This story follows after Learning Pleasure (https://www.literotica.com/s/learning-pleasure). Chronologically, it takes place immediately afterward. I have done my best to make this one readable without reading the first. I think many readers might appreciate the characters more, though, if they read Learning Pleasure before this.
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She reclined in regal elegance, her massive wine-colored leather wing chair making her look even more petite than she was.
She wore nudity with as much composure as she wore skimpy party dresses. Her generous bosom still rose and fell a little bit with heavy breathing, and her face shone with the look of a woman who has exactly what she wants.
She sat with her legs spread, undecorous, unladylike, and even so, regal elegance still fit her somehow. She grinned down at me, like an oracle with a secret joke, like she knew my future and it was fun.
Her name was Aria Thames, and she had conquered my world and claimed it for her own.
Only eighteen years old, Aria inhabited and personified the beauty of youth from her legs to her breasts to her jet black hair. Child of inherited wealth, she knew exactly what she wanted and expected to get it.
One entered Aria's world as something she wanted, or one was not allowed to enter it.
I was in Aria's world.
Naked but for diamonds she had given me, I knelt before her, smiling, playful, happy, and aroused.
She made me feel like a Volkswagen Golf next to a Ferrari. My brown hair framed a face showing it's first laugh line or two. Willpower and the gym kept my figure from reflecting nearly four decades of life. Hips a little wider, breasts a little smaller, between my legs a little bushier, everything a little plainer than Aria's perfection.
I had a husband. I had a daughter Aria's age.
Everyone said Aria, the boss's daughter, acted like she owned her father's law firm. I thought it was just rumor and exaggeration, until she wanted me alone and my husband was suddenly called out of town for work.
Everyone said Aria was the most popular girl at school, able to make or break a kid's social life. I thought that was just teenage melodrama, until Aria wanted me alone, and my daughter was suddenly invited to the popular girls' first ski weekend.
Spoiled. Wealthy. Beautiful. Arrogant. Commanding. Selfish. Assertive. Aggressive. Demanding.
Aria mixed them all together in a kind of sexual alchemy until the world obeyed her every whim.
Including me.
Over the past two weeks, she seduced me with secret smiles and smoky glances and whispers. I was in awe of her, mystified, willing to be led -- eager for it. Aria was graceful, smooth, and utterly, impeccably in command.
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This story begins moments after Aria and I had just made love for the first time. Or, to be more accurate, after I had just pleasured her for the first time.
Her promise was part of her seduction: "I like teaching women like you to please me. I like teaching naive, demure women the taste of another woman's pleasure."
Moments ago, I had learned what was promised. The taste of her still sparkled on my tongue, the smell of her still tickled my nose. The memory of kissing her smooth, hairless vulva was overshadowed only by the reality in front of me, every bit as wonderful as the memory.
Her beautiful sex.
Once a great mystery to me, like a goblet of finer wine than I had ever tasted, now like a new home. Still learning all its secret places, still exploring every hidden place, but settling in and becoming very comfortable there.
Her labia shone with sweat and more precious moisture than that. Full and thick, like perfect fruit, they smiled at me, inviting me back.
The woman herself did the same, with a flash of teeth, a blown kiss, and a crook of her finger.
My first time pleasuring her on my knees hinted at something new about myself -- something I had never known before. I loved licking her. I loved feeling her arousal and excitement mount with every movement of my tongue. More than all of that, I loved that I had been told before I came here that it was going to be about her pleasure, and my education, and not the reverse.
So when, at her ease in that huge chair, almost like a queen, she crooked her finger at me, nonverbally saying, "Please me again," something stirred in me. Desire, yes. But more than desire. Something was awake now that went deeper than lust, deeper, even, than discovering the delight of another woman's body.
She commanded. I obeyed.
I was shocked to discover that that felt hot -- hotter than anything I had ever felt before. I wanted her to enjoy my obedience.
I crawled across the floor. On my hands and knees, neck uncomfortable from keeping my head up to smile at her, I made my way toward my new place in the world.
I tried to sway. It's a lot harder on all fours than it is walking, but I moved my hands and knees to the center and let the rhythm of each bit of progress move my hips. Under me, my breasts swayed too.
Aria twitched her lips up to let me know she appreciated my effort, but said nothing, waiting for me to reach her. I wanted to be there instantaneously. I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to lose my soul between her thighs again. I wanted to breathe in the scent of her pleasure and forget all of my boring, bourgeois past.
But I made myself move slow. This was my second time pleasing Aria. My first, mere minutes ago, taught me a lesson or two. One of them was that Aria enjoyed it more the slower I went. So I made my crawl into sensual art, rather than pouncing on her with the greed and hunger I truly felt.
Her face contained no impatience at all, only approval. That approval hit me like blowing on a fire -- it made me hotter. Just the look in her eyes was making my whole body tingle.
I arrived before her throne, the Princess gazing down at me, still simply letting me do this my way. Even then, just a hint of her intoxicating aroma reached my nose. I could hear her breathing. I could only be imagining it, but almost I thought I heard the beating of her heart.
And as I hung my head down for just a fraction of a second to give my aching neck a rest, I saw something and thought something I had never thought before.
Redder than her chair, redder than the dress pooled on the floor beside the chair, Aria's perfectly painted toenails.
This new desire she had planted in me whispered in my ear. At the merest thought of my next act, the heat in the middle of me became an urgent need.
I looked up at her. I gave her my own grin, as if to say there was still a bit of this show that belonged to me rather than her.
And I bowed my head down to the floor, and pressed my lips to her feet.
The sound that came out of Aria was like a purr and a hum, like a big cat content in the sun, and like a sigh of delight.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm oh Plaything. Oh Plaything. You learn *so* fast."
In response I breathed on her ankle before touching my lips to it lighter than a feather. Then I licked the base of her calf muscle, and ever, ever so slowly let my wet tongue find its way to her knee.
And then her thighs.
