The Night Off by Meghan O'Brien Page B

slightest bit of stimulation and she would orgasm. She knew her body well enough to realize that holding off her climax would be impossible. But she also knew she couldn’t tell Nat “no” again.
    “I understand, mistress. I’ll…try my best.”
    Nat removed her hand from Emily’s pussy and dragged her wet fingers across Emily’s mouth. “You’ll do better than that, my darling. Or I’ll make you sorry.”
    Emily would have more faith in her ability to obey if Nat would only stop being so damn hot —and intimidating. Despite her doubts, she said, “Yes, mistress.”
    “Excellent.” Nat crawled between her thighs, lying on her belly. She used her hands to press Emily’s knees apart, then stroked her thumbs along sensitive, exposed folds. “You have such a tight little cunt…I need to prepare you for my big, hard cock.” She lowered her face and planted a gentle kiss on her labia. “You’re going to taste so fucking nice, aren’t you?”
    “Oh, God,” Emily whispered at the touch of Nat’s tongue against her clit. It was too much already—she would never be able to withstand an oral assault.
    Nat didn’t say anything, just pressed in farther and ran her tongue up and down the length of her sex. When Nat stopped to suck gently on her distended clit, the pleasure literally brought tears to Emily’s eyes.
    “Oh.” Emily gasped. “Oh, please stop.” She cried out in relief when Nat released her clit, then keened at the sting of a soft hand slapping her aroused sex.
    “You don’t tell me to stop.” Nat lowered her face, lapping at her in defiance. “You don’t ever tell me stop, do you understand? Your pussy is mine .” With one last suck of her clit, Nat trailed her tongue down to Emily’s opening, then pushed inside. Her other hand found the base of the anal plug, wiggling it gently.
    The combined stimulus was almost too much. Hips bucking in pleasure, Emily fought not to give in to her wrenching need. Nat was testing her and she so badly wanted not to fail. Surely Nat would relent soon. She had to realize that everyone had her limit, and Emily was teetering right at the edge of hers. “Yes, mistress.” Emily let out a sob of relief when Nat pulled back, then wailed in despair as her hot tongue again circled her clit. “Oh, God, mistress. I…I can’t—”
    “But you must.” Nat grinned up at her, looking so handsome Emily had to curl her toes to forcibly chase away her climax. She slithered her tongue through Emily’s wetness, paused long enough to raise an eyebrow, then licked her again. “You must be strong. Don’t come. Don’t let me do this to you.”
    Emily yanked against the restraints as Nat continued to lick and suck without mercy. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself if Nat kept going like this, and there was nothing she could do about that. The harder she struggled, the stronger Nat’s grip on her hips became, the more unrelenting her tongue. Her thighs quaked uncontrollably as she fought to twist out of Nat’s steel hold.
    “No, oh fuck, no, no, no,” Emily moaned. She wished her hands were free, that she could use them to grab onto Nat’s head and force her mouth away. The sight of Nat kissing her so intimately was just too much, too much , so she slammed her eyes closed because it was the only thing she could do. “No, no, no,” she whispered. “You need to…or I’ll… fuck , mistress, stop . Please. Please .”
    And then Nat’s fingers were inside her, stretching her open, and she knew Nat wouldn’t stop. She was going to force her to come—force her to disobey, to fail. Emily’s eyes stung, tears burning their way to the front. Nat’s hot, wet mouth was the single most exquisite thing she’d ever felt. Sweat dripped between her breasts, down her neck, as Nat stole the last bit of her control. Orgasm was inevitable.
    With a hoarse cry, Emily surrendered. Her hips jerked harshly against Nat’s face, her body’s betrayal triggering a mixture of