Page 9 of Jaded
Lauren bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to sting and I opened for her. Her tongue swooped in, dominating my mouth the same way she’d dominated the rest of my body. I moaned deep in my throat and slid my tongue against hers, rocking my pelvis against hers.
We kissed for what felt like hours before she slid her hands down between us. I’d forgotten all about the nipple clamps until she pulled them both off simultaneously. I howled in pain as the blood came rushing back to my aggrieved nipples.
“Fuck!” I gasped. “That hurts.”
“Did I invite you to speak?” she asked.
“No Mistress, I apologize.”
I’d almost forgotten we were doing a scene. I lowered my gaze obediently, properly chastised. I breathed deeply as the pain subsided, leaving me even more aroused.
“I suppose I’ll overlook it. This time.” Her words were stern, but amusement danced in her eyes. “Now how about a little treat?”
Lauren
Icould not wait toget my tongue on this woman. She was all lush curves and so sweetly submissive. But it was more than that. Something about her drew me in. I had the most ridiculous urge to bring her home with me. Hell, I’d even kissed her. I did not kiss people I scened with. Ever.
Kissing her had been like coming home. I wanted to do it every day for the rest of my life.
“On the couch,” I ordered, making my voice colder as I reminded myself that we were still doing a scene.
I pointed at the fake leather couch in the corner. I’m sure that Angela would have sprung for real leather, but in a place like this, it was important to have furniture that could be easily cleaned between sessions.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear that Kristina added a little wiggle to her step. I smacked her ass with my palm, just in case. It was still red from her earlier spanking, but the color was already fading.
She stopped in front of the couch, waiting for instructions like a good submissive. I couldn’t believe this was her first scene and I’d only had to correct her once. I’d corrected both of the girls I’d scened with earlier at least half a dozen times.
“On your back.”
Kristina lay across the couch, her legs parted slightly. My eyes went right to her pussy, and for a second, I lost my train of thought. Her body was lush and curvy. And mine. She just didn’t know it yet.
I crawled over her, laying my body on top of her like a blanket, pinning her down on the couch. Grabbing her hands, I pushed them over her head and pressed them against the arm of the couch. Her brown eyes widened with excitement.
“Leave them right there, or you won’t get to come.”
