I slowly moved my gaze back up at her, taking in glowing skin and thin black fabric. Her grim expression softened slightly when she saw my tears, briefly replaced by guilt.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Are you?”
She didn’t answer. “Get up,” was all she said.
The command in her voice sent a thrill through me. I stumbled to my feet like my body was wired to obey her, fingers tangling in the loose fabric around her hips to steady myself. Her gaze darkened when I heard the faint sound of something tearing. A rush of excitement ran through me when I glanced down at my hand, a small tear in her dress revealing a glimpse of luscious leg.
Before I could do anything else, her hand slipped between my legs. A sharp gasp left me when her fingers brushed over my soaked panties.
“My god,” she muttered, back to that sultry, mocking voice that made my legs weak. “Look at that, all ready for me.”
I firmly pressed my lips together, trying not to make a sound while my face burned.
Zafyra hooked her fingers behind my panties and slid them down before throwing them aside. I shivered from the cool air over my bare skin.
I gasped when she finally,finallyentered me with two fingers, easily sliding them all the way in. My body instantly gripped them tightly, clenching without my permission.
She started moving them agonizingly slowly – drawing quiet, helpless sounds from my mouth. My hand entangled in her now messy curls while the other slid around her waist, gripping her dress again in a subtle attempt to tear it further and reveal more of her.
“That’s right,” she sighed out in my ear, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Let me hear how much you need this.”
“Zafyra,” I forced out. I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I needed to be upfront with her, so she wouldn’t be offended or hurt like some of my bed partners had been. She stilled her movements, slightly pulling back to meet my eyes.
“I’ve never come with another person,” I confessed, my cheeks heating. “My body just… doesn’t do that. So I want you to know… it’s not you.”
“Oh, darling,” she murmured, a smirk spreading over her face. “You thought you were allowed to come tonight?”
My breath hitched. My walls clenched around her fingers so hard at those words, I almost thought I was about to come right there – but then she pulled out her fingers.
“You don’t decide when you get to come,” she hissed, pulling back a fistful of my hair again. I whimpered softly in pain and arousal. “I do – and I won’t let you come until I’m satisfied.”
I nodded eagerly, breathing heavily through parted lips. The softness behind her dark eyes made my legs weak. I knew she was edging me for her own satisfaction, not for me – and somehow, it was exactly what I needed. She craved my obsession with her as much as I did.
“Good.” Zafyra smirked as she let go of my hair, then gently placed her hand on my head in the same movement. “Now get on your knees.”
Her hand lightly pressed down. I needed no more encouragement as my knees gave way underneath me, making me wince at the cold hard floor.
My hands trembled as they made their way up her legs, tightly gripping the soft flesh and pushing the torn fabric aside. I looked up questioningly, as if asking for permission.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her hand entangling in my hair again. “Go on,” she whispered, voice trembling slightly. “Please me.”
My heart raced faster in anticipation when I gathered the front of her dress and pushed up the thin fabric. She took it from me with her free hand to lift it at the waist. I firmly bit my lip when I saw she was naked underneath – wet and ready for me.
“Do you ever wear underwear?” I tried to say it jokingly, but the tremble in my voice betrayed me.
She chuckled. “Not around you.”
I closed my eyes when I pressed my lips to the inside of her thighs. Exhaling deeply, I tried to make out a smell – but once again, there was none. Not even when I moved up to place a slow, reverent trail of kisses on her thighs, each one longer and wetter than the last. I savored the way her breath quickened, how her grip on my hair tightened, but all that entered my nostrils was fresh air, the dusty molecules of her dress, and heat that grew thicker as I moved higher.
The absence of smell was as strange as it was pleasant – it allowed me to focus on her pleasure without getting distracted, but I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, she had no smell because she was modeled not to overwhelm me.
The thought was so devastating, I pushed it aside by pressing my lips against her clit.
I felt her sharp inhale deep down in my body. Keeping my eyes closed, I flicked my tongue over her clit in slow, barely-there circles, paying close attention to how her voice hitched and lowered, letting her guide me, teach me how to please her without words.
If there was a taste, I couldn’t describe it as anything other than neutral. Just heat, soft and wet – the kind that didn’t overwhelm me, but calmed me. I could stay on my knees for hours in this blessed position between her legs, and I felt like I was made for her as much as she was made for me.
