Page 9 of Stained
Once she rejoined reality, even for the briefest second, Alicia leaned forward and moaned directly into Danica’s ear. This only incited her to take Alicia with faster, stronger thrusts.
“Fuck,” Alicia grunted, loud, succumbing to her own biological imperatives. Was it going to be over so soon? Alicia should have guessed. She needed to come now if she was going to have any chance. Danica didn’t care about her pleasure. That wasn’t regard for her desires as a finger on Danica’s other hand toyed with her rear slit, spreading apart her cheeks so her right-hand fingers could reach farther into her. Clearly, she got nothing out of Danica purring how hot, how wet, and how gloriously deep her fingers went. Nope. No way.
So why did it feel so fucking good?
“Come,” Danica commanded, torturing Alicia with deep but languid thrusts. Her fingers stilled within Alicia, but her thumb moved over her clit. One stroke.Twostrokes. “Now!”
Perhaps it was the urgency that made Alicia readily obey. For as soon as she heard that word, she climaxed unexpectedly, every new thrust taking her higher,higher, beyond what she thought was possible with another person and then down into the pits of pleasure.
“That’s it,” Danica grunted through Alicia’s stifled wails. “Take me and come.”
Alicia held onto Danica’s shoulders and thrust her own hips down, welcoming those curving fingers as deep as they could go, feeling every magnificent stroke turn her on even more. That perfume became synonymous with sexual pleasure. Those heavy breaths gave Alicia the energy she needed to ride out a long and demanding orgasm that wiped out her ability to perceive the world beyond the two of them. And that voice?Still commanding her to do this and that? It was everything she didn’t know she fantasized about when she touched herself beneath the covers of her bed.
Her feet touched the ground. Danica was out of her, those wet fingers brushing against Alicia’s leg.Don’t tell me it’s over.
Oh, no. She wasn’t getting away from Danica that easily.
“You had your fun.” She snatched Alicia’s wrist, pinning her against the wall and snarling in her ear, teeth nipping her skin and tongue daring to touch her cartilage.Yes… yes, that! Do it again!Alicia was officially lost to the demons of sex. “Now it’s time you take me the way I was meant to be taken. Don’t you agree, Ms. Colbert?”
She dared Danica to keep saying her name. Like that, no less. “Yes, ma’am.” They were going to go again? Oh, Danica hadn’t come yet? What a terrible thing! “Absolutely.”
“Don’t recall giving you permission to say that word, but I’ll let it slide for now.” Ms. Moreau hauled her to the abandoned couch and pushed her against it. “Synonyms are fine.”
Alicia fell against the couch, fingernails scraping the leather as she braced for balance. Her legs naturally spread, the flats of her feet the only things on her side when Danica grabbed her by the hair and pulled. A cry of pain and excitement burst from Alicia’s mouth. Ms. Moreau’s other hand wrapped around her face, petting her cheek and tickling the corner of Alicia’s mouth. “I like you, Ms. Colbert. You’re a sweet girl, yet not afraid of your spicier side. Look at how willingly you spread your legs for me. Someone like me could get used to this. Not every woman issoeager as you are. I need more like you in my life.”
Words. She was saying words.That’s nice.
“You make it so easy…” Those fingers penetrated her again as she bent over the back of the couch. Then pulled out again. Slightly in. All the way out. In. Out. Never deeper with each passing stroke – only pure torment on Danica’s part.I’m notprepared.Nor was Alicia prepared for the crackingsmack!of Danica’s hand against her ass.
Alicia yelped, hands grabbing the nearest pillow as she craned her head around and looked into those whirling eyes. Not a single piece of clothing had fallen from Danica’s body. Everything was still perfectly in place. Her jacket. Her jewelry. The buttons on her collared blouse. Those golden rings twinkling in the lights. The only thing betraying the fact that she was fucking some beautiful woman was her rolled-up sleeves, which gave her hands free passage to the hostess’s pussy. Not that Alicia could see them from this angle. They were invisible entities that surprised her every time they touched her.
“Whenever I pull your hair or tap your ass,” Danica began, pulling and tapping harder at the same time, “you get wetter. Now, how am I supposed to interpret that, Ms. Colbert?”
That wasn’t a yes or no question. Alicia wasn’t supposed to answer. Not verbally, anyway.You interpret that as meaning I’m drunk for you. Her orgasm had made damn well sure that she was ready for more of Ms. Moreau’s hard loving. One hand pulled her hair. The other held her hip against the couch. Alicia wasn’t going anywhere. She was going to take Danica the way she was meant to be taken, so help her God!
“I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Moan all you want, but that’s all I want to hear. That and your body acting as a conduit for my needs, Ms. Colbert. This is what you were meant to do all night. Take it. Now.”
It frightened Alicia how effortlessly Danica slammed into her. She had to splay her hands against the couch cushion, her breasts swaying freely, nipples grazing the top of a pillow. She was in Heaven, and she had no idea how to jump back down to Earth.
If she thought Danica showed her little mercy against the wall, she showed even less now. Every hard and heavy thrust hadAlicia shaking, shrieking, and shivering. One sound of pleasure after another told them that this was definitely meant to be. Oh, hell! When Danica let go of her hair long enough to pull Alicia’s hips farther back, every fucking inch of her fingers and a part of her hand filling space she didn’t know she had inside of her, Alicia cried out. Again. Again.Again. Danica was on a mission to appreciate every moment they had together.
“That’s it, Ms. Colbert.” Her voice had changed. Gone was the careful perfection. Now she was nothing but need.Shit. Alicia was about to come. “Don’t move. This is how I want you.”
This was how Alicia wanted it, too! Her hips slammed both against Danica and the couch. Her arms wrapped tightly around the cushion beneath her. Her naked breasts tickled the fringe of a pillow, every caress another explosion in her brain. She was going to come. Hard.Again.
Danica spanked her. Easy at first. Then harder, skin erupting in exquisite pain, and her inner walls bracing against those unrelenting fingers. Alicia was so estranged from reality by now that this was natural. Why wouldn’t a woman like her spank Alicia until she came?
Danica channeled the last moments of her strength into yanking Alicia’s dress and driving into her as far as the world allowed. Alicia released one long, agonizing cry as Danica stilled, every hedonistic grunt of theirs echoing in the room and coinciding with laughter in the boss’s throat. She gave Alicia one final spank. It sent them both over the edge.
Instead of panicking, Alicia closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Warm. Warmer. Hot. Caressing her body. Her inner walls. Her core. Filling her until she understood what Ms. Moreau truly meant about taking her the way she was meant to be taken. It wouldn’t have been the same if she had used her mouth or another position. Alicia was meant to feelthistonight.
The power. The suggestion. Theforce.
Don’t. Stop. Ever.
Alicia’s brain registered it as an eternity. In truth, it was probably a mere ten seconds of utter bliss. The growl of satisfaction rippling through them both was pureDanica. Everything was her now.
Alicia found herself in a most compromising position as she came to. Danica noticed the moment she blinked away the fog of sex and readjusted herself accordingly. She leaned against the back of the couch while Alicia fought for her lost bearings.
