The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 33

The cold air hits me. I take a shaky breath, closing my eyes for a second longer, and then look up at the ceiling. She stares at my exposed privates. Her hands slide up to the dip of my v, the tips of her fingers cold against my sensitive skin. My breathing gets heavier the closer she gets to my slit. I wish I knew what she was thinking. The silence and the anticipation makes it hard for me to continue breathing. My chest feels heavy, like I’m about to pass out. And I wonder what she sees when she’s looking at me. Is she put off or does she want me?

I look down. My curiosity has gotten the best of me. 

My mound is covered in sleek curly dark hair. Her face is inches away. She’s hiked her dress up above her thighs. Her garter belt holding up her pantyhose are pulled tight around her thick thighs. She licks her lips.

Then, her cold fingers pull the lips of my p***y open. I jolt as a gust of cold wind brushes over my c**t. A small smile curves onto her mouth. She leans forward and blows on my exposed cunt.

My walls retract, squeezing down on the empty air. I swallow down the saliva pooling in my mouth. There are no words. My thoughts spiral through how good she looks on her knees and how much I want her mouth on me. But I know not to command her. She’s the one in control. She holds everything over me.

I shake with how much I like that. 

Her eyes flicker up at me.

“Hold yourself open for me.”

My hands clench by my side. She just stares at me. Waiting. Her look turns cold.

She slaps my thigh and I let out a sharp yelp.

“Now.”

I throw caution to the wind. My fingers spread my lips open, giving her a clear view of all of me. Her hands fall away, but they don’t leave my legs. She grabs onto my hips, steadying me as I almost sway back. 

Her face softens a bit. “You’re doing so good.”

That should make me angry. She’s patronizing me. But I don’t have the strength to find the anger. I just want to get lost in this feeling. Weakness, it doesn’t sound like the right word for this. Submission makes it sound like I want this. This is only a mean to an end. Whatever she’s doing to me isn’t something I ever asked for, but I can’t just say no to it. My body wants it and I don’t know if it’s something that I want to welcome.

When our eyes meet, I think that I might become addicted to her. She’s probably the last person that I would ever think about doing this with, but I can’t picture doing this without her. 

Obsession is a strong word. Why does it feel like it’s not enough?

Amelia hums. The sound shakes me out of the slight daydream. 

“So pretty and pink,” she said while staring down at me. If even possible, I blush harder. 

She presses a finger to my c**t. 

“Oh, f**k…”

My leg jerks out at the sudden touch. It’s so intense that I almost lose my footing. She moves her hands to my ass and grabs on hard. 

“That’s good, Julie. Keep still for me.” 

I grit my teeth. Actually, I don’t think I can do this. She keeps saying those types of things and it feels like she’s teasing me. Making fun of how easy it is to control me. 

But I keep myself open for her. 

“Play with yourself.”

The color drains from my face. “What?”

She’s serious. She raises a brow and tilts her head. “I said play with yourself. Your p***y. Cunt. I want to see it.”

When I don’t move, the cold look turns to confusion. “You’re okay with baring yourself to me, but you cross the line at touching yourself?”

I turn my head to the side. It doesn’t hide me from her heated gaze. I wish I’d run out of the bathroom the moment she’d walked in. Curse my body and curse my need to know all about everything.

“It’s…embarrassing.”

The grin stretched even further on her lips. “Julie…”

She leaned forward. I held my breath as she met my eyes and didn’t look away. She stuck out her tongue and swiped a lick on my c**t and the underside of my hood. I let out a tiny gasp, hips rocking toward the wet hit. A whine came from the back of my throat. The moan, a mix of agony and white pleasure, didn’t sound at all like me. It sounded like something from a porn video. 

She pulled back. “Do it.”

The pads of my fingers inched close to the warm wetness of my p***y. My mouth dropped open as I pressed them against my c**t. 

“Good,” she said, hands smoothing over my ass and the tops of my thighs. I bit my lip as I rubbed over my c**t, my juices from my aching hole making the slide so much better. 

She was all around me. Her warm breath, her hands on my ass, and her burning gaze. I couldn’t run away from it and couldn’t pretend she wasn’t there. Being watched made me want to hide, but also made me want something inside me so bad. 

She slapped my ass. I jumped at the hit and squirmed to get away from her hold. She pulled me in closer.

“f**k your finger inside.”

I grit my teeth, glaring down at her as I slide the tip of my finger to my hole. There’s a slight burn as I push to the second knuckle. It’s been a while since I stuck anything up there. I stop close to the third knuckle.

I shake my head. Sweat makes my hair stick to my forehead and temples.

“There’s no—I can’t.” I whine as I try to push the finger in further. The stretch is almost too much for me. I clench my jaw as a jolt of pain hits me and I go to pull my finger out.

Amelia stops me, putting her hand on my own. Before I can tell her to stop, she forces my fingers all the way inside me. 

“Ah!”

The tip grazes something rigid. With my free hand, I grab onto her shoulder so that I don’t fall over. My mouth drops open once more, lower, as I stare at the wall. A gush of slick coats my entire hand. My thighs tremble as my hips move slowly on their own.