“Sapph. Come on, look at me.”
I forced my eyes up, even though I wanted to do everything but.
She was sitting even closer. Her hand was dangerously close to my thigh.
My heart was pounding.
My phone was on the coffee table and I glanced at it before looking back at her.
“You want to do it?” I asked her, and she giggled.
“Yeah, I’ve had worse,” she winked at me, and I slapped her thigh.
“Slut!”
“Don’t say it till you know it.”
She took my phone from the coffee table and turned on the camera, taking a selfie with her lips pouted and handing me the phone.
“Tell him I’m here,” she said. “Is he at work?”
“Yeah.” I sent off the text and we sat there in silence until I got a reply.Why is your tongue not down her throat?I gasped at his words, and Maria took the phone from my hand, laughing when she read the reply.
“Well?” she asked me, looking cross. “You better please your master, little Pet.”
It felt fucking weird. Really weird, sitting there with her and knowing what was about to happen.
I’d never really been turned on by a girl. It was the scenario, knowing how much King would like it. It made me wet just thinking about it, and I shifted my weight on the couch uncomfortably, hoping Maria hadn’t noticed.
I looked up at her, and her eyes were on me. She made a grab for me, her fingers wrapping in my hair. My heart pounded so loudly. Was I really going through with this?
In the end, she didn’t leave me a choice.
She pulled me close, tipped my head back just like King had done so many times before her.
And then she was kissing me, her mouth cold and her tongue tasting of wine.
I gasped against her and she took the chance to kiss me deeper. A part of me wanted to push her off. Another part wanted her to make me come so I’d really have something to show King.
As she deepened our kiss, that desire grew.
I mewled against her mouth and I felt her grin.
“Smile, pretty Pet,” she said against my lips, and snapped another picture.
She moved away for long enough to send it, and then she was back, her body hot against mine. Her dress had slipped off her shoulder and I touched her skin tentatively. She felt hot to the touch. Her skin was smooth, not peppered with goosebumps like mine.
I let her get on top of me. I couldn’t make sense of anything, of the sudden charge she’d taken over me. She reminded me of King as she took what she wanted, and her hand slipped between my legs.
“Maria!” I protested, and she grabbed my throat with her free hand. Just like King.
“Shut the fuck up, Pet,” she grinned at me. “Give him something to be jealous about.”
I tried to get away half-heartedly, but I couldn’t. I was too horny, too needy to feel something inside me.
“Lie back,” she told me, and I did.
She moved away and took a picture of me like that, sprawled with my legs open and my wet pussy exposed. She sent it and I heard the phone going off a second later.
“Bet you he’ll be home in ten minutes,” she winked at me. “You can thank me later.”
“I…” I whispered. “I’m not sure I want to.”
“We can either have some fun while we wait,” she told me, taking a sip of her wine from the bottle. “Or we can wait and watch TV. Up to you, little Pet.”
I stared at her hard, hating her for making me decide.
“Fuck you,” I muttered.
“I’d love to.”
She moved back and caged my body under hers. She wasn’t much bigger than me yet she took control so easily. But I knew she had submitted to King so easily. I couldn’t make sense of that either.
In seconds, her fingers were inside me and I cried out.
“Please,” I begged her. “I can’t, this is too weird!”
“It won’t be weird when you get fucked because of it,” she told me slyly. “Won’t be weird when he comes home and drags you to the playroom to fuck your pretty brains out.”
My pussy clenched around her, I could feel it, and so could she.
“Nasty little Pet,” she told me. “I knew he’d make you do this.”
“H-he told you?” I stammered, crying out when she curled her fingers inside me.
“No,” she confessed. “I just knew it. He always liked a bit of girl on girl action.”
I growled in anger. I didn’t want that to be true, and I especially didn’t want her knowing things I didn’t know.
I got up, her hand slipping out as I straddled her.
“Fuck you, Maria,” I told her. “He’s mine.”
“He used to be mine,” she snarled at me, and I smacked her across the face. Just like that.
She held her cheek and stared at me in shock. And I giggled.