Đọc truyện Obsessed with Submission

Cool lips land on Ophelia's. She leans into the kiss, feeling lightheaded by the turn of events. Who knew that raising her voice at Samantha would cause this to happen? She smiles into the kiss but it soon vanishes when hands glide underneath her shirt and trail featherlight touch against her warm skin. A tongue slowly slips into her mouth as Ophelia gasps her air, her own hands going to Samantha's waist. She barely touches the available skin beneath her fingertips feeling her heart race with excitement.

Samantha straddles Ophelia's upper body in the bed, one hand splayed against the submissive's waist, gently feeling the warmth of Ophelia's skin. Her other hand trails up to her braid, unraveling it with deft and experienced fingers. Samantha can't help the smirk that rises when Ophelia gasps at the harsh tug she does to the younger woman's dark locks. She feels unsteady, wanting to take everything from the woman beneath her.

She leans back, watching the line of saliva that connects their mouths snap. Samantha pants lightly, leaning forward quickly to lick at Ophelia's lips once more, groaning when the younger woman whimpers softly, legs twitching underneath Samantha's thighs that pin her to the bed.

"Look at you," Samantha kisses her once more before backing off. "I think red is your color, sweetheart." She untangles her hand from Ophelia's dark hair and thumbs at her flushed cheek. "You look adorable."

Ophelia closes her eyes, turning her head away. "Oh baby you can't hide from me." Samantha uses her hand to forcibly turn Ophelia to face her again. "I love your eyes, they're so expressive." She slides her body down until Samantha sits on Ophelia's thighs.

"Although your face is an open book." Samantha slides her hand further under the sweatshirt until her fingers graze the underside of Ophelia's bra. She watches as Ophelia's face pales but then immediately flames once again. The domme soaks in the minute expressions that flash across her face as Ophelia's eyes fill with arousal. She chuckles, hand cupping Ophelia's breast. Inside her heart races, this is the first time she's touched Ophelia intimately and Samantha feels like she's the luckiest woman on the planet. She feels giddy, wanting to press her face between the large breasts that have been the objects of her desire since she first saw Ophelia. "Sweetheart?"

Ophelia blinks up at the ceiling feeling hyper-aware. "Yep?" She glances down and meets bright blue.

Samantha laughs, sitting up but not withdrawing her squeezing hand. "You can touch me too."

When Samantha had slid down Ophelia had taken her hands back, placing them at her sides. Now she has them fisted in the covers as she focuses on breathing. "I know."

Samantha grabs Ophelia's hand and places it on her chest. Immediately, Ophelia springs up, gaping. "Samantha!"

"What?" Samantha stares at her innocently. "Is something wrong?" Ophelia eyes the older woman and then her own hand that is grasping Samantha's small breast in her hand. She palms it, feeling hot. "I don't have a lot to hold on to." Both of Samantha's hands are now snaked under her sweatshirt, squeezing at Ophelia's boobs.

Samantha drops her hands to hike the sweatshirt up, "Open your mouth." She smiles when Ophelia does so without hesitation. "So obedient." The hem of the sweatshirt is stuffed into Ophelia's opened mouth so that her chest is exposed. "You have such beautiful breasts." Samantha leans closer, wrapping her legs around Ophelia so that she sits in her lap. She cups one, breast while her lips softly kiss the top of the other.

"Oh." Ophelia shudders, panting as her hands latch onto Samantha's hips to keep the older woman steady in her lap.

"Mm?" Samantha licks between the two round globes, kissing the other breast now.

Ophelia shakes her head. "No-nothing." Her voice pitches at the end when Samantha playfully bites the tops of her breasts, slightly pulling down the cup but not exposing her entire breast to the warm air gathered between them.

She stuffs the hem of the sweatshirt back into her mouth after it falls. Ophelia glances down, watching as Samantha seems to worship her breasts, fondling them with her hands and leaving loving kisses in her wake. She takes one hand in her own, watching as Samantha sends her a confused look. Instead of using her words, Ophelia guides the hand behind her and to the clasp at her back. She pleads with her eyes for Samantha to understand what she wants. What she needs.

"Oh my sweet girl," Samantha unclasps the plain white bra and watches Ophelia's face for any sign of discomfort. The younger woman has her eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched tightly in the fabric of the sweatshirt. Samantha knows that she might be pushing Ophelia's boundaries but the submissive practically shouted that she needed Samantha to do this. To take charge and not let her think. She would do just that until Ophelia told her to stop. "I want to suck on these."

Ophelia lets out a small scream when she feels the redhead's tongue circle her nipple and suck. "Mhm!" She squirms, hands pushing and pulling at Samantha's hips.

Samantha pinches and pulls on the left breast while she sucks on the right. Her mouth leaves a hundred kisses and one hickey that rests right on top of Ophelia's breast. If the woman wore a v-neck, which Samantha noticed that Ophelia never wore, anyone would be able to see the mark. She turns her head to the left, intent on leaving another mark on this side.

Her tongue slides along warm skin leaving a wet trail of saliva that instantly cools Ophelia's heated skin.

The younger woman whines, thrusting her chest forward so that Samantha's skillful tongue can lap more at her heaving chest. She wriggles feeling her panties become wet. "Sa-Sam." Ophelia's voice is high and needy, ending in a small moan. She pushes her hands underneath the older woman's shirt, finding her chest bare. She whines again when her fingers graze over a hard nipple.

Feeling Ophelia's searching hand slide under her shirt and then finally touch her hard nipples, Samantha leaves a sharp bite, loving the pleasure-filled noises that exhale past the submissive's lips. She smirks, shoving Ophelia so that she lies on her back. Her eyes hungrily drink in the way her ample-sized breasts jiggle as she falls backward onto the covers. Samantha leans up to kiss Ophelia, as her hand slips underneath the waistband of Ophelia's sweatpants and cups her pussy.

"Put your hands up here." Samantha points to the head of the bed. Ophelia obediently follows the order, wetting her lips with her tongue as she stares transfixed at the domme. "Don't move them or this ends." She plants another kiss on Ophelia's lips before sliding back down between her legs.

Ophelia stares down her body to see Samantha tug down her sweatpants to reveal plump thighs. She squeezes them together wanting to hide. "Samantha?" Ophelia watches as her sweatpants get thrown somewhere behind the redhead. She keeps her hands above her head, nervously chewing the inside of her cheek.

Samantha grips the underside of both Ophelia's thighs in her hands. "Yes, sweetheart?" She kneels on the bed, slightly leaning over the younger.

Ophelia glances down further to see Samantha's hands on her thighs. She wonders briefly if tonight will lead to sex. "I trust you." She breathes deeply, smiling softly. "I trust you."

Startled, Samantha gazes at the other, feeling light. "You're a good girl Ophelia." She gently squeezes the thighs in her hands. "I'll go slow." Unlike her soft words, Samantha forcefully opens the pale plush thighs, gripping them tight before pulling Ophelia against her hips to the edge of the bed. She marvels at the way those thighs quiver when her hands slide along them toward Ophelia's hips. She fingers the edge of Ophelia's panties, kneeling between her spread legs. "Put your legs on my shoulders."

Ophelia hesitates, "I'll hurt you." She attempts to sit up but then backtracks because of her hands. They're supposed to stay above her head, she reminds herself, annoyed at her almost slip-up.

"You won't." Samantha leans closer to Ophelia's panty-covered pussy feeling ravenous. She glances up, quirking a brow.

Each leg raises one at a time to settle on Samantha's shoulders. She sighs, enjoying the weight pressing her down. She couldn't wait to dive down into Ophelia's pussy, and feel strong yet plump thighs squeeze her between them.

Again Ophelia feels lost and out of place. She tries to squeeze her legs together feeling too exposed even though she still has her panties on. Hearing a choked-off groan below her, Ophelia jumps, spreading her legs so that she's not squeezing Samantha's head anymore. "Sorry!"

Samantha bites the thigh resting on her left shoulder, sucking to soothe away the pain. She kisses the mark and turns her head slightly to peek out of the corner of her eye up at Ophelia. "Do it again."

"Do what?" Ophelia's hands twist in the covers above her head.

"Squeeze my head between your thighs." She grips said thighs in her hands for emphasis.

With a racing heart, Ophelia closes her legs around the woman hearing her groan in pleasure when her thighs tighten their hold. Suddenly, Ophelia feels a warm puff of air over the top of her pussy and whines, slightly bucking up into the finger that slides up and down her slit.

Samantha stares at the fabric of Ophelia's pink panties stretched over her visibly wet pussy. She eyes the wet patch that gathers near the younger woman's opening and licks her lips, feeling her pussy walls clench down at the thought of getting her mouth on Ophelia. She fingers the slit of the submissive's pussy lips, using pressure so that her index finger sinks deeper along with the panties. Her eyes catch how Ophelia's full pussy lips try to swallow the thin panties in between them and she groans quietly again, biting her lip in anticipation.

She presses a kiss to the panties, feeling the softness of the cotton against her lips. The domme squeezes the thigh on her left shoulder before lowering her hand and pulling the panties to the side. Instantly her eyes latch onto the wet juices gathered on Ophelia's pussy lips, which are pinkish-red and puffy with arousal. She pants, ducking her head forward and licking straight up the slit.

"Oh fuck!" Ophelia grips a pillow above her head, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying out again.

Samantha's tongue reaches the top of Ophelia's pussy and trails back down, using her hands to spread her pussy apart. Inside is pink glistening with Ophelia's juices. She licks up, zigzagging her tongue so that she only barely touches the submissive's throbbing clit. She swirls around it again, moving her tongue up and down along soft quivering walls. Her finger circles at Ophelia's entrance, skirting around the small opening. Samantha teases her finger in and out, gathering more juices on her finger as she does. Her mouth closes over the small bud that was begging to be licked and kissed. Samantha sucks the submissive's clit into her mouth, brushing her tongue over it repeatedly as she sucks forcefully. Legs close around her head, quaking. She moans, inserting a finger and slowly moving it back and forth.

While Samantha continues to eat her pussy out, Ophelia squeezes her thighs, feeling waves of lust overcome her body. She stuffs the pillow that is clutched tightly in her grasp over her face and screams once Samantha starts sucking her clit. Her hips wriggle and shake with the urge to buck them up and into Samantha's face but the domme has her hips pressed into the bed. Ophelia bites the pillow, moaning when the older woman's tongue glides up and down her pussy, tonguing at her opening along with her finger. She thrusts up slightly needing more friction.

Pressing her further down to stop Ophelia from moving more, Samantha leans up, licking her lips. She tastes Ophelia's pussy juice on her tongue, it marinates her tastebuds tasting like heaven and sweetness. She moans again, adding a second finger and crooking them in a come here motion. She finds Ophelia's g-spot with a precision that only a lesbian could have, quickly rubbing it and relishing in the moans that spill from the younger woman. She frowns, hearing that the moans are muffled. She uses her hands to pry open Ophelia's legs and notices a pillow over the woman's head. Snatching her fingers from inside the submissive, she reaches up and takes the pillow off Ophelia's face. "Baby, what are you doing?"

Ophelia startles, a look of surprise on her features.

"I want to hear you." Samantha gazes imploringly at the other, remaining eye contact as she stuffs both fingers back inside. The look of pure ecstasy on Ophelia's face causes her chest to swell with pride that she did that. She made a look of utter bliss ruin the usual bambi-eyed look the dark-haired woman always wore. "There we go, good girl, just like that." Her voice ends in a whisper as she lowers her head back down.

Swiping her tongue against Ophelia's hard clit, Samantha watches the younger woman's face flare a dangerous shade of red, as Ophelia's hands stay above her head. She watches those hands shift and claw at the covers, seeking something to latch onto. She leans back, still pistoning her fingers in and out of Ophelia's soaked hole. "My sweet girl, do you need help?" She asks, reaching up with her other hand to pinch at Ophelia's nipple.

Ophelia moans, rocking her hips and feeling a pressure build in her stomach. She can't look down. Knowing that Samantha is seeing her act like this. She can't help but feel embarrassed but very turned on. She nods her head, whining. Her hands itch to reach out and grab onto Samantha, just to touch her. Feel her.

"Okay sweetheart, here." Samantha never stops her right hand from its fingering endeavor but uses her left hand to grab Ophelia's arm and place it over her chest. "Play with your breasts, I want to watch you."

There's no hesitation whatsoever when Ophelia begins to pinch the painfully hard pebbled peaks, pulling on them with a wanton moan as she feels Samantha's fingers speed up inside her. "That's it." Samantha begins to lower herself back down, eyes on Ophelia. "Pull on them more." She smirks into Ophelia's pussy as she watches the submissive pull harder on her nipples, hips rolling.

Back down to eye level with her soaked pussy, Samantha blows cool air on it, chuckling when Ophelia whines again. "Let me hear those slutty moans of yours."

She licks at her clit feeling hard pressed to not take her time and completely ravish the woman laid before her. But she knows they can't so Samantha works on making Ophelia cum. She laps at the opening that's stretched out on her fingers, smiling when more juices flow into her mouth as she tongue fucks Ophelia's hole. Samantha licks back up, lazily leaving open-mouthed kisses all over Ophelia's pussy. Her thumb strokes gently over the woman's clit, circling. She traces her name with her tongue, curving around the pink clit on the letter S and using her left hand to hold down Ophelia's jerking hips. On the letter M, she hears Ophelia start chanting her name like a prayer. By T, Ophelia is chanting fuck, hands fondling her breast without care as she curses with her head thrown back and eyes unseeing as she stares at the ceiling.

Samantha ends with A and feels the warm walls around her fingers start clenching down. She immediately latches her mouth onto Ophelia's clit, sucking with purpose. Her heel digs into her own pussy as she tries to get some friction in her kneeled position on the floor. The thighs around her head squeeze tight but ever the champ, Samantha bares down more, licking and sucking on the open pussy before her set out like an entree. She munches, not stopping even when Ophelia's pleasure-filled moans become little squeals and whimpers. She keeps going, riding past overstimulation to help Ophelia achieve a second orgasm. Her tongue flies down, gathering the younger woman's essence on her tongue and savoring it. Her fingers form a V and begin scissoring faster, causing a wet squelching nose to fill the air from how soaked Ophelia is. She allows the panties to slide back into place, leaning over Ophelia's body so that she can kiss her breasts again. Hearing Ophelia's hitch in a breath when her mouth descends on a hard nipple is worth everything. Her fingers move faster as she sucks on the nipple in her mouth, staring right into Ophelia's eyes that are watching her intently.

"Be my good girl and cum again." She bites a nipple and then gives it a soothing lick. "I know you can, sweetheart."

Ophelia shakes her head but can already feel herself hurdling toward the edge. She grabs at Samantha, pulling the woman up closer to her face. She leans up and kisses the older woman, thrusting her tongue into her mouth and tasting her own juices on Samantha's tongue. She moans, hiking her leg up and over Samantha's lower back to bring her closer. Her moan turns to a whimper when Samantha easily dominates the kiss leaving her a drooling and sobbing mess.

Her second orgasm crashes over the edge and Ophelia breaks the kiss to scream Samantha's name out as her legs shake. She rolls her hips down to meet the domme's thrusting fingers, panting wetly as she chases her release. Pleasant little aftershocks sizzle up from Ophelia's wrecked pussy, she sighs softly, content.

Turning her head she catches Samantha's lips again and stares into the other's eyes as she opens her mouth for their tongues to dance together. Ophelia closes her eyes, letting her hand dive into red hair and pull the older close. She shudders on a small whimper when Samantha withdraws her fingers from Ophelia's dripping pussy.

"You did great, sweetheart." Samantha kisses her nose and then Ophelia's flushed cheeks. She grins down at the other, bringing her wet fingers up between them. "Look how wet you are." Samantha lifts a brow at the embarrassed look in the submissive's gaze. "So wet for me." Her nose nuzzles the side of Ophelia's face as she presses her soiled fingers against the younger woman's mouth.

Ophelia obediently opens her mouth and licks at the fingers. She takes them into her open mouth and swallows around them, her eyes roll back at how filthy she feels doing this. Feeling her pussy throb again. When Samantha deems her fingers thoroughly cleaned, she takes them back, smirking.

Inside her shorts, Samantha knows her panties are sopping wet. She can feel her pussy lips slide against each other with her every movement. She presses a hand down between her legs and instantly knows that her shorts are wet too with how turned on she is. She gazes down at Ophelia's tired but happily glowing eyes. She feels happy as well and comfortable in her place between large thighs.

"Sam?" Ophelia plays with the red hair in her left hand while her other hand goes to Samantha's shoulder to gain her attention.

"Hm?" Samantha hums, staring at her with her full, undivided attention.

"Do you want me to...I've never done..." Ophelia hates how she sounds. "I want to be good at it for you." She rushes out, glancing away.

"Such a sweet girl, how did I get so lucky?" Samantha rolls off Ophelia and stands. "You don't have to baby, we don't have time." Her hand goes to Ophelia's soiled pink panties, she pats the wet patch between her spread legs and smirks when Ophelia jumps. "Keep these on today, I want you to walk around remembering what happened."

Ophelia lies on the bed feeling off. She sits up, crossing her legs to hide her sticky panties from view. "Samantha?" She watches the domme start pulling out clothes for the day, setting Ophelia's outfit on the bed.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Samantha goes to her closet and selects some slacks and a nice sweater. She turns to face Ophelia.

Right then a bell chimes. It's a happy, chipper sound that causes Ophelia to tense and turn around to glare at the phone. Their morning alarm goes off at 6:15 AM every morning and Ophelia feels very pissed that it interrupted her. She reaches for the phone and silences the alarm. When she turns back to Samantha the other woman is still staring at her, but now a fond smile is on her pretty face.

"I hate that sound." She bites out, tossing the phone toward Samantha since it's the domme's.

Samantha catches the phone with a laugh. She walks to Ophelia, still smiling. "Get dressed before I have your ass for breakfast."

The younger woman grabs her clothes from the bed and starts backpedaling from the room. Over her shoulder she says, "Thought you just ate breakfast?" she jumps away from the pillow thrown her way with a mad giggle.

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In my opinion, Samantha is a munch. The girl loves to eat the pink peach and slurp up that golden nectar. 😏

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