Vicki gave her a few moments to recover, then she leaned down and kissed April, stealing the breath from her lungs. She could taste her own arousal on Vicki’s lips.
“Now you’re going to do something for me,” Vicki said.
Vicki guided April off the bench and drew her to the side of the bed. April’s legs felt loose, and her ass ached, a satisfying, invigorating ache. Vicki stripped off April’s dress and bra, then removed her own clothes piece by piece.
When Vicki was left in nothing but a pair of black panties, she pointed to them and issued April a command. “Take these off for me,” she said. “Without using your hands.”
April blinked. How was she supposed to do that?
Oh. Oh.
Once again, the two parts of April—the part that wanted to resist, and the part that wanted to obey—were warring inside. She fixed her eyes on Vicki’s. She would follow Vicki’s instructions. But she wouldn’t let Vicki know how much this was making her weak.
Slowly and deliberately, April got down on her knees. She leaned in and bit the waistband at the side of Vicki’s panties, tugging them downward, then did the same on the other side. She worked them down Vicki’s hips painstakingly, ignoring the fact that Vicki’s pussy was right in front of her face. Finally, she had the panties past the swell of Vicki’s hips, and she drew them down until they fell to the floor.
April stared up at Vicki, taking in her body in all its glory. It was the first time she’d seen Vicki completely naked, and she liked what she saw. Vicki’s body was slender and toned, and she could see the faint outlines of her muscles underneath her skin. Her small nipples were barely a shade darker than her pale breasts, and at the apex of her thighs, her lips were covered in pale downy hair which glistened with moisture.
Vicki pushed her panties aside with her foot, then sat down at the very edge of the bed. “I’m going to let you show me how much you want to be my submissive. Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you want to please me,” she said. “Once again, without using your hands.”
This instruction was much easier for April to understand. She buried herself between Vicki’s legs as Vicki had done to her minutes ago, the woman’s heady scent enveloping her. She feathered her lips along Vicki’s thigh, kissing the silky skin there, until she reached her prize. She slipped her tongue into Vicki’s slit, savoring her taste. A satisfied groan emerged from Vicki’s lips.
April smiled. Vicki might be the one calling the shots, but right now, April had the power to make her fall apart. And April was determined to exert this little sliver of control. She took her time, swirling her tongue over every inch of Vicki’s pink folds before finally settling her lips on Vicki’s clit.
Vicki shuddered, her face contorting in ecstasy. She threw her legs over April’s shoulders and grabbed the back of April’s head, pulling her in. Her rapturous cries only spurred April on. Soon, April felt Vicki’s body tense.
“Fuck!” Vicki arched out, her hands leaving April’s head to grip the edge of the bed. She bucked against April, her thighs hugging April’s face.
Then she let out a breath and toppled backward onto the bed.
Afterward, April lay on her stomach in the bed, lost in a daze. Vicki had spent the last few minutes kissing April’s raw, red ass cheeks, soothing them with her lips. Murmurs rose from April’s chest. It felt heavenly. Was this part of what it meant to be Vicki’s submissive? If it was, April could get used to this.
Vicki slid back up the bed to lie next to her. “How was that?” she asked.
“Good,” April said.
“Just good? Is that all?”
“Fine, it was incredible.”
“You know,” Vicki said, “it would be easier for both of us if you would just obey me from the start.”
April smiled. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Vicki shook her head. “You’re impossible.”
“Someone has to keep you on your toes.”
As the silence stretched out, April came back down to earth, and she began to remember why she had come to see Vicki in the first place. She had to make sure Vicki knew how serious she was about the library.
April propped herself up on her elbows. “So, about the library.”
Vicki groaned. “Do we have to talk about that now? Can’t it wait until the meeting?”
“We’re here anyway so we might as discuss it. It’s important to me.”
“Okay. What do you want to discuss?”
“I want to talk about how we can keep the library open. The community needs the resources it provides-”