Nina side-glanced at Billie. “Sometimes.”
“Mm.” Billie pinned her assistant with her stare. “They shouldn’t. Expectations lead to disappointment.”
Nina frowned. “Is everything all right?”
“Of course. You worry too much.”
“I just—” Nina stood up straight, fidgeting with the edge of the tablet as her eyes flicked down then back up again.
“You just…what?”
“You seem different.” Nina cleared her throat. “You haven’t wanted me recently…”
That one sentence hung in the air between them.
Billie’s gaze lifted slowly. “Excuse me?”
Nina faltered. “I just meant?—”
“I know what you meant.” Billie’s tone cut clean through the room. She rose from her chair and pressed her hands to the desk. “And I think you’ve forgotten your place.”
Nina’s cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. I just noticed?—”
“That’spreciselythe problem. You noticed.”
As Nina took a step back, Billie took one closer.
“You don’t ask me about what I want,” Billie said, her voice low. “You do as you’re told.”
Nina swallowed. “Yes, Miss Brown.”
That should have settled it, it usually did, but the echo of her name in Nina’s voice scraped against something raw inside Billie. She wanted to correct it, to reclaim that equilibrium that used to come so easily, but her composure slipped just a fraction…enough for Nina to see it.
“You’re angry,” Nina said. “Not with me, though.”
Billie’s jaw clenched. “Enough.” She brought her hands to her belt buckle and forced it open. “Come here.” Nina’s probing questions had only amplified the ache between her thighs, the desperate hunger for Debra that she’d been punishing herself over all week. She needed release, and she needed to reclaim her dominance before it slipped further. “You think you can read me? Analyse me?” Billie lifted a brow, almost smiling when Nina trembled and flushed. “Get on your knees and make your mouth useful.”
“Yes, Billie.” Nina sank to the floor. “Whatever you need.”
“In future…” Billie forced her pants and boxer shorts down her legs, exposing her slick pussy. The cool air hit her skin, her clit throbbing as she spread her lips, and Nina shuffled closer on her knees. “The only time you open your mouth is if it’s to please me.”
Nina’s tongue darted out immediately, eagerly lapping at Billie’s pussy. She traced her soaked lips and gathered her arousal before flattening her tongue to drag upwards in long, steady strokes. Billie’s hips jerked at the first contact, a low moan escaping her despite her lingering frustration.
“That’s it.” Billie hurtled towards the edge, her voice rough with the pleasure thrumming in her veins. “Deeper. Use your mouth like you mean it.”
Nina hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through Billie. She sucked her swollen clit between her lips, tugging gently before releasing it with a wet pop, then plunged her tongue inside. Nina’s rhythm was as flawless as always—lap, suck, thrust—her hands prying Billie’s thighs wider, holding her open as she devoured her.
“Harder,” Billie demanded, grinding down against Nina’s face. “God, your tongue feels…fuck, keep going.”
Nina pulled back and smiled. “I’ve missed this.”
Billie shoved Nina’s head back into place, her frustration peaking even as pleasure coiled low in her belly. The interruption fuelled her anger, but it also intensified the edge of her impending release, her pussy dripping more arousal onto Nina’s chin. Nina dove back in without another word, her mouth working relentlessly as she circled her clit with rapid flicks.
Then Nina pushed two fingers inside Billie, and her eyes slammed shut.
She rocked harder, chasing the building pressure, her chest heaving with each thrust. It was all so precise and so obedient, the tension unravelling thread by thread, but as her orgasm rushed towards the edge, that image invaded her mind all over again. Nina’s face morphed into Debra’s, those soft, forbidden lips wrapping around her clit, sucking with a hunger that mirrored Billie’s secret cravings. Debra’s tongue thrusting inside her, lapping up every drop as if she owned Billie’s body.
“Debra,” Billie gasped, her name tearing free in a broken cry. Her body seized, her walls pulsing wildly as she came hard, soaking Nina’s mouth. She bucked through the waves, riding the fantasy until she stumbled back into her chair, spent andseethingwith the weight of her slip. “Get out.”
