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“Did you get sad when I didn’t?”

She was already rocking under me, meeting my lips as she moaned.

“I’m not at liberty to want. You come to me when you want me.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Higher, I moved, brushing her panties as I began teasing her over the wet material. “Were you sad? You say you love me. Does it hurt you not to have me like you want?”

Muriel’s lids cracked open, and the truth was so clear that I didn’t need her to answer. That didn’t stop me from pinning her with an expectant stare.

“I…would like…” She gasped as I pulled the panties to the side, tracing my finger along her opening. “I, mean, I would like to be able to sometimes….initiate.” I plunged my digit in, rotating my shoulder so that I could add pressure over her clit. “You used to let me. Lately, you’ve pulled back.”

I added another finger, biting my bottom lip through her movements. She was squeezing her fists, digging into the sofa. “None of that has to do with the question I asked. Does it hurt? Do you get sad?”

“Always. Mistress, please.”

My narrowed lids said no as I kept the thrusts steady.

“Is the pain great? A stain on your day as you try to focus? Or…is wanting me, knowing you can’t initiate the way you want, crippling? Consuming?”

Muriel arched, shaking her head back and forth.

“I almost can’t take it. I just want to hold you. To feel your skin and warmth against me.To hear you say it.One more kiss.Please.”

“There’s only one place I want to kiss, and it isn’t your mouth. What does the thought of me tasting you make you feel?

The whimper followed her head lifting as she watched me remove her panties and lower between her legs.

“Are you getting wetter? More impatient?”

“Yes.”

“Spin.”

But I didn’t give Muriel the chance to process my order. I lifted and moved, pulling to help her sit as I kneeled between her knees.

“Scoot down to the edge of the cushion and spread your legs wide.”

No arguments. No hesitation.

I let her adjust, taking in her pussy not inches away. When I looked up and met her stare, I felt my chest tightened through a reality I was trying so hard to block out.

I could lose this.Lose her.Fuck, I could lose everything. Part of my mind knew that. The other part was foggy and rebellious but confident after my elevator faceoff with Elec. My skills were supreme. If I could win with him, I could work my way out of this. I had with everything else. This would be no different. It appeared I was in trouble, but this would pass. It was Keith’s word against mine.Myexpertise against all of their ‘sudden’ recollection. I would explain that this was nothing more than a witch hunt. I would get the Collective High Council to side with me, orI’d make them.

“Closer.”

I grabbed Muriel’s hips, pulling until her ass was hanging over the edge. She wasn’t even settled before I leaned in, runningmy tongue from her opening, up to tease her clit. The slight jolt of her legs had me repeatedly circling the sensitive nerves. For minutes I let it drag out. Not touching but adding pressure just close enough to her clit to have her moaning and crying out.

“Please. Melissa.Mistress, please.”

“Keep talking. Is this what you want?”

I slid a finger inside her pussy, withdrawing just to add another. Muriel’s mouth opened and her lips made that beautiful O-shape I loved seeing. She was so wet. So close as I began to thrust.

“I want—I need. I want…”

“I know what you really want, and me tasting you isn’t it. You’d much prefer me to say those three words you cling to more than anything else.”

I kept fucking her with my fingers as I refused to meet her eyes. I went back to licking and sucking against her clit, basking in the one person who ever meant anything to me. Muriel wasn’t a motive. She wasn’t a patient or experiment. She was a woman. One, who had fallen in love with me over the course of our years together. One, who had listened to my deepest, darkest, most fucked up thoughts, and embraced them.Embraced me.

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