Page 106 of The Forbidden Fling

“Maybe,” she uttered, breathless.

Diana quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe?” She hooked her fingers upwards, a reminder of the control she had, and Faye inhaled. “That’s not definitive enough.” She guided Faye back to the bed until her thighs hit the mattress and leaned closer. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, and Faye’s pussy ached at the sight. She wanted that tongue in her mouth.

Faye closed the distance, but Diana pulled back with a playful grin, dipping close to bite her lip. When she released it, she removed her fingers, spinning Faye so her back was flush to Diana’s chest. She bent her forward, tracing her fingertips up her spine, and pressed her pelvis into her. A jolt of pleasure spiralled in Faye’s core.

“I need you to use your words, Faye.” Diana caressed her arsecheek, gripping hard, before smoothing it. “Is this what you want? To be bent over like the naughty girl you are?”

Fuck.

Diana wrapped her arms around her, placing biting kisses along her shoulder and back, making her squirm. Her hands drifted lower again, leaving fire in their wake. She fisted Faye’s cheek. “Is this what three months without me does to you? Do you need a reminder of who is in control here?”

Faye’s entire body ached. “Yes.”

She softened a little. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Diana. I want you to do anything you want to me.”

“Very well.” She leaned Faye forward, pressing her into the bed so that Faye was supporting herself with her hands. Then she brought her hand to her cheek with a slap.

Faye gripped the sheets as heat spread through her.

“How was that?” Diana whispered, her warm hand smoothing the flesh.

“Good…I like it.”

“Do you think you could take more?”

“Yes. Harder.”

“You want me to leave a mark, don’t you? Want everyone to know who you belong to?”

“Yes.”

She spanked her again, hard enough to make her grit her teeth. Faye exhaled, tingling and buzzing with adrenaline. Her pussy ached, her clit begging for attention.

She wanted to be Diana’s. In every sense of the word.

“Are you going to behave now?” Diana asked, caressing the area she’d just slapped.

“I will.”

“One more. You’re taking it so well. Think you can handle another?” When Faye said yes, Diana brought her hand to her cheek again, the force fanning the ache in her pelvis.

Diana gently caressed her sore behind, then her fingers crept closer to her pussy, spreading her open. Faye moaned, gripping the sheets, her head face down on the bed, her thighs dripping.

Diana sank her tongue into her, warm and wet, and Faye let out a cry. She lifted her hips, pushing into Diana as she pulled her closer. Her long, deep strokes were mixed with kisses and gentle sucks, every touch driving Faye further into the mattress.

When a finger teased through her folds, she whimpered, her legs violently trembling, three months of coiled-up tension already threatening to unravel her. Diana sank two fingers into her, and Faye arched on the bed.

“Fuck… Yes. Diana, please.”

Diana thrust her fingers, hitting her so perfectly, she couldn’t contain it.

“Oh—god—yes!”

Seconds later, the pressure combusted, and she fell headfirst into an all-consuming orgasm. Her legs quivered, tightening around Diana’s fingers, and the sound of Diana’s pleasure catapulted her higher into the ceiling. She panted into the sheet, the grip tight in her fist, as hot white pleasure crested over her.

“God, I missed you,” she said, somewhere in a daze.