I froze as she spoke, my heart skipping a beat.
"Do I get a reward?" She purred. I whipped my head around to face her, jumping as her face appeared just inches from mine. I swallowed and turned back to my phone, not recalling seeing it. The arm on my back tightened around my waist, sending shivers through my body. "Come on," she whispered in my ear, almost touching. "Don't I deserve a reward?" My heart quickened its pace, and my breath caught in my throat.
"W-what do y-you wa-want?" I managed to breathe out. She gently bit my neck, just below my ear, and I couldn't help the soft breathy moan that escaped my throat. My stomach turned and I shifted slightly.
"I would think that was obvious." She chuckled. I looked up at her, a sexy smirk twisting her lips. I know my eyes were wide and pathetic, but I was so confused... She could have anyone she wanted...why me? Then the thought occurred to me; she didn't want me, she just knew I liked her and she wanted sex. I looked down and sighed. She pressed herself against me, warmth radiating off her. "Please Kira." She breathed in my ear. I don't think that I had ever heard her say please before. She bit my neck and I couldn't help it anymore. Even if she was just pretending. I couldn't say no to her.
"A-alright..." I started, but she cut me off before I could continue. She pushed me on my side and pressed her lips to mine. I melted against her, her lips soft against mine, yet firm. She forced her tongue into my mouth, mine joining hers to dance. Somehow she ended up on top, not that I minded. Her weight pressing down on me, the confinement between her and the bed, it felt so close and hot. I always knew I was a bottom, and, in my fantasies, a submissive.
She ground her hips against mine and I shifted so I could slide a leg between hers, my leg and hip pressing against her most sensitive areas. She moaned before sinking her teeth into my neck, with not quite enough pressure to break the skin, but hard enough to easily bruise a normal person, and my pale skin was softer than most. I tipped my head to the side for her and moaned, trailing my fingers in her long ebony hair. I moved against her, grinding my leg into her pussy as she chewed on my neck, her moans feeling wonderful on the sensitive bruised skin. I moved my hand under the back of her shirt, goosebumps breaking out over her skin at my touch.
She suddenly pulled away from my neck and I snapped out of the daze I was in, realizing what I had done. I looked at my hands, gaping a bit. They had been in Talulah's gorgeous hair, and then touched that silky caramel skin. I glanced up at her, noticing the dark-hair beauty was still sitting on my lap. I felt silly laying there while she leered down at me, so I slowly sat up with a blush. She grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, my head over her shoulder as she bit into my neck again, near where she left off before. I was soon lost in soft moans and pleasure. She slid her hands under my shirt and undid my bra. I gasped, but she bit down at that exact moment, so it came out more like a squeak. She laughed and trailed her long nails on my back, scrapping and leaving tracks of cool pain. My hands got squished between our chests, and as I moved them, I felt those soft tits beneath my hands and couldn't resist the urge to squeeze them. We gasped together, her either from surprise or pleasure. I gasped because the warm mounds were soft to the touch, perky and seemed to be perfectly fitted to my hands, my short fingers easily kneading the masses. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear hear he soft moans and feel her shaking breath down my neck.
She pulled away and seized my hands. I looked at her, confused, as she simply smirked at me. She shifted my left hand, the long fingers of one of her hands wrapping both my wrists in a tight grip. I looked up at her, my eyes big and dark. I wanted her. And she knew it.
She silently reached her free hand up, gently poking my neck. I gasped, the tingling pain of a bruise buzzing through me. I was speechless as she trailed her finger around the circumference of my neck, along the long string of bruises. She chuckled at my mixture of confusion and pain.
"I think you'd know a collar, bitch." She freed my hands, slapping one as I instinctively tried to feel the dark marks I knew were there. "You're my bitch now, got that? You do what I say, you live to serve me. Now strip." She never broke eye contact with me. I quivered with a mixture of excitement nervousness and want. I shifted as I grew damp between the legs. She must've not had any idea what she was doing to me. This must be a dream, she could never want me, certainly not like this. Still I complied.
"Y-yes ma'am." I stuttered out, my hands shaking slightly as I slowly pulled off my sweater, then my top and useless bra. Her mouth dropped and she seized my chest.
"Where have you been hiding these!" She exclaimed, playing with and rolling my large breasts in her hands. I breathed a moan, the question lost on me as she began rubbing her thumbs over my nipples, who quickly hardened at the touch. She took one in her mouth and I moaned loudly. They were far too sensitive for my own good, especially in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue swirling around and flicking the nub repeatedly. My arms gave out and I fell backwards. She pinned my hands down on either side of my head and leered down at me, her face directly above mine. "How big are they?" She cooed.
"Th-thirty-six Ds, ma'am." I looked to the side with blush as I answered. To the right was the vanity, and I could see myself in the mirror. Talulah looked absolutely gorgeous, hanging over the prone me, graceful and powerful as a panther. I wanted her to rip my confining leggings and soaking panties off me, I was dying for release from their uncomfortable grasp. I looked back up at her as she spoke, startling me from my thoughts.
