Tones of Grey (Lady Lesso x OC)

How does home feel like?

⚠️Warning⚠️: We get a bit smutty😏

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Lady Lesso's POV:

The weight of Clarissa's body against mine was intoxicating, her scent, a mix of lavender and musk, filling my senses as I banged her against the wooden door of my bedroom. Her surprised gasp sent a thrill through me. It had been over a month since I last touched her. A long time, considering our past dynamic. There was a reason for that, clearly, but tonight, I didn't care about the reasons for my distance. I was getting laid that night, and no one was going to stop that from happening.

Besides, Clarissa was always a good pet—obedient, needy, and ready for whatever I had in store for her. I had to admit I hadn't planned anything specific I could do to her that particular time, but I was always creative in that sense.

"Oh, Nora..." she whispered to my ear in between the kisses. I reached for her neck and bit her skin, a small scream coming out of her lips. "You have no idea how much I've longed for you... for your touch..."

"Then show me, pet," I replied, my voice low and husky, as I bit her neck again and pressed her harder against the door. There was no escape for her that night. She would be mine until I was completely satisfied.

I thrusted my left leg in between her thighs. Unfortunately for me, that reminded me how Sofía reacted when I did that, how she got scared and backed down. Shivers ran down my body at the memory. I didn't want to scare her like that. I had cursed myself after it for ruining the moment. Even so, she seemed to be comprehensive about my behavior. She knew what she was getting into from the moment she kissed me. And when we met in my office later, I was well aware that I had been a bit rough on her whilst I was masturbating, but she didn't seem to mind at all, which indicated me that when she was ready, she would be a perfect fit for me in that sense as well.

With that thought in mind, I returned to the present. There were definitely too many layers of that big gown of Dovey's in between my leg and her cunt, but it would do for now. As the good girl she was, she quickly started rubbing herself against it, looking for friction as I evilly laughed against her neck.

"Oh, you do love that, don't you?" I growled.

"Y-yes." she moaned, her voice shaky with desire.

"Then why don't we give that little pussy of yours a bit more?" I replied. I grabbed her from the hips, and still kissing her lips, I made her stumble through the room and pushed her on the bed. Clarissa didn't fight against me, she knew better than to do that. I climbed on top of her as she caressed my waist and pulled the shirt out of my pants. As she wanted to grab my tie to draw me closer, she noticed it was missing.

"Where's your tie?" she asked, curious.

"I took it off before you came in. I was about to get ready for bed," I lied. I couldn't tell her where it actually was.

"Hm... shame. You know how I love to draw you closer by grabbing your tie," she pouted playfully.

"I do." I said before leaning in and biting her lower lip.

Meanwhile, my hands had gone behind her back to start untying the corset. Those stupid things always meant more work, even if they did look pretty on them. I was an expert on untying corsets at this point (even knowing that years ago if someone told me I'd be an expert in untying Ever corsets I would have laughed at their face before putting them in the Doom Room), so it only took me some seconds to have the ribbons loose enough for Dove to pass the dress over her head. That was always the tedious part. I was already horny and had to struggle against all that fabric to get what I wanted.