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“No, you can stay there,” Rozanova said from where she was reclining in the armchair at the foot of the bed. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that Shane could feel her eyes on her like a brand.
“Here?” Shane said, trying not to let it come out as a squeak as she fought to balance on her toes, one leg on either side of the footboard of the bed. She was naked, trying to straddle it. It was some kind of dark, polished wood, and slightly too tall in the middle for her to comfortably rest her weight against it while she was--
She did squeak this time as she slipped a little, all her weight coming down on the wood between her legs. If she strained she could sort of balance one knee on the bed itself, but it was easier if she just slid forward, to where the footboard curved down and wasn’t as tall. She would be able to brace her legs properly on the floor then, so she wouldn’t have to cling quite so desperately to the polished bedknob she was threatening to topple into. Rozanova probably wouldn’t mind if she took some of the pressure off too, right? The wood was so cold and hard pressed tightly up against her clit, her labia spread wide around it.
Shane leaned forward as subtly as she could, but Rozanova was watching her closely, and her voice cracked like a whip when she said, “I didn’t tell you to move, sweetheart.”
She didn’t say sweetheart nice though, she said it like she was saying slut.
Shane froze, knees tightening instinctively around the footboard as she tried to squirm away from the pressure. “It’s really, uh, Rozanova,” she tried but had to break off with a little whine. It was so much.
She started again. “It hurts when I stand here in the middle, because I have to rest my whole weight on my, um,” Shane said, watching Rozanova watch her. Her face didn’t look very sympathetic.
She didn’t say anything.
“On my—” Shane tried again but had to break off, looking at her pleadingly. Her mother had always told her that referring to her private area like Rozanova wanted her to was vulgar and it still made her blush every time she tried.
“Go on,” said Rozanova, still watching her intently. Shane could feel herself blushing, could see Rozanova tracking the flush down her neck.
“On my pussy,” she whispered, hands clenching into fists for a second on the bedknob. “It hurts my pussy when I put pressure on it like this.”
“And this is problem because…?” Rozanova said, enunciating slowly, like she was speaking to a small child. Her face was cool and impassive but Shane could feel the satisfaction fucking radiating off of her. She sat back and took another long sip of her drink.
Shane gritted her teeth. She could feel the sensitive skin of her vulva starting to get all pink and puffy, like it did the last time, after Rozanova had played with her for a while. But tonight she hadn’t touched Shane at all after she got here, just beckoned to her across the room and gestured towards the bed with the hand holding a glass full of what Shane knew must be vodka.
Rozanova had told her, “Sit. Take your clothes off. I want to see,” and had only spoken again once Shane was naked and trying to sit at the head of the bed. “Not on the bed. Here,” she’d said, nodding towards the wooden footboard at the other end of the bed.
“Are you serious?” Shane’d asked, but Rozanova had been, and had been even more serious when she corrected her again.
“Not like that. Like sitting on horse,” Rozanova had said when Shane had tried to perch on the footrest with her bum hanging off the other side of the narrow rounded wooden ledge.
And here they were.
“It’s a problem because it hurts, Rozanova,” Shane said, wishing she were an inch taller. She was really starting to throb, pulsing between her legs along with the thumping of her heart.
“That’s not a problem,” said Rozanova, shrugging and settling back in her chair.
Shane was about to inform her just how much of a problem it was when Rozanova stood up and walked towards Shane, stopping near enough for Shane to feel her breath on her face. She shivered and leaned up like she was going to be kissed.
Rozanova didn’t kiss her.
She leaned in close, though, and Shane thought this was it, she was finally going to be touched tonight, but Rozanova just reached around her. Her finger dragged through what Shane saw, craning around to look over her shoulder, was—
Shane turned back around abruptly, blushing worse than ever.
Rozanova was watching her intently, gently rubbing two fingers together like she was testing the consistency of what was drying on her hands. She’d dragged her fingers through the trail of wetness Shane had left behind her, dripping down either side of the ledge. She brought them to her face and, fuck, inhaled deeply looking pleased. Then, holding Shane’s gaze coolly, she sucked them into her mouth. Shane could see her tongue moving around her fingers. Her cheeks hollowed around them.
Shane shivered all over again, feeling her nipples tighten in the cold air. Fuck Rozanova and the high horse she rode in on, except…
“Back up, in middle,” Rozanova said, smug, as she returned to her seat.
Shane struggled with herself for a moment then complied, reaching behind herself and squirming her way back to the center of the footrest. It hurt less this time, because her own wetness was easing the way for her, so all she felt was increasing pressure on her labia and clit, until she was almost panting with it.
“Good girl,” Rozanova purred, and Shane clenched around nothing, a pulse of heat driving through her like it always did when Rozanova said that. “You can move your hips. Is good,” Rozanova said, encouragingly, and watched with satisfaction as Shane obeyed, hips moving hesitantly.
Shane couldn’t imagine what she looked like. Like some kind of—well. That was not a kind word to use about herself, probably.
“Now, your tits. I want you to touch them,” Rozanova continued, sipping her vodka again, body loose and relaxed in her armchair, legs spread obscenely wide. She’d worn a stylishly loose suit to the Awards, nothing like Shane’s stuffy structured dress, which her mother had reassured her was modest without being frumpy. Now Shane’s dress was slung as neatly as it could be over the back of the desk chair, and her panties were stuffed into Rozanova’s pocket, forgotten for the moment. She had felt daring when she threw them across the room at Rozanova, but really the joke was on her. Rozanova had just smirked and brought them to her face, holding eye contact while she inhaled deeply. Shane had choked on nothing and had to cough a few times just to get the feeling out of her throat.
Now, Shane did as she was told. It always felt good when she did what Rozanova told her. Eventually.
She started by cupping her right breast in one hand, still hunched forward trying to steady herself on the bedknob, but immediately tightened her grip, squeezing herself harshly like Rozanova did when she was playing with her. She did the same with her other breast, then pinched her nipple, hard, rolling it roughly between her fingertips. She used the moisturizer her mother bought her with the dimethicone in it, but her hands were still rough in places, and she shivered when her calluses caught on her sensitive skin.
She continued to manhandle herself for a few minutes, alternating hands and breasts, until her nipples were puffy and sore and she was trembling worse than ever against the wood. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Rozanova did it, but she could still feel where she was dripping down both sides of the footboard.
Rozanova was still watching, eyes glinting in the low light. Her right had had fallen between her legs, where she was idly touching—
Shane did a double take, and without thinking sat up straight, causing herself to yelp and fall sideways before she caught herself, panting. She still hadn’t turned away from Rozanova though, fixated on what looked like a penis stretching out the crotch of Rozanova’s exquisitely tailored suit, pulling the fabric tight and obscene.
But she’d eaten Rozanova’s pussy before, she knew she didn’t have--
Rozanova cupped it in her hands, bringing the bulge into sharp relief, and Shane gulped. It looked big. Her thing at home wasn’t as big as that.
“What’s that?” Shane said, stupidly, still clinging to the wooden footboard for dear life. Her pussy was starting to throb.
Rozanova tilted her head and grinned, fingers wrapped as far around the shaft as would fit. “My cock?” she asked, waggling it like it was saying hi to Shane.
Shane couldn’t process that. She was still stuck on my cock? when Rozanova took pity on her for once and stood, shucking her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her (also exquisitely expensive) bra and what looked like, wow. Shane gulped. Maybe a garter set? It wrapped around her waist and dripped down her legs, ending in things that wrapped ornamentally around both thighs. Wow.
Blouse was off and Rozanova just stood there half naked for a second, watching Shane watch her, before she finally started unbuttoning her trousers. They didn’t zip, but had a neat and delicate little row of buttons, which piece by piece revealed something dark and metallic toned. It almost seemed to glisten in the light. It was vaguely shaped like a cock, Shane thought. Maybe aliens had cocks like that.
It looked obscene, too many inches of dark grey silicone with veins running down its length, which bulged out strangely at seemingly random intervals, and got thicker the closer it got to the base.
Rozanova posed like a model, tilting her hips so the thing spilled out of her open trousers and she could grasp it properly. Her fingers didn’t close around it.
“Don’t ask me what this is, Hollander,” Rozanova said softly, jerking herself off slowly. Shane couldn’t look away, even as she continued to tip further to the side, closer to Rozanova.
This didn’t escape her notice, and she caught Shane under both arms, preventing the Voyageurs from losing their star centre to an ignominiously broken nose. Shane probably should have been grateful but she couldn’t quite think through the slight buzzing that filled her ears. When she got like this it was like the whole world narrowed to just her in her body, sensitivity increasing many-fold so she could adequately notice all the many and varied ways Rozanova made her lose her mind.
Rozanova dragged her off the bed, supporting almost all her weight in her arms when Shane’s legs wobbled dangerously. Finally she compromised by letting Shane sink to her knees at her feet. The throw blanket from the foot of the bed was already laid out there, cushioning Shane’s knees.
“You want it?” Rozanova said, almost gently, hand carding through her hair while Shane looked up at her imploringly, tears in her eyes but not fallen. “You should take it, if you want it.”
Shane couldn’t help herself this time. She swayed forward and buried her face in Rozanova’s groin, inhaling greedily.
Her mouth felt wet, and the embarrassment of realizing she was fucking drooling shocked her out of that cotton candy headspace. She went to pull away, sure Rozanova must be grossed out by her, but quick as lightning Rozanova grabbed her by the hair and shook her. Not hard, but enough that it jarred Shane stupid again.
She held her down, face pressed tight to the side of her cock, letting Shane pant, open mouthed, into the hair and skin there. Rozanova still didn’t shave, or wax, and hadn’t showered since before the Awards, because Shane could smell her, salty and pungent, and—
Wet. Shane opened her mouth, tongue darting out desperately like she could trace that smell to its origin, even though several straps prevented her from getting near her goal. As did Rozanova’s abruptly tightening fist in her hair, pulling her away so they could make eye contact.
She shook her again, not mean but like you’d take control of a dog on a leash. “Did not tell you to move. Relax your fucking shoulders, Hollander,” she said, shaking her again, harder; this time it worked.
Shane’s shoulders dropped from where they’d been up around her ears, tensed up like she was waiting to be scolded. She swayed forward again, this time because her hips didn’t feel quite as steady without the wound-tight tension locking them in place. She sat back on her heels, letting Rozanova’s hold on her hair tilt her face so she was looking up at her.
“Good girl,” Rozanova said again, and this time Shane did moan into one of the straps covering her hip, open mouthed and hungry against the rough nylon. Her lips bumped the base of the dildo and she whined high in her throat.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” Rozanova asked, gripping the base of her cock in her other hand and smearing the tip across Shane’s lips, gathering some of the wetness that still lingered. She smacked Shane’s cheek with it, not hard, but enough to startle her. “You ever let someone inside this hole?” she asked.
When Shane didn’t answer, Rozanova smacked her again, the other cheek this time and harder, making Shane’s mouth drop open stupidly.
“Well?” She asked, and this time Shane did answer. It was an easy question.
“No,” she said. She’d never done anything like this before.
Rozanova smiled, triumphant, and smeared her cock across Shane’s mouth again, this time saying, “Open your mouth.”
Shane obeyed, and she immediately followed up with, “Tongue out,” so Shane stuck her tongue out, wet and pink for Rozanova to examine.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Rozanova said, and rested her cock on Shane’s tongue, rubbing it over the flat of it. Not in her mouth yet, but Shane knew what you were supposed to do with a cock from hearing other girls talk about it, and leaned forward to engulf the tip in her mouth.
Tried to. Rozanova pulled her away harshly and shook her again, this time reaching down to pinch her nipple, hard and cruel. Shane tried to pull away but Rozanova moved with her, digging her nails in just a little. Shane could feel tears welling in her eyes, but she could also feel her pussy starting to pulse like it did when she was close to coming, the feeling building up inside her the longer Rozanova hurt her.
She was close, babbling about it half-consciously when Rozanova pulled away, Shane’s orgasm receding sadly just before she was about to peak.
Rozanova pulled her back up from where she’d been slumped over, thighs trembling. “Don’t do nothing until I tell you, da?” she said, the hand that had been pinching Shane now caressing her lips, pushing into her mouth just a little. Shane drooled. “Just take it for me like good girl.”
Shane wanted Rozanova’s fingers deeper in her mouth, deep enough to feel them on the back of her tongue, pushing against her gag reflex at the back of her throat, but she didn’t move again, content to let Rozanova idly finger her mouth like it was her pussy. Her hands were clasped loosely in her lap, not reaching. She wanted it so bad she could die but Rozanova was in charge. She would decide when to let Shane have it, and then she’d give it to her, perfectly. Like she always did.
“You feeling good, baby? Was the pinching okay?” Rozanova said, tracing around Shane’s bottom teeth with her thumb.
“Yeah,” Shane mumbled around her finger. “Was good.”
Good might have been an understatement, but it was a weakness Rozanova had been exploiting almost since the first time they hooked up, already a well-trodden path for them.
“Good, baby,” Rozanova said, and Shane felt her eyes drift shut. She would have been purring if she were a cat.
Rozanova leaned down and kissed her hard, her thumb holding Shane’s mouth open for her to lick into, tongue first. Shane moaned weakly into Rozanova’s mouth, not even trying to kiss back, just holding still and letting her tongue-fuck her like she did her pussy.
Rozanova pulled away but didn’t give her enough time for her spit to dry on Shane’s tongue. She used the grip she had on Shane’s jaw to pull her open mouth right onto her strap.
She fucked in slowly, giving Shane a second to adjust to having something that big stretching her wide.
“I will be patient, since this is your first time,” she said, then, “Yeah, baby. Suck on it,” so Shane did, tongue getting used to the nothing taste of silicone. “I'll be patient, since this hole is still virgin. Never been used before,” she reiterated, fucking a little deeper into Shane’s mouth. “But I won’t be gentle. That's okay with you?”
Shane hadn’t been expecting anything else, frankly. She’d never thought of virginity as something your mouth could have, but now it was hard to imagine it as anything else. She certainly felt like Rozanova was breaking her open, making space for herself inside Shane that had never existed before.
She nodded, eyes watering still and mouth too full to beg, even if she felt like it. She tried anyway.
“Please,” Shane slurred, and then again in case she’d been too quiet and Rozanova hadn’t heard her. She didn’t even really know what she was begging for. Something. Anything. Her mouth was leaking like her pussy, wet and thick around Rozanova. “Please, please, please—”
Rozanova swore in Russian and shoved her cock in Shane’s mouth, hips stuttering forward like she hadn’t meant to.
Shane gagged immediately, rearing back. Or trying to.
Rozanova’s hand was firm in her hair, holding Shane with her cockhead wedged firmly up against her soft palate, close enough to trigger the reflex, but not enough to touch the inside of her throat. She waited for a second for Shane to get her bearings, then fucked in again, deliberately this time.
Shane tried to open her mouth wider, but Rozanova’s cock only got bigger the further down she went. Thank god it was silicone and she didn’t have to worry about her teeth, because she could barely focus on not choking, let alone anything else.
Rozanova pulled her head down, then back up, until Shane got the hang of it and she could move on her own. Rozanova let go of her for a second, Shane still knelt in front of her, bobbing her head like she was servicing her. Which, Shane realized, she was.
The sound of it was loud in the air, wet and nasty and exactly like something out of the worst kinds of porn.
She looked up then, and saw Rozanova with one hand behind her head, lazy, while the other played with her nipple through her sheer pretty little bra.
Shane’s breasts were uncovered, nipples hard and still sore while spit dripped down to cover them from where Rozanova was stretching her mouth wide. Shane readjusted her arms so they pushed her breasts out a little. She wanted Rozanova to look at them.
Predictably, that’s exactly where Rozanova’s eyes went, glittering, and she said, “Play with your tits. Come on, I can’t reach,” even though she definitely could. She always made Shane do it herself though, because she knew how much it embarrassed and turned Shane on to act like Rozanova’s personal porn.
Shane did, groaning around Rozanova’s cock, attention split between her sensitive breasts and the warm, full feeling of Rozanova in her mouth. She tried to do both, but it was like rubbing her tummy and patting her head at the same time. Except she was so horny her eyes wanted to cross and she was so slick between her legs she could feel it every time she shifted on her knees.
Rozanova took pity on her and grabbed her hair again, this time tugging it out of its ponytail so she could really get a good handful, like she knew Shane liked.
Shane moaned gratefully as Rozanova began to fuck in and out of her mouth, letting herself go limp so she could focus on obeying the other half of her orders. Rozanova used her mouth like a toy, like something warm and wet that's only purpose was to make her feel good.
Shane was caught up in the sensations, barely paying attention, when Rozanova said, “Relax your throat. I’m going to fuck it,” and thrust in further, slamming truly against the back of her throat.
Shane’s eyes flew open and she coughed, throat spasming around Rozanova, who didn’t pull out all the way. Only enough for Shane to get her breathing sort of under control before she rammed back in, inexorable.
The cycle continued for a minute or so before Shane figured out what she meant by relax your throat and suddenly she wasn’t gagging so hard.
It was actually starting to feel kind of good? Like there was an itch at the back of Shane’s throat that Rozanova’s cock was finally going to scratch, after living her whole life without.
Rozanova grinned down at her, or Shane thought she might have, through the tears welling in her eyes, and fucked in deeper, head of her cock not stopping at the entrance of her throat this time.
“I’m going to pop your cherry now, Hollander,” Rozanova said, ruthlessly, and then fucked in properly. Shane could have sworn she heard a ‘pop’ as her cockhead forced its way in, the soft silicone bending to squeeze itself into the tighter space of her throat.
Shane’s eyes went wide and she tried to cough but couldn’t, throat packed too full as Rozanova slid slowly but relentlessly down her esophagus. Shane had been right. It felt like there was a spot, somewhere behind her vocal cords, that made her eyes cross and her pussy drip when Rozanova thrust in just right. But that was stupid. It wasn’t like Shane had a g-spot in her throat.
It felt like she did, though, and Shane whined, anxious, as Rozanova pulled out to let Shane breathe, panting. And then she shoved back in.
“Swallow, yes, good girl. Swallow, it feels better,” Rozanova said, breathless, looking down at Shane like she was something priceless, when all Shane could be right now was messy, red-faced and sloppy with spit, mouth too full to even speak. She didn’t know if Rozanova meant it would feel better for her, or for Shane.
Shane did it anyway, because Rozanova asked her to, and it did feel better, Adam’s apple dragging over one of the bulges gripped in her throat. It felt really fucking good, her throat going even tighter for a second, clicking as Rozanova’s cock pressed up against whatever spot made Shane’s brain shut off.
Rozanova moaned too, hips jerking again, and when Shane opened her eyes she saw, through the tears, that Rozanova had some sort of pad on the base of her cock, and her clit must have been pressing right up against it. She rocked forward again, grinding into Shane’s mouth like her cock was down Shane’s throat just to give her something to rub off against, like a pillow, or someone’s leg.
Rozanova pulled out again to let Shane breathe, all the way this time and pressed Shane’s head to the crease of her thigh, letting her get her breath back with her nose full of the smell of Rozanova’s pussy.
Shane didn’t realize she was tonguing the base of her cock until she heard a huff of laughter from above her and Rozanova guided her head a little straighter, so she could drag her cock across her lips, other hand cupping it against Shane’s face. Moving her head like an object, something inanimate without thoughts or feelings.
Shane shuddered, abruptly aware of how hot she was for it, and how little it would take for her to come right now. She wasn’t the kind of girl who could come and just keep going, not like Rozanova who was so ravenous for it she barely paused between orgasms. When Shane came, she was done for the next half hour. Fifteen minutes. Sometimes ten if Rozanova tried hard enough. But she wanted it now, selfishly, while Rozanova slapped her again with her cock, jarring any complex thoughts right out of her head. Her ears were ringing again, eyes half lidded. Her hips were hunching beneath her, without any input from her brain, and somehow she just couldn’t make herself stop.
Rozanova laughed, pulling her away from her cock. “Do you want to come, baby?” she asked, not really a question. She knew the answer already, could read it right from Shane’s body. “Yeah, you’ve been good.”
She stepped into the vee of Shane’s legs, where she’d sunk back on her heels, and let one of her bare legs slot right there, right where Shane was already pink and wet and puffy from having to rub herself off on the wooden bed frame.
The touch wasn’t gentle, and made Shane lurch forward, panting again, because it was almost too intense to be called pleasurable. Her pussy felt bruised, tender and sensitive pressed up against Rozanova’s leg. Her leg that she clearly hadn’t shaved in quite some time. Her regrowth was almost soft instead of prickly like Shane’s was when she went more than a few days without shaving.
It was so much, but Shane couldn’t help it. She started to move her hips before she’d even thought, dragging her hot, wet cunt against Rozanova’s leg, drenching it. It was embarrassing, the noises that she made. It almost sounded like the thick, wet sounds of her throat getting fucked.
“Yeah, baby girl. Just like that,” Rozanova said soothingly, petting through Shane’s hair and pushing it back from her face. Her eyes glinted. “But I’m being generous. Good girl got to do something for me to say thank you for getting my leg so dirty,” she continued, tugging Shane’s head back so she was looking up at Rozanova, her blonde hair wild where she’d been pulling it and lips bitten red. “Open your mouth, baby.”
Shane did it involuntarily, mouth dropping open and tongue poking out over her bottom lip, hips still rubbing against Rozanova’s leg. No hesitation at all.
“Slut,” Rozanova said fondly, and spit in Shane’s mouth.
The wet glob of it landed heavily on Shane’s tongue, some of it spilling over onto her face, and she swallowed, compulsively, feeling it slide over her tongue and down the back of her sensitive throat. Shane felt like her brain stuttered, whiting out for one long moment. When she came back Rozanova was thumbing what had spilled back into her mouth, rough.
“Swallow,” she said, and Shane did, sticking out her tongue when she was done to show Rozanova.
“Fuuuuuck, baby girl. Again?”
Shane nodded like a bobblehead, head wobbling on a weak neck in her enthusiasm. She’d never felt this way before, and she was starting to feel kind of itchy, in her throat. Like she had after Rozanova pulled out for the first time. Like she needed Rozanova’s cock back inside her, to soothe the ache away, scratch that itch.
“You want?” Rozanova said, strained now. “Does my little slut want me to spit in her mouth?”
“Please,” Shane said, mouth watering as she begged. “Rozanova, please—”
Rozanova swore in Russian and spat, landing dead center against Shane’s tongue, and didn’t wait for Shane to swallow this time, bending down and licking into her mouth, eating it back out of her, then spitting again.
“Swallow,” she said, fingers digging into Shane’s jaw, but Shane had already done it and Rozanova swore again.
She shoved her cock back in Shane’s mouth.
It felt fucking good. Shane was pretty sure people weren’t supposed to like it this much. But she did, letting her body hang loose between the tight grip Rozanova had on her hair, and her hips, still moving against Rozanova’s leg.
One hand drifted down to Shane’s throat, and Rozanova swept her thumb over it, cautiously at first, then harder, moaning and massaging it.
Like she could feel the bulge of her own cock through Shane’s throat.
“Take it, fucking gorgeous,” Rozanova snarled, pushing in deeper for a fraction of a second and then pulling out so Shane could breathe. She shoved back in impatiently, forcing Shane’s throat open again and grabbing her head with both hands now. “Take it all, take it, take it, take it--”
Shane took it, throat relaxed enough for Rozanova to slide in, finally, all the way to the base, nose pressed up tight against the harness. She couldn’t smell anything with her airway cut off, but she could feel how filthy she was, pressed up against Rozanova’s pubic hair. It was wet too, smearing against Shane’s lips and face as Rozanova tried to cram herself just that little bit deeper. At the same time, she moved her leg a fraction of an inch forward, just enough to send a bright shock of overstimulation right to Shane’s pussy.
Shane came, hard and almost dazzled with it. It was like a wave crashing over her, tumbling her head over heels and away from herself, while her pussy clenched around nothing and she screwed her eyes shut, pressing herself as tight as she could against Rozanova’s pussy, trying to get all of it down her throat, more, just that little bit deeper. It felt so fucking good like that, riding that wave, that she didn’t realize the haziness engulfing her vision was more than just the craziest orgasm of her life.
Rozanova pulled her away sharply, cruelly, when Shane could happily have lived with her cock six inches down her throat.
“Breathe, girl. Breathe,” Rozanova said, sounding breathless herself and Shane panted, aftershocks still making her twitch. “You liked that,” she said, also not a question. “You like my cock down your pretty little throat?”
Shane was sure she looked anything but pretty right now, and her throat felt rubbed raw, bruised.
But she did, so she said, “I loved it.” Or tried to. Her voice came out in a croak that broke on the word “loved.”
Rozanova’s eyes flashed with heat and she only paused to say, “Can breathe? Okay?” and see Shane nod, before ramming her cock back down Shane’s throat.
“Fuuuuck,” Rozanova said when she was balls deep again, circling her hips lightly, rubbing against all the tight, grasping surfaces in Shane’s throat like they were hers. Like Shane was hers and she could do whatever she wanted to her. “You feel fucking good, Hollander. And you fucking like it. Fucking made you come just fucking your throat, rubbing your cunt against my leg like dog.” She paused, shivering again. Her hips ground down against Shane’s face more insistently, like she did when she was close.
“You are good girl for me. I think you would like being my good little bitch,” Rozanova said, groaning when the word bitch made Shane jerk like she was being electrocuted. “Could get you collar, little bed. Train you to come when I call,” she continued, smirking at the alarmed look on Shane’s reddening face.
This was so much. Shane had never considered being someone’s dog, beyond the passing thought that it must be a nice life, when she met her billet family’s happy, pampered dog. Not thinking about anything, just doing what you’re told and getting treats, your belly rubbed. Sleeping at your owner’s feet and obeying their commands.
Rozanova pulled out again and Shane looked up at her, imploringly. Mouth open, tongue hanging out. A little like she’d seen that dog in the summer, panting with its mouth open.
Shane didn’t realize she was whining, high pitched and restless in her throat, until Rozanova cut it off by dragging her back onto her cock.
“Yes, I think you’d love it,” Rozanova said, hips hunching as she fucked Shane’s throat roughly, in little rabbit punches that jostled her head on her neck. “Maybe we do that next time you come to Boston. I take good care of my pets,” she said, reassuringly, petting through Shane’s hair, behind her ears like she really was—
“And then when you need it, I’ll fuck you like a bitch in heat,” Rozanova said, and came, balls deep and grinding against Shane’s face like she was built to take it. Designed to take Rozanova’s cock, and come, and beg for more.
Shane was simultaneously too tired and wound too tightly to come again, but she almost felt like she did, pussy clenching harshly. She couldn’t stop it, just had to sit still and feel the sensations roll through her while Rozanova finished taking her pleasure from her throat.
Rozanova did pull away, finally, stepping away and then back, hurriedly, to give Shane something to lean against. She would’ve fallen over, otherwise.
They just stood together, panting, until their breathing slowed and Rozanova reached behind herself to unclip the harness, letting it drop to the floor between her feet. She stepped out of it and grabbed Shane under the arms again in a bear hug, pulling her up and then wrestling her around the side of the bed until she could dump her there, on her back.
Shane was glad for the help. Her legs were kind of numb and her knees ached.
Rozanova arranged her comfortably, tugging her over so she was laying across Rozanova’s smaller chest, head tucked under her chin. She drew the blankets over them, so they were cocooned in a soft, warm world full of just the two of them.
Shane felt her body go loose as Rozanova kissed the top of her head, and then gently tipped her head back so she could look Shane in the eye.
“Good, baby?” she asked, leaning down to kiss the delicate skin under Shane’s eyes where even now her tears were drying. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Shane mumbled into her skin. Her voice was still kind of hoarse. “Tired. Knees hurt a little,” she said, trying to will them to straighten out. They creaked ominously and throbbed. Not in a way that worried her for an injury, but tender. She felt tender all over, like a turtle someone flipped over to expose her soft underbelly.
She focused on the way Rozanova was running her hands all over her, like she was checking Shane was all there, and waited for reality to return.
It did, some unknown time later, like coming out of a doze. Which she also might have been, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Even travelling to Vegas for the Awards messed her up a little, with the time zones. It was still the kind of dark that meant the middle of the night, without a tinge of dawn on the horizon.
She would normally be worried about leaving, about making it back to her room on time, but this weekend she was beholden to no one. Her mom had a brunch meeting tomorrow that Shane was not a part of, so she wouldn’t even be checking on her until later that afternoon. Plenty of time.
Plus, it was nice to be taken care of, a little, after things like this. She knew it made Rozanova feel better, too, so it was like a win-win.
She was starting to feel the stickiness she was undoubtedly covered in, though, so she pushed herself up and said, “Shower?” stretching her shoulders and back.
Rozanova was looking at her with some kind of expression on her face, one that Shane couldn’t read. She didn’t try to, and focused instead on figuring out what her hip flexors were doing. She straddled Rozanova with a (for once, nonsexual) groan. She’d have hell to pay from her trainer in a couple days if she didn’t track down a foam roller somewhere.
She looked back at Rozanova and raised her eyebrows like, shower? And Rozanova nodded, breaking free of whatever reverie she had been trapped in.
She helped Shane to her feet, still moving kind of stiffly but walking easier by the time they got to the shower.
Shane got in, letting the hot water soothe away any lingering aches while Rozanova got her a bottle of cold water from the fridge. It was kind of soothing on her throat as she gulped it down just out of the stream of the shower.
“Coming in?” Shane said, softly, through the hoarseness, because Rozanova still hadn’t joined her. Then she rolled her eyes and waited for her to fill in the punchline. She’d already come in something once tonight.
But Rozanova didn’t take the bait, just kept looking at her while she finally stripped the garter belt thing off. Shane’s eyes followed the pink lines it had pressed into her skin. She stepped in the shower and Shane opened her arms, still feeling a little needy.
Rozanova came to her at once, gathering her in and kissing her, not nasty like before. Just, nice. Comfortable.
Something like an alarm bell started ringing in the back of Shane’s head, but she pushed it aside. She was too warm and content to worry right now.
Rozanova sat her down, gently, on the ledge built into the side of the shower. It was more like a small room with one glass wall, with about ten different shower heads, but close enough.
She began with massaging Shane’s ankles, slow and deep and amazing, and then trailed up her legs to her knees. She kissed each one, and then rubbed them, like she was trying to restore blood flow after being out in the cold for too long.
Shane wasn’t sure how much it was helping, but it felt nice.
Rozanova continued, up her thighs, outside first and into her hips, kneading them like Shane was dough. Shane kind of felt like dough, loose and floppy and just dissolving into goop the longer Rozanova touched her.
She wasn’t really turned on, but there was something happening, and the feeling intensified as Rozanova slid her hands to the insides of Shane’s thighs now, massaging the sore muscles there.
Shane whined a little at the ache because she could, and because Rozanova was taking care of her right now.
“Shh, shh, shh,” Rozanova said, shushing her as she took one of Shane’s knees in each hand and spread them, tugging her forward so she was close to the edge, Shane’s poor, abused pussy right in her face.
Shane shivered. She didn’t know if she could even come again tonight, after all that, but she never knew with Rozanova.
Rozanova just sat there for a minute, breathing her in, before she reached up and grabbed the handheld showerhead, working some magic to turn it on. Not too hot, testing it against the inside of her own wrist. She let it run by her side, keeping Shane warm in the humid air of the shower, and lowered her face to Shane’s pussy.
Shane gasped, body trying to tighten again but unable to. It was like her muscles were made of warm taffy.
“Rozanova, I don’t know if I can come again,” Shane said, her voice thready, but Rozanova just shook her head against Shane’s spread pussy.
“I’m just cleaning you up,” she said, muffled, and then licked through the come drying between Shane’s legs. Shane wriggled, unsure of the sensation, but Rozanova just kept it up, steadily, until the oversensitivity went away and it just felt warm and animal and good, Rozanova working her over. Shane was starting to get kind of horny again, nebulously, but that didn’t seem like it was Rozanova’s goal. She was just licking, broad, fat swipes of her tongue over Shane’s labia, darting occasionally into her hole, swirling around it like she was testing it on her tongue. Then she dragged her mouth up, just when it was starting to get good, landing on Shane’s clit and—
Doing nothing. No teasing, no sucking, no hard fast pressure. Just her lips and tongue moving gently, like she was making out with Shane’s pussy. It was different than usual, and left desire simmering low in her gut, as opposed to the rolling boil she was used to with Rozanova’s mouth on her.
She let her body relax again and just let Rozanova do what she wanted. That strategy rarely steered her wrong.
Rozanova worked her over for long enough for Shane’s eyes to start to droop, even as her pussy started to make fresh slick to add to what Rozanova was licking out of her.
She could probably come? Shane thought lazily, and just as she was committing to that idea, Rozanova pulled back, face wet and red, and trained the showerhead between Shane’s thighs.
She gasped. It wasn’t a strong spray, but it was a little shocking after Rozanova’s tongue.
Even that sensation faded eventually and she relaxed as Rozanova began to rinse her down properly, using some of what Shane recognized as her body wash. She loved the strangely masculine smell on Rozanova. It suited her well.
She just sat there and let the sensations wash over her again, the washcloth moving over Shane’s skin and scrubbing the grime away. By the time Rozanova had her stand to rinse off and bundled her out of the shower, she was feeling as soft and scrubbed-clean as a baby.
Rozanova unwound her from the fluffy bathrobe and arranged her again in bed, this time climbing over her so she was tucked against Shane’s side. Big spoon, even though Rozanova was shorter, and probably smaller than Shane in most dimensions.
Most dimensions, she reminded herself as Rozanova wormed her huge bicep under Shane’s head, and flung her tree trunk thigh over Shane’s, enclosing her fully in her embrace.
Shane had to wiggle around a little, and Rozanova had to poke and prod her, but when they found the right position they both sighed at the same time. Bliss.
Shane’s eyes were closing on their own, and she didn’t really want to stop them. She was so perfectly comfortable that she didn’t even have the headspace to worry about what this meant for their strictly NSA arrangement. Fucking whenever they were in the same city. A fun way to pass the time before they both faced reality and found the kind of long term partners they would end up with.
She’d never spent the night before. Had never even lingered beyond the cursory check-in Rozanova did after things like this, usually.
Rozanova started to snore, quietly, in her ear, and even that consideration floated away as the arms of sleep rose up to embrace her.
She could worry about it. Another time. Eventually. But for now she just closed her eyes and let herself bask in the comfort of Ilya’s snuffling snores on the back of her neck.