Sharing Steven - A Tale of Roles and Passion (The Education of Steven - Book 1) (2 page)

              “My apologies…M-Mistress.”

              “That’s my good little girl,” Celeste flipped her sleek dark hair in satisfaction, knowing that she would get what she wanted from her. There was nothing like a bit of play after a hard day at work. She drew close to Karen’s face, grabbing her cheeks in hand to kiss her. Immediately, a desperate moan uttered from Karen’s throat.

              In response, Celeste bit Karen’s succulent bottom lip to get a tiny squeal out of her. Celeste loved to hear her girlfriend scream and beg for her, whether it be for pleasure or for mercy. She too emitted a small moan and pushed Karen against the kitchen counter, grinding her torso against her a bit. Their warm, fit bodies pressing together caused Celeste’s heart to begin pounding, creeping and too-comfortable warmth beginning to spread within her work khakis. She could feel Karen’s own heart beginning to flutter. The two began to kiss passionately, hungrily.

              Within moments, Celeste had torn her own blouse off and was working on Karen’s in their flurry of ravenous love. Karen’s apron and light tee were sent into the sink, Celeste immediately latching her voracious hands unto Karen’s breasts. Karen was extremely well-endowed and developed, which had made Celeste jealous back when they were simply best friends, conformed and quiet on their sexualities.…yet, now they were an object of her ultimate, active desire.

     Breathlessly,
Karen struggled to break the kiss between herself and her partner. She smiled weakly. “I…I wanted to have a guest over tonight, I planned on a little surprise…”

              “Shut up,” Celeste gasped into Karen’s ear, nibbling at it. “Forget about dinner. I just want you for five minutes…can your sauce wait that long?”

              Karen moaned as Celeste continued to kiss at her neck and her ears, her girlfriend’s long hair falling against her heaving breasts. She’d wanted it just as badly as Celeste—even if the sauce did get a little burned, it’d only be corrupted with soul-shattering, intimate memories. “And…and what would you do with me in those five minutes?”

              “Mmm…” Celeste whispered in her love’s ear, “I would tie you to the couch and I’d straddle you. I’d strip you down and I’d touch you, lick you, kiss you everywhere until you can’t take it anymore. I’d make you
hurt
, swell up in places you haven’t before.”

              Karen was stricken silent, dipping her head back a bit as Celeste continued to kiss at her cheeks and rub her hands around her body. She felt Celeste’s sneaky hands reach around her, beginning to unhook her bra.

     “
Karen...my little plaything…do you want it?”

              “I…I…want it…”

              “Of course you do. You wouldn’t have had a choice, anyway.”

              Karen shuddered.

              Celeste continued, slowly pulling Karen from against the counter and leading her into the living room slowly, tauntingly. Her grip on Karen’s hand was almost painfully tight. I know you want to be toyed with. You’ve always known I like your little homemaking routine when I get home from work, so you should have known I would have trapped you into this…you knew, didn’t you?”

              “N-no, I…”

              Karen yelped as she was suddenly slapped and pushed roughly to the couch. Celeste grabbed a pair of handcuffs from a coffee table’s drawers and skillfully jumped onto the couch over her submissive, snarling yet incredibly aroused.

     “What was that?”

              “I-I’m sorry! I meant yes! I was teasing you the entire time,” Karen admitted breathlessly, her eyes widened in fear. “Just don’t hurt me too much, please.”

              “Shut up,” Celeste sat up a bit from Karen and flipped her over on the couch, heavily strengthened in her famished need for a taste of her soft, sweet muse. As Karen began to complain, Celeste tied up Karen’s hands and began to pull down her pants. Once her bare bottom was exposed, the straddling Celeste leaned down and began to kiss gently at it, much to the horror of a very ticklish Karen. She squealed and squirmed desperately.

              “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Celeste growled, delivering a harsh slap to Karen’s behind. As Karen yelped, a pang of enthrallment struck her dominating mistress. She smacked her a few more times, each time causing Celeste to become more excited, more desperate. She wanted to enjoy her partner in entirety.

              Celeste bent down again to kiss the red marks she’d made, in the shapes of her handprint. She sighed, satisfied.
She’s mine, all mine…but how hot it would be to have that cute, young barista boy watching me treat her like this? She’d love it too, she loves the humiliation…
Celeste had never experienced such joint fantasies before, but she had never been more eager to engage with the beautiful Karen.

              Celeste sat up and allowed for Karen to flip back around, who was whimpering and sniffling a bit. Karen wasn’t upset—she enjoyed being babied, being taken over and used for her girlfriend’s pleasure after a long workday.

              Celeste smiled coyly at Karen, but then suddenly softened upon seeing Karen’s pleading eyes. She wanted more form her. “Holding up okay?”

              “Yes, my Mistress.”

              “Good,” Celeste rasped longingly, laying atop of the young, vulnerable body beneath her. “You’ve been a very good girl for me so far. I’d like to reward you for that.”

              Karen continued to squirm beneath her, finally beginning to calm down. “R-really?”

              “Mm, yes. You’re so beautiful,” Celeste cooed, leaning down to kiss at Karen’s neck and chest. She gradually began to move down in kissing her, fully enveloping Karen’s right nipple into her mouth and gently squeezing the other. Karen began to cry out in surprise and in pleasure, uncomfortable once again but relieved in Celeste’s break in dominating behavior. The act had never lasted long; they liked to play rough, but were a true lovemaking pair at heart.

              Celeste broke her suckling to smile up at the sleek, quivering figure above her. “You like it, don’t you?”

              “Yes…”

              “Would you like me to go a bit further, then?”

              Karen’s eyes widened a bit, her breaths becoming more shallow. Celeste teasing her orally had always gotten her to the point of near climax; she almost couldn’t stand being touched down below with her girlfriend’s skilled nature of inducing tingles, squeals, and thrashes. Yet, she’d wanted it more than anything and both of them knew that. “I…I…please…just so slow if you…”

              Without a word, Celeste’s body skillfully slid from Karen’s to her lower torso. She began to slowly kiss beneath her belly button, running her fingers over her pelvic area. Celeste slowly moved to spread her partner’s silky legs. Like light coffee, they were almost fluid in their movement to expose Karen’s private site of perfection. Celeste shuddered upon seeing it, uncomfortably shifting as she sensed a wetness accumulating in her pants. Yet, the feeling of it was warm, inviting…beckoning to her in bringing pleasure to her girlfriend.

              Karen’s pink, perfect need was swollen and exposed, a bit sticky. It was tender, vulnerable. The sight of it caused Celeste to salivate as she lowered her head so that her lips met her girlfriend’s. She kissed at gently at her pleading slit.

     Immediately,
Karen couldn’t help but shiver and let out a large whine. Yet, Celeste could see the light smile of satisfaction and pleasure curled over her lover’s quivering lips. Invited, she dared to continue. She gently poked her tongue out and began to lick at her inner-labia without focusing on her clitoris just yet. Karen’s sleekness was almost dangerously tight and sensitive—with every stroke, she oozed a bit more wonderful-tasting juices. Karen began to then routinely move her hips on the couch in rhythm to what her body told her to do in order to release. “Baby…yes…”

              When she knew that her girlfriend was at a high point near climax, Celeste swirled her tongue upward a bit to focus directly on her small, throbbing nub. She’d teased at it before, but now was the time to overwhelm Karen a bit.

              “Ah!” Karen arched her back upon Celeste’s contact, beginning to shake with every little oral pulse that her lover bestowed upon her. From then, it didn’t take very long. “Oh, my…my Celeste…I’m…”

             
Within moments, Celeste gasped while still having Karen’s sweetness between her lips—she had begun to pulsate and contract, accompanied harmonically by intense squeals. Even more surprising was Karen’s need to speak throughout her orgasm. “I just…mmph…I’ve been thinking about that…that boy…and…I’m sorry, I…oh!”

              There was a sudden silence between them both as Celeste broke oral contact with Karen and Karen’s sexual energy came to drain.

             
Celeste sat up nearly immediately, inquisitive. The mention of another person during Karen’s orgasm wasn’t as offensive as it was arousing. “I’m not sure I understood exactly what you just said…you’ve never really spoken before when you’re like that…let alone the mention of thinking of a
boy
. Who…who’s this?

              Karen, her eyes still squeezed shut, licked her lips nervously and quickly retorted. “Alright, I haven’t quite been able to hide it from you. I…it’s the boy down the street, the coffee boy. I…I thought you would like him and I’ve been thinking about him so much lately…”

              “You mean…the boy from the new place I’ve been going to?”

              “Y-yeah…I…wanted to bring him home to us.” Karen took a deep breath, beginning to finally recover. She had a pleading look in her eyes, upset and guilted by the event. “I couldn’t help it; I wasn’t sure what you’d have thought, so I kept it a secret.”

              Celeste coldly stared into the eyes of her lover, nodding with a piercing gaze. “I see.”

              “Yeah…”

              “You shouldn’t have done that.”

              Karen’s eyes began to fill a bit. She looked down. “I…I know…”

              “…Because now I’ll have both him and I do absolutely unbelievable things to you when he comes over, you little plaything.”

              Karen’s head perked up once again as she heard Celeste’s familiar, sly snicker. This time, however, the snicker sounded a bit more rasped than usual, hungry. Even though she’d climaxed less than a moment ago, it was almost enough to ignite her erotic fires once again. And as their eyes met, finally on the same page regarding their coffee shop crush, a new determination and bond amongst the two was formed. Karen murmured coyly, “We’ve…talked about having a boy in bed…but we’ve never…”

 
              “I know.”

              “You don’t mind the—?”

              “Confirm the plans.”

              “But—“

              “I’ll teach you to make these arrangements without me,” winked Celeste as she stood from the couch to freshen up. “Now, get dressed and back into the kitchen for me like a good girl. It seems we’ll be having a guest over for dinner soon.”

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Celeste
  was sitting alone, reading and sipping a coffee, wearing a business suit, seeming to radiate a warning almost loud enough to hear: stay away. Eventually, Steven would arrive and would notice that she was already there and looking stunning.

The coffee was gone, the time running out, so she cleaned her table and tossed his trash. When she turned around there he was.
Steven had arrived just as she was giving up hope of seeing him. This was not a normal weekday visit and she had been unsure if he would arrive in time..

"Well hello handsome," she said, lightly moving in closer and waving her hair back. "I thought I would miss my favorite barista this morning. Looks like my lucky day…or maybe yours."

He paused and looked back to his coworkers, their expressions were carved in stone, they were taking in the who scene in awe. "Hello Celeste you look amazing today," he said, pausing as he caught the smell of her intoxicating perfume. “This is my day off and was just stopping in for a minute. Guess I am lucky.”

"Oh it is," she said with a grin, pitching her voice to sound playfully innocent. "You are going to have a very good day." she presented him with a calling card, not
a  business card. Her calling card had her personal information, elegantly engraved, as an offering of trust to him, nothing expected in return.

"
Steven I am so happy I was able to catch you, but I am late for an appointment," she said and abruptly turned to go. She turned around suddenly as if she forgot something. “Oh but do come by at 8 tonight. We have a fun evening planned for you.”

She then leaned forwards and softly kissed his check, just firmly enough to leave a mark from her lipstick. She then ran a hand through his hair and winked.

He smiled as she walked away. "We?" he said to himself quietly.

What just happened? Did she just invite me to her home tonight?
Steven thought to himself. He was very excited. And notice that he had become aroused from her caress. He looked to see if his coworkers had noticed.

He made up his mind that he would go.