Chrysalis: The Box Set (A Steamy Romance): The Complete Story of Brie's Journey in One Volume!

by Mia Moore

  She scraped the remaining fruit and yogurt from the bowls and placed them in the dishwasher. Another hour? How was she going to last that long? A picture of Claire’s nipple flashed in her mind. It was darkly perfect. Her fingers curled around the empty mug, tingling with the memory of holding Claire’s breast.

  She placed the mugs in the dishwasher and grasped the edge of the counter to steady herself. Oh God, what was in store for her later with Claire...in her bedroom? A bed she shared with Alex.

  Her chest heaved while she gazed at the floor. Alex. Obviously he knew what Claire was up to. Would there come a time when he’d want to be part of her ‘education’? The thought of him doing anything sexual with her was like a bucket of ice water. No way.

  But Liam? That was another story.

  Chapter 9

  Brie was freshly showered, wearing only a robe when she knocked on the door of Claire’s bedroom. Her fingers tugged the robe tight to her neck and a nervous giggle escaped lips twitching up in the corners. She’d taken this job to help finish her education and become a teacher. Little had she known that Claire had another type of lesson to round out her education.

  The door opened and Brie’s mouth fell open. Claire wore a floor length ivory peignoir that covered her arms and shoulders but hung open at the front. Her breasts were bare, small pert orbs above a flat midriff and tummy. When she stepped back, extending her arm in invitation to enter, a flash of her pubic area, a thin line of reddish blonde hair showed.

  Brie’s breath caught in her throat at the sight but she stepped forward.

  “First things first.” Claire reached for Brie’s robe and tugged it open and off, letting it land next to the door.

  The authoritative tone of Claire’s voice caused a shiver of excitement to skitter through her body. She stood with wide eyes gaping at the older woman.

  Claire stepped closer. She lifted the hair back from the side of Brie’s neck, and leaned in to whisper softly. “Are you ready, my pet?”

  Her knees were close to buckling out from under her. Oh God, this was naughty and exciting. “Yes.”

  She let Claire lead her by the hand. Her eyebrows drew together as they passed the king sized bed and entered the pristine marble bathroom. Claire stepped to the oversized tub. Brie peered down at the small amount of sudsy water pooled in the bottom. Another bath?

  “I’m going to shave your pussy, Brie. Some people like grass in the playground but I’m not one of them.” She shrugged and the peignoir slipped off her shoulders to the floor. She noticed the look of shock in Brie’s eyes and continued. “If you don’t like it, don’t worry it’ll grow back. But for my purposes, it’s just a nuisance.”

  Brie held the side of the tub and stepped into the warm water. Sure she’d trimmed the edges during the summer. Who didn’t want a clean line wearing a bathing suit? But ALL of it?

  But if she was so shocked, why did it make her so wet and horny? She lowered her body and leaned back against the smooth surface of the tub.

  Claire stood above her, a wide smile on her lips, eyes roaming over Brie’s body. Brie took a deep breath, pulled her shoulders back and allowed herself the same freedom that Claire was enjoying.

  Oh God, Claire was a pixie, slender arms and taut lithe legs stepping into the bath. She was nowhere near the size of Brie in the boob department but what she did have was mouth-watering--small athletic looking mounds topped with cone shaped, beige-pink nipples.

  The line of rusty hair was an arrow pointing to puffy dark woman lips, separated just a little to reveal burgundy folds and a lighter nub...oh God, her clit. There was a delightful hollow where her thigh met her groin. Her long manicured fingers gripped the sides of the tub as she lowered, squatting in front of Brie. She touched the insides of Brie’s knees urging her legs to open.

  Brie’s breath was ragged in her throat, bending and then lifting her legs until her ankles rested on the upper lip of the tub. The water, only an inch or two deep, lapped at her bottom and half way up the line of her slit.

  “Oh Baby, that’s a sweet sight, even with the bush on it.” Claire lowered to her knees and reached for a can of shaving lotion. She squirted a large dab into her palm and rubbed it into Brie’s mons. She set the can on a shelf next to the tub and picked up a safety razor and face wipe. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a steady hand. Promise not to nick you.”

  Brie’s skin became an icy tingle. Her chin lowered and she watched Claire’s hand, starting in short stokes at the edges, working her way to the centre, wiping the razor clean. Her skin was a patch of shivery white following the trail of the razor. Oh God. She hardly dared to breath watching Claire’s hand. There was nothing but Claire’s hand and her sizzling skin, the patch growing larger by the second.

  “This is the first time you’ve ever been completely shaved isn’t it? I can tell. The hair is silky.” Claire glanced up at her and winked. “This part’s almost done.” She rinsed the razor in the tub and set it on the shelf. Once more she held the shaving lotion and shook it.

  “You’ll have to open wide and tilt up as much as you can.” With her other hand she splashed water on Brie’s mons, sliding her hand down, over Brie’s pussy.

  Brie gasped when her finger grazed against her clit. She didn’t need any coaxing to curl her pelvis higher. Oh fuck, that felt nice.

  “The peppermint in the shaving cream’s like an aphrodisiac...not that you need much more arousal.” Claire’s face was pure seduction, the tip of her tongue probing the corner of lips that were softly loose. With slow, sensuous ease she lathered lower.

  Brie’s head fell back against the edge of the tub and her eyes drifted shut. An icy hot sensation from the mint in the cream spread through her swollen pussy, while Claire’s fingers added sweet torture, stretching the skin, while dragging the razor across. Her heart thudded faster, each stroke bringing her closer to Claire’s ultimate goal. She could feel herself becoming wetter, her clit a dull ache while the longing deep inside made her feel faint.

  “There. Smooth as silk.” Claire reached behind her and turned, holding the shower spray above Brie’s mons.

  The water was warm, soothing her inflamed skin, filtering to the inside of her slit. A deep sigh drifted from her lips as Claire finished rinsing her body.

  “Stand up.” Claire’s voice was a husky command.

  Brie gazed at her as she lowered her legs and grasped the sides of the tub. Claire’s eyes were soft slits of blue...tiny beads of sweat glistened on her smooth forehead and upper lip...her sculpted cheekbones gleaming above the flush of pink in her cheeks. Golden locks of hair curled along her neck, falling lower until the wispy ends grazed her breast. Her lofty beauty was compelling.

  Her legs were wobbly, pressing her upper body up to stand naked before Claire. Naked, the willing vulnerability making her throb with desire. Her breath caught in her throat, gradually escaping her parted lips in ragged pants as she stood before Claire’s eyes.

  “Such innocence.” Claire’s fingernail scratched a thin line from her navel to her mons, ending where the cleft of her womanhood began.

  Brie gasped and her hand swept up to cover her breast. How much more of the woman’s sultry touch could she stand before she collapsed...her hands wanton clutching Claire’s body?

  Her chin rose and she bit her lower lip. This was part of the lesson. It HAD to be. Claire was exercising slow restraint and was testing her, making her wait, savoring the torture of desire.

  The back of Claire’s fingers slipped over Brie’s inner thigh, raising higher but stopping short of her pussy. Brie’s hand tightened around her breast and she moaned, closing her eyes. Oh God, please...just touch me!

  “You may get out and dry off.” Claire rose to her feet and reached for a towel hanging next to the tub.

  Brie’s eyes opened. Claire’s chin was high, a small smile on her lips handing the towel to her. Even though Claire was a couple inches shorter, her presence, the air of confidence and sensuality made Brie tremble. It wa
s like the very air in the room caressed her skin, especially the newly exposed area between her legs.

  She took the towel and clutched it to her breasts as she stepped out of the bath. Keeping her eyes averted from Claire, she rubbed the moisture from her skin. For some reason, modesty seemed appropriate. The fact that Claire was the teacher, directing what happened and the pace made it so hot and...liberating.

  Her breath caught in her throat as a shudder of lust, almost an orgasm flooded through her pussy. THAT was it, exactly. She was free to discover every depth of depravity with Claire holding the reins, guiding her. She toweled the hotness between her legs and then stood shivering with joy, waiting for Claire’s instruction.

  Claire crooked her finger and spun on her toes, leading the way back to the bedroom. Was that a smile of triumph on her face? Brie scampered after, heading to the bed where Claire pointed.

  The dark red sheets were cool on her fevered flesh as she laid down in the centre of the massive plush surface. Claire took a place next to her, propping her upper body up with her elbow, gazing down. Her delicate fingers threaded through Brie’s hair, tucking it back behind her ears, before she leaned forward and kissed her lips.

  “You have a magnificent body, Brie--so lush and womanly.” Her finger trailed down Brie’s neck, dipping into the hollow between her collarbones, down her chest to her nipple. Slowly, with a sensuous ease she traced small circles over the dark puckered skin. “You’ve never had a woman make love to you, have you, Brie?”

  Brie’s breath was coming faster, gazing at Claire’s face. “Just what happened last--”

  Claire cut her off with a small giggle. “THAT was entirely medicinal. You were panting with lust doing the squeezes, dreaming of Liam’s cock. I couldn’t leave you in such a state, not when I caused it, now could I?”

  Brie gasped remembering how Claire’s hands touched her, made her moan with pleasure. If that was just medicinal, what did Claire have in store for her today?

  Claire shifted on the bed, and grabbed Brie’s wrists. She lifted her hands and placed them high on the bed, until her fingers touched the cool wrought iron scrollwork of the headboard. “Hang on and keep your hands here. Your body is all mine to do with as I please. Got that?” Claire’s voice was husky, the commanding edge once more evident.

  Brie’s fingers curled around the iron, gripping it hard. Her feet slid apart, gliding softly over the smooth surface of the bed. Her heart thudded in her chest as she opened herself. Oh fuck, this was so erotic. Just touch me, BEGIN!

  She closed her eyes for a moment. Was this really happening? An older woman, albeit a fucking sexy one, was about to seduce her, drive her wild with pleasure and she ached for it? So much in her life had changed since she’d come to New York. First the studies with Chris expanding her mind and now his lascivious cousin...oh fuck this was delightfully dirty. Sex! With a woman! There must be something crazy with the water system to make her so wanton.

  Claire purred her approval, “That’s it Baby. That’s what I like to see, cooperation.”

  Brie’s eyes opened in time to see Claire bending over...Oh God! Her tongue was warm, her breath cool against the wetness on her nipple. Claire’s hand grasped her breast, pumping and kneading it as she flicked her tongue quickly against her nipple. She gasped and arched her back, thrusting her chest higher, aching for more.

  “Such gorgeous tits. I’m jealous. I just want to eat them up.” Her other hand rose to fondle Brie’s other breast.

  Her touch straddled the fine edge of pain. It was decadent and hot relinquishing total control to Claire. “Please, don’t stop.” Brie’s words were a whispered plea, her chest heaving.

  “I couldn’t even if I wanted to and believe me, I don’t want to.” Claire’s teeth tightened on her nipple, sending a fresh jolt of painful lust straight to her clit.

  Brie panted as Claire’s tongue slid down her breast, tracing a trail over her abdomen. Her mouth was so close to where she longed to be caressed. Oh fuck. It was reflex and lust that caused her pelvis to tilt up, her pussy lips swollen, gaping to expose her pulsing bud of pleasure.

  Her eyes flew open when Claire rose and knee walked to the area between her knees. Claire’s tongue rolled over her parted coral lips and she bent lower.

  Brie jerked at the touch of Claire’s tongue on her clit...the lightest caress, circling the bud before flicking across the sensitive tip. Her pelvis rocked up, seeking more of Claire’s mouth. “Yes. Oh yes. Right there. Keep doing that.”

  Claire eased away and Brie’s eyebrows drew together watching her. What? What was wrong?

  “You didn’t say please.” Her finger slid through Brie’s furrow, teasing, avoiding the spot Brie ached to be touched. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she watched her finger caressing. “Part of sexual actualization is stating what you want, how you want to be touched and using the correct words.”

  The back of Brie’s eyes became hot, tears threatening to spill over. How could Claire get her so excited and just leave her hanging? What the hell was she talking about and her touch was driving her wild. “Please. Just do it.”

  “Do what and to what? Say the words Brie. It’s hot--liberating, not just for you, but me as well.” She looked into Brie’s eyes and a small smile played on her lips.

  Brie took a deep breath, her eyes pleading with Claire. “Please lick my clit. The way you did before. Fuck Claire! Please!”

  Her hips rocked up and down. She gasped at the small orgasm that flooded through her pussy. OhmyGod! Saying the words, begging her need was totally decadent and...hot as hell. Even as Claire bent once more to suckle her clit, her hips took on a life of their own. Words...dirty words that thrilled her to her toes, spilled from her mouth. “Lick my clit! Finger fuck my cunt. Please Claire...!”

  “Good girl…” and Claire bent over to her.

  The wave of lust at Claire’s touch, her lips drawing Brie’s clit inside, ravishing the hot button of lust with her tongue, consumed Brie. Every muscle in her body contracted, toes curling, calves quivering, straining in her lust. Her cunt tightened on Claire’s fingers, slippery wetness gushing out, saturating her dark satin folds.

  “Fuck! Oh God! Yes!” Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, panting her pleasure. Wave after wave of bliss pulsed in her pussy, flowing out to her fingers grasping the headboard. There was only the delicious hotness in her cunt and Claire’s mouth licking and sucking...exactly right, the perfect pressure and speed of her tongue.

  Claire’s moans mixed with hers, rumbling against her clit, her mouth riding her pussy, never breaking contact despite Brie’s convulsions of bliss. The tongue on her clit bordered on pain, so intense was the sensation but still she bucked against it. Finally she jerked to the side away, but Claire’s hand gripped her ass, pulling her back. Oh fuck, in the pain there were threads of lust that claimed her body and Claire knew it, made her ride through the pleasure to the very end. Never before had she felt this exquisite pain-pleasure.

  One last jerk of her hips away from Claire and she cried out. “No!”

  Claire rose, her tongue licking Brie’s slippery orgasm from her lips, eyes narrow with delight. “Poor Baby’s had enough, has she?”

  Brie smiled and gazed into Claire’s eyes, shifting to watch her glistening lips as she descended. Her lips were wet, the taste of lust, slick and tangy. Her tongue dipped into Brie’s mouth and danced with hers. The kiss, soft, like only a woman’s kiss can be.

  Her hands loosened and fell to Claire’s head, rolling the soft golden locks between her fingers. It had been so intense, the orgasm that Claire had given her. Was it always like this with another woman? One hand drifted across Claire’s back, reaching to cup the small breast, tease the button-like nipple. Still holding the kiss, Claire lowered to her side on the bed.

  The nipple between Brie’s fingers was firm, protruding more than her own ever had. She eased back from the kiss and gazed at the pinkish beige button, teasing the tip with her finge
rnail. At Claire’s soft moan, she lowered to take it in her mouth, rolling her tongue across the bumpy surface--so taut in arousal.

  Her hand skimmed the velvet skin of Claire’s abdomen and tummy, inching lower. Would she be able to give Claire the pleasure she’d experienced? Oh God, she hoped so. She’d never touched a woman before and suddenly exploring Claire’s pussy with her hands and mouth was all she wanted.

  Claire’s hand stopped her. “Not yet. Today’s lesson is over. Besides, you have reading and studies to complete.” Her eyes were soft slits, her fingers gentle as tucked a stray hair behind Brie’s ear. “It’s nice having you here Brie. You’re like the sister I never had. Would you like to go to the spa with me tomorrow afternoon? You’ll feel luxuriant for your date with Liam.”

  Brie could only gaze at Claire, speechless for a moment. A sister? That was how Claire felt about her? All her life she’d wanted an older sister, someone to confide in, who’d give her advice and look out for her. Maybe if she’d had an older sister, instead of a self centered older brother, things would have worked out differently. Her mother certainly had never been interested. And her father? Forget it. He’d gone from job to job, always blaming his criminal record when he was fired. Maybe if he’d drank less and showed up for work on a regular basis, he could have held down a steady job.

  She shook her head from side to side, tears hot behind her eyes.

  “What’s wrong, honey?” Claire cupped her cheek in her palm, tilting her head up to look in Brie’s eyes.

  “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I guess I’m not used to people like you...”

  “What about people like me?”

  She shook her head. “No; I’m not saying it right.” She took a deep breath, forcing the lump in her throat down. “I’m not used to people being kind to me.”

  Claire reached forward and folded Brie into her arms, her hand still stroking Brie’s hair. “Oh Brie. This is the way things should be. Two people who care about each other.” She eased back and her voice was light when she spoke. “Actually, the only other woman, I’ve ever felt this close to is Martha. We’ve known each other for ages.”