Page 32 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Sam arched into Roz’s touch, her body trembling as Roz continued to guide her, each movement calculated to keep her on edge, to remind her exactly who was in control.
Sam’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling under Roz’s unrelenting control. She knelt between Roz’s thighs, her knees pressed firmly into the soft rug beneath her, Roz’s legs wrapped securely around her waist. The lace of her panties clung to her damp skin, a visible testament to how deeply Roz had already unraveled her.
Roz’s fingers trailed slowly down Sam’s back, the soft touch contrasting with the firm grip of her other hand on Sam’s throat. Each movement was deliberate, calculated, as though Roz was mapping every inch of Sam’s body, memorizing how she responded.
“Good girl,” Roz murmured, her voice smooth, steady, and laced with quiet authority. Her thumb brushed gently along Sam’s pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of her heart. “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”
Sam tilted her head back slightly, her gaze locking onto Roz’s. The intensity in Roz’s green eyes sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, and she felt herself sink further into the moment, surrendering completely to Roz’s command.
“Spread wider,” Roz instructed, her tone soft but firm.
Sam obeyed without hesitation, her knees sliding further apart. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way Roz looked at her, like she was the most exquisite thing Roz had ever seen, made her pulse race with both nerves and desire.
“Good,” Roz said, her lips curving into a faint smile. Her hands moved to Sam’s shoulders, her nails trailing lightly down her arms, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. “Keep touching yourself for me.”
Sam’s breath hitched, her hand trembling slightly as her fingers found the heat between her thighs, and she let out a soft moan as she slipped her fingers inside herself, her eyes fluttering shut.
“No,” Roz said sharply, her voice cutting through the haze like a whip. “Eyes on me.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open, meeting Roz’s gaze. The command in Roz’s voice sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she felt her body respond instinctively, her fingers moving against herself as Roz had directed.
Roz leaned forward slightly, her hands moving to Sam’s chest. Her fingers brushed over Sam’s nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate circles. Sam moaned again, her body arching into Roz’s touch, the sensation of Roz’s hands combined with her own overwhelming her senses.
“Look at you,” Roz murmured, her tone a mix of admiration and possession. “So desperate, so needy. Do you feel how completely mine you are?”
“Yes,” Sam gasped, her voice trembling. “I’m yours.”
Roz’s smile deepened, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. She leaned back slightly, one hand sliding down to grip Sam’s hip while the other continued to tease her breasts. “Keep going,” she said softly. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Sam obeyed, her fingers moving faster, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Roz’s hand tightened on her hip, grounding her, and Sam felt her entire body trembling as the sensations built to an almost unbearable peak.
“Slow down,” Roz commanded suddenly, her hand gripping Sam’s wrist to still her movements. “Not yet.”
Sam let out a frustrated whimper, her body aching for release, but she obeyed, her fingers stilling as she fought to steady her breathing. Roz’s hand moved from her hip to her throat, tilting Sam’s head back so their eyes met.
“You’ll wait until I say,” Roz said, her voice low and commanding. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sam whispered, her voice shaking. “I’ll wait.”
Roz’s grip on her throat loosened slightly, her thumb brushing along Sam’s jaw in a rare moment of softness. “Good girl,” she murmured, her tone softer now, but no less authoritative.
The moment stretched between them, the tension thick and electric. Roz’s hand slid back down Sam’s body, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along her skin. Sam’s body trembled under Roz’s touch, every nerve ending on fire as she waited for Roz to give her the command she so desperately craved.
“Now,” Roz said finally, her voice a low purr. “Let go.”
Sam’s fingers moved again, and this time, Roz’s hands didn’t stop her. Roz’s eyes never left Sam’s, her gaze steady and piercing as Sam’s body arched, her breath catching in her throat. The release was intense, shattering, and Sam let out a moan that echoed through the quiet room.
Roz’s hands caught her as she trembled, pulling her close, cradling her gently. “That’s it,” Roz murmured, her lips brushing against Sam’s temple. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Sam collapsed against Roz, her body spent, her breaths coming in shallow pants. Roz’s arms wrapped securely around her, holding her close as she pressed soft kisses along Sam’s hairline.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Sam let herself completely relax, her body and mind at peace in Roz’s embrace. She had no thoughts, no doubts, just the steady rhythm of Roz’s heartbeat beneath her ear and the warmth of Roz’s touch anchoring her to the moment.
“You’re so good for me,” Roz whispered, her voice soft and filled with quiet affection. “My perfect, obedient girl.”
Sam smiled faintly, her eyes fluttering shut as she let Roz’s words wash over her. In Roz’s arms, she felt safe, cherished, and completely hers.
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