𝐂𝐡𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟖

Feel it - Jacquees 🎵

We pulled into the driveway, and a sense of unease settled in my chest. Kamala had been silent the entire ride, which only made me more anxious. Was she upset with me? Mad at my answer? We were about to find out.

"Let's go," she said, stepping out and moving to my side. I followed, meeting her gaze—dark and intense, filled with an unsettling hunger. She clasped my hands in hers, and together, we walked toward the door at a steady pace.

We stepped inside, the house warm and inviting. Kamala set her purse down and slipped off her shoes, gesturing for me to do the same.

"Bedroom. Now," she commanded, her voice firm and cold.

I made my way to the bedroom without even bothering to argue. It was obvious she was furious, and I was caught right in the middle of it. The door slammed shut behind us with a loud thud. Feeling uneasy, I stepped further into the room and stood awkwardly by the bed.

Kamala walked in, silently removing her pearls and bracelets.

"On the bed. Now." That was all she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

I swallowed hard, sitting on the bed and crossing my legs. I had no idea what she had in mind, but one thing was certain—I was terrified.

"Allura?" She said, shouting from the bathroom.

"Y-yes?" I said, my voice trembling.

I froze as Kamala stepped out of the bathroom, my lips parting slightly in surprise. Her shirt was gone, leaving only an elegant white lace bra, while her skirt remained perfectly in place. Her hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders, framing her in a way that made it impossible to look away.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to maintain some semblance of composure—but of course, she noticed. Kamala always noticed.

"Oh no, there's no need for that," she murmured, stepping closer.

She reached for my hand, her touch firm yet deliberate.

"Allura, who do you belong to?"

"You, Kamala," I answered, my voice steady under the intensity of her gaze.

"Is that so, dear?" She said, with a tilt of her head studying me like a book.

"I mean it."

A low chuckle escaped her lips as she met my eyes again. "Oh, I know that. But I need you to know that. And I don't like seeing anyone else putting a smile on that pretty face of yours. You belong to me and no one else. Do you understand, sweet pea?"

Her voice was possessive, unwavering—sending a shiver down my spine.

I bit my lip, heat flooding through me at the way she spoke, the way she claimed me so effortlessly.

"I know you're a very smart girl and more than capable of speaking," she continued, tilting her head slightly. "But since you're choosing not to... I'll make you."

Kamala grasped my legs at the edge of the bed, pushing me backward with ease. As she lifted her skirt, my breath hitched at the sight of the sleek eight inch black harness beneath. My eyes widened instinctively—how was I supposed to handle all that?

A knowing smirk played on her lips as she tilted her head slightly.

"Don't go looking all shocked now," she teased, climbing onto the bed, positioning herself right in front of me.

The huge size of Kamala's bed made escape seem tempting, but I knew it would be pointless. Instead, I steeled myself, determined to take what was coming like the big girl I was. Her gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unwavering—the look of a predator sizing up its prey.

"Kamala, please. I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice laced with desperation.

"Please what, sweet pea?" she murmured, her fingers grazing along my inner thigh, sending a shiver through me. "I think it's time you remember exactly who you belong to."

Kamala's lips grazed my inner thighs, and instinctively, I parted them further, my body responding to her touch. Her hands trailed along my waist, slow and deliberate, sending shivers through me. With gentle but firm pressure, she pressed down on my stomach, guiding me to lie back. Soft kisses traced a path from my torso down to my thighs, her fingertips gliding over every inch of exposed skin. But she was teasing—she knew exactly where I needed her most, and yet, she took her time. The heat pooling inside me was becoming unbearable.

A single finger ran along the fabric of my panties, making me gasp.

"So warm and wet for me," Kamala murmured, her voice low and knowing. "It's a shame I have to ruin it." She placed a lingering kiss against the damp fabric, her words sending a shiver up my spine.

I looked down at her, utterly captivated. There was something both mesmerizing and dangerous in the way she gazed up at me, a hunger in her eyes that made my breath hitch. Without another word, her mouth found its way to my center, the warmth of her lips igniting a fire within me.

A wave of pleasure coursed through me, making my head fall back, my body caught between wanting to pull away and wanting more. Sensing it, Kamala tightened her grip on my hips, keeping me firmly in place. My fingers tangled in her silky hair as she continued her torment, her eyes never leaving mine.

A deep tremor ran through me, my body trembling as waves of pleasure threatened to consume me. Kamala's finger slipped inside me with ease, her mouth pulling away just as our eyes met.

"You're so beautiful like this, princess," she murmured, her voice laced with admiration and control.

She moved with precision, her fingers working in a steady rhythm, locking my hips in place as I instinctively matched her pace. My body followed her lead, grinding against her touch, the pressure building deep within me. The release I craved hovered just out of reach, tightening with every calculated movement.

But just as I teetered on the edge, my head falling back in surrender, the sensation vanished. Kamala's fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and aching. A desperate whimper escaped my lips at the sudden loss, my body longing for what had been cruelly taken away.

"Did you think you'd get to cum that easily, sweet pea? Without my permission?" Kamala's voice was calm but full of authority.

She rose from between my legs, settling her body above mine. With a deliberate motion, she brought her fingers to my mouth.

"Open," she instructed, her tone soft yet firm.

I gently pressed my lips around her fingers, savoring the sensation as Kamala watched with a look of approval.

"Good girl," she murmured, slowly withdrawing her fingers.

She grabbed both of my legs and spread them as she removed her skirt and adjusted the harness.

"Allura, don't run from me. You're going to be a good listener and take every inch of me."

I nodded quickly as I eyed the harness.

Kamala's demeanor shifted right in front of me. What did I do? There was no signs of her playing games and it only scared me more. She brought her lips to mine as our tongues found each other like they were meant. It was sloppy, deep, and passionate.

Pulling back slightly, Kamala moved with precision, her body aligning with mine as she took things slow to give me time to adjust. A soft moan escaped me, the sensation overwhelming but pleasurable. Once I had settled, Kamala picked up the pace, her movements steady and deliberate. The moans came without effort, each one a reflection of the pleasure building within me. I gripped Kamala's arm for support.

"Oh my go-"

Kamala tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

"So, you can talk, hm?" she mused, her hand coming to rest gently against my throat.

She lifted one of my legs, draping it over her shoulder while keeping steady eye contact. Between the intensity of her movements and the way she held my gaze, I knew I wouldn't last as long as I had thought.

Her stare was piercing—almost too much. I instinctively lowered my gaze, focusing on the harness instead, but Kamala was quick to correct me. She gripped my jaw, tilting my face back up.

"Look at me, Allura," she commanded, her hand still resting against my throat—not tight, just enough to make me aware of her presence. Her voice dropped lower, her tone dark with warning.

"If I ever see someone else touching you like that again..." Her words trailed off as her movements grew more intense. "I will ruin them."

With those words, she pressed in deeper, drawing a moan from my lips. Kamala nodded in approval as she took in my reaction. My legs instinctively parted wider, my body responding on its own.

"Mhm, that's it, princess," she murmured, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. "You're doing so well, taking it perfectly."

Her lips captured mine in a deep kiss as she maintained her steady rhythm. My hands instinctively gripped her waist, nails pressing into her skin, but if she felt the sting, she didn't show it.

With each movement, the tension coiled tighter within me, drawing me closer to the edge. My legs threatened to close, seeking relief, but Kamala held them firmly apart, refusing to let me shy away. Her scent surrounded me—fresh, clean, utterly intoxicating.

"You better not cum until I say so. I'm not fucking playing with you!" Kamala warned, her grip on my throat tightening just enough to make me shiver.

The way our bodies moved together, the way I felt myself unraveling—it was almost too much. And hearing Kamala curse, something so rare for her, only sent another wave of heat through me.

"Do you know what you do to me, Allura? Do you know the lengths that I would go to protect you?"

I could only respond with a breathless moan as Kamala's movements intensified, each thrust stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into her arm, gripping tighter as the pressure inside me built to an unbearable peak.

"K-Kamala," I said, stuttering over my words. I stammered, my voice trembling with desperation. "Please... may I cum?" The plea was evident in every syllable.

She smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, since you asked so nicely, princess..." Her voice lingered for a moment before dropping into something darker.

"No." She said firmly.

I blinked in disbelief, my breath hitching. "W-what?" I stammered, completely caught off guard by her response.

"Did I stutter? You don't cum unless I say so."

She pressed in fully, pushing the harness as deep as it could go. A sharp gasp escaped me as I clung to Kamala, my body trembling from the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure was almost unbearable, my need for release growing desperate. A dizzying warmth spread through me, and before I knew it, tears welled in my eyes.

Noticing, Kamala gently wiped away a stray tear that traced down my cheek.

"Aww, don't cry, princess," she cooed, her voice laced with both amusement and reassurance. "I've got you."

She cupped my chin, lifting it until our eyes met.

"Open," she instructed.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, parting my lips just in time to catch the drop of warmth from hers. She closed my mouth with a soft kiss before murmuring,

"Swallow, dear."

With a few more deliberate strokes, Kamala's voice cut through the haze.

"Cum, princess." she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before her hand returned to my throat.

The moment those words left her lips, I unraveled completely, releasing everything I had been holding back. I took a moment to steady my breath as Kamala's hand traced gentle circles over my stomach, grounding me as I came down from my high.

"That's it, babygirl," she murmured. "Take your time."

Just as I began to come down from my high, Kamala pushed back inside with a firm, deliberate motion. A sharp gasp left my lips as I instinctively gripped her waist, trying to steady myself against the overwhelming sensation. A loud moan escaped before I could stop it.

"I—I can't take it," I pleaded, my voice trembling.

Kamala's gaze burned with unshaken determination, that same hunger glinting in her eyes. "Yes, you can. You've been so good for me, taking everything I give you. You're not giving up now. I know there's more in you—can you do that for me, princess?"

A shiver ran down my spine as I bit my lip. "Yes, mommy," I whispered.

"Good girl," she murmured as she slowly withdrew. "On your knees."

I got on my knees when I felt Kamala's hand gently push my head into the mattress. A warm sensation filled my center as I gripped the sheets for support.

"You taste so sweet. I never get tired of it."

Kamala's touch was electrifying, as if she knew exactly how to draw me in. Her hands moved over my body with such care, it felt like a deeper bond was forming between us.

The harness teased at my entrance, its rhythm steady and unyielding. "You're dripping, Allura."

"It's because of you, Kamala," I murmured, glancing over my shoulder.

"That's what makes it so much better, princess," Kamala said, her voice steady. "Knowing I can get you this worked up."

As she spoke, I felt the sudden, intense pressure of the harness making its way inside.

My fingers whitened from gripping the sheets so tightly. "God," I muttered, pressing my face into the mattress.

Kamala's hold on my waist tightened, anchoring me in place.

"That's it, princess. Call on him. You're gonna need it," she murmured as her pace quickened, but remained steady.

It wasn't long before the pressure built up again, my release creeping closer with every calculated movement. Kamala's strokes were dangerously precise, pushing me further toward the edge. The room was filled with the unmistakable sound of our bodies meeting.

"Kamala..." my voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "I'm about to cum again."

She let out a low, teasing laugh. "What did I say earlier about that, hmm?"

Before I could respond, a sharp smack landed against my skin, making me gasp.

"Not until I say so," she warned. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice before letting someone else put their hands on you."

Tears threatened to spill again as I lay there, taking everything she gave me. God, she was unbelievably good at this. My legs trembled, and my grip on the sheets tightened. I shivered as Kamala's warm breath ghosted over my ear, her presence drawing even closer.

"Cum, princess. Let it out."

I obeyed, my body trembling under her touch. The release was unlike anything I had ever felt before. As I lay there, breathless, Kamala gently stroked my back before settling beside me. She pressed soft, lingering kisses across my face, her touch soothing and tender.

"You did so well for me, Allura," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "I love you so much. Do you know that?"

She lay beside me, wrapping her arm around my waist, holding me close.

"I know," I whispered, pressing my lips to hers. A small smile played on my lips as I added, "But I love you more—duh."

Kamala smiled. Cupping my face and looking at me in awe.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, quickly covering my face as warmth crept across my cheeks.

Kamala gently pulled my hand away, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Don't pretend you don't like it. I'm just admiring your beautiful face."

Kamala's face brightened. "How about a bubble bath?"

I sat up instantly, nuzzling my nose against hers. "Yes, please."

She laced her fingers with mine as she got up.

"Bubble bath it is. Come on, princess."

Play that song while you reading btw :P