“You seem frustrated. Do you need anything from me?”
Kate frowned. If she asked Erato for help with choreography, would she be accused of trying to circumvent the rules of their current arrangement? Given that she didn’t plan to ask to be touched, she didn’t think so. Still, she was frightened to incur another punishment, especially if it meant that the finish line would be moved back even farther.
Erato offered a sympathetic smile. “My darling, you’ve been doing so well. Honestly, you’re moving faster than I expected—and I couldn’t be happier with your progress. So please don’t be afraid to ask whatever you want to ask. I promise that, at the worst, I’ll say no.”
Fleetingly, Kate wondered what would happen if she asked for an orgasm to help her finish this scene. Just a tiny one, to get by. If the worst Erato would do was say no…but Kate shook off the idea with a determined sigh. Her pride demanded that she ride out the rest of her sentence in silence. She would not beg. Not for this. Being taken over Erato’s knee had stripped away far too much of her dignity; not pleading for a reprieve was one way she could protect what was left. Pivoting back to her original plan, Kate said, “I’m having a hard time picturing the mechanics of this sex scene I’m writing, and I’m worried it might involve contortions that will distract readers who are better than me at evaluating these kinds of logistics.”
“Just to reassure you, I’ve never read anything you’ve written that wasn’t entirely possible, given the right people and situation. That tells me you’re just fine with logistics.” Moving closer, Erato trailed her fingers along the side of Kate’s neck, making her shiver. “That said, never hesitate to ask me for help blocking a love scene. I know how important it is to get these details right, and believe me, assisting with choreography is one of my favorite parts of the job.” She clapped her hands and gazed around Kate’s workspace expectantly. “Now where do you want me?”
Kate supposed that she shouldn’t be too surprised by Erato’s easy acquiescence. Before the texting drama and their disagreements about Olive’s potential distraction level, Erato had fulfilled her every need with unprecedented eagerness. Using Erato as a living model for this crazy-making erotic scene—even if it felt opportunistic to her—met a legitimate writing need. It might honestly help her complete this last stretch of writing, and Erato obviously knew that. Otherwise she wouldn’t have agreed.
Sagging with relief at the gift, Kate scooted her chair back to the desk and pushed the laptop, her plate, and her half-empty glass of water to one side. When she’d cleared a space large enough for Erato to sit directly in front of her, she rolled backward even farther and pointed. “Here.”
Erato perched on the edge of the desk, knees pressed together, hands folded on her lap. “Like this?”
Kate scooted her chair forward a couple steps, unable to tear her gaze away from Erato’s chest. Her breasts had always been divine, but either the dress or the cumulative effect of four days of total celibacy amid near-constant immersion in an erotic headspace made them appear particularly enticing. Kate yearned to bury her face between them, and so even though it wasn’t part of her research, she did. Inhaling deeply, she kissed the side of one breast, then turned to acknowledge the other. She backed off with a sigh of longing and finally looked up into Erato’s eyes.
Erato smiled. “Are you still upset with me?”
“I wasn’t upset.”
The lie earned her a pointed look. “Weren’t you?”
“Well, all right.” She shrugged, placing her hands on Erato’s bare knees. “I was frustrated, yes.” When Erato’s skepticism didn’t appear to abate, Kate decided to just come clean. So far dishonesty and evasion had gotten her absolutely nowhere. “Actually, I am frustrated. I’ve been locked in a room writing a hot love story for days while ignoring my own extremely pressing physical needs. It makes everything more difficult. I can barely think!”
“And yet you’ve written nearly sixteen thousand words in less than four full days. Before I met you, it took months for you to produce half as many words.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying your methods aren’t effective. Just that they’re frustrating. As hell.”
“Duly noted.” Beaming, Erato chirped, “Now come on. Let’s tackle this scene.”
Excited, she squeezed both of Erato’s knees. “Permission to act out my half? I just need to see if I’m in a reasonable position to multi-task. All you have to do is sit back and be delicious.”
Erato planted her hands behind her hips and allowed her thighs to fall open slightly. “I can do that.” Her gaze darted to the laptop, then returned to Kate. “How many words left to write?”
“About eight hundred and fifty.” Kate slid her hands up the outside of Erato’s thighs, taking her skirt along for the ride. She was delighted to find her actually wearing panties, pleased that Erato’s choice of outfit so closely echoed Molly’s. Tugging the already sodden crotch aside, she studied Erato’s swollen, excited sex, memorizing every last sensory detail for future reference. “Once I get this problem sorted out, it should go quickly.”
Erato cradled the back of Kate’s head as she bent to kiss the gorgeous display in front of her. “Like I said, I’m happy to help.” The end of her sentence turned into a whimper as Kate dragged the tip of her tongue along her folds before rolling the chair nearer so she could press her face deep into Erato’s wetness.
Erato stopped talking, for which Kate was grateful. She wasn’t in the mood to chat. She wasn’t even particularly in the mood to focus on who it was she was pleasuring. All she wanted—the only thing—was to reenact the scene she’d been struggling to put together. First, because it would help her complete it, but more importantly, because concentrating so hard on the logistics of eating pussy had made her downright ravenous for it.
Fingers tightened in Kate’s hair, nearly bringing tears to her eyes. “Oh! Oh my…uh, Kate!”
Gratified by the mild alarm in Erato’s voice, which she somehow knew signaled disappointment about a rapidly approaching climax, Kate brought her hand up and found Erato’s opening with relative ease. She had to angle her chair to find the proper position for her arm once she’d worked her finger deep inside, but was relieved to discover that she was able to juggle the task of sucking Erato’s clit and pumping into her without any difficulty. Maybe this would work out, after all.
“So far…” Erato cried out and slammed her thighs closed around Kate’s head. Gasping, she said, “So good. Right?”
Calmly, Kate used her free hand to push against Erato’s knee. Once able, she pulled back far enough to speak. “Open your legs, my sweet research assistant. You’re not done helping me yet.”
Erato exhaled and relaxed her legs, spreading them even wider than before. “Of course.” She took a shaky breath as Kate once again bent to circle her tongue around the swollen point of her clit. Kate scissored the fingers that still rested inside Erato, causing her mouth to drop open and her lids to grow heavy with pleasure. “So…what exactly are we attempting to determine?”
Kate’s little finger glided easily between the cleft of Erato’s buttocks, aided by the incredible wetness that coated her sex and her thighs. Unfortunately, she struggled to find the tight ring of muscle she so badly wanted to tease without removing the fingers that were buried deep within Erato’s core. Cursing, she lifted her face and met Erato’s hooded eyes. “Whether I can play with your ass while I’m fingering and licking your pussy. Skillfully.”
Nodding thoughtfully, Erato rested her head against the wall behind her and planted a foot on the desk for leverage. “Everything you’re doing so far feels amazing.”
Kate turned her hand, trying a different angle. She watched Erato’s face as she penetrated her deeply, then set up a steady rhythm of purposeful thrusts. Although her face betrayed no discomfort, Erato’s noises of pleasure seemed muted compared to before. “Not as good?”
“It’s still very good,” Erato reassured her. “It would be
even better if you licked me again…”
Ignoring the not-so-subtle hint for now, Kate took advantage of a new position and sank her thumb between Erato’s slippery cheeks. She sought out and found her anus with little effort, and celebrated by sharing a triumphant grin with her muse. Pressing the pad of her thumb against the tight opening, Kate enjoyed the way Erato’s anticipation played out across her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
Erato’s smile turned into a grimace of pleasure when Kate twisted the fingers inside her. “Thank you. Now please…”
As much as she loved making Erato come, she refused to miss this opportunity for a little payback. She’d been suffering for days. Erato could certainly withstand a few more minutes of teasing. Tickled by the wicked cruelty of her actions, Kate bent to kiss her labia before withdrawing both her hand and her mouth, leaving Erato wet, open, and alone in front of her.
Eyes widening in alarm, Erato grabbed for her wrist and missed. “Where are you going?”
Her appetite for revenge disappeared at the sight of her always-confident and in-control muse undone by a basic human need. Instead of telling Erato she needed to get back to her book, as she’d planned, she decided to take pity and grant her the sweet release she herself had been craving for days. But not without a little more teasing first. “This is about research, remember? I’m trying to consider the other possibilities.”
Erato brought her hands up to her chest and, in a blatant attempt to do some teasing of her own, massaged her breasts with a groan of satisfaction. “But everything was going so well…”
Kate’s inner muscles clenched at the sight of Erato pinching her own nipples through the fabric of her dress. “Yes, but there are so many ways to take a woman who’s sitting on your desk. I’d be remiss to stop at imagining only one.”
Nodding, Erato murmured, “True.” She bit her lip and let one hand fall between her legs. “Just tell me how you want me.”
Kate caught Erato’s wrist before she could touch herself. “Turn over.” She’d already made up her mind to finish her scene as they’d originally enacted it, so this part was purely for her own gratification. After days of hard work and no sex, she deserved a little fun. “Show me your best, sluttiest pose.”
Eagerly and without a trace of self-consciousness, Erato hopped onto her feet and turned around, bending at the waist so that her chest pressed flat against the surface of the desk. She hiked up her dress to expose soaked, askew panties, which Kate then pulled down around her ankles with a single, swift tug. Erato stepped out of her underwear so she could set her feet apart on the floor, back arched and ass thrust high into the air. Her sex literally dripped with readiness, the very definition of wanton arousal.
Kate grumbled, wholly defeated by her own needs. She simply couldn’t deny Erato as she’d been denied. Not when she wanted her so damn much. Giving in, Kate gripped Erato’s round bottom in both hands and spread her apart, using her thumbs to hold her slippery labia open. She was so very flawless, even photogenic—like the porn star you wish you’d see. Feeling once again like she was starring in her own fantasy, Kate buried her face between Erato’s thighs and worked her tongue as deep inside her opening as she could go. Erato moaned and rotated her hips sensuously, smearing her juices all over Kate’s face. Though she’d never particularly gotten off on messy sex, there was something delightful about knowing she was absolutely covered in Erato-come. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how they might look to an outside observer, and the mental image made her own pussy clench in pleasurable anticipation.
Slipping her tongue from within the snug opening, Kate held on to Erato’s ass and rubbed her face up and down, back and forth, luxuriating in the abundant sweetness that poured from her like the most delicious nectar. She felt almost drunk from it, happy and tipsy and, for the first time in four days, wholly present and concerned with nothing except the task at hand. Hand. Inspired and yet feeling as though she was struggling for lucidity during the hottest sex dream imaginable, Kate brought her fingers to Erato’s clit and rubbed lightly. The caress elicited a breathy noise that sent a shiver up her spine and set her hips into motion against her chair as she once again indulged in the forbidden thrill of light friction.
“This…position…works…too.”
Kate chuckled at Erato’s weak attempt to maintain an air of professionalism, as though either of them was still concerned with blocking the scene. Using her free hand to smack Erato hard on the ass—a minor act of revenge—she then fondled the engorged clit beneath her slippery fingers with an almost exaggerated gentleness. As she’d hoped, the contradictory nature of her actions seemed to momentarily unbalance Erato. Her muse trembled beneath her, no longer in control.
Heady with a renewed sense of power, Kate pulled her mouth away without stopping the motion of her fingers. She grinned evilly at the way Erato’s whole body twitched and jerked from the careful manipulation of her erect clitoris. It felt good to finally have the upper hand in their relationship. Literally. Eager to debase Erato, Kate feigned an air of disinterest. “Beg me for it.”
If Erato had any problem submitting to a lover’s will, she didn’t let on. “Please finish me, Kate. I beg you.”
Dissatisfied, Kate seized the hard ridge of distended flesh between her fingertips and milked its length with a touch that was too soft and unfocused to induce climax. Erato whimpered and thrust her hips, shamelessly attempting to coax Kate’s fingers into more direct stimulation. Was it wrong to take such perverse pleasure in turning the tables? She hoped not. “Why should I? You worked me up and let me suffer for days. It would only be fair for me to do the same.”
Erato exhaled, then planted her hands on the desk so she could push her upper body off the surface. She used her new position to glance back over her shoulder and meet Kate’s gaze. “You’re right, it would be fair. But if you’re being honest with yourself, I don’t think that would be as much fun for either of us. Especially now that you’re so close to reaching your goal.”
That was true. Kate drew back and delivered an even harder slap on her ass than the first one, delighting in the red handprint she left behind. She swore she could feel Erato’s clit pulse beneath her other hand. “Lucky for you, I’m not as sadistic as my beloved muse.”
“Your spanking hurt me just as much as it hurt—”
Kate cut off the cliché with another powerful smack in the same spot. Her hand tingled from the blow, and Erato’s bottom turned a deeper shade of red. “Don’t even.”
Erato’s breaths came out in quick, shallow puffs. Her thighs quivered, but whether from exhaustion or excitement, Kate wasn’t sure. “Please, Kate. I apologize for reprimanding you. My concern is only for your art. I know the past few days haven’t been easy—” Erato yelped as Kate swatted her again for the understatement. “But the art! Would you say I’ve helped it?”
When Erato caught her with those earnest blue depths, Kate had no choice but to be honest. “I’m not suggesting that I ever want to go through this again, but I’ll concede that desperation is a powerful motivator.” Moving her hand back into position without breaking their shared look, Kate renewed the careful motion of her fingers on Erato’s clit. “I think I wrote some good stuff.”
Erato positively glowed. “I know you did.”
“And that is the only reason I’m going to bring you to orgasm with my fingers right now.” Kate paused to watch her words land, then said, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Bowing her head, Erato finally lowered her eyes. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Kate licked her lips and returned her attention to the wet pussy in front of her. Enough playing—she was ready to dive back in. “Trust me, this isn’t an entirely selfless act.”
“That’s the best part.” Erato settled herself into her original position and thrust her ass high into the air. “Anyway, you know what they say…a happy muse makes for a happy author.”
“Is that what ‘they’ say?” Snickering, K
ate lowered her face and once again snaked her tongue into Erato’s opening. Mumbling against the fragrant, engorged flesh that enveloped her nose and mouth, she admitted, “I am happy.”
Then she made them both even happier.
*
As soon as Erato caught her breath, she rolled over, then slid off the desk and sank to her knees in front of Kate. “I’m reducing the length of your punishment. You’re only eight hundred and fifty words away…how about I take care of you so you can finish with a clear head?” She reached for the waistband of Kate’s pajama pants with an apologetic smile. “You were right, after all. This crush you have on Olive didn’t prevent you from meeting your goal—and exceeding my expectations. That deserves a reward.”
Kate startled them both by knocking Erato’s hand away. “No!”
Erato blinked. “Really?” She lowered her gaze and stared at the crotch of Kate’s light cotton pants, which were so wet she could feel the size of the stain without looking. “As you said, you’ve been suffering. You’re frustrated.”
All true, but Kate had jumped into this love scene in a distinct frame of mind, and she owed it to herself to maintain that same mental state through to the finish. The scene wouldn’t be as strong if she didn’t. Besides…for some inexplicable reason, Kate didn’t feel ready to come yet. Even after all her bitching and wishing for release, now that it was being offered, her pride refused to accept the idea of premature surrender.
“I can wait. Like you said, it’s only eight hundred and fifty more words.” Kate offered the bravest smile she could muster, which quickly faltered when she reflected on the fact that she was actually refusing sex. After wanting nothing but sex for days.
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