Satisfaction Guaranteed - Chapter 7

Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/satisfaction-49442307
Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/satisfaction-2-50992472
Chapter 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/satisfaction-3-52852207
Chapter 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/satisfaction-4-56288884
Chapter 5: https://www.patreon.com/posts/satisfaction-5-63978266
Chapter 6: https://www.patreon.com/posts/satisfaction-6-66466817


Tags: Fantasies, lots of fingering, sex in a muscle car, dirty talk, Kara gets Lena off repeatedly, and this is pretty filthy byeee.


Word count: 8,022



Visiting a private sex club was an experience that played on Lena’s unconscious mind. She dreamt of tight bindings around her wrists and a gag in her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered with visions of straddling a high arched leather seat and Kara rubbing her to climax over and over again. She tucked her arms tighter around a feather pillow to resist waking, and the last part she remembered was Kara uttering wild suggestions about breeding her while she was restrained.


It took a loud knock from downstairs to wrench her out of such a deep sleep.

Lena sat up and glanced around at Kara’s loft with the realization she slept over. She pulled herself out of bed and tugged on a robe as she hurried to get the door.


“Forgot my keys,” Kara explained around a large paper bag filled with breakfast and groceries. “I went to the shop across the street. You were making the cutest little noises in your sleep and I didn’t want to wake you.”


Lena blushed from her memories of the dream and turned towards the kitchen before Kara could pick up on her embarrassment. “I might have been dreaming of you.”

The amorous scent of her omega could have been from the night before and she hoped Kara would assume as much.

Lena would have played it cool if Kara hadn’t stepped up behind her to nuzzle into the nape of her neck.

A shiver worked down her back and the breath caught in her throat as Kara slid her hand down to cup her between the thighs.

Kara parted the soft velvet of Lena’s pussy lips just as she did the fabric of the robe. Her slit was slippery and hot, and Kara moaned in appreciation, crooking two fingers to massage into the stiffened little bud of Lena’s clitoris.

“They must have been some really nice dreams to leave you this wet. Was I touching you like this, Lena?” Kara kissed along the slope of Lena’s jawline while she loosened the knot of the robe to bare Lena’s breasts. She palmed one firmly and rolled the nipple as she rubbed at her clit.

The feel of Kara’s arms around her reminded her of the bindings, and Lena whined as she pressed her backside into her mate. She was less self-conscious after Kara groaned from the pressure, and she moved her hips to grind on the forming erection.


“Maybe I should leave you guessing for once,” Lena whispered, far too shy to say what transpired while she slept.

“Someone’s found a way to drive me crazy. I suppose I could just act out all of my guesses until you tell me I’m right.” Kara grinned against her throat and pushed two fingers into Lena’s cinching entrance. She pumped in slowly, spreading Lena’s walls with a third finger the second she parted her knees and leaned into the kitchen counter.

The internal massage lowered her inhibitions, and soon her pussy was tight around Kara’s fingers and spasming in response to the pinpointed rubbing. Her carnal juices made a mess of them both and glistened in the trimmed little patch of hair below her bikini line.

Kara hoisted her over a shoulder and carried her to the couch. Lena sank back with her legs bent and parted, and Kara resumed playing with her cunt. In a more prone position, Kara’s fingers slid deeper and filled up her clenching canal.

“It’s like you can read my mind,” Lena groaned and looked down at the ruby sheen between her inner lips. Her bright clit peaked up from its sensual little hood.

It drew all of Kara’s attention, and she massaged into it with her other fingers while she stroked Lena inside with a come-hither motion.

“Can you read mine, Lena?” Kara asked. “What am I thinking right now?”

Kara’s smile teased at her lips as she spread Lena’s wider by opening her fingers. The hot glaze of Lena’s slick coated them liberally, and she thrust upward to hit the sweet spot that brought Lena’s knees together in pleasure.

Lena obediently tried to hold them apart, her pelvis lifting with the penetration even as her thighs began to quake. She knew what to expect with Kara, the delay in gratification that would both frustrate and arouse her.

“You’re thinking about stopping, but you won’t–”

“Are you sure about that? I enjoy seeing you on edge.” Kara raised her brows playfully, but the intensity in her eyes kept Lena pinned to the couch. She moved her fingers faster just to make Lena breathless and brought her mouth to her breasts as they heaved.

“But you love getting me off more, and I’m already so wet for you,” Lena whimpered, her eyes lidded and unfocused as Kara puckered around her nipple to lavish it with her tongue.

The warm whorls coincided with the circles Kara rubbed against her clit, and Lena arched from the friction.

There was no way she would be able to hold off her climax and Lena groaned indulgently as Kara nosed into her neck to husk, “Then you had better come hard, Lena, or next time I’ll make you wait.”

Lena succumbed to back bending pleasure and fell against the cushions with a flushed face to writhe through her orgasm.

“I dreamt of you doing this while restraining me, and breeding my cunt—”

She admitted far too much during her breathless recovery and glanced up at Kara in shy concern. With her limited experience, she tended to doubt herself and she began to worry because Kara was quiet for more than a few seconds.

It wasn’t until Kara stood up that Lena saw the prominent tent of her pants, and the way her cock jerked against its confinement.

It soothed Lena on some level to know that it was arousing, even if Kara also appeared to be stunned.

“Well, that’s something I’d be happy to help you experiment with in the future,” Kara intoned carefully, as if she worried about pushing Lena into something she might later regret.  “For now, we can incorporate it into some fantasy foreplay. Do you think you’d like that?”

It was on the tip of Lena’s tongue to say she would trust Kara to actually do it, but she understood the importance of boundaries and nodded.

“I think it’s a good place to start,” Lena agreed as she sat up to tug Kara’s belt open.

She got no farther because Kara’s cell began to ring. Lena instinctively dropped her hands when Kara pulled the device out of her pocket with a concerned frown.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” Kara sighed and picked up after the fifth ring.

“Do you want me to go?” Lena whispered and pulled the robe about herself self-consciously, half expecting Kara to tell her their day together would be canceled.

Kara shook her head and laced her fingers through Lena’s to guide her back to the kitchen. She pulled out containers of food to offer Lena as she coached someone on the line, “Okay, remember the breathing exercises I taught you. Try to reduce your heart rate and then tell me what’s going on.”

Lena opened the food and tasted a savory dumpling that was packed with vegetables. She set up a plate for Kara to nibble in between talking one of her clients down from an apparent ledge.

It sounded like a man on the phone, and Lena wandered over to the fridge so as
not to cause any confidentiality issues.

After making several calm suggestions, Kara determined that an in-person session would be of more help.

“Everything will be fine,” Kara assured her client for a final time before clicking the phone off.

“Should I see myself out? It sounds serious with your client.” Lena lifted her robe and pulled it around her waist with plans of calling for her private car.

“Actually, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind coming with me. It shouldn’t take longer than half an hour.” Kara popped a soup dumpling into her mouth and made a content sound as she chewed.

Lena’s lips parted in surprise, and she blinked as Kara sucked at her fingers. She wondered if the taste of her still lingered, and if that was why her girlfriend’s eyes shut as she sighed.

Kara must have mistaken Lena’s silence for disappointment. “I know it’s not terribly exciting to sit in the car, but I promise to make it up to you afterwards. I fully intend to have the day with you.” She slid a cup of coffee towards Lena and perched on a stool with a single slice of cake that she held out in temptation.

“Only if you’re sure it won’t interfere with your work,” Lena exhaled, all too eager to accept a bite as Kara dug a fork into the moist sponge and gathered up a decadent amount of cream.

She licked her lips after sampling the cake and moaned as Kara leaned in to kiss her.

“It won’t, and then I’m all yours,” Kara whispered, smiling as she pulled back to feed Lena another bite.

Tagging along meant that Lena would have to put on more than a robe. She hurried upstairs to grab the change of clothes she remembered to pack for their weekend together.

Their shopping session from the day before provided her with plenty of options for bras and panties. Lena slipped into the sexy lingerie and chose a dark green dress to wear over it.

They took Kara’s muscle car, which Lena didn’t know existed until they wandered up the narrow street to a private garage.

“Why am I not surprised that this is your vehicle?” Lena scrutinized the flashy car and folded her arms across her chest.

“Because it’s the coolest one in the garage?” Kara countered and opened the door for her to slide into the smooth leather seat.

For the entire ride, Kara’s hand rested over the joystick or on Lena’s leg, and they drove through a tunnel to emerge in an upscale neighborhood. More than once, Kara’s fingers wandered under the hem of her dress to skim along the line of her thong. She liked the intimacy of it, and Kara’s calm confidence in touching her. Kara’s fingertips followed the tiny string of fabric without making direct contact with her skin.

“Are you trying to turn me into a horny mess right before you have a session?” Lena asked, smiling in spite of herself.

“I thought it would make the wait a little more exciting,” Kara supplied with a grin and glanced at the fabric that had bunched up around Lena’s thighs.

Distracting Kara while she drove wasn’t a wise decision, but Lena did it anyway by hiking her dress up. She slid lower in the seat, parted her legs, and gave Kara a glimpse of the thong that rested across her mound.


“I’d say it’s working, wouldn’t you?”

Kara exhaled a noise of longing, and Lena took immense pleasure in patting the solid bulge of her cock with faux sympathy. “Poor thing. We have to behave ourselves or your client will get the wrong impression.”

It was a good thing that they paused their flirty touching, because five minutes later Kara pulled into a driveway with an electronic gate. Lena admired the fountain in the garden and the stylish hedges around it.

Kara parked by the path that led up to a large front door and squeezed Lena’s thigh gently. “I know this isn’t how you expected to spend part of the day, but I’m so grateful you came with me. I’ll be as fast as possible.”

Lena watched curiously as Kara hurried up the front steps.

An alpha in his early fifties sprang out in a full suit with his tie askew and his short dark hair sticking up wildly from running his fingers through it. He slapped Kara on the back like he meant to usher her inside and paused when he saw Lena looking back at him from the car window.

“Hey, who’s that?” The client asked and motioned more with his chin than his hand.

Even from the car, Lena could hear the pride in Kara’s voice as she stated, “She’s my girlfriend.”

The man’s eyes widened in surprise, and he waved for Lena to get out of the vehicle. “Well, get her in here. You can’t just leave her in the car. Sweetheart, come inside.”

Lena hesitated until Kara gave her a nod of approval, and she was immediately swept up in introductions before she had even stepped foot in the large house.

“Lena, this is Morgan. I’ve known him for a while.”

“That’s her polite way of saying I’ve been her client for the longest time,” Morgan drawled and shook Lena’s hand in greeting.

“Well, I don’t share those details with anyone. Patient confidentiality and all that,” Kara stressed, making it clear that she wasn’t about to start the session in front of Lena.

“I’m happy to wait outside,” Lena meekly insisted, much to Morgan’s amusement. “This is a private session.”

“You trust her?” Morgan asked, his eyes locked with Kara’s in curiosity.

“She wouldn’t have my heart otherwise.”

Kara’s honesty brought a blush to Lena’s cheeks and Morgan seemed content with the answer.

“That’s good enough for me. I’m sorry if I’ve ruined your date. I normally don’t call on the weekends, but there’s this omega.” Morgan gestured for them both to follow him, as if his trust in Kara was so far reaching that it encompassed Lena into the therapy session. “I’ve seen her a few times, out for dinner and all that jazz. I know I could fall in love with her, and she’s coming over tonight.”

“You’re worried about what might happen once she’s here?” Kara asked, her kind eyes and calm presence the complete opposite of Morgan’s manic anxiety.

He strolled over to a cabinet with drinks and poured Scotch for himself.

Kara lifted the glass out of his hand before he could so much as sip the liquid. “I
need you sober if we’re going to work through this together. Talk to me, what is your anxiety stemming from?”

“She’s an omega with a certain sophistication and class, and she has a very assertive side.” Morgan sighed and dug his fingers back into his mussed hair.

Lena wondered if assertive was code for sexually dominant and glanced at Kara without being too obvious about her piqued curiosity.

Kara seemed to understand a lot of her client’s tics and chose to wait it out for Morgan to relent and give them more information.

“I want the night to be perfect, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to give up that kind of control.”

Morgan’s complaint implied a lot, and Lena realized he was the straitlaced sort with desires that didn’t fit the norm.

“Remember what we discussed about taking things slow and communicating with your partner?” Kara prompted and recruited Lena as a teaching tool and prop.

Lena moved closer and eyed Morgan with concern that she would be of no real help.

“It’s good to practice open communication in your relationship, and that should extend to intimacy.” Kara locked eyes with her, and they held that form of contact until Morgan sighed again.

“I don’t know how to achieve that. I get uncomfortable, and then I just give up when the sex doesn’t live up to my expectations.”

Kara kept her posture open and friendly, and it went a long way in showing that she wasn’t judging him. She poured Morgan a glass of water and gently pried, “Have you been vulnerable with her at all?”

“You mean have I told her of my sexual proclivities?” Morgan scoffed, his bravado and sneer all reflexive as he postured in arrogance. It fell away a moment later, his entire demeanor caving in on itself as he hunched over and gripped the back of a chair.

“All she’s seen of me is this. She admires my cutthroat business practices and my aggressive approach with deals. She’s going to expect that I’m every bit in charge in the bedroom, and if I tell her I’m not,” Morgan’s lips twisted in a pained grimace and the subtle scent of misery wafted off him along with his expensive cologne.

“Control isn’t about aggression. You’ll still be the one with all the power,” Kara interjected with a small smile that made Morgan meet her eyes. “The illusion of giving it up is in your hands, not hers, and if she’s comfortable showing her assertive side already, there’s no reason why you can’t take a small step in that direction by broaching the subject.”

“Being vulnerable with the right person can be empowering,” Lena offered conversationally, and then froze as both Kara and Morgan turned their attention onto her. She nervously twisted her fingers and swallowed her apology as she realized they were waiting for her to continue.

“I didn’t really understand it myself until I experienced it, and maybe you shouldn’t be taking advice from someone who isn’t a professional. But, speaking as an omega, knowing that my alpha trusts me enough to be vulnerable is special. It makes me feel safe to be vulnerable in turn, which has never come easy to me.”

Morgan nodded along as though he valued her input and then restlessly tugged at his tie like he couldn’t breathe. “Say I try that. Opening up, and she rejects me. How am I supposed to handle that? What if she goes around telling everyone I’m not alpha enough? I’d be ruined.”

“Well, for starters, you don’t tell her everything tonight. You test the waters responsibly and take it from there.” Kara instructed and crossed her arms as she doled out advice. “The problem isn’t what you like, Morgan, it’s how you associate it with weakness. It doesn’t make you less of an alpha to know yourself. There’s nothing more alluring than someone who is self aware and confident about it. Don’t assume she’s going to reject you. You’re still getting to know her, so give her the chance to get to know you, too.”

Somehow, no matter the distress of her client, Kara provided tips and coping mechanisms that worked. Morgan shared his anxieties one by one, and Kara unburdened him with exercises and behaviors to put into practice.

Lena began reflecting on Kara’s pep talk and applying it to their situation.

At the end of the session, they settled back into the car and Lena thought about the extreme sexual fantasies in her dreams. She played with the strap of her seatbelt and stared out the window until she figured out how to bring up their discussion from earlier.

“You told Morgan to do a lot of the things you’re already doing in our relationship.” Lena twisted her fingers from nerves and glanced over at her girlfriend’s face. “You were great back there. You really helped Morgan, but I think you also helped me. In past relationships, I struggled to communicate my desires. I didn’t even know I had so many desires.”

Kara’s eyes never left the road, but her hand shifted from the gearstick onto Lena’s knee and slid under her dress. It ruffled with the subtle movement, bunching over Kara’s knuckles as she sensually massaged at Lena’s thigh.

“Do you want to talk about them, Lena? Or should I start with my own?”

It would be an easy out for Lena to let Kara go first, and while it was tempting, she didn’t want to fall back into old habits. She nibbled on her lip and reclined into the seat with a bashful glance at Kara through her lashes and clasped Kara’s hand to move it closer to her cunt. “I think we should discuss them at length.”

Lena teased her fingertips over Kara’s hand as she stared at the tent of arousal in her pants. “You’re hesitant with me and I understand why, but sex with you isn’t just exciting because it’s all new, Kara. It’s exciting because you make me feel safe to explore. I know you’re worried I’m not ready to experiment with certain things, but I know myself very well and you should trust me to make those decisions for myself. Can you do that?”

It might have been absurd to use Kara’s own methods against her to get the results she wanted. Lena didn’t mean any harm by it, though she did hide her grin as Kara tensed from thinking it over.

“Yes, of course–”

“Good,” Lena cut in, applying all the seduction tactics she had gleaned off of Kara by presenting a confident front in spite of the nervous patter of her heart.

She inched her dress up higher, and tucked Kara’s palm against her cunt to feel the slick heat. “Because I can’t shake my dream from this morning.”

Evidently neither could Kara, if the swollen state of her cock was a clue. It strained solidly across her thigh, and she shifted to peer at Lena. “Was it being bound and helpless or the idea of me breeding you that got you so hot?”

“Oh, that wasn’t all that happened. I’m not sure you could handle the mental image of it while you’re driving,” Lena coquettishly insisted and sank lower in her seat.

If she was bolder, she would have propped a heel on the dashboard or shimmied out of her panties, though it seemed unnecessary given the lustful scents between them.

“Well, now you have to tell me or I’ll pull over to get all the juicy details.” Kara threatened playfully and pushed aside the panty that clung to Lena’s glistening mound. She parted Lena’s labia with the tip of her middle finger and rubbed swirls around her clit. “What other kinky things were taking place, Lena? Was I edging you while you were bound, or did I make you come so much you couldn’t take it?”

The prospect of Kara fucking her until she had to tap out appealed to Lena. She gasped as Kara stroked over her concealed little pearl.

“You had my wrists tied, Kara, and you had me perched high on a raised leather seat so my pussy was presented for you. I was gagged, but it didn’t stop me from pleading and moaning for more.”

“Pretend you have one on and let me hear how you’d sound,” Kara instructed and waited for Lena to press her lips together before pushing two fingers into her faintly contracting entrance. She thrust into Lena slowly, crooking her fingers just enough to glide over the specific place inside that made Lena writhe.

Kara directed the car to a safe place on the roadside and pounded her fingertips into the receptive little spot in Lena’s pussy.

Lena welcomed it with internal pulsations and soft whimpers. For as much as she had tried to keep the conversation light, and their actions innocent, she was soon sliding her thong off her legs without removing her heels.

“I’m going to want you to take your dress off. Are you comfortable with that?” Kara glanced at the vacant backseat and the parkway around them which happened to be less busy than expected for a weekend.

They were on the shoulder of the road, a large tract of asphalt near a lot of trees and long grass.

In spite of the privacy and tinted windows, Lena still turned a bashful pink from her face to her chest as she nodded, and Kara slipped her dress off over her head.

It felt naughty to sit on the edge of the road with her breasts and cunt out. Kara rubbed her nipples to rosy perfection and continued to work her fingers into Lena’s creamy walls.

“Did I touch you like this, Lena? How many times did you come?” Kara massaged her clit to the precipice of satisfaction and her skin burned hot from want of sex.

“You rubbed me and bred me so much that I woke up sensitive just from the thought of it,” Lena lilted with a longing glance at Kara’s cock. “It’s a shame you only got to feel that with your fingers when you came home.”

She caressed the outline of the stiff member through Kara’s pants and whined at how fast Kara restrained her wrists with one strong hand.

The seat reclined with a touch of a button and Kara left her sprawled across it, supine and on display with three fingers spreading Lena’s pussy open. She pumped through the tremors that tightened Lena’s walls and flicked at her clit with the soft pad of her thumb. “Then maybe instead of making you wait to prolong your pleasure, I should overload you with it. I could have you count how many orgasms I give you.”

“And if I forget?” Lena groaned, breathless as she undulated into the fast thrust of Kara’s skilled fingers.


The slightest increase of pressure on her wrists gave her the illusion she craved, and she pushed back against Kara as if testing her bonds.

“I’ll make you start over. You’re mine to do as I please with, all tied up and ready to be taken however I want,” Kara huffed against her throat where a soft mauve outline of her mouth remained from last night.

Lena bucked a little and whimpered from the lightest bite. She begged as her cunt contracted in the grip of a pleasure so powerful her thighs began to tremble. That extreme satisfaction seemed unsurpassable, but as Kara slipped her fingers out to run them over Lena’s clit, she knew she needed more.

“One,” Lena moaned shamefully and looked at the dewy place between her legs.

If anyone passed them on the road, they might see how Lena undulated and writhed. Kara curled her fingers and slammed them into her in a coordinated motion. Her back arched and lifted her hips into Kara’s harder thrusts that stretched her pussy and left her groaning. She moved involuntarily and her long dark hair fell around her shoulders, loosened from a tight bun.

Kara brought her to orgasm again and again, and they steamed the windows with body heat. It wore her out, and Kara revived her by asking her to slide into the backseat. With all of the spaciousness, she could lie down and Kara had more room to handle her.

It still amazed Lena how effectively Kara could control the power dynamic simply by being fully clothed while she was naked. She considered it as the alpha stepped out of the car to join her in the back. Lena raised her knees up to hold them apart so the first thing her girlfriend saw when she got in was her beautifully soaked cunt, still quivering and open and vibrantly rouge from being used.

“Is this your way of begging me to breed you, Lena?” Kara rasped, her tone authoritative as she unbuckled her belt to finally shuck down her pants. It was all an act for Lena’s benefit, the cool demeanor of a dominant alpha, but the one thing Kara couldn’t control was her own excitement.

The erogenous tip was glazed with arousal and left a wet patch on Kara’s briefs. She thumbed the elasticized waistband down and freed her length with a quiet moan, and gave Lena a chance to appreciate how it throbbed before taking it in hand to stroke.

“You know what I’m like in heat. Look what you’ve done to me.” Lena pouted as she worked her inner muscles, teasing Kara with how wet and tight she would be wrapped around her cock.


They both knew she wasn’t in heat, but it played right into her fantasy of being bound and rutted, and it stoked Kara’s breeding kink.

“I’m only just getting started,” Kara bragged. “You’ll have to come on my cock at least three times before I even think of giving you my knot.”

Judging by how her cock already plumped at the base, Kara probably wouldn’t last that long before popping one. She climbed onto the back seats to slot herself into Lena’s cunt and groaned as the enveloping heat sheathed the broad helmet of her cock.

Lena fluttered around the wide intrusion and raked her nails along Kara’s shoulders in gratitude. She breathed out as Kara’s length smoothly slid deeper and retreated. The incomplete thrusts were pleasurable, and Kara became more passionate and forceful as Lena relaxed her inner clenching.

“I want to be everything you need,” Lena whispered against the heat of Kara’s lips. “Restrain me, breed me, make me think of nothing but your cock.”

She listened to the lewd sound of Kara rutting her unprotected pussy. Breeding had never been part of her fantasies in the past, but she loved the idea of having more raw sex with Kara. It filled her with a strange feeling of pride as Kara throbbed inside of her. Seed splashed against her cervix and against her inner lips.

Kara rubbed the rest of it from her shaft and then spread Lena’s labia apart to look inside at the sensual mess she left behind. “Is this how I should keep your pussy, Lena? So full and slippery with my seed?”

Lena would have agreed even if Kara hadn’t reached into the front of the car to retrieve her clutch. Kara pulled out the sleek little compact mirror she had watched Lena use plenty of times, and held it open to give Lena the perfect view of her cunt.

It excited her to see herself so thoroughly aroused and saturated in Kara’s seed, and they both moaned as she experienced a sudden internal spasm. Her clenching forced some of Kara’s essence to pool around her entrance, and Lena pushed it back inside and spread two fingers to hold her pussy open.

“There isn’t enough yet, is there, Kara?” Lena whispered, her breaths labored from carnal greed as she flaunted all of the space inside her cunt that ought to be filled. “I know how visually stimulated you are. Don’t you want to leave me overflowing?”

It went without saying that Kara got off on the suggestion, because her cock seemed thicker, and it dripped with opalescent desire. Lena wanted all of it, and though her omega pleaded to be mounted, she leaned up on her elbows to gorge herself first.

She surprised them both with her voracious pucker, her lips stretching over the wide glans as she took Kara into her mouth with wanton desperation to take her cock any way she could.

She licked over the tiny slit and moved her tongue down a rigid vein. Kara’s thighs tensed in response to her kisses, and she could tell that this unexpected oral teasing was an act of submission that her mate wouldn’t soon forget.

“I love having your taste on my tongue.” Lena slurped without any embarrassment and moaned at the rapture on Kara’s face.

She relaxed her jaw and cajoled Kara’s thick pleasure to spill down her chin. The orgasm coincided with the rock of her own pelvis, and Lena kept her mouth open and eyes focused on Kara.

It was perhaps the most pornographic thing Lena had ever done, and Kara was both enthralled and taken aback by it. Her alpha won out over her decency, and Kara combed her fingers into the messy bun that was now loosened to encourage Lena to continue licking at her shaft.

“And I love seeing you covered in it.” Kara’s unfiltered response was practically a growl as she rubbed her essence over Lena’s breasts. She fondled them firmly, taking full palmfuls to squeeze in appreciation.

Kara painted whorls around Lena’s nipples before tugging each one like she was reveling in the chance to be dominant.

With the wrong alpha, it could have been degrading, but Kara’s pride was centered entirely on Lena, and they fed off one another’s pleasure.

Kara coaxed her back down onto the leather seats and kissed her neck, biting under Lena’s jawline as she lined up to thrust inside of Lena. “Let’s see what you can take, Lena. Maybe I’ll buy you something to keep your pussy full and ensure nothing spills out until I allow it.”

The turgid heat of Kara’s cock pushed Lena’s labia into a widespread, and she gasped at the forceful roll of Kara’s hips. Lena tangled her legs around them and gripped at her back with excitement in her core. She raised her pelvis to accept the powerful charge of Kara’s thrusts and imagined what it would be like to function with several loads of Kara’s seed inside her pussy.

“What if I was at work and you did that? Would you keep me full all day long, Kara?”

She came again from the fantasy of sitting at her desk with her panties soaked in arousal and seed.

The orgasm was more of a seduction, and she rocked herself into Kara’s rougher bucks to press the tip of her cock deeper. Lena craved Kara’s release like she needed it to be fully satisfied with her own.

“At work I’m the boss, but I want you to be the boss of me,” Lena breathed out sharply and trained her eyes on Kara. “I want you to know you can have me any time of the day — and not just to keep me on edge. You can stop by when you’re in the mood to use me like a toy—”

She whispered the filthy ideas in case she sounded ridiculous and whimpered as Kara slipped two fingers under her chin and brought her in for a kiss that cut her off. It turned out to be a blessing that she couldn’t say another word, given her lack of filter.

She nipped at Kara’s lip and opened her mouth so their tongues could meet. They swapped a moan or two as Kara ploughed her into the backseat, and Lena writhed as the atmosphere between them shifted.

Kara’s shaft expanded at the bottom, and the swollen girth stretched her even more. Lena couldn’t keep her legs wrapped around Kara quite so tightly, though she tried with every upward gyration.

“Make no mistake, every inch of you is mine, but I don’t ever want to hear you say you’re a toy.” Kara held her by the chin to keep her attention and released her with another kiss.

Lena felt a little reprimanded for her choice of words and at the same time enthralled by Kara’s ability to correct her without being harsh.

She rested her hand on the back of Kara’s neck and moaned as they took a slower pace. They were making love, and she had the trembles from the distinction between the kind of sex they had before and the kind of sex they were having now. All of it was rooted in their emotions and meaningful attachment to each other, but she knew their connection was strengthening along with their communication skills.

“Hold me closer and let your knot take. I want to feel inseparable from you.” For all of the raunchy things they had just said to one another, Lena was embarrassed most of all by her request made in the heat of the moment. She buried her face into Kara’s shoulder and tried to calm her breath as her heart thumped erratically in her chest.

She didn’t expect Kara to groan any more than she expected the swift change in their position. Instead of being spread out beneath Kara, she was suddenly above her. She sprawled across her chest as Kara took command of her hips to keep them moving.

The knot would lock them together soon enough, but they both put in effort to stop it just so they could continue.

Lena’s clit stroked over the wide base of Kara’s cock. She gasped at the friction as Kara angled her pelvis to ensure it kept happening.

“How many times have come so far?” Kara asked, her grin far from innocent as she brushed her lips against Lena’s cheek and clutched her waist.

“You didn’t really expect me to count, did you?” Lena uttered in surprise, her nearing climax making her jaw drop.

“No, but if you give me twenty minutes, I would gladly start all over.” Kara’s laughter changed to a groan. She restrained Lena with her grip while her cock jerked and flooded Lena’s tunnel with seed.

Lena was about to join her in climax, and the only thing that threw her off was the sound of her phone ringing.

She ignored it and moved her hips in faster little rotations that elicited a groan from her. Her orgasm was hanging in the balance, and her body needed it, so she refused to stop. She put her back into the frantic motions, and her thighs rubbed against Kara’s as she spasmed powerfully inside. The inner restriction of her pussy made it impossible for Kara’s knot to slide out.

Lena settled on it and whimpered as it widened to the fullest inside of her. “It seems we’re going to be here for a little while.”

She figured they would hang out and look at the sky through the tinted windows until the knot reduced.

The clouds drifted overhead like big floating suds, and Lena emptied her head of worries as she relaxed with Kara.

She didn’t expect the phone to ring again or that her friends would send her multiple texts expressing their concerns.

Sam messaged her repeatedly:

Lena, you’re not picking up. You haven’t responded to a text all day. What’s going on??

Andrea was next:

You’re MIA and we want to get drinks.

Lena sighed as a twinge of guilt threatened to ruin her post-bliss mood, though she scoffed at the next text that came through from Andrea.

If you don’t pick up, I’m filing a missing person’s report.

Kara must have noted the change in her pheromones, since she tried to raise herself onto her elbows to check in with Lena. “Is something wrong?” She asked, her genuine concern pulling a smile out of Lena.

“Not exactly,” Lena confided and flicked her lashes as she scrolled through several other messages she had missed. “My friends are wondering where I am. I might have blown them off a few times in a row and they’re getting concerned. We were going to grab lunch–”

“But I grabbed you first,” Kara concluded, furrowing her brows as she frowned.

Lena shrugged, her cheeks still rosy from their mating and cunt still pleasurably full, in spite of the conflicting schedules she had been keeping. “It’s not a big deal. I can reschedule.”

“No, Lena. I don’t want to ever prevent you from spending time with your friends. I’ll drop you off wherever they are once my knot softens and you can text me later.” Kara’s tone was firm, yet her hands were soft as they caressed along Lena’s back. The comforting musk of her alpha reflected contentment and it soothed Lena’s omega into a calmer state.

Ten minutes later and after one awkward phone call with her friends, Kara helped her back into her dress and smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric.

Lena touched up her makeup after wiping off her chin and neck with some wipes Kara kept in the glove box. She made herself as presentable as possible after spending an hour by the roadside getting rawed. Kara gawked at her as she drove, and Lena ultimately left her tousled hair down.

At the very least, Lena was relaxed and happy by the time Kara pulled into the parking lot of a little bistro with outdoor seating.

Kara got out of the car first to open the door for Lena, and their lips barely touched in a goodbye kiss when her friends whistled and hollered to make a scene.

Kara pulled back with a laugh, and Lena blushed and hid her face behind the wavy curtain of her hair.

“I’ll kill them for that,” Lena mumbled, suddenly meek in front of a crowd.

“Go have fun and call me later,” Kara encouraged with a grin. She was all set to get back into the car when Sam approached.

Sam clutched her shades in her hand like she had forgotten to put them on in her rush over. She pointed them both to a table where Andrea sat. “Whoa, wait a minute, where do you think you’re going, Casanova? You’re invited, too.”

“Am I?” Kara asked at the same time Lena scoffed, “She is?”

“Well, yeah, we need to suss out this mysterious alpha who has been monopolizing all of our dear Lena’s time,” Sam teased with a smirk and linked her arm through Lena’s like she intended to playfully interrogate them both.

“We’re already two mimosas in, so you had better catch up,” Andrea stated and slid a glass towards Lena in greeting while her eyes raked over Kara.

Lena squinted at her friends’ concerning behavior and they stared right back at her.

Jess returned from the bathroom at the convenient time to sip a mimosa and settle on the opposite side of the table. It looked like Lena’s best friends were panelists at an event instead of just a group of pals getting lunch together on their day off.

“Gosh, the two of you have been going at it all morning long, haven’t you?” Andrea criticized them with a dramatic wave of her hand to waft the scents of their pheromones straight back into Lena’s nostrils.

“We’re both adults and I don’t see why it’s any of your business,” Lena sniffed and pulled a mimosa from their platters of drinks. She tasted the sweet tropical flavors and let the alcohol work her into a calmer state.

“Hey, we’re not anti-you-getting-some,” Sam assured them and sliced into a huge waffle covered in syrupy fruit and whipped cream. “We just have to make sure Kara has good intentions, because you don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to dating, and you have zero experience with alphas—”

“Not to mention, most alphas are just interested in sex,” Andrea commented, not even trying to hide the fact that she was checking out Kara’s arms and package. “This isn’t just a casual ongoing hook-up for you, is it? Because if you hurt Lena, you’ll have to deal with all three of us.”

“Don’t mind Andrea,” Jess intoned apologetically and slipped a hand onto her friend’s shoulder. “She’s just having some issues with a hot firefighter who didn’t return her calls.”

Kara took the bombardment with dignity and showed no signs of aggravation as she addressed the question thrown her way. “Ah, well, I have no intention of hurting Lena. I think she’s wonderful. I am sorry to hear you’re having trouble romantically, but umm — please don’t project that onto us.”

Lena sensed a certain protectiveness that came over Kara. It was intriguing, and she liked feeling Kara’s hand on the small of her back as she pulled out a chair for her.

“Spoken like a sex therapist.” Sam blinked and raised her glass to that. “So, Kara, help us get to know you better.”

Jess slipped a menu in front of Kara and propped her chin on her hand. “Order some brunch with us.”

Kara glanced at the list of options and sat down beside Lena. She picked both a breakfast and a lunch and tucked into the food like she already belonged. The mood at the table became friendlier after that.

“We figured you must be pretty special if Lena induced her heat for you.” Sam carried on the conversation, even with the smallest slur in her voice from drinking several mimosas.

Lena blushed as she realized she had never told Kara about sharing any intimate details with her friends. “That was sort of a spontaneous thing, but I have no regrets about it. I would do it again.”

“I’m happy that at least your auction date worked out.” Andrea downed the rest of her mimosa and pursed her lips from the tart flavor. “Maybe I need to sign myself up for sex therapy. I went into heat last week and my alpha didn’t even respond to my texts.”

Sam turned her eyes sympathetically toward their friend. “She’s probably just busy hosing down buildings.”

“Or other omegas,” Jess muttered against the rim of her glass.

“Did she mention any other prior engagements?” Kara questioned, scrunching her eyebrows together like she was taking notes in her head. “There might be a good reason she hasn’t replied. I would say it’s worth giving her the benefit of the doubt until you have another conversation. I spent some time backstage with all of the alphas who were offering dates that night. None of them seemed like they were the types who would take advantage of someone.”

Giving romantic advice was what Kara did for a living, and in many ways, Lena appreciated her caring qualities on both a professional and personal level. She picked up on a shift in Andrea’s attitude that came wholly from receiving Kara’s help.

Giving romantic advice was what Kara did for a living, and in many ways Lena appreciated her caring qualities. She picked up on a shift in Andrea’s attitude that came wholly from receiving Kara’s help.

Omegas at nearby tables started to glance their way, and Lena would have ordinarily reacted with jealousy. It surprised her that all she felt was a bursting pride that she was seeing someone with a natural compassion and drive for helping people.

It could have been hormones that had her in such a mushy, loving mood, but Lena believed it was more than that. She settled into a comfortable state of happiness and equilibrium that was rare given all of the stress factors of her line of work.

Lena held hands with Kara at the brunch table and didn’t mind that her friends teased her for it.

“As your best friend, I just want to say I approve of this relationship,” Jess whispered and pretended that their other friends couldn’t hear it. “I mean, you’re holding hands, how cute is that?”

“Hold on now, I need to dispute this,” Sam interjected and shot Jess a wrathful look. “I’m your best friend, Lena. I also think Kara is good for you. She’s brought out a different side of you and that isn’t a bad thing.”

Lena smirked as her closest friends vied to give their opinions, and she was about to order a slice of cake when she received another text.

Most of the important people in her life were sitting around the same table as her, and it was confusing to register the long message on her screen. She tucked her phone away before it drew anyone’s attention and excused herself to the bathroom to read it in private.

It took her a moment after closing herself into a stall to realize who sent it:

Lena — I got your number from a mutual acquaintance. I know this message will probably fall on deaf ears, but I have your best interests at heart. I don’t think you should be throwing yourself at Kara the way you obviously have been. I’m not being judgmental in saying that, and I realize it seems hypocritical of me since I’ve also pursued Kara. It’s just that she and I are alike in many ways. She blames me for never wanting to settle down and be monogamous, but I’m absolutely certain she didn’t tell you how many omegas she used to date. She gets bored easily and I’m afraid you’re just setting yourself up to be hurt. If you don’t believe me, just go check out her Instagram page and see how many times Kara has liked pictures that other omegas have posted. The next time you’re in her apartment, have a look at the stuff she keeps in the bottom drawer next to the bed. I’m not the villain she’s made me out to be and I hope this sets the record straight.  — Lucy.