A/N: So, this is my first attempt at writting in English and I am sorry for all the mistakes you'll probably find in here, I have no beta to help me through it.
Even so I hope you guys like this one-shot :3
Miranda was frustrated. It was 3 in the morning and she couldn't go back to sleep. She had woken up sweating and with her underwear soaked; it was one of those nights. Since coming back from Paris her nights were sleepless and there was only one person to blame: Andrea.
Her now first assistant was to blame for so many things that she was starting to lose count. The first sleepless night was when she received the divorce papers in her hotel suite, while everyone thought she was crying for the loss of one more husband, in actuality she was crying for her daughters that were without their mother in this moment where their privacy was about to be invaded again by paparazzies and all kinds of gossip publications. Her lawyer and her PI had warned her about Stephen's intentions of landing such a low blow like the coward he was, contingency plans had been made in a hurry with her lawyers and PR team, her daughters were send to their father's house in a condo where they could be less exposed to all the madness. And yet, the thing that kept her from sleeping was what happened in that suite minutes after crying all her sadness and frustration out. Her assistant came into her sanctuary and dared to try and comfort her, those brown eyes full of worry begging Miranda to let herself be comforted, be vulnerable and take what was being offered; which was much more than just comfort in a moment of fragility. But clearly, she could not take the offer and so acted like she always did: being cruel and cold and pushing away the only person that still seemed to care. It was for the best she repeated to herself that night until her eyes closed into a restless sleep. It was the first time she dreamed with those brown eyes.
The next morning, for a brief second, she could swear her heart stopped when she looked back and her assistant was not behind her but beside the car, those chocolate eyes terrified looking between Miranda and the path away from everything. It was a battle between fight or fly and in that moment, Miranda almost did the unthinkable, almost took her sunglasses of to let everyone, including Andrea, to see her eyes. Seconds later she expelled a breath seeing her assistant's expression change for one of determination, the Editor started to walk again not even waiting to see if Andrea would follow her. That night she dreamed with more than just brown eyes.
And that was how her nights would follow after these incidents, no matter if she slept the whole night or just a few hours, she would always wake up in the same state of frustration. A month into this routine and she couldn't live like that anymore.
At the office things just got worse, the moment she stepped out of the elevator she could feel the whisky eyes on her, observing her every move, especially when she took the coat and went to her office, Andrea following closely behind. Looking discreetly to her back she confirmed Andrea's focus was completely on the sway of her hips, she felt a shiver run her whole body; This whole cat and mouse game ends today.
The day dragged itself like never before and Andy was restless. There was something different about her boss, every time she entered the office she felt like a piece of clothe that Miranda would analyze methodically, to have those blue eyes studying her so carefully was like a torture, it seemed to take hours when actually it was for just a few seconds. Her situation didn't improve when all she did was stay at her desk while the second assistant run all the errands for the EIC.
By the end of the day her body was so tense she could feel the pain in every muscle, at some point she even had to take off her underwear after entering that glass office for the third time just to get out with her panties ruined; she barely made out of The Closet with a new pair without being caught.
"Andrea, I hope you bring The Book to the townhouse like always, the new girl is not ready to take so much responsibility, I fear a catastrophe might happen the same way it happened to my coffee." Her voice was nonchalant.
"Yes, Miranda." Replied succinctly observing the new girl help the older woman with her coat and then disappear into the elevator. She had the slight impression of seeing a diabolic smile playing at her boss lips, but it must have been just her imagination.
"I don't know how you can handle, Andy, I really don't know. This job is already driving me crazy!" Jane the new assistant confessed; she was a beautiful blonde who could easily pass as one of the models if not for her large appetite just like Andy, for the aggravation of 90% of the Runway staff.
"You need to step up your game if you want to stay here until your one year is up. It's not easy to work for Miranda and it doesn't get better with time, however, any job you decide to take after this will be a piece of cake! She just requires the best because that's what she gives to this magazine every single day, I suggest you absorb and learn everything you can because you won't find anyone like her in your life again." She finished with a big smile.
It wasn't long before Jane finished her workload and said her goodbyes. Andy would have to wait at least 2 more hours for The Book to be delivered in her desk and like every night since her promotion she used that time to organize the work from the next day, her desk and Miranda's office. The familiar motions had become a soothing ritual, there was no pression or expectations, no urgency or deadlines, every action was deliberate and thought out, calm. When finally, all the work was done she stopped at the big glass wall behind the Editors desk to look at the city, breathing deeply and letting herself get surrounded by the signature perfume that seemed to clung to the air. The time on her watch warned it was time to leave and like expected, The Book was at her desk waiting.
Miranda was at her home office when she heard the front door open, a devilish smile adorning her lips with every sound of the high heels against the wood floor.
"Andrea." She called letting her voice be carried through the hall.
Andy startled with the sound since that never happened before. She directed her steps to the only room with light coming from at the end of the hall, her heart beating so fast that it hurt.
"Yes, Miranda." She faltered at the door.
"Well, are you going to stand there like some mannequin?" Asked from her black leather armchair, holding a glass of whisky.
Andy lost her breath with such vision, Miranda looked like a queen sitting at her throne exuding power and authority, more intoxicating than the most powerful drugs. With her brain still processing the words she gave slow steps stopping at the middle of the room.
"Tell me, Andrea, how long have you been working for me?" She took a sip of the drink and crossed her legs, hiding a smile after noticing the brown eyes staring at her legs. "Andrea?"
"Hm?" Her brain was not working at all, it's only focus the cream skin exposed by the skirt the silver haired woman was using.
"You see, Andrea, that's why I called you here tonight." Miranda drunk the amber liquid in one go and got up.
"What reason?" Her brain was too slow to process the words with each step Miranda took in her direction, she feared her heart would jump out of her ribcage, her legs were starting to shake, her breath faltering.
"Would you agree that as my assistant your job is to make sure that I can make my job smoothly without having to worry about incompetence?" She stopped right in front of her, her blue eyes fixed on the brown ones.
Andy could just nod.
"Hm, good to know this is clear for you. However, we have a problem that needs to be dealt with, you see." The Editor started to walk around her assistant slowly. "It's been a month since the last time I could focus on doing my job properly and if I can't do that, then things aren't done exactly like they should, don't you agree?" One more nod as a yes. "And if I don't do my job perfectly then that means you aren't doing your job correctly."
Andy didn't know what was going on, Miranda was prowling like a predator getting ready to strike, her low voice sent shivers through her whole body, the closeness making her inebriated to the point where she could only nod and agree with everything that was said. She held her breath when her boss stopped at her back.
"And that is why you are here now, Andrea." She closed the distance until her lips were barely touching one ear. "To be punished." The last words were whispered with a malicious smile.
For a few seconds she thought she had broken her assistant, the girl wasn't moving, not even breathing. So, wanting to elicit a reaction from the brunette she used her tongue to bring Andrea's earlobe into her mouth and then bit it. The reaction was instantaneous and Andrea shook from bottom to top with a shiver letting out a whimper.
"Come with me." She murmured letting go of the earlobe.
Miranda proceeded to a luxurious couch in front of the fireplace, bringing with herself the glass of whisky now full of ice cubes, Andy following blinding the command only to stop in front of the Editor.
"Lay down." Ordered and watched as those brown eyes widened in realization. "Now Andrea, butt up." She patted her lap to emphasize the point.
"Miranda, what-?" She hesitated.
"Please Andrea, move at glacial pace, you know how much that thrills me." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Breathing deeply and with wavering movements, Andy laid on the older woman's lap and let herself be adjusted until she lay belly flat on Miranda's legs.
"Now I want you to pay attention. Since that night in Paris I have lost nights of sleep because of you, I have been distracted at work every time I felt your eyes on me, with your new clothes showing all your curves. How long since that night?" The Editor questioned watching every detail of the body on her lap, her hands longing to touch every inch.
"30 days." How she managed to answer that was a mystery.
"Correct. It seems only fair to me that you should be punished for each one of these 30 days, don't you think?" It was a rhetorical question, but Andrea nodded anyway and that brought a victorious smile to her lips. "I want to hear your voice counting each slap, okay? Loud and clear." Now she waited for confirmation.
"Yes, Miranda." There wasn't enough time to finish the sentence before feeling the first blow, a scream leaving her lips with all the air in her lungs. "One." She counted after recovering.
Andy was overwhelmed with sensations, each time she felt the blow against her ass it was like a little shock, the intensity of the slaps gradually growing while the material of her pants started to bother her butt. The rhythm of the slaps was steady and precise, creating an anchor that she could latch before losing herself completely to the mix of pain and pleasure. By the time she counted the 15th blow her body was a mess, legs shaking, heavy breathing, a light layer of sweat covering her skin, her clothes were a furnace and her panties soaked; there was no coherent though.
"You are doing great Andrea, so great." She praised massaging the sore butt still covered by pants, the fabric getting her frustrated, she wanted to feel the skin. "Andrea?" Called holding her hips. "I need you to get up a little." She informed pushing her hips up until her abs were not touching her legs anymore.
Steady and delicate hands descended smooth abdomen to find and open the button and zipper with dexterity, a smile adorning pale lips when her assistant held her breath and she felt quivering abs underneath her fingertips. Leisurely she pulled the material off of her legs showing the black lace panties; the blue of her eyes was swallowed by her pupils, delighting with the contrast between black lace, the most beautiful shade of red in the format of the palm of her hand and the cream color of her untouched legs. "Gorgeous." She murmured gently touching the marks with her fingertips. Taking the glass with ice she took one ice cube, with one hand she made Andrea lay down again and with the other made a path of cold melting ice from tights to bottom, soothing the sting.
"It's okay, darling." She tried to appease when Andrea whined.
"Miranda." She breather out the name like a plea.
"Shh, don't worry. Relax." Continued, seeing the ice melt quickly thanks to the feverish skin. "Are you ready to keep going?" Andy shook her head in a clear no. "You are doing so great, Andrea, I know you can take all of your punishment. Do you trust me?" It was such a loaded question that would define much more than just that night.
Andy breathed deeply and focused on Miranda's, her eyes full of tears in a mix of sensations and feelings that consumed her very soul. "I trust you." Her voice was resolute, strong and clear not letting space for doubts.
"Then believe when I say you can go until the end." She caressed the chestnut hair.
"Okay." One more deep breath. "I am ready."
"Good girl." She smiled ready to continue.
"16… 17… 18…. 22…" It was getting hard for Andy to breath, her blood boiling through her veins burning her body from inside out.
"Shh, darling. It's almost done, just a little bit more."
"30." The brunette forced the words out, her throat completely sore and dry.
"There. There." She soothed again using one more ice cube, seeing it melt more quickly than the one before. "Such a beautiful shade of red." Her voice was soft. "Are you ready for your reward?" The question was made after the girl calmed considerably.
"Yes, Miranda."
"You were such a good girl Andrea, handling your punishment like a big girl. It is only fair that I give you a reward for such good behavior." She told while caressed the red cheeks.
Choosing to not torture the girl anymore than she already had, she took the black lace off with care, her fingertips feeling the silk-like cream skin available to her.
"You're drenched, I can feel your essence soaking my skirt. All of that just for me? Hm?" Miranda didn't wait for an answer, using two fingers to touch between her legs, exploring every inch, circling her opening without much pressure, going back up but avoiding the clit.
"Miranda! Please, please." Andy begged with no strength to chase the friction driving her crazy.
"Please what, Andrea? I need you to be specific." She let the tip of one finger enter the girl.
"I need you! Need you to fuck me, to make me yours, I want to feel your fingers inside me. Make me cum!" She begged again between sobs and moans.
"Acceptable." It was her last word before focusing completely on Andrea's pleasure, to give the best orgasm of her life.
Andy couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she was barely breathing. Miranda Priestly, EIC of Runway magazine, Ice Queen, Devil in Prada, her boss, was three fingers deep inside her pussy, fucking her with precision and speed, about to give what seems to be the bet orgasm of her life on her very expensive couch in her home office a few weeks before signing the divorce papers and while her daughters were at a school's trip. This looked just like one of her dreams where she feared she would wake up on her own bed in her too quiet apartment.
"You're so close, aren't you? I can feel in the way your walls hold my fingers inside with such strong grip, as if you didn't want me to leave you empty. Are you going to come for me, Andrea?" Her voice was pure sex.
"Yes, Miranda." Miranda talking dirty was one of, if not the sexiest thing she ever heard.
"Such good girl." The Editor praised again. Her free hand went beneath the fit body, caressing her abs, descending to find what it was looking for, the little bundle of nerves that would make the brunette explode.
The chocolate eyes widened when her boss touched her clit, her body vibrating with each circular move on her swollen clit. Catching one of the cushions she buried her face and nails to muffle the screams that were ripped from the deepest places of her being.
Miranda barely hold her on her lap with the powerful convulsions, the strong tights closed around her wrist holding her hand in place during the orgasm, the warm liquid leaking from her fingers, dripping into her skirt warming her tight beneath the fabric. It took Miranda a few seconds to realize the girl had passed out, her body still spasming.
When Andy came back to reality she felt something moving inside herself tearing a grunt from her lips. "Miranda?" She called opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder.
"Hello, darling." She smiled.
"Hi." She smiled back till she felt the movement again.
"It's tempting to let my fingers buried inside you pussy, but I don't think it is a good idea right now." She told extracting the three fingers carefully until Andrea relaxed and opened her legs, freeing her wrist. "Come here." She called helping the brunette sit on her lap fully.
When they were face to face, Miranda used her fingers to smear Andy's mouth with her own cum and then clean it with a lustful kiss. Her lips tasting the and exploring with tongue and teeth, biting and sucking until air was a necessity.
"You taste divine." She emphasizes the words licking the cum on Andrea's chin.
"Miranda." Her moan was needy, her fingers entangling on silver tresses and bringing her for one more sensual kiss.
"You should rest Andrea. Your body can't handle more right now." Her voice was soft and caring, her thumbs caressing her hips to try and calm the brunette down.
"But, what about you?" The light coming from the fireplace made her eyes shine in a whiskey color, full of innocence and desperate to return the favor.
"You can compensate me later, after you rest and recover your energy, alright?" She put a piece of chestnut hair behind her ear, her thumb stroking her cheek with fondness.
"Yes, Miranda." She was in such a state of pleasure and tranquility that she would do anything the older woman asked.
"Alright then, let's go upstairs so I can put something to soothe the pain on your beautiful ass before we sleep." But Andy did not move, actually she hid her face on the curve of her boss' neck.
"I don't think I can walk yet." Whispered, feeling her cheeks warm.
"Well, I think we can stay here a little longer." She said adjusting their position so that she laid down with Andy atop. "But don't think we are sleeping here on the couch when there's a perfect bed upstairs waiting for us, it is not acceptable, understood?"
Andy looked into those blue, blue eyes before kissing her boss again. "Yes, Miranda." And then she was smiling brightly whereas Miranda was rolling her eyes in fake annoyance.
Andy woke up a few hours later, her eyes slowly adjusting to the low light in the room. They were still in the same position, Andy atop, naked from the waist and below, her ass sore. The Editor sleeping soundlessly as if the weight of another body was nothing.
With a smile on her lips, Andy moved a little to see if the other woman would wake up and received no reaction. Being careful to not fall to the floor or hurt her boss by accident, she started to kiss the pale neck, opening the buttons of the white shirt one by one. The kisses followed each new patch of skin revealed, in a bolder move she pushed down the lace bra showing delicious small breasts with pink nipples; she let her tongue and mouth feast on it. In that moment she received the first reaction, a low moan, but otherwise the Editor remained asleep. Andy alternate between breasts until her lust was sated for the time being and then began her journey down again, biting and licking the smooth flat abdomen. Miranda was using a dark grey skirt with the zipper behind, however that wouldn't stop her from reaching her goal. Carefully she put one foot on the floor and one knee between Miranda's leg and the back of the couch, her fingers inching slowly the warm skin until it reached the hem of the skirt, her movements only stopping when the fabric was bunched at the Editor's hips showing red the La Perla lingerie that matched the bra.
"goodness!" Her voice was full of fascination. Working on pure instinct she pushed aside the red lace uncovering pink and swollen lips covered by a fine layer of white hair, her fascination just grew with the vision. I think I'm dead and somehow went to paradise she thought getting closer and sweeping her tongue for the first time and tasting the bittersweet nectar that leaked from her entrance.
Miranda was having the best erotic dream she ever had. Andrea was worshiping her body using hands and mouth, sucking her breasts with hungry, playing with her nipples until the got deliciously sore. That pretty mouth was doing sinful things to her body, taking her to the brink of pleasure faster than any of her ex-husbands ever had; which wasn't very difficult since could barely knew how to make her cum. Feeling those soft lips and warm tongue on her pussy was divine and she could not hold back her moans any longer, every lick and every suck tore a moan from her throat louder than the one before ad without her consent, it wouldn't take long for her to cum; she just hoped the dream ended before that like the other times.
The position Andy was in was very uncomfortable, there wasn't a lot of space on the couch to lay down properly, so she was on her knees with Miranda's legs up on her shoulders. Her body started to ache and show signs of protest for staying in that position with the additional weight on her shoulders, it was time to be faster. Se use of hand to hold Miranda down and used the other to penetrate her with two fingers, her mouth focusing on the small and erect clit peeking out of the hood begging for attention. She alternated between sucking and make circles with her tongue in the same pace as her fingers, feeling the walls contracting around her fingers with each in and out, the Editor was close.
Miranda could feel herself waking up now that she was at the brink of an orgasm. Her eyes opened with a start while her bod locked completely with the intense orgasm, her back arching from the couch, her hands going to the soft hair of her assistant and her legs closing around her head holding her in place, the waves of pleasure consuming her body like fire consumed gasoline. A few seconds later she fell back down to the couch breathing heavily, her body spent.
"Andrea." She breathed the name.
"Hi." They were now face to face, Andy smiling with her nose and chin covered again in cum.
Even though she had her face covered with Miranda's essence, Andrea had this innocent look on her face, her smile pure illuminating the whole room, she was so close that Miranda could see the amber mixed with brown on her eyes, she looked like a kid who just ate their favorite candy.
"Hello again, Andrea." It was impossible to not smile back. They kissed again slowly, the Editor tasting herself in those plump lips.
"It seems we slept on the couch." She laughed.
"It seems so, yes. But I think I can let that slide today after waking up in such a peculiar and satisfactory way." Commented using her office voice.
"Your voice is so sexy." Andy could feel her body reacting to that tone.
"Oh Andrea, you didn't hear anything yet." She was sporting a devilish smile. "But let's not continue this here when the big bed in my room is much more comfortable. Up you go."
Together they got up and didn't give a second thought to their clothes, though Miranda looked pointedly at Andy with a raised brow after noticing the state of her shirt and skirt. They went up the stairs to the master bedroom exchanging kisses and touches, ready to continue until their bodies couldn't handle anymore pleasure.
A/N: There you go guys, I hope It was okay enough to read and your eyes didn't bleed with the mistakes! I would love to know your thoughts on this piece and any help with the mistakes are welcomed.
Thanks for reading :3