A Break in Communications

Chapter 11

Anna

I didn’t recover the whole day, not that Lucy gave me a lot of opportunities to. We sat next to each other at the gatherings, and she’d put a hand on my thigh—nothing overt, nothing explicit, but it would make my mind take off into that place where I couldn’t pull it back—or she’d corner me in the hall between events in the family schedule, where it was just the two of us, and when I’d try to give her a smart comment, she’d laugh and pin me against the wall and kiss me, and I’d break instantly, kissing her back and going with all of it and missing it when she pulled away again.

So when the sun set and we finished a dinner where Lucy’s hand sat on my thigh for most of it—fingertips teasing lightly along the inside of my thigh and making it impossible to focus on my meal—and she crept her hand higher all through dessert, until I was nursing an espresso staring down into the dark surface of it trying not to show any reactions as Lucy’s hand was fully up my dress and her fingertips danced along the line between my thigh and my hip—when Mom looked around and told us with so many tired faces here we needed to get to bed, and she looked at me and told me my old bedroom was all set up for me and Lucy, I felt like my heart would burst just thinking about it.

“I can help clean up,” I managed to say, and Lucy took her hand off my thigh, and just when I’d thought maybe I had it together, she took one finger that had just been inches away from my underwear and used it to swipe up a bit of whipped cream from her dessert plate, sucking it off her fingertip. Not even looking at me—effortlessly casual—but it turned my mind to static. Oblivious to the whole scene, Mom waved me off.

“No, Veronica, please. You’re always working. Your girlfriend too. I just want you both to get rest.”

I was so distracted with Lucy that I didn’t even notice she’d called me the wrong name until Veronica stood up and said, “Oh, sweet, I’m out then?”

“What?” Mom looked at her, but I didn’t get the chance to follow the rest, because Lucy stood up, slipping her hand into mine and meeting my gaze.

“C’mon, baby girl. You do need some rest.”

I swallowed, but I tried my best to put on my serious, unbothered face. “Fine,” I said. “Thanks, Mom.”

We were the first ones to get upstairs, and up to the door to my old bedroom, where I’d barely gotten inside before Lucy wrapped her arms around me from behind again, kicking the door shut. I’d hoped maybe I’d be able to say something like what do you want here, what are you after, or maybe just something to put her down like stay off of me, I don’t want that, but all of that faded away and I couldn’t make myself lie—I wanted Lucy’s hands all over me, and I was too heated in the wild flush of the moment to be embarrassed by it right now. I turned my neck to meet her, and she caught me with no hesitation, pressing her lips to mine and kissing hot and deep straightaway, giving me exactly what I needed.

“Lucy…” I heard myself murmuring her name once she pulled away, hovering just short of my lips, and maybe I should have been embarrassed. She smiled, cracking her eyes to meet mine.

“Anna?”

I bit my lip. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t push her away… “What… what are you…”

“Ah, yes. I told you I’d tell you later what I was after.” She moved down and kissed the base of my neck, and I moaned, lolling my head to give her more access. Her hand moved up my body… I put a hand on hers, feeling it move up, anticipation building until it felt like I’d explode when she finally slipped it up over my breast and cupped it.

They were so—sensitive. I’d always been sensitive there, but everything was turned up to a hundred this time, just the feeling of her hand on my breast electric without her touching my nipple, without her even moving.

I shuddered with a low moan when I felt her tongue touch my neck, and she licked, slowly, up the length of my neck to kiss just below my ear, and she whispered into my ear, “What I’m after… is you. Your pretty face… and your perfect body.”

I bit my lip hard, arousal flooding through me. Every part of me wanted to give in, to be a good little girl and nod meekly, tell her she could do what she wanted with me, but I needed to… I couldn’t… I swallowed. “I don’t think… you could take it,” I managed, and she laughed, a low, husky sound in my ear.

“I can,” she whispered. “And you’re going to ask me to. Going to beg me to.”

God —I bristled, or I wished I could say I did, but it was a flare of molten arousal through me instead, my legs quivering. “I will… do no such thing,” I mumbled.

“Hm. Let’s see about that.” She moved her fingers over my breast, massaging sensitive skin, and I almost buckled immediately, feeling my face so hot I got dizzy, legs almost giving out under me. “I’ll just stay right here… just like this,” she said, teasing her thumb over my nipple, and I gasped, my breath getting harder, heavier, “until you ask me for more.”

“L-Lucy—”

“Yes, darling?”

I bit my lip. I couldn’t find a snarky reply… not with her hand tenderly massaging my breast, her thumb playing with my nipple. I’d stumble, fall into the wall if it weren’t for her holding me up, strong arms keeping me pulled back into her, just her… plaything… to fondle and do what she liked with…

I needed her so badly. Needed her to strip my dress off, get her hands into my bra, play with me. Make me her good girl. I’d do anything she asked, at this point, where her hand kept playing with me, the rippling pleasure rolling out from my nipple eroding everything else. I felt like I’d break when she moved her other hand up, and I whimpered as she cupped both of my breasts at once, thumbs working over both nipples, an irresistible feeling even through my dress and my bra. I gripped tightly at the end table next to the plush tartan bedsheets that looked so incredibly alluring now—a perfect bedspread for her to lay me out and fuck me into—and I poured everything I had into my last few drops of willpower not to say anything, not to beg her to strip me and fuck me.

But she broke me—she moved her hand up and reached into my neckline, and I broke out with a cry of Lucy that crackled on my lips as she slipped her hand into my bra, cradling my breast in one hand. The bare touch, direct to my skin—the slight pressure of her fingers pressing into me, and one fingertip touching lightly over my nipple—I let out a loud, obscene moan, and I arched into her, grinding my hips backwards against hers.

“Mm,” she growled, flicking her fingertip over my nipple. “God, that’s good. You’re turning me on so much.”

That should have been awful, should have been… so many things… I didn’t know what anymore. All I knew was that Lucy was getting turned on playing with my breasts, and it made me feel so good I felt like I’d forget my own name. “Do you… like… them?”

“So perfect,” she whispered, taking my nipple between two fingers and rolling it lightly, and I heard myself breathing harder, panting, grinding my hips back against her without meaning to. “So soft and full and so… sensitive…” she whispered, dropping her voice more and more until it was just a husky breath in my ear saying that word sensitive that made it all so much more, and I gasped, groaned—squirmed under her touch.

“Lucy—”

“Do you want my mouth here, Anna?”

“Yes—” I blurted it out before my mind could think it, every part of me aching for her. “Please, yes—”

“Beg for it, Anna,” she growled, and I gasped, my hips rocking back against hers.

“Please—Lucy, please, please, please—”

“Tell me you’ll do anything I want—”

“ Please, I’ll do anything, anything at all, just please take me—” I couldn’t even remember why I hadn’t been begging. I’d beg, get on my knees, do anything she wanted, be her good girl, be a little fuck doll for her. Give her my body, give her my hands, my mouth, anything she wanted.

“Good girl.” It shot a bolt of arousal through me—I’d never thought I was like this, but I think I hadn’t existed before this—she took her hand off me, and I felt like I’d die without it, but she wasted no time stripping my dress off me and taking off my bra, spinning me around and shoving me against the side of the bed, and she hooked her fingers under the band of my underwear, sliding them down. I nodded breathlessly, every inch of clothing unbearable, needing her to have me naked in front of her ready to serve her, and she hadn’t even finished dropping them to the floor before she bent down and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking lightly.

It felt like she’d suck my soul out of my body—like nothing existed except that electric feeling of her perfect tongue on my nipple, teasing it—and I must have made a noise, because she moved up and put a hand over my mouth, catching the sound.

“Shh,” she whispered, looking me in the eye, holding her hand over my mouth, a glint in her eyes as she moved down, slowly, back to lick once, slowly, along my nipple. “We have to be quiet, Anna. Be a good girl.”

“Mm.” I didn’t know why we had to be quiet, but if she said we did, then we did. Of course she was right…

I rolled my head back and worked to suppress the noises I made as she sucked my nipple, flicking her fingers over the other one, working on and on and on, lavishing my breasts with so much attention… I’d never dreamed they could make Lucy feel so good, and I’d never felt so sexy before. I felt it coiling up inside me, the pleasure, the heat, the electricity, like I could come just from her mouth on my nipple. I almost wanted to whimper for her to slow down, not make me come before she’d even touched me—wanted to touch myself, where I could feel the cool air of the room against my wetness—but I wouldn’t, not without her permission.

She came up from my breasts leaving me tingling through every inch, and she pressed a fierce kiss against my lips, her tongue diving into my mouth, ravaging me as she took my hands and moved them to the front of her pants—I worked them open like it was all I’d ever existed for, unbuttoned and unzipped, and I was starting to pull them down when she took my hand and shoved it down into her pants instead, making my whole body tingle.

“You feel how wet you make me,” she murmured, pulling away just far enough from my lips to speak. I moaned, quietly, feeling my fingers along her underwear, feeling her wetness pooling there in the front of the fabric. It sent electricity through me, that numbing pleasure knowing I’d made her feel good—that I was doing a good job—that I was a good girl.

“I’ll do anything to make you feel good…”

“Good girl, Anna,” she whispered, looking me in the eyes, and I felt like I could come just from hearing her say my name like that. “You’re going to make me feel so good. Going to let me use this pretty little body and get myself off on you, aren’t you?”

I nodded, numbly, legs quivering. She bit her lip, smiling hungrily at me. Hungry… like she needed this, needed me. I wanted her to take everything she wanted. “Yes… ma’am.”

“Good girl. That’s right, I’m in charge here.” She pushed me back onto the bed, and I went readily, sprawling out over the surface, and she took my thighs and spread them wider, wrapping my legs around her as she stood over me at the edge of the bed, haloed in the glow of the ceiling light, towering over me. She pulled her pants and underwear down, just enough to press her bare skin up against my sex, gripping my thighs and grinding on my wetness, and I arched my back at the jolt of pleasure, only remembering at the last instant I was being a good girl and being quiet. I muffled the cry into pursed lips as best I could, and Lucy licked her lips, looking me over as she ground her hips against me.

“You’re so pretty spread out like this,” she said, voice low. “Just a dirty, needy little toy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes—please—yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips with hers, seeking friction, seeking her.

“Good girl. You need to get this pussy fucked, don’t you?”

“ Please. Yes, please, anything, I’ll do anything.”

She bit her lip, moving a hand along my thigh until it was just above my pussy, teasing there just close enough I could feel it vibrate into my clit. “Anything at all?”

“Anything.”

She slipped her fingers down through my folds, once, quickly, and I gasped, my hips quivering after her as she took her hand away and pulled her pants and her underwear down together. “Then you’re going to lick my pussy,” she said, stepping out of her pants and climbing up onto her knees in bed, straddling me, stripping off her shirt and her bra too as she went, and I felt my breath hitch—couldn’t take my eyes off her, the short dark-blonde curls on her skin around her center, around her perfect pussy… “Let me fuck your face and your pussy at the same time until I come all over you.”

I moaned involuntarily, nodding fast enough I felt dizzy, and I licked my lips as she moved up to straddle my face, hovering above me. “Yes—of course—anything at all—”

“Good girl.” She reached her hand back between my legs, and I arched against her, letting her slip her fingers up along my slit, teasing my clit, flooding me with pleasure as she gripped my hair and lowered herself onto my face. I felt like I could die here—like this overwhelming sense of pleasure was more than I could take, her fingers playing with me, getting me ready to take her, as she pressed her pussy into my mouth. Her taste, the feeling of her wetness—I took her readily, sucking her clit, looking up into her eyes as I pressed my tongue against her entrance, letting her have me, letting her grind on me—letting her fuck my face.

I was so wet, it didn’t take her long to go further, pushing a finger inside me, sinking deep inside and crooking, touching me where I most needed her, and she added a second not long after. I felt fully satisfied, so thoroughly fucked—getting my mouth and my pussy used at the same time, stuffed full however Lucy wanted—I felt my whole body quiver, trembling with the way she fucked me, how she gripped at my hair and ground her pussy against me, and I wanted to scream from how fucking good it was, the way she deconstructed my whole body, but I couldn’t do anything except muffle cries of pleasure against her wetness, against where she was taking me, getting herself off on me.

I didn’t last long—I was helpless to convey to her that I was getting close, and she went at a furious pace, fucking me relentlessly, and even though I tried to keep it down, I couldn’t stop it, and I quivered as an orgasm exploded through me, trembling out to my toes and my fingertips where I gripped tighter at her hips, squeezing my eyes shut and sucking harder on her pussy, and I let her ride my face through the hardest I’d ever come in my life, my whole body racked with the trembles of the orgasm. She slowed as I came down, moving her fingers tenderly inside me with just the right rhythm for how sensitive I was, and when she came up off of me, I gripped her hips and pulled her back down, burying my face between her legs while I recovered.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathed, rolling her head back, grinding her hips against me. “You’re so fucking good with your tongue… going to make me come all over your face.”

I nodded eagerly, gripping tight at her and muffling mm, mm-hm begging for her release in my mouth, and she picked up the pace fucking me again as my mouth pushed her higher. I was moving my hips with the rhythm again, fucking myself on her hand, as she growled that she was getting close, and I worked my mouth faster against her as she moved in a feverish rhythm.

“Good girl, Anna…” She caressed her thumb over my cheek, looking down at me with sweat dripping from her breasts onto the bed. “Going to… come on your fucking face like the pretty little fuck doll you are now, Anna.”

I nodded, desperately, as fast as I could, and she didn’t make me wait too much longer, thank god—I felt her muscles tighten as she ground her hips harder against me, and I moaned against her pussy as she came, hard, clit throbbing under my mouth.

She kept going—it felt so good getting thoroughly fucked while she was coming on my face—and by the time she was coming back down, breathing hard and her face flushed, I felt like I was getting close again already. She bit her lip, looking down at where I slowed the pace, teasing my tongue over her clit.

“That’s it—good girl,” she gasped. “Mm—you do such a good job licking my pussy, Anna.”

“Mm…” I pulled back just enough to speak with my lips against her. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Fuck, you’re such a turn-on. Look at how your pussy is still so wet…” She picked up the pace, fucking harder, and I moaned as she spoke. “You want to come again, Anna?”

“Yes—please.” I couldn’t not say it. I was her good girl. I’d answer anything honestly.

“Good girl. Spread your legs wide and let me taste you,” she said, sliding off of me and down to the floor by the bed, and before I could even process it, she had her face buried against me, sending delirious heat spiking through me, the pleasure explosive in me.

“Oh—Lucy—”

“Not too loud, now. Be a good girl.”

“Mm—” I clasped a hand over my mouth, moaning hard as her tongue worked over my pussy, taking me, using me, doing whatever she wanted with me—

God, I couldn’t hold it in for another second. I wanted to stay there, wanted to keep feeling Lucy’s perfect tongue on me, wanted to let her suck on me and take what she wanted from me, but I couldn’t help it—I squirmed trying so hard not to come, but her tongue on my clit ripped an orgasm up out of me, exploding on her face, and I arched against the bed, giving in and letting my body throb and thrum through the sensation, aching with the pleasure of it, desperate to give her everything she wanted, everything, no matter what. Her little fuck toy. Her good girl, her pretty princess.