Chapter 184

Natalie sank into the plush couch, letting her eyes fall shut as she focused on the feeling of Sofia’s mouth around her cock. The wet heat enveloped her, an intense, exquisite sensation, made all the more intoxicating by the fact that it was Sofia on her knees.

Perfect, refined, untouchable Sofia. The haughty princess who had looked down on Natalie for so long was now meekly pleasuring her, tentative licks and kisses exploring the tip of her stiff cock. Natalie curled her fingers into Sofia’s long white hair, anchoring herself in the moment. She could hardly believe it was happening—however much things had been leading up to this.

“That’s it,” Jordan murmured, her voice a sultry encouragement in Sofia’s ear. “Nice and slow. Use your tongue.”

Sofia shivered, heat coloring her cheeks. She obeyed without protest or comment. Her tongue swirled experimentally around the sensitive head, and Natalie panted as she watched, the lewd sensation shooting bolts of pleasure through her.

“Like that,” Jordan purred, one hand trailing down Sofia’s back. “You’re doing great. Maybe ... try a little more, though?”

Sofia, again, obeyed. She sank lower, venturing past the tip. She engulfed an inch of Natalie’s throbbing cock, mouth closing around her. Her tongue pressed and massaged along the underside as she explored. She looked up at Natalie through long lashes, blue eyes uncertain but lust-filled, darkening by the moment with her building desire.

Natalie reveled in the sight. Having Sofia on her knees, willingly pleasuring her, was intoxicating in its own right—to say nothing of the sensation. Her fingers threaded into Sofia’s hair a bit tighter, and she guided the girl into a slow, steady rhythm, encouraging her up and down, but not too firmly. Not taking over. Letting Sofia keep control.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Princess,” Natalie whispered. “You’re a natural cocksucker.”

Sofia flushed, but, unlike how she might have before, didn’t protest—didn’t glare. If anything, Natalie’s words spurred her on. She took Natalie deeper, another inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. It was a sight Natalie never thought she’d get to see—and yet, here it was. Quickly turning Natalie’s brain to mush.

“You’re being such a good girl,” Jordan cooed, her fingers trailing teasingly along Sofia’s skin. “You like it, don’t you? Having your Master’s cock in your mouth?”

A muffled noise escaped Sofia—almost a whimper. Her eyes fluttered half-shut as she lost herself in the act, tongue dragging along the underside of Natalie’s cock, sucking away. She didn’t try to take too much too fast, keeping it slow and exploratory. But there was no denying her building enthusiasm. She was clearly beyond the fake outrage and the denials that normally came with ‘the bet’.

She’d lost herself. In Natalie’s cock. Like a good pet.

Natalie savored the moment. It was so much better than she could have imagined. Sofia’s shy, inexperienced exploration was somehow more erotic than if she’d dived right in with expert movements. Natalie was obviously her first—and that fact thrilled through her.

“Your mouth feels so good,” Natalie murmured in encouragement. It was the truth. It was taking serious effort to keep her hips still—to not claim more of Sofia, forcibly.

From Sofia’s side, Jordan smirked at the two of them, clearly enjoying the show, her curves pressed indulgently into Sofia’s shoulder. Her hand traced teasing patterns over Sofia’s bare skin, caressing and groping her as she pleasured Natalie.

“I think our pet likes this,” Jordan said to Natalie. “Look how hard she’s working. And that expression on her face ... do you think she can even hear us, anymore?”

Sofia groaned softly into Natalie’s cock, indicating that yes, she could—and that their taunting was fueling her arousal, sending her deeper into that pit of lust. She took another inch of Natalie’s. Testing to see how much she could.

“A bit more,” Natalie encouraged breathlessly, her free hand on her chest, feeling her slamming heartbeat. She didn’t force Sofia down, as she might with another partner. She wanted to let Sofia set the pace. See what she would do without too much prompting from her.

And Sofia seemed eager to please, growing more so by the moment. Natalie could almost see the girl’s head spinning. Growing cock-drunk. Natalie nearly went dizzy at the realization. Sofia, naked and on her knees, cat ears still perched atop her head, eagerly sucking cock for the first time. Drunk on her arousal for the throbbing erection she was pleasuring. Muffled moans escaping her lips between loud sucking noises. It was nearly too much for her to handle.

“That’s perfect, Princess,” Jordan continued murmuring into her ear, teasing her through the process. “We’ll have to reward you, somehow, for being such a good girl. But for now, just enjoy yourself. Give in. This is what you were made for, isn’t it? You’re finally recognizing it.”

Sofia’s head bobbed up and down, finding a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” Natalie panted. “Deeper. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Sofia looked up at her, eyes dark with lust. Obeying, she leaned forward, finally going the distance. Natalie’s cock hit the back of her throat—and, understandably, she gagged, then pulled back coughing. A string of saliva briefly connected her lips to the glistening length of Natalie’s erection.

“Aw, that’s not too much for you, is it?” Jordan teased. “Surely you’ve got more in you.”

The taunting did the job. Or maybe just that Sofia wasn’t a person to put in a half-hearted effort. She wrapped her fingers around the base of Natalie’s cock, then started slickening her length with her tongue and lips.

“That’s it,” Jordan encouraged. “Get it nice and wet. You’ll get it this time. I believe in you.”

Once she’d properly lubricated Natalie, Sofia locked eyes with her, then dove back down. Natalie groaned as her cock hit the back of Sofia’s throat, the tight passage convulsing around her as she fought her gag reflex. Tears sprang to Sofia’s eyes, but she powered through, grabbing Natalie’s thighs for leverage. Slowly, she took Natalie down her throat. She wiggled her way in, throat bulging as it was filled up. Inch by inch, she forced herself to complete her task, hot bliss sliding down Natalie’s cock until Sofia’s nose was pressing into her crotch—buried into her own black panties, which still dangled there.

“Oh, fuck,” Natalie panted. Sofia’s throat. She had eight hard, throbbing inches inside Sofia’s throat. Hot, squeezing, massaging her entire length. But even better than that were the watering blue eyes. Looking up from between her thighs, proud at what she’d accomplished. It almost took Natalie apart, right there.

Jordan let out a soft, impressed whistle. “Look at that. Not bad for a beginner.” She leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Natalie was right. You are a natural cocksleeve.” She rubbed Sofia’s throat. “Look how much is in there.”

Sofia briefly hesitated, realizing that her pride in having taken Natalie might be misplaced. Unbefitting of the image she wanted to cultivate. But then her eyes fogged over—as if she didn’t care. She continued working her throat muscles along Natalie’s length, lifting up, slowly, then going back down, gagging as she stuffed herself full.

She’d clearly given in. Natalie could read it on her face. She didn’t care what her image was; she just wanted to be a good pet. Or maybe she was just lost in the sensation of Natalie’s cock filling her.

Natalie groaned, the realization that Sofia had finally submitted washing through her like its own mini orgasm. Her pet settled into a rhythm, pleasuring Natalie as saliva dripped down her chin with the sloppy effort. Singularly focused on making Natalie feel good, her blue eyes locked to Natalie’s own as she worked.

After nearly two minutes of that exquisite torture, Natalie pulled Sofia off with a pop. Sofia looked up at her with lust-clouded eyes, confused at the interruption, her chin slick with spit.

“Come on,” Natalie said, helping Sofia to her feet.

She led the woman over to the dining room table, clearing it with an uncaring sweep of her arm. Magazines and other random items went scattering to the floor.

“Up you go,” Natalie directed, grabbing Sofia by the waist and hoisting her up. She laid the other woman down on the tabletop. Sofia complied readily, stretching her lithe body out, turning, and letting her head hang over the edge—understanding what Natalie wanted. She parted her lips in invitation. Her reservations were well and truly gone. She just wanted to be Natalie’s cocksleeve.

A pulse of heat went through her at the lewd display: Sofia, splayed out submissively across the table, offering her mouth for Natalie’s pleasure. The proud princess so willing to debase herself, all for the chance to please Natalie’s cock. It was intoxicating.

The vulnerable arch of Sofia’s throat called out to be used, the thin black choker accentuating its delicate lines. Natalie stroked the fabric with her thumb, and Sofia shivered at the contact. She lined her cock up to Sofia’s lips, but paused there, savoring the sight.