Chapter Eight

Samantha resolves, then and there, that when she returns to Bellchester the first thing she will do is tell Peter Thornbry “thank you” a thousand times. 

Peter’s cottage rests between two reasonable and unassuming hills out in the countryside, the sort where a mild-mannered woods tucks in between the curved slopes. Weaving between the rolling green mounds is a small creek, wide in places and narrow in others, which releases a soothing gurgle as the water cascades along rocks a little further down. It stands in its own place, far enough away from its neighbors that it feels private and secluded, yet close enough that it does not feel like wilderness. It was delightfully rural. 

The poet apparently liked his quiet and comely home, decorating the wood thatched roof with a crown of branches tied together along the rim and a row of rose thickets along the front walkway, where the dirt turns back into cobblestone just before the door. The oak walls are smooth and well-treated, and from the outside it seems that it could be the home of some retired prince, dedicated to living a folksy life apart from the pomp and circumstance of nobility. 

The walk requires some effort and only a little past half a day, though Samantha delights in the sweet pleasure it is to be alongside Esther for the duration. Once they’d departed far enough off of the main road, the Sister even felt brave enough to remove her head covering and to timidly lower her hand into Samantha’s, squeezing it whenever Samantha said something which made her laugh, which was delightfully often.

Esther regales her of the orphanage’s horrid past week, as Sisters and children fell sick in waves, the healthy taking care of the ailing and then swapping as illness struck them as well. Sister Levy seems to have made it through relatively unscathed, apart from the haunting sounds of Sister Mabel coughing the whole night through the prior few evenings. The Mother Superior was more than happy to grant Esther a trip away from the convent to spend time in the countryside in prayer, at least in part so that it was less crowded in the now recovering building. 

Samantha twists Peter’s key through the lock and allows the door to swing open, stepping aside and enjoying the cool still air of a home that has been left alone for a few weeks. She sets her two bags down, rolling her shoulders and removing her shoes as her body seems grateful to give up the journey and succumb to rest. Though Esther has other plans, and as soon as she’s closed the door behind the two of them Samantha feels the Sister throw herself into her arms and kiss her. 

Samantha allows her the pleasure, embracing Esther while sighing contentedly. She pulls her mouth away enough to speak and remarks, “Eager you are, my dear.” 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

Feeling a bit teasing, Samantha dodges Esther’s next effort and steps further into the home, taking in the rustic and homely feel about it. “Before a tour of our lovely abode?” 

The cabin was small, yet comfortable in all ways it needed to be. A long rug stretches across the floor, adding a splash of red to accent the dark walls. A furnace with a small kitchen is tucked away in the nearest corner, while a wide couch rests against the back wall. Heavy curtains sit over the windows, yet once Samantha opens them she is delighted by how the light rakes across the room and brightens it all. Peter has exquisite taste, and a small library and set of reading chairs dominates the final corner of the room. Down the hallway to the right appears to be a quaint bathroom and comfortable bedroom.

“Mistress,” Esther insists, stepping into the center of the room. “I need you.” 

“Patience, my dear-,” 

“I waited,” she croaks, and Samantha turns to see Esther kneeling on the floor behind her. There’s an adorable blush across her cheeks, one which seems nearly permanent when in Samantha’s presence these days. “I obviously thought about you constantly,” Esther continues, almost breathless, eyes affixed to the ground before her. “But… I’ve not… I’ve not touched myself since we last spoke.” 

“Truly?” Samantha’s voice feels very nearly giddy. 

“Truly.” 

She rises and squats before the kneeling Sister, placing a sympathetic pout upon her lips while her eyes light up. “Poor thing, you must be in such pain.” 

“Which is why I need you.” 

“Oh, pretty girl, I’m sure you do,” she purrs. “Please stand.”  

Samantha gently lifts Esther’s arms to encourage her up. She allows the Sister to watch her eyes mischievously cross over her form, then raises a hand to the collar of her habit. Carefully and slowly, Samantha slips her fingers underneath the fabric to grab at its edges, adjusting it so that the robes could simply slide off of Esther without any difficulty. They tumble down to the ground, landing onto the floor in a bundle at her feet, leaving Esther in nothing but her undergarments. 

She glides her palms down Esther’s arms, putting a little pressure into the gesture as though to communicate for her to stay motionless. “Now, remain there,” Samantha directs, savoring the supplicating look in Esther’s eyes. “I shall return in a moment.” 

Samantha retrieves her bag and brings it into the bedroom, where a wide mattress with a heavy blue duvet awaits her. She opens the bag and places its contents in a neat, orderly pattern on the blanket, smiling excitedly as she considers each item in her palm before placing it. Just before the final item, she retrieves the small note which simply reads, Pick One. She clicks her heels together and strolls back out to Esther. 

“To the bedroom with you,” she commands. “I shall be here when you return.” 

Esther nods and departs to the bedroom. Samantha opens her second bag and acquires the other objects of her grand plan; a meager tin of petroleum jelly, and a usefully shaped glass instrument, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, with a flared base to ensure its functionality. She sets both onto the counter and begins pulling out ingredients for dinner. 

At the sound of Esther’s approaching feet, Samantha turns, briefly abandoning composure for the sake of her excitement. Esther has retired her plain, cotton undergarments, and now sports a navy blue laced corset, accompanied by a matching garter and stocking set. Her face is bright pink, and even from a few steps away Samantha is convinced she can see the girl’s heart beating against her chest. 

“Oh, my dear,” she sighs, her eyes scouring over Esther’s soft skin, “I can hardly bear how beautiful you are. What did you choose?” 

“Thank you, Mistress,” she squeaks, then reveals the item she was holding behind her back. “Riding crop,” she says quietly, setting it onto the counter next to the tin and plug. “What’s this?” 

 Samantha leans a hip onto the counter and takes the glass plug in her hands, wrapping her fingers around it in such a way that Esther would not wish to look at anything else. “I should like you on your best behavior. This,” she holds it forth, “is to ensure you won’t be.” 

“It rather seems you are setting me up for failure.” 

“I’m sure you’ll hate the punishment,” she chirps, stepping behind Esther and placing a string of kisses along the back of her neck. “Bend over, chest down on the counter, knees together.” She gives Esther a moment to comply, then sets her palm on the square of her back and pushes it down with a stern force. She pushes her hips forward, circling them against Esther’s bottom in a way that causes the Sister’s breath to catch in her throat.

 “I’m sure you have also been dreaming of what this time between us will be like,” Samantha tells her. “So have I.” She pushes forward a little more, enjoying the corresponding exhale it causes. “I’ll not let the suspense consume you. I am going to tease you, constant and relentless, until you are groveling on the floor crying out for me.” 

“I… I already do that, Mistress,” Esther hums. 

Samantha leans forth to let her voice tickle in Esther’s ear. “Not like this.” She consummates it with a soft press of her lips just behind the lobe. “And once I am satisfied that you are desperate enough, then I shall do what I want with you. Now, say thank you.” 

“Thank you, Mistress.” 

She picks up the tin of jelly and lathers a healthy amount onto the plug, running the pads of her fingers teasingly over Esther’s hole. She giggles roguishly, then places the tip of the toy where her fingers just were, enjoying how Esther’s hips tense from the cold and from the anticipation. “Deep breath in,” she coaches, and once Esther’s chest rises, Samantha slides the toy into her. 

Esther whimpers, a soft noise escaping her as the plug rests onto its flared base and hugs onto her, remaining fixed in place. Samantha steps forward into her once more, adjusting so that her own clit rests against the base of the toy. She hums as she pushes into her, savoring the warm feeling. 

“Now… let’s see if our pretty girl enjoyed that,” Samantha purrs, leaning forward to slip her hand down the front of Esther’s abdomen and allowing her fingers to gently wrap around her struggling erection. The Sister squirms at the touch, her exhales escaping her with an increased desperation, and Samantha slowly strokes her, circling the pad of her index finger along the tip of the soft organ. “Already wet and straining…” 

Esther’s hands grip the side of the counter as she tries to keep herself steady, and Samantha allows her a few blissful moments to savor the feeling. “As for your selection,” she continues, picking up the riding crop and placing it parallel to Esther’s spine, “do you want to know what this is for” 

“Yes, Mistress,” Esther gasps. 

Samantha teases the flexible leather tip along the skin of Esther’s back, letting it trace her muscles. “This is for correction and motivation,” she explains, bending the tip against her so she can get a feel for its weight. “Every time you beg me to fuck you before I decide you are ready, you’ll receive five spanks with this crop. Understood?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” 

“It will stack cumulatively with each offense. You’ve already begged me twice, which has earned you fifteen strokes.” Samantha softly taps the crop against her a few times. “Would you like those now, Sister Levy, or would you like them all at once later?” 

Esther takes a deep breath, her voice a little shaky from Samantha’s touch. “Now, please, Mistress.” 

Samantha nods, then feels a little foolish realizing Esther can’t see her. She steps back and taps the crop on the inside of Esther’s thigh. “Widen your stance, hands together on your back.” Esther complies, her cheek pressing down into the hardwood of the counter. “I would like you to count them aloud. We’ll start easy.” 

Spank. 

“One.” 

Spank.

“Two.” 

Spank. 

“Three.”

Spank. 

“Four.” 

Spank. 

“Five.” 

“Those didn’t seem to bother you very much at all,” Samantha banters. “I’ll have to put some more effort into it.” 

Her next strike lands on the opposite cheek, and cracks out into the room as she uses nearly as much force as she can muster. Esther yelps, then timidly croaks, “Six.” 

“And how was that?” 

Esther tilts her head so that Samantha can see her face. “Angel,” she grins. 

Pleased, Samantha quickly doles out four more strikes, adoring the pained gasps Esther releases with each one. “Those ones very nearly left a mark,” she muses, running the crop over the red spots forming. “Wonderful. Five more.” 

Her final five crack out with as much force as she can manage, in a fast enough barrage that Esther struggles to count them out. Samatha quickly drops the crop when it is completed and leans over Esther, sweetly kissing her neck and wrapping her arms around her torso. “Now,” she whispers, “Has sweet, innocent Sister Levy learned her lesson?” 

“You’re enjoying this,” Esther accuses. 

“More than I expected,” Samantha pips. “You’re unbearably adorable when you whimper and squirm. It almost makes me want to…” She clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “Well, I shouldn’t say. We’ve still got a ways to go before you are desperate enough. Say ‘thank you.’” 

“Thank you, Mistress.” Esther turns around and embraces her, and Samantha feels a proud warmth at the feeling of the girl’s erection poking against her navel. When Esther pulls back, her eyes glimmer in a doe-like glee. “I cannot believe you.” 

“Am I being unfair?” 

Esther shakes her head and places a quick peck on her lips. “I have never felt I could be such a person as I am with you.” Her eyes dart away. “Anyone else would look upon my enjoyment of this and call it distasteful, embarrassing.” 

Samantha rests a hand on Esther’s cheek. “Personally, I find it rather admirable. Esther, I shall never judge you for your tastes, especially not when in so doing I would condemn myself as well.”

 Stepping away, Samantha makes herself busy with preparations for dinner. It takes a few moments of searching to locate a cutting board, and soon after she is chopping vegetables with the gusto and ease of a woman who was quickly becoming practiced in the art. A tender warmth rests in her chest, settling into the sweet joy of knowing she and Esther were now alone for the next few days, unhindered by the constant fear of discovery. 

“I am curious,” she says at last, now turning to the task of securing rice and butter for her risotto. “Why do you derive so much pleasure from pain? Do you believe it a deserved punishment of sorts?” 

“Not so,” Esther shakes her head, only to tilt it into a shrug. “Well, not completely,” she admits. “For me, there appears to be something about my flesh which finds it invigorating, electrifying. And… Well, nuns are expected to submit to the will of God. It seems I enjoy submission enough to take it up as a hobby as well.” 

“Well, I understand that,” Samantha muses, thinking back to how often women seemed to enjoy giving in to whatever she wanted with them. “It’s the masochism I am curious about.” 

“You’re the sadist, you tell me,” Esther remarks, recovering a stool for herself to perch upon as she watches Samantha cook. She releases a low noise as she sits down, briefly forgetting about the toy inside of herself, and Samantha delights in it. 

“It feels rather straightforward,” she replies, setting a pot onto the stove to begin heating. “It’s adorable to watch you shiver and contort and cry out in delight.” 

“Yes, but usually one enjoys such a scene from sexual euphoria,” Esther contests. “How many do you think enjoy watching a beautiful woman - your words - cry out in pain?” 

“More than you’d think, and more than you’d like,” Samantha says from the corner of her mouth. She pauses and considers for a moment, then explains, “I enjoy it because of the delight it brings you. And it is a notable boost to my ego to see a woman so rapturously enamored with me.” 

Esther looks pleased, and continues on watching Samantha cook while letting her legs dangle from the stool. Samantha constantly steals glances at her, adoring not only how gorgeously the corset pushes out her breasts, or how soft and tender her legs look in the stockings, or even how she can see Esther purse her lips and enjoy the feeling of the toy inside of her; but for how simply beautiful for her face is. The mere sight of it sends Samantha’s chest buzzing with warmth, and she is constantly surprised by the depth of feeling the Sister’s presence stirs in her. 

She’s well underway at the task of stirring the rice into the butter when Esther speaks up, continuing the conversation from before as though it had never paused. “I… for me, it is the total absence of power or control I experience. The pain will be there, and I must simply surrender myself to its force.” Esther takes a breath and presses on. “I never much felt like I was capable of holding the reins to my life. Be it marriage to anyone willing, worship to the Lord God Almighty, or submitting to your love, I shall always be in pursuit of some way to relinquish my hold.” 

Samantha peaks up from her work to find a shining glimmer in Esther’s eyes, and is surprised to find the Sister’s voice betrays a near capacity to cry as she adds, “There are many ways this instinct has brought me to harm. The Sisters, and you, thus far to be the only safe place for me to practice it without fear of falling into something terrible.” 

“My dear,” Samantha makes a soft noise, stepping away from the pot to embrace her and wipe away the single tear upon her cheeks. “I shall never allow myself to lead you into such harm.” 

Esther clears her throat and nods, pulling back from the hug and quickly recomposing herself. “At any rate…” She gestures for Samantha to continue cooking and settles back into a more solid state. “Jesus,” she shakes her head in disbelief, “how strange it is to have such a conversation dressed so scandalously and with a device in my ass.” 

“The wonders of love, evidently,” Samantha giggles. 

“Speaking of such. How has it come to be that in such a short time you have become a woman confident in her love for me?” Esther asks, leaning forward and resting her elbows onto her knees, until she realizes that it nearly sends one of her breasts spilling out from the corset and she sits back up. “When we first met, you seemed a wreck, unsure of yourself and skeptical of your emotions. Am I simply that special or has God worked a miracle?” 

“If I were confident in acknowledging the existence of a God, I would say both without hesitation,” Samantha replies, her arm circling the wooden spoon around the bottom of the pot to prevent the risotto from burning. She thinks for a moment. “I believe it is not simply that your provided perspective I was sorely lacking; you found me in a position where I had nothing else. Had you spoken to me in such a way while I was still a Lady, envied and prominent, I would have laughed you away without another thought.” Her voice grows quieter as she adds, “What a tragedy that would have been.” 

“Careful, dear,” Esther’s joking tone piques, “with words such as that I might begin to believe you prefer your life with me over and against all of your former wealth and status.” 

“I do,” Samantha says, placing the wooden spoon down on the counter and feeling something significant stir in her chest. Esther glares at her, surprise washed across her face. “I’m not sure I considered it until this moment, but, if given the choice of either life I would select you without hesitation,” she concludes. Then, “I… I quite like my life as it is now. I never thought I would say such a baffling thing.” 

She’s just about to express her gratitude when she feels Esther’s arms wrap around her from behind, squeezing her tightly back into her chest. The Sister presses her lips onto the base of Samantha’s neck, then simply rests her forehead against the soft cotton of her shirt. After a few moments, Esther sighs, “Oh… I should really like it if you were to lay with me now.” 

“Before dinner?” Samantha raises an eyebrow. “Fifteen lashes, my dear.” 

 

– – – 

 

Journaling was one of Esther’s predominant habits. She could often be found sitting upon the couch at 167th Mill Street, journal across her knees and pen in hand, sometimes scribbling frantically, sometimes staring away lost in thought. It was something which Samantha admired, so she purchased a journal for herself and brought it with them to Peter’s cottage, figuring she would use it as a way to aid her discernment. 

As she sits this evening, tucked away in one of the comfortable reading chairs in the living room, enjoying the crackling fire in the fireplace and the flickering light across the room, Samantha finds herself unfortunately disinterested in the activity. She scratches a few sentences on the first page, nothing of any substance, and tries to figure out why Esther was so taken with the practice. Though, her focus on the task is continually interrupted by the sounds of Esther’s heavenly whimpers bouncing out from the center of the room. 

The Sister presently rests on her back, positioned in the center of the red carpet that covers the floor. Samantha has placed another blanket underneath her, a cool and comfortable, yet inexpensive rug that she was not worried about harming. Esther’s wrists have been tied together with the leather collar which usually was wrapped around her thigh, and on either side of her hips Samantha has carefully balanced a long, white candle at such an angle that each drop of wax would land upon Esther. 

“Turn over, dear,” Samantha commands, with as much casualness as one might instruct someone whilst cooking. 

Esther nods, her eyes closed to endure the next drop of wax, and slowly rolls herself over so that her stomach and breasts now lay against the ground which her arms outstretched above her head. She gasps as a dribble of wax lands upon the new untouched canvas of her ass, and Samantha grins at sound. 

She places the journal aside, fully abandoning her attempt to gain the hobby, and crosses a leg over another, enjoying the sight before her. In her corset and stockings, the mere sight of Esther sets Samantha’s skin ablaze and her heart skipping. 

“All the money and power that I had before,” she muses, resting her chin into her hand on the armrest, “and I never had such a wonderful decoration in my home.” 

“Thank you, M-mistress.” 

“Oh… the things I wish to do to you,” Samantha teases, only to deny Esther further. “Alas, you’re not ready.” 

“As… as you say, Mistress,” she winces from the next drop. 

“Where are we up to now? I’ve lost count.” 

Esther takes a slow breath to steady herself, which is only interrupted by the wax. “Twenty-five lashes still pending.” 

The nun moans, and Samantha can feel herself shift a little in her seat, itching to bring her skin against Esther’s. “Nonsense, it should be sixty total, should it not?” 

Esther shakes her head frantically, her forehead pressed into the ground. “We did the fifteen plus twenty lashes before dinner, Mistress.” 

“Well, that was so long ago, I can hardly remember now.” 

“Please…”

Samantha smirks. “Please what, my dear?” 

“N-nothing, Mistress,” she chokes back her desperation.

At that, Samantha rises from her seat, retrieving the riding crop which was resting just at her side. She stands over Esther, slowly running the leather tip along the woman’s back and sides, then pulling it up to Esther’s chin to tilt her face towards Samantha. “My beautiful girl, I’m sure it was not nothing. Come now, the things you say matter to me.” It’s difficult to maintain her own composure as she watches the pink glow on Esther’s face, contorting into a grimace as the wax continues its incessant tease. 

“I assure you, Mistress, it was-,”

And partially to ease her own desperation, Samantha interrupts Esther by picking up one of the candles and pouring a long string along the back of Esther’s thighs, causing her to shiver and clench up. “Clumsy me,” Samantha says as she sets it aside, leaving the other candle as the only one at work. She allows the riding crop to explore the nun, circling along her shoulder blades, then hips, then the inner sides of her thighs. “I must say, my dear, it is quite refreshing to see you wear something other than those obtrusive robes. How does it feel to wear this?” 

“Magnificent,” Esther sighs. 

The crop finds its way to her panties, slowly rubbing up and down the space between her legs with a tantalizing pressure. Esther’s hips squirm, trying to press back into it without seeming like she was trying to. Samantha watches as the girl closes her eyes and forces herself to take deep, slow breaths to steady herself. 

“Anything you would like to ask me?” Samantha drops her voice low. 

“N-no, Mistress.” 

“Is that so?” She swipes the crop against Esther’s bottom, causing her to yelp with surprise. “Ask me.” 

“No,” Esther whimpers. 

Samantha blows out both candles and lowers herself down, turning Esther over to lay on her back again. She straddles her thighs over Esther’s hips, grabbing Esther’s jaw and leaving her hands stretched out over her head. “Ask me.” 

Esther shakes her head, her eyes shut tightly as she tries to resist begging. Samantha lowers herself down, placing her mouth upon the soft skin of Esther’s neck and running her tongue just below her ear. Her hips drop down to meet Esther’s panties, settling just above her straining erection, and she slowly begins grinding against it, her own breaths deepening as a result. “Ask me,” she insists, and finds her body disappointed by Esther’s fortitude whilst her mind admires it. “All that practice resisting temptation is serving you well, my dear.” 

Samantha pulls her shirt out from its place tucked into her skirt and rips it off, soon after disposing of her skirt as well. Her undergarments are removed next, and as she continues grinding against Esther she can feel her own resolve slowly crumbling. One of her hands finds its way to her own breast, eagerly running her fingertips over her hard nipple whilst her other hand slowly lowers to her vulva. 

Esther shudders underneath her, and Samantha adores the yearning expression within the girl’s eyes, watching her like there was nothing more beautiful in the world. And that look tears apart the final line of defenses Samantha has, and she lays back, slipping off of Esther and quickly unlatching the band that holds her hands together. 

“Oh, my dear, I've not nearly the resolve to wait you out.” She lays back, flicking her finger to gesture Esther forward, exhaling, “I need you to fuck me.” 

And then Esther is racing to be on top of her, removing her own corset so that their slick skin may rest against one another. Samantha’s head lays back as Esther’s lips find her neck, and she sighs out into the air like all the weight on her chest was leaving her. She spreads her legs wide, lifting her hips up to encourage the girl forward, and then she moans loudly as Esther’s clit slowly slides into her. 

Her mouth finds Esther’s as the girl begins thrusting, she kisses her ferociously. Samantha’s tongue presses forth as her breaths puff out of her nose, circling inside of Esther’s mouth like all she was depended on it. Her arms pull her in deeper, tightening and holding her back so that Samantha could maintain some control over the speed at which she penetrates her, and she delights in how even on top, Esther submits to her desire. 

Esther pants into her ear, and Samantha has to exert her force to prevent the girl from speeding up even more, adoring the way her clit fills Samantha with each push and pull. She takes her in deeper and deeper, enveloping her as fully into herself as the girl’s erection would allow, letting her mouths travel down Esther’s throat with each kiss. She loves the way their skin grows slick as they continue, adores the smell of Esther’s excitement and her natural and comforting smell, revels in the feeling of Esther’s hair mingling in with her own. 

“Oh, Esther,” she gasps into her ear, trying to keep her composure and quickly losing the battle. Esther slides inside of her with a hunger that Samantha abandons herself to, moaning and gasping and giving up all sense of anything other than this feeling. She pulls her head back, stroking her hand through Esther’s hair and encouraging the girl to meet her lascivious gaze, forcing her eyes open so that Esther can see the need in them. 

“Oh, you beautiful girl,” she pants, her hand at the base of Esther’s neck. Her head rolls back as the bliss rolls through her. “Just there… excellent!” 

Esther’s speed increases, and Samantha delights in the ravenous pleasure across her face. The girl’s forehead contorts with a necessity, and it doesn’t take long for all of Samantha’s teasing to pull her over the edge. She buries herself into Samantha as she cries out, hastily thrusting until the feeling bursts through her, and Samantha pushes back into her, savoring the feeling of the girl’s liquid spreading inside of her. 

They fall back into the ground, Esther gasping for air as she tries to steady herself, but Samantha quickly redirects her. “God, you’re adorable,” Samantha purrs, “but your work is not done.” 

She lifts herself up slightly and guides Esther’s head between her legs, placing the girl’s mouth over her clit and raising her hips up to meet it. Frantic and gleeful, Esther accepts her new task, licking her tongue across Samatha’s vulva like it truly was a sweet dessert. Samantha leaves her hand atop the woman’s head, guiding her to the precise spots that would cause her to shiver, and she quickly finds her breaths heaving in her chest. 

“My dear,” she gasps, “never have I found a woman who can… who can make me giddy the way you do. I was supposed to tease you until… untill I broke your resolve…” She gather’s Esther’s hair into a fist and pulls her head up to meet Samantha’s impassioned gaze. “Look what effect you have on me.” 

Esther looks as though all her life suddenly has meaning, and she beams, admitting, “I’d have broken but two minutes later.” 

Samantha’s laugh cackles out of her chest, and she forces Esther back down to the task of eating her out. “Back to work with you,” she giggles, only to gasp ecstatically as a pair of Esther’s fingers slide between her wet lips and begin caressing inside of her. Her eyes shut tightly as she moans louder, and she drops her torso back into the ground, consumed by the ecstasy of it all.

 “You’ve made me so desperate for your touch,” she encourages, her hands raising to fondle her own breasts. “I… I dream constantly of - of your face between my legs.” Esther’s head lifts up to speak, but Samantha wraps her legs across the Sister’s back and pushes her down. “Oh, no sly remarks from you. Not when - when I’m about to-,”

Samantha shrieks blissfully, feeling an overwhelming cascade of delight wash over her. Her hips tighten against Esther’s face as she rocks into her tongue, feeling her pussy clench the girl’s knuckles. She shakes and shivers, sighing into the air with rapture. The feeling carries on and on, each time a new wave of pleasure following the prior one, and she marvels at how long it takes to subside. By the time it relieves her, her whole body buzzes warmly. 

Esther’s kisses find Samantha’s inner thighs, and Samantha lifts up onto her elbows to watch her beautiful mouth work. “Marvelous love,” she says tiredly, lifting her hand to Esther’s cheek. “Absolutely marvelous.” 

“I daresay,” she smiles, “you nearly semed submissive for a -,”

“Finish that sentence. I dare you.” 

Esther blushes and quiets herself. “Nothing, Mistress.” 

“How bold. Well, I’m not nearly finished with you,” Samantha declares, lifting herself up and guiding Esther into a new position. She directs the Sister onto her hands and knees, flicking her fingers across the bands of her stockings and feeling a continued hunger in her chest. “This plug I’ve given you is part of a matched set,” Samantha tells her, pressing against the glass toy that was still inside of Esther. “Care to meet its twin.” 

“God, yes.” 

Samantha removes the toy from Esther, enjoying the way her adorable hole tried to hold onto it as it went. She then retrieves her other toy, a longer glass device, larger than Esther’s own erection, with a little loop at the base to hold on to. She shows it to Esther. 

“Fraternal twins, it seems,” the Sister gulps. 

“Oh, yes,” Samantha grins. She places the shaft of the device between Esther’s cheeks, letting it tease the desperate girl, and then lathers it with some petroleum jelly. She sets the tip of it against her hole and directs, “Deep breath…” 

Esther sucks in a breath, only to hastily release it as Samantha slides the toy into her. “You’re… you’re unbelievably good to me,” the girl glimmers, her hips circling against it while she adjusts to its size.

“Been some time since you’ve had more than just fingers?” 

Samantha begins slowly pulling it in and out of her as Esther’s moans rumble in her chest. “Y-yes!” The girl squeaks. 

Samantha speeds up, loving how quickly Esther rocked her hips back into it, and she feels a mischievous grin cross onto her face. She adjusts her position and switches the hand that holds the toy, bringing her other hand down to loudly slap Esther’s soft skin. 

“Ow!” 

She pushes Esther down so that her breasts press into the blanketed floor. “Pardon,” Samantha teases, “it seemed an opportune time to complete your remaining twenty-five strikes. Two birds, one stone, as it were.” 

Esther’s face looks as though it could hardly contain more lust. “A-as you say, Mistress,” she moans. 

Samantha spanks her again, and then once more, alternating which cheek they land upon. And then she brings herself down, wrapping her hand around to caress Esther’s still stiff erection, delighted by her continued arousal. “Though, it doesn’t seem to be any hardship for you. Quite the opposite, indeed,” she taunts, then spanks her once more. 

Esther can hardly speak, thrusting back into Samantha and allowing a little noise to escape her with each movement. Samantha slaps her ass again and again, continuing to swap between every stroke. She strikes once as hard as she can and pauses, giving Esther no reprieve from the movement of the toy. “That one left quite a mark,” Samantha says gleefully. “How elegant.” 

She continues the girl’s punishment until fifteen strokes have passed, and she lowers her lips to kiss just behind Esther’s ear, feeling a burn in her forearm from the exertion of the toy. “And which am I at present, dear?” 

“Angel!” Esther squeals. 

And with that permission, Samantha does not relent, spanking her another five times as hard as she can, all the while ensuring her thrusts send Esther shivering into the ground. 

“Faster!” Esther pleads, her hands clutching onto the blankets for dear life. 

“Darling, you ought to specify,” Samantha taunts. “Should I spank with less time in between each strike?” 

Esther fights to speak between moans. “Fuck me faster, please, Mistress.” 

“Good girl,” she smiles, then spanks her as hard as she can. “Though your Mistress does not take orders.” She spanks Esther again to disguise the fact that she does, indeed, speed up her thrusting. She may be playing with the girl and having fun, but why deny her what she so desperately wishes?

“Now, only three strikes left,” Samantha recounts. “Shall we make it a game? You have until the final spank to finish. I am stopping immediately after the third, and if you’ve not cum before that, I’m afraid we’re done for the evening.” 

Esther’s head whips back. “What!?” 

Samantha spanks her, catching her by surprise. “One…” 

“Faster, please,” she begs, rocking her hips back into the toy as fast as they will allow. Her moans bounce around the room, her face red and bursting with warmth. 

Crack! “Two…” 

Esther cries out, her eyes shut tightly as she fights to bring herself over the edge. 

“Here it comes…” Samantha warns. 

“Please!”

“More spanks, my dear? Oh, you truly are a masochist,” she purrs. “Very well, I will give you one extra,” she agrees, bringing her hand down once again as hard as she can, buying Esther another few moments. “Tell me how generous I am.” 

“You’re s-so generous, Mist-ress!” 

“Now, no more stalling,” Samantha keeps thrusting, loving the panic and desperation across Esther’s whole body. “Here is your final chance…” 

Esther shudders, crying out loudly as Samantha prepares. 

Crack!

“Three!” Samantha halts her thrusting, and Esther falls down to the ground, collapsing from exhaustion. 

“Shit!” The Sister shouts, pressing her forehead into the blanket and hitting her fist against the ground. 

“You didn’t finish, my dear?” 

Esther sighs. “No, Mistress.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing I was joking then?” 

“... Joking?” 

Samantha hoists Esther up by her hair, pulling her up to her knees and shoving the toy deep inside of her, causing Esther to yelp. She lifts the girl into place, thrusting the toy with her less tired hand and hoping she has the stamina to bring the girl over the edge. Her free hand wraps around Esther’s torso and grabs hold of her breast, squeezing it and flicking a finger over her nipple. 

“You’re too precious when you finish,” Samantha whispers into her ear, a bursting affection in her chest. “I’d hate to miss it,” she brings her mouth to Esther’s neck and begins kissing it sweetly. “You finish when you’re ready.” 

It doesn’t take much longer for Esther to shake and tremble and gasp out, ecstatic and filled with a desperate longing. She grabs Samantha’s hand on her chest and clasps on like her life depends on it, just as the orgasm baptizes over her. She moans loudly, shivering into Samantha’s grasp and losing all control over her form. She falls down to the ground and Samantha quickly drops the toy, scooping Esther into her arms and kissing her gently and lovingly. 

She lays down alongside Esther, enveloping her warmly into her sweet embrace and kissing her on the forehead. “Wonderfully done, beautiful girl,” she sighs, a simple and happy feeling pouring out from her chest. Esther fights to recover control of her breath, nestling herself deep into her caress. “Shh… shh…” Samantha coos, “you were excellent, my dear. Deep breaths.” 

Esther accepts her guidance, allowing Samantha’s lead and taking a long inhale in, holding it, then slowly releasing it. It takes some time, but the frenzy and desperation trickles out of her like air from a deflating ball, and soon she is quiet and soft in Samantha’s arms. She continues to stroke Esther’s hair and kiss her forehead, over and over and over, adoring the comfort and safety the Sister feels beside her. 

Eventually, Esther giggles into her shoulder. “I can’t believe I thought you were serious.” 

Samantha lays onto her back and laughs. “Well, you had a great deal to focus on.” Esther leans over her, and Samantha kisses her, holding a hand to her jaw and rubbing her thumb along it. As always, a little prickle of worry finds its way into her voice. “I’ve not hurt you? You’re alright?” 

In lieu of words, Esther simply drops down and kisses her, firmly and with passion. She climbs over Samantha and slides her arms underneath her, and Samantha hums a little as the woman embraces her. “That was the greatest sex of my life,” Esther puffs out. 

“Thank God,” Samantha beams, allowing her own fears of harming her shuffle away. “It had better been. My arm is going to be horribly sore.” 

“You’re amazing,” Esther exhales, resting her head onto Samantha’s collarbone. “I cannot believe you’re real.” 

“Not only am I real, you’ve got me all to yourself for the next two days. I have a great deal planned for you.” 

Esther shuts her eyes and pushes into her. Her fingertips grip onto Samantha with a soft necessity. “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.” 

Samantha kisses her. “You deserve it.” 

They lay there for a few minutes in the marvelous rest of each other’s breaths. Esther’s head rises and falls with her as she steadies herself, and in Samantha’s stomach there is a tender and bubbling feeling of joy. 

“Now, there was purpose to why I ensured we ate dinner before we began,” Samantha tells her a little while later. “Tonight will not be ending anytime soon.” 

“There goes my plans for getting extra sleep this trip.” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Samantha directs. “Up with you.” 

She rises, slowly crawling up to her feet, and begins an unhurried march to the door. Esther doesn’t follow, and when she turns back there the woman’s brow is furrowed. “The bathtub is that way,” Esther points down the hallway. 

“We’ll not be needing that,” Samantha glimmers. “It’s nearly a full moon, and the river outside is warmer than expected.” There’s a satisfied pride in her chest as she says, “We’re going skinny dipping.” 

And then Esther has pushed her up against a wall and kissed her. Samantha relaxes into the touch, adoring the loving affection that radiates from the Sister. When Esther pulls back, her eyes are full of adoration, and she beams, “Samantha Deveroux, I love you like I could never have believed.”