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Alex feeds her good girl sweet treats
‘Good girl.’ Alex cooed as the other woman neared her, body swaying seductively with her crawl. She was on all fours and it gave the older woman a chance to appreciate the sight of Claire’s shapely ass shifting with the deliberate swing of her hips. She knew exactly what she was doing and the growing smile was letting her know the blond was satisfied with her efforts. She always did like it when Claire let some of her mischief shine through. It was one of the qualities which attracted her to the young fighter after all and she had no intention of dispensing with those delightful traits, not completely.
When Claire reached the other woman’s thigh, she paused and glanced up curiously. She’d been beckoned over but she didn’t know why. Alex was in a good mood so she knew it was for a treat and the aforementioned praise reaffirmed this hope. When the other reached for the top of her head, Claire didn’t flinch. She would have once but she’d come a long way since and now she eagerly leaned into the gentle touch. The perfectly manicured fingernails caressed her soft hair lovingly and she sighed in utter contentment, the sort she would have thought impossible to achieve in her chaos fraught fighting. How fortunate she was to have someone like Alex taking those reigns out of her hands and treating her to a peaceful existence of lavished delights. Honestly, Claire scarcely even recalled what she’d been so hell bound on fighting to begin with. It seemed inconsequential when the other woman looked down at her with her immeasurably intelligent eyes, the sparkle in them giving the blue of the irises a razor edge which sent a shiver down Claire’s dipped spine. She was naked but the room was adequately heated so every tremble was soly due to the blonde’s ministrations.
‘Such a good, good girl.’ Claire smiled softly up at her, lapping up the sweet words with open jubilation. Alex’s fingers curved down the side of her face, gently pushing a stray strand of her auburn hair behind an ear and Claire shook again. The reverberations set the tiny bell around her neck chiming softly and Alex smiled in reply. It was hooked to a beautifully handcrafted lace collar, red since that was Claire’s favourite colour, and tied back in a pretty bow. It made Claire look and feel like a gift and Alex certainly treated her like a treasure. Claire noticed Alex was holding her other hand behind her back and her curious glance was immediately noted buy the other woman. She glanced up at the soft chuckle before lowering her eyes to inspect what the fingers brought into the light for her to see. It was a little ball and one sniff told Claire it was milk chocolate. She grinned and licked her lips, making a tiny humming thrum as the long fingers rolled the treat along her lips, coating them in the saccharine flavour. Alex loved doing stuff like this with her. One time she dipped every inch of Claire in milk and honey and took the time to lap her clean after. The woman was exceptionally meticulous in all her tasks and spoiling her good girl was no exception.
‘Would you like a taste Claire?’ The younger girl nodded hungrily and dutifully opened her mouth to let the ball roll along the length of her tongue. Immediately her taste buds were flooded with the sweet flavour of chocolate and she moaned. She wanted to pull the treat fully inside her mouth and chew it greedily but she knew that wasn’t the right play. It was such a waste of a good treat and if there was one thing Alex appreciated, it was good manners. She expected it in fact. Alex seemed unbothered by the gathering waters as the sweetness made Claire’s mouth salivate. She continued to roll the chocolate back and forth, letting Claire’s body heat melt it bit by bit until she was simply moving the pads of her fingers over the sugar coated tongue. Claire glanced up at her and only then closed her mouth around the digits, sucking them and swallowing the delicious treat she’d been gifted. When Alex withdrew her fingers it left Claire with a notable sense of loss but it was short lived. The other woman was looking at her with her own hunger impossible to hide. This was but a small appetiser for what the older woman still had planned for her good girl and her anticipating shiver was echoed by the delicate bell.
‘My good girl…’