Page 20 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Roz’s smirk deepened, her voice dripping with teasing command. “Oh yes. In those little panties of yours. I bet you’ve been wearing them all day, haven’t you?”
Sam squirmed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
Roz leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her gaze searing as she watched Sam. “Good,” she said softly. “But I think they should be a little wetter now, don’t you?”
Sam swallowed hard, her breathing uneven. “You…you do?”
Roz gave a slow, deliberate nod. “I do. Show me, baby. Show me how pretty you look. And touch yourself for me. Just a little. Let me see.”
Sam hesitated for only a moment before her trembling hands moved to the waistband of her pants. She slipped them down, revealing her simple lace panties, the fabric already damp. Roz’s eyes darkened, and she leaned back again, letting the moment stretch as Sam’s fingers brushed over the lace.
Roz’s gaze sharpened. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice like velvet. She stood and crossed the room, sitting beside Sam, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her. Roz’s lipsbrushed against Sam’s cheek as she whispered, “Touch yourself for me, baby. Show me how good you can be.”
Sam let out a soft whimper as her fingers moved over the lace, her breaths coming faster. Roz’s hand slid to Sam’s wrist, her grip firm but guiding, and she pressed Sam’s fingers against herself.
“I like showing you how to do it,” Roz said, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips grazing Sam’s ear. “How to make you feel so good. Better than you can on your own. I know exactly what you need…where…how fast.”
Sam shuddered under Roz’s touch, her body arching slightly. “Even though I’m touching myself, you’re in control,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “You’re making me feel so good.”
Roz smiled, wicked and confident. “Oh, I know I am. You’re mine right now, Sam. Completely mine.”
Her hand tightened on Sam’s wrist, guiding her movements, making them slower, deeper, more deliberate. “That’s it,” Roz purred. “Around in little circles. Then up and down. Just like that. Making those slutty panties wetter for me. My pretty, needy princess.”
Sam let out a soft, desperate moan, her body trembling as Roz’s control over her became absolute. Roz’s other hand slipped beneath Sam’s shirt, pushing it up to expose her breasts. She smiled as she saw Sam’s nipples, hard and aching. “Look at you,” Roz murmured. “Look at how your body reacts to me.”
Sam whimpered, her head falling back against the couch as Roz’s fingers teased her nipples, flicking and twisting with expert precision. Roz watched Sam’s body arch, drinking in every reaction, every sound.
“You’re so sensitive,” Roz whispered, her tone both teasing and possessive. “I could clamp these pretty nipples of yours, butI like being able to play with them. To twist them. To make you feel that little bite of pain.”
Sam gasped as Roz pulled on her nipples hard and slow, her hips bucking against her own hand as Roz’s grip on her wrist guided her movements faster.
“That’s it, baby,” Roz murmured. “Rub those pretty little panties just the way I want you to. Make that needy little body feel everything I decide you get.”
Sam’s breaths turned to moans, louder, more desperate, and Roz reveled in the sound, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. “You’re such a good little princess,” Roz purred. “My perfect, slutty sex toy.”
Sam’s body writhed under Roz’s control, her movements growing more frantic as the pressure built. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice raw. “Please, Roz…”
Roz leaned in, her lips brushing against Sam’s ear. “Make a mess for me,” she commanded softly. “Show me just how much you need me.”
Sam cried out, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her hips grinding against her hand under Roz’s firm control. Roz cupped her hand over Sam’s panties, holding her steady as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.
When it was over, Roz leaned back, her hand sliding gently along Sam’s thigh. “You look so pretty like this,” she said, her voice softening. She kissed Sam’s temple, brushing her lips over her flushed skin. “My perfect, pretty princess.”
Sam collapsed against Roz, her breath uneven as Roz wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. “It’s okay, baby,” Roz murmured. “I’ve got you.”
The room was quiet except for their breathing, Roz’s fingers tracing lazy circles on Sam’s back as she whispered soft reassurances. For now, control and surrender blurred in a way that left both of them completely undone, and utterly satisfied.
Roz had never felt this way before, completely untethered, raw, and unguarded. Sam kissed her like she was trying to unravel her, and for the first time, Roz let her.
Afterward, they lay tangled together on the couch, the room filled with the sound of their steadying breaths. Roz rested her head against Sam’s shoulder, her hand splayed across Sam’s chest. Sam’s fingers traced lazy circles on Roz’s arm, her touch gentle in contrast to the intensity of moments before.
“Your place suits you,” Sam said softly, breaking the silence.
Roz glanced up, her eyes meeting Sam’s. “You think?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied, her lips quirking into a small smile. “It’s warm…unexpected.”
Roz huffed a quiet laugh, her fingers absently brushing against Sam’s collarbone. “You’re saying I’m warm and unexpected?”
