Enslaved (6 page)

Through her haze of desire, Jane heard her lover panting, heard the soft sounds of delight as Zenovia feasted as if she had all night…as if Jane wasn’t ready to scream with frustration and beg for relief.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please let me come.” Jane reached down blindly, and her hands fell on Zenovia’s warm, wet hair. With a sigh of desperation, she curled her fingers into the damp skull and pushed Zenovia’s face deeper into her ready, wet quim.

Yesss…
She arched deeper into the lush lips, pressing and grinding herself against the teeth and tongue and hot skin there. Zenovia cooperated, her soft groan vibrating sharply against Jane as she used the tip of her tongue to slide and slither over the needy clit pulsing against her.

Jane came, loud and hard and with deep, undulating tremors and a surge of her juices. She cried out, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes as she came, and came, and
came
…for Zenovia did not release her. She held her tight, her mouth suctioned against her pussy, and ate and licked and sucked, stroked and vibrated, over and over until Jane was sobbing from the magnificent, painful, elongated orgasm.

“Please, no,” she managed to say as another orgasm ratcheted through her body, leaving her gasping and sore and bucking uncontrollably on the hard tile. “Please…no more…no…more…”

— V —

At last, oh, at last! Zenovia’s mouth
moved away, and before Jane could open her eyes, she was pulled off the edge of the pool. She sighed with another form of delight when her pounding nib and swollen quim met the steaming water, soothed and calmed as her body slid against Zenovia’s.

Just as she opened her eyes, Zenovia covered her mouth with hers, smothering anything she might have said with full, wet, musk-scented lips. Jane felt the wall of the pool behind her, and her toes skittered around, automatically reaching for the bottom as Zenovia took one of her hands and brought it to the apex of her own thighs.

Jane’s eyes flew open when she felt the soft, swollen folds of her lover—the thick, hot, slick juices that were so different from that water in which they floated. Zenovia moaned with relief and something like pain when she positioned Jane’s fingers over her swollen pip, then sighed as she turned away from the kiss, panting in Jane’s ear.

At first Jane wasn’t certain what to do…and when she merely settled over her lover’s pussy without moving, Zenovia fit her hand over Jane’s and showed her. How to move over the tiny little knot that pulsed and leapt beneath her fingers, how to stroke and jiggle and slip through the juices faster and faster…

She held her hand tightly, as if afraid Jane would move away at the wrong moment, guiding the movements with strong fingers and determination as her breathing rose faster and harder in soft, panting grunts.

When Zenovia came, Jane felt the sudden surge over her fingers, the rush of wetness and muscle contraction and the same, deep shuddering she felt. Her lover cried out as she sagged against Jane, trapping her between her warm, wet body and the hard edge of the pool, trembling so hard that Jane felt it too.

Zenovia lost her grip on Jane, and she slipped down beneath the water—partly because it was too deep for her to stand, and partly because she needed
space
. She needed to get away…to put distance between her and this woman who’d somehow brought her to a state of desire and lust she’d never before experienced.

When Jane surfaced, she was halfway across the pool and her hair was plastered to her skull and over her shoulders. The tips floated in the water, and when she turned back it was to see Zenovia climbing out of the pool.

Her arse was strong and tight, its sides sculpted with gentle indentations. She hadn’t a bit of fat on her body, and her back was just as lean and muscled as the front of her torso. Jane’s heart skipped a little beat, and she immediately pushed away the ping of desire.

I love Zaren. I might enjoy this—heaven help me!—but it’s Zaren I love. Zaren whom I’ll find and return to, so help me God.

But when Zenovia came to the edge of the pool where she floated and looked down at her, legs spread, hands on hips, Jane couldn’t completely subdue another shiver of lust. Even now, the chieftain’s cunt showed red and full between her legs, glistening and ready. Jane swallowed, remembering the soft, pulsing sensation, the sleekness of those folds, the tiny, hard erection of the engorged pearl hidden beneath them…and her own little pip tightened at the thought.

“Come out,” said Zenovia, and turned to walk away.

Jane hesitated for only a moment, then found a set of steps and slogged out of the pool. By the time she was standing on the tile, dripping, her lover had returned. She was wrapped in some fluffy white cloth, and she held a second one for Jane. It felt as if she were being enveloped in a cloud—it was soft and warm and seemed to draw every bit of moisture from her skin.

No sooner had Jane wrapped herself in the towel than Zenovia took her by the hand and brought her to the curtained side of the chamber—the area where, as Jane had suspected, there was a bed.

A large bed, half the size of the pool, piled with pillows and cushions, furs, and blankets, and enclosed by a filmy curtain. Zenovia pulled her down onto the surface, tossing the towels aside.

More?
was all Jane could think, desperation and apprehension sizzling through her. She was exhausted, sore, and, beneath it all, distraught.

“You are everything I’d hoped for,” said Zenovia, reaching to fondle Jane’s breast. Her nipple tightened, hardening into a sensitive point, ready to be kissed and sucked and licked once more. When Zenovia saw the instant response, she chuckled softly and used her finger to brush lightly over the tip. “Magnificent.”

Jane shivered as the wide, sensual mouth lowered to her quivering breast. She couldn’t keep from arching in to the sleek tongue as it danced around the jutting point, and the familiar sweetness began to tingle in her belly, sweeping lower to her core. Zenovia fondled her breasts, holding them, weighing them in her palms as she kissed and licked each one in turn.

Then, when Jane was utterly aroused, her pip throbbing with readiness, her quim dripping with need, her lover pulled her down next to her on the bed…then rolled her beneath her. Rearing over her, Zenovia straddled Jane’s trembling belly, pressing her hot, wet pussy down over her mons and grinding herself deeply onto the hardness.

She groaned, grasping Jane’s breasts with two greedy hands, and rode on her, pushing and circling her soft, swollen cunt own and around as Jane shivered beneath her. The smell of musk filled the air, penetrating her senses and arousing her more deeply. Zenovia pinched her nipples, teasing them roughly between her fingers as she shifted back and forth faster and faster, pressing harder and harder, slipping over the cropped hair covering her pubis, drenching Jane with her juices.

“
Uh!
” she cried at last, shuddering to a climax on top of her. Jane felt the sharp pulsing against her skin, and when Zenovia reached behind to touch her angry little pip, it took only one stroke to make her come again—hard and sharp and quick.

Then, before either of them had recovered from the ride, Zenovia bent forward, bringing her breasts to Jane’s face. “Kiss me. Lick me. Taste me.”

Shocked and disturbed at the leap of lust jutting through her, Jane turned her face away…but Zenovia would have none of it. She took Jane by the chin and brought her back. “Kiss me, Jane. Do it. Taste me. I know you will like it.”

Jane shuddered, aware of the warm, soft, wet quim positioned on her belly…the musky scent from it…and she suddenly wanted to taste her
there
. Instead, she closed her eyes and tentatively kissed the thrusting nipple in her face. Soft, hard, pebbly…larger, thicker, more prominent than the one she’d licked and sucked on Zaren’s chest…

Zenovia trembled when Jane took her into her mouth, licking around the tip of her nipple as the woman had done to her. She tasted silky, salty flesh and felt a stab of arousal when her lover shuddered against her. Jane sucked harder, the heavy globe pushing into her face, and then nearly lost her grip, crying out when she felt Zenovia’s fingers slide up inside her pussy. The fingers worked as she sucked and licked, drawing the slender nipple deeply into her mouth…sucking hard, harder, sliding her tongue around and flickering it over the tip. Zenovia sighed, arching deeper into her face while pushing her cunt down hard on Jane’s belly. And then all at once, Zenovia turned around in a swift movement, straddling Jane from the opposite direction.

Her glistening labia rose over Jane’s face, and just as she lowered to her panting lips, Zenovia buried her face roughly in Jane’s pussy.

Jane couldn’t breathe, could hardly think as her world became heat and wet and musk, pleasure and salt and unique female essence. The mouth that ate at her made her writhe and cry into the lush red folds pressing down into her face, rubbing against her.

She tentatively flicked out her tongue, tasting salt and heat, and Zenovia cried out. She surged her hips sharply toward Jane’s mouth, wet and thick and musky, smothering her with her essence, grinding down into her lips and teeth. Jane couldn’t breathe, and didn’t understand the conflicting feelings erupting in her—arousal, delight, shame, confusion—and as Zenovia shuddered into a strong, wet climax, Jane twisted her face away, sobbing with confusion, desire, and exhaustion.

Her lover rolled off, leaving Jane pulsing and throbbing, with juices glistening on her face and quim, and in the place on her belly where Zenovia had sat.

“Gorgeous,” said the chieftain, surging down to capture Jane’s mouth with hers, cutting off her panting sobs. Musk against musk, their scents and tastes mingled in a heady, arousing essence as Zenovia kissed and licked the last bit of herself from Jane’s lips and face.

Then, as Jane lay there, panting and shaking, aroused and yet horrified, the chieftain kissed each breast softly, swirling her tongue around each angry red nipple until Jane was shivering and shifting with pleasure…then made a trail down Jane’s soft, trembling belly, pausing to lick up the last bits of her own dampness there…and then she went between Jane’s legs.

“Ohhhh…” Jane moaned, tears streaming from her eyes. “Please…” She arched a little, ready for the onslaught, the teasing, the furious stroking…but Zenovia settled in softly. She kissed, licked, coaxed…lapping and teasing almost lovingly until Jane slipped up and over the edge in a long, easy, beautiful climax.

And as Jane rode the wave, Zenovia licked and thrust and sucked gently, prolonging the pleasure until the last bit of orgasm slipped away.

Jane closed her eyes. She was hot and sticky and oh so sated. Sore. Gently throbbing with a reminder of everything that had happened. Strong hands pulled her close, and Zenovia gathered her up against her, arse to belly. She settled a hand over one of Jane’s breasts, just as Zaren would do when they slept together, and held her close. She stroked her hand along a hip, down over her belly, and found Jane’s pussy once more.

Jane stiffened and closed her eyes.
Again?
Surely not again…

But yes…it was as if those fingers couldn’t get enough of her. And, shamefully, Jane’s body could not be denied its pleasure. Zenovia lazily traced her fingers over the topmost part of Jane’s swollen labia, making a vee with two of them to slide down over the little hood that protected her pip, and Jane shivered when the familiar stab of lust arrowed down from her belly and centered there, where Zenovia touched her. Up and down, up and down, over and around the sensitive hood with the little pearl swelling beneath it. She heard her own wetness, slick and hot, lubricating the movement…the steady, even breathing of her lover…her own pulse thudding in her ears.

Struggling to keep from sobbing with pleasure and pleas to cease, Jane lay there on her side with the other woman’s strong, warm body gathered around her: breasts pressing into her shoulder blades, one strong thigh positioned over one of hers, a face buried in the nape of her neck.

Jane found herself immobile, captured, as those fingers stroked…teased…feathering over her. The heat blazed in her again as Zenovia kissed her neck, using her tongue to trace along the tendon of Jane’s throat, nibbling sharply at her shoulder…all the while stroking ever so gently, yet constantly.

“Come now, lovely Jane,” Zenovia whispered hotly into her ear. “Come with me…I love to hear you beg for it. I love the sound you make when you come, the expression on your face…come now and let me smell your juices again. I want to
drink
you dry.”

A tear leaked from Jane’s eye as she fought to end the torture, fought to find the orgasm and have it done with…but the fingers that teased her seemed to linger, to slow, to draw out the moment. And then she stopped…those fingers stopped and settled right over her pussy. Flat and wide and still.

Jane made a soft sound of desperation and desire, and bucked against her hand. Zenovia’s powerful arms and legs tightened around her, holding her still. Her mons pressed hard into the small of Jane’s back, and she held herself there, rubbing in small, quick circles. “Ask me, Jane, and I will give it to you. Ask me.” She was a little breathless herself, and the rhythm from Zenovia’s own body only added to Jane’s frustration.

She bit her lip, utterly controlled by the demanding pulsing of her little pearl, the itchy, unfinished sensation of dissatisfaction, and the rhythmic jolting from behind. Jane drew in a deep breath. “Please,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”

She felt Zenovia smile into her hair. “Very good. Oh, yes…very…good…” she murmured, moving faster and harder against her. Then she slid her fingers up and inside Jane in a smooth, slick movement. Her thumb positioned over the top of the raging little kernel, pushing down with
just
the right amount of pressure, holding Jane still as she ground into her from behind…and she stroked deeply once, twice, and—

“
Oh!
” Jane cried out, more loudly than she intended…which resulted in a pair of teeth clamping down on her shoulder as Zenovia shuddered behind her. The orgasm ripped through Jane, leaving her legs weak and her entire body shaking. Lights flashed before her eyes, and her face was wet from tears of frustration and desire.