Page 37 of The Heiress

“For the love of…” My toes wiggle on the bed, my knees bent and hips struggling to catch her hand. “Fuck me!”

Did I tell you that she’s a bitch? Because she is. Her finger doesn’t merely tease my entrance. It draws circles around it and tickles my clit. I’m shaking and shuddering all over, my wetness dripping not only down my thigh but down her freakin’ hand. Does that work, Lorde? Does that prove to you how much I want you? You put this rock on my finger. Come get your spoils.

She finally releases me. My pussy drops down, swallowing her fingers so quickly that I cry out in both relief and shock. When I’ve completely taken her fingers inside me, everything stands still. Me. Her. My heart. Her words.

I grind against her hand, taking her deeper with each rock of my hips. We don’t look away from each other. I accidentally lift too high. Her fingers nearly slip free.

“Don’t,” she growls. “Ride them, Daze. You can’t hurt me.” A smug smile nearly tears me asunder. “Why do you think I strength train? Gotta keep my wrist ready to take you on.”

Oh, I do. I slam my hips back down and completely lose myself in the moment.

The sensation is incredible. I mean, obviously, she feels good, delicate but skilled enough to fuck me exactly how I need. But it’s her, too! Lorde has my hip with her other hand, but it’s a loose hold, and her fingers thrust hard and deep into me as I brace myself against her breasts. She fucks me so hard that I’m afraid of losing control and falling – but I don’t, so I stop being afraid. I let my body move freely, my breasts bouncing for both of our enjoyment. The way she looks at them makes me thrust down harder, faster.

Before I can completely disappear into my mind, Lorde sits up and holds me to her chest, her fingers still plunging into me. Yet now her tongue is in my mouth, my ear, on my neck… her breathy groans carry with them the same dirty whispers from the other night.She calls me things.

Tells me I’m the type of sullied girl who’s easy, who doesn’t respect where she comes from and what something like this could do to her family. It’s all the shit I’ve been so afraid of hearing for as long as I’ve been conscious of who I am and what that means. It makes me kiss her. It makes me moan, whimper, cry. I’ve never experienced anything as freeing as Lorde Sheen fucking me and calling me her slutty little heiress.

Once those words leave her mouth I come for the first time today. I scream against her lips, my body shaking in her lap as my pussy clenches around her so tightly that I’m wordlessly begging for her to lose herself with me. Now.Now, Lorde. Now’s the time to come unhinged with me.

She doesn’t. Instead, she does something better.

She shoves me down and takes me.

I don’t think our bodies have separated in over fifteen minutes. Sweat pours down her skin, and mine. The longer we go on, with her holding me down and grinding against me like it’s nothing, the more I feel that barbaric side of her come out. Slow and sensual my ass. That would’ve been so boring. So... uninspiring. I would’ve continued to crave her for all the wrong reasons. If this is the woman I might marry one day, she better deliver the first time we do this.

“Shit, you gorgeous girl,” she says with increasingly heavier grunts. Lorde’s thrusts slow, her hips grinding against mine, my pussy aching for hers. My body teeters on the edge of another orgasm, teased into oblivion. “Look at this perfect body. It’s all mine to take.”

“Yes,” I murmur, eyes fluttering shut. Except shutting my eyes means shutting out her amazing body and that look of pure pleasure on her face. “Take it. Tear me apart!”

Her rhythm shifts again. Hard. So hard. My bed is creaking and hitting the wall. I didn’t know it could take this kind of abuse from my sex life and still survive. Good. I want to hear the bedof this prissy goody-goody go under and be rebuilt into the bed of a promiscuous harlot. I may be a promiscuous harlot for one person – that I am engaged to, no less – but it’s the principle of the thing. After today, Lorde is going to know that she can have me whenever she wants. However she wants. She’s the only one who gets to have me, and I know she’ll make it count.

She must be so close to coming, but she still finds the energy to grind us together, her slick thigh pressing into mine, her pelvis rocking with enough pressure to make my eyes roll back in my head. Lorde also doesn’t shy away from more of those filthy words and names she calls me. Each one goes right into my ear and turns my body on more. These are words I could imagine the Lorde I hated calling me. Instead, it’s the Lorde I fell in love with. I feel so dirty. So used. In all the best ways possible.

My name is Daisy DeMonte, but I am no longerthatDaisy DeMonte. I will dress and act much of the same way in public, but my heart and soul are free. I don’t have to be the perfect heiress anymore. I can be who I want. This woman… this amazing woman… will ensure that.

First, this equally amazing sex we’re having. You know. The sex that’s got me screaming in pleasure again because the friction of our sweaty thighs grinding together is setting my nerves on fire. Our hips slap, our moans blend. She’s got to be coming. I know I am!

“Oh my God! Lorde!” Her hand clutches my shoulder before pressing against my collarbone. She’s not going to relent. Hard. Hard. Slow. Hard. Slow. I’m quivering all over my body as I scream that I am hers. Her girl. Her bride. Her filthy harlot who is available to her 24/7, because that’s the kind of girl I am now, thank the stars above!

I see those stars now. When I fall back down from Heaven, it’s to see Lorde’s still desirous face.

She’s not done.

It doesn’t matter if I am or not. I won’t say no, no matter what. I’m tired. I’m sore. I’ve come twice already, and with any luck, she’ll make me come again. It doesn’t matter. My brain is so addled with sex that it means nothing to me if she flips me over, pulls my ass into the air, and nestles her hungry mouth into my folds, slick lips meeting mine with a shuddering slap of desire.

Lorde holds me by the shoulders as I brace myself again. I can’t keep my eyes open. My hair falls in my face as she soundlessly eats me out from behind, the grind of our bodies producing obscene sounds, sticky and wet and perfect. I really am a toy now. Her strength alone makes me a willing thrall to her every whim. The way she spanks my ass and calls me her girl makes me forget who I am entirely.

Even though I know there will be many more opportunities for sex like this, I can’t help but want to make every moment count. As I feel my body tense and hear that familiar gasp rise in her chest, I throw myself into one last orgasm, hoping the rhythm of our lovemaking sends her over the edge with me.

It does.

Oh my God, does it!

“Don’t move.” I’m face down on my bed, my legs zipping together as Lorde mounts the small of my back and humps her pussy against my skin. She’s so deliriously hot to the touch that all I can think is that she cools me down while I lift my head enough to let her hear my words of encouragement.Come on, baby. Use me, baby. Fuck me, want me, need me.

We’re all wet and wanting more. But not as much as I want her to come all over me, knowing that it was my body that did this to her.

“Fuck, Daisy!” She pushes me down against my bed and slams her entire body against mine, hips trembling as her climax overtakes her. At first, it’s that same glorious friction we’ve been sharing, but then it’s the shuddering, shaking, gasping mess shebecomes on top of me that makes it all so delicious. She clings to me, rides it out, and moans my name like it’s a prayer.

---