π| SIXTY
***This woman will eventually drive me over the damn edge...***
~RACHEL~
Her hands shot out when she leaned in closer and wrapped around your neck, firmly.
You let out a small gasp.
"Rachel," she said your name in a hoarse voice that made your clit to pulse. "If you keep teasing me like that, I'm not going to be gentle."
You swallowed hard.
"No one asked you to," you told her quietly, eyes never leaving hers.
"Look here..."
Her hands tightened just after.
"I have had a shitty day and I need to take it out on someone who can handle it. Still want this?"
At this point, you've lost count of how many times she had asked for and confirmed your consent.
The way she kept repeating it made your body tingle with anticipation because you were now curious.
Curious about what she would do to you since she had been reiterating how bad it may get from then on.
Not that you minded.
"I am a willing participant," you began to say. "Do whatever you want to do to me. I can take it."
The veins in her neck bulged the moment your words landed.
"Sure?"
"Yes," you breathed. "Use me."
Her eyes scanned your face.
"Keep it at the back of your mind that you asked for this," she said before stepping away from you.
A lump rose in your throat and you swallowed it down with force.
Your eyes watched her as she began to unbutton her shirt slowly. Each button came undone smoothly.
She opened the shirt to reveal her binded chest lying below. Now, it seemed really flat there.
But, you knew otherwise.
Your mind replayed the fullness that you had seen there that night she had first taken you hard.
That binder could not deceive you.
Never again.
Sensations crawled down the length of your spine when she undid the buttons at her wrists and pushed the sleeves of her shirt up to reveal her slightly veined forearms.
When she stopped, she placed her arms akimbo in a stance that made your core clench and unclench.
"Here's what I am going to do to you, Rachel," she started.
You gulped nervously.
"I am going to taste that cunt, and you will keep your hands on the bed, behind you—never raise them, never touch me. Am I clear?"
You nodded.
"Use your words," she said.
You swallowed again.
"Yes, yes Ma'am," you answered as your clit pulsed once, then twice.
"Good."
Her hands lifted to tie the first layer of her short hair with a bobble in order to keep it away from her face while she would be at work.
On your cunt.
The motion caused her biceps and muscles to flex seductively.
Your mouth watered.
When she was done, she set her hands down and looked at you.
Then, she came closer—the closest as possible she could get to you.
Your eyes followed her as she went down on one knee in front of you, her hands gripping your thighs and drawing you closer to her.
A gasp left escaped lips.
"Your safe word," she said.
The proximity was doing things to you that made you hear her, but unable to process what she said.
"Yes?" You asked, breathless from doing nothing but admiring the veins that lined her arms.
"Choose a safe word, little kitty," she repeated with a small grin.
You blinked.
"Yes, yes."
Her grip on your thighs tightened out of nowhere, and you nearly came without her even doing anything to you yet.
"I'm waiting."
"Tomatoes," you blurted out without a thought. "Tomatoes."
She nodded.
"Tomatoes it is then." The fingers of her right hand began to trail up the length of your left laps.
Her gaze flickered upwards.
"If it gets too much—I can be a little too much sometimes—all you have to do is say the safe word, and I will stop without any questions."
You nodded.
"Words," she snapped. "You have to speak, I need to hear you."
"Yes, I understand."
"Good girl, now, spread them legs wider and let me taste that cunt."
...OmaPhinaPhire🔥