Innocent Lamb

Zazie has spent her teenage years scrubbing floors for her stepmother Amirah Adara. Amirah rules their small apartment like a dark queen. At breakfast she spreads her legs without speaking. Zazie drops to her knees, tongue sliding over smooth lips until the domina shudders and walks away. The rest of the morning Zazie practices lines from worn video tapes. Each time she mouths them properly she earns another cruel kindness. Amirah bends her over the dining table. One slick finger pushes past the tight ring, then two, three, teasing deeper until Zazie whimpers but is never allowed to finish. Steam fills the bathroom after lunch. Water runs over pale skin while Amirah scrubs every inch. Fingers slip along cunt and crack until they shine. Then she drags the girl onto the tiles and presses one delicate foot between her own wet folds. The sole rubs, kneads, slides until the older woman comes again, hips twitching around that small foot. Night draws them to the bedroom. Amirah props herself on pillows with a book while Zazie crawls between her thighs. Soft kisses trail along tan arms, down strong calves, then center on the slippery heat Amirah guides her to. The taste pulls a low groan from Zazie’s throat. They shift onto their sides and lock legs. Two slick cunts grind, slap, roll together until both bodies jerk hard. Sweat cools on their skin. Amirah slips to the shower, leaving her phone glowing on the sheets. The screen lights up with messages Zazie has never read. Old videos, maps, live cams of people she has never met. Every new image pulls another thread from the web of lies she has lived inside.