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Normally Angela was relaxed afterwards, her mind as worn as her body after Fareeha used her. They’d lie tangled together and she’d drift off, dreaming of a future with the Egyptian. Tonight, though, despite the fact her body was limp with exhaustion her brain wouldn’t be still. It kept coming back to something Fareeha had said to her earlier that evening, before she’d fucked her ragged.
Finally, she gave in to her brain, giving her thoughts a voice.
“Fareeha?” she sounded hoarse. Fareeha had made her scream so many times, made her beg to be fucked up the arse. She'd have to claim illness tomorrow, knowing everyone respected her enough to take her at her word.
“Yes Habibti?” she murmured, kissing the top of her head with a gentle sweetness,
“What did you mean earlier, when you told me you needed this?”
Fareeha’s response was immediate, “You’re our doctor. Our brightest member. You take on the responsibility and have all of our lives riding on your actions and skill. You bear that weight all day every day. You need a place where you don’t need to fret, knowing someone else is in charge, is responsible, knowing it’s not all on you.”
That made sense to her, it wasn’t the first time Fareeha had said something like that. It felt right, though terribly one-sided. “I know that liebling, and I love you for it but what about you, what do you need?”
She felt a laugh building up in Fareeha’s chest before it boomed out, surprising her with how boisterous it was. “What I need? I’ve got one of the smartest women in the world, one of the kindest souls I’ve ever seen, brilliant and beautiful and sexy, right here in my arms and I know that right here, in this room, you belong to me. Look at you, covered in my sweat, bruised by my hands. You’re everything I could ever want.”
The possessive look in Fareeha’s eyes made her body tremble, her heart flutter and a fire ignite between her thighs at the same time.
“I’ll spend all day tomorrow thinking about how ruined your voice will be while you’re talking to your patients because of how loud I made you scream tonight, I’ll think about how you have to stand all day, unable to sit down from fear of the brass finding out how slutty you are, I’ll think about all those things that I can do to you that no one else can.”
Without warning, Fareeha rolled over on top of her, pinning her down, supporting herself just enough that Angela’s frail body wasn’t hurt by her weight, she kissed her, hard and demanding.
“Don’t worry about me, liebling. I’m better than I’ve ever been, you don’t need to worry about me like this. Pharah is just fine.”
A pathetic sound escaped her throat, almost a whimper, as Fareeha slid a hand underneath her hips, raising her up. “Another thing, if you’re able to think this much I haven’t done my job,” she gasped as a finger stroked along her arse crack and thrust into her, still sore and aching from the pounding he’d received earlier.
“Please no, I can’t….” her raspy voice trailed off as Fareeha stilled, a low growl in her throat,
“You can’t what?”
If she said stop and truly meant it, she would use her safe word and Fareeha would stop. She bit her lip, keeping silent. Fareeha thrust again with the finger and she arched her back, moaning and writhing as Fareeha rotated her finger, penetrating deeper, “I didn’t think so.”
By the time Fareeha was truly finished with her, she had convinced herself to take a day off, she doubted she’d be able to get out of bed at all. She smiled as Fareeha kissed her forehead, her worn body secure in her girlfriend's arms. Her mind was at peace, or would be once she’d decided which precious metal would look best on Fareeha’s finger.