Page 15 of Resist

I’m on my knees aching to taste her, andnowshe wants to get playful? Another detail I file away for future use as I grip the zipper pull between my finger and thumb. But until she says yes, it’s staying closed.

Consent is my favorite kind of foreplay.

Nothing gets me harder than a person wilfully submitting to whatever we’re about to do.

My dick is hard, my heart is racing, and Mackenzie’s melodic screams as she submits entirely to her husband is the perfect backing track. My goal is to make Cecelia scream so loudly that no one can even hear Mackenzie.

“What are you waiting for?” Cecelia tips her head.

“Consent, Cece. A nose boop doesn’t count.”

She cups my jaw with a silky-soft palm, and something shifts in her demeanor. “Kajirus,” she purrs. I’m not sure she entirely meant for the word to fall aloud from her lips as she caresses my face, based on how her lips purse together. And I think I know why, too.

The pet name, Kajirus, means slave, it originates from the science fictional world of Gor, created by author John Norman but has been repurposed by many in the kink community. Kajira means female slave, and is much more common, and while I don’t consider myself to be a slave, I leaninto Cecelia’s palm, and find myself wishing she’d say it again even though we’ve just met.

“You have my consent. Now make me come.” The sultry tone of her voice slides over me like melted butter.

“Yes, ma’am.” I unzip the crotch on her catsuit, brush my nose against the soft strip of hair leading down to her clit, and take a deep sniff.

The heady scent of her arousal makes my already painfully hard dick even harder. I spread her lips with my fingers before I sink my tongue into her hot center and seek out her clit. A shiver of delight jolts through me as I find hardware in her pussy.

I didn’t have her pegged as the kind of woman who would have her clit pierced, and I fucking love surprises.

When she plants her feet and braces my head against her body with both hands, I know I’m onto something, flicking that hood piercing with the very tip of my tongue.

Sucking the sensitive flesh into my mouth makes her shudder. I press one of my palms against her ass so she can’t pull away from me. She bucks her hips against my face, her breaths coming in sharp pants as she rides my eager tongue.

Arousal drips down my chin as I lap at her, sucking, spearing, and teasing at her salty juices. She’s breathing heavily, and absolutely soaking wet, but she’s not whimpering, or pleading, or making much noise at all. I guess she’s not a screamer.

Or if she is, we just aren’t there yet.

Let’s find out.

After a few minutes, the noise still doesn’t come. Has she ever screamed in the bedroom? Or is she always well kempt and put together? Her rigid body tells me that relaxing isn’t her strong suit. Or worse, maybe thisisher relaxed. Shit.

Slipping my fingers inside her makes her hips curve toward me even more. She’s gripping my head so tightly my scalp stings with the nip of pain from her nails. Fuck. I love that shedoesn’t care if I suffocate on her pussy. She just wants her O. If I die, I die. A mission I can get behind.

Her cunt is tight, slick, and so fucking hot and smooth. When I find her happy button deep inside her silken pussy, I press a few of my fingers against it and am rewarded with a grunt.

A grunt?

Fuck.

What’s it going to take to make this lioness roar?

I pick up one of her muscular legs and drape it over my shoulder, add another finger inside her, and lap at her clit like she might die if she doesn’t come for me.

Her life is in my hands. If I don’t get her over the line, she’ll stop breathing.

Fuck that.

Not on my watch.

There’s no speed my tongue can lap that can collect her juices fast enough, and she presses my head so hard into her pussy, for a split second I’m not sure I’m going to make it either.

Behind the glass, Mackenzie comes again, and her screams taunt me, tell me I can’t make this woman so much as come, never mind scream.

Sweat trickles into my eyes, my nose is plugged, my chin and throat soaking, and my knees ache from the hard, unforgiving floor under me. But I’m not giving up.