Innocent Lamb

Zazie Skymm grew up inside a house that belonged to her stepmother, Amirah Adara. The brunette domina kept her shut away, used, and ignorant. Every morning after breakfast Amirah spread her legs without a word. She let the tiny blonde crawl between her thighs and lick her shaved pussy until she came, then she left for work and left Zazie behind to memorise phrases. She called it learning her silly expressions. When Zazie repeated them correctly, the reward waited on the dining table. Amirah slid one finger into the girl’s narrow ass, then another, spreading her until Zazie’s breath came in quick, helpless gasps. She never let her finish. Later she dragged her into the shower. Hot water ran over Zazie’s slim body while Amirah’s hands soaped her folds and her tight little hole. Once she was clean the domina grabbed her foot and pushed the sole against her own cunt, rubbing until she came with a quiet, satisfied sigh. At night Amirah stretched out on the bed with a book. Zazie knelt between her legs and dragged her tongue from the smooth skin of Amirah’s arm to the long line of her calf. The older woman corrected her gently, guiding that inexperienced mouth back to her cunt. The taste hit Zazie like something sweet and forbidden. Then Amirah pulled her into a scissor position, both pussies slipping together, slick and wet. Their bodies moved until both shuddered. Later Amirah stood, forgetting her phone. Zazie found it. One look at the screen and the lie cracked open. Everything she had lived, every order, every small mercy—none of it had been real.