by Nicole Dixon
Becki lay naked, her leather outfit stripped away. Raven took Becki’s nipple into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. This woman is driving me crazy. Becki reached down and cradled her mistress’s head, her fingers entwined in Raven’s silky purple hair. Her warm mouth licked and kissed her nipple, then between her boobs, then the other boob, finally working her way down her flat stomach. How many women has she done this to? Am I just another one in a long line of servants? I don’t care. Right now there is nothing more than this.
Becki’s bush was one tiny strip of brown hair. Raven rubbed her nose in her mound, loving the feel of young pubic hair. She pushed Becki’s thighs up and opened her legs, placing her tongue on the inner lips of her pussy.
“Oh my god!” Becki exclaimed. “You are so amazing.”
I know, Raven thought.
She licked her pussy until Becki was coming again and again. Becki thought she’d never stop, her thighs wrapped around Raven’s head and her fingers running through her purple hair. Raven looked up, her face wet with pussy juice.
“I love you,” Becki said.
Raven laughed. “You’re a sweetheart.” Raven crawled up beside Becki and held Becki in her arms. Raven rubbed her hair until the young woman fell asleep.
Raven rested a long while, the noises downstairs telling her the party was still in full swing. Naked, she slid out of bed and walked downstairs. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of wine from the fridge. She turned around to find a naked Susan leaning on the counter.
“Let them out when the party’s over.”
Susan nodded.
Raven turned, leaving the room to go back upstairs.
“Are you with her?” Susan inquired.
“Yes. She’s a special one.”
“I concur,” Susan said.
The idiom of a professor, Raven thought.
Raven went back upstairs to Becki, still asleep in bed. She sat the bottles down and took a moment to appreciate Becki’s youthful beauty. She opened the water and took several large swigs, then sat the bottle down. She slid into bed next to the peacefully sleeping young lady and soon fell asleep beside her.
The next morning Becki awoke beside Raven, who was staring down at her, brushing her hair. Becki’s heart warmed when she saw Raven’s dark eyes.
“Did I do good last night?”
“You were wonderful.” Raven bent down and kissed her. “Don’t expect me to be so kind all of the time.”
Becki knew Raven was firm. She wouldn’t have her any other way.
Leaving with Susan, Becki turned to look up at the apartment behind her. She wondered if Raven was looking down at her, watching their departure. “Will I see her again?” Becki asked.
“Most definitely,” Susan said.
“I’ve never met anyone like her,” Becki said, a mournful loss already building in her soul at being separated from her mistress.
“Neither have I,” Susan said.
To be continued…
in The Raven Chronicles Book 2