“No, put me down!” I squealed as she spun me around.
“Never.” She laughed against my shoulder.
I struggled hard, squirming and pulling at her arms. I wouldn’t make the game I’d started easy for her.
“Careful, pet, you wouldn’t want me to be rough with you now, would you?” she husked against my neck, her tongue running from the base of my neck to my ear as she carried me to the couch. My blood felt like it had turned to fire under my skin.
“You don’t know what I want,” I challenged, feeling excitement build in my lower stomach at her tone and actions.
She growled loudly as she threw me to the couch. It was not gentle, and I bounced and shrieked at the sudden action, a burst of surprised laughter quickly escaping me.
I made to jump back up, but strong thighs trapped me beneath her, her hands on my shoulders pushing my back against the couch.
“Why are you running? There’s nowhere to go,” she asked, her eyes molten silver now, looking at me with an intensity that caused my heart to flutter.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the chase,” I told her and leaned forward in an attempt to kiss her. She leaned back, laughing. I pouted a bit dramatically. “Don’t you want your prize for catching me?” I asked her.
“Prize? Oh, darling, why would I need a prize when I can take whatever I want from you, now that I’ve caught you and have you trapped under me?” she teased.
“What do you plan to take then?” I asked in return, my heart beating a race in my chest.
“Your measurements,” she answered. I groaned loudly in disappointment. She laughed, leaning back to retrieve the tape from the coffee table where she had discarded it. I took hold of her waist, instinctively worried she would fall, but her balance was perfect. Her top rode up, revealing her navel. The small expanse of skin was too tempting to ignore, and I ran my fingers along her stomach. She purred at the action, righting her position when she had the tape in hand.
“I thought this would end differently,” I complained as she carefully wrapped the tape around my neck and looked at the measurement.
“Did you? And what did you have in mind?” she asked, moving quickly to measure my shoulder.
“Something more adult,” I whispered. I had come a long way in my confidence when asking Selene for what I wanted, but I couldn’t seem to control how shy I felt when it came down to being explicit with my desires.
She stood up, freeing me from the couch and pulling me to my feet, her arms wrapping around my back and coming forward, continuing to take various measurements.
“Adult? I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re alluding to. You’ll have to be more specific,” she teased, and her grin was wicked. She knew what she was doing, and I knew she liked to make me uncomfortable. She spun me around and took measurements against my back. She wasn’t writing anything down, and I wondered how she would remember everything.
She turned me back to face her and dropped to her knees, her head level with my stomach and close to my heated core. Her hands wrapped around my upper thigh with the tape and down to my knee.
“Pet, be specific in your desires,” she pressed, running the tape down the outside of my leg before pushing my legs apart and running the tape from where my leg began to my ankle.
I was distracted by her working. Her touching, while not in any way sexual, caused heat to build low in my belly, and I squirmed when her hand barely grazed me through my panties as she took her measurements.
“I,” I began, my breath catching in my throat as she placed the tape down and took hold of my hips while still on her knees before me. “I meant, I thought, I mean I wanted you, physically, in an intimate way,” I mumbled, blushing deeply. “At least a kiss,” I whined, remembering how she had denied me.
“At least a kiss?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered. She leaned forward and placed a kiss against my hip. “Like that?” she asked.
“Something more,” I replied and watched as she moved to my other hip and softly kissed me there.
“More?” she questioned when she looked up at me. It was new to see her on her knees in front of me. Our roles seemed reversed, but even on her knees, she was powerful and in control, and I felt like I might have passed out from the intensity of her stare.
“Please,” I answered. Her fingers moved beneath the waistband of my panties, and she slowly moved them down my legs, never breaking eye contact with me. She hadn’t touched me yet, she could still choose not to, and I was already finding it hard to breathe with her look alone.
“Like this pet?” she asked, leaning forward to place a kiss against my aching and already wet lips.
“More,” I answered, placing my hand against her head for balance. She growled into me, pressing her lips harder against me. Her hands on my hips held me tightly before her blessed tongue pushed between my folds, and she moaned.
She looked up at me, her eyes glowing brightly as she swirled her tongue around my clit. She released one of my hips from her tight hold to tease my entrance, pressing into me slowly with one finger. I bucked against her mouth, trying not to moan too loudly, my hands moving to twist in her hair.
“Selene,” I breathed heavily. The sound of her lapping hungrily at my pussy and squelching as she fucked me with her finger filled the room, along with my heavy breaths.