The Shape of Her Name Pt. 10

Note.

A small heads-up before we begin: this chapter wanders briefly into pee kink territory. If that isn't your cup of tea (an unfortunate metaphor, now that I think about it), please feel entirely free to skip over those parts, and I hope you can still enjoy the rest. ❤️

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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY .

Mira woke by degrees.

First there was warmth. Then the slow, wet pull of Harper's mouth around her clit, gentle enough that for several long seconds it belonged more to whatever dream Mira had been having than to the room around her.

Her breath caught.

A small sound escaped her, hardly more than an exhale, but she didn't open her eyes.

Bonne fille.

The thought came sleepily. Her hand drifted down the length of her body, fingertips wandering over the warmth of her stomach, and then lower through the dark, sleep-mussed curls between her thighs, until at last they found Harper's hair.

Mira threaded her fingers into it, and then closed her fist. Harper made the faintest sound against her and Mira smiled.

She knew the grip would sting, but also new Harper would want that from her. So Mira tightened her fingers again and drew Harper more firmly against her.

She stretched beneath her with luxurious abandon, her free arm reaching high above her head into the cool emptiness of the bed, her back arching faintly from the sheets. Her legs lengthened on either side of Harper, toes pointing for a moment beneath the linen before relaxing again.

Another little whimper came from between her thighs. This one Mira felt. The vibration travelled warmly through her and drew a low, satisfied sigh from somewhere deep in her chest.

Her eyes remained closed.

There was something almost decadent about refusing to open them. About simply lying there in the pale morning light and accepting her girl's adoration. She revelled in the serene pleasure that her instructions from the night before were being carefully obeyed.

And then Harper did something that made Mira gasp sharply. Her eyes flew open and her legs bent reflexively, composure disappearing in an instant.

From between them came a muffled little giggle.

Mira looked down to find Harper gazing up at her, those impossible blue eyes shining with wicked amusement above the soft curls of Mira's pubes, her expression altogether too pleased with itself.

Mira stared at her for a moment.

"You did that deliberately."

Harper's smile widened as she nuzzled closer, her nose disappearing into the soft dark curls between Mira's thighs.

"Maybe."

Mira's eyebrows rose.

"Maybe?"

"I liked what it did to you."

The corner of Mira's mouth betrayed her.

"You are becoming very brave in the mornings, ma Harper."

"I thought you liked me brave."

Mira's fingers tightened gently in her hair.

"Sometimes."

Harper grinned.

Mira's gaze settled more firmly on Harper.

"But I like you obedient."

Harper considered this with theatrical seriousness.

"Those seem compatible."

A soft laugh escaped Mira before she could prevent it, and Harper positively glowed. That, more than anything, was her mistake. Mira's fingers tightened in her hair again, and Harper's expression changed at once. The playfulness remained, but something quieter moved beneath it now -- attentive and waiting.

Mira looked down at her for another long moment.

"You remember what I told you last night?"

Harper nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Harper blushed.

"Yes, Miss Laurent."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that from lips that are coated in me."

Mira closed her eyes again. "And what, precisely, were your instructions?"

Harper's voice lowered, almost to a whimper.

"To make you very happy."

Mira's eyes found her again, and she gave her a stern look.

Harper bit back another grin.

"To make sure you were completely satisfied before I was allowed to move."

"That's correct."

Mira settled back into the pillows. Her hand remained tangled firmly in Harper's hair, holding her exactly where she wanted her.

"So," she murmured, closing her eyes once more, "I suggest you stop congratulating yourself and get back to your purpose."

A tiny pause. Then, very softly, "Oui, ma Reine."

Mira nodded and released Harper's hair, settling deeper into the pillows as she brought both arms to rest above her head and spread her legs lewdly. Harper was very good at remembering herself once Mira reminded her.

"C'est bien, ma Harper."

And Harper was a very good girl. She settled herself more comfortably and returned to her task with renewed attention. She worshiped her Queen slowly, almost achingly, attentive to every tiny change in Mira's breathing, every tremor beneath her mouth, and every subtle tightening of her thighs resting around her shoulders. She knew this body better than her own, now. She knew when Mira was merely enjoying her and when pleasure was beginning to gather somewhere deeper.

And God, she tasted good.

Harper brought her close once. Felt Mira beginning to tighten beneath her, heard the change in her breathing, and eased away just enough to leave her hovering there.

Mira made a displeased little sound and Harper smiled against her.

The second time she was even more careful. She let Mira climb slowly, patiently, until the hand in her hair tightened and Mira's hips began moving with unmistakable purpose beneath her. Then Harper changed what she was doing again, experimenting with something softer, slower, drawing a long, frustrated moan from above.

The third time, however, Harper decided she probably ought not play with fire. There were limits to how far one should tease Mira Laurent before breakfast. Also, rather less majestically, Harper really needed to pee.

Mira's hand had returned firmly to the back of her head and Harper's tongue moved quickly, back and forth over her swollen clit. Mira shifted restlessly beneath her. Both of them were making sounds without seeming particularly conscious of it anymore. Harper's answering moans disappeared against Mira's body; Mira's came lower, rougher, stripped of any composure.

Then Mira spoke, and her voice was quiet with command.

"This time." She gasped. "No more games."

Harper's eyes lifted. Mira was looking directly down at her, and she moaned, letting Harper see how much she did to her.

"Finish what you started." She commanded.

Harper did. She couldn't answer properly without doing so, and stopping seemed an exceptionally poor interpretation of the instruction she had just been given. Instead she hummed her obedience against Mira and brought one hand down between her thighs.

Her fingers slipped through Mira's wetness before she crossed two of them carefully and pressed them inside.

Mira groaned and again, Harper answered her. She was so wet and warm around her fingers, so ready for her that there was almost no resistance. Harper pressed deeper, then began moving with a slow twisting rhythm, finding the motion that made Mira's thighs tense around her shoulders. All the while, her mouth remained exactly where Mira wanted it. There would be no teasing now. No clever little retreats. Harper loved to play, but she would never make Mira ask twice.

Mira's composure unravelled quickly. Her hips began moving beneath Harper in earnest, following her fingers and mouth rather than directing them. The hand against Harper's head tightened with something desperate in it.

Harper loved that. Loved knowing that the woman who could silence rooms with a glance could become this unguarded beneath her hands.

It happened only moments later. Mira's whole body suddenly drew taut. Her back arched from the mattress and a loud, raw cry tore from her, utterly shameless. Her fingers closed painfully in Harper's hair and smothered her to herself as curses in French and Arabic tumbled breathlessly together above her.

Harper understood almost none of it. Except her own name was there somewhere in the middle of everything, broken apart by Mira's pleasure.

That was enough. Mira came hard around her fingers, and Harper stayed with her through every trembling wave of it, gentling only when she felt Mira beginning to soften beneath her.

She refused to abandon what Mira had given her. Harper lapped greedily at the wetness spilling over her fingers, catching what she could with her mouth and swallowing it quickly. She licked and sucked with an almost ridiculous devotion. Nothing from Mira would be wasted. Not if Harper could possibly help it.

Eventually the fierce grip in her hair loosened and Mira sank heavily back into the pillows. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened across her collarbones and breasts, catching the morning light as her chest rose and fell with deep, gulping breaths. Harper remained between her thighs, her fingers moving more slowly now, no longer thrusting but soothing, her mouth gentling with them. Bringing her down. Taking the utmost, tender care of her Queen.

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Harper moved up the bed and immediately into Mira's waiting arms.

Mira gathered her close, wrapping both arms around her and drawing her against the warm length of her body. She kissed Harper's forehead once, then again, lingering there.

"Je suis très contente de toi." I'm very pleased with you.

Harper blushed again. It was ridiculous, really. After everything they had done together, after everything she had just done, those few quiet words could still make warmth bloom across her face.

She smiled and tucked herself into Mira's neck, and for a little while, neither of them said anything. Mira stroked slowly down the valley of Harper's spine.

"How did you sleep, mon trésor?"

Harper went still and then drew back just enough to look at her. Harper gave her a sheepish smile.

"I loved it."

Mira nodded as though that was without a doubt, and said as much.

"That was not my question."

"I know."

Mira waited and Harper sighed. The truth was, she had loved sleeping with her head nestled between Mira's thighs. Had loved it intensely.

Mira had fallen asleep surprisingly quickly. Harper had known exactly when it happened because the slow rhythm of her breathing had eventually acquired the faintest little snore.

Harper had lain there in the darkness and smiled. Her beautiful, terrifying, impossibly elegant Mira Laurent... snored. Only very slightly, though. And Harper had always treasured the discovery, even from early in their relationship.

Sleep itself, however, had proved rather more elusive. It was the novelty of her new sleeping position that had kept her awake, at first. And the intimacy of it. Then the sheer, overwhelming awareness of where Mira had placed her and expected her to remain. Harper had felt claimed. So utterly owned and kept. And it was one of the warmest feelings she'd ever encountered.

Even after Mira had fallen asleep and ceased consciously exercising any authority over her, Harper had remained exactly where she had been put. Something about that had gone frighteningly deep.

"I didn't sleep very well, though." Harper eventually admitted.

Mira's fingers continued their lazy journey along her back.

"No? Why not?"

"You."

One elegant eyebrow rose and Harper hurried on.

"Not in a bad way. You just... kept moving." She looked down at Mira's naked breasts and moved to nuzzle into their soft warmth.

"I was asleep."

"I know."

Throughout the night Mira had closed her thighs around Harper, opened them again, stretched, shifted sideways and, at one point, rolled completely onto her stomach.

Harper had minded none of it.

She had loved waking to the soft pressure of Mira's thighs around her head. Loved opening her eyes in the darkness and smiling giddily when she remembered where she was. She loved breathing in the warm, intimate scent of Mira that seemed to have settled into her very lungs by morning.

And when Mira had rolled onto her stomach... Harper hesitated. Mira noticed immediately.

"And?"

Harper's face grew hotter.

"And I used your bum as a pillow."

There was a beat of silence before Mira laughed and Harper buried her face against her neck, again.

"You were asleep!"

"I am not objecting, habibti."

"You're laughing at me."

"I am enjoying you."

"That's worse."

Mira kissed her temple, still smiling. Harper had, in fact, discovered that Mira's bum made an exceptionally comfortable pillow. Unfortunately, she had discovered something else as well. Something considerably less conducive to sleep. Her hand, which had been wandering absently over Mira's chest as she spoke, stopped.

Mira glanced down at it and then back at her.

"There is more."

Harper swallowed shyly. She knew she could tell Mira anything. She knew that she wanted to.

"I had thoughts."

"About my bottom?"

Harper shut her eyes.

"Yes."

"What sort of thoughts?"

"Mira."

Harper groaned and then tried to explain. Haltingly.

She told Mira about lying there with her cheek against the warm softness of her, and how desperately she had wanted to touch, to knead those firm curves beneath her palms.

That part hardly qualified as a confession. Mira was already painfully aware of Harper's feelings about her bottom.

But then she took a breath and stumbled on. Because there had been something else. A deeper curiosity, far more difficult to confess. She had wanted to part those beautiful curves and discover Mira there too, simply because there was still some small, secret part of her she had never been permitted to explore.

As the curiosity had flowed over her, she had shifted closer, holding her breath, until her face rested just above that most private place between Mira's cheeks. There, in the darkness, Mira's warm, earthy scent had risen gently to her.

And Harper had breathed it into her lungs deeply.

That was the part she was struggling to explain. Because instead of having her curiosity satisfied, being there, in that place, had consumed her.

By this point Harper was stumbling over almost every second sentence. Mira said very little. She merely listened, one hand travelling slowly over Harper's shoulder blades while Harper's fingers resumed their absent-minded exploration of her breasts.

"And you did not explore me?" Mira eventually asked.

Harper looked up at her.

"You hadn't told me I could."

Something in Mira's expression changed. The amusement remained, but beneath it came a deeper warmth. Harper had desperately wanted to go further. Mira could hear that much in every nervious word of her confession. And still, even with Mira asleep and unaware, she hadn't.

"No," Mira said softly. "I hadn't."

So Harper told her how she had left her sleeping Queen undisturbed. Mostly. Her thoughts had left her far too restless to sleep for quite some time afterward, until eventually she had dealt with her own increasingly uncomfortable arousal simply so that she could settle again.

By then Mira had rolled onto her back once more, and Harper had returned obediently to the place she had been given between her thighs. She laid her cheek against the soft curls there and, at last, drifted back to sleep.

By the time she finished telling her, Harper's face was crimson, and she could barely meet Mira's bright gaze. But there was only warmth there. That quiet, unmistakable pleasure Mira took in her.

Harper knew now that she could confess the most private workings of her desire while curled naked against Mira's body, blushing furiously, touching her without thought, and Harper might have stayed there forever.

Then her bladder attacked.

Harper jerked upright. "Oh, God."

Mira startled beneath her. "What?"

Harper was already scrambling out of her arms.

"I have to pee."

"Now?"

" Very now."

Whatever tenderness Harper had been luxuriating in was immediately abandoned as she clambered from the bed.

"I'll be right back."

Something flickered across Mira's face.

Harper noticed it, but the situation was far too insistent for her to stop and investigate. She hurried across the room, disappearing into the ensuite. She had barely stepped through the doorway and reached back to pull the door closed when Mira's voice followed her.

Casual, but edged with that quiet authority Harper knew meant obedience was expected.

"Leave the door open, my love."

Harper stopped.

"I want to hear you."

Harper paused for an instant in confusion. But then, let go of the door. She was far too desperate to give the instruction much thought. She crossed quickly to the toilet, sat down and finally let herself go.

The relief was immediate. So was the noise. Harper stared fixedly at the opposite wall as the embarrassingly substantial evidence of just how long she had been holding it filled the otherwise quiet ensuite.

Good god.

Mira could hear all of this. Her cheeks grew hotter. From the bedroom came nothing. Somehow, Mira's silence made it considerably worse.

Eventually, blessedly, the sound dwindled away. Harper remained sitting there for another moment. And now that the emergency had passed, her mind finally caught up with what had just happened.

Leave the door open... I want to hear you...?

Her teeth found her lower lip. Slowly, despite herself, a shy little smile appeared. She glanced towards the open doorway. What exactly was happening here?

Just then, Mira appeared and walked in without hesitation. She did not knock or ask. Between them, those boundaries had now ceased to exist. There was nowhere Harper would deny her.

She had slipped into her ankle-length robe but left it untied, the fabric hanging loosely from her shoulders and drifting gloriously open around her bare body as she entered the small room.

Harper stared.

Fuck. Really? Still?

She had just spent the night between those powerful thighs. She had woken tangled in those long legs. And, only minutes ago she had been curled against that divine body, dreamily stroking her breasts as though touching this woman were the most ordinary thing in the world.

And now Mira walked through a bathroom doorway and Harper's poor little heart promptly suffered another seizure.

Yes, we have been here before.

No, apparently she is never getting better at this.

Mira stopped before her, her eyes travelling over Harper's face as a knowing smile touched her lips. She knew that look. There was nothing subtle about Harper's desire. It was written in large block letters, bold and underlined and italicised... and Mira seemed perfectly content to stand there for a few moments and simply let herself be looked at. Desired, and adored.

Then Mira inhaled slowly through her nose, deliberately drawing in the lingering scent Harper had left in the room. Something almost mischievous touched her mouth.

"I think," she said, "we have a couple of further things to discuss about our desires."

Harper looked up at her, utterly stupefied. Her lips had fallen slightly open, and a touch of drool threatened at one corner of her mouth. She caught it with her tongue and swallowed, attempting with very limited success to reassemble herself.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhmm."

Harper reached instinctively for the toilet paper and tore off a few squares.

Mira watched her, and something in her posture changed. The playful ease left her shoulders and she seemed to draw herself a little taller, one hip rested lightly against the vanity, and her untied robe fell open along the long line of her body. Her smile faded.

"Harper."

Harper stopped and looked up, the paper still held in one hand.

Mira's green eyes had darkened. There was open desire there now, along with the deepening pleasure she took in giving Harper an instruction and knowing, even before the words left her mouth, that Harper would obey.

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