Page 88 of Magdalene Nox

“Good girl. Now turn around and show me what you have for me.” Sam leaned back against the desk, not even six feet away and watched her, gray eyes leaving scorching marks on Magdalene’s skin as she turned, hands gripping the door, knees already shaky. The things that voice did to her…

“That’s very nice. Did you buy this when you went to Boston to have high tea with your mother, Headmistress?” Magdalene had the presence of mind to nod as Sam continued. “Did you sit there and imagine the things this little number would do to me when you finally showed me?”

“Ye... yes.” God, was this her voice? Shaking and hoarse, drowning in lust?

“That’s such dirty play, Headmistress. Because this little thing really works for me. But you knew that, didn’t you? You knew you would be playing dirty.” Sam licked her lips and Magdalene felt herself start to drip down her thighs.

“You wanted to show yourself off for me, didn’t you, Headmistress?”

Oh God, oh dear God…

There was something dark and menacing and absolutely irresistible in Sam’s tone, and Magdalene thought she might beg any second.

“Show yourself off then.”

She held her breath. Surely, Sam wasn’t implying what Magdalene thought she was. Except Sam leaned back against the desk even further, head slightly tilted to the side, those wicked eyes half-lidded, and Magdalene knew that it… It was exactly what her lover meant.

“Are you going to make me wait, Headmistress? Or are you going to do what you came here to do?”

Magdalene’s hands rose to her breasts, seemingly of their own volition. Her touch felt rough, unskilled as she plucked at the hardened nipples. Sam’s eyes narrowed farther. Magdalene could see her chest rise and fall faster, and the idea that her lover was this visibly aroused that she could not control her breathing made her swallow hard.

Not breaking eye contact, she slowly traced the lace of the corset downward where her drenched pussy was encased in nothing more than a sopping layer of silk and, without a second thought, tugged the panties down, exposing herself to Sam’s hungry gaze.

A loud exhalation was her reward when the thong fell to the floor, and the sound did unspeakable things to her as she slowly teased her own outer lips. Sam actually moaned, and Magdalene lowered her other hand and spread her legs a little more, giving her lover a better view.

She held herself open and delved between her wet folds. Sam’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, and Magdalene could not hold back her own moan. She had never done this, never touched herself in the presence of anyone else, but this… This was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. As she slowly circled her clit, all the while holding herself open to Sam’s ravenous stare, Magdalene feared that by the time her lover actually touched her, she would explode.

“Tell me…” Sam’s words broke through her reverie and their eyes met again, Magdalene’s fingers stroking faster now, that voice getting under her skin. She swallowed reflexively and licked her lips. Her breath was coming in harsh exhalations. How was she supposed to speak? How was she supposed to think when Sam was looking at her like this?

“Tell me, Headmistress. Tell me, what is it like to be fucking yourself for me?”

“Saaam…”

Sam was suddenly much closer, and Magdalene was instantly drunk on her body heat.

“Tell me how it feels, Headmistress or…” The eyes watched her with such raw power, that Magdalene was punch drunk.

“Or?” Magdalene trembled and nearly lost her gumption, or what little was left of it. Surely Sam would not make her leave. Surely…

“Or you will need to seek entertainment elsewhere, Headmistress.” The wicked voice whispered right in her ear, the breath caressing the skin so sensitive, it made her pussy clench again, and she heard herself speak almost as soon as Sam’s word died down in the quiet of the room.

“It fee… feels good, Sam.” She stumbled over the simple sentence and sensed Sam’s smile against the skin on her neck. Her fingers delved deeper, and Sam leaned back again, watching her.

She whimpered and Sam’s mouth parted, those beautiful eyes now almost entirely black, pupils blown. The thought that solely watching her touch herself did this to her lover was arousing beyond anything she had ever experienced.

“Tell me.” The sound was no more than a whisper.

“Ah…” Magdalene slid two fingers inside and her vision blurred. She would come any second. “It is so hot, Sam, you looking at me. To have your eyes on me as I touch myself. I want you to keep doing it. I want to come and I want you to watch, Sam.”

She knew she was technically breaking the rules of whatever game they were playing, because now she was the one who was powerful, since Sam’s gaze, her entire being, was focused on Magdalene’s fingers fucking her own pussy, and Magdalene realized she had gained the upper hand away, and that thought, that sly, seductive thought had her head spinning.

“What will you do when I come? When I fuck myself until I come screaming, Sam?”

She could actually hear Sam gritting her teeth, the sound jarring and yet so sensual, it had her trembling with such intensity, she thought she’d never climax. But the instant she lifted her eyes, Sam’s were staring directly into hers and she knew it was all over.

Within a second, Sam was on her knees, and before Magdalene registered what was happening, her hand was withdrawn from her pussy and Sam’s mouth was licking her essence off her fingers.

And then… Magdalene actually screamed before she had the presence of mind to bite her knuckles, because Sam began to devour her. Within a second of that first lick, she was coming, and then, a minute later, she was coming again, in waves so hard, she realized she was making a mess all over the floor, gushing, head thumping against the door, knees buckling. Only Sam’s strong hands held her upright while that mouth never let up until she was coming for the third time in probably as many minutes, her teeth leaving deep grooves on the skin of her hand.

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