C8 CROSSING BOUNDARIES - Part 2

Isa leaned in to give her roommate a searing passionate kiss before rational thoughts could prevent her from getting the craving she needed to satiate.

Emma gasped and pulled her away quickly.

“What the—” She started, but Isabella cut her off before she could finish her words.

“You know,” She murmured against Emma's lips, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, “you can do anything you want to me tonight.” Isabella dragged her pink tongue across her lower lip as she held Emma’s shocked gaze.

“Anything at all?” Emma asked with a mischievous smirk, then her fingers trailed lightly along Isabella's collarbone.

Isabella gave a submissive nod. Her soft curls bounced adorably.

Emma groaned at that. She was unable to resist the urge to lean in and press wet, hungry kisses along Isabella's neck.

“How come you're so naughty?” Emma grunted, her voice low and filled with the need to show Isabella exactly what she had signed up for when she agreed to anything.

“Reading lesbian spicy books is an unhealthy addiction that I have kept from you,”

Isabella revealed one of her deepest secrets with a moan, while she focused on running her fingers playfully on Emma's exposed thighs.

“Oh, I see. Since when have you been reading lesbian smut?” Emma squinted her hazel eyes at Isabella when her hand seemed to be getting bolder.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Isabella countered as she smiled up at Emma.

She couldn't bring herself to reveal that it was since the very first day they met.

“I want to try all the fun lesbian things with you,” Isa said as she moved closer, retaining that seductive eye contact.

Emma’s entire body was on fire, demanding any kind of release. But she was making an effort to hold it in. She knew if she crossed this bridge there was no turning back.

Crossing this boundary means she would have to give up her control.

It was a battle she was slowly losing because she could clearly see Isabella’s cleavage and that alone was driving her insane.

It was so inviting, like a pepperoni pizza. However she knew that she could never be satisfied with a one-night stand when it comes to Isabella, and she was damned sure about that.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me?” Isabella muttered seductively as she leisurely played with her spaghetti strap.

What’s wrong with her? I’m actually taking the initiative and she's refusing me. What’s so wrong about casual sex? Let’s see how long she can resist me. Isabella thought and her sensual moves became even more bolder.

“I wanted you to spank me as much as you want,” she said with a pout.

Isabella was aware that Emma didn't know how many times she had secretly peeped at her while she spanked the last girl she brought home.

Slowly rubbing her soft ass against Emma's jeans, Isabella moaned softly. She found the sensation so erotic that it sent shivers of pleasure down to her throbbing core.

“Hm... ahh,” she whimpered, lost in the moment.

“Isa, stop,” Emma's voice cut through the haze of Isa’s desire, her tone firm, but she ignored her.

“Why should I stop?” Isabella's voice was filled with an overwhelming blend of anger, hurt, and arousal as tears welled up in her eyes. “Don’t you want me? Or do I look so needy that my actions disgust you?”

When Emma remained silent, Isa bit her bottom lip hard. She raised her skirt, and spanked herself.

“If you won’t do it, I will do it myself.”

“I said fucking stop,” Emma bellowed, frustration evident in her tone as she reached out and wrapped her hands around Isabella's throat.

She exerted enough pressure to make her gasp for breath.

Isabella's blue eyes widened in surprise and arousal at the sudden intensity of Emma's actions.

“Oh-uh, got ya,” she said inwardly, a thrill of excitement coursing through her at Emma’s utter display of dominance.

“When I tell you to stop, you fucking stop. You get it!” Emma’s voice was commanding as she tore Isabella's blouse off with her free hand.

Isabella trembled at the unexpected action. Her thirst swirled in her eyes as she met Emma's intense gaze. She knew that she looked like a fucking needy brat right now, but her body couldn't stop quivering with desire and submission.

Emma swallowed at the bewitching sight before her. It was better than anything she had ever imagined. She hadn't even dared to imagine any erotic moment between them because she felt it would feel like accepting that she was nuts for her roommate, whom she assumed was a straight woman.

Now, Isabella was sitting on her lap, so eager and willing to accept any kind of pleasure from her. . .

Emma hadn't imagined this moment but she had a painting of it in her head since the very first she had no choice but to use Isa as her muse. It was an important, face-off painting and her body was just perfect for it.

Seeing her nude that day had ignited a primal need to dominate her, to possess her body in a way any man could never, and now it surged through her veins, overpowering all her rational thoughts.

“You want to be spanked? Fine, I will grant your wish,” Emma said and she flipped Isabella on the bed. She had her ass up in the air.

Isa’s short skirt hung between her waist.

Her fresh butt was exposed to Emma’s sparkling eyes. She was wearing a pink see-through thong.

Emma seethed with anger as she realized that Isa had gone to see that bastard like this.

“Now count to ten, for every spank you forgot to count, I will add five to the original ten.”

Isabella beamed and nodded happily. She knew she finally sparked up the dominant side of her roommate. She had secretly watched Emma use that tone on other women and now, she could experience it.

Finally!

The word chorused in Isabella's ears as Emma's hand came down on her ass.

“One…” Isa counted. “Two…”