Page 40 of A Break in Communications

“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 sobadly.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 ofLucythat 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 wordsensitivethat 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 mynipple, 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.

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