Page 23 of Dr. Roz Harrington
And tonight, she would be.
The soft glow of the lamp bathed Roz's living room in warmth, the muted hum of the TV playing a forgettable rom-com blending with the stillness of the room. Roz sat on the couch, one arm draped casually along the backrest, her eyes fixed on Sam, who sat curled up beside her. Sam’s blonde hair was swept over one shoulder, and her cheeks flushed faintly, her lips curving into a shy smile. She looked so soft, so perfectly undone, and Roz felt her pulse quicken with the quiet power of being in control.
Roz reached out, letting her fingers thread gently through Sam’s hair, brushing it away from her face. “You look so pretty tonight,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety smooth.
Sam glanced up at her, her smile widening. “You make me feel pretty,” she said softly, the sincerity in her tone making Roz’s chest tighten.
“Oh, baby, you’re more than pretty,” Roz teased, her lips quirking into a sly grin. “You’re my pretty, cute little girl.” Her fingers moved to the ends of Sam’s hair, toying with the strands. “How about I paint your toes tonight? Something soft. Something pink.”
Sam’s eyes lit up, her voice playful. “Pretty pink?”
Roz nodded, leaning closer so their foreheads almost touched. “Yes, pretty pink for my cutie baby,” she whispered. “We can have snacks and drinks too. Something sweet, just like you.”
Sam giggled, her nose wrinkling adorably. “I like cute snacks and drinks,” she said, her tone light but tinged with the faintest edge of nervous anticipation.
Roz leaned back slightly, her eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. “And while we’re at it, you’ll have a little secret, won’t you?”
Sam shifted, her blush deepening. “You know I will.”
Roz’s lips brushed against Sam’s ear, her voice dropping lower. “I love your secret, baby. I might have to keep touching there.”
Sam’s breath hitched, her body going still. “You might?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Roz smirked, her fingers trailing lightly down Sam’s arm before resting on her thigh. “I think I’ll keep my hand there, just resting over your panties. A constant reminder of how much you’re mine.”
Sam’s body quivered beneath her touch, her voice trembling. “I’d like that.”
Roz’s hand moved slowly, her fingers brushing over the fabric of Sam’s pants in a feather-light caress. “I’ll keep you on edge,” she murmured. “Always focused on my fingers. Never quite able to relax.”
Sam let out a small, shaky laugh. “That’ll make it hard to concentrate.”
Roz leaned in, her lips brushing against Sam’s temple. “That’s the point, baby. Your mind can relax, but your body stays so needy, so on edge. I’ll make you squirm and let out those pretty little pants and whimpers for me.”
Sam’s breath quickened, her voice soft. “They just…come out of me.”
“And I love them,” Roz said, her tone filled with quiet reverence. “It’s so special, having you here like this, all cuddled and pretty. Your smooth hair, your painted toes, and your slutty little secret.”
Sam shuddered, her eyes fluttering shut as Roz’s hand pressed more firmly. “You make me feel so needy,” she whispered.
Roz chuckled softly, wrapping her arm around Sam’s shoulders, pulling her closer. The TV played, but Roz’s focus was entirely on the woman in her arms. She ran her fingers delicately over Sam’s shoulder, then her arms. She brushed up her side and over the curve of her breasts, feeling the swell of them and her nipple’s hardened peak through the thin fabric of her shirt as she made her way down, teasing Sam with feather-light touches.
“I can feel every gasp, every little tremor,” Roz said, her voice heavy with satisfaction. “Sometimes, when I touch just the right spot”—her fingers pressed more insistently, drawing a soft moan from Sam—“your whole body reacts.”
Sam’s back arched, her lips parting as a gasp escaped her. “I can’t help it,” she murmured, her voice breaking with need.
Roz’s smile deepened, her confidence growing as she felt Sam surrender further. “Good girl,” she whispered, her hand sliding lower. “Just let me control everything. Let me decide how much you feel, how deep, how fast…”
Sam whimpered, pressing into Roz’s touch, her body entirely pliant. “Please,” she whispered, her voice raw with longing.
Roz’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Sam’s panties, moving with methodical precision as she whispered against Sam’s skin. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured. “Let me see how good you can be for me. Let me see just how much my pretty girl needs me.”
Sam moaned as Roz teased the bud of her clit, already swollen with desire. Roz pushed Sam’s panties away then pulled them over her hips and down her legs where she left them around her ankles. She continued to make tight circles around Sam’s clit and slipped two fingers inside her. Roz smiles a wicked grin as Sam bites her lower lip, her eyes heavy with lustas she bucks her hips against Roz’s hand. Roz slips in a third finger, and Sam gasps then flutters her eyelids, close to losing control.
“Not yet,” Roz said and smirked.
Sam opened her eyes just a slit and growled low and deep, and Roz curled her fingers upward to reach the spot where she knew would make Sam see stars.
“I want you to feel every second of this,” Roz cooed in her ear as she leaned forward. “I want you to feel how good I can make you feel.”
