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By the time Clarissa decided she had wrecked her enough, they were both sweating from the exertion. Lesso stayed bent over her desk, nerves on fire, displeased at the loss of sensation inside her despite knowing that too much would make her sore. She didn't like the empty feeling, wanted Clarissa back even if it hurt.
Her wish was granted, sort of, when she felt warm fingers brushing her back. She forced herself to push up from the desk, turning around and getting rewarded for her effort with a kiss. She could feel herself trembling. Clarissa could feel it too, she supposed, because the hands on her back were drawing her closer, pressing her tighter against Clarissa's body. The pressure was soothing, but it wasn't what she needed.
"So close, okay, love? You've been so good, so patient."
Lesso's eyes fluttered shut. She loved Clarissa, trusted her. She loved how soft she could be and still maintain control. Lesso focused on her breath, trying to let go of any attempts at steering things her way. It felt so much better when she could relax into Clarissa's control.
"I want to have you on your bed, okay? Let's go to your room."
Lesso looked down at herself as if she couldn't possibly figure out the process of getting dressed enough to walk down the hall. She was grateful for the help when Clarissa conjured a long coat and wrapped it around her, tying it tightly around the waist. The ribbon got removed from her collar, and with a spark of magic, Clarissa's lingerie turned back into her gown.
They made it back to her room without incident. As soon as the door closed behind them, Clarissa was stripping off her coat.
"Get on the bed," Clarissa instructed her. She did, anticipation flaring through her again when Clarissa followed and she realized she had done away with not only her gown but the slip dress as well. Lesso wanted to reach out, wanted to touch every inch of her body. She dug her nails into her own thighs instead.
"Are you doing alright?" Clarissa asked her genuinely. Lesso knew she was gauging how much farther she could push her before giving in, and it briefly crossed her mind to lie just to get her way right now, but she wouldn't. Clarissa knew what she needed and when. Lesso nodded, but Clarissa wasn't pleased with the response. "Out loud."
"Yes, I'm—I'm okay."
"Good. You can be patient a little longer, hmm?"
"Yes." Barely.
Clarissa pushed her down onto her back, climbing on top of her. She pressed their bodies together, and Lesso's eyes rolled back at the feeling of her bare skin against her own. Clarissa could have anything she wanted; this was perfect. She was even more pleased when Clarissa took her hands and brought them up to her breasts, giving her permission to touch.
Clarissa trailed kisses down her neck, every so often giving a little suck or bite. When Lesso's fingers rolled her nipples, she moaned into her neck, pressing her hips down just barely. Lesso's body jumped at the contact. Whatever reprieve she had felt after Clarissa took her with the strap-on, it was gone, her core aching again and her clit begging for attention. She wouldn't need very much more to come, just a little stimulation, anything to take her the rest of the way up and over the edge she had been building all day.
"How many papers did you get through?" Clarissa asked her, pushing up to make eye contact. Lesso blinked, her hands begrudgingly dropping from Clarissa's breasts to rest on her own stomach.
"Um...three?" She had no idea why it mattered right then.
"How many are left?"
How many students were in her class? 20? She generally prided herself on being pretty smart, but even basic subtraction felt hard when the blood from her brain was all pooled elsewhere. Clarissa wasn't helping, taking the moment to caress her breasts and pinch a nipple between her fingers. Lesso scrunched her eyes closed.
"17," she managed. Of all the moments for a math problem.
Clarissa seemed to find her struggle amusing. "Okay, I'll go easy on you. Let's halve it and round down."
Well, that wasn't happening. Lesso just stared at her incredulously, completely unable to figure out what she was trying to make her do. Clarissa laughed and supplied the answer herself. "It's eight."
Lesso's quizzical look turned into a gasp as Clarissa drew her fingers over her, teasing up either side. She had no idea what Clarissa was getting at, but she didn't care as long as her fingers stayed where they were. Or, better yet, if they would shift just slightly to where she really, really needed them.
"You're going to tell me when you're close and not let yourself come yet, understand?"
She had no idea how much self-control she had left, but she nodded anyway. She would try.
The first real friction of Clarissa's fingers against her incredibly swollen clit made her cry out louder than she usually would for an entire orgasm. She was so sensitive, needed it so badly. Her pulse was pounding in her face and her core. She could feel her hips bucking, trying to press harder into Clarissa's hand, no more patience for letting her pleasure build slowly. Her fingers clenched in the sheets. The feeling was almost too much, but she only wanted more.
"Oh," she gasped, feeling herself suddenly tensing, quickly approaching the point of no return. Too quickly. She wasn't supposed to. She knew she had been told to use her words, but the best she could do was to push Clarissa's hand away, holding tight to it while the feeling subsided. "I'm—I'm sorry, I got so close so fast." She was sort of proud of herself for stopping it at all, considering how insistently her body was begging for more.
Clarissa brought their joined hands up to her lips, kissing the back of Lesso's. "You did well. That's one."
"One?"
"Out of eight."
She felt her face flush, the purpose of Clarissa's math problem suddenly becoming clearer. "I—I can't, that's too many."
"You're lucky I'm not making you do all 17, darling. It's your own fault for not getting more done earlier."
Lesso took a deep, shuddering breath. The tension was already almost unbearable. She didn't know how she was supposed to put off her release another seven times.
"Be good for me, take your punishment, and then I'll make you come so hard you forget your name. However you want it. A toy, my fingers, my mouth...I'll give you free rein."
Lesso moaned, the promise so tempting. She could do it. Right?
"Your mouth," she said shakily, trying to breathe. "And something inside me."
"Alright. But you have to earn it, first."
Lesso exhaled. "Okay."
Clarissa's finger was parting her again, teasing at her entrance before swirling back up over her clit, and fuck. Lesso closed her eyes and tried to think about literally anything else. It didn't matter; her body was far too willing to give in, overly reactive to the slightest touch after having been denied all day. It demanded release, pulling her back to the edge in record time, tensing and quivering and—
"Stop," she choked out, her hips grinding against the air when Clarissa pulled back her hand. She brought her hands up to her face, pressing them over her eyes while she tried to calm down, feeling herself twitch. It took longer this time for her to pull herself away, feeling like if she even clenched her thighs together, she might accidentally fall over the edge.
"Too close," she panted, forcing her nails into her thighs until the pain overwhelmed anything else.
"Do you want to do the rest yourself?" Clarissa asked. Lesso nodded, although want was a strong word.
Clarissa shifted, taking a pillow and putting it behind her back as she leaned up against the metal footboard. She drew one leg up with her knee bent and kept the other outstretched. Lesso didn't like the distance, but she couldn't say she was unhappy about the view; the position opened Clarissa up to her perfectly. She was struck with the renewed desire to dive in, to make Clarissa come over and over until she begged her to stop. Her thoughts must have been clear on her face, because Clarissa shook her head slightly.
"Mm-mm. You know what you're supposed to do. But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to enjoy it."
She kept eye contact while her hand moved down her own body, and Lesso was pretty sure she was trying to kill her with desire.
"Go ahead," Clarissa said, biting her lip when her fingers circled over her own clit. "Count out loud for me."
The sight of her lover touching herself, the sounds of her quiet moans, were definitely not helping Lesso's ability to control herself. She didn't know what she wanted more—to be the one touching Clarissa or to be allowed to come—but it didn't matter, because she knew she wasn't permitted to have either. Not until Clarissa was satisfied that she had been punished enough.
She brought her fingers down, not trying anything elaborate, just rubbing tight circles on her clit that had her pulling back and gasping in a matter of seconds.
"Count," Clarissa reminded her.
"Th-three," she managed, her voice breathless.
Clarissa let out a little moan and Lesso looked up, her breath stealing from her even more at the sight of Clarissa with her head thrown back and her hand moving quickly, taking her pleasure from Lesso being denied hers. Lesso wanted her so badly. It was fine—she was almost halfway there. She could do it. And the faster she could get through it, the sooner she could have her reward.
Her fingers glided over herself, moving with ease because, god, she was so fucking wet. She worked herself up to her fourth edge, giving herself just a couple of breaths to be sure one more touch wouldn't push her over before almost immediately hitting number five. Her body was hovering so close that it was taking literal seconds to get back to the brink. She touched herself again, wanting to scream when she felt herself back on the verge of coming and had to pull away instead.
"Six," she counted, exhaling deeply. Each time she said a number, Clarissa let out a little moan, and the sound was not helping her calm down.
Two more. She wanted to just get them over with, but her body was refusing to back away, so desperate to come that she felt like a slight breeze could make her climax. She squirmed, keeping her thighs spread apart. She needed...needed...
She was reaching to push herself to number seven when Clarissa cried out. Her attention was pulled to her, completely entranced by the vision of her with her lips parted, eyebrows drawn together.
"Fuck, Leonora," she moaned. Lesso couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch her. "I'm—oh—I'm coming, I'm—"
Lesso's lips parted as she watched Clarissa's pleasure wash over her, tension releasing, mouth open silently as she convulsed. Her fingers kept moving to work herself through, waiting until her hips fell back down to the bed to slow their pace.
"Oh," Clarissa moaned as she came down, the throaty pleasure in her voice absolutely sinful. "It feels so good."
Lesso knew she was teasing her on purpose, but she was playing directly into her hand. Her clit pulsed, her inner muscles trying to clench around nothing. She wanted it so much she was shaking.
"Please," she said, the word leaving her lips before she realized she was saying it aloud.
Clarissa met her gaze. Her eyes were dark, but they flashed almost wickedly. Before Lesso could think too much about it, Clarissa was crawling up her body, planting open-mouthed kisses in a trail from her stomach to her breasts. She arched into the touch.
"So needy," Clarissa teased, her voice low. Her mouth moved up Lesso's neck, kissing along her jawline to her ear. "Funny, I only heard you count to six, and I could have sworn I told you eight."
She covered Lesso's hand with her own, guiding it back down to where Lesso both desperately needed it and couldn't take it anymore. She let Clarissa force her to press against herself, even as she could hear herself whimpering, feel herself trembling. Her clit was so stiff and slick and swollen beneath her fingers. She moved her hand as gently as she could, lifting her head slightly to beg for a kiss that Clarissa obligingly granted her.
She knew she should be embarrassed by how soon she had to wrench her hand away, moaning against Clarissa's mouth, trying to remember what number she was at, but she didn't have the ability to feel anything besides want. Clarissa whispered a "seven" in her ear, and she was grateful. She was so close to getting her reward and so close to losing her mind and so close to not being able to hold herself back anymore, but she focused on the way Clarissa's lips were soft against her own and let her thoughts fade away.
Lesso brought herself to the edge one last time, drawing Clarissa into another frantic kiss as her body screamed for release, and then let herself fall back onto the bed. Her entire body was tingling, sensitive beyond anything she had felt before. Her limbs were so heavy that she didn't even try to reach up for Clarissa when she sat back, just let her, trusting her to take care of her. Lesso had given in, had done everything she wanted, and now she didn't have to think anymore. She could just lay back and submit.
She heard the buzzing before she felt it, but her brain could only sort of make the connection. Clarissa's hands were on her thighs, guiding them open, and then something was sliding into her and she moaned, letting her head fall back when she felt the vibrations inside her. Clarissa was murmuring something and her tone sounded gentle and reassuring, but Lesso was too far past the point of processing words to know what she was saying.
Then Clarissa's mouth was on her and she cried out, all of her conscious thought limited to the hot, wet tongue moving hard and fast against her, the toy inside her being pushed deeper. Her body was clenching, drawing so tight that it almost hurt. Her heart pounded so hard that she could hear it in her ears, feel it from her face to her core and down her legs, her skin fiery hot and prickling. The pressure inside her built so high that she felt like she was going to explode, couldn't catch a full breath, and when she was so overwhelmed that she couldn't take it anymore—it broke.
Her orgasm slammed into her so hard that she felt herself scream more than she heard it, her body arching off the bed and then crashing back as it succumbed to wave after wave of release. Clarissa didn't stop, and she didn't even have time to catch her breath before she was coming again, moaning and gasping and reaching out for Clarissa's hand. She needed the anchor, needed something to steady to hold onto. She was almost too sensitive but she wanted it again, let Clarissa keep going until she was back up on a peak so high that tumbling over it felt like she was falling, her heart skipping a beat and her entire body spasming until she dropped into total weightlessness.
Her vision went black around the edges, and she let it, falling down into the dizzying darkness as the euphoric pleasure spread throughout every nerve in her body.
When she came to, Clarissa was stroking her hair. Lesso's eyes fluttered open, realizing she was in Clarissa's arms, the two of them tucked into bed. Clarissa had cleaned her up while she was out, apparently, and she was dressed in her favorite soft pajamas. She cuddled down against Clarissa's chest, content to stay like this forever.
"Hi," came Clarissa's gentle voice, seeing she was awake. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," Lesso sighed, letting her eyes close again. "Happy." It admittedly wasn't a feeling she got very often, although it was happening more and more since she and Clarissa had been together. She wanted it to stay.
Clarissa laughed, light and melodic. She loved that sound. She loved her.
She didn't love that a cup of water was being insistently pressed into her hand until she sat up a little and begrudgingly took a sip, but she did love that Clarissa cared about her that much, enough to take care of her and want her to be okay. And, fine, she realized after a sip or two that she was actually parched, and she drank the rest gratefully. She was opening her mouth to say that she was also sort of hungry—she may have forgotten to eat yet that day—when Clarissa popped a strawberry into her mouth and set a little plate of fruit and crackers on her lap. God, she was perfect.
They ate in relative silence, Lesso with her head on Clarissa's chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat. When she was feeling a little stronger, Clarissa made her get up and use the bathroom, then finally let her lie back down and settle into bed. The sun was still high in the sky, but she tugged Clarissa down into bed with her, curling onto her side so Clarissa could wrap around her.
"I love you," Clarissa murmured against her back, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her tighter.
"I love you, too," she said.
By the time she could think about how incredible that was, she was already falling fast asleep.