PLEASURE AND POWER

MEMORIES OF 'HER' 🔞

TWO:

I held Zee’s hand firmly, the warmth of her palm sending a familiar shiver down my spine as we stepped toward the pool rail. Water dripped slowly off my arm, creating a tiny trail that disappeared into the blue depths, much like how my heart was overflowing with a sudden rush of pleasure. Her eyes never left mine, sparkling under the night sky like the water’s surface. The air between us was heavy, charged with a tension we both understood.

As I climbed out of the pool, the cool night air hit my wet skin. I sat down on the smooth marble edge, feeling the weight of the water pulling at my long hair. My heart was pumping hard against my ribs—not because of the chill, but because of the raw, magnetic beauty of the woman standing before me. Zee emerged from the water like a siren from a legend. Her red bikini could barely hold her breasts as she crawled toward me on the slick tiles.

I couldn't hide how much I wanted her, My eyes followed every move she made, watching the way the moonlight danced across her damp skin. In a sudden burst of defiance and adrenaline, I reached behind my back and untied my bikini bra. I felt an immediate sense of freedom as the fabric fell away, leaving me bare. I tossed it aside, and it landed silently on the table. Without stopping, my fingers moved to my damp bikini bottoms, sliding them down until I was completely exposed to the night and to Zee.

Zee dropped to her knees between my legs, her breathing turning shallow. I dragged myself forward until the heat of my body was almost touching her.

"I want to eat your p***y," she whispered.

I smirked, feeling her desire fuel my own. As she leaned in closer, my mind suddenly fractured, drifting back to where this all began years ago in the high, cold halls of my father’s castle.

We had been "partners in crime" since we were kids. While my father, the Alpha King, and her father, Beta Roody, talked about pack business and politics, we were the rulers of the mansion. We spent our days running through hidden hallways and claiming secret corners of the garden as our own. But that childhood innocence had vanished on a rainy Saturday evening while we were sitting on my father’s couch alone, in the royal sitting room.

It started as a simple scroll through Netflix. We had found a movie called 'Her', but the film was something else—a story of raw, unfiltered passion between two women. As the screen filled with scenes of intense pleasure, the air in the room became thick and hard to breathe. I remembered asking Zee if she was enjoying the movie but she was in her own world. I looked over and saw her hand moving rhythmically inside her shorts, her eyes glazed over with a dark, heavy hunger.

"Can we go to my room? I don't want my father, his sentinels nor the castle servants to see us like this," I had whispered, my face feeling like it was on fire.

She hadn't said a word. She simply withdrew her hand, which was wet with the proof of how aroused she was. With a sly, knowing grin, she stood up and offered me that same hand; the one that had just been inside her clothes. It was an unspoken invitation. I slipped my palm into hers, and with a playful tug, she pulled me up. We ran upstairs to my bedroom, the anticipation making my head spin.

She set her phone on my table with the movie still playing. We tumbled onto my large, comfy bed, and Zee locked her eyes onto mine. We didn't need to speak, our eyes said everything. The only sound at that moment was the soft moaning of Samantha, the main character in the movie still looping from Zee's phone. I wanted to make the first move, but before I could, I felt Zee’s hand rubbing me hard through my clothes. She sat up, her hands pressing firmly on my waist as she pulled my skirt and pants down at the same time. My heart started pounding so hard that I thought it would burst, I felt a flash of shyness, but I wanted it more than anything.

"Can I do what Carie did to Samantha in the movie to you?" Zee asked, breaking the silence. I stayed silent for a moment, but deep down, I was dying to know what it felt like.

She didn't wait for me to say yes. She pinned my thighs, I could feel her tongue move, just like Carie's tongue in the movie. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she took a slow, deep drag up my c**t with her tongue, then down and up again, moving faster with every stroke. My vision started to blur.

"Oh!" I moaned, quickly covering my mouth with both hands to stay quiet. I felt a wave of shame because it felt like I was just copying the movie, but I quickly realized this was real. I couldn't stop the sounds coming from my throat, no matter how hard I tried to keep my hands over my mouth.

That memory bled back into the present as Zee’s tongue made that same slow, agonizing drag across me. I gasped, the sound echoing off the still water of the pool. Here I was the Alpha King's daughter, naked under the stars and being completely undone by the girl I loved.

Zee lifted my right leg and draped it over her shoulder, her eyes still fixed on mine. She began to nibble my c**t, before her tongue returned with a rhythmic, pulsing heat. I began to thrust my hips upward, desperate for the friction and the release that only she could give me.

"Yes, Zee... right there," I whimpered, my head falling back against the marble as I lost myself in the feeling.

Zee wasn't holding back at all. She was bold and focused, her tongue moving at an expert pace that sent waves of white-hot lightning through my core. I thrashed my head against the edge of the pool, seeing stars behind my eyelids. In a moment of pure, overwhelming sensation, my right hand flew to her head with my fingers locking deep into her damp hair.

"Zee... please!" I choked out. My grip on her hair tightened instinctively as I reached the very edge.

Zee let out a muffled sound of protest as the strength of my grip forced her to sit up. She looked up at me, her lips wet and glistening. Seeing me so completely broken and unraveled brought a triumphant spark to her eyes.

She broke into a low, breathless laugh, leaning back on her knees but staying close to me.

"Hey, are you trying to rip my hair out?" she teased, her voice sounding husky and deep. She brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, grinning because she knew exactly what she had done to me. "You're shaking, Ava! Tell me... how did that feel?"

I couldn't even find my voice to answer her. I just stared at her, feeling a mix of deep love and total exhaustion. I wanted to fire back a witty response, to reclaim my pride, but before I could say a single word, the playful atmosphere was shattered.

The silence of the night was pierced by a sound that shouldn't have been there, and I realized someone was watching.