Under Her Control

Do you know why you're here? Arielle Faye looked up, wide-eyed and silent, while Mindi Mink circled behind her. You're under my control now. Mindi clipped the leash to Arielle's collar. A single tug brought the younger woman to her knees. Mindi lifted the hem of her skirt. She spread her folds and pulled Arielle's face forward. "Lick." Arielle's tongue found warm, wet skin. She dragged slow, sloppy strokes the way Mindi instructed—long and flat, chin to clit, then tiny flicks quick as sparks. Satisfied, Mindi led her to the bed and bent her over. A harness circled her hips. The thick black dildo gleamed between her thighs. She pushed the wide head past Arielle's slick opening, sank it inch by inch until Arielle gasped and clutched the sheets. Every thrust drove deeper; leather creaked; skin slapped. When Mindi began to work her thumb against Arielle's clit in tight circles, the smaller girl went slack and moaned. Her parents paid a fortune to break old habits. One glance at Arielle's glazed eyes and parted lips proved the money landed exactly where it was meant.