Tessa laid on the bed, starting sprawled, legs out, and dipped her hand under her waistband. She knew exactly what she was going to imagine – or at least, she thought she did – until she heard a swishing sound and a sharp snap, followed by a delicious grunt. Her breath hitched, and her finger found her clit just inside the folds.
There was another snap, another grunt. Something about it was intoxicating. Then, she heard heated whispers, the only words she heard were, “still” and “good girl”, followed by a moan. She had expected the words to possibly be by Dalia, but they weren’t.
Then the breathy, “thank you,” was.
Her clit throbbed as she circled it, the edge of her fingers teasing her sensitive bud.
She didn’t know what it meant, the way the moans now caused her nipples to harden and her lips to open, but she imagined Dalia’s own nipples, in her mind dark and long, with sensitive little dots peppered in a circle around the raised peaks. In her imagination, one nipple grazed her face, trickling over her cheeks, brushing the sensitive area just around her lips, then against the slightly chapped skin, then inside. Her tongue darted out between her teeth and the meeting of soft skin on her breast with the firmness of her nipple – real or imaginary – made her cry out, “Dalia” and pour her need into her underwear.
She laid there, eyes glazed and half-hooded, having come harder than she had in a long time. She didn’t know how much time passed till the door swung open.
Her eyes swept into focus. Dalia was standing at the door with a soft wet washcloth and a fresh pair of underwear- a black thong matching Dalia’s own.
“I thought you might need these. Want help cleaning up, or do you want to do it? I guessed on your underwear size.”
She considered, then decided she may come again if she touched her. “I can do it. What– What were you doing out there?”
“Getting whipped. Is that something you’d like?”
“To do to you or have done to me?”
“Either.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” She paused, the wet washcloth doing nothing to slow down the heat building between her legs. “I just– I want to see it done to you.”
“Okay, come out and be my guest,” she grinned.
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Smut For Sinners 