a slight miscalculation

Chapter 3: Book One: Chapter 3

Notes:

Warning for bondage at the end of this chapter. Nothing too serious yet. That's coming next.

This part strays into more dubcon territory than noncon. Jennie's kind of into what Lisa's offering because of her heat, but the introduction of the chains pushes it back into noncon-land in time for Chapter 4 (which will be from Jennie's perspective).

Lisa ran the pad of her thumb over the full, bruised lips that had just serviced her, admiring their shape. The girl's beautiful mouth had captivated her before, but somehow, puffy from overuse and shiny with spit and come, it was even prettier. She had the sudden urge to scoop the omega into her arms and kiss her, but she resisted the impulse. She had an image to maintain, after all. It would make her look foolish if she went around kissing perfect strangers, even if this one was required to do her bidding.

In the end, she settled for a somewhat less satisfying indulgence of her curiosity. It wouldn't be wise for her to find out what her release tasted like on the girl's mouth, but she could at least learn the name of the omega who had pleased her so well. "Tell me your name," she ordered, turning the slow swipes of her thumb over the girl's lips into a caress of her face. The omega's skin was still flushed, hot to the touch, and Lisa's cock twitched with renewed arousal as she remembered how the outline of her shaft had looked pressing out against the girl's hollowed cheeks.

The girl hesitated, but stammered an answer with the encouragement of a sharp glare and the threatening edge of nails beneath her chin. "J—Jennie Ruby Jane... Mistress."

Lisa decided to forgive the hesitation. This omega—Jennie? A pretty enough name to suit her, I suppose—was at least trying to obey her orders. Perhaps it's her scent that's making me generous. I've never smelled an omega so ready to be mated. She pulled her hand away, smirking at the small whimper that followed. Oh yes, she's definitely ready. Lisa allowed her eyes to flick down past Jennie's face to her breasts. They were fuller than on first inspection, and her mouth watered with the thought of marking them.

"You may stand and go over to the bed, Jennie," she said, waving with a careless hand. Jennie stood on shaking legs, but the sight of her lithe, graceful body made Lisa reconsider. "Slowly," she added as her eyes lingered. "I'm enjoying the view."

Jennie did as she asked, walking slowly over to the bed and offering her ample time to look. Lisa took her time savoring the omega's retreating form, studying the curve of her back, the flare of her hips, the play of lithe muscle that covered every inch of her narrow frame. She hadn't known it was possible for someone to look so athletic without being bulky. The girl was railing thin aside from her subtle curves, a curious mixture of strength and incredible softness. Lisa gave into temptation and wrapped a fist around the shaft of her cock, giving it a slow pump in preparation. She wanted to know how that softness would feel writhing against her, even wrapped around her.

At last, Jennie came to a stop at the edge of the bed. She stood still, shivering with fear and desire. Lisa could smell both of them pouring off of her in waves. "Good girl," she said, making a mental note of the way Jennie trembled. Apparently, this was an omega who responded well to praise. It wasn't her preferred method of controlling someone else, but if it worked, she supposed there wasn't any harm. If the girl craved approval, she could certainly use that to her advantage.

Her impatience got the better of her, and she closed the distance between them again, pressing her front up against Jennie's back. The girl stiffened at her touch, but made no effort to pull away, either. Lisa allowed herself the pleasure of settling her hands around Jennie's hips, testing how it felt to grip them. They were a perfect fit in her palms, and she let out a groan of approval as she leaned in, scenting the girl's throat. Her skin smelled even better up close, and Lisa couldn't resist grinding the aching shaft of her cock into the omega's firm backside.