Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

Camilla leaned back and stared at Lindsey. “What did the two of you talk about?”

“Nothing much,” Lindsey said hurriedly.

“It doesn’t matter. Once again, we’re talking about my sister when we could be doing more exciting things.” Beneath the sheets, Camilla’s hand crept up Lindsey’s thigh, pushing up the hem of her nightie.

Lindsey gave Camilla her most innocent look. “Like what, Mistress?”

Camilla moved in closer and drew her lips up the side of Lindsey’s neck, all the way to her ear. “Like your Mistress finally letting you pleasure her.”

“Do you mean-” Lindsey’s words died in her chest as Camilla kissed her way down the side of Lindsey’s throat.

“Yes,” Camilla said. “But you first.”

Camilla took hold of the hem of Lindsey’s nightie and tugged it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Camilla swept her lips down to Lindsey’s nipples. They were already hard from just the suggestion of getting to pleasure her Mistress.

“I’m going to need to get warmed up.” Camilla pushed Lindsey’s shoulders down onto the bed. “And nothing gets me hotter than wringing one of those delicious orgasms from you.”

Lindsey stared shamelessly at Camilla above her. Her silk nightgown was so thin it might as well have been invisible. Just weeks ago, Lindsey had been adamant that she wasn’t attracted to Camilla because she had ‘the wrong equipment.’ Now, every part of Camilla’s body made Lindsey throb. Her supple curves. Her soft, insistent lips. The tiny pebbled nipples poking through the fabric of her nightgown.

Camilla slid her free hand down to where Lindsey’s thighs met and teased her swelling clit. Lindsey drew in a gasping breath. Camilla leaned down and sucked Lindsey’s nipple through her teeth, eliciting a strangled whimper. She tweaked the other nipple with her fingers.

“Oh, Mistress. That feels so good.” Lindsey writhed on the bed, twisting the sheets around her. She had never gone from zero to wet and panting so quickly. Her gasps turned to moans as Camilla increased the pace.

“Do you want your Mistress to fuck you?” Camilla asked.

“Yes,” Lindsey replied. “Please!”

Camilla glided her fingers down Lindsey’s slit and entered her carefully. Lindsey quivered. She had no idea how many fingers were inside her, but they were enough to fill her up. Camilla began to delve in and out, first slowly, then hard and fast.

Lindsey arched up, pushing back into Camilla’s hand. She reached up to grab onto Camilla’s hip, but all she could grasp was a fistful of silk. She clung onto it tightly. This was so different from when Camilla had fucked her with a strap-on. This way, Camilla had far more control. And with her fingers inside stroking Lindsey’s sweet spot, and her thumb grazing Lindsey’s bud, she was being flooded with pleasure from all angles.

“Mistress!” She arched up one final time and threw her head back as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Lindsey held on to Camilla until her tremors subsided and she fell back to the bed.

That earth-shattering orgasm should have left Lindsey spent. Instead, it made her even more eager to please her Mistress.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said. “Can I serve you now?”

“Yes.” Camilla’s voice rang with passion. “Just remember what I said. I like to hold the reins.”

Camilla threw one leg over Lindsey, straddling her, and pulled her silk nightgown up her hips. The lips between her thighs had a wet sheen, like dew on a flower. It wasn’t like Lindsey had never seen a pussy before. But she had never seen one that made her want to touch it, and taste it, and explore it. Not until now.

Camilla shuffled up the bed, holding her nightie around her waist, until she was kneeling over Lindsey’s head. “Do you want to taste me?”

Lindsey’s breath shuddered. “Yes, Mistress.” Camilla’s intentions were clear. ‘Holding the reins’ wasn’t just a metaphor.

Camilla grabbed onto the headboard. Gently, she lowered herself down onto Lindsey’s mouth. Lindsey slipped her tongue into Camilla slit, lapping at her folds. They were like liquid silk, and so hot that they seemed to burn. She slid her tongue down to Camilla’s entrance, darting it inside. Her upper lip tickled Camilla’s clit.

“God, yes.” Camilla shifted her hips, pressing herself against Lindsey’s lips.

Lindsey got the message loud and clear. She took Camilla in her mouth, licking and sucking her swollen nub. Camilla gyrated her hips, riding against Lindsey’s face. The silk of Camilla’s nightie fell down around Lindsey’s head, Camilla’s dizzying scent enveloping her.

“Faster,” Camilla urged.

Lindsey redoubled her efforts, devouring her Mistress. Atop her, Camilla moaned and bucked, nearly smothering Lindsey with her thrusts. The bed rocked and creaked around them.

Finally, a cry erupted from Camilla’s chest, and her thighs began to shake. Lindsey licked away gently, until Camilla rose up, climbing off Lindsey and collapsing next to her.

Lindsey rolled onto her side and ran her palm up Camilla’s chest. “How did I do, Mistress?”