(Again, thank you so much,
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, for the quick editing and reply. To all the viewers, the voters, and the nice comments, thank you, I really enjoyed such a quick feedback. I'll try and answer personally the comments ASAP, something like "feedback on feedback". *Inception's tone rings* Anyway, here's Chapter 02, with more orgasms-that-shatter-the-boundaries-of-impossible, and I really hope you enjoy the sequel. I plan on going on with this story as long as everyone appreciates it.)
Gabrielle lifter her hand, touching Sophie's lips and smearing cum on her lips and chin. Sophie couldn't hold herself and started licking her lips and Gabrielle's fingers, coated with the thick honey. At the same time, Sophie gingerly touched Gabrielle's thin waist with both hands.
"Are you ready to cum more?" She asked with her voice full of intent.
"More?" Sophie whispered. "Is it even possible? I thought it was my time to pleasure you," she replied, trying to bite her lip. Gabrielle moved her head aside to avoid her.
"It seems you still don't get it Sophie. I'm the one in charge here." She moved her hand to her neck, without pressing in, only signaling her domination. Sophie trembled slightly and looked at the towering redhead that smiled at her sweet frailty with malice and sultriness at the same time.
"You're... what?" Sophie whimpered. Gabrielle laughed with delight, and Sophie trembled again. Gabrielle could clearly feel Sophie was never in a situation like this, and so, she could never predict her next action.
She pressed her neck only with her fingers, and moved like a snake to whisper, "In charge, baby. We will play a small game now, OK? Unfortunately I have nothing to tie you, so I'll have to keep holding your neck."
"Tie me?!"
"Silence, Sophie. Listen to the rules."
Gabrielle moved her backwards slowly while talking, one step at a time, until Sophie's back leaned against the bedroom's wall. "I imagine you never had a woman before, right?"
"'Course I did. But not like this..."
"I thought so," she answered, smiling. "Well, I'll ask questions about the contracts I gave you earlier. The more you answer me correctly, the more I'll be passionate and sweet with you. The more you make mistakes... you can guess what's going to happen with you. If you get three wrong answers in a row, you lose. If you get three right answers in a row, you win.
"So, how about we start?" The final word matched the moment Sophie's back touched the wall.
"OK Gabrielle, OK... I'll... I'll... I'll obey." Sophie was panting with expectation, almost as if she had a quick sprint minutes before.
"Excellent. What was the name of the Russian that signed the contract about the vodka trading?"
"
WHAT?!
" Sophie bellowed, only to earn a wild reproachful look from the other woman. When she met her eyes, she noticed her mistake and lowered her eyes. "S-Sorry, Gabrielle. I'm really sorry."
"Wrong answer, Sophie."
"But!"
"How many Porto wine bottles are going to be exported in the next month?" She interrupted.
"You want me to do calculations now? I just squirted like I-don't-know-what on your hand!"