REND: Prior Cycle (Old Version)

Amber Deen Leska

Amber Deen couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Erind’s fingers dove deep inside her. Her body burned despite the cool air of the room’s air-conditioning enveloping her bare skin, and she quivered as her juices trickled down her thighs. “Erind… Mistress Erind…”

“Good that you remembered.” Erind pulled her fingers out of Deen with a wet sloop.

Deen groaned, “No…” She wanted to grab Erind’s hand and return it to where it should be, but she held her position. Erind would get mad again if she broke character. Deen found it adorable whenever Erind was angry, but Erind might end their play out of frustration if pushed too far.

Erind knelt in front of Deen. She held Deen’s chin and made her look up. “Taste yourself,” Erind said, sticking her fingers, covered with Deen’s wetness, into Deen’s mouth.

Deen greedily sucked Erind’s fingers while maintaining eye contact. She wrapped her tongue around Erind’s fingers. A slight saltiness and sweetness filled her mouth, soon gone as it mixed with the neutral taste of her own saliva.

“That’s enough.” Erind retrieved her fingers and stood up. “Press yourself lower on the floor.”

Deen complied, squishing her breasts more against the floor, her heart thumping as the tiles spread their cold across her chest.

Erind used her foot to push against Deen’s knee. “Move your knees forward. Some more so that you can raise your butt higher.”

Deen gulped as she followed Erind’s instructions, sensing her butt cheeks move away from each other. Everything was exposed, both her secret places. Everything was pushed to the limits of obscenity. But instead of being ashamed, Deen’s arousal shot up.

Erind had seen her entire body before. Why should Deen be embarrassed about anything? Deen remembered everything that Erind had done to her most sensitive spots, causing another wave to gush out.

The entire front panel of her panties should be soaked by now, turning the thin blue silk sheer. She felt an aching growing between her legs as her inner folds became swollen.

“You’re such a good girl,” Erind said, scratching Deen’s butt with her nails.

Tickled, Deen wiggled her behind. “I’m a good girl for you, Mistress,” she said, her voice almost cracking toward the end. Deen knew she wasn’t cut out for roleplay. However, she enjoyed the experience of following a dominating Erind.

Once in a while wouldn’t hurt. Erind was happy acting. Deen was happy with the new experience. Deen also found it entertaining whenever Erind immersed herself in a role. It was like Deen had several different girlfriends.

“And good girls get rewarded.” Erind pulled the back of Deen’s panties, causing the front part to dig deep between her legs.

Worried that the expensive and beautiful piece of lingerie would snap, Deen rose, lifting her knees and supporting herself on her toes. Deen had money, but she didn’t want her clothes, including underwear, to be one-use only. This piece already held memories.

“Mistress!” Deen gasped as her panties’ front panel bunched into a floss and dug into her folds, pressing against her extremely sensitive spot. The pressure sent shocks throughout her body. “Please don’t tear it off.”

“Of course, I won’t. I’m not going to pay for that.”

“It’s not about the—Oh!”

Erind’s small hand came down hard on Deen’s flesh. The slap echoed throughout their suite, followed by Deen’s moan in ecstasy. Deen relished the hot pain radiating outward from where Erind’s hand made contact. The stinging pulsed, pain and pleasure merged.

A slap on the other cheek. This was stronger, driving Deen’s knees hard to the floor. “Erind! Not too hard. I’ll crack the—”

Erind spanked Deen for the third time, hitting her butt at an angle. It was another forceful strike that almost toppled Deen. But the sideways force meant that Deen’s knees weren’t hammered to the ground.

The series of pain in Deen’s throbbing behind set her off. She clamped her legs together as waves of pleasure made her body quake.

“Did you just come without my permission?” Erind sternly asked.

“Ye-yes…” Deen answered, panting.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my Mistress. And I’m sorry.”

“Kneel.”

Deen did as she was told. Erind stood behind her, reaching around to hold her breasts. “Mistress…” She moaned as Erind’s fingers raked over her nipples. “Pinch me, please.

“Good girl, being polite.” Erind closed her index fingers and thumbs on hardened buds. Then she slowly pinched and pulled. “Tell me what else you want."

It was a satisfying pain, like pulling a scab. “Harder. Please.”

Erind viciously twisted Deen’s nipples.

“Mistress!” Deen winced in delicious agony, opening her mouth to loudly moan. She hoped the walls were soundproofed enough that their neighbors wouldn’t hear what was happening in this room.

“Do you like that?” Erind asked, her arms shaking. Deen could tell that Erind did her best to maintain her character, holding back giggles while spouting generic lines from porno flicks. She had made fun of Deen before for saying similar things.

Deen knew the generic reply. “Be gentle with me, Mistress,” she said, fighting the urge to laugh herself.

“Would you rather I stop?”

“No! No… Please continue.”

“You’re a very polite girl.” Erind kneaded Deen’s breasts while rolling the erect buds. Fortunately, Erind was behind Deen, or Deen would’ve burst laughing. Erind’s soft voice wasn’t suited to being a dominatrix, much less her face. Erind didn’t sound in charge, no matter how much she tried.

Nonetheless, Deen appreciated her girlfriend’s effort. It made her love Erind more.

Deen writhed in Erind’s awkward embrace from behind until Erind drove her nails into Deen’s nipples. The sharp sting spread electric tingles through Deen’s torso, swirling in her belly and between her legs.

“Stand up,” Erind said. “Face the wall. Move closer.”

Deen looked at the elegant blue wallpaper with a grid design. She listened to Erind moving behind her, hearing the pounding veins in her ears as excitement compounded in anticipation of what was about to happen next.

Erind started to pull down Deen’s panties. The waistband scraped over Deen’s hips and butt. She gazed downward, witnessing the glistening strands of arousal stretching from her mound to the ruined fabric of her panties.

“On the walls,” Erind said, grabbing Deen’s neck and pressing her forward. “Ugh, you’re too tall,” Erind murmured, breaking character for a breath moment.

Deen smiled as her left cheek met the wall. She pictured Erind reaching up to grasp the back of her neck. Definitely not the image of a dominatrix. But Deen went along with it, pressing herself against the walls even after she removed her hand. Deen next felt Erind’s hands fiddling with her bra’s latch. A second later, pressure relieved Deen’s chest, her breasts falling along with the cups holding them up.

Something swirled over Deen’s back. At first, she thought it was Erind’s finger. Then, she realized it was Erind’s tongue tracing over her spine. Lower and lower. The tongue stopped at the end of her tailbone.

Hot breath washed over Deen’s damp inner thighs, causing sparks to go off between her legs. Unable to contain her excitement, she pushed out her butt, offering herself to Erind. Deen hoped to feel her girlfriend’s tongue explore inside her. And she wasn’t disappointed.

Her girlfriend’s small hands cupped her butt, short fingers digging deep to open her. Deen then whimpered in celebration as Erind buried her face in her valley. Deen rubbed her breasts against the wall as Erind’s tongue flicked over her most sensitive place.

“Lick me, Erind. More… More…” Deen forgot their roleplay, her mind swept by pleasure. Thankfully, Erind didn’t stop what she was doing.

Holding Deen’s butt cheeks apart, Erind drew her wet tongue upward, trailing over one dripping hole to the next. Deen’s breath caught in her throat as a heavenly softness flicked against the secret hidden in the valley of her butt cheeks.

“Erind… Mistress…” Deen moaned.

Erind’s tongue was like a wet finger, but much wrigglier and softer. Deen clenched at first. But she relaxed after a few licks, opening herself to receive her girlfriend. Deen bit her lips as the invasion began.

A minute or two passed, and Deen’s mind floated in the clouds. She almost forgot her name. She pushed everything out of her thoughts, the 2Ms, Adumbrae, all their problems. She focused on her girlfriend’s tongue, doing unspeakable things to her.

Deen gasped as fingers crept inside her folds, both sensitive places assaulted simultaneously. She screamed into her arm pressed against the wall for support. She didn’t know how long Erind kept it up. She only knew that streams ran down her legs.

Finally, it came. An explosion! Her whole body convulsed, and her mind blanked. Her legs uncontrollably quake, her knees buckling. She collapsed into Erind’s arms.

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Erind asked before kissing the nearly-unconscious Deen.