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Standing, she guided Carine onto her back and worked her lips into Carine’s cleavage. She kissed downward, pausing to lick, sometimes bite, sometimes suck. There was no pattern. Pure artistic instinct, and a bit of carnal selfishness, guided Heidi’s movements. Over bone, she might only taste the skin and blow where she’d moistened. In places that curved inward, she might kiss softly then firmly, alternating between the two sensations until Carine made the sorts of sounds Heidi liked to hear. Gasps were pleasant, and moans were appreciated, but Heidi lived for the hisses and swears.
At firmer flesh, Heidi both sucked and bit, leaving fleeting bruises and marks and decorating Carine’s torso with a leopard’s pelt of purple shapes.
Heidi didn’t always feel like marking territory. Most of the time, she didn’t care enough to plant her flag on anyone, but a little voice in her had suggested that perhaps she wouldn’t be done when Carine left for the day. Possibly, Heidi would need to bookmark her work and return to focus on it later.
It would have been a shame if someone else interfered before then. They wouldn’t want to if they saw she’d been there first.
Probably.
Heidi scoffed silently, knowing full well there were plenty of deviants at Clay’s who wouldn’t care if they were looking upon someone else’s work-in-progress. They’d see the marks on Carine’s body, pull out their cocks, and make a game of hitting every target.
Scavenging underachievers.
She dipped the tip of her tongue into Carine’s navel and felt the belly around it quiver against her chin.
Carine was used to firmer touches, and Heidi had figured that out quickly, too. A heavy hand could get Carine’s rocks off fast, but her body didn’t always know what to do with softer impacts. Those kept her on the edge. Those made her eyes water.
Heidi settled sideways on the edge of the bedside facing the foot and shoved her hand between Carine’s clenched thighs. “Open.”
Slowly, Carine parted her legs. Her belly began to quiver again from either the absence of touch or the anticipation of it.
Sometimes, Heidi liked to wait until a body had gone cold and unsatisfied before returning her touch. Other times, she liked to build a low fire and add log after log until the blaze was too hot to extinguish in an hour or a day.
“Hands under your ass. Keep them there.”
Carine slid them beneath her and swallowed audibly.
Chuckling, Heidi stroked the soft fur above and at the sides of her labia, carefully avoiding where she was straining and where she was wet. Heidi had no use for her wet place yet. Her focus was on the velvety flesh of the lips and the little hood at the top.
With her fingertip, she started the massage wide and tightened the circle more and more until she’d reached the base of Carine’s clit.
Heidi had done Carine the favor of putting her back to her as she began her initial inspection so that Carine could make her noises and swallow her sounds in peace. Heidi looked back at her then, though, knowing she’d find misery etched into the other woman’s face, and indeed there was.
She wanted to say something. Heidi could tell.
She wanted to tell Heidi todosomething, to touch something, and eventually, Heidi would. She’d touch what she wanted to and nothing more than that.
Carine could choose to come or not. That was her decision to make.
Turning back to her work, Heidi slid her thumb across the vulva and pressed the top of the clit like a joystick button. She depressed the little bump with exquisite control of speed, using all of ten seconds to fully deploy her tactics.
“Your grumbling offends me,” Heidi murmured as she rocked her thumb perhaps a millimeter front, then back.
Carine grumbled, but her honey flowed.
Mm, that’s not what fear looks like.
Heidi used her free hand to shove Carine’s thighs farther apart. She didn’t want there to be any accidental landings. If all she’d wanted was a slip-and-slide bean flicking, she could douse the woman with lube and pluck until Carine stopped being able to breathe, much less feel anything. On a disgustingly early Sunday morning, Heidi was choosing to extract her payment for Carine’s night of rest with painstaking precision. She’d let Carine’s cream pool at the entrance of her sex and perhaps invite it all out at once.
Carine’s pelvis gyrated in subtle increments, searching for stimulus.
I’ll make you regret that soon enough.
“You should try patience.” Heidi increased the diameter of her tiny circles to upset more of Carine’s precious flesh. “If you can wait months to be paid for selling a house, you can sit still while I have this conversation with your clit, can’t you? Speak.”
“No,” Carine snapped.
Heidi stopped rubbing and looked over her shoulder at the scowling redhead. “What’d you think that answer was going to get you?”
