Page 10 of Clashing with the Ice Queen

And then it happened. Cassandra kissed her—a kiss of dominance and passion, a bold and unexpected connection that ignited something deep within Nadine. Time seemed to pause around them, the muffled sounds of people talking as they left the meeting fading into the background.

They broke apart, leaving Nadine breathless, and her mind raced with thoughts of the consequences. But her heart was beating almost out of her chest. She realized in that moment that this was what she had been wanting the whole time.

Cassandra grabbed Nadine’s hand leading her one of the bathroom stalls. Luckily, it was spacious.

Cassandra’s fingers worked with intention as she unbuttoned Nadine’s blouse. The fabric fell away, and heat surged through Nadine’s body. Cassandra kissed her again, this time trailing her lips down, exploring every inch of her neck. Nadine gasped as Cassandra’s teeth found her collarbone, skin glowing with warmth and urgency. She felt the bite and flinched.

“So, Ms. James,” Cassandra said, boldly, her fingers deftly finding their way down Nadine’s body. Nadine felt herself shivering under her touch. “You’ve been causing me one challenge too many. I’d like you to know that I don’t respond well to those who come after my clients.”

Nadine could feel her own wetness bubbling between her legs as Cassandra’s hands ran down over her belly, dipping into the waistband of her skirt and panties and Nadine felt the delicious press of Cassandra’s hand on her pussy.

She moaned. Loudly.

“Oh, sweetheart. You are so fucking wet for me. I knew you would be.”

Nadine shuddered. She felt like she might come there and then. She felt her legs parting of their own accord as she leant back against the wall of the stall, desperate to feel Cassandra’s fingers inside her.

Nadine’s heart raced. She knew how reckless this was. They were in a public restroom, and anyone could walk in at any moment.

“As much as I would love to fuck your soaking wet pussy, right now, that isn’t what I’m here for.”

She withdrew her hand and Nadine felt her eyes widen with shock.

She wanted Cassandra’s hand back, so desperately.

Cassandra was smirking, happily as she raised her right hand to Nadine’s mouth pushing her beautifully manicured fingers inside. “Clean them for me,” she commanded.

Nadine could taste her own wetness on Cassandra’s fingers as she instinctively began to suck them.

“Very good, little slut.”

Nadine noticed Cassandra’s left hand fumbling with the fastening of her own pants. She withdrew her fingers from Nadine’s mouth and adjusted her pants and panties rolling them down to her knees. Nadine could see a flash of neatly trimmed pubic hair and she felt her mouth begin to water in anticipation.

“Now, sweetheart, get on your knees and apologize to me for your actions on the Purdey’s contract with your mouth. Maybe if I come in your mouth, it will make me feel less angry about it. Maybe.” Cassandra’s voice was as icy as ever.

Nadine dropped obediently to her knees. As much as she had enjoyed challenging and defying Cassandra, nothing on earth felt sweeter than this- being taken in hand by Cassandra.

She could see Cassandra’s pussy immediately in front of her face and she moved immediately to press her face into it, inhaling deeply, the sweet smell of sex evident. Cassandra was turned on. Nadine thrust her tongue out, desperate to taste her.

Nadine licked long and slow, once, twice, thrice and heard the deep guttural moans from Cassandra.

Cassandra seemed frustrated though. She felt a hand in her hair pulling her away.

“Wait,” Cassandra commanded. “Wait just there with your mouth open and your tongue out like a fucking dog.”

Nadine hadn’t thought before that humiliation might be one of her kinks but she felt a deep flood of desire at Cassandra’s harsh tone. She did as commanded, looking obediently upwards at the woman she desperately wanted to become her mistress.

She watched as Cassandra removed her pants and panties and hung them on the hook on the back of the door. From the waist up, she was as immaculate as ever and she had left her designer heels on. Of course. She raised her right leg onto the toilet lid and Nadine watched in delight as she saw her wet folds suddenly on display.

Cassandra reached a hand to the back of Nadine’s head and pulled her head in close until all Nadine could see, smell, taste was her.

“Now, little dog. Now you are going to lick me like you are really fucking sorry for what you have done. Isn’t that right?”

Nadine nodded eagerly and pushed her face forwards, her tongue seeking its destiny.

She closed her eyes and began to lick and lick. Long slow laps alternated with sucking on Cassandra’s beautiful swollen labia and clitoris.

Nadine couldn’t remember ever being this turned on before or this keen to please anyone with her mouth, but here she was. Desperately licking. Every whimper and moan that came from Cassandra only spurred her on more.

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