Page 9 of Sugar Plum Dreams

Cin looked up from her desk at Kristen's entrance. That vibrant red hair of hers caught the warm glow of the desk lamp. For a moment, Kristen thought she saw a flicker of annoyance in Cin's green eyes, and she hesitated before coming to a dead stop just inside the door.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"You're not," Cin insisted, but there was something missing in her tone that made Kristen hesitant.

Kristen forced a smile, though her nerves made it waver. "I'm done with the party."

Cin's gaze softened slightly, but there was still a hint of something unreadable in her expression. "Headed out with Justin?"

Kristen shook her head, feeling a sense of relief at the opportunity to clarify. "No, Justin isn't my type. I realized that pretty quickly."

Cin's eyebrows quirked up, curiosity replacing the earlier tension. "Oh?"

"No. If I don't hear another word about a weight or protein count, I'll be all too happy."

"Hmmm."

That low hum reverberated through Kristen. Much like the Benwa balls still inside of her.

"And who is your type, Kristen?"

Kristen shrugged, trying to play it off casually but feeling her cheeks warm. "I'd like to be with someone who listens to me. That would be nice. Someone who makes me feel seen."

"Hmmm," Cin hummed again.

A pregnant pause filled the room, but Kristen still felt that hum between her thighs. Or maybe it was the balls. Be itthe balls or the hum, the weight of it hung in the air. Cin's gaze roamed Kristen's face, as though she was trying to decide something.

"I should probably change out of this dress and get back into my work clothes. My shirt should be dry by now."

Kristen could hear every step Cin took, each one landing like a drumbeat thrumming through her chest, growing louder, more insistent. The rhythmic sound echoed in her ears, making her pulse quicken. Cin’s presence filled the space between them, drawing closer with an intensity Kristen wasn’t sure she was ready for.

She felt two distinct pulls. One urged her to run, to escape the danger of a predator coming toward her. The other pulled her toward Cin, the only person who made her feel truly safe.

Kristen didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her feet remained rooted to the floor. Her breath was shallow as Cin approached. Her gaze never left Kristen’s face. Kristen knew without a shadow of a doubt that this woman would never cause her harm.

Cin’s eyes roamed her features, as if she were trying to decide something, weighing a question Kristen didn’t yet know.

Kristen’s breath hitched as Cin’s hand reached out, gently resting on her arm. The warmth of Cin’s touch spread through her. Kristen wondered if the Benwa balls came with a remote, because right then they felt like they vibrated. She had to inhale to ensure she didn't orgasm on the spot. How embarrassing would that be?

"Keep the dress," Cin said softly. "It looks good on you."

"I also need to give you your balls back."

Cin nodded, but she made no move.

"Um, how do I get them out?"

"Let me."

Cin held out her hand. Kristen looked down at the offered palm. She placed hers in Cin's.

Cin guided her to sit ontop of her desk. Kristen sat as she always did: prim and proper with her legs closed. Cin placed her palm on Kristen's knee. Her fingers slipped between Kristen's thighs like she was parting the seas. Kristen did as Cin bade and opened her thighs.

Wider. Then still wider until she was spread open, her thighs nearly hanging off each side of the large oak desk.

"I'm going to move your panties aside and place my fingers inside of you, okay?"

Kristen wasn't sure she trusted her voice, so she simply nodded.