by Lexie X
Behind her, Isabella spit somewhere—and then two wet fingers massaged her exposed sex. "There we go…" the blonde cooed lightly. She gave it another minute or two—and a little more spit—before proceeding. Making a little noise of appreciation, Isabella caressed her bare cheeks and thighs.
Filled with anticipation, Piper slowed her licking to a gentle rhythmic lapping and let go of her thoughts as she sank into the moment. A firm presence penetrated her slightly, and her lower body tensed instinctively. Relaxing a little bit, she let the firmness slip deeper, and then gasped involuntarily as Isabella fully eased her way in.
She took a breath of adjustment and her nostrils filled with Marlene's scent. Relishing that aroma, Piper opened her clenched eyes to glance up and see the brunette watching her in return with a wide fascinated gaze.
Isabella gave a small exploratory thrust and she was forced to close her eyes again as her body filled with a sense of massive solid penetration. When she finally grew accustomed to the sensation of being filled, she began slowly licking again, stimulating herself with the sensations of pleasuring a girl with her mouth. Always her old favorite turn-on, she used the slickness, heat, and intimate flavor to build a good base of arousal, intent on getting off as quickly as possible since time was short.
Sensing her readiness, Isabella moved her hips forward to their limit and pressed her thighs against her lover's cheeks—and then she withdrew slightly only to come back slightly harder, working toward a good level of thrusting.
Immediately shot through by heat and electricity, and focused wholly on getting off, Piper instinctively slid a hand down between herself and the sheets. Pressuring her mound and rubbing her clit, she added to the stimulation of Isabella's thrusts and Marlene's sex against her mouth.
The three very different energies seem to hit her whole body in various ways. Her own hand brought sharp, fast, and high pleasure that made her want to tense up, while Isabella's thrusting and the sensation of being so massively filled brought a deep, heavy, and animal heat that had her thrusting back forcefully and breathing desperately through her nose; parting Marlene's slick lips with her rapidly lapping tongue—making the girl squirm and moan so beautifully—brought her a heady mental rush, energizing her very awareness with thoughts of how deeply Isabella had changed her.
Here she was, going down on a girl and getting fucked by a girl and loving every single moment of it—dating a girl, and in love with her, no less—if Isabella's initial twisted desire had been to break her utterly and turn her on to girl sex, to make her addicted to pleasuring pussy, and to force her down on her metaphorical knees eager to please, well, the blonde had certainly been successful in many ways.
The best part—the part that brought all her very different competing pleasures together to overwhelm her—was the fact that she knew Isabella's plan and intentions, that her girlfriend had been successful in completely dominating her and changing her, that she knew it all and didn't care. She wanted it. Every second of it; not just the sex, but also the manipulations, the counterplays, and the weird way it all felt perfect between them—she loved it.
Was that Isabella's greatest achievement? Not just breaking her utterly, but telling her to her face what she was doing and making her want it anyway?
Practically thrashing on the bed and barely managing to keep rubbing herself and licking pussy, held down by two delicate but firm hands on her sides as her girlfriend fucked her, Piper felt as if her whole body had just been set on fire. Surging with heat as her different pleasures combined and burned through her, her awareness shrank to nothing but fucking, licking, rubbing, and pure animal sexuality.
Isabella's hands tightened on her waist as the blonde thrust harder to match her intense energy.
Only vaguely aware that she was making continual noises of animal ecstasy, Piper chased after the incredible orgasm building within, intent on finding that amazing release for all its confirmation of who she was and what she was doing and enjoying. She knew that Isabella had always used orgasms to build and reinforce her predilections, but her girlfriend had done such a good job she was actually instinctively doing it to herself now—and, still, even knowing that, she didn't want it any other way. Completely consumed, she suddenly found herself stretching and extending her limbs as a searing white fire crackled through her every nerve.
"Just like that…" Isabella said softly, as if she could see everything that had gone through her head.
Wholly filled with almost painfully intense bliss that hit every kind of enjoyment and every corner of her being, the fucking, rubbing, and licking lifted her to a completely thoughtless state of ecstasy and enjoyment. Piper embraced her orgasm—and everything it might entail—completely. The pleasure seemed to last forever, constantly replenished from every direction as long as her body could take it.
Finally, desperate for breath, she was forced to lift her head—and her hand slowed as she realized her mound was sore.
Seeing her come down, Isabella stopped thrusting and gently withdrew.
Above her, Marlene lifted her leg and moved a foot away on the bed, giving her space to recover.
Newly empty and exhausted, but utterly satisfied in an amazing and new way, Piper just lay there and let her bare ass and dripping sex hang free from the edge of the bed.
Her girlfriend caressed her thigh knowingly. "Good?"
"So good…" Piper panted, laying her head down on the sheets. "Seriously. Wow."
"I'm glad," Isabella responded warmly, before getting serious. "We have five minutes until they get here. Marlene, masturbate to finish yourself off. Then get dressed."
"And me?" Piper laughed weakly, loving it when her girlfriend gave orders so imperiously.
"You can hang there bare-assed for all I care," Isabella teased. "Though the girls will probably feel a little awkward."
"Fine, fine," Piper gave in, as much as the idea of multiple girls seeing her like that kind of sort of intrigued her. By the time she managed to get up, she noticed Isabella watching her with a sly smirk, and she knew she'd been caught out in her secret little fantasy of being publicly seen. The blonde said nothing, but Piper knew she was in for something twisted on that front eventually. Isabella would never forget. She would only file the idea away and wait for a good opportunity to torture her and push her past her boundaries.
Dressing quickly, Piper smiled, realizing that such darkness was one of the reasons she loved her freak girlfriend. She could only hope that her excitement for that darkness—anticipation, rather than fear—was something for which the blonde might love her back.
The girls arrived in a chaos of laughter and shots, soon sweeping the three of them out to the bar in a chattering current of discussion about the first day of classes. Only barely able to remember what classes she was even in, Piper did her best to make small talk while her focus remained elsewhere. Her heart full of joy and anticipation, she exchanged endless glances and grins and sly smirks with Isabella, barely able to keep herself from jumping her gorgeous girlfriend right there in public. At the same time, she tried to watch Marlene carefully, corralling her interactions to keep her primed and ready for what they needed to happen. The innocent brunette was visibly swept up in the night out, in all the attention of being new to the group, and in her secret confusions and lusts.
Piper watched her with the curious feeling that she was seeing a version of herself from all those months ago. It made her feel fuzzy and strange to think about how Isabella had zero feelings for Marlene. The brunette was truly just a prop—an unsuspecting girl being manipulated solely for the realization of the blonde's twisted lusts. Isabella's comment earlier had been very true: that was supposed to have been her.
But it wasn't her. Somehow, that was not how it had turned out. Reaching down, she gripped Isabella's hand tight. Those delicate fingers squeezed back and their owner smiled knowingly at her for a long private moment amid the storm of group conversation. Wanting to blurt her feelings then and there, Piper bi
t her lip and held back for the right moment. Instead of speaking her mind, she turned to Isabella and whispered. "So, it's all set for Friday at eight."
"Set?" the blonde asked.
"Our fancy date," she said as quietly as she could while so excited.
Isabella's smile dropped. "Wow." She looked away, then back again. "Friday…"
Piper nodded and pressed her lips together in a failed attempt to hide her exuberant smile.
Taking a deep breath, Isabella visibly steeled herself. "Friday it is," she finally said, smiling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "Wow."
Squeezing her girlfriend's hand again, Piper turned back to the group conversation to let Isabella have time with her own thoughts. She knew her girlfriend through and through, and she knew the outwardly amazing and confident blonde was secretly equal parts excited and scared, but all they had to do was make it to Friday without doing anything stupid and everything would be alright.
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Loving Piper
The date is set. Come Friday night, at a fancy restaurant, Piper will finally tell Isabella that she loves her - but there's a whole week of temptation between her and that intense moment. Between her girlfriend's twisted desires, their willing little slave Marlene, the return of her old best friend Jessie, and the mercurial presence of Isabella's painfully gorgeous older sister Laura, it seems like Friday is a whole world away. Piper resolves to keep her head on straight and avoid doing anything stupid... but, in her unique relationship with Isabella, the boundaries are rarely clear... and, past all that, the question remains: does Isabella feel the same way?
Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, first times between girls, and a long, salacious buildup and payoff.
This is Part 11 of "Steps to Submission", following Piper's descent into sexuality and depravity at the hands of her roommate.
