[m] Overheat

As she looked into the silver-haired woman's eyes, and sensed how aggressive and hungry her gaze was, Kavya felt a sudden shift in her role in this game of intimate desires. Suddenly, she felt more like a decadent feast that Kaye could dig into at her pleasure. Either way, Kavya was entirely willing to let the silver-haired woman tear her apart in whatever way she pleased. She would gladly submit herself to the whims and desires of the woman who wanted to consume her.

As Kavya leaned back against the bookshelf and tried to support herself, she felt her knees buckle under the force of Kaye's sensual and intimate assaults. The woman seemed intent on having complete control over her body, and with each new move, Kavya felt even more helpless and vulnerable to the silver-haired woman's desires. As Kaye lifted up one of Kavya's legs and swung it over her shoulder, she was given even more access to her thighs and between them, and Kavya let out a trembling moan.

kavya felt like a delicate balancing act, trying to maintain her composure as she faced the onslaught of pleasure that Kaye was delivering. The wine-colored haired woman felt her mouth pressed against her sensitive skin, and when she felt the slightest friction against the cloth which was the only barrier between her most private and intimate regions and the silver-haired woman's touch.

With each gentle butterfly kiss placed along her inner thighs, Kavya felt her breathing grow shallower and more rhythmic. The trembling in her legs grew steadily worse, and her body became increasingly overwhelmed with pleasure as Kaye drove her closer and closer to the edge, building her up to a crescendo. 

Kavya was nearly reached her peak when the silver haired woman suddenly withdrew, making Kavya weak and sending a low, whimpering whine from her mouth. She stared deeply into the silver-haired woman's blue eyes and barely managed to mutter a single word, "Please..." She desperately arched her back and bucked her hips forward, seeking a return to the sensation and friction she had just been so close to reaching.

It seemed clear that the release Kavya so fiercely craved would not be granted to her, at least not yet. But in that moment her desire was such that she couldn't wait anymore, and with the silver-haired woman's teasing and playful touches, she was all but driven to the breaking point. The frustrated groan she let out reflected her desperation and frustration, and she almost wanted to take matters into her own hands as her hands slid down her body. She felt the sharp nails digging into her legs, but she paid no mind to them.

When the silver-haired woman stood up, casting a imposing shadow over the smaller woman, Kavya's hand was still grazing lightly over her nether regions as she raised her eyes to meet the burning gaze of the larger woman. The woman's movements had suddenly stopped, her body frozen like a statue, not daring to move even a single muskle. She felt like a deer in headlights, utterly helpless and at the mercy of the larger, hungry wolf.

As the woman in front of her stripped down to only her undergarments, Kavya could only gaze at the sight of her baring it all before her. "Kaye.." Her breath caught in her throat as she gently placed her hands over her partner's shoulders, wanting to lean in and kiss her cheek but then she came face to face with the dark, ominous eyes of the other woman. Kavya froze, caught completely off guard and intimidated by the intensity and heat of her gaze.

The command from the silver-haired woman did not come as a surprise to the bookkeeper, but it took her a quick moment to work past the haze of desire that was consuming her mind and slowly settle into the position she had been told to take up.

Kavya descended slowly to her knees, burdened by an indescribable heaviness on her shoulders. It felt as though gravity itself clutched at her, compelling her downward with an unwavering force. Merely kneeling was insufficient; she desired to collapse onto the floor, indifferent to the position—whether on her back or stomach. The urge to surrender overwhelmed her.

However, a sense of restraint held her back. Defiance wouldn't serve her well; what might have been permissible initially was now untenable. Both of them had traversed too far for such rebellion. Kaye wouldn't tolerate such conduct, and Kavya had no inclination to be further toyed with.

Moreover, this wasn't an arduous task for Kavya. It wasn't a bitter experience to endure on her way to a delightful center. She willingly offered her services to Kaye in this manner.

As the silver-haired woman's cold, ice-blue eyes bore into her, Kavya could only meet the gaze. Her large, doe-like eyes stared up, lashes fluttering with each blink. “Fuck .. you look good kneeling for me.” Kaye remarked, nearly breaking Kavya's façade. She suppressed a smug grin, wanting to appear as an untarnished flower, ready to be plucked.

Breaking eye contact, Kaye's legs shifted open, as if the gates to heaven were unfolding before her, or in this case, the gates of hell, with its searing heat and the watchful overlord above. Kaye's subsequent words affirmed Kavya's expectations, understanding the unyielding nature of Kaye, akin to herself.

Kavya, the bookkeeper, hooked her finger behind the garment, gradually revealing Kaye's concealed treasure. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she locked eyes with the other woman. "Ready?" she mused, a hint of challenge in her voice, lowering the underwear further without waiting for Kaye's response, fingers moving purposefully toward their goal.

There was no more tiptoeing around the subject, no teasing. Kaye had made her desires explicit, and it was time for Kavya to fulfill them. It was time for her to prepare with her hands and fingers before servicing Kaye orally. "Of course you are... you've longed for this, haven't you?" she said, almost smugly, knowing the expert touch of her hands could render any woman weak in seconds. "Don't stifle your moans; I want to hear you loud and clear."

Kavya's movements were a delicate art, a mastery she had honed through countless encounters, and she knew precisely where Kaye's most sensitive spots were. Each stroke, each caress, felt like a choreographed symphony of desire. The drug coursing through Kaye's veins heightened every touch, amplifying the intensity of pleasure as Kavya skillfully navigated the landscape of her desires. The room pulsated with the harmonious blend of passion – a duet of moans, the rhythmic cadence of breaths heavy with anticipation, and the whispered words that fueled the intimate ambiance

Throughout this crescendo of passion, Kavya, normally not one to hold back, remained surprisingly quiet. Consumed by a singular purpose, she dedicated herself to crafting an experience that would linger in Kaye's memory. As the intensity reached its zenith, the pleasure-induced haze blurred the edges of Kavya's consciousness. In those final moments, she relinquished control to pure instinct, allowing the rush of ecstasy to guide her movements with an almost primal rhythm.

When Kaye finally succumbed to the waves of pleasure, Kavya gracefully withdrew, feeling the strain in her knees from the prolonged intimacy. Her wet fingers twitched involuntarily, a tangible testament to the electric charge that had coursed between them. Kavya used her clean hand to delicately wipe away the remnants of their shared passion, mindful of the smudged lipstick and running eyeshadow that now adorned her features.

Despite the post-pleasure disarray, Kavya summoned a newfound strength to rise from the floor. The world continued to spin around her, but like a determined fawn finding its legs, she managed to remain upright.

Leaning over Kaye, Kavya's eyes absorbed the aftermath, ensuring her companion was coming back to herself. "Oh, Kaye," Kavya purred, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Kaye's cheek. "You're not just beautiful; you're absolutely stunning."

Kaye appeared to be calming down, the effects of the drug slowly fading, and her normal senses regaining control. Kavya continued to gaze down at her partner, her paramour, attempting to pick up the pieces and regain a semblance of her own composure. The woman with wine-colored hair let out a groan as a sharp pain shot through her knees. Leaning forward, she supported her weight by moving her hands to the armrest of her office chair, and that seemed to alleviate the discomfort.

Just then, Kavya noticed Kaye finally zeroing in on her, her eyes adjusting after the drug's effects. Her pupils, now much smaller than before, revealed adoration sparkling in her gaze. Kaye, too, leaned forward, their bodies touching softly. Words of praise flowed from the other woman's lips as she determined that their current closeness wasn't sufficient. She then pulled Kavya into an embrace, causing her to fall forward, her body seemingly going limp and allowing Kaye to tug, pull, and hold her as much as she desired.

Before Kavya could say anything, she was silenced by a pair of lips pressing against her own. It was evident that Kaye was craving more affection, a sweeter connection after their close encounter—a moment of aftercare. While this was something Kavya typically didn't struggle with, today felt different. She turned cold, or rather, numb, as a sudden emptiness washed over her. As she felt Kaye's grin during the kiss, Kavya broke away, choosing to rest her head in the crook of the other woman's neck instead.

She sighed heavily, her hands balled into fists. "I should go," she declared, not minding that they were, in fact, her own office.