"Is this getting you wet?" the blonde smirked as she felt blood dripping down her forehead.
Without a doubt Bea was surprised by the retort, and the bravado, but not disarmed. She was in top dog mode and nothing unnerved her when she clicked into that gear. And at this point in her time at Wentworth, she never left that gear.
"The fuck did you say to me?" Bea growled with force, nose slightly scrunched, lips now fully dragging across the blonde's ear.
However, the truth was that the blonde was right; this was getting her wet. She felt it before she felt Allie's eyes on her as she showered, before she threw open the shower curtain, before she saw the glistening body before her and certainly now. There was something about the blonde. Bea felt it the minute she walked into H1 with all her faux cocksuredness to inquire about a meeting with Kaz. The way she held her gaze that day, demurred, but remained steadfast.
Bea was no stranger to the effect she had on a number of women at Wentworth. Some made it clear with their offers, explicitly, and others made it clear with their bodies, their movement, their eyes. Being top dog meant learning the microexpressions, the subtle manifestations of her power, and the various weaknesses to be exploited in others. She hadn't had to utilize this particular advantage but she knew she would if she had to, if it meant protecting the women, like every other line she had crossed.
In her worst, most nihilistic moments, she wondered what it would be like to submit to it. To do something selfish for once. But those moments passed quickly. She chalked it up to bored curiosity and an occasional opportunity to release herself in the privacy of her cell from the mounting tension in her body. Still, it never felt like a promise of something to come.
Yet now, "Is this getting you wet?" rang in her ears and instantaneously radiated throughout her body, stiffening her already-hardening nipples and settling into a deep throbbing between her legs.
She was being baited… and by this girl out of everyone.
She reached up grabbing a fistful of hair and jerked the blonde's head back. If Allie thought there was a question of who was in control here, Bea would show her the answer unequivocally.
Allie gasped at the tightness and the sharp tug. Her mouth opened slightly and Bea could see the corners of a wince. She also saw and felt something else: pure, unadulterated desire.
She pulled back just a notch more, knowing she was now hurting the woman.
"I said, 'what the fuck did you say to me?'" she spit the words out again, more forcefully, lips still lightly touching the blonde's ear which was now situated below Bea's mouth as she held her head back.
The blonde gasped again but said nothing, likely thinking better of it.
It was at this moment that Bea became intensely aware of the hardness of her own nipples pressing against the slick back of the woman in front of her. She felt the softness of her ass as she pressed her center even more firmly into her, holding the woman in place. She couldn't deny that this woman was winning.
The lack of control of her body, and her thoughts, turned quickly to rage and self-preservation. Allie was a threat. And a dangerous one at that. Even though she was pinned beneath her and was wise enough to keep her fucking mouth shut now, she had openly challenged her. And that simply couldn't be.
"For such a dirty fucking mouth, you're awfully quiet now" Bea rasped, mirroring the instigating taunt, chuckling patronizingly, asserting her dominance.
She released her grasp slightly and slowly licked the length of the blonde's earlobe, almost affectionately. Bea wanted the blonde to be on edge, unsure whether she could expect aggression or softness at any moment.
"Well.. I think you're projecting…" she purred, now whispering hotly in her ear. "I'd reckon one of us is getting wet" she continued, every so slightly emphasizing "one."
Allie softly moaned at the words and her head dropped down, resting on the cool shower tile in front of her. Bea wasn't sure if she was submitting but it didn't matter. Something had broken loose and she couldn't stop whatever path she was on; she would see this to completion.
As these thoughts raged in her head, she dragged her mouth to the apex between the blonde's neck and shoulder as her right hand slipped down the blonde's side, across her ribs and upward to cup a perfect breast. She heard Allie gasp and could feel the shiver that ran through her body.
She resisted the urge to luxuriate in how the woman's soft breast felt in her hand and instead roughly grabbed and caught the hardened nipple between her forefinger and thumb, squeezing hard. Allie moaned loudly in response, unable to stay quiet.
"Fuck" the blonde breathed out softly, the lone syllable elongated, so softly Bea couldn't tell if it was the pounding in her ears, mimicking her core, that made the sound.
She felt the blonde squirm beneath her, trying to release the tension that was building. It didn't seem provocative or demanding; it felt like a relinquishing.
Bea regrettably abandoned the beautiful mound and slipped her hand down the woman's shivering stomach, muscles alive underneath her touch. As she approached soft curls Bea bit down on the expanse of skin under her mouth, not quite a kiss. The blonde gasped and strained to push herself up on the hand teasing above her center.
She continued the movement of her hand downward and, with a long pause meant to torture, slipped two fingers through the blonde's folds, holding back her own gasp at how wet the woman was. Instead, she scoffed softly, condescendingly, to emphasize her point being made. She knew Allie knew just how wet she was and that Bea could feel it all.
She felt her own pussy flood with wetness, dripping down her thighs. It took everything she had not to react more vocally to the feel of Allie's pussy in her hand, to swallow her moan, to not move her free left hand to grab a neglected breast and touch her with passionate abandon. Fortunately for her Allie was moaning loudly, drowning out her own reactions.
She continued stroking the woman's dripping folds, burying her head in her back, letting her lips brush the skin. Allie's moans became strangled and her breathing harder and more shallow. Bea applied enough pressure to keep her on edge but not enough to give her release.
"Please" the blonde breathed out, almost painfully.
That was what Bea needed. "Fuck around and find out," Bea thought to herself, teetering on the brink of control. She immediately stroked upwards on the engorged clit beneath her hand, drawing a loud moan from the woman in front of her. She could tell she was close and so she abruptly removed her hand from the slick warmth and brought it to the woman's hip, deftly turning the woman around to face her and pushing her against the shower wall.
They stared at each other, Allie's eyes hooded with desire, her body agitated and drunk from the recent touch. Bea bore her eyes into the younger woman's, giving her nothing.
"Now that that's settled… what else can you do with that mouth?" Bea said in a tone that was all control but with an air of demeaning flirtation.
Allie looked her in her eyes and leaned forward to kiss the brunette but was stopped with a forceful hand on her throat, holding her at a distance, nearly black eyes still boring into her.
Seeming to understand the game they were playing, Allie slowly slid down the woman's body until she was on her knees. The blonde looked up at her expectantly, obediently, and waited for any forthcoming instruction.
Bea knew she was out of control but she couldn't stop herself. She held her gaze, not stopping her as the blonde leaned forward tentatively, so close to her dripping slit.
With one last look Allie closed her eyes and dragged her tongue through the wet folds before her. Bea couldn't stop her own eyes from closing and a breath escaping her lips. She felt a new flood of wetness hearing and feeling the woman sigh and moan as she tasted her. The feel of her tongue slipping through her was almost more than she could stand. She steadied herself with her hands on the shower walls, gripping them to stay upright and in control, but pushing herself every so gently into the woman's mouth.
She kept her eyes focused on the blonde beneath her, willing herself not to come too fast but unable to control her breathing which was becoming heavier and more labored with each passing moment and movement of the warm tongue exploring her thoroughly, with a skill and desire foreign to her. The blonde began lapping at her juices, gathering the wetness from her opening before moving upwards to her throbbing clit. Bea thought she would die from the feeling.
She felt the younger woman's hand trail up her thigh and allowed her the touch. However, she knew she couldn't submit; letting herself be fucked by the blonde, as much as she wanted it, was not going to happen. That would be an abdication and this was about asserting control.
As the blonde's hand reached her destination and ever so gently dipped into her entrance, Bea reached down and pulled the blonde's head back harshly.
"No" she said. "Just that filthy fucking mouth."
The blonde obliged and moved her hand away from her center and down the brunette's leg, just above her knee, to steady herself as she buried her face back into her sopping pussy, licking her up and down with renewed energy, dragging her tongue across her clit, flicking it with purpose.
"Now suck me until I come" she directed, using every last bit of control she had to get the words out evenly.
Allie moaned loudly and Bea could feel it deep in her core, reverberating from the inside out. She breathed out deeply as she felt her clit sucked between warm lips, the pressure and feeling threatening to overtake her. She gripped the walls of the shower walls even tighter, steeling herself.
Allie's moans were constant as she suckled her clit harder, then softer, releasing only to suck her in again. When she flicked her tongue across the nub as she sucked, Bea felt the rumbling inside her. She allowed the blonde to grab her ass and pull her even more closely as she sucked hard, flicking firmly against her clit one last time as she gave in, shaking and convulsing inside and now outside as she came in the younger woman's pretty, desperate mouth. She swallowed her moans and the expletives that bounced around in her head and let the blonde continue with her tongue, helping her ride out the aftershocks.
When she felt she couldn't take it any longer, she moved quickly away to grab her towel, wrap it around her body and exit the stall and shower room as fast as she could, without looking back at the woman she left behind.