Page 8 of Jaded
I crawled across the room, my face red with humiliation at being ordered to crawl. I moved slowly and carefully, vainly trying to minimize the sway of my breasts. I wondered if this was easier for girls who weren’t D cups. By the time I reached Lauren I was panting from the pain, my breasts feeling like they were on fire. When I automatically shifted up to the submissive position, she patted my head like I was a dog.
“Good girl.”
I glowed under her praise.
Lauren rolled her dress up to her waist, revealing her black lace panties. My mouth watered.
“Take them off with your teeth.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Eagerly I scooted forward and caught her waistband in my teeth. The fabric got caught on the curve of her ass, but I didn’t dare disobey the order to use only my teeth. I tugged and maneuvered until Lauren helped me out by sliding the fabric past her ass. When I’d gotten her panties to her ankles, she lifted one foot and then the other, and I helped her step out of them altogether.
I sat back up, still holding her panties in my teeth, and her eyes twinkled with amusement.
“I would gag you with those if I didn’t need you to use your mouth. You may set them down.”
Shuffling forward, I awaited further instructions while I gazed with interest at her pussy. It was bare other than a patch of dark blonde hair at her apex, the pink folds glistening in the light. I licked my lips, desperate to get a taste of her.
“You may begin.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, not even caring how eager my voice sounded.
I licked her right up the center, then did it a second time, sliding my tongue between her lower lips. She tasted delicious. Emboldened, I used my hands to open her up wider and started eating her out with an enthusiasm that I only hoped would cover my lack of experience. The domme hummed her approval.
“Add your fingers,” Lauren instructed after a couple of minutes. “First one, then a second one. Fuck me with your hand.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled against her pussy.
Tentatively, I slid my pointer finger inside her channel, pumping in and out a few times before adding a second one. When I heard Lauren’s breath quicken, I knew I was on the right track. I increased the speed of my thrusts and started circling her clit with my tongue at the same time.
“Kristina!”
It was the first time since we’d entered the playroom that Lauren used my name. I hummed against her clit, adding a little bit of suction.
“Yes, there, like that.”
Lauren’s hand tunneled into my hair, pulling the strands painfully as she ground her pussy against my face. The excitement of bringing her pleasure, combined with the pain from the nipple clamps and the pulling on my hair all combined to bring me dangerously close to an orgasm. I pressed my thighs together.
Somehow, she noticed.
“You can’t come without permission,” she rasped. Her voice had turned from firm and cold to soft and breathless, letting me know she must be close to release.
It only took a few more minutes before she gasped, “God!” and then I felt a rush of moisture against my fingers as Lauren started to come.
I looked up to see her back arched against the wall, her body shaking. Her eyes were closed, and her face was screwed up in a look that could only be described as ecstasy. I loved that I’d brought her pleasure. I loved that I’d made her lose control, just a little bit.
Lauren pushed at my head, and I pulled away, sitting back on my heels again. My fingers were dripping with her cum, and I couldn’t resist bringing them to my mouth for another taste of her. I looked up at her from beneath my lashes as I did it.
“Oh, you are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Lauren said, approval in her voice. Her body was still shaking from her intense orgasm.
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered politely.
“Well, you’ve earned a reward nonetheless. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Maybe ever. Stand up please.”
When I got to my feet she grabbed my shoulders, turning us so my back was against the wall now. Our eyes met and maybe I was crazy, but I could swear I saw real emotion there. Something that looked a lot like passion. Before I could analyze it, Lauren’s mouth crushed against mine.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that there was no kissing during scenes, not unless the couple was, well, a couple. I supposed it happened sometimes, but in general kissing was an intimacy reserved for long-term partners. I wondered what it meant that Lauren was kissing me.
