A/N: Just a quick warning before you read; this chapter gets very... rough towards the end. Everything is consensual, but it's very explicit. I considered rewriting it so it was more mild, but I figured a warning would suffice. Enjoy :)
Trading Places
Chapter 3: The Upgrade
Sara and I sit in a small, secluded corner restaurant, tucked away in a booth near the back. Our interview had seemed to drag on forever, though Sam, the reporter who was working with us, was very polite and stuck to questions about our music and career only. I know there's nothing Sara despises more than personal questions from obnoxious reporters. Not that we don't get our fair share of them- but Sara always deflects the questions or simply refuses to answer them, which usually puts even the rudest press people back into line.
Ravenous, I start to devour the Rueben Sara ordered for me as soon as the waiter sets it down in front of me. I'm so hungry that I don't even think to complain about the fact that Sara ordered for me without even asking what I wanted. Honestly, I would've ordered the same exact thing if I'd been given the chance- Sara knows me well enough to know that. Besides; if this day has taught me anything so far, it's that giving Sara what she wants is sometimes just easier (and maybe more… gratifying) than resisting.
"This is so freakin' delicious!" I gush unintelligibly around a full mouth of food. I'm not sure if it's because of my emaciated state, or because of the actual food quality, but this is by far the best sandwich I've had in a few years at least.
"I know. That's why I chose this place." Sara sips her coke, eyeing me cockily across the table. I snort at her words before taking a large gulp of my drink.
"What do you mean 'you know'? We've never been to this city before." I know I've never been here, not even on tour.
"I don't go everywhere with you, Tegan."
"You've never told me about coming here."
"There's no need for me to fill you in on every single aspect of my life."
"Fill me in now then."
"Fine. If you must know, Emy and I visited after our last tour." Immediately feeling guilt wash over me, I search Sara's eyes for the familiar sadness that appears every time Emy comes up in conversation. To my delight and surprise, I can't even find a trace of it. All I see is a happy (albeit a little smug) Sara peeking out at me from beneath her low, even bangs.
"Oh. Where are we going next?" I ask, hoping for a change of subject.
"First, we're going back to the hotel. I have to get something."
"And then?"
"You'll see. Check please!" The waiter drops off a thin black book into which Sara slips her credit card before I can say a word in protest. I focus on gobbling up the remainder of my lunch, hoping Sara isn't spending too much on me.
...
"Sara, our room is on the second floor."
"Not anymore. I upgraded and asked them to take our bags up after we left."
"What! When?"
"Oh, sometime before you woke up this morning."
"You sneaky little…"
"Hey- no backtalk. I won't hesitate to punish you… again." A shiver runs up my spine as the elevator dings and the sleek steel doors part for us. Sara walks down the plush hall with confidence, clearly knowing exactly where we're going. She leads me to a room at the end of the hall and opens it with a swipe of the key card in her back pocket.
I walk in cautiously behind her, feeling for some reason as if we're trespassing into someone else's room. The first thing I notice is that it's about ten thousand times better than our old room (which I had actually considered pretty good already). A humongous, soft-looking king sized bed sits in the middle of the room. My eyes take in everything- the paintings on the wall, the flat screen TV, the leather reclining chairs, our bags neatly placed at the foot of the bed. It's too much. I take a few staggering steps and collapse on the downy white comforter, staring at the elaborate crown molding above me.
"How did you… Sara this is…" I mutter. She gives a chuckle and starts to fish through her bag for something. I don't even notice when she fishes through her bag for her camera. I don't notice when she exits the room to explore the adjoining bathroom. But my ears and curiosity prick when I hear running water.
"Tegan! Come in here." I hear Sara's loud and commanding demand through the door just as I start to wonder if I can get away with changing out of this dress while she's in the bathroom. My hand starts to turn the doorknob when I hear Sara's voice again.
"Wait!"
"What… what is it?"
"Take your clothes off first…. all of them."
"Holy shit, are you ever not horny?" I mutter under my breath, but slip out of my clothes eagerly in spite of myself. Opening the door, I'm met with a full face of hot steam.
"Oh... my... God..." I stammer as I walk further into the bathroom. Sara's sitting in a large tub of water, submerged just up to her defined collar boned. Her head rests on the rim of the hot tub, her eyes closed and her face completely relaxed. Heat sensitive tiles on the wall are crazy with reds and oranges. The water bubbles up all around her.
"What are you waiting for, Tee? Get in." Sara says, still with eyes closed. I immediately obey her command, gingerly slipping into the hot tub across from her, sighing as the scalding water prickles my skin. She opens her eyes and rests her elbows on the rim of the tub, revealing the tops of her perfect breasts.
"Aaaahh..." Sara sighs, taking a few deep breaths. I notice a small bruise near the crook of her arm and throw her a questioning look. "Just bound a little too tight today." before I can say anything more, she's advancing across the water.
"You never waste any time do you?"
"There are only so many hours in a day." and suddenly she's on top of me, legs wrapped around my hips and mouth searing into mine in a dominating kiss. I moan into her mouth, and she immediately pulls away, viciously biting and sucking my neck. I know better than to try to distract her, but I can't help myself from gripping at Sara's back, digging my nails in.
"You've been dying for me to fuck you all day, haven't you, Tee Tee?" Sara's hot breath is in my ear and her hips start to slowly but roughly grind into me.
"You're all wet again, aren't you?" She brings her hand down and plunges a single finger into my wetness. I buck up against her, desperate for more and a guttural moan rasps from my lips. "That's what I thought. Oh- you want more?"
"Y-yess! Sara- please." I beg, still trying to grind against her single digit which she stubbornly pumps in and out at a frustratingly slow pace.
"You're insatiable, huh? I just fucked you this morning and you already want more." Sara's voice in my ear is making me wetter by the second, and her hand is still barely moving. I can't take it.
"Stop talking and fuck me, already!" I whisper harshly into her ear. Sara gives an angry snarl and withdraws her finger from my pulsing walls, causing me to cry out in desperation. Her right hand snaps to the back of my head and grasps a clump of hair which she yanks down viciously. A loud splash of water and my yelp of combined pain and pleasure echo off of the tiles in the bathroom. Sara presses her naked body flush with mine and brings her lips to my ear.
"Don't ever talk to me like that, you little bitch. Now you're going to pay for what you've done." Sara bites down on my earlobe hard and moves her left hand to pinch my nipple harshly, her other hand still grasping my hair tightly. I squirm beneath her, scratching down her back roughly.
"Wandering hands?" Sara growls, and grabs said hand, shoving it between our bodies to cup her own warmth. Even in the hot water, I can feel her intense heat as my hand inches towards it. Sara tightens her grip on my wrist and shoves my hand directly on her clit, giving a raspy cry of satisfaction as it makes contact. I slip two fingers inside of her without hesitation, letting my palm hit her clit every time I thrust in. Sara sits up completely, grinding her hips into my hand
"Oh yeahh... yess! Shit... right there." Sara is moving so fast I can barely keep up with the speed of her bucking hips, but I try anyways, pushing deeper with every thrust.
"Ohh... S-saraa!" I scream in surprise and ecstasy when Sara suddenly shoves three fingers deep inside my dripping, throbbing core. Her walls start to clench around my fingers, and I hear water lapping up over the edge of the hot tub.
"Oh God... yes! yes! Fuck,I... I- UUNGH!" Sara arches against me, screaming and shaking violently as the powerful waves crash over her entire being. She doesn't slow for a second, instead intensifying her efforts, curling all three fingers deep inside of me and thrusting at an insane pace.
"Yes... just like that! Mmph, I'm coming, Yess!" I come hard against her, shaking and bucking, every breath coming as a quivering, breathy whimper that I can't hold back. Sara collapses on me, breathing hard, her arms hanging limply at her sides. I clutch her body close to mine, still breathing hard into her smooth neck. I open my eyes, seeing the previously calmly bubbling waters churning around, stirred into a frenzy by our movements.
"I have to say" I mutter when my breathing starts to return to normal "That's my favorite punishment so far."
"Oh, innocent little Tee Tee." Sara says slowly, her head lying heavily on my shoulder. "That wasn't your punishment, you enjoyed it waaayy too much."
"Well then when-"
"If I told you now it would take all of the fun out of the whole thing, wouldn't it?" Sara peels herself off of me and rises slowly from the tub. She grabs one of the fluffy towels from the rack and wraps it around herself. I just sit and stare, still in a daze and too sore to think of moving as a very fun task.
"Please tell me a nap is what we're doing next." I whine loudly as Sara towels her hair.
"Not a chance. Aren't those stupid workouts you do supposed to increase stamina?"
"They're not stupid." I mutter under my breath.
"Well... get up and get dressed, we're running late. And don't even think about putting on those ratty jeans you've been wearing around for the past week." I sigh and get up to slip on a towel, not bothering to dry my hair as I enter the chilly bedroom. Despite my tiredness, there's no denying how eager I am to discover what Sara's got planned for the rest of our day.