Alors, allez-y
: let me hear how those of your species beg. Come on:
woof, woof
! Let me hear it."
Pushed to the brink of excitement by the expertly conducted game, it was a real relief for Azuki to give in to the blackmail and, with her nose still firmly in contact with her tormentor's foot, let herself go and languidly pronounce a simple, hoarse, and sensual
"
Woof woof
?"
With a sadistically pleased expression, Cassandra savored that sensation of victory as long as possible, taking a long drag from the vaporizer before fixing her eyes full of almost cruel malice on her "victim," blowing out the cigarette smoke, and replying with an equally hoarse tone of desire,
"
Bien sûr
"
Further fueled by that gesture, which she found infinitely exciting, Azuki finally circumvented her companion's foot and began to travel up her leg, covering it with kisses and languid licks.
As soon as she passed the edge of the stockings, Azuki's eyes were drawn to the spectacle that awaited her at the end of her journey: Cassandra's pubic area, in contrast to the rest of her extremely well-groomed and smooth appearance, was a thick forest of black curls that the very skimpy designer thong could not contain at all. The sophisticated lace embroideries were embedded in a completely wild jungle, creating a truly spectacular contrast.
Obviously, it was a deliberate effect, or better yet, sought after. All according to the meticulous instructions that Azuki had generously given; from the obvious black color to how snug the model should have been, from the shape the rubber band should have to sensually slip between the buttocks to the "V" shape it should have at the front and so on, up to how much hair should poke out to tickle her perversions.
And Cassandra had done well. Very well. She had followed every instruction and even more: she had observed her mistress's reactions to every model worn, to every "adjustment" of her trimming, to understand even the subtlest nuances of her desires, which even Azuki herself ignored. How thick the curls should be, how long, and how straight or curly they should be. How much they should grow on the inner thigh, how much towards the navel they should rise with a thin strip giving the feeling of being "wild" without being "hirsute."
All to perfectly satisfy her mistress's desires, all to see Azuki's gaze filled with lust when it landed on her.
And that very gaze had now taken over her face, mixing with surprise and even a little embarrassment (which was almost unheard of for someone like Azuki) when she realized she had been staring motionless between her companion's thighs a little longer than appropriate, like a victim of Stendhal syndrome. The situation didn't improve when she raised her eyes and found Cassandra waiting for her with a cunning, victorious, and penetrating gaze that left no doubt that she had caught her in the act, especially when paired with the mocking and mischievous smile that slowly spread across her seductive face. Determined to raise the stakes, Cassie brought the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag, never taking her eyes off her, then blew it away to one side, making sure to accentuate the femme fatale movement to which that gesture lent itself well.
Enchanted by that seductive sight, Azuki couldn't look away.
Fuck, she was hot... Fuck, she was good. That slut really knew her stuff. She knew every single trick in the book to drive her wild, and she was using each one of them, one after the other. It wasn't enough for her to be a perfect ten in looks and body; she wanted to blow her mind with desire: the cigarette, the gaze, the pose, the lingerie, the five-inch heels... the scent.
That pungent scent of sex wafting up from between her thighs, still mixed and masked by the fabric of her thong. Even so, she could still smell it, could still feel that Cassandra was extremely aroused, and that only made her more eager. And as that scent invaded her nostrils, assaulting her sense of smell before climbing up to fuck up her brain, as the excitement began to make her pant with desire, while her eyes looked up at the haughty face of her impromptu mistress, Azuki's face descended lower and lower, until it rested, mouth and nose, against the black fabric.
The stimulus became so intense that her eyes almost rolled back in their sockets as she took a deep breath, and when her vision returned, she found her companion's dominant gaze waiting for her, giving her orders once again.
"Take them off," she ordered abruptly.
Cassandra's icy demeanor shattered even the semblance of control Azuki still held onto; she frantically reached for the elastic of the thong, but just a second before she could slip her slender fingers between the fabric and the skin, Cassie's foot came down hard on her face again, this time pushing her away forcefully.
"Mais alors tu es vraiment une stupide putain de conne!"
Her companion's severe voice scolded her.
To Azuki's incredulous look, like a child who had his ice cream taken away, Cassie replied, annoyed, "Not with those dirty paws of yours! Have you ever seen bitches pick up snacks with their paws?!" A timid and guilty shake of the head from Azuki.
"Et alors? Tu sais ce que tu dois faire."
Finished with her reprimand, Cassandra leaned back against the wall, assuming her relaxed and regal pose once again, and, spreading her thighs again, she silently signaled her lover to continue.
For her part, Azuki, scolded but not dissuaded in the least, dove back between the other's legs, going after the thong's thin rubber band with her teeth, working diligently despite the difficult challenge.
Removing the first one from around her companion's marble-like buttock was hell, making her grunt with frustration. Rubbing her face against that work of art, feeling its smooth skin caressing her cheek, feeling with all her senses the proximity to her most intimate parts without being able to fully surrender to them yet: every stimulus made her even more crazed with lust.
Cassandra was merciful and helped by pulling off the first leg herself while Azuki held the elastic taut, but then she closed her thighs, silently forcing her to remove the thong from the other leg for its entire length, to the point she had to fight with the
Louboutin
heel to get it off.
When the mission was accomplished, Cassie could finally look upon her masterpiece: Azuki was on all fours in front of her, her panties between her teeth like a trophy she refused to part with, her eyes sparkling and her breath short with desire. To tell the truth, more than a bitch, she felt like she had turned her into a she-wolf... and a seriously hungry one at that.
And she liked that a lot, to the point that, still with that satisfied smile, she was very happy to reward her predator by spreading her thighs again, showing herself completely defenseless before her.
Now wound up like a spring, Azuki just allowed herself the theatrics of tossing away the thong with a flick of her head, and then she lunged forward and claimed her coveted prize.
The moment her lover's tongue touched her sex sent a devastating electric shock down Cassandra's spine, but that was just the beginning. The vast experience Azuki had in unleashing others' pleasure, combined with the hunger that had built up inside her, hit Cassandra with such force that it made it impossible for her to maintain the composure her role should have imposed on her. She could barely hold on when she felt the other's tongue rummaging between her lips to taste the intimacy that had been cruelly denied her, but when she felt it rise and stimulate one of her most sensitive spots, her head snapped back and her back arched, while her right hand, which still held the cigarette between her fingers, gripped her companion's head, pressing it onto her sex.
Miraculously, she stifled the scream of pleasure that burst from her throat and thanked Azuki's fervor, which made her totally unaware of anything but what her lips were delving into, thus preventing her from seeing Cassandra's face distorted in that silent howl and her eyes wide with ecstatic pleasure.
But the relief was short-lived because soon her mind turned against her too, focusing her attention not only on the pleasure but also on who was giving it to her. Knowing that her mistress was right there, between her thighs, enjoying her taste, her smell, with the same fervor as a castaway savors their first meal after being rescued, was an ecstasy even greater than what Azuki's mouth was already giving her.
With each stroke of the tongue, that thought multiplied the pleasure, and it took very little for her body to betray her, responding to her lover's caresses with increasingly determined spasms of pleasure.
Finally, her attempts to resist the premature and devastating orgasm that was building up inside her became truly detrimental, because with every languid moan turned into a hoarse growl, she felt the strength of the wave of pleasure that would overwhelm her when the dam inevitably broke growing alarmingly.
