Page 88 of The Stolen Kingdom

But it wasn’t enough. Maris wanted more.

She tangled her fingers tighter in Valda’s hair, pulling her closer, urging her to consume every part of her. Valda obliged without hesitation, nuzzling deeper. Each flick, each press, each stroke drove Maris to the edge, leaving her gasping for air.

Turning her head to the side, Maris caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror. Her breath hitched. The reflection showed her flushed body, the desperate grip of her thighs around Valda’s head, and Valda’s dark hair spilling over her.

Then Valda paused, her glistening lips breaking contact just enough to smirk at the reflection.

Her honey-colored eyes burned as they locked with Maris’s in the mirror. “Enjoying the show?” Valda asked.

“Hush.” Maris laughed and pushed Valda’s face back between her thighs. “You are not allowed to speak until you are done.”

Before she could finish talking, Valda’s deep rumbling chuckle coursed through her. The vibration flowed through her, settling on the tightness of her lower stomach just as Valda parted her lips and closed them over her clit. Her hands lost their grip on Valda’s hair as she melted in the chair. Maris’s labored pants and soft mewls overpowered Valda’smoans. Maris turned again to face the mirror, watching how focused Valda was on making her lose herself in the ecstasy of her mouth.

“Va— Valda!” She shuddered, her ass hanging lower from the edge. Her position became bothersome, but Valda’s mouth worked wonders. Seeing her from the mirror added to the debauchery and excitement. Then Valda shifted her position and raised her gaze to lock with Maris’s in the mirror again. A dark smirk stretched over her mouth as she flicked her tongue over Maris’s sensitive clit one last time before she pulled away.

Maris’s desperate cry amused Valda, especially with her sad attempt to get her back between her thighs. Valda did not budge, and Maris realized that this woman, this insanely strong woman, was playing along with her game. She could change the roles anytime she wanted to.

Valda picked her up from the chair before she sat down on it. She then settled Maris on her lap, wrapping a powerful arm across her chest. Her palm pressed firmly over Maris’s collar bone while the other spread her legs open. When Maris gathered her senses, she found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. The lewd image burned into her mind. She could see her legs spread out obscenely, her wetness evident on the skin of the inside of her thighs.

“Look,” Valda whispered against Maris’s ear. “Look at yourself. Do you see what I see?”

Maris whimpered, unable to tear her eyes away from the mirror. Her body trembled in Valda’s hold, her heart pounding against the muscular arm that bound her.

“What do you see?” Valda asked again, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath Maris’s ear. Her hand on Maris’s chest shifted slightly, fingertips grazing her throat in a silent reminder of her control.

Maris swallowed hard. “I see… myself,” she whispered.

“And?” Valda’s hand slid lower, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

“And…” Maris bit her lip, her gaze flicking to the reflection of Valda’s honeyed eyes, darkened with hunger and something deeper. “I seeyourSeashell.”

Valda’s breath hitched, her smirk softening. “That’s right,” she murmured, her grip tightening as her hand began its journey lower. “Mine. Always mine.”

Valda pressed her lips to Maris’s neck, and for a moment, she could feel the other woman trembling.

“Gorgeous,” Valda whispered, her eyes never leaving the mirror before them. “Perfect…” she added, her hand cupping Maris’s pussy. “I already played your silly game. You wanted me to submit. I did, I begged. Now I want to hear that pretty little mouth doing the same thing for me.”

Maris nodded desperately as Valda’s thick, long digits rubbed the already sensitive skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as Valda gathered some wetness in her opening and rubbed it against her clit. Her gasp was loud, and she felt Valda’s smile pressing on her neck, yet she couldn’t watch herself take it. Maris’s face was already burning red. Seeing her reflection would undo her.

“Open your eyes, Seashell. See how well you take me,” Valda commanded against the curve of her ear, the skin of her neck and shoulder prickling with goosebumps.

Maris opened her eyes long enough to see Valda’s finger slip inside of her opening, and with it came the delicious stretch and fullness only her hand could bring. Valda’s big hands were a gift from the gods, and it didn’t matter how many fingers Maris used to touch herself in Valda’s absence. It didn’t hold a candle to Valda’s hands.

If one finger was enough to make her feel full, when Valda added another, she couldn’t help but lean her head against the other woman’s broad shoulder and moan, her eyes shut, her body melting into her stronger one.

“I swear to Ouranos, if you don’t open your eyes and watch yourself take me, I will stop right now and leave your cunt sopping wet.”

Fuck.

Maris opened her eyes, her gaze lost, staring at the ceiling above her until Valda’s other hand clamped around her jaw and forced her to face forward. If the first image of her was lewd, this one was simply lascivious. Valda slowly pumped her fingers inside her and breathed her need against her neck while rocking her hips against Maris with the same rhythm as her hand. For a second, their eyes locked, and Valda gifted her an open-mouthed smile.

“That’s my good girl. Always following her queen’s order. Such a good girl.”

Maris panted at Valda’s praises. The shift of dynamics left her breathless, exposed, and sensitive. Each stroke of the other woman’s hand, each grind of their bodies together, stoked the fire of her orgasm, pushing her to the edge. Maris held on to Valda’s strained forearm while clutching her black hair and guiding her to press her mouth to her neck. She couldn’t peel away her gaze from the mirror as she took in how her body moved against Valda’s and how her lover devoured her neck and fucked her with her fingers.

“Look how pretty you look opened up for me…” Valda gasped, pulling her fingers out just enough to give her wet pussy a firm slap. “This is where you belong, Seashell.” Valda breathed, “Wrapped around my fingers,” she slipped her digits again. “On my tongue, over my body, open for me.” Valda shuddered and curled her fingers, hooking them to the front walls of Maris’s cunt. “I want you to look at yourself when you come all over my fingers. Ingrain that image in your mind.”

“Valda, darling,” Maris whimpered, biting her lower lip to control her broken cries.

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