn’t help but whine. A hand tugged her hair, rough.
“So impatient, baby…”
Kristina was looking down at her again, eyes wild, hair mussed, and it was so obvious from her face that she loved this.
The width of two fingers pressed at Parker’s entrance, and she licked her lips, nervous.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded, and Kristina eased into her, and yes, she felt so full, so fucked. She couldn’t help her hissed approval.
The heel of Kristina’s hand grinding against her, the curl of her fingers inside her, they were pushing her closer to the edge. She tightened on them.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
She nodded, panting out the words. “Yes, Mistress…”
She was so close.
“You don’t come without permission. Do you understand?”
Fingers thrust rough into her with the question, and her walls fluttered. She tensed her thighs quickly to try to stave off her impending orgasm.
“Yes… Mistress…”
Crap, I’m so close.
“I’m… Can I come, please?”
Those fingers were fucking her, urgent now, deep and unforgiving, and she was clenched so painfully tight on them, leaving them rubbing against the most sensitive parts of her. Sweat ran down from her hairline. She was going to finish soon, whether she had permission or not.
“Please, Mistress…”
She moaned out the words, her walls clenching hard, dangerous.
“Come for me, Parker.”
She exploded. Her hips had been working higher and higher off the bed. They crashed back to the mattress with staggering force, and then she was limp, shaking, falling apart with Kristina’s fingers still working deep inside her.
The noises she made were pornographic to her own ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt so full, so used, so fucking good. Kristina still pumped her slowly, even as her orgasm ended. A thumb brushed her clit, and Parker’s body began to tighten again.
“I… God…”
This was so unfamiliar to her. She didn’t think she’d ever had an orgasm like the one she’d just enjoyed. Her legs were almost numb from being clamped so tight together, yet she recognized the build of another, forming deep in her stomach.
“I…”
Her body jumped, and her wetness spilled onto Kristina’s hand.
“You’re mine, Parker…” Kristina panted the words above her. “Mine to use, mine to pleasure.”
Her legs were shaking.
“Relax for me, sweetheart.”
Parker was torn between relief and sheer frustration when the fingers slipped from inside her. Her hips jumped off the bed when she felt the press of Kristina’s fingers back against her entrance, a third one joining them.
“Relax.”
It wasn’t a request. Kristina’s mouth covered hers, pushing her tongue rough inside, her thumb working over her clit while slowly, torturously, wonderfully, she eased three fingers inside Parker.
“Good girl.” The praise came with a swift kiss on her mouth, and Parker’s head was spinning.
Legs spread, laid out naked, three fingers in her, she was here, in her bedroom, with Kristina, about to have another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Come on, baby.” The fingers inside her twisted, stretching her deliciously, and she let her head fall back. Kristina’s nipples were hard against her own, heat building between their bodies. Her legs were shaking and she was aching, exhausted, yet her body was coiling tight again, quivering around Kristina’s skilled fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this…” Three sharp thrusts accompanied the words, and Parker moaned long and loud. Everything in her clenched tight. Kristina leaned down and kissed the shell of her ear, rubbing her thumb hard over Parker’s clit as she increased the pace of the digits inside her.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She could hardly draw in a breath to say the words, but somehow, she managed it.
“I’m…yours…”
The fingers inside her pushed impossibly deeper.
“Good girl, now come for me.”
Her body obeyed immediately.
Finally, when she was totally spent, Kristina slipped out of her and rolled to lay beside her. When Parker held her breath and swallowed, trying to regain control of her body, she heard Kristina’s unsteady breaths in the silence.
Between her legs was a mess, but more than anything, she wanted to touch Kristina, to make her feel as good as Parker felt after all that. She pushed up onto a shaky elbow.
“Can I touch you?”
She reached out and settled a hand just below Kristina’s breast, tentative.
“You already are.”
Dark eyes burned up at her.
“I want to touch you like you touched me.”
The confession embarrassed her, but she forced herself to hold those eyes. Kristina swallowed.
“Go ahead.”
Parker was suddenly shy, Kristina laid out beside her, naked save for the thin scrap of black silk that was her panties.
Letting still-shaking fingers glide higher, she covered Kristina’s breast and squeezed gently. She saw the echo of the action in Kristina’s eyes. This woman beguiled her. She was so young, yet she filled the role of authority, power effortlessly, and Parker found that she bowed to her easily, willingly.
“May I take these off, Mistress?”
She trailed her fingers down to trace the waistband of her underwear. Kristina was beautiful, hair splayed on her pillow. Parker burned the image into her mind, the want, the flash of uncertainty in those dark eyes she fought so hard to hide.
“You may.”
She pushed up to her knees and dragged the panties down Kristina’s legs, forcing her eyes not to linger at the apex of Kristina’s thighs, clean shaven. Tossing the material aside, Parker swung a leg over Kristina’s hips. Firm hands came up to hold her own, as she settled herself over Kristina, her still-sensitive flesh meeting Kristina’s stomach, making her shudder.
Kristina purred beneath her.
Parker leaned down and kissed her, pushing her tongue into her mouth, enjoying the semblance of control she was being allowed.
She moved her lips down to Kristina’s neck, across her collarbones, scooting down her body to take a stiff nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard and Kristina twisted rough fingers in her hair.
“Get on with it, sweetheart.”
Looking up at Kristina through thick lashes, she nipped at the stiff flesh, just a hint of defiance, before obediently, she slid lower. She kissed her way over firm abs, feeling the muscles tense below the skin, over one hipbone and then the other. Her eyes landed on a web of scars, pale against otherwise tan skin, taut over Kristina’s left hip. She reached up to touch them, wondering what had left such a strange series of marks there.
“Now…”
Kristina’s voice was low, rough from above her, and Parker pressed a quick kiss to the lines before dipping lower, kissing below her navel and scooting down between her legs.
; “Are you sure you want…”
She nipped the inside of a tan thigh, guiding Kristina’s legs apart.
“Yes, Mistress… I want to.”
The muscles in Kristina’s stomach jumped as Parker’s breath caught her between the legs. Parker smirked. The fingers in her hair pulled tight.
“Put your mouth to better use before you end up over my knee.”
With one last smile, Parker dipped her head. Kristina’s fell back on her pillow as Parker ran her tongue over her.
Kristina was quiet during sex. Though her body jumped and jerked, her thighs tightening in a way that told Parker she was doing good work, she barely made a sound. Parker ran her hands up smooth thighs, sucking her hard, letting her tongue sink down lower, testing. Her reward was a soft gasp, and she smiled against her.
“Do you like that, Mistress?”
Parker nipped the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, enjoying the way her body jumped in response. Kristina was gorgeous, all tan skin and super toned. God bless yoga.
“Yes.”
The words was almost a hiss, the fingers in her hair pressing her head back down, impatient. She kissed Kristina and then popped back up.
“May I use my fingers on you too?”
Parker dug the pads of them into the inside of Kristina’s thigh and slid them higher, eager.
“No.”
The response surprised her.
“Pleasure me with your mouth, sweetheart. Quickly.”
Parker lowered her head. Kristina’s breathing grew heavier above her, and she worked her over hard, sucking, licking, nipping, eager to draw any kind of sound from her. She was close, her body was tight, and fuck it.
Parker sucked hard on her clit and moved lower, circling her entrance once before she thrust her tongue inside. A soft sound from above was her reward. Kristina’s insides quivered pleasingly, before she pulled her tongue away. Kristina growled.
Back to licking and sucking at her clit, innocent, Parker ignored the sound. When the hips below her began to rock slightly, she pushed her tongue into her again. This time a longer, lower, rougher moan rewarded her, followed by a whine when she pulled it away.
“So help me, Parker…”
She fought not to laugh, lapping at her, ignoring the hands that were tight in her hair.
“Do you need something, Mistress?” She let her lips graze messy, wet over Kristina’s flesh as she asked, teasing.
One minute she was licking Kristina; the next Kristina was sitting up, strong hands wrapped around Parker’s biceps, pulling her up and pushing her back, laying her on the bed. Before she had time to process, Kristina was crawling on top of her, tugging her hands up.
“Lace your hands behind your head, now.”
She did, licking her lips as Kristina moved upward, knees settling on either side of her shoulders. Her stomach clenched as she realized what was happening.
“You are mine to use. Do you understand?”
She nodded. Rough fingers closed around her cheeks, squeezing.
“Words.”
“Yes, Mistress.” They came out horribly distorted with Kristina holding her face, squishing her lips together, before she let her go.
“Now open your mouth.”
She did, eyes locked on Kristina’s as she lowered herself down onto her. This was so much hotter than she imagined it would be. Maybe that was just because of Kristina, who was shamelessly riding her face, hands covering her breasts, eyes on Parker’s.
Kristina hummed her approval, and something inside Parker came alive at the sound. She reached up, taking hold of Kristina’s slim hips, holding her still, while rather than just letting her move, she started to lick her, suck her, fuck her again, ignoring the growled warning from above.
When Kristina’s hips bucked and her thighs started to shake, Parker shoved her tongue inside, giving up on breathing, eager to see Kristina come. Kristina pitched forward with a long, low moan Parker knew she would be hearing in her dreams for weeks.
Her body shook, and her fingers fisted the pillow beside Parker’s head. Parker lapped her obediently until finally, spent, she scooted away.
Kristina rolled off her, breathless, and Parker reached up to wipe her mouth, triumphant. Something had changed between them in the time they were apart. If they had been compatible before, they were explosive together now, and she couldn’t help but be proud of the fact.
“What are you smirking at?”
The words were rough, lazy. Parker turned her head, the smug smirk on her lips turning into a genuine smile at the sight of Kristina, laid back on her pillows, eyes heavy-lidded, looking utterly sated, and absolutely beautiful.
This was good.
Chapter Nine
HER PHONE BUZZED against her leg inside her purse, and suddenly, it was difficult to pay attention to what the head of the department was saying. She nodded along, making the right faces, agreeing and sighing in the right places, but her mind was on Kristina.
She was still sore from the weekend, and somehow, she still wanted more. Finally able to say her polite goodbye, she turned to head back to her office, pulling her phone out of her purse. She swiped the screen, eager.
What are you wearing today, Professor? This meeting is utterly boring, help a girl out?
She’d had a feeling they were heading toward this. Since the weekend they had exchanged more texts than Parker thought she had ever sent anyone, and it was kind of thrilling.
Kristina was always flirty, always intense, but she was also sort of sweet, and when she asked Parker how her day had gone, Parker felt like she actually wanted to hear the answer.
She closed the door, pleased she had another thirty minutes before her office hours started. Parker sat back in her chair and let herself indulge.
Black slacks, gray silk blouse, black pumps with a four-inch heel, leather jacket. You?
It had been so long since she had done anything like this, she was suddenly unsure. Are we sexting? Not knowing what else to do, she pressed Send.
She had barely finished taking the rubber band off her first stack of assignments to review when her phone buzzed, loud against her desk in the quiet.
I’m not asking because I’m thinking of starting a clothing catalog, sweetheart. Describe it to me in a way that makes me imagine taking it off you.
Her heart bumped. She swallowed, feeling like an idiot as she looked down her body, shy despite herself. Taking a deep breath, she let her fingers move over the screen.
The slacks cling in all the right places, the material is soft and smooth against the inside of my thighs and feels nice through my panties, thin black lace that sit low on my hips.
She licked her lips, her body stirring. She was doing this, here, at work. She was torn between feeling naughty in a good way, and a bad one.
The blouse is thin silk, so thin that anyone who came by right now would see my nipples getting hard from typing this for you.
She pressed Send before she could change her mind, equal parts eager and nervous for the reply. It came almost instantly.
Good girl. Are you alone?
She hadn’t even put down her phone.
Yes.
Her cell buzzed again, two pictures arriving in quick succession. One of Kristina, gorgeous in a fitted gray pinstripe business suit, the other with the same outfit, suit jacket gone, blouse open, toned abs and deep-maroon bra visible, her dark eyes burning. Parker’s body roared in response. Both pictures were clearly taken in a bathroom mirror.
Shouldn’t you be in your meeting?
She pressed her thighs together. She still had fifteen minutes before office hours began.
The correct response is “thank you, Mistress,” sweetheart.
A smirk twisted at her lips.
Thank you, sweetheart.
The more she pushed Kristina’s buttons, the more she found she liked her reaction, and the more she caught herself fantasizing about Kristina finally making good on all the threats to take h
er over her knee. The thought turned her on more than she would admit.
Oh Miss Freeman, I do hope you like pink. That’s the color your backside is going to be the next time I see you.
Heat was building low in Parker’s stomach, and she was turned on now to the point it was uncomfortable. She should stop, go to the bathroom, and splash some water on her face, clean herself up, and get ready for office hours, yet it was so hard. Kristina, this thing they were doing, it was addicting, it gratified her and left her high, every time.
Then I look forward to our next meeting, Miss Diaz.
She tasted the younger woman’s frustration in her one word reply.
Friday.
Four days was too long to wait. Her phone buzzed again.
I’d like to see some of these professor outfits for myself. How do you feel about me paying you a visit at work sometime?
Her heart thumped, and she knew she was setting herself up for a whole new kind of delicious torture with her answer. If she started imagining Kristina could turn up at any moment, she would drive herself mad.
I wouldn’t mind you visiting, as long as we keep things PG-13 on campus.
Begrudgingly she eyed the clock and typed out another message.
Office hours start in five, have to go. Talk later?
Her heart was still racing as she walked to the bathroom, feeling utterly filthy as she exchanged smiles with the students waiting outside her room for her to return. In the stall she hurriedly cleaned herself up, rushing to wash her hands. Before she could leave, she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were shining, cheeks flushed. She looked happy, so happy it was disarming.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, addicted.
Talk later, sweetheart.
IT WAS ONLY Wednesday. Marion and LiLing had left Roland with her while they had date night, Marion being off tomorrow thanks to her weird hours at the lab. Parker loved taking care of her godson, and she was glad her best friend was getting some quality time with her wife, but she had been dreading seeing Marion all day.
Since signing the NDA she had no real idea what she could or couldn’t share. Naturally Marion was chomping at the bit for information, and Parker knew she could only put off giving her something so many ways, unless she just came out and told her she’d signed a legal document that possibly prevented her from sharing anything more than she already had about Kristina.
