by D. L. King
“What?” Zoe pulled on her restraints, but the solid oak headboard held strong. “No!”
“Shh.” Ren smoothed her hand up the center of Zoe’s chest, coming to rest between her breasts.
“Please, Mistress . . . ” Zoe quaked when Ren cradled a heavy breast in each hand. “May I at least see your face? Please?”
That final plea broke Ren’s heart, softening her resolve. Worried that her next action could be construed as offering comfort, but not worried enough to ignore Zoe’s distress, Ren tugged the cups of the other woman’s brassiere down until both fleshy mounds spilled out. Then she did the same to Zoe’s blindfold, leaving it bunched around the base of her throat. Anxious brown eyes sought out Ren’s face and locked on, probably hunting for a hint of empathy.
“Thank you.” Zoe’s voice wavered. “Please, why am I here?”
“To be trained.” Ren slipped a hand beneath Zoe’s back and unclasped her bra with ease. She removed the garment and tossed it onto the floor, then appraised the nearly nude form of the woman bound to her bed.
“Trained to do what?” Zoe asked, even as Ren returned her hands to her recently bared breasts. Beneath Ren’s palms, her heart pounded like a heavy-metal drummer.
“To give and receive pleasure with another woman.” Ren squeezed Zoe’s breasts before twisting both nipples sharply. “Ever done that before?”
Crinkling her nose in apparent denial of the gratification Ren’s touch could bring, Zoe rasped, “No.”
“Well, you’re about to.” Ren retrieved a pair of scissors from her nightstand that she showed to Zoe with a sober look of warning. “Fight me and you could get hurt. I don’t want that to happen—so it won’t be my fault if it does. Understand?”
Zoe swallowed, eyes shimmering as she stared at the sharp blades. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Ren angled a single blade beneath the elastic waistband of the cotton panties, pressed against Zoe’s hip. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you come all over my face.” She brought the scissors together at the tail end of Zoe’s shocked whimper, then followed up with a second slice that allowed her to peel the fabric back and reveal a neatly trimmed pubic area. “After that, you’ll demonstrate everything you’ve learned.”
Zoe remained frozen as Ren moved the scissors to her other hip. Her pebbled nipples jutted up from the center of her plump breasts like miniature boulders—betraying, perhaps, a hint of arousal? Ren hoped so, even if her curriculum wouldn’t change otherwise. Slicing away the last of Zoe’s modesty, she discarded the ruined panties, then returned the scissors to the nightstand.
Ren ran her hand between Zoe’s legs. Her fingers glided along the slick labia, coated instantly with thick, hot juices that flowed with such abundance that Ren’s instinctive reaction was a peal of shocked laughter. Once the surprise subsided, she said, simply, “You little, lying slut.”
Zoe flinched, panic rippling across her already conflicted expression. “What? No, Mistress . . . ”
Ren raised her shiny fingers as evidence, then brought her wet hand down onto Zoe’s pubic mound. “Pretending you don’t want this.” In a surge of dominance, Ren awarded her another smack, then moved lower to penetrate her defenseless vagina with a single finger. Zoe whined, arching off the mattress in a way that only drew Ren deeper inside. “But you do want it . . . don’t you?”
Zoe dug her heels into the mattress and tried to scoot away, off Ren’s finger. Moving with her, Ren plunged in and out, wriggling the digit to ensure that Zoe stayed focused on the invasive act. Zoe moaned when Ren pushed another finger in, then surrendered, collapsing bonelessly onto the mattress as the fight left her body.
Ren fingered her pussy a bit longer, then slapped the hard tip of Zoe’s breast with her other hand. “Tell me the truth. Do you want this, or not?”
Tears leaked from Zoe’s eyes and tracked slowly down her rosy cheeks. “I . . . don’t know, Ma’am.”
Withdrawing, Ren made sure that Zoe was watching before she licked her hand clean then offered an approving nod. “Yummy.” Impatient for more, she spread Zoe’s swollen labia open with her left hand and bent to take a long, leisurely lick of her fragrant flesh. Upon hearing an obviously begrudging sigh of pleasure, Ren straightened to meet Zoe’s stormy eyes. “No worries, slut. What you want or don’t want won’t change a damn thing about what happens to you tonight.”
A visibly throbbing pulse point in Zoe’s neck begged for a kiss from Ren’s lips. Her voice, however, was hard as steel. “I’m not a slut.”
“No?” Ren climbed over Zoe’s right leg to settle onto her stomach between trembling, lewdly spread thighs. “We’ll see about that.”
The belly beneath Ren’s palm fluttered as she held Zoe steady while lowering her mouth to the puffy labia exposed by her spread-eagled pose. Zoe whimpered at the first touch of Ren’s tongue to her clit, a brief tease that Ren quickly ended. Zoe’s hips canted upward, seeking her out, but Ren grabbed them tightly, pinning Zoe to the mattress before diving in for more. Delving into Zoe’s cunt with her tongue, Ren triggered a breathless cry that left her just as soaked as the pussy she feasted upon. Pausing to breathe some time later, she flashed a wolfish grin.
“You hate this, huh?” With a smug wink, Ren dragged her tongue from Zoe’s narrow opening to her prominent clit. She latched onto the erect nub, sucking lazily as she gazed up the length of Zoe’s body, into hooded eyes. By the time she pulled away, Zoe was panting heavily. “Like, you hate it a lot. That what you want me to believe?”
Zoe squirmed within Ren’s tight grip, no longer trying to get away. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe you like it,” Ren suggested, giving the distended ridge of flesh another languorous suck. “Maybe your pussy wouldn’t be quite this wet if you didn’t love the way I suck on it.” She returned her lips and tongue to their task, thrilled when Zoe rocked harder against her face in response. As soon as Zoe again neared the peak, Ren eased back with a cruel smirk. “Tell me the truth. Do you like how my mouth feels on your cunt?”
Zoe shuddered, a tortured look on her anguished face. “I never wanted—”
“I don’t care what you wanted.” Ren slid her hands along Zoe’s sides, up to squeeze her breasts possessively. “I asked if you liked being eaten by another woman.” She tweaked Zoe’s nipples so hard she yelped. “Lie and I won’t let you come tonight.”
Zoe clamped her eyes tightly shut, quivering under Ren’s authoritative touch. “Of course it feels good,” she whispered. “But that doesn’t—”
“Do you want to come?”
Zoe sniffled, causing fresh tears to track down her face. She nodded.
Dissatisfied with the response, Ren clamped down on Zoe’s nipples until she made eye contact. “Then say the words,” Ren demanded.
Zoe caught her wobbling lower lip in her teeth, visibly tamping down on her emotion. After a beat, she whispered, “I want to come.”
Ren brought a hand up to cup her ear. “Louder, please—and with the proper level of respect, which you sorely lack, by the way.”
Red-cheeked, Zoe managed to raise her volume by a few degrees. “Mistress . . . I want to come. Please.”
“All right,” Ren said in a mildly condescending tone. “But if I do that for you, you’ll need to do something for me. Understand?”
Zoe’s gaze flitted away as humiliation passed over her tortured expression. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Ask me to continue, then.”
Zoe exhaled before meeting Ren’s expectant gaze. “Please, Mistress, make me come. I promise I’ll . . . reciprocate.”
“Don’t worry. I have a feeling you’ll love that part, too.” Ren winked. “Won’t you, slut?”
Zoe released a loud sob when Ren touched her tongue to her clit—then didn’t stop sobbing the entire time it took Ren to work her up to a shattering climax, one that left Ren’s face slick with come and Zoe’s pussy pulsing against her lips. Gratified by both the strength and messiness of Zoe’s orgasm, Ren s
at up and swiped the back of her hand over a wide, cocky grin. She crawled up Zoe’s sweat-slicked body until they were face-to-face and ground her denim-clad hips against Zoe’s slippery, still contracting pussy, leaning in until their lips were millimeters apart. “Did you enjoy that?”
Despite the fresh tears that welled in Zoe’s eyes, she nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes, Mistress. Very much.”
“And now you want to show me what an accomplished student you are?”
Zoe nodded even more vigorously. “Yes, Ma’am. Please . . . let me.”
Unsure how to interpret her trainee’s newfound dedication, Ren decided not to untie Zoe for what came next. “Excellent, slut. That’s what I like to hear . . . ” She paused for effect. “Almost.” Twirling her hand lazily, she elaborated. “You can do better than that, can’t you? Use more of your words, slut . . . dirtier words.”
Zoe’s eyes threatened to spill over. “Mistress, please let me lick your pussy.”
“Eat my cunt?” Ren asked mildly, again placing a cupped hand behind her ear.
Zoe exhaled, then mumbled, “Mistress, may I please . . . eat your cunt?”
“You certainly may,” Ren replied in a bright tone, punctuating the statement by threading her fingers through Zoe’s hair with a firm yank. “Once you ask a little louder. So I can hear.”
Wincing, Zoe glared at Ren with the look of a woman both fierce and beaten. “Ma’am, may I please eat your cunt? So I can show you . . . what an obedient slut I am.”
Thrilled to have broken Zoe to the point of describing herself using a word she clearly despised, Ren stood and stripped off her jeans, then her boxer briefs, then finally—after a quick, internal debate—her button-down shirt as well, leaving her just as naked as her increasingly willing trainee. Zoe’s gaze didn’t stray from Ren as she disrobed, roving up and down her body numerous times before finally coming to rest between her bare thighs. Swallowing convulsively, Zoe appeared unable to tear her attention away from the patch of hair covering Ren’s pubic mound, only briefly flicking her eyes to Ren’s face once she’d climbed onto the bed to straddle Zoe’s narrow shoulders.
“Remember what I did to you?” Ren nudged Zoe beneath her chin to encourage eye contact.
Zoe nodded as her focus strayed back to Ren’s pussy—which had to be positively dripping, Ren knew. “I remember, Ma’am. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I’ll . . . I’ll never forget.”
Glad of that, Ren shuffled farther up the bed on her knees, until she hovered above Zoe’s pretty face. “Then you know what I want. Don’t stop until you feel my orgasm. Got it?”
Zoe’s breath washed over Ren’s labia. “Yes, Ma’am. Please . . . ”
Intrigued, Ren prompted, “Please, what?”
“Put it in my mouth,” Zoe keened. “Please . . . Ma’am . . . I want to taste you.”
Wetness gushed from Ren as she honored the provocative request by lowering herself onto Zoe’s willing face. “Open wide,” she murmured, wriggling against the muscle that immediately flattened against her sensitive folds. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
Moaning, Zoe raised her head off the pillow to push the stiff tip of her tongue into Ren’s vagina with breath-taking swiftness. Ren gasped and again threaded her fingers in Zoe’s long hair, holding on tight as she bobbed up and down like a rodeo cowgirl in pursuit of a record-breaking ride. Zoe intensified the suction on her clit without withdrawing her tongue, a display of natural ability that made Ren question whether this was truly her first experience with a woman. Leaving that question for later, she tightened her hand in Zoe’s hair and barked a harsh command. “Stop tongue-fucking me. Suck my clit like I sucked yours. Ungrateful little bitch.”
Zoe flinched at the slur, as Ren had hoped she would, then complied after what sounded vaguely like a muffled Yes, Ma’am. Ren shifted her weight backward to allow Zoe a moment to breathe freely through her nose, then pressed forward, forcing herself even deeper into Zoe’s mouth as full, eager lips skillfully latched on to her clit. Groaning at the joy of receiving hard-earned head, Ren loosened her hold on Zoe’s hair and gave the silky locks a few affectionate pats.
“Much better,” Ren praised. “You want to swallow my come, don’t you?”
Zoe responded with an impassioned nod, tugging the distended clit in her mouth up and down until Ren’s thighs shook. Turned on by the one-sided dialogue, Ren kept talking as she rocked ever more fervently against Zoe’s face.
“You’ll do nicely, I think. At the parties. You know, the ones we throw for our female clientele. You’ll be the main attraction. The entertainment.” By now Ren was making shit up as she went along, but the visceral surge of Zoe’s body beneath hers made her wish she could organize a real gang bang in her trainee’s honor. Zoe lapped the tip of Ren’s clit even faster, while her diligent, rhythmic lips increased their suction against both it and her tender labia. Ren drove herself deeper into Zoe’s hot mouth, taking charge to ensure that she received exactly what she needed to come. “But first I need to break you in. To make sure you’ve got what it takes to satisfy up to ten women at once.” Ren reached back and slapped Zoe’s left breast, making her jolt, then suck harder. “So far you’re off to a promising start.”
When Zoe faltered, Ren instinctively eased off her face so she could breathe. Zoe gulped for air, then whispered, nervously, “No, Ma’am, please . . . I can’t—”
“Back to work.” Cutting off her pleas, Ren sat back down—just as Zoe turned her face to the side in protest. Aware that her clit was now smashed against one of Zoe’s tear-stained cheeks, Ren rolled her hips crudely, smearing her juices across every inch of soft skin she could find. “I said back to work,” Ren repeated, then ground her clit against Zoe’s clenched jaw. “Damn it.” Frustrated by the sudden lack of response after being so very close, Ren swiveled to face the opposite direction and reached between Zoe’s spread thighs to position three fingertips at her unprotected entrance. “Suck me off right the fuck now, or I’ll shove all three of my fingers into your tight, innocent hole. To be clear, they’re going in no matter what, but . . . don’t you want it to be at least somewhat pleasant for you?”
With a defeated cry, Zoe enveloped Ren with her mouth and resumed her magnificent service. Ren sighed in contentment at the blissful slide of Zoe’s tongue against her most sensitive spots. A renewed flood of wetness gushed out of Zoe to coat Ren’s fingertips, coaxing her to press in deeper, until she’d breached the slick opening to sink nearly an inch inside. Zoe cried out against Ren’s labia, but never stopped sucking.
“That’s right.” Parking her butt on Zoe’s face and her clit even more firmly within the tight circle of her lips, Ren waggled each finger independently, eliciting a tortured moan from Zoe that sent delicious vibrations directly into her own throbbing clit. Hating to be so close, this soon, Ren tried and failed to find the willpower necessary to cease her increasingly urgent movements against Zoe’s prodigious tongue. Though she wanted to stretch this lesson out as long as humanly possible, it seemed her once reluctant protégé had decided to ace her first real test. Recalling her earlier musings, Ren lobbed a casually brutal accusation in a voice roughened by desire. “Only a genuine, grade-A slut gives head this nice.”
Zoe sucked even harder, so that Ren had to brace herself on her free hand while she forced all three fingers even deeper. Zoe’s next loud moan undid Ren completely. She cursed under her breath, spasming helplessly into Zoe’s hot mouth as a thunderous wave of pure ecstasy swept her away. The pleasure grew in intensity for what felt like forever—until Ren feared she might pass out cold before it slowly ebbed away. Moving off Zoe’s mouth only when she was certain she couldn’t take any more, Ren collapsed next to her heaving trainee for only a moment before she sat up to reach for the open drawer of her nightstand.
Careful not to sound winded, Ren affected a placid tone. “That was . . . acceptable. Time for lesson two: Finding pleasure in everything that’s done to you.” She withdrew a medium-sized dildo
from the drawer, along with a bottle of lube, and released Zoe’s wrists and ankles from the leather cuffs. Ren spent time rubbing each one, soothing the reddened imprints left by the restraints until Zoe gradually relaxed. Taking that as her cue, Ren seized Zoe’s hips in a cruel grip, flipping her onto her stomach so she could climb on top. She put her mouth near Zoe’s delicate right ear to issue her next command in a low, uncompromising growl. “Open your legs. It’s time to take Mistress’s cock.”
Zoe turned her face to the side, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Ren fit the wide head of the dildo against Zoe’s relaxed opening, silently counted to ten, then drove the entire shaft into her with surprising ease. “You’ve done this before,” Ren accused, easing out, then back in. “Haven’t you?”
“No, Ma’am, I swear.”
Ren rewarded Zoe with a sharp slap on her round butt. “Spread your buttcheeks apart for me, sweetheart. With your hands.”
Despite body language that betrayed her growing reluctance, Zoe continued to obey. She pulled her plump buttocks open to show Ren the tiny, puckered hole concealed within. “Mistress . . . ” Zoe’s voice quavered. “Please, not there.”
Leaving the dildo lodged inside Zoe’s pussy, Ren slathered her finger with a generous amount of lube, then touched Zoe’s anus gently, giving her a chance to adjust to the sensation. “I’ll make you like it.” She massaged the tense circle of muscle without attempting to press inside. “Promise.” Indeed, Zoe had already started to moan. Eager to complete her initiation, Ren said, “Play with your clit. It’ll help.”
Zoe hurried to obey, shoving her right hand beneath her stomach, then lower to fondle her sopping folds. “Thanks, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome.” With that, Ren pushed her index finger inside Zoe’s formerly untouched ass. Zoe let out a high-pitched squeal and tried to wriggle away, but Ren corrected her with a sharp reprimand. “Wrong. Lie there like a good slut while I fuck both your holes.” She twisted the finger buried in Zoe’s butt, then jammed the dildo deeper into her cunt. “It stops when you make yourself come.”