Page 30 of Fallen Angel

“Yes, Mistress Violet,” Poppy says, her voice soft.

Violet moves from her perch on the edge of the bed to the doorway. For ten minutes, she silently watches Poppy. Surprisingly, she doesn’t make any discernible movement. Violet is disappointed—she’d been looking forward to punishing her.

She strides “back” into the room, making sure her heels on the hardwood floor announce her presence.

“Did you move?” Violet asks.

Poppy shakes her head.

“I can’t hear you.”

“No,” Poppy says.

“No what?”

“No, Mistress Violet.”

“Good girl. As a reward, I’m going to stick my finger in your pussy. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Mistress Violet.”

Violet sits on the edge of the bed, angled so she has a perfect view of Poppy’s cunt. She licks her thumb and index finger, then presses her thumb into her pussy, easing it in and out slowly. Poppy moans, and Violet extends her index finger deep into her asshole. Poppy’s anus clenches slightly in resistance, but she soon gives in to it. Violet holds her finger inside her ass while working her thumb inside her pussy, occasionally slipping it outside and up against her clit. Poppy breathes hard and occasionally murmurs something unintelligible.

Violet decides she wants to see her breasts and unties her restraints. Poppy raises her head questioningly but knows better than to speak.

“Get on your back,” Violet commands. Poppy complies, still blindfolded, moving clumsily, as if unaccustomed to having the use of her limbs. Once she’s in position, Violet reties her arms and restrains her ankles. She then strips off all of her own clothes.

“Don’t move your head. Keep that blindfold exactly where it is,” Violet says. Poppy is still. Violet climbs onto the bed, straddling Poppy, her pussy poised inches above Poppy’s mouth.

“Stick out your tongue,” Violet says. Poppy complies, and Violet lowers herself onto Poppy’s mouth. “Lick my cunt,” Violet says. Poppy does, eagerly running her tongue along her outer lips. Violet takes her head and presses her mouth deeper.

Violet feels nothing. The numbness is familiar and excruciating. But then she closes her eyes, and suddenly, it’s Mallory’s glossy dark hair fanning out on the bed beneath her, Mallory’s delicate features pressed against her cunt. It’s Mallory’s mouth sucking on her clit, pressing her tongue deeper, until Violet is able to feel some release.

Violet withdraws from Poppy’s mouth and begins fingering herself. She remains poised above Poppy’s face, so Poppy could sense her and no doubt smell her with no idea what she’s doing or will do next. Silently, Violet works her own clit until it is hard as a bead. She moves her body lower so she’s aligned with Poppy’s navel, and while she brings herself closer to orgasm, she stares at Poppy’s breasts. She imagines how she’ll touch them, twisting and pinching the woman’s nipples until she begs her to stop. And then she comes, silently, but with a violent shudder that shakes the bed.

When she recovers—it could have been five seconds or a full minute, she turns her attention back to Poppy.

“Did you like eating my pussy?” Violet asks, pressing a finger back inside her.

“Yes, Mistress Violet,” Poppy says quietly.

Violet observes her carefully: Poppy’s cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her breasts full, her nipples erect and rosy.

She slides forward so she can reach Poppy’s breasts with her mouth. While her tongue teases Poppy’s nipples, occasionally punctuated with a sharp bite of her teeth, Violet switches the rhythm between Poppy’s legs so that she has her thumb on her clit, one finger moving in and out of her. Within seconds, Poppy cries out, an orgasm shuddering through her, her thighs gripping Violet’s wrist like a vise.

When Poppy is finally still, Violet unties her arms and feet.

“You may take off your blindfold.”

Poppy slowly, with fumbling hands, pulls off her blindfold. Her blue eyes focus on Violet in a mix of lust, awe, and yes, fear. She sits up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. She looks like someone who’s been properly fucked for the first time in a while. Maybe ever.

“I suggest you don’t mention this to anyone,” Violet says, striding naked to her closet and pulling on a black silk robe.

“I won’t,” Poppy says.

“After all, you’re the one with a girlfriend.”

“She can’t find out about this!” Poppy said.