Ymir hurried Krista away to her room upstairs; it was a big room: must have been the size of the front room, a king size bed in the centre of the room, railed head and bottom with white and red covers, the walls themselves were blank, cream coloured with a brown carpet, not at all what a 16 year-olds' room should look like but not many 16 year-olds are forced into this sort of work.
Upon entering the room, Ymir put Krista down which was something unexpected for Krista, she expected to be thrown on the bed, tied up, gaged, then pounded into for hours on end but this reprieve slowed everything down, she didn't feel in any sort of immediate threat, she felt as if she was with someone who cared. The young man turned from the bed to the door, gently closing it until the click of the lock being turned rung.
"Have you ever been with a woman before Krista?" Ymir asked as he shrugged his black jacket from his shoulders. "No I haven't sir, are you bringing a third?" Krista replied timidly from the bed. Ymir beckoned her over, curling his finger at her and letting his eyes bury themselves into Krista's. Krista slid off the bed and approached the 5"8' man, looking up on his towering frame when she was close enough to touch him. A long finger captured the blonde's jaw and brought it up to look taller man in the eye, he stooped down and placed his lips on hers. "Undo my shirt" echoed a low tone, resonating throughout the room and seeped into her mind.
Krista had learnt earlier that Ymir possessed very soft features, unfitting for someone who would use a girl for sex. As Krista crawled her hands from Ymir's belt to the top of his shirt, Ymir's hands matched Krista's pace, tracing the curvature of her hips, caressing the bone before grasping the fabric that surrounded them and gave a strong pull. The strain on the blonde's shirt rapidly increased and with another strong and calculated pull from both ends of the garment resulted with the familiar sound of buttons bursting from clothing and the rip of fabric, Krista had only just reached the tall figures collar and her top was already hanging off her shoulders; the raw sense of power and control rolling off Ymir as if she were trying the smother her in it. Krista undid the button closest to the young man's neck, the tips of her fingers catching his skin in the process causing a low growl to emerge from his chest. The smaller girl's eyes were focused heavily upon the strained buttons across his chest.
"Look me in the eye as if we were lovers." Krista's eyes trailed up to meet the brunette's own which softened the further down the buttons she got, almost as if he was missing having a partner to call his own, desperate to care for something other than money. Large hands reacquainted themselves with Krista's cheek, moving along it, tracing the recovering cheekbone, meeting stray strands of hair and carrying it with his hand to tuck them behind her ear as if they really were lovers. Maybe in some sick and twisted universe they truly cared for each other's feelings but the only feeling Krista wanted Ymir to feel was satisfaction to the point of exhaustion so she could sneak out as the man slept so she could have some peace to herself after a long night at work; the only emotion Ymir wanted to feel was some sort of connection to the girl writhing underneath him.
By the time the last of the buttons from Ymir's shirt were undone, all the wild strands of hair framing the petite girl's face were returned to their place. Krista nuzzled her face into the hand that cupped it, dragging her right hand up the parting in Ymir's shirt making sure to weaken her touch as she passed the tightly packed bandages covering his chest, deciding to not risk parting the shirt further as his hand was still close to her throat, not wanting to disturb the ritual he was conducting on her. She let her hand linger on his strong shoulder, trailing the other one to rest on his waistline, messing with the zipper to his trousers. Ymir's hands then commenced to move, the ritual deemed complete as he broke eye contact with her and harsher movements came into play, scraping his nails down her neck and pushing her torn shirt off her shoulders to her elbows.
Dropping her arms to her sides Krista shrugged out of her shirt, unclipping her bra as Ymir's eyes flickered to them as the shirt dropped to the floor with a gentle sound accompanying it like the carpet was sighing in relief. Krista stood there, only a few inches from Ymir in only black, old laddered tights, dolly heals and skirt, bare from the waist up. She was accompanied by the odd splattering of black and blue across her ribs from stray fists or sticks but none from the mouths of others; Ymir was thankful.
Krista stood there idly, unsure of what Ymir intentions were as his eyes inspected her goods. Whilst being analysed she still maintained eye contact, trying her hardest to look upon him fondly, only faltering to glance at his bandages. She was curious as to their purpose, no blood to be seen or bruising peeking out behind them and he showed no discomfort from the various positions he had sat in during the poker game. The blonde took a leap of faith, extending a hand to trace the outline however, Ymir grabbed the muscle at the left side of Krista's spine, burring his nails into the muscle, grabbing her neck with the other dragging her towards him and squaring their hips as they connected, forcing her lips onto his. The kiss was unexpected, resulting in a small whimper of pain and shock emerging from Krista. The kiss was hard but started slow, the sensation of burning from her spine became worse the longer she remained docile and unresponsive to his advances so she slipped into her usual approach with clients, kissing back with fever, crushing herself upon him as if she craved to breath the air he expelled, her hands tangling into his hair forcing him to lean down further. Small nips to the young man's lower lip told Ymir what the blonde wanted to do, tongues darted out, exploring fast then slow, twisting and fighting for dominance. Krista soon began to exert herself too much, the oxygen demand becoming more apparent but Ymir had different plans, slowing the kiss to trace the inside of Krista's mouth with his tongue. Whimpers erupted from Krista's lips as she broke the kiss, gasping for air which was interrupted by a hand wrapping its way around her throat, drawing her closer to reunite Ymir's lips with Krista's, setting them ablaze. Krista had been with many men before but this one was different, sure he was rough but in a caring way if that were possible.
Krista lost her hands in Ymir's hair pulling and grasping onto something as the adrenaline coursing through her system harmonised the sensations she was feeling all over into one wave cascading around her, drowning her in excitement and pleasure. Ymir's hand released the blonde's neck, traveling lower to her skirt, teasing the hem, gliding his fingers adeptly over her skin, tracing her zip and leg.
Ymir was intimidating to Krista; she could sense the intelligence, the knowledge of everything and any anything, the ease to manipulate her in ways she couldn't do anything about. This man made her question everything she had ever known by listening to the man speak, watch him play cards or how he held himself. But even that wasn't all the reason she was engrossed by him, there was something else, something more about his character which made her fear him; it wasn't something physical, it wasn't a display of anything it was just his being, the air he breathed out seemed different to everybody else's. His bodily functions the same but there was something else in the background that needed oxygen, something that created something powerful and invisible. This power to Krista was something she wanted to inspect and learn the craft of rather than to fear it. Knowing she would lay with this beast was thrilling to her in the dirtiest of ways.
"You've not finished taking my shirt off as instructed" This was more of a dare than a reminder, it screamed 'I dare you to disobey, I dare you to try take control, I want to see you try something so I can force you down.' Krista had heard these words more times than she could count yet she had never discovered the best thing to do. Some men beat her regardless, painting a picture on her with knives to illustrate their sadistic nature, some have let her take control but bruised her up after to keep their reputation. Some have stopped everything and left her alone as some sort of reward for standing up for herself. From what she was sensing off Ymir she knew she had to obey in that loving manner he craved for by resuming kissing him, putting more vigour into it and catching him off guard allowing her to push him into the door. Krista could tell that he enjoyed the reciprocated passion, eyes breaking their closure to see blown out pupils.
The thud from the door caused an echo to spread throughout the room, igniting the fight in both of them. Ymir's hands transcended upon Krista's cheeks again, both cupping and grabbing them with harsh callouses rubbing across the bone, fingertips digging into her temples forcing her head to remain straight and under Ymir's manipulation.
Something in Krista snapped, some switch she had some awareness of but not precise access to its location. She saw the power rolling from Ymir, his will to dominate but something in his blown out eyes gave her the confidence that Ymir had a decent gentle soul but had to have a rough exterior. He was looking for a partner to match him, someone willing to step up to the plate when needed, someone to compete with him. Krista's hands darted to the brunette's shoulders, pushing the shirt over their sharp edge exposing the muscled skin and old scars to the daylight seeping in from behind the closed curtains. Ymir could feel the added heat in Krista's kisses and ministrations, pushing off from the door, removing his hands from her pale face and pulling his shirt from his person he decided to stoop down again, kissing Krista from below but continuing his upward motion, grabbing Krista's rear under her skirt to lift her up as he continued to straighten.
This time round Krista was expecting it, already wrapping her legs around his waist and kicking off her shoes, hands trying to unwrap the bandages around his chest. As soon as her hands touched his bandages Ymir launched Krista from his waist to the bed, crouching down and removing a knife from under his trouser leg; a small compact obsidian blade. Placing it against his. chest blade outwards, the mobster sliced down the middle of his breast cutting the bandages off from the centre of his chest. The tatters of the bandages fluttered to the ground then Krista understood everything: the question about being with a woman, the feminine features, the missing bulge from "his" pants. This realisation was rather apparent on Krista face, she had never been with a woman and was truly unsure on their needs, did this mean that she was a bisexual? Even she couldn't deny that this is the biggest rush she's ever had off someone, usually with the male customers she had to fake an orgasm or interest but with this woman she was on raw feelings and desires. Ymir didn't waver, she didn't seem to give any time for Krista to wrap her head around the fact that Ymir was a female, B cup and vagina included. Ymir flattened her hands and smoothed them down her chest as if to re-familiarise herself with her less flat chest, reaching her belt she spoke, eyes fixated on the buckle. "There are a few ground rules, break them and I will break bones. One, do not touch me unless I give permission…" The buckle fastening forced Ymir to pause, putting her brain to work at figuring out the best movement to remove the article of clothing. "Two, never refer to me as female outside these four walls, it's between us and that if it gets out I will personally make sure you go through hell and back." Pulling the belt from around her waist, testing the weight of the buckle against her palm, tapping it a couple times and eyes flickering from the metal to Krista's wrists. "Three…" Ymir forced Krista's hands together and begun to tie the belt around them tightly. "Know that once I start I won't stop, but if I am hurting you tell me and I will slow down."
After smothering Krista's wrists with her belt, she moved Krista so she could loop the belt one last time around the railing at the head of the bed. "Do you fully understand what I've said?" A swift nod from Krista was given, beads of sweat forming across her forehead, anticipation radiating off her. "I need verbal confirmation, I don't want to hurt a pretty little thing, especially one that's captured my interest" Ymir warned, unzipping her own trousers revealing Calvin Klein boxers, tailored to hug her in all the right places, allowing them to fall to the ground to compliment the carpet beautifully. "I understand." A short and very much well received response. Ymir's confidence renewed as Krista's passion ignited again within her eyes, each knowing the other had some genuine feelings showing and Krista was completely drowning in it. Lustful looks were exchanged, the anticipation for Krista's first experience with a woman to commence, she wanted to see what Ymir could do, she wanted to know the answers, she wanted to feel something more, she wanted to see how deep the rabbit hole went, Ymir knew this and she didn't want to disappoint.
A smirk crawled onto Ymir's lips, fantasising about all the things she could do to this small body, all the ways she could manipulate it, all the ways to play with Krista's mind and leave her wanting more, questioning all the things she's ever liked. Krista lay on the bed, arching her back, teasing Ymir and flaunting her bare chest, she understood this is still part of her routine, Ymir was still a paying customer, they weren't secret lovers nor had they made any promises of love, they could only go off each other's body language which wasn't concrete and up to interpretation.
Ymir kicked off her trousers completely whilst eyeing up Krista's top half, smirk still in place. She placed her hands on the bed to the right of Krista, testing the mattress, seeing how much she'd sink into it. High end memory foam, just as Ymir expected for a high priced whore. Ymir mounted the bed, knees sinking into the foam like marshland. She reached out to grab Krista's hem, pulling her down the bed so that her arms were fully extended above her with the subtle complaint of the strain placed on the headboard and the belt. Krista went stiff at the sudden movement but quickly relaxed allowing her spine to be embraced by the bed but keeping her head up, eyes fixated on Ymir's every move, learning what she does should she ever encounter her again, learn how to please a woman without the use of a mans equipment. Ymir quickly covered Krista in her shadow, latching onto her right nipple, sucking slowly like a young babe as she fondled the other as she searched for the zip on her skirt. The introduction of teeth caused Krista to suck air in through her own with a complimenting faint and drawn out "fuck".
Ymir continued, alternating from nipping to long lashes with her tongue taking great care to tease the end as much as she could, her other hand groping to focused light pinching and twisting causing Krista's spine to arch on impulse to the brunette's sinful ministrations. A downwards shove from Ymir's shoulder corrected Krista's movement and forced her to lay back on the bed and resist her body's callings, forcing her to endure all the pleasure head on. Ymir soon found the zip and removed Krista's skirt, throwing it in the general direction of the door. The gambler's hands explored the expanses of the shorter girl's thighs, mapping them out, taking note on how her body reacts as she lazily wrote her name on the soft skin.
Krista quickly became impatient with Ymir, deciding to take the risk and test out the restraints around her wrists. The click of metal against metal rung in her client's ears; she had just called the kraken. Ymir was on her within a second, the palm of her left hand was under the blonde's jaw pushing up, making Krista look up and away to protect her airway. Ymir's other hand had dug into the most sensitive spot of Krista's thigh. Surprisingly to taller woman Krista's inner thighs were as sensitive as a virgin's and digging her nails into them elicited a light howl from the blonde. When Ymir had decided the younger woman had understood the message she released the pressure from both her hands. the shorter girl's eyes were like volcanoes, lust pouring from them and the desire in her irises was something that even Krista didn't understand where it had appeared from.
Krista was very rarely told to top, and even rarer did she actually want to, but in this situation all she could thing about is if the positions were reversed and all the things she would do to Ymir, all the practice she could have. Ymir's head dipped a little lower, moving her tongue from the girl's chest to her waist and further, tasting the skin, leaving a cold trail as she went.
As soon as Ymir's breath could be felt on Krista's burning core her head lolled back, unable to continue to watch the woman. Ymir could tell the effect she was having on the petite blonde, her muscles taught under her hands, groans falling from the mouth, liquid from the other pair of lips. Krista at this point felt how vulnerable she was, bare in front of this person who had more of an effect on her than any of the countless others, she almost wanted to impress this woman, to win her approval and form something more than empty words and the silence that pursued them.
Krista was more than aware that it was about 4 in the evening and her father charged customers by the hour. Most men fucked her and abruptly left so the next payment wouldn't be taken but she wanted Ymir to stay, for them to converse about anything, everything. Krista could feel there was something behind the façade Ymir put on, she wanted to enquire more about her as a person: her education, her aspirations. She wanted to believe that Ymir was looking for a partner and she hoped that a good enough ride would put her as a contender, she was like a forbidden book that held the secrets to life in it, she was magnetised to its pages.
Krista managed to muster up enough strength to look at Ymir again, daring to look the beast in the eye and the 'beast' had the same idea, meeting the eye of her victim as if she were the lead role in a play making sure the character's speech resonated with that one person in the audience it was truly aimed at, the threat of murder turning from part of a play to a corpse the next morn. The furrowing of Ymir's eyebrows sent Krista a wave of anticipation, the thrill of knowing Ymir was analysing her and knowing she was winning the attraction game. Krista feared this game and hated winning but with this particular customer she enjoyed being chased, the twists and turns being one of high intensity but all with pleasurable outcomes.
Warmth spread from Krista's core to her heart, Ymir's tongue gliding across the opening, diving into the inner goods, drinking up the wine that intoxicated her being. Hands grabbing her chest, pulling at her thighs, fingers leaving prints in the cream canvas of her legs. The gambler's tongue to the petite woman was like being hooked on heroine, usually forced upon her by the drug lords but today she wanted this chemical coursing through her veins and fucking with her mind. The fire that was in her eyes vacated and moved to between her hips. Ymir lapping at the rich alcohol, long lashes, quick darts inside the refinery. The one thing that struck Krista was that the brunette was avoiding her clit, she created the connection that Ymir was very experienced in this field so she must have known where it was, but she didn't dare touch it as if it were some cursed ancient Aztec temple.
Eye contact remaining but becoming shakier as Ymir's tongue dipped a little deeper in her Krista's domineering side joined in for the chorus. Laboured breathing becoming more vocalised and the breathy moans ripping out of the blonde's lungs rippled in the air. "Stop avoiding…" A very feint command fell from Krista's lips, dancing down to Ymir's ears. It was at that point that the good respectable Ymir fell from her pedestal and dragged Krista down with her.
Drawing her teeth to Krista's clit she toyed with the small bundle of nerves like a teething puppy, tasting whatever substance she could gain. Ymir's eyes were no longer sane looking, they were howling to the moon. Turning from her ministrations her hands were parting the shorter woman's thighs as far apart as they could go. Her mouth sucking at the tender flesh there, leaving bites and hickeys as if a rabid animal.
Desperate moans from Krista rang in the other's ears, masking the frenzied pulling at the restrains; undoing the buckle without being noticed, liberating her hands and burying them in Ymir's hair forcing the woman's head back in-between her legs. The gentle and submissive Krista was quickly replaced with raw adrenaline Krista and she was craving pleasure. A smirk contaminated Ymir's face as she pleased the young lady, eyes flickering to Krista's whose face was contorted with eyebrows arched and lips pursed. The fight in both of them flaring with Krista liberated and trying to take control and Ymir enjoying the thrill of the hunt which turned into something more than 'how fast can a girl run but how quick can a girl lay a trap.'
This was the first time Krista had heard the brunette moan, a low and hoarse groan that gripped the core of her spine almost instilling fear but too high on dopamine she received this as a tsunami of pleasure crashing down on a coastal village. What caught Ymir off guard was the sudden change in which way was up. Krista's thighs clamped down on her head and flipped them over, mounting her face.
Even the petite blonde was pleased with herself, adopting Ymir's smirk as her own. As much as Krista wanted her client to indulge she knew she must be needing air around about now, pivoting just enough to keep the taller woman trapped but just enough to inhale the musty air. "Oh my dear, I'm not avoiding anything, I'm simply dragging it out as much as I can, prolonging the fun." Ymir was still a little breathless as a result of the daring move Krista made but once again the fire in Ymir's eyes managed to burn brighter than before. Her command in question and all her dominance was fighting within herself to make sure that she didn't ruin the girl for others.
Ymir's hands wound themselves around the outsides of Krista's thighs, grabbing her rear and forcing her down onto her welcoming mouth. Everything resumed as it was before albeit a little slower and drawn out, Ymir nipping and swirling her tongue inside her, darting it in and out then teasing her clit again. Whimpering broke the silence and on que Ymir introduced one finger into Krista. An abrupt jolt of pleasure caused Krista to respond, her body moving away from Ymir's warm mouth. The taller woman understood this was a knee jerk response after all the men that had probably forced their hands into her at the wrong time and caused her serious harm but she was well ready for Ymir by this time in their love making. "Hush amore, I won't harm you, I'll make sure you're warmed up enough" Ymir purred from beneath Krista. Her caring side coming back into play but also the seductive side as 'amore' was heavily stressed as it rolled off her tongue as if it were designed to only say that word. Krista's ears were soothed by the fluttering of reassuring words as she lowered herself back into Ymir's mercy, slowly pumping one finger then transitioning to two.
Fluid leaked from Ymir's fingers onto her palm indicating she was probably ready for a third, looking up to Krista for approval a small nod was given to the woman below and she decided to forgo the formalities. Krista was well acquainted with the men who when knew she was close, or when they thought she was, would pick up the pace and work them their hardest to maximise the pleasure 'both' of them felt and Ymir was at this point too. The calm and cool Ymir was sweating, eyes set ablaze like a wild forest fire, her mind buzzing with all the things she could do and what needed to be restricted.
A third finger entered Krista and a further throaty cry tore its way from her throat, by this time Ymir had had enough of being below the gorgeous blonde and flipped her over unexpectedly. Ymir covered the smaller body with her own, it was only when she was fully elongated again Krista remembered how tall this woman was compared to her small frame. Ymir kissed her allowing Krista to taste herself, nibbling her lower lip seeking permission for entrance which she readily gave. Ymir's hips automatically began to thrust, deepening Ymir's fingers further into her, hitting her g-spot more vigorously causing the small girl to start seeing visions of ecstasy. The panting and moaning becoming audible to the down stairs occupants made Ymir more aware that her cover could be blown if any unusual feminine sounds unearthed themselves. "Fuck… fuck me harder" Krista called only seconds away from release. Ymir understood exactly what she wanted and she let her self-control go, unleashing everything to push her to orgasm in a way no man had ever made her.
A deep kiss muted Krista as all her muscles clamped down on Ymir's fingers. A violent ripple of pleasure coursed through Krista, hands gripping Ymir's shoulders as if they were stress balls. Nail scratches were run down the brunette's spine and a litter of bite-marks complimented the freckles that were splattered across her collarbones. A few last slow pumps saw Krista's orgasm live its full life span so it could rattle through every bone in her body then Krista went limp, heaving panting following the procession.
Damp hair framed both their faces, sweat beads accumulated on their chests after their vigorous exercise. Ymir knew she had to get ready to go, leaning over the bed to retrieve her trousers Krista's arms wrapped themselves around Ymir's torso, her head resting next to Ymir's and lips next to her left ear. "Please stay the night, be something different than the others, I'll pay."
These words were like scripture, spoken by a goddess. It was as if spoken between lovers which sent Ymir back into her caring side, unable to rip herself away from her paid company.