She's willing to jump over the edge

Chapter 4 - The walls we built ourselves

A fleeting vision of Jane superimposed itself over Natalie's face—she would have been 22 by now. Why was she **** to peer through this old, half-forgotten window?

*Reconsider. Step over the edge. Fall into the abyss and never look back.* Would she embrace the depths, or would the walls crush her once more? Would the rain coat the bows, or would the bows take aim and string the rain?

"That's what you're craving?" Samantha asked, her voice low and certain.

Natalie didn't nod. She simply squeezed Samantha's fingers harder. Nothing in the world could make her happier.

Her breath slowed, ragged and shallow, eyes fluttering shut. It was an overwhelming surrender, and Samantha's doubt melted into dark, sadistic delight.

This was only their second time together. Yet here they were, skulls dancing beneath a rainbow.

"Tell me how much you want it."

Tears welled in Natalie's eyes—her deepest dream might be coming true.

"I've yearned for it," she whispered.

A victorious grin spread across Samantha's face.

"Though it has only just begun—when darkness meets light, it swallows the sun."

Natalie arched an eyebrow, a silent moan escaping as the pressure on her throat intensified.

"You won't understand it yet," Samantha purred. "But you will."

She stopped holding back. Natalie's throat became nothing more than a handle for Samantha to grip.

Fifteen months ago, this had been mere gateway fantasy. Now Natalie could finally surrender completely.

Her legs wobbled, thighs grinding together in **** need. Samantha noticed and seized a fistful of Natalie's hair—this time with surprising gentleness.

She released the throat. One step forward. They stood face-to-face, lips brushing without touching, breaths mingling. Natalie's frantic and excited; Samantha's calm, controlled—though her racing heartbeat betrayed her.

Natalie closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

Samantha pulled her back by the hair.

Denied.

"You have to earn it." Samantha exclaimed, dominantly.

"I'll do anything," Natalie breathed.

Samantha's grin widened like a crescent moon. In a blur, she spun Natalie around, pressing the smaller woman's back against her full, soft chest. One hand stayed tangled in Natalie's hair.

"Mmm," Natalie murmured, melting at being so thoroughly womanhandled.

A sharp yank tilted Natalie's head back, exposing her throat to the ceiling.

"I'll make you mine," Samantha whispered, hot breath ghosting down her neck, followed by a teasing nibble on her earlobe.

A helpless "Ghnn" escaped Natalie as her senses were played like puppet strings.

Samantha's lips descended vampirically onto Natalie's shoulder. She licked a slow trail along the curve, arriving at Natalie's favorite spot.

Then she bit—slow, deliberate. A single bead of blood welled up; Samantha lapped it away greedily, trailing biting-kisses down the column of Natalie's neck, marking her with blooming bruises. Each love-bite sent shivers racing through Natalie's body, turning a flicker into a wildfire.

Without hesitation, Natalie tugged her shirt upward, folding it awkwardly over her arms to reveal her white sports bra.

The shirt dangled from her wrist as Samantha's hand claimed her left breast, kneading possessively. At the same time, Samantha guided them backward—three steps, two to the left, one more back—Natalie nothing but a shifting gear under her control.

Near the door, Samantha slipped off her boots with practiced ease, revealing sheer pantyhose.

Her grip on Natalie's breast tightened, fingers alternating between full-palmed massage and precise pinches on the hardened nipple.

With her toes, Samantha hooked the door handle and slammed it shut.

"So athletic." Natalie admired

"Finally, some fucking privacy." Samantha exclaimed.

Before Natalie could speak another word, Samantha's fingers slid into her mouth, sealing it. Natalie closed her lips around them instinctively, sucking with slow, seductive hunger—like savoring a lollipop.

She pulled back to let saliva drip, then thrust forward again, head bobbing in rhythm as Samantha guided the motion with tugs on her hair.

"Good girl," Samantha praised, voice thick with approval.

After thirty delicious seconds, Samantha withdrew her slick fingers and traced them down Natalie's chest, scissoring and twisting her nipples until they ached beautifully.

Leaning down, she caught the bra strap in her teeth and untied it. The sports bra slipped to the floor, baring Natalie's breasts.

Both hands claimed them now. Natalie arched back, craving another kiss—denied again.

"Stay like that. I want to hear you beg."

They hovered centimeters apart, close enough that even Samantha hesitated for a heartbeat.

Natalie was already lost over the edge, diving willingly into the abyss.

Samantha toyed with her nipples—stretching, circling, massaging—heightened by the sheen of saliva. Natalie's legs buckled, thighs clenching into an X as waves built inside her.

"I haven't even started, and you're already failing me?" Samantha warned darkly. "That's not how you earn your reward."

Natalie locked her knees, fighting to stay upright.

"You have to do better for me," Samantha soothed, stroking and patting the sensitive flesh.

The rhythm shifted to deep, passionate kneading. Natalie arched harder, grinding back against the plush warmth of Samantha's chest.

Then everything stopped.

Silence stretched. Panic flickered in Natalie—had she disappointed her?

Clothing hit the floor behind her. Samantha stood in nothing but spicy black lingerie.

"Follow me. Bring that box."

She settled into the apartment's only chair.

"We definitely need more furniture," Samantha quipped.

Both women laughed, tension breaking for a moment.

"Now set the box down and kneel."

Natalie obeyed instantly, heart hammering.

Samantha rummaged inside. "It should be here..."

Jackpot.

"Remember this?"

The choker—ripped from Natalie's neck fifteen months ago.

Natalie's breath caught.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Samantha teased. "I just thought it was cute."

Still, Natalie felt cherished.

"Come closer."

Faces inches apart again.

"You want to be mine?"

"I am yours."

"Only mine?"

"Only yours."

Natalie bared her neck willingly. Samantha fastened the choker—but held the clasp.

"I'll be your little submissive pet," Natalie added breathlessly.

Samantha nearly laughed. "Holy shit, Nat. I hadn't even thought of that."

Natalie's cheeks burned. "Too much?"

"Relax," Samantha reassured, tongue flicking out to lick her cheek possessively. "I like it."

*Click.*

The clasp locked. Darkness flooded in, blissfully complete. Natalie's grin was the only light left.

When her eyes opened again, the edge was gone. Only Samantha's face gazed down at her.

"Use your teeth. Take these off."

Natalie tugged the pantyhose down with careful bites, worshipping every inch of exposed skin with kisses as she went.

"Good girl."

"Lean closer."

Natalie obeyed eagerly.

A sudden yank on the choker slammed her face against Samantha's covered mound.

"Teeth again."

Eyes wide with lust, Natalie bit the edge of the black panties and dragged them aside, then down one long leg with Samantha's guidance.

Freed, Natalie lavished kisses up Samantha's foot, ankle, calf—until a sharp tug buried her face between wet, waiting folds.

Two gentle head pats were all it took.

Natalie started slow—soft kisses on outer lips, circling wider before plunging her tongue into the center, savoring the flood of arousal.

Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the empty apartment: Samantha on the chair in only her bra, thighs spread; Natalie on her knees, head bobbing fervently.

A naughty orchestra. Samantha conducted with subtle squeezes of her thighs, Natalie's tongue the sole instrument in a filthy symphony.

Juices coated Natalie's chin, dripped down her neck, branched across her chest, pooled on the floor.

She engulfed Samantha's clit, sucking greedily just like she'd sucked those fingers earlier.

"Mmmrrnn," Samantha finally moaned—her first unguarded sound.

Natalie doubled her pace, mouth sealed over Samantha's core as the flow turned from streams to a gushing river.

When Natalie's tongue curled deep inside, Samantha clamped her thighs tight—locking Natalie's head in a velvet vise.

Nose pressed to clit, mouth flooded, ears muffled—Natalie licked wildly, desperately, passionately.

Samantha rolled her hips in matching frenzy.

"Such a good girl—keep going—I'm almost there—"

Natalie lost her mind to the single purpose: to please, please, please.

Air thinned. Vision darkened.

Samantha came hard—muscles iron-tight, thighs crushing, flooding Natalie's mouth until she stilled.

A minute later, the grip loosened. Natalie's face glistened, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling—she'd passed out.

Samantha grinned, licking her own juices off of Nat's face.

Was I dreaming again? Is any of this real? Nat questioned herself as the world began to spin again.

Warmth cradled her. Then lightning pleasure struck between her legs.

Eyes snapping open.

"It's all fine," Samantha soothed.

Natalie lay draped across Samantha's lap on the couch, head pillowed, legs spread wide. Three fingers pumped steadily inside her while a thumb circled her clit.

"How long was I...?"

"About an hour," Samantha smirked.

"And you've been—"

"Fingering you the whole time."

The thought alone triggered Natalie's first orgasm—a gushing release that soaked Samantha's hand.

Samantha didn't stop. Four fingers now, relentless speed. Natalie suckled greedily at the breast offered to her, hands kneading in gratitude.

"Good girl. You have so much more to give. You've earned your reward."

Fireworks detonated behind Natalie's eyes—stronger than any before.

Samantha shifted, folding Natalie's body until her hips neared ninety degrees. Four fingers pistoned furiously; thumb alternated crushing pressure and sharp nail flicks on her clit.

Natalie became liquid—mind blank, body spraying wildly.

Moans dissolved into broken whimpers. Tears of pure bliss streamed down her face.

Natalie achieved her first and absolute surrender to Samantha and thus pleasure beyond her daydream. Samantha conquered feelings inside her that she didn't know she was capable of.

When it ended, Natalie collapsed, barely conscious.

Silence. Then gravity shifted.

Samantha hoisted her upside down—legs over shoulders, head toward the floor. Juices streamed down Natalie's belly, over her breasts, dripping to a puddle below.

Samantha spread her open with two fingers, spat inside, then sealed it with a kiss to the clit before devouring her whole.

Tongue plunged deep, head shaking side to side in savage rhythm. She sucked, licked, owned every inch.

Natalie hung limp, eyes rolled back, twitching through climax after climax—long past counting.

Samantha tightened her hold by crossing her legs over Natalie's chest.

On only one occasion Natalie came by. She wanted to see her mistress' actions. Samantha noticed—her toes gently pushed Natalie's chin down, forcing her to face the floor—denying even a small view.

Samantha scooped every possible juice out of Natalie's snatch. Her mouth had complete and absolute ownership over Natalie's privates.

Twenty minutes later, Natalie went fully boneless—body glistening with sweat and cum.

Samantha finally relented. She carried the exhausted woman to the couch, cradling her close, fingers gently stroking damp hair.

Perhaps, Samantha thought with a soft smile, she could make a new friend after all.