Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 16

Elise

I never understood the act of sex, or the addiction, but the feeling of having Lauren in between my legs, kissing my inner thighs made me throb with desperation.

I struggle against the bindings that hold my hands above my head, trying to stabilize myself by any means necessary as my body trembles on the mattress.

“No sound,” she reminds, her tongue penetrating into me without so much as a warning. I gasp at the strange sensation of her hot wet tongue playing inside of me, like she was searching for something.

“Remember when I told you I can manipulate certain parts of my body?” She asks after removing her tongue, which I can only stiffly nod to because her finger is introduced once more and maddeningly gentle pace, hitting me in all the right places but not with enough pressure to satisfy but enough to drive me insane with want.

“Well a certain part happens to be my tongue,” her breaths hit my core, causing a shiver to run up my spine. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Her tongue enters me once more, but instead of stopping where it had a moment ago, I feel it penetrate deeper and deeper, rubbing against my g-spot and poking deeper still.

My back arches from the bed and my hips unconsciously buck for more friction. Her warm hands push them back to the mattress hard, forcing them not to move.

Her tongue swirls in between my walls, touching everything it can reach before being pulled out and pushed back in, in a slow and gentle manner that is unfulfilling for release I desperately need.

I feel my juices roll down my thighs and soak into the bed. Her tongue stops swirling, still deep inside me, and her hands move up from my hips to my breasts, where they hold and squeeze, making me want to moan and whimper all at the same time.

Her tongue pulls out from between my walls and licks around my clit, not touching my throbbing bud but torturing me along with her hands that are setting me on fire with desire as they pinch my nipples.

Her one hand trails down from my upper body to my sex, leaving a tingling trail with her nails. She runs two fingers up and down my folds avoiding my clit.

“Prepare to beg,” she says, pushing her fingers into me so roughly that my back arches once more and my toes curl.

My body screams to let go of all control, as her thrust becomes more powerful and curl against my wall.