My little devil

epilogue part 1

Rosé's POV

Lisa knelt before Rosé. "Ask for anything and I will give it to you."

Seeing Lisa on her knees was haunting, a god submitting before her-the roles reversed.

Rosé wanted to tell her to get up, but the rush between her thighs told her to take this woman and make her feel all the things she's made Rosé feel when it's Rosé that's on her knees.

This last week and a half had been hell for Rosé, to say the least. Rosé had missed Lisa terribly. She regretted leaving Lisa's room the moment she walked out the door. But she had expected Lisa to follow. And when Lisa didn't, Rosé felt like her heart had been ripped out. All she could think about was getting Lisa back. She didn't care whose fault it was, she didn't care about the stupid fight. She was more than willing to forgive Lisa. To submit to her completely, in and out of bed.

But her sister slapped some sense into her. Alice made her face reality. Rosé didn't do anything wrong. This was on Lisa. Lisa fucked up, not her. And Rosé needed to stand her ground and set some boundaries. That was something Rosé struggled with.She was no pushover, but she had a hard time sticking up for herself. Rosé was an insecure little girl deep down, and that made her an easy target to take advantage of. Even if it didn't look like that on the outside.

Rosé tried to be fierce. She tried to be independent. But the truth was, her independence stemmed from a place of caution. Rosé wasn't as independent as everyone thought. It was more like: she was too afraid to get hurt, so she preferred to be alone.

Rosé had been single for so long, that she just ran with it. And in no time she actually started to believe that she didn't need anybody, that she was her own woman, she was good on her own.

But then a Goddess of a woman sat at a booth looking up at her and making her feel the most alive she'd ever felt on the Moonlight stage.

And Rosé tried, oh how she tried, to stay away. Still, it was more impossible than she could have ever imagined.

Lisa was as inevitable as the sunset, and just as beautiful.

"I want to taste you," Rosé said. She looked at the queening chair in the corner of the dungeon and bit her lip.

Lisa's eyes were glazed over with lust, she stared at Rosé with hunger more profound than ever. Rosé knew what the brunette wanted. She wanted to take charge. Yet there she was, on her knees and looking like an exquisite work of art, completely bare, not showing any signs of getting up.

Lisa was waiting for Rosé to give her orders.

Rosé walked over to Lisa. She bent down and cupped Lisa's face and kissed her. She kissed her sloppily and desperately. When their lips parted Rosé brought their foreheads together and they remained like that for a minute, chests rising and falling.

"Get off your knees, Lisa," Rosé said as she stood up straight.

Lisa stood up immediately.

Rosé walked over to the queen chair and adjusted the head hammock. She sat down on the floor. She looked at Lisa. "I want you to fuck my face, pretty girl," Rosé smirked devilishly and leaned all the way back until her head fell into place on the hammock.

Lisa let out a sweet little moan and walked over to the chair. "Fuck, Rosie..." She positioned herself with her legs spread over the chair, waiting for Rosé's signal to sit down.

"Sit, Lisa." Rosé would have been ashamed of her impatience had she not been so aroused. The sight of Lisa's pussy hovering over her face was disastrously tempting.

Lisa lowered herself until her thighs hit the chair and Rosé's face was stuffed into her cunt. Rosé's nose was practically inside the tight little entrance and her mouth was on the goddess' swollen clit. Lisa's scent was intoxicating, but the taste of Lisa's pussy was even more addicting and so were the pretty sounds she was making as she began to grind down on Rosé's face.