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Just the way Zynara liked her.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Oh, I love it when you beg. I love it that you need me so badly. Tell me what you want, Lottie Finch.”

“I want you inside me. Please. I want your mouth on me—” Her whole body rippled again just at the thought, her hips tilting under Zynara’s fingers, her heels drilling into the mattress, her fists clenched—still so obediently above her head. “Please, Zynara.”

Zynara . That sounded so much better than Qasira.

Zynara almost gave in then and there.

But that wasn’t the game.

She would torture Lottie a little bit more after all. She bared her teeth—then dove in.

She sucked a trail of filthy hot, soaking wet kisses the length of Lottie’s thighs—both of them.

She used her teeth, then sucked deep bruises over the same places.

She lost herself for a moment and pressed her face into that wonderful softness, seized Lottie’s legs and pulled them close, knowing that a moan wrenched out of her and happy to let her pride go and admit it completely.

There were hands in her hair then—disobedient ones—hands that pulled her up for a quick kiss on the mouth. Dark, ruined eyes bored into her own, then Lottie pushed her back down, bunched her fists and raised her arms back above her head as if she’d been good all along.

She poked out the very tip of her tongue.

That nearly killed Zynara too.

This woman!

So she gave her what she needed, lowering her mouth to Lottie’s core and instantly wondering why she’d denied herself for so long—

Lottie Finch was divine .

Oh, the heat of her! The beautiful way her entire body quivered and shook on the end of Zynara’s tongue.

Zynara was suddenly ravenous. She dragged her tongue the length of Lottie’s pussy and devoted an age to the wonderful concentration of pleasure in her clit.

Time stretched out. There was a world to be explored here, a system she yearned to study until she’d unravelled every secret, until she’d split Lottie open before her and Lottie had surrendered all she could give.

Cause and effect—a flick of her tongue here, a shudder there.

One slow, deep thrust of her tongue and Lottie’s glorious guttural moan.

Zynara raised her head and looked at her. There was absolutely nothing left of her own attitude. The pride she’d needed to carry to get through the world was gone—the mask she’d worn for so long completely forgotten. Here she was between Lottie’s legs, and yet it was Lottie who had unveiled her.

“You are—” she murmured.

She’d had the taste of Lottie on her fingers that first night. She’d never thought—

“I am?”

“Delicious,” Zynara said.

Lottie gave a dazed huff. It was impudent—and Zynara knew the best way to punish her.

She gave a crooked smile. As dangerous as she knew how to be.

“Oh, shit,” Lottie breathed. Her fingers gripped the sheets.

Zynara chuckled into Lottie’s pussy and set about licking her to the extreme edge of a tearing orgasm.

She had to hold her down, one arm thrown over her hips, those incredible thighs hooked over her shoulders.

Lottie’s cries were like every lovesong Zynara had never thought would apply to her.

She fluttered her tongue and Lottie sobbed in ecstasy.

She sucked her clit and revelled in Lottie’s wrenching pleas.

Her senses were full—and they rose together off the bed, soaring higher, Zynara with Lottie all around her—her face, her fingers, her need and her heart—and she felt Lottie pulsing, felt her thickening and getting closer and closer—

—to something more wonderful and precious than anything Zynara had ever known—

But she remembered the game.

And so she stopped.

“Fuck!”

Zynara laughed.

“Oh, fuck no! I fucking hate you! Ugghhh—”

Zynara sat back on her knees and slapped the underside of Lottie’s thigh. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Get up. There’s a chest under the bed. Choose a toy.”

“You are fucking evil.” Lottie was a beautiful shade of pink, her hair was wild and her eyes were glass.

She was breathing like she’d run a mile, which was amusing because they had so far yet to go.

Zynara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and didn’t miss how Lottie’s eyes followed her movements.

“Now, please,” she ordered crisply.

There was some adorably petulant pouting but Lottie did as she was told. In fact, she leapt off the bed and dragged the toy chest out with undeniable keenness. The weak laugh she gave when she saw what was inside was another giveaway that Lottie was enjoying herself very much indeed.

Somehow Zynara wasn’t at all surprised when Lottie chose the strap and a thick cock to go with it. She even knelt at Zynara’s feet and helped Zynara put it on.

“Any limits?” Zynara asked.

The girl had her eyes on the cock that bobbed in front of her face. She took Zynara’s hand and brought it to the back of her head. She shrugged.

“Don’t make me gag,” she said simply, “and then fuck me hard.”

Oh, that Zynara could definitely do.

Lottie opened her mouth and knelt there, looking up at Zynara with a devastating blend of sass and cunning, and Zynara twisted her fingers in her hair and nudged her toward the cock.

She locked her lips around the tip and gave Zynara a show like a porn star.

She fucking had technique too, Zynara thought, as Lottie carefully adjusted the toy against Zynara’s clit with one hand and applied a rhythmic pressure with her mouth.

The sight of her gazing up at her nearly destroyed Zynara’s resolve.

Her fingers tightened in Lottie’s hair. Her hips twitched and thrust forward in a rhythm she couldn’t control.

A dizzying frequency began to focus behind her eyes, clenching in her core.

Something titanic, furious, and ungovernable began to rush toward her—

She tugged Lottie away by her hair.

There was a moment and then Zynara pulled her upright too and kissed her hard on the mouth.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Fucking amazing,” Lottie confirmed. “Though you’d better get that thing inside me right now, or fuck whatever this game is but I swear I will pin you down and bounce your brains out. Qasira .”

Zynara snorted, smacked her arse and shoved her toward the bed. “Hands and knees then, darling. If you think you can handle me.”

Lottie stuck that glorious backside in the air and gave Zynara all her usual cheek over her shoulder. “Don’t hold anything back,” she said. “I need you to exhaust me.”

Who was in control here?

Zynara didn’t know and didn’t care.

She knelt behind Lottie and ran her fingers through her again, laughing at Lottie’s groan.

Lottie fell from her hands to her elbows, arching her back and blowing Zynara’s mind.

Zynara put her hand between Lottie’s shoulder blades, loving the power of it, teasing her with just the tip of the cock against her core.

“Look at you, being so good for me.”

There was an exasperated snort from the pillows. “How about you be good for me, princess, and fuck me like you promised?”

Zynara threw back her head and laughed. She gripped Lottie’s hips and pushed into her, slowly and firmly. The attitude died the moment she bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Lottie mumbled.

Zynara lifted one knee and placed her foot on the bed so she could thrust deep and hard. Fucking Lottie Finch into the mattress was going to be sensational.

And so she did.

Lottie took everything she needed to give her.

The woman was magnificent, grinding back against her, pointing her toes and drumming her feet against the sheets.

Zynara pounded into her, hard and fast, and she was stunned to find herself grinning at Lottie’s exuberant growls and grunts, at her playfulness, at her incoherent begging.

Lottie looked back at her and urged her on, wild and carefree.

She tore at the sheets. She swore like a soldier.

And Zynara snapped her hips and drove her hard, both of them panting, devastated groans tearing from their throats.

Every thrust wound Zynara up too, the toy pressing back against her, hitting just the right spot, setting a powerful heat coiling between her legs.

She felt the moment Lottie’s shudders became erratic.

The same dangerous abandon screamed toward Zynara too.

She reached around and felt for Lottie’s clit, loving the feel of the cock stretching her wide.

She thrust into her with everything she had, circled her clit with firm fingers, and Lottie’s cries turned into one long helpless song.

Lottie’s whole body stiffened and arched, and the sight of it tipped Zynara over the edge, both of them skyrocketing together, rocking and jerking. Zynara collapsed against Lottie’s body and sobbed into her back, kissing every inch of her she could, until they both sank, ruined, to the sheets.

There was no way they were stopping at just that.

They learned everything there was to know about each other’s bodies.

Something changed—Zynara could feel it—something measurable and certain, something dependent wholly on the specific conditions that existed between them.

Lottie Finch was right for her—no matter what Lottie Finch was, no matter who she worked for, no matter what other lies she might be telling.

Lottie Finch was… wonderful.

She pulled a paddle from the toy chest and presented it to Zynara with a thoroughly ridiculous giggle.

She bounced to the head of the bed, waved her bum in the air and announced that she’d been terribly naughty.

It was cheesy, sassy, stupidly adorable—and it sizzled through Zynara like electricity.

She smacked Lottie pink with the thing—little red hearts all over her backside from the cutout, and a gorgeous heat in her skin that Zynara just had to put her lips to, and Lottie wriggled and gasped and giggled and said the corniest things—and begged for more the whole way through.