Behind Her Eyes, Within Her Smile

CH.16

I woke up so full from the night before that I was horny all over again. I looked over to see if Kamala was near but she was nowhere in sight. I needed some quick relief so I decided to rub it out to the thought of her, and her scent that was embedded in the hotel sheets. My hand slipped underneath the t-shirt I wore as a nightgown, and was immediately submerged. I remembered how gentle and soft her hands were and imagined mine were hers. I could hear her voice echoing in my head with things she said to me many times before; It was like she was talking me through it, getting me closer to my climax. I pictured her eyes piercingly staring into mine, and it only made me more wet. I tried to keep my moans low, but the thought of her sent electricity through my veins. I felt some of my juices leaking onto my hands, so I knew I was super close. I was close until I heard the door opening; It was Kamala. I tried to cover up quick enough so she wouldn't notice, but that was a failure. My body froze and the only thing I could hear was my dyspneic breaths; I would later wonder why exactly her catching me made me feel so nervous.

"You're touching yourself without me?" Her eyebrows curled and her nostrils flared. She tossed the room key on the dresser, and stood there for a moment; She didn't look at me once. She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat there. "Come here." She tapped on the empty space next to her. Although her presence was nerve-wracking, there was a sense of calmness in her energy. She didn't seem too disappointed by what she had walked in on.

I made my way over to her without any additional questions, and she continued looking straight ahead. "I'm- I'm sorry." I mumbled. I was hoping those two words would put me in her grace and provide me with a chance at redemption.

Her hands floated to the top of her shirt, and she began unbuttoning it; The expression on her face remained neutral. "You didn't answer my question..." She finally looked over at me for the first time since she returned to the room. "Were you touching yourself without me?"

I loudly gulped; Fear took control of my muscles. "I-"

"And don't you lie to me." She interrupted; Her tone was serious but a smirk was present on her lips.

"I was. I'm sorry." I was fidgeting with my fingers from both excitement and nerves. I had an idea of what was coming, but at the moment she was genuinely making me so anxious. My head dropped down and I was now looking at the floor.

"You know I don't like that right?" Both of her hands were resting on her knees; Her eyes glued to me.

"Yes." I said under my breath, and kept my eyes away from hers.

Me avoiding eye contact would be cut short when I felt the smoothness of her fingers brush against my chin, turning my head towards her.

"Look me in my eyes." She demanded. " You know I don't like that right?" Her words came out slower than the last time she asked, while she added emphasis on syllables like she wanted me to give a better answer than my previous one.

My focus was pulled by the black eyeliner that perfectly traced her lash line; It made her eyes bold and commanding. The look in her eyes was spellbinding, like she had the backing from entities of another word.

I regained my focus and answered the question at hand. "Yes." My answer was unchanging because it was true. I didn't know what more she wanted from me.

"Yes what?" There was a fire in her eyes, and her eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, mommy." I knew the word she wanted to hear.

"Good girl." She leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. Her lips were soft and moist. "I want to be near you every time you cum." Her hand slid up the inner parts of my thigh, and every time she would almost reach my center her hand would return to my knee. She stood up with ease and glided over towards the closet pulling something out from the very back. Immediately, I noticed a flesh-colored harness similar to her own skin tone; It was girthy and the length was eternal. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and I became antsy.