Behind Closed doors

Chapter 14

📣SMUT

A few minutes later, Lauren made her way to the bedroom, her legs feeling like jelly after that intense climax. As she stepped through the doorway, her breath was taken away by the sight before her: Kamala sitting at the end of the bed, her legs crossed, clad in a cherry red, sexy set of lingerie with intricate lace straps.

"You look... incredible," Lauren managed to murmur, her eyes wide with surprise.

Kamala blushed, glancing down at the lingerie. "It's nothing special," she said, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice. "I just wanted to feel... sexy, I guess."

"Well, you definitely achieved that," Lauren said, her voice low and husky. She stepped closer, her eyes taking in every inch of Kamala's exposed skin. "But is this what you wear when you have a breakdown?"

Kamala laughed loudly. "Well, for your information, it was a surprise for you. I was planning to come here after the discussion with him whatever the outcome."

Lauren nodded, her gaze lingering on the intricate lace adorning Kamala's lingerie. She stepped closer to the bed, her own arousal building again. "It's definitely doing its job," she murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along one of the lace straps framing Kamala's ample breasts.

Kamala's smile turned seductive as she leaned back on her elbows, giving Lauren a better view. "Good," she purred, her voice low and inviting. "Because I think it's about time you got a taste."

With that, she spread her legs, giving Lauren a direct line of sight to the wetness between her thighs. Lauren's eyes darkened, and she didn't waste any time. She climbed onto the bed, her body moving with grace despite the urgency inside her. She positioned herself between Kamala's legs, her eyes never leaving hers.

"I've been craving this," Lauren admitted in a whisper. "You, like this, all for me."

Kamala's eyes fluttered shut as Lauren leaned in, her breath hot against Kamala's sensitive flesh. "And now you have me," Kamala said, her voice sultry. "Do what you want with me."

Lauren smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. She reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a velvet-covered box, the contents clinking softly as she set it on the bed. "Choose your weapon, Ms. President," she teased.

Kamala's eyes snapped open, curiosity and excitement battling within her. She reached for the box, her heart racing. As she lifted the lid, she found an array of toys—whips, handcuffs, and a sleek, eight-inch vibrator, different from the one she had used the other day, which caught her eye.

"You're kidding," she said, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "You actually have all these?"

Lauren's smirk widened. "You know me, always prepared for any situation," she said with a playful glint in her eyes.

Kamala selected the vibrator, her fingers trembling slightly. "What do you want me to do with this?" she asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Lauren took the vibrator from her, turning it over in her hand. "First things first," she purred. "I want to see how you respond to this one."

She placed the vibrator at the apex of Kamala's thighs, the vibrations tickling the lace of her panties. "Take these off," she instructed, her gaze never leaving Kamala's.

Kamala's hands shook as she complied, revealing her arousal to Lauren's hungry eyes. "Now, spread your legs," Lauren said, her voice firm but gentle.

Kamala obeyed, her legs falling open as Lauren slid the vibrator against her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and Kamala gasped, her hips lifting off the bed.