Page 82 of Magdalene Nox

To her left, she felt more than saw her secretary nodding emphatically, obviously understanding her orders and taking charge, herding the occupants of the office out of the cramped room.

Joel went willingly enough. Magdalene was aware that she had put the fear of a lawsuit in him, which, for people like him, held more weight than the fear of God they so eagerly bludgeoned others with. Rolffe, however, stayed behind, evading George’s endeavors, looking like he still wanted to argue. He puffed out his chest, resembling a toad more and more by the second, and just as he opened his mouth, a gravelly, hoarse voice interrupted him with the quiet command of someone used to being obeyed.

“Augustus, you heard Headmistress Nox. The time and place to discuss issues will be determined, and we shall all be informed in due course, I’m sure. Now, I wish you and your faculty a smooth beginning of the school year, Doctor Nox, and await the summons at your convenience.”

Magdalene just looked on as Alden extended his hand and pointed to the door while Rolffe silently acquiesced. It was Sam, though, who stood with her back to Alden, whose expression made her chest squeeze a bit. There was surprise and a tiny flicker of gratitude—and dare she say affection?—in those innocent, tired eyes.

And while Alden was a worry for another day, Orla Fenway and her brazen, insolent ways of never quite knowing when to quit were not a worry at all. As the former headmistress stepped closer to her, Magdalene turned away, scratching under Willoughby’s chin, allowing her body language to speak volumes about her willingness to engage in whatever Orla was spoiling for.

Her ministrations to Sir Willoughby were quite fortuitous in that his loud purring seemed to signal to everyone that this meeting was adjourned once and for all and the Headmistress had far more important things to attend to. Such as providing her cat’s big, round head with more scratches and pats.

The few remaining trustees departed with huffy proclamations that they would be talking to lawyers.

She heard the familiar gait take a few steps towards the door in the now empty office, and Magdalene knew she could not let Sam leave. Not without at least expressing a tiny sliver of how she really felt.

As her head was still bent to the purring tom, she gently murmured, “Thank you,” and the steps stopped, Sam’s breath coming out in a loud whoosh quite a bit closer than Magdalene had realized.

“I think if he could speak he’d say ‘you’re welcome, Headmistress.’ Plus, just look at him, all blissed out under your caresses. He’s clearly grateful. You’re some kind of walking catnip.”

Well, per usual, Sam did what she did best, deflect and be exceedingly adorable. Magdalene smirked. If she wanted to play it this way, so be it.

“I must be then, since I know of another kitten who also purrs under my fingertips.” Magdalene finally turned to Sam, and they were just a few inches apart, their body heat igniting her blood. She felt like she was burning up inside. She was famished, ravenous. The things she wanted Sam to do to her… Magdalene must have let her face show her hunger, because Sam’s gulp was audible, and her sudden quick glance around the office to make sure the door was shut and they were alone was quite telling.

“Oh, now she cares about closed doors!” Magdalene wanted to laugh, she wanted to grab Sam by the collar and tear that shirt apart. She forgot about the cat entirely and took a few steps towards Sam. “Now she cares that we’re alone in the room. Not five minutes ago when she might as well have declared her devotion for me from the highest rooftop, as she beat an asshole at his game, came out like the superhero that she is, and did so in the hottest possible manner, she did not seem to care one jot about us being alone...”

Sam stared, blinking, seemingly lost in whatever was happening around her, before her shoulders and entire stance relaxed. As she licked her lips, Magdalene’s eyelids fluttered at the gesture, and she traversed the final step separating them.

“Do you know how big of a turn on your dressing-down of the trustees was? How you putting Joel firmly in his place was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen? Do you know what I want you to do to me right now?”

Sam shook her head, and still didn’t seem to fully comprehend whether Magdalene was angry or playful. But Magdalene wasn’t either of those things. Magdalene was turned on. She was so hot and so wet, she thought she might simply devour Sam whole right then and there.

The spoken words and the unspoken message had finally gotten through, because in front of Magdalene’s eyes, Sam squirmed and squeezed her thighs together and balled her fists at her sides.

Magdalene did not let the silence deter her. She moved even closer, their bodies flush now, and whispered directly into Sam’s ear, her lips just a breath away from Sam’s delicate skin.

“I want you to spread me on my desk and sit down in my chair and thrust your tongue into my pussy and eat me until I scream. And then, when I beg you to stop because I can’t take it anymore, I want you to pin my hands to the desk and thrust three fingers into me and fuck me ‘till I scream again because I have never been more turned on in my life than I am right now, Sam.”

Sam kept still, her entire body taut like a string, until she swayed closer to Magdalene’s mouth, radiating need.

“Nobody has ever risked everything for me, nobody has stood up for me to the people who literally control their fate, their employment, their life to a certain degree, and, knowing they might be throwing it all away, gave some assholes a piece of their mind. For me. And for the school. For the truth and for what’s right. You’re unbelievable, Sam. Do you know how wet you made me standing there saying all that?”

Sam shook her head again, and the movement finally brought her skin in contact with Magdalene’s. And then the animal that lived inside of Sam—the one that took charge and routinely devoured Magdalene, overpowering her senses, making her forget her name and her self—snapped the veneer of a leash. Sam turned her head further, taking Magdalene’s lips in a deep, voracious kiss.

The events of the day crashed down on her even as Sam’s mouth took her apart. She realized that she’d never truly known the power of a kiss–not when just the merest touch of lips stopped reality, ended daylight, drawing her into an existence that should not be real and yet was the only palpable thing. The only thing shecouldfeel. The only thing shewantedto feel.

Sam’s kiss held an untamed force behind it, the anxiety, the madness, and the energy of the day running wild in Magdalene’s veins as she poured it all into the rough connection of their mouths. Lips tugged, teeth bit, and tongues caressed in full abandon, and Magdalene knew she’d never been kissed like this. Like she was the entire universe, like there was nobody else alive for Sam.

And in that moment, she knew.She knewthat no matter what happened with them, no matter what the next day brought and the one after that, Magdalene was forever branded, by this kiss alone, by every single one that had come before it. She’d never be able to move on. Not from Sam. Not from this…

As Sam licked into her mouth, she whimpered, and the sound awoke an answering moan in Sam. They both gentled their touch, their lips caressing, and it was like they were making love to each other, fully clothed in the middle of her office, the wet, soft licks and the gentle glide of tongues pure sex.

Sam’s mouth left hers, and as Magdalene was about to protest, to tug her lover back to where she wanted her most, Sam had latched on to the spot on her neck that she hadn’t even been aware was sensitive, and now her knees buckled and her mind shut itself off. She threw her head back, giving Sam better access, completely forgetting where they were.

Well, the universe being a sadistic bastard, in true fashion, honed in on exactly that moment to ruin their encounter as a quick knock on the door made both of them jump about a foot in the air, then away from each other so quickly, Sam almost stumbled. Her mouth was swollen and smudged in Magdalene’s lipstick as she lifted an unsteady hand to wipe her face.

Magdalene reached deep within herself for a cool and detached expression, despite realizing her dress was a total mess, and that she must have highly visible marks on her neck.

She took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her hair, and dabbed at the corners of her mouth. After one last look at Sam, who managed to look both more or less presentable and quite obviously guilty as sin, Magdalene had no choice but to call, “come,” towards the door.

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