Liza - The nymph's bitch

She stood up, as if to walk around the table.

"No. Crawl over the table. Like a good bitch." Millia's smile was taunting as she tapped her feet. Liza stopped, staring at her in disbelief.

"You can't be serious. I'm not crawling over the damn-"

Millia interrupted her again. "Crawl or ask us to leave, Liza. It's your choice." She wagged her feet again, slowly.

Liza gritted her teeth, but obeyed. She leaned over the desk and put her hands down, placing them on the glass. Then, she swung her legs up, her dress riding up, revealing her tanned thighs. She crawled over the desk with slow, deliberate movements, as if making a point. Millia giggled, looking over at Jack with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She was enjoying this immensely.

Liza reached Millia's feet, still propped against the edge of the table. Her body was heaving, her face red.

“Go on,” Millia encouraged. “Prove you’re truly sorry, harpy.”

Liza bent down and placed a kiss on one of Millia’s toes. The nymph let out a small giggle, and flexed her small, pink toes. "And the next toe."

Liza moved to the next toe, placing another kiss on the soft ivory digit, her body trembling. Then the next. Millia was giggling louder now, eyes sparkling with cruel enjoyment as Liza’s red lips brushed against her toes.

"Such a good bitch," Millia cooed. "Look at her, Jack. Isn't she the most obedient little pet, doing as she's told?"

Jack just smirked. The platinum blonde woman was so far gone, it was almost sad. Her face the color of roses, eyes locked on each toe as she fought through the humiliation and pressed her lips on one after another, her breathing turning ragged the further she got among the nymph’s line of tiny, white toes.

Liza had reached the last toe on her left foot, her lips trembling as she pressed them against Millia's soft skin. Millia laughed as she pulled her foot back, and placed the other one against the woman's lips. "And the next, my little doggie. Don't stop until you're done."

Liza didn't argue. She placed her hands back on the table, bracing herself against it as she kissed Millia's other foot. Millia just kept giggling.

"That's it, bitch. Make me feel like you mean it. Make me forgive you." She looked over at Jack, who was trying to hide his grin. "Look at this little doggie, Jack. I think she likes it."

Liza looked up, her eyes glazed and her cheeks red. She let out a sobbing sound as she pressed her lips against another one of Millia's toes. "Yes, yes, she likes it. Such a fine little doggie bitch."

Liza placed the final kiss, then leaned back, her face flushed. "There," she breathed. "I hope this proves I'm sincere." Her chest was heaving and her eyes were dark and glassy, a membrane of need covering it.

Millia giggled. "Oh, I believe you, bitch. Did you enjoy it, little doggie?"

Liza shook her head, but the gesture looked weak, even to Jack's eyes. "No, I- I just wanted to prove I'm sorry." She licked her lips, looking at Millia's legs. "It wasn't… it wasn't for my sake."

"Of course." Millia leaned back, placing her hand on Jack's thigh. "Jack, do you believe this doggie is sincere?"

Jack pretended to think about it for a moment. "I do believe it," he finally said. "She seems genuinely sorry."

Liza let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Jack," she said. "That means a lot." She sat back on her haunches, still leaning against the desk.

Millia snorted. "Yeah, and look at her," she said. “Eyes wide and begging like a bitch in heat. You want more, don’t you, doggie bitch?” She stroked Jack through his pants as she spoke, making him inhale sharply.

Liza shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Just glad this is over.” But her eyes kept darting to Millia’s legs, clearly fighting her arousal. The Breath of Aphrodite was working its magic, its enhanced effects clouding her mind and pushing away her inhibitions.

Millia leaned forward, raising her foot again. "Are you suuuure?" she said, tapping her toes against Liza's arm. The woman looked at them, licking her lips, but didn’t move away. "Are you sure you don't want more?" Millia wiggled her foot, the anklets jingling. "You look like you want more. Come on, don't be shy. Kiss my foot again. I won't repeat the offer." She kept wiggling her foot, teasing Liza with it.

Liza's lips parted, her eyes locked on the polished toes and the golden anklets. Millia smiled and wiggled her toes closer, as if saying “Come on, come and get it, bitch.”

It seemed to be working. Liza’s lips trembled, her tongue flickering out to moisten them as she looked up at Jack.

“Jack, don’t let her do this to me,” she whispered.

Jack shrugged. “You're free to turn down the offer, Liza."

Liza groaned and looked at Millia, who just grinned. “I hate you so much,” she whispered.

“Oh, don't be like that. It’s only an offer.” Millia raised her other foot as well, allowing the dress to part around her thighs, revealing her lack of panties. Liza's eyes were drawn to it, widening slightly. Another sob slipped out as she saw the glistening wetness between the nymph's legs.

"Did you plan this, Jack?" Her voice was faint , her eyes still glued to Millia's bare crotch. "Is this what you wanted all along?" She sounded defeated already.

Millia wiggled both her feet. "Shhh, bitch. Give in. Kiss them."

Liza moaned, let out a sob, mute tears trailing her cheek as she gave in to her body’s unrelenting desire, leaned forward and started crawling back toward Millia’s offered feet