A/N: Many apologies...apparently when I uploaded this chapter last night before going to bed, I closed my computer too quickly or something and it didn't post ;( So, here it is now. Thanks to Brithna for the little 'you can do anything' prompt. Hope you all enjoy. More to come very soon! xox


Chapter Four

Andrea couldn't fall asleep. Not wanting to disturb Miranda, she lay with her eyes closed, savoring the moment. Miranda Priestly, Editor-in-Chief of Runway magazine was curled up along her body, her breathing slow and rhythmic. How did I get here? Andrea wondered as she contemplated their new relationship.

Just two days ago, Andrea thought Miranda was driving somewhere to kill her, when in fact, she was just punishing her in a rather unexpected way. In the past twenty-four hours, Andrea had learned about Miranda's secret BDSM lifestyle and read as much as she could about how to be a sub—a sub for Miranda. But now, Miranda asked them to switch, and while Andrea agreed, she was both confused and terrified at the prospect.

She couldn't deny her feelings for her boss, which had only deepened since their recent encounter. She loved how it felt to hold Miranda, to make her happy, to keep her safe, but she was unsure about the power that came with being a Dom. Sure, she was always bold and outspoken. Andrea was not afraid to reach out and take what she wanted, but she didn't know if she could bring herself to torture and humiliate Miranda. Her entire day was spent catering to Miranda's each and every need, pampering the editor and following her orders without question. Of course there were days when she cursed the woman, but never had she imagined taking action. In fact the thought of Miranda powerless, on her knees at Andrea's feet sent a shiver down her spine.

"Mmhhm," Miranda hummed, turning to lie on her back. "Mmm," she sighed again as Andrea repositioned her arm. Miranda blinked several times, her eyes slowly adjusting to the bright midday light.

"Good morning," Andrea purred, watching the silver-haired goddess wake.

"Ooh," Miranda gasped, quickly closing her eyes. "Good morning, Mistress," she replied.

"Can we drop out?" Andrea asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "I just want to talk about this a little more if that's okay."

Miranda nodded. "Can I go to the bathroom first?" she asked.

"Of course!" Andrea replied. "Take your time. I'll meet you downstairs."

Miranda waited until Andrea left the room before crawling out of bed. Her muscles were sore, and she was grateful Andrea did not see her walking to the bathroom. Downstairs, Andrea made a fresh pot of coffee and helped herself to a banana. Minutes later, Miranda descended the stairs in a crisp white blouse and black skinny jeans. Her hair and makeup were flawless, and of course, she was wearing nude platform heels.

"I suppose this is the part where you tell me you changed your mind? That you've had time to think about it and you only agreed to please me," Miranda said with a chuckle as she approached the kitchen. "As I said before, Andrea, this will not have any bearing on your employment," Miranda added as she stood at the counter, fixing a cup of coffee.

"Miranda—" Andrea protested.

"No, no," she said, raising her hand. "I don't have time for your excuses."

"Miranda!" Andrea practically shouted, reaching out and grasping the woman's wrist. Miranda looked down at the hand clamped around her wrist and followed the arm up to meet deep brown eyes. "I did not change my mind," she said. "Will you just take a deep breath and sit down?" she asked impatiently.

Miranda was speechless. Nodding, she quickly slipped into the barstool.

"Okay. Thank you," she said. "This is still new to me, and I was wondering if you might be willing to teach me or guide me or direct me to someone who can. I—I don't want to upset you."

"Andrea, you need to learn to separate our roles at work from these roles in private," Miranda said.

"I know. But can't I just ask you—just this once?"

"Fine," Miranda huffed.

"Okay. So first, I don't want you to call me 'Mistress.'"

Miranda quickly turned her head, looking at Andrea sharply, "Will you be 'Master' then?"

"No, just Andrea," she replied.

"What will you call me?" she asked.

"Do you like 'Pet' or would you like something different?" Andrea asked.

"I cannot choose my own name, Andrea!"

"Sorry, sorry. Okay, 'Pet' it is. Now, what are your limits?"

"Just don't kill me, Andrea," Miranda said, winking.

"I'm trying to be serious, Miranda, geez," she said. "You passed out last night—I just, I need to know, okay?"

Sighing, she agreed. "Knife play is my hard limit. Go easy on anything that has to do with asphyxiation."

"Okay," she said, nodding, making mental notes. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

"I'm fine!" Miranda protested.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," Andrea said, setting down her coffee and walking away from the counter.

"Well you did your research, didn't you?" Miranda asked. "And you can do anything, right?"

Andrea spun around, her eyes burning. "On your knees, Pet," she said.

Quickly climbing off the chair, Miranda kneeled on the ground, her eyes fixed on the marble floor. "Yes, Andrea," she whispered as her heart began to race.

"My Pet, you scared me last night," Andrea said. "You weren't properly nourished, and you lost consciousness for more than sixty seconds."

"I'm sorry, Mi—Andrea. It will not happen again," she said.

"Have you eaten today?"

"No, Andrea."

Andrea opened the refrigerator and pulled out some hummus, celery, and pita bread and placed it on the table. "Eat, my Pet," Andrea said. "You will need your strength."

"Andrea, may I ask a question?" Miranda said.

"Yes."

"May I sit at the table to eat?"

"Yes," Andrea replied. She bit her lip, mentally kicking herself for slipping on that instruction.

"May I begin eating?" she asked.

"Yes. Stop asking me," Andrea said.

"I'm sorry, Andrea," Miranda said. "It makes me happy to have your permission, though," she added.

Andrea thought about it, and it seemed like Miranda was actually helping her out by telling her what she likes. Maybe this is a hint, Andrea thought. "You are eating very well, Pet," she said.

Several minutes later, Andrea said, "You may be finished when you are ready."

Miranda pushed the plate away and said, "thank you, Andrea. I am finished."

"Very good," she said. "Now, follow me, Pet." Miranda followed Andrea up the stairs and into the bedroom. "This room is not very tidy, Pet. Straighten the sheets and pick up this stuff," she said.

"Yes, Andrea," Miranda responded and quickly made the bed and deposited the various garments scattered on the floor into the laundry basket in the closet.

"Now, Pet, you don't want to wrinkle your nice white blouse, do you?"

"No, Andrea," she responded. Andrea slowly began to unbutton the blouse, beginning with the right sleeve, then the left sleeve, then the buttons, working her way down Miranda's torso. Miranda gasped as Andrea's fingertips grazed her abdomen.

"Hang your blouse back in your closet," she said, pulling away and walking towards the bed.

"Yes, Andrea," Miranda said, removing the blouse and placing it back on a hanger in her closet. Meanwhile, Andrea was searching through the drawers in Miranda's bedroom until she found what she was looking for. In the top drawer of her nightstand was a pair of non-designer reading glasses and a paperback bible. The drawer seemed much more shallow than it should have been, and given the strange items she found inside, she felt around until her hand grasped a small ribbon near the back of the drawer. Lifting up released the false bottom of the drawer and revealed a range of sex toys. Selecting what she wanted, Andrea called Miranda over and instructed her to lay on the bed. She stretched the woman's arms over her head, gently cuffing them to the bedpost with the leather cuffs.

"No touching, my Pet," she said. "And, you know the rules. You are here for my pleasure. You only come on my command. And," she added, "if you're good, I'll make it worth your while."

"Ohhh, yes, Andrea," Miranda moaned, writhing on the bed.

"Pet, have you ever been in handcuffs?" Andrea asked.

"No, Andrea," she panted breathlessly.

"Do you enjoy being handcuffed?" she asked, pressing the issue.

"Yes, Andrea," she moaned, "for you."

"Pet, I want you to look at me," she said. "You may look me in the eye." Miranda's eyes were heavily dilated as she turned her focus to Andrea's burning gaze. "Very good," she said, "now lie still—don't move."

Miranda froze as Andrea crawled closer, her body hovering inches above her own. Andrea bent down and softly pressed her lips to Miranda's neck, nibbling and suckling softly on the delicate skin behind her ear and below her chin. Miranda moaned, turning her head and arching her neck, urging Andrea on.

"I said don't move," Andrea repeated, pulling her lips from the editor. She let her hands graze over the woman's shoulders, down the curve of her breasts, sitting high with her hands over her head. Reaching around, she unhooked the clasp and peeled the bra away slowly, pushing it above Miranda's head as full, heavy breasts tumbled from their restraints.

"Andrea," she said. "If it pleases you, you can suckle my breasts," she said, arching her back slightly.

The brunette's eyes darkened as she gazed down at Miranda's taut nipples, her flesh straining against her skin. She had noticed Miranda's breasts long ago, as the editor was apt to lean over her desk working on photos when the assistant approached. Every time Miranda wore a wrap blouse or that black cotton-blend dress, she imagined what it would be like to press her face between those perfect, porcelain orbs. She imagined feeling the warm flesh against her cheeks while she licked the small strip of smooth skin between, inhaling a scent that was sweet and musky, uniquely Miranda. Andrea paused, trying to consider what her reaction should be to Miranda's request.

"That is very kind, my Pet, thank you for your generous offer. I am pleased to see such concern for my pleasure," she said.

"Anything, Andrea," Miranda said breathlessly.

Andrea slowly brought her hands to Miranda's breasts, circling them, pushing them together, massaging them. Her hands were too small to hold them. She softly pressed her lips to Miranda's sternum, dragging her tongue up between her mounds. Wrapping two hands around her left breast, she began squeezing and massaging, watching as Miranda's areola grew darker. Bringing her hot, wet lips to the straining nipple, Andrea licked and nibbled and kissed her breast while the woman beneath her released tiny moans.

"Andrea," she said, her voice low and husky, "it might please you more to suck my breasts."

Andrea was slightly confused—wasn't that what she was just doing? Nevertheless, she returned her lips to the silken skin and began softly sucking.

"Oohhh," Miranda moaned quietly as the brunette continued to suck, "harder, Andrea," she whispered.

She knew that as a sub, Miranda shouldn't really be telling her what to do, but maybe it was just this once since she had asked for some help in the beginning. Heeding Miranda's words, she sucked harder while the woman's moans grew louder and longer. Suddenly, she tasted something on her tongue. Slowly releasing the breast, she saw a few small translucent white beads on her nipple.

"Does this please you, Andrea?" Miranda asked hesitantly.

"Yes, my Pet, very much so," she responded, a grin stretching across her face as she returned to the woman's breasts. For Andrea, it was immensely erotic to literally be tasting Miranda, drinking her juices from those perfect breasts. Andrea moaned as she continued suckling, moving to the other breast, then back and forth between the two. Knowing she could do that all day, she pulled herself away slowly and leaned forward, meeting Miranda's gaze. "Are your arms okay, Pet?" she asked, concerned about how long the woman had been handcuffed. Of course the leather cuffs were a little loose and wouldn't hurt her, but she wanted to make sure her shoulders weren't in any pain.

"Yes, Andrea. Thank you for being so concerned," she said.

At that moment, more than anything, Andrea wanted to undo the cuffs and pull the other woman into her arms, holding her, kissing her. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she moved further down on the bed, trailing her hands across the woman's abdomen. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the black skinny jeans, tugging them off the woman's body. Crawling her way back up, she softly pressed kisses along the inside of Miranda's leg until she reached her center. Pressing a single kiss to her center, Andrea slipped her hands into the lace boyshorts Miranda wore and slid them down, tossing them onto the floor. Andrea crawled up, her body sprawled out on her stomach on the bed as her mouth attached to the woman's slick folds.

"Mmhmm," she murmured, "you taste…so good…Pet," she said. Miranda bucked her hips into Andrea's face, desperately begging for release. "No, no, Pet," Andrea said. "Be still."

As Andrea continued her oral assault, Miranda's moans turned to whimpers, cries, begging for release. "You're so wet for me," Andrea said. "Your lips are so beautiful, so delicious."

"Oh god, ohgod, ohgod, pleeeease, Andrea!" she cried.

"Please what, my Pet?" Andrea asked.

"Please…please fuck me, fuck me hard," she cried.

"Oh, no, no, no," she said, pulling her lips away from the woman's sweet center. Miranda whimpered as Andrea stepped away and reached for something in the drawer. "Not yet, my Pet," she said, turning on a small fingertip vibrator and dragging it along Miranda's inner thigh.

"OooohAhhHaahhaaahh oohgod," Miranda babbled as her lower lips began to quiver. Andrea traced the vibrator around Miranda's folds, moving quickly, never staying in the same place for long. She watched as the woman's muscles flexed, eagerly awaiting her entrance. "Andreaaa, please," she begged.

Without hesitation, Andrea pressed the purple vibrator against her straining bundle of nerves while, with her other hand, she inserted two fingers and curled them up inside her. Miranda gasped, and Andrea felt her legs go rigid while her muscles inside spasmed, drawing her fingers deeper and deeper. After several minutes, Andrea turned off the vibrator and removed the pressure from her clitoris, watching as the woman's breathing returned to normal.

Slowly, she pulled her hand out from the warm folds and licked her fingers and palm clean. Miranda's eyes were closed. Andrea slowly crawled up her body and unclasped the leather cuffs, tossing the cuffs and her bra off the bed. Andrea brought Miranda's arms down, softly massaging her shoulders.

"Come here, Pet," she said as she moved back to lay against the pillows on the bed. Miranda followed, and Andrea directed her to sit across her lap. Wrapping her arms around the silver-haired goddess, she pulled her tightly to her chest, just holding her and tracing small circles on her back. "You were so good today, Pet," she said, "so beautiful and so…perfect."

Miranda looked up and sparkling blue eyes met brown filled with affection. Andrea quickly glanced down at Miranda's lips, wanting to know what they tasted of. Overwhelming desire flooded her as Miranda leaned in, crushing her lips against her own. Her lips were warm and supple, and she tasted of coffee. Her mouth exploded in passion as Miranda's tongue slid between her lips, hot and velvety. Andrea deepened the kiss, pushing Miranda back into the pillows. Miranda reached her left hand up and cupped Andrea's cheek, caressing the young woman's skin.

As Andrea moaned into the kiss, her eyes snapped open. Now, she finally understood what Miranda had meant when she said it felt like they were "flip-flopping" roles. And she agreed, it did feel good, but also very wrong. Slowly pulling away from their embrace, Andrea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "My Pet, you have been very good today, but remember, you are here for my pleasure."

"Yes, Andrea," Miranda said. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. But I want you—inside me—right now, Pet."

Miranda jumped up and began sliding Andrea's pants off, tossing them to the floor. Without hesitation, she took Andrea's sensitive bud in her mouth, her velvety tongue sending sparks through the brunette's body as she circled. Miranda guided Andrea's left leg onto her shoulder, then began dipping her fingers in the slick, wet folds, licking her fingers each time she pulled out of Andrea's writhing body. "Andrea," she hummed, "Is this pleasing you?"

"OOhh yes, fuck, it feels so good," she moaned. "Oh god, more, deeper," she cried, her left hand reaching out, balling the duvet cover in her hand.

"Andrea, may I step away for a moment?" Miranda asked.

Andrea looked up in confusion, her arousal clouding her thoughts. "Okay, yes, whatever," she said, pressing her own fingers to her core, relieving her ache at the loss of Miranda's touch. Soon, Miranda came running back into the bedroom, panting, and went directly to the bathroom.

"My Pet, wheeereee are you?" Andrea moaned, arching her back, letting her head fall back against the pillows.

"Right here, I'm right here, Andrea," Miranda said as she reassuringly reached down and began rubbing Andrea's clitoris. Miranda took the young woman's fingers in her mouth, licking any remnants of her juices on her fingertips. She picked up the dildo she retrieved from the den and began licking it, spitting on it to ensure it would be painless for Andrea.

Slowly, she began teasing Andrea's entrance, only entering an inch. "Andrea, darling, is this okay?" she asked.

"Oh god, yes, mooree!" she cried. "Deeper, oh shit, fuck me!" she panted.

As Miranda slowly pressed the dildo in further, she asked again, "Andrea, is this okay? Are you adjusted?"

"I had my fucking fist up there last night," she cried, "just shove it in!"

Miranda held back a laugh at Andrea's desperate outburst and instead, did just as the young woman asked, thrusting the dildo in the remaining six inches. "Oooh— ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh, shit! Oh shit, fuck, I'm so full, fuck, move!" she cried as she wriggled her hips.

Miranda gently moved the dildo out a half-inch and back in, increasing in speed as she bent down and took Andrea's sensitive bud in her mouth again, licking, sucking, nibbling with her teeth.

"OOOOH FUCK! MIRAAANDA!" she cried as her torso curled up, her muscles contracting uncontrollably. Miranda flinched at her name, but only for a second, as she knew Andrea was in no state of mind to consider a correction

Miranda released her clitoris, but maintained her thrusting as she hovered over the woman's core. "Andrea, you are so beautiful," Miranda whispered as the waves rippling through the young woman eased. She slowly slid the dildo from her folds, savoring every drop of Andrea's sweet juices as she licked it clean.

"Come here, Pet," Andrea said. Miranda gladly crawled up into Andrea's arms, resting her head on her chest. Seeing her nipples straining through the purple cotton tee, she gently reached up, brushing her hand over ever-so-softly. "Ohhh," Andrea moaned at the unexpected contact. Miranda cupped her breasts firmly, massaging and squeezing them. "Oh godddd, please," she moaned, arching into Miranda's touch.

Miranda bent over and took her nipple in her mouth, sucking through the thin fabric. "Off, off," Andrea moaned, pushing Miranda away just long enough so she could pull the tee over her head, tossing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Miranda looked down at Andrea, deliciously naked, lying in the center of her bed. "Andrea, let's reposition, huh?" she said. Miranda crawled over Andrea and lay on her back, pulling Andrea on top of her. "Is this okay, Andrea?" she asked.

"Yes, Pet, it feels wonderful," she said as she began grinding her pelvis against Miranda's lower abdomen. Miranda tugged her lower until her breasts were pressing into her face. Andrea felt Miranda's nipples against her stomach as their bodies pressed together.

Andrea wasn't sure if she was still riding on endorphins from earlier or if Miranda's lips and tongue were really that talented. Never before had she been so aroused from nipple stimulation, though. As Miranda continued her assault on Andrea's breasts, she reached her hand around, cupping Andrea's firm cheeks, slowly and delicately grazing her finger around her other orifice.

"Ooh!" Andrea gasped, sitting up at the strange feeling.

"Andrea, is this okay?" Miranda asked. "You can use your safe word if you need to," she reminded her.

"No, no, it's fine. It's just…it surprised me," she said.

Miranda returned her attention to Andrea's breasts, sucking and biting while the young woman's muscles began to quiver. Miranda felt her wetness pooling against her abdomen and grew increasingly more aroused at the thought of the young woman licking her own come off her stomach.

Andrea's breathing quickened as she circled her hips along Miranda's torso, trying to find the right angle. Miranda released her breasts from her mouth and guided her farther down her body, moving her leg so that Andrea now only straddled her partially-bent right leg. Miranda pinched and tugged at Andrea's nipples while the brunette crushed herself against her thigh.

"Ooooh, oho, oho, oh!" she moaned. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as her chocolate tresses tumbled down over her shoulder. Miranda was mesmerized, watching the young woman unravel before her eyes. Andrea collapsed into the bed. "That was amazing," she said, "thank you, Pet." Andrea slowly pushed herself off the bed, heading to the bathroom.

"Andrea, where are you going?" she asked, feeling a shiver come across her very naked body.

"To shower—sorry, may I use your shower, Miranda?"

"Of course," she said, "please, you don't have to ask. Andrea, is everything okay?"

"Yes, Miranda," she said, "it's fine. I'll be finished in two minutes."

As Andrea shut the bathroom door, Miranda watched in confusion. Weren't things going well? Did she say something to upset her? Miranda couldn't figure it out and just presumed it had something to do with Andrea being uncomfortable in her new role….hopefully that's all it is, she thought.

In the shower, Andrea quickly washed her hair and body. She couldn't explain why she ran from Miranda so quickly, but something inside told her she needed to run or she would be in too deep. As much as she tried to play the role, she was head over heels in love with Miranda Priestly and tumbling fast.

Andrea stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself in a towel. She towel-dried her hair, then piled it on her head in a messy bun. She brought a change of clothes in her bag, which was, as she recalled, downstairs in the hall. Stepping out into the bedroom, Miranda was nowhere to be seen. Andrea continued heading downstairs to grab her bag, then ran up the steps to change in the bathroom. Slipping on her skinny jeans and cotton crewneck, she hung the towel on the rack. Before she left the bedroom, she picked up their pile of clothing from the floor and tossed it into the laundry bag in Miranda's closet. One last glance at the bed, Andrea headed back downstairs.

"Miranda?" she called.

"In here," Miranda called from the kitchen.

"Oh," Andrea said, seeing Miranda leaning against the counter with a glass of water. She was wrapped in her grey robe, her eyes looking slightly puffy. "I, uh, just wanted to say bye," she said.

"You don't have to leave, Andrea," Miranda said quietly. "You are welcome to stay."

"Miranda, I don't feel comfortable in your house if you're not here. Now, you have just under an hour before Roy will be here to pick you up for James Holt's party," she said. "But thank you for the offer."

Miranda gasped, bringing her hand up over her mouth. She had completely forgotten about the party. Her eyes glanced at the clock—it was 7:30pm and the party started at 8. Roy was to pick Miranda up at 8:15pm. "I—I forgot," Miranda said, blushing. "I—is that why you got up so quickly?"

"Yes," Andrea lied. "I'm sorry—I didn't want you to be late because of me."

"Thank you, Andrea."

"My pleas—uh, of course, Miranda," she said. "Enjoy yourself tonight, and, uh, I will see you on Monday," she said, turning and walking out of the kitchen.

"Andrea," Miranda called, following after her. "As you know, I do not plan to stay at the party, as I am just merely making an appearance. Would you consider having a late dinner with me?" she asked. Sensing Andrea's nervousness, she continued, "It will be very informal. I'm wearing a casual dress to the party, and I mean, we both need to eat, and I suspect we have somethings to discuss… But if you have plans, please, it's nothing."

"No, Miranda, I don't have plans," Andrea said. "And yes, I will join you for dinner. When and where should I meet you?"

"I'll have Roy swing by your place around 9:15 and we can go from there—is that okay?"

"Yes," she said. "See you then."

Miranda smiled as she watched the woman exit her home. The woman she had spent the past twenty-four hours with. The woman she was falling in love with.

to be continued.