Tansy
“What happens if I don’t do it?”
“I leave.” Cai points at my front door. Her motorcycle waits outside. “I’ll walk away.”
She’s serious. I think she is, at least? This is all new to me. I’m tempted to break character even further and ask if it’s new to her as well. But I don’t think we could get back to this place of play again so easily if I ask.
I do have to admit that I’m into this. A little weirded out, maybe, but also definitely into it. I take one hand off the back of the couch at a time and stand, watching Cai while I do. Like maybe she’s going to back down?
She doesn’t. Her expression is stern, and even her clothes are appropriate to the situation. She’s wearing trousers and a short-sleeved button-down with a vest over it. The dark spill of her hair over her shoulder provides delicious contrast. Her tie has lemon-yellow stripes. I love the rough and tumble of her tattooed arms. She’s a dyke in the best sense, and I love it.
I’m going to die of how perfect this all is.
I pad quietly over to the corner of the living room. There’s not even any art on the wall, since I haven’t hecking unpacked. I have to stand next to a waist-high stack of brown boxes.
I clasp my hands behind my butt and turn my toes toward each other for an extra sense of playing-along-ness. This is stupid. This is ridiculously hot. I don’t know why. I don’t even know if I want to look at my whys. Maybe not now, at least.
How long is she going to leave me here? I can’t ask. I know automatically that it goes against the rules of this game.
I wonder what she’d do if I put my hand in my panties and started rubbing. Maybe then I’d get the kind of punishment I expected.
I love having the tables turned on me. She’s keeping me on my toes, which is a beautiful counterpoint to the places my head can go sometimes.
I need to come. More than want, even. It’s bone-deep in a way that has even my fingertips tingling. I can’t remember ever feeling like this before.
My hands slide from behind my butt to in front of my waist. I lock them tight, palm to palm, as if that’ll give me the strength to hold down this wave of horniness. Ugh, I don’t even like that word, but I can’t think of anything else that so completely covers how I feel. I want to bang Cai like a storm door in a breeze, and without the opportunity to do so, I’m tempted to rub myself on the stack of boxes next to me like a cat in heat.
I slip my hands down and press the base of my palms above my clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough either. I let go, then do it again. Holy crud, it won’t take long at all until I can come this way.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
I jolt, lifting up on my toes, my knees turning inward.
“I’m sorry,” I say automatically, but oh my gosh, I don’t want to do it either. My arms are creaky with resistance. I could cry. “Please, Cai. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I need you.”
“How bad do you want to come?”
“It’s everything. I need it so badly.”
“Crawl to me.”
I can’t help it; I half turn to look at her. She’s sitting on the couch, both arms hooked wide over the back and her knees splayed. Her eyebrows are lifted in challenge, and her smile is coolly erotic. She is one hundred percent bad bitch. I shudder. “What?”
“Crawl to me, kiss my boots, and beg me to fuck you.”
This is kind of one of the weirdest feelings in the world. I want to hate this more than I do. Like, part of me is sitting back thinking, Naw, this ain’t gonna happen, while the rest of me is absolutely barking dying for it. I let that part win.
I drop to my hands and knees.
It’s easy to crawl. I never would have expected that, but it is. I’m practically floating. Every bit of me is high as a kite even as I can hardly get any lower. It’s the way she’s staring at me. I can’t breathe. It’s all so much. There’s so much wetness coming from me that the tops of my thighs slide with it.
When I get to Cai, I kneel at her feet with my ass in the air and my shoulders low. I curl both hands around her black boot and kiss the polished toe. It’s slick and hard under my lips. “Daddy, please. Won’t you make your girl feel good? I need it. I need to come. I need you to make me come.”
Her groan is deliciously layered with angst and want. “Fuck, little one. You’re seriously good at that.”
“Will you make me feel nice, Daddy?”
“Up here,” she says in a gruff order even as she grabs my shoulders and manhandles me into lying flat on the couch.
I giggle, but I’m also twisting inside every cell I have. I like the way she’s holding me. So firm and confident. There’s no worry that maybe she doesn’t want me, or want to play like this. She’s in it. I’m in it. Even the soft couch fabric is too much for how sensitive I am. I arch my back. “Suck my breasts? Can you please?”
“You’re awfully bossy for a little girl,” Cai teases. Her hand cups me, one thumb softly rubbing my nipple—and then not so softly when she catches it between thumb and finger and twists.
I practically launch off the couch, but I’m just trying to get more and more. It’s pain mixed with sweet. I can’t put the feeling into words, and all I know is that if it ends, I may cry.
Then Cai shoves one of my legs up and buries her face in my panties, and I scream instead. The silky material is so wet that it’s hardly there. Cai’s tongue is enough to light me on fire. I’m dying in the best way.
She grabs the gusset of my undies and yanks. The lace panels at my hip bones pop and rip. Cai throws the panties over her shoulder and brings every bit of her energy to bear on me.
I shove both hands to my mouth. There’s pain when my palms grind my lips into my teeth. I don’t care. I don’t care at all, because Cai’s licking me and eating me.
I can’t tell the separate things she’s doing. It’s all blended together. My clit throbs with her attention, but none of the rest of me is hungry either. She’s mouth fucking me. This is no passive act the way I did for her the other day. It’s a gift, but it’s also a warning.
This is a woman who fucks. Not making love or coming together or any of those things I’ve called it before.
She is fucking me.
And, god, do I love it.
My orgasm comes between one breath and the next. There’s no windup, no warning beyond how expertly she’s working me. One second I’m turned on and going nuts but not quite there, and the next second I’m shaking apart. The feelings rock from my clit to my empty sheathe and sneak up to snatch me by the throat. I don’t know what I say. They’re just words that are being ripped from the very core of me, the parts that Cai is laying waste to.
And she’s not letting up. She backs off only enough for me to remember how to breathe, and then her lips and tongue are back to work. She sucks my flesh farther into her mouth than I would have thought possible. Her explorations know no bounds, and she even delves between my cheeks to lick and probe the dark star there. I squirm at first, but as soon as the hot sensation of steamy pressure gets past my surprise, I’m squirming for an entirely different reason.
It takes me far longer to get to my second orgasm, but Cai never betrays the slightest shred of impatience. Gosh, she never even falters in her enthusiasm. It’s all full throttle, and the way she licks me and sucks me and nibbles is exactly what I need. I ride the swollen, heart-thumping pleasure up and up and up until I practically float away. This come seems to start in my chest, with great, huge gasps. My stomach clenches, and then everything is free and I’m loose on a storm of sensation. I break apart all the way down to my toes.
I come screaming Cai’s name.