Page 23 of Distrustful

"I'm so turned on, Trinidad," Maria pants wildly. "Fuck me hard."

Trinidad swallows hard, a jolt of arousal rushing through her as she tightens the straps around her hips. The base of the dildo presses against her own sex, sending another pulse of pleasure through her. She moves slowly at first, sliding in deep, all the way to the hilt. But once she's inside, she only thrusts slowly a couple of times before giving Maria exactly what she wants. She fucks her fiercely, her eyes glued to Maria's body as it shakes under her rhythm. Maria moans, gasps, and comes, her hands gripping the edges of the chair with a desperation that drives Trinidad even wilder.

Trinidad pulls back, ready to unbuckle the harness and leave as quickly as she did the last time. But Maria’s moans still echo in her mind, and she realizes she needs to hear them again. She grabs Maria’s hand and leads her to the other side of the chair. Trinidad sits down, and Maria climbs onto her lap, straddling her. Maria takes the toy in her hand, positioning it at her entrance, and slowly lowers herself onto it, her eyes locked on Trinidad’s. Trinidad’s breaths grow shallow, her heart pounding in her throat as her eyes narrow with intensity.

This time, Maria moves slower, letting her lips brush against Trinidad’s neck. Trinidad stays rigid, gripping the armrests, her chest rising and falling quickly as Maria leans in, her lips seeking hers. When their tongues meet, Trinidad lets out a soft moan, the first sound Maria has heard from her. Maria's hand slides over Trinidad’s chest, her fingers trailing lightly before pressing down on her left nipple. Trinidad shudders at the touch.

Maria pulls back from the kiss, studying her face, and for the first time, she notices something unexpected a flicker of fear in Trinidad’s eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" Maria asks, halting the slow grind of her hips, worried that, for some reason she can’t yet understand, Trinidad might be feeling uncomfortable.

"No," Trinidad replies firmly, grabbing Maria’s hips with both hands, urging her to move again.

Maria can’t look away from Trinidad's eyes now. There’s something in them that holds her captive, something that makes her forget about whatever Trinidad might be hiding. Her second orgasm builds slower this time. Maria realizes that if she moves gently, applying just the right pressure, Trinidad’s body reacts. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling more sharply. Maria adjusts her movements, finding a rhythm that matches Trinidad’s, until she feels the empresaria’s entire body tense. Trinidad presses her lips together, holding back a groan, but the soft, stifled sighs escape through her nose in a way that fascinates Maria completely.

When she catches her breath, Maria stands up and moves away, because the coldness has returned to Trinidad and the businesswoman can't look at her anymore. Trinidad loosens the straps and removes the harness before standing up.

"I'll see you around, Maria," she says when she reaches the door.

Maria rides between disappointment and frustration, neither understanding Trinidad's attitude nor herself, but again, tries to show the same coldness as the businesswoman.

"Aren't you giving me back my underwear?" she asks with an arched eyebrow.

Trinidad looks at her wrist and the left corner of her lip curves up.

"I don't think so," she says and opens the door.

Maria can't help a smile of satisfaction when she watches her leave.