Page 123 of Stranger to Love

But Carrie’s hand snapped out, catching both of my wrists in a one-handed grip that was effortlessly firm. She pinned them above my head, her eyes darkening to a shade of brown that was almost black. Motherfucker.

"No," she whispered, a dangerous edge to her smile. "Bad girls don't get to touch, princess. You’ve been pushing my buttons all week, testing my limits with your guilt and your burdens. Now, you’re going to lie there, and you’re going to let me do exactly what I want with you."

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. The contrast between the festive, twinkling Christmas lights in the corner and the fucking sheer, dominant intensity in her gaze was enough to make my head spin. I was completely at her mercy in the middle of my own fucking living room.

"Yes, Dr. Carter," I rasped, my voice breaking.

She hummed, a low sound of approval that vibrated through my entire body. "Good girl. Now, keep your hands still and your mouth open. I want to hear exactly how much you've missed me."

The flickering lights of the Christmas tree cast long, dancing shadows across the room as Carrie stripped away the last of my defences. My underwear was tossed aside, leaving me completely fucking exposed on the new sofa.

She didn't rush. She took her time, her mouth finding my tits, alternating between dragging her tongue across my nipples and catching them in sharp, demanding nips. Fucking shit. I was so sensitive it hurt in the best possible way, each touch sending a jolt of electricity straight to my fucking core. I didn't try to stifle the whimpers—Dr. Carter had made her expectations fucking clear—but I tried to keep them low, the terrifying, thrilling knowledge that my parents were just a floor away keeping my voice a hushed, jagged rasp.

Carrie moved down my body with a predatory grace. She didn’t hesitate for a fucking second, her face diving between my thighs. I felt the hot, wet slide of her tongue through my folds, and she let out a low, guttural groan at the taste of me.

"So sweet, Alex," she murmured against my skin, her breath hitching. "I've waited far too long for this."

The sensation was so fucking intense I instinctively threw my hand over my mouth to muffle a loud, sudden gasp.

Immediately, Carrie looked up, her eyes flashing with a stern, dark heat. "Hands down, Alex. I told you I wanted to hear you. Don't make me tell you again."

I whimpered, dropping my hand and clutching the sofa cushions instead, my knuckles white. I bit my lip as she returned to her work, her tongue circling my clit with fucking agonising, teasing slowness. She knew exactly how to fucking break me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore, she gave me what I needed.

Her tongue flicked in and out of my core, laving up my arousal before she settled her mouth firmly over my clit, sucking with a rhythmic, possessive intensity. I saw fucking stars. My vision blurred as the world shrank down to the feeling of her mouth and the flickering blue light of the TV.

My body went taut, my back arching off the charcoal fabric as the climax hit me like a physical blow. I couldn’t help it; my hands flew to her head, my fingers tangling in her dark, silky hair as I pulled her closer. I groaned, a deep, primal sound that I struggled to keep quiet, my entire being fucking vibrating as I came hard on her tongue.

Carrie didn't pull away. She stayed right there, drinking me in, holding me through the aftershocks until I was nothing but a shivering, undone mess beneath her.

Shit.

The lounge was silent except for the low, festive hum of the television and the sound of my own ragged breathing. Carrie dragged her tongue one last time across my skin, licking me clean with a slow, deliberate stroke that made my toes fucking curl. She let out a low, dark groan of satisfaction against my thigh.

"So wet for me, princess," she murmured. "I can tell you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”

Fuck, I had.

She crawled back up my body, her silk shirt rustling as she settled between my knees. Her hair fell around us like a dark curtain, cutting off the rest of the world. The gaze she beveled at me was pure fucking predator—dark, hungry, and entirely devoid of the supportive persona she’d worn all week.

"I have been waiting far too long to use you," she said, her voice a lethal, low-octave rasp. Fuck, her saying it like that made me fucking wet all over again.

She stayed propped up above me on her elbows, her weight pinning me down just enough to make me feel small. With one hand, she reached down and knocked my legs even wider, leaving me completely fucking open to her. Her other hand trailed down my stomach, her fingertips light as air but burning like fire.

"You’ve been such a good girl tonight," she teased, her eyes locked on mine. "I think you can be even better. I think you can come for me again."

I didn't even have time to gasp before she slid two fingers fucking deep inside me. I was so ready for her, so desperate after weeks of tension, that she penetrated me so easily. I moaned, my hips bucking instinctively as I clenched around her, the friction sending a new wave of heat straight to my brain.

Carrie cooed happily at my reaction, a sound of genuine, possessive delight. "Yes, just like that. Give yourself to me, Alex."

She didn't give me a chance to adjust. She pulled her fingers out with a wet, sharp sound, only to immediately drive them back in—this time adding a third. Fuck. The sudden stretch made my eyes fly wide, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as I felt the fullness of her. It was too fucking much and not enough all at once.

"Shh," she commanded, leaning down to catch my gasp with her lips, her thumb finding my clit and beginning a merciless, rapid rhythm. "Don't stop now. I want to feel every single muscle in your body tighten around me."

I was completely fucking undone, my head thrashing against the plush new cushions. The irony wasn't fucking lost on me—here I was, being taken apart by the most powerful woman I've ever known, on a sofa she bought, in a house she practically saved, while my parents slept soundly upstairs. I was hers. In every single way a person could be, I was fucking hers.

I couldn’t stop the gasp escaping my throat as I moaned for her. "Fuck, Mommy…“

The air in the lounge suddenly felt ten degrees fucking colder, despite the heat radiating between our bodies. Carrie’s mouth froze against my skin, her tongue stilled right over my nipple. My heart wasn't just racing anymore; it was attempting to claw its way out of my fucking throat.