Page 72 of Dr. Roz Harrington

“Stay still, princess,” she said. “Let me do everything.”

Sam trembled beneath her. “Yes.”

Roz continued her slow, devastating rhythm—licking, sucking, pausing only to murmur praise between strokes.

“You’re doing so well.”

“You taste like heaven.”

“This is mine.”

Sam was gasping now, her legs shaking, her hands clenching the sheets.

“Can I come?”

Roz licked her again, deep and sure. “Yes, baby. Now.”

Sam cried out a ragged, broken sound, and Roz didn’t let up. She stayed with her through the wave, coaxing it longer, deeper, until Sam was shaking from the inside out.

When it passed, Roz slid up the bed and gathered her close, wrapping her arms around her, pressing kisses to her damp cheeks, her jaw, her forehead.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered. “My perfect, soft, obedient girl.”

Sam exhaled against her collarbone, her fingers gripping Roz’s waist.

But Roz wasn’t finished.

She reached between Sam’s thighs again, found her still slick and hot, and slowly pressed two fingers inside. Sam moaned, and Roz curled her fingers, beginning a steady rhythm as she rolled her hips against her own hand, never breaking eye contact.

She used her other hand to gently stroke Sam’s face. Her cheek. Her temple. Her mouth.

“You don’t have to hold back. I want everything. Every sound. Every sigh. Every tear.”

Sam’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t, Roz.”

“You can,” Roz whispered. “You’re my princess. My good girl. I’ve got you.”

She added a third finger.

Sam shattered again, this time quieter, like her body simply gave out from the weight of so much care.

Roz slowed, then stopped, gently pulling out and cradling her again. She kissed her softly, then reached for a warm cloth to clean her, moving with the same reverence she always had in aftercare.

“You did so well,” she murmured. “You gave me everything.”

Sam blinked up at her, dazed. “You make me feel holy.”

Roz’s chest ached with tenderness.

“That’s because you are.”

Sam smiled, tears slipping silently from the corners of her eyes.

Roz wiped them away. “Sleep, now. You don’t need to do anything else tonight. You’ve earned the whole world.”

And as Roz held her—their bodies tangled, limbs entwined, warmth shared—she knew that no matter what storms came tomorrow, she had this.

Her good princess.