Page 31 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Sam opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Roz’s. In that moment, the frustration and doubt melted away, leaving only the connection between them. Without another word, Sam leaned in, her lips capturing Roz’s in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and tender.
The low hum of the city filtered into Sam’s apartment, blending with the soft sound of Roz’s voice as she stood in the living room, her presence commanding even in the stillness of the night. Roz had entered with a quiet confidence, her striking pink hair catching the dim light as she removed her coat and folded it neatly over the back of a chair. Sam watched her, feeling her pulse quicken under Roz’s steady, knowing gaze.
“Come here,” Roz said softly, her voice calm but leaving no room for hesitation.
Sam stepped forward, her bare feet padding lightly against the floor as she approached Roz. Her chest tightened with anticipation, and the air between them felt electric, charged with the tension that had been building for weeks.
Roz tilted her head, her green eyes sharp yet warm. “You’ve been restless,” she murmured, her tone gentle but probing. “Let me take care of you.”
Sam nodded, unable to find words. Roz’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing along Sam’s cheek, and Sam felt her breath hitch. Roz smiled faintly, a quiet authority in the curve of her lips.
“Good girl,” Roz said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sit at my feet.”
Sam lowered herself slowly, her knees pressing into the soft rug beneath her. She tilted her head up to meet Roz’s gaze, her heart racing as Roz’s hands rested lightly on the armrests of the chair, her presence completely consuming.
“Kiss them,” Roz instructed, her tone soft but firm.
Sam leaned forward, her lips brushing against Roz’s bare feet. The act felt intimate, grounding, and she let herself linger, pressing small kisses along the tops of Roz’s feet. When she glanced up, Roz was watching her with an intensity that made Sam’s cheeks flush.
“Look at me like that again,” Roz murmured, her fingers moving to stroke Sam’s hair. “That sweet, devoted look. I like that.”
Sam smiled, her heart swelling at Roz’s words. She continued her soft kisses, trailing up Roz’s ankles and then back down, her hands lightly gripping Roz’s legs as she leaned closer.
Roz chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?” she said, her fingers threading through Sam’s hair, guiding her gently but firmly. “Let me see more of you. Take off everything except something pretty.”
Sam hesitated for only a moment, her breath catching as she stood and slipped out of her clothes, leaving on a pair of soft, pink lace panties. She moved back to her spot at Roz’s feet, her body warm and exposed, the vulnerability making her tremble slightly.
Roz’s eyes raked over her, and she leaned forward, her hand cupping Sam’s chin. “Perfect,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over Sam’s lips. “Now lean against my leg. Let me see you up close.”
Sam obeyed, her body pressing lightly against Roz’s leg as she rested her cheek there, her lips planting soft kisses alongRoz’s knee. Roz’s hand moved with deliberate slowness, guiding Sam to kiss her hand, her fingers, her wrist. Each kiss felt like a quiet submission, and Sam found herself sinking further into the moment.
Roz’s fingers trailed down Sam’s bare shoulders, tracing her collarbone and the curve of her arm. “You’re so soft,” Roz whispered, her voice low and filled with something possessive. “I want to touch all of you.”
Sam shivered as Roz’s fingers moved lower, brushing against the curve of her breasts before trailing back up to her neck. Roz tilted Sam’s chin upward, her green eyes locking onto Sam’s as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her nose.
The unexpected gesture made Sam laugh softly, her cheeks flushing. “That caught me off guard.”
Roz smirked, sitting back in the chair as her hands cupped Sam’s face. “I like surprising you,” she said. Her hands moved down, her nails tracing patterns over Sam’s shoulders, her back, her chest. Each touch was slow, deliberate, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Turn around,” Roz instructed, her voice steady but firm.
Sam obeyed, shifting so her back pressed lightly against Roz’s legs. Roz’s hands moved to her shoulders, her thumbs finding the knots of tension between them. She began to knead gently at first, then with increasing pressure, working out the stress Sam hadn’t even realized she was holding.
Sam let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under Roz’s touch. “That feels amazing,” she murmured.
Roz leaned forward, her breath warm against Sam’s ear. “Good,” she said softly. “I want you to feel completely mine.”
Her hands moved to Sam’s throat, her fingers curling lightly around it as her other hand continued massaging. The dual sensation made Sam shudder, her breath hitching as Roz’s griptightened slightly, asserting control without ever making her feel unsafe.
Roz’s legs wrapped around Sam’s waist, pulling her back further against her. “Look at me,” Roz whispered, her eyes burning with intent. “Spread your knees for me.”
Sam’s cheeks flushed as she obeyed, her knees parting slowly, exposing herself to Roz’s gaze. Roz’s hand on her throat gave a gentle squeeze, a reminder of the control she wielded, as her other hand traced down Sam’s body, lingering just above the waistband of her panties.
“Touch yourself,” Roz directed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Sam’s hand slid down, her fingers dipping beneath the lace as Roz’s hands moved to her breasts, teasing and circling her nipples. Each touch was deliberate, Roz’s control over her body absolute. Sam’s moans filled the room, soft and needy, as she lost herself to Roz’s touch and direction.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Roz murmured, her voice low and reverent. “Completely mine. Let me see everything, Sam.”
