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It takes less than fifteen minutes after Louis’ departure for Rashid to come find her.
Daniel, sitting alone in the penthouse lounge, hardly blinks as she enters the room. “Finished your morning duties already?” She questions snarkily. It only earns her a scoff from the maidservant.
“You seem rather obsessed with the idea of me performing my duties, Miss Molloy,” Rashid sasses back.
Daniel raises a silent brow at her remark. “Suuure,” she drawls.
“You are the one who keeps bringing it up,” Rashid points out. Which, honestly, is rather fair. Since the night Lou had fed on her during dinner–Rashid’s head tilted towards Daniel in pleasure as she’d been fed upon–all that has filled her mind whenever she’s looked at the woman is thoughts of how to get her to look at Daniel like that again, and more. This time, preferably due to her own actions. Even now, her low-cut shirt and tight skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination have Daniel’s mind wandering.
Well. The heart always wants what it can’t have, Daniel muses before turning her attention back to the open document in front of her. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, writing down post-interview notes before they slip from her mind. Rashid moves to sit beside her, curiously leaning into her space. Daniel side-eyes her as their thighs press together.
“You need something, kid?”
“Perhaps,” Rashid says, leaning in closer until her chest presses up against Daniel’s side. “I suppose it all depends on you.”
Daniel’s mouth is suddenly dry as she turns towards Rashid, only to be held hostage by the sight of her plush tits, unrestrained by a bra. She’s utterly bare underneath her shirt, and practically rubbing herself on Daniel like a cat in heat. With a coy, lidded look, she reaches out to take one of Daniel’s hands, tracing her gloved fingers along the length of Daniel’s own.
“Your hands are rather large,” she says, pressing their palms together. They’re around the same size, length-wise, but when compared to Rashid like this, Daniel’s fingers are undoubtedly thicker. “Is it an American thing? Or just… you?”
Before Daniel can think up a witty remark, Rashid brings her fingers to her mouth, placing a soft kiss on her fingertips before sucking them down to the first knuckle. Daniel gapes as she fellates them, mouth parted in shock.
Fuck, is all she can think. Fuck, Lou is going to kill me for defiling her maidservant. The realisation doesn’t dissuade her at all.
“Are they big enough for you?” Daniel says instead, shifting in her seat as the Rashid nods, fingers still in her mouth. A thrill shoots through her as she pushes them deeper, Rashid swallowing down her length with ease. “There you go, good girl.”
In a flurry of movement, Rashid seats herself atop Daniel’s spread thighs, unwilling to part with the fingers in her mouth just yet. With her free hand, she tugs at the front of her shirt, popping off buttons until her top half is fully exposed. She’s an absolute vision above Daniel, neatly-pressed shirt now wrinkled and unbuttoned entirely to reveal pert little tits that look as though they would fit perfectly in Daniel’s mouth. Her skirt rucks up as she shuffles on Daniel’s lap, and an exploratory hand up her skirt exposes her bare pussy, already dripping wet.
The realisation almost has Daniel drooling. “Christ, sweetheart, you sure came prepared.”
With a wet sound, she pops off Daniel’s fingers to speak. “I didn’t want to waste time. Miss Molloy, would you be inclined to…” she trails off, pouting her lips as she lifts her hips slightly.
Needy girl, Daniel thinks. “To what?” She asks, just to annoy her. She settles her other hand on Rashid’s thigh, slowly pushing up her skirt as she cocks her head. “Tell me what you want, kid.”
Rashid rolls her eyes. “You know what I want,” she snits, but gives in anyway. “I want these,” she presses a quick kiss to Daniel’s fingers again, “inside of me.”
At her demand, Daniel finally yields, sliding a thick finger into Rashid’s tight, wet heat.
Of course, just one finger doesn’t satisfy her. Before long, Rashid begs for another. “I can take it, Miss Molloy,” she assures her with a moan, and a pleased smile spreads across her face as Daniel slides in a second, and then a third. It’s a tight fit–Rashid was not exaggerating when she’d commented on the size of Daniel’s hands. They’ve been a source of pride and pleasure since she’d fingered her first girlfriend behind the poolshed on summer break back in 1968. Daniel slowly pumps them in and out of her until Rashid relaxes fully around them, before settling her hand on her thigh, fingers pointed upwards in the perfect position for Rashid to seat herself upon them.
“Why don’t you fuck yourself on my fingers, hon, give me a proper show.”
Rashid needs no further encouragement as she settles in for a ride, bracing her hands on Daniel’s shoulders.
“That’s perfect, sweetheart,” Daniel croons, crooking her fingers in a come-hither motion. She must hit her sweet spot, since Rashid practically squeals above her, rocking her hips down to take Daniel’s fingers down to the knuckle.
“Oh,” Rashid moans, her head tipping forward to rest against Daniel’s forehead. “Oh, Miss Molloy–”
Gloved hands slide from where they’d been deathgripping her shoulders to cradle the back of her neck. “Yeah?” Daniel responds, tightening her hold on Rashid’s waist. “You love taking my fingers, don’t you, sweet girl?”
Rashid nods furiously, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she tries to stifle her moans. She tightens around Daniel’s fingers at the pet name, hips stuttering out of rhythm as she grinds her clit against the bottom of Daniel’s palm.
“Say it,” Daniel says hoarsely, moving her hands from Rashid’s waist to palm at her breasts, thumbing over her dusky nipples. Rashid’s hands grasp desperately at the short grey curls on the back of her head, her chest arching into Daniel’s touch as if to ask please, more?
“Fuck, Daniel–”
“Say it for me, baby. Tell me you love riding my fingers.”
Rashid shakes her head, face twisted in pleasure as her cheeks somehow flush even deeper. “That’s so vulgar,” she whispers. Despite her demure words, she gyrates herself sinfully atop Daniel’s hand, her wet clutch squeezing around her soaked digits.
“Vulgar?” Daniel says in a mocking tone. “Sweetheart, you’re dripping all over me like a slut. I think we’re long past that.” As an incentive, she uses her free hand to rub teasingly over Rashid’s clit, relishing in the squeak it gets her. She moves her thumb in a steady circular motion, watching carefully for when Rashid’s legs begin to twitch involuntarily.
“Oh, I’m close–”
Cruelly, Daniel removes her hand and grabs her waist, forcing her movements to a halt. “Nuh uh, you have to earn that.”
Rashid’s mouth flattens, her jaw grinding petulantly. “Stop playing around,” she hisses, before attempting to rub at herself. Daniel slaps her hand away, raising a brow.
“I’m dead serious, babe.” Deliberately, her hand strokes along Rashid’s inner thigh before settling back on her clit. This time, she pets it mercilessly with her thumb, adding a hint of blunt nail that seems to drive her wild. At the same time, she lowers her head, kissing Rashid’s soft breast before suckling sweetly on her pert nipple. Her skin is so soft on Daniel’s tongue, and her taste is made even more delicious by the dulcet noises that she gasps out. Moving her thigh, Daniel encourages her to start chasing her own pleasure again. Rashid obeys without complaint, the muscles in her thighs straining as she drags herself upwards only to drop limply on Daniel’s fingers, over and over again. Every time, right before she reaches her peak, Daniel pulls her hand away and stills her movements.
“You know what you have to do,” she reminds her, again and again.
By the fifth missed orgasm, the denial finally gets the better of Rashid.
“I– hah, I love it! I love riding your–” She cuts herself off with a whine. “Please, Daniel, let me–”
Daniel shakes her head cruelly, taking her thumb off Rashid’s clit yet again. “You wanna cum? Say it properly. I’ll give you what you want, baby, all you gotta do is say it.”
A frustrated whine escapes her throat. “You mean to humiliate me,” Rashid sniffs, like Daniel’s meanness hasn’t kept her dripping wet and grinding herself on her fingers for nearly an hour. “Perhaps I should just wake Louis instead. She always lets me…”
Somehow, Daniel doubts that. “Mm,” she hums. “You could, couldn’t you. But Louis doesn’t give it to you as I can, doesn’t she? You’re tighter than a virgin, honey; when was the last time this sweet pussy was stuffed properly?”
Rashid averts her eyes, stilling before she answers. “A while,” she admits quietly.
Daniel tsks. “You’ve been neglected, poor baby. You wanna let me take care of you, love on you like you deserve?”
It might be a trick of the light, but Daniel swears she sees the sheen of tears welling up in her eyes. Rashid nods, tucking her chin to her chest. “I do,” she whispers. “I want y– it, so badly.”
“Say it, then,” Daniel whispers back, leaning forward to nuzzle her nose against Rashid’s. Her soft lips part as Daniel’s breath ghosts over them. The hands tangled in her curls clench then unclench, and Rashid’s throat clicks as she swallows.
“I love riding your fingers,” Rashid says, so quietly, like she’s sharing a secret. Their faces are so close together that the words seem to flow from Rashid’s parted lips straight into Daniel’s mouth. “I love how thick they are, how full they make me feel. I love it, Daniel, now please make me cum.”
Daniel swears at the admission before finally pressing her mouth to Rashid’s. Her girl tastes so sweet, whimpering into the kiss, sweeter than any drug under the sun. Helplessly, Rashid lifts herself an inch before sinking back down fully on her fingers, licking back into Daniel’s mouth when she pulls away slightly. “Such a good girl,” Daniel praises breathlessly between kisses. “So beautiful stuffed with my fingers, fuck, you’d take my cock so well too, wouldn’t you?”
The thought of donning her old strap for the first time in decades has Daniel thrusting upwards, forcing her fingers impossibly deeper into Rashid. The motion is rewarded with a punched-out moan, Rashid jostling at the feeling. Her knee, now properly straddling Daniel’s thigh, pushes up against Daniel’s crotch, and she grinds her clothed clit against it. Her denim jeans stifle the sensation a little, but it’s just enough to get to the edge right there with Rashid.
“Next time,” Daniel starts, pressing her thumb against Rashid’s clit as she stops bouncing and starts grinding her hips, forcing the digits inside her pussy to rub relentlessly at her sweet spot. “Next time, I’ll lay you out on my bed and eat your pretty cunt until you cry. Flip you over so you can ride my face, grind that sweet clit on my nose, then I’ll fuck you with the biggest cock I own.”
Rashid simply stares down at her with wide eyes, mouth open and drooling. She looks utterly blissful, hanging on to every filthy word that spills out of Daniel’s mouth. “Tell me more,” she demands sweetly. The strain in her voice lets Daniel know that she’s teetering on that fine line, ready to fall headfirst into pleasure. “What else- ah– what else would you do?”
Her dark curls are now matted against her forehead with sweat, yet Daniel doesn’t think she’s ever seen a prettier sight. If she were twenty years younger, maybe she’d pick Rashid up, throw her on the couch, suckle at her clit while fingerfucking her to completion. But she’s nearly on the wrong side of seventy, so Daniel satisfies herself with kissing at her jawline before dragging her mouth down to kiss at Rashid’s sensitive buds. “I’d keep you with me all the time,” she says between wet, open-mouth kisses. “I’d devote my days and nights to please you, sweetheart; you wouldn’t go a day without being satisfied.”
That seems to send Rashid careening over the edge–her thighs trembling as she throws her head back with a throaty cry. She gushes on Daniel’s fingers, clenching impossibly tight as her orgasm wrings her dry. Daniel soothes her as she writhes, kissing sweetly at her neck and petting her sides with strong, comforting hands. “There’s my sweet girl,” she murmurs, gentling Rashid as she sobs and grinds through the aftershocks. “You needed that so badly, didn’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll always take care of you.”
After what seems like an impossibly long moment, Rashid finally slumps against Daniel, worn out entirely. With a slow, steady movement, Daniel pulls out of her, smiling at the disgruntled noise Rashid makes at the loss. She wipes her fingers on her jeans before wrapping her arm around her.
“I should clean us up,” Rashid says eventually, but makes no attempt to get up. If anything, she curls smaller in Daniel’s embrace, tucking her head under her chin and sighing contentedly.
“Let’s stay like this for a while,” Daniel offers instead, carding her fingers through Rashid’s well-groomed curls. Despite their earlier activity, they still frame her face angelically. “There’s no rush.”
The comforting weight of Rashid dozing on her chest offers a feeling that Daniel has not felt in a long time. It warms her to her core, a sense of rightness that feels awfully familiar to her, yet she can’t put her finger on why. It tugs and pulls at the back of her mind, but remains frustratingly just out of reach.
“Stop thinking so loudly, beloved,” Rashid murmurs, words muffled against Daniel’s chest. Her voice pulls her back to reality. With a gentle kiss to her crown, Daniel relaxes into the couch, content to just lie together for a while.