Thirteen Hours (22 page)

So fast it left her breathless, Dana reached up and gripped her wrists, slamming them onto the mattress above her head. Dana shifted her whole body on top of Laurel’s and held her down on the bed.

“Are you refusing me?” she whispered into her ear.

“No.” Laurel struggled out of the hold. Her clit throbbed.

“No, I’m not refusing?” Dana asked. “Or no, I’m not a slut who needs a good, hard fuck?” She forced a denim-clad leg between Laurel’s thighs.

Laurel bucked against her, marveling at her own wetness. “I’m not refusing.”

“Then why are you struggling?”

“I’m…just…” Laurel whimpered, moving against Dana’s thigh. “Please, Dana.”

“Please what?” Dana tightened her grip on Laurel’s wrists. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me to fuck you.”

Laurel shook her head. “I want it,” she said.

Dana grinned and transferred both wrists to one hand. Her grip was less severe, but Laurel wasn’t going anywhere. She shifted to the side, lying next to Laurel’s prone body. Bringing one hand down to hover above Laurel’s abdomen, she said, “Spread your legs wider.”

Laurel obeyed. She felt like a whore, spread so wide, and she experienced a renewed flood of arousal at the thought.

“I wonder what I could do to get you wetter.” Dana brought her hand down to give Laurel’s pussy a gentle, teasing slap.

The contact sent an electric shock wave of sensation throughout Laurel’s body, originating from her erect clit. Hot juices dribbled down the crack of her ass, a shameful testament to her pleasure.

“You feel awfully wet,” Dana said
.
“Do you like having your pussy smacked, too?”

Laurel writhed. Tears stung at her eyes, an instinctive reaction to the taunt. She struggled with her instinct to close her trembling thighs, but faltered and trapped Dana’s hand between them.

Dana released Laurel’s wrists and slapped at her left thigh, hard.

“Open. Your. Legs,” she ground out.

Undone by her stern tone and the intractable set of her jaw, Laurel obeyed, easing her thighs apart.

“Spread them wide like the little slut you are,” Dana said. She chuckled a little, breaking character for a split second. Laurel brought her hands down and tried to cover her tender labia. She looked deep into Dana’s sparkling eyes, searching for the love she knew she would find there.

“You look beautiful right now,” Dana murmured. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there.” Her gaze was tender, urging Laurel to do as she said.

Laurel raised her arms and grasped the headboard with both hands.

She could feel her entire body shaking. She had never felt so out of control—and so in love—in her life.

Dana combed the backs of her fingertips through the trimmed thatch of hair between Laurel’s thighs, and slipped down to rub her clit.

“I love the look on your face when you’re not sure if something hurts or feels good.”

Laurel bit her lip when Dana began playing with her pussy. She stroked up and down her lips, tugging on the short hairs there, then slipped inside and traced the edges of her swollen pink folds. Laurel’s hips pumped against the deliberate touch.

After a moment, Dana drew back and gave her a gentle pat between the legs. Her fingers ground wetly against Laurel’s clit, and Laurel cried out.

Dana reached up and covered Laurel’s mouth with the palm of her hand. “Quiet, little girl. Do you want the neighbors to know how bad you are?”

Laurel groaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. She didn’t know how Dana had guessed what being forced to keep quiet would do to her, but she was enjoying every second of this game. She could feel the pads of Dana’s fingers slip-sliding over her clit. Laurel moaned and got louder when Dana pressed her hand even more firmly over her mouth.

“Everyone is going to hear what a slut you are for me.” Dana seized Laurel’s distended clit between her fingertips. “Do you want people to know what you let me do to you?”

Laurel bucked her hips.
God, Dana, stick something inside me.

She ground her pelvis against her lover’s hand, keening in desperation.

Rub something! Anything!

All at once Dana retreated. She took her hands off Laurel’s body and sat back. Laurel continued to grip the headboard. Her fingers felt locked.

“You can let go of that, baby,” Dana said. “I want you to show me how wet you are.”

Biting her lip, Laurel slid her hands over her belly, between her legs. She hesitated, fingertips resting on her slippery inner thighs.

“It’s mine. Show it to me.”

Laurel spread herself with her fingers, feeling a flush rise on her face and chest. She watched Dana appraise her with interested eyes.

She knew she was as wet as Dana had ever seen her.

“Do you like showing me your pussy?”

I thought she was shy about talking dirty!
Laurel’s mouth fell open a little. “Yes,” she breathed.

“You want me inside?”

“Yes,” Laurel said, more loudly this time. Her face burned at how wanton she felt.

Without warning or preamble, Dana entered her with a single finger, in one smooth thrust. Laurel moaned and arched her back in appreciation. She kept her hands still, holding herself open.

“You want me to fuck you until you come, don’t you?” Dana pulled out, then pushed back inside. “You’ve been waiting for this since the moment I put you over my knee.”

“Yes,” Laurel repeated. She was prepared to say anything to keep Dana’s finger moving.

But instead, Dana pulled out. And climbed off the bed.

Laurel planted her elbows on the bed and propped herself up. She stared at Dana, unable to believe she would leave her like this. “Where are you going?”

Dana stood at the side of the bed, smiling in amusement. She took Laurel’s upper arm in her hand, pulling her into a sitting position.

“You’re being punished. So you get to make me come first.”

Like that’s punishment.
Laurel nodded as Dana guided her shaking hands to the button on her blue jeans. “What do you want me to do?”

Dana pulled off her T-shirt. “Take off my jeans,” she said. “And then I want you on your knees beside the bed. You’re going to suck me off.”

Laurel fumbled with Dana’s zipper, not only because she was too excited to be smooth, but also to excite that part of Dana that she could see getting off on their dynamic of dominance and submission. She eased the tab down, then tugged her lover’s jeans over her hips and thighs.

Dana stepped out of her jeans and wound her fingers in Laurel’s hair. Pulling Laurel’s face to the crotch of her lavender panties, she growled, “You want this pussy, don’t you?”

Laurel nodded. The cotton was damp against her nose and lips, and Dana’s scent hung heavily in the air. Her mouth watered for a taste.

“Please.”

“Kiss it.”

Laurel pursed her lips and kissed the spot over Dana’s clit. She pressed forward slightly, nudging Dana with her nose.

Exhaling shakily, Dana tugged on her hair. “Take a little taste.”

Laurel poked her tongue out and licked over Dana’s panties, sampling her through the thin material. Taking a chance, she hooked her fingertip in the crotch of the panties, pulling it to the side. This time, she was able to slide her tongue along bare flesh.

Dana pulled on her hair, forcing Laurel’s face away from the space between her thighs. With her free hand, she gripped Laurel’s arm and guided her onto the floor. “On your knees, little girl.”

Laurel settled on the carpet, turning to face the bed. Dana tugged her underwear down and kicked them away carelessly. She sat on the bed and spread her legs, threading her fingers through Laurel’s hair.

“Come on,” Dana urged. She pulled Laurel closer until her face was only inches from Dana’s patch of dark, curly hairs. “I want you to show me how a good slut licks pussy.”

Laurel rocked forward on her knees and lowered her head so she could take Dana’s labia in her mouth. She moaned at the salty-sweet musk of her lover’s juices.

“Oh, you like that,” Dana murmured. She stroked Laurel’s hair, spreading her thighs wider to allow her better access. “Don’t you?”

Laurel mumbled her agreement, running her tongue up and down over Dana’s pussy. She could feel the wetness spilling from her, and it stoked her arousal. Reaching between her own legs with a discreet hand, she stroked at her labia and clit with her fingertips.

“Suck it.” Dana brought her free hand to cradle Laurel’s jaw.

“Suck me, baby.”

Laurel changed tactics and obediently sucked Dana’s clit into her mouth. She lapped up and down the distended shaft with the very tip of her tongue. She pulled out every move she knew Dana liked, desperate to make her happy.

“Oh,” Dana gasped. She lay back on the bed, releasing Laurel’s jaw and bringing her hand up to pinch her own nipple. Her other hand stayed tangled in Laurel’s hair. “So nice, baby.”

Laurel rested her hands on Dana’s thighs as she worked her mouth.

She murmured in pleasure as she moved her tongue, letting Dana know how much she enjoyed what she was doing.

Dana’s thighs started to tremble. She moaned and arched her back, tightening her hand in Laurel’s hair. “That’s right,” Dana growled. She forced Laurel’s face harder between her legs and pumped her hips against her tongue. “Make me come with your mouth.”

Dana’s clit was as swollen as Laurel had ever felt it. She took it between her lips with no problem, batting at it with the tip of her tongue. Dana groaned, thighs shaking, and her whole body tensed as a flood of hot wetness coated Laurel’s chin. Laurel felt a rush of pride at her accomplishment.

As soon as Dana’s convulsions subsided, she pushed Laurel away and rose to her feet, towering over a still-kneeling Laurel. “Get on the bed. It’s your turn.”

With shaking legs, Laurel crawled onto the mattress. “How do you want me?”

Dana crossed the room to Laurel’s oak dresser. “On top.”

Laurel settled back and watched as Dana pulled the harness from the sex toy drawer, along with Laurel’s favorite dildo. Her clit pulsed in anticipation.

“You approve?” Dana smiled over her shoulder as she fastened the harness around her waist.

“Wholeheartedly.”

“Good.” Properly equipped, Dana strode back to the bed.

Without being told, Laurel scooted over to make room, and Dana lay down on her back. Her orgasm had taken the edge off slightly, and now she could focus solely on Laurel’s pleasure. She slipped right back into her dominant role.

“I want to watch my naughty slut fuck herself.” She grasped Laurel’s arm. “Climb on.”

Laurel straddled Dana’s hips, planting one knee on either side of her body. She reached between their bodies and grasped the base of the dildo Dana wore.

Dana covered her hand with strong fingers. “But first ask me if you can have my cock.”

Laurel blushed at her eagerness. She forced herself to slow down and meet Dana’s eyes. “May I have it?” she murmured. She rubbed the head over her clit, shuddering at the fierceness of her desire. “Please, Dana.”

“Take it.” Dana rested her hand on Laurel’s hip, encouraging her to lower herself onto the dildo. “Take it inside, baby, and fuck yourself on it.”

Laurel brought the tip of the dildo to her entrance, pressing it inside with careful patience. This particular dildo was one of her larger ones, and it always took her a few moments to adjust to its size. Dana gripped her hips with both hands and held on as Laurel took in its length.

“That’s what you’ve been wanting,” Dana murmured. She reached between them and rubbed gentle circles on Laurel’s swollen clit, relaxing her pussy and easing the passage of the dildo as it slid inside. “Isn’t it?”

Laurel dropped her head, exhaling through her nostrils. This was the fullness she had craved. “It feels so good.”

With both hands on Laurel’s hips, Dana encouraged her to rock up and down on the dildo. “That’s right. Fuck me, baby.”

Given permission, Laurel moved in earnest. She put her hands on the headboard and ground her hips into Dana’s, riding her hard.

“Dana,” she said through gritted teeth.

Dana delivered a hard smack to Laurel’s bottom. Still tender from her spanking, Laurel winced and fucked Dana faster.

“That’s right,” Dana said. “Fuck yourself. Show me what a hungry little slut you are.”

Laurel’s pussy tightened around the dildo, and she moved faster.

When Dana smacked her ass again, she groaned and jerked her hips back and forth. She set a fast pace, desperate to come after being teased for so long.

Dana lay still on her back, staring up as Laurel did all the work to get herself off. “Do you want to come?”

Laurel nodded. Sweat gathered on her brow, and a single droplet snaked a lazy trail down her temple, over her jawline. She leaned forward, still gripping the headboard, and moved her hips at a furious pace. She was close, but release proved elusive.

“You want me to hold you down on the bed and fuck you hard until you come all over this cock?”

“Yes.” Laurel released a keening moan when Dana’s hips began moving, thrusting the dildo up into her pussy. “Fuck, Dana, please—”

Dana wrapped her arms around Laurel’s body and rolled them over until she was on top. Laurel’s thighs were spread wide, legs wrapped around Dana’s waist. The move took Laurel by surprise, and she felt weak for a moment as she registered her loss of control.

Dana grabbed her wrists in a tight grip, then slammed them onto the bed above Laurel’s head. She brought her lips to Laurel’s ear as she began a series of forceful thrusts. “Let me fuck you, baby.”

Laurel gasped and squirmed beneath Dana. “Oh, God—”

“You’re getting tight, aren’t you, honey?” Dana loosened her fingers on Laurel’s wrists, but didn’t release her grip. “You want to come all over me.”

“Yes,” Laurel begged.

Dana increased the speed of her driving thrusts. She brought a hand down between their bodies, pinching Laurel’s nipple between her fingertips. She tugged and twisted on the erect nub until she wrenched free a mild cry of pain. “I can’t believe it makes you wet when I get rough with you like this,” Dana whispered. Her thrusts grew harder, more demanding. “I love fucking you like the naughty little slut you are.”