a slight miscalculation

Chapter 14: Book Two: Chapter 5

Jennie pressed a wet, open kiss to the tip of Lisa's cock, whimpering as the taste of salt spread across her tongue. She had grown used to the flavor over the past few months, but it still made her stomach twist even as her mouth ached for more. You don't need to like this, the chastising voice in her mind said. You just need to keep her happy. Get her to go along with your plan. But she kept moving her fist, testing the shaft's firmness. She had long since learned that trying not to enjoy herself during sex with Lisa was an exercise in frustration.

"I think I prefer you this way," Lisa purred, gazing at her with hooded eyes.

Jennie drew back with a shaking gasp. When Lisa looked at her like that, it made her heart lurch in ways she didn't understand. "Which way..." She hesitated, wavering between terms before eventually deciding on, "Mistress?"

"Hungry, and only a little conflicted." Lisa spread her thighs further apart, somehow managing to seem graceful as she scooted to the edge of her chair. Her length jutted out from her body, and Jennie couldn't keep from staring. The sight of Lisa's cock made her dizzy even though she had seen it countless times. Silky fluid drizzled from the broad head, coating the shaft until it shimmered. The large knot at the bottom gave her a nervous, queasy feeling that actually became pleasant after a few seconds. Her inner walls fluttered, and not for the first time, she wondered how it could possibly fit inside her.

The sound of a clearing throat snapped her out of her haze. Fortunately, Lisa seemed amused instead of annoyed. "You may continue," she drawled, her expression and her voice both dripping with smugness. "I know the sight is impressive, but just staring is such a waste."

Jennie shuddered. She had no idea how she had gone from seducing Lisa to being ensnared herself. It doesn't matter. The more she values me, the easier this partnership will be. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she murmured, layering the words with as much syrup as she could. "You're..." Her eyes roamed the expanse of Lisa's body, taking in the perfect breasts peeking out from the Princess's open robe and the waterfall of dark hair tumbling down her pale shoulders. When the last word escaped, it was more genuine than she had intended. "Beautiful."

Sadly, it was the truth. Regardless of her selfishness, her sadistic streak, and her obsession with control, Lisa was beautiful. It was in the way she looked, the way she moved, the effortless way she demanded obedience, and Jennie had long since stopped trying to deny it.

"I've already agreed to your plan," Lisa said. "Flattery isn't necessary." But she looked pleased, and her shaft pulsed a little.

Jennie gave it another stroke, coaxing clear warmth to run along her fingers. She had no idea if other alphas made as much wetness, but when they weren't joined, Lisa always spilled rivers over her breasts, her belly, her thighs... Don't think about it, she told herself, even though her tongue throbbed for another taste. Just be grateful. It makes your job easier.

"You deserve flattery, Mistress." She scattered worshipful kisses along the underside of Lisa's cock, partially for show, but also because she couldn't resist. Soon, she was licking as well, gathering up the glistening streams. The sticky-hot taste of honey swelled in her mouth, and she took Lisa's tip between her lips, sucking greedily.

One of Lisa's hands curled around her neck, not exactly pushing, but preventing her from pulling away. "Here," she ordered, using the other as a guide. "This should give you more."

Jennie allowed her fingers to be wrapped around Lisa's knot. She could barely begin to form a fist, but she knew what Lisa wanted. She squeezed what she could hold, and was rewarded with several spurts of sweetness. A soft moan slipped out before she could stifle it. Instead of swallowing, she let Lisa's wetness slide back down her shaft, adding to the slickness that was already there.