The sun was just rising as Lucy packed up her night bag. She stopped, wondering if she would need the first aid kit. "Yeah," she said. She tucked it in under the towels she rolled up. She looked at Happy perched on the counter and watching her. She smiled at him and scratched at the base of his tail. He stood and arched into her fingers. "Cutie." She kissed his head and went to pour out her coffee when she heard the bedroom door open. She tensed up when Natsu came out. He was wearing only his gym shorts and his hair stuck out in even more spikes than usual.

"Luce…" He yawned and went to the coffee maker. "Why are you up?"

"Fraust wants me on the other side of the state within the next three hours so I can do an exclusive. I'll be back tomorrow morning." She zipped her bag before he could peer in.

He looked down at her with droopy sleepy eyes. "Be safe," he mumbled. He went in to kiss her forehead just to get his nipple twisted. "Ah! Fuck you." Happy ran off in fear. "Look what you did."

"You screamed." She chuckled.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're worse than Erza."

"Hm?"

He put a pod into the coffee maker and put a cup underneath. "Oh, she's my sister. Seriously, let me take you with me next month."

"No. I went to one brunch with you to see your caretaker and he asked me if I was your girlfriend. I don't need people assuming that."

"I'll preface. This is Lucy: she's gay and my roommate. Then I'll throw you to my sisters because we got a good four that aren't straight and all of them are single." He grinned.

"Your wingman conquests have proved a failure, Natsu. I'm good."

"I swear you'll lose your virginity to a gay for pay chick at this rate," he teased as he followed her to the door. She flicked him on the forehead and shut the door behind her.

She drove up to the small cabin she rented for the day. She called in sick, using a convincing cough and she shut her phone to only go off if it was Titania or Levy. Levy knew better than to call for the day.

She got in and left the back door unlocked for Titania. She put what the woman requested on the kitchen counter and jumped in the shower.

She stepped out as she heard heels clicking. She cursed and hid around a corner. She peeked and saw Titania in normal clothes. No corset or leather. Just a pleated skirt and a black turtleneck sweater. She carried two duffle bags with one hand and in the other, she had a travel tray of coffees with a pastry bag between the two cups.

"Hello?" She called.

Lucy stepped out from around the corner, holding the fold of her towel to keep it secure.

Titania stared at her, cheeks going pink. She's cute like this, Lucy mused.

"I didn't think you'd be over anytime soon." Lucy looked at the wall clock. It was only about eight.

"I was hoping to get here first. You said the back would be unlocked."

"Well, I had to be here to unlock it." Lucy stepped closer. "One sec just let me change—"

"No." Titania gained her composure and looked at Lucy. "You'll stay naked for me." Titania dropped her bags and put the coffee on the counter. "Come on. Towel off."

Lucy glared steadily at her. Titania lifted her chin and quirked a burgundy brow. "Something to say?" the dominatrix drawled.

Lucy dropped the towel and felt the cold air hit. She felt her nipples harden and goosebumps on her legs pop up.

Titania nodded approvingly and stroked Lucy's cheek. "Good. You're beautiful." Lucy looked away with a scowl, cheeks reddening. "I didn't think I'd hear from you again." Titania held up a cup of coffee to Lucy. The reporter took it greedily, fingers and palms absorbing the warmth and lips to the brim to warm the rest of her with the bitter drink.

"I liked the first experience so why not?" She watched as the woman drank the coffee a sharpie scribbling indicated as black coffee. She made a face at the drink. "You can put sugar in it. I brought some because I thought I would be making myself a cup before you showed up."

"No. It's fine." Titania took a gulp, shuddered, and put it down. She grabbed the towel and put it on a chair for Lucy. "Sit, My Rose."

"Your Rose?"

"Well, no one has deflowered you," Titania smirked as Lucy's cheeks and neck flared up red, the color of lust painting across alabaster skin as if da Vinci himself manifested such mastery.

Titania sat across from her. "You remember your safe words?"

"Lead and quill." Lucy sipped her coffee. It was odd that the woman got it right. "Did you—did you research me?"

Titania shifted and looked at her cup. "I'm about to spend twenty-four hours with you. Excuse me for being cautious and curious. Plus, you take pictures of the same flat white from that overpriced café on tenth. Which, fun fact, my first job was as a barista there."

Lucy chuckled. "Mine was a bartender at the club across the street from there. I got a fake ID so I could work there at eighteen. I can't tell you how many buzzed frat boys slipped me their number on a cocktail napkin."

"Probably just about the same number of how many frat boys I threw out of said club."

"You were a bouncer?" Lucy searched her mind to hopefully remember the woman. She knew she wouldn't forget a woman like Titania though.

"I'll do anything to stay afloat, Miss Heartfilia."

"Anything but other people." Lucy winced a bit after the joke left her lips. She worried the woman would stand up and walk right out.

Titania instead let out a small chuckle. "Yeah. I've been a waitress, mixologist, bouncer, instructor, dominant, submissive, I was a nanny for a few months but that was a wash and me being come onto by both parents didn't help."

"No! Who?" Lucy gasped.

"I legally can't tell you. You should know this," Titania smiled. She liked talking to the girl. And there was something in those golden-brown eyes that made her almost want to tell her everything. Almost.

Drinks were finished and Titania got up and got herself ready in the bedroom. She called Lucy in and the woman knelt at the threshold upon instruction.

Titania stepped up. She now wore leather pants and a bustier with blue lace covering her. There were no patterns on the front, exposing the skin underneath to let Lucy see the flawless skin and subtle lines of abs. But the back was hidden in patterns, skin thus not visible.

Titania had the woman hold her hands up and she then put leather cuffs on her, o-rings on the simple leather that the dominant took a carabiner to attach and thus restrain Lucy. "While you are in these cuffs, you belong to me. While you are in my care I will hurt you and watch over you. While you are in my care you will be respectful and honest. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress," Lucy whispered. She stood when instructed.

Titania moved her to a chair with arms. She had her sit with her legs apart and undid the clip that held her hands inches apart. Lucy gripped the arms as Titania knelt in front of her. She shifted her hips, bucking closer to the woman.

"You're already squirming and you haven't even been stimulated. How desperate and lewd." Titania smirked as Lucy pouted. She untangled the wires and placed the pads on Lucy's inner thighs, the dimple of her back, and then took out a short and clear device that was a series of small beads and was connected to wires as well. "Can I put this in you? It's brand new and we'll start slow with the stimulation."

Lucy whimpered, feeling herself clench at the thought of what was to come. "Please."

The older woman hesitated. The noise was so needy and simple. And she gave up all control, making her consent a plea. She thanked God that she had no physical way to show her arousal. She got her nerve back and slipped the toy in.

Lucy groaned and her abdomen clenched. The entrance was smooth due to her excitement but it was foreign to feel something that wasn't her own fingers. "Oh!" She gasped out.

Titania arched a brow. She slowly turned the dial on the control box. She kept it low and watched as Lucy shudders and bit her lip. "Don't hold back, my rose." She stood and walked to behind Lucy, putting her hands on her shoulders.

Lucy writhed, hips bucking into the phantom body and the humming pleasure spreading from her upper thighs and core. "Mm…ah…" She whimpered and wanted to shut her legs to give more friction.

"Don't shut your legs. You'll hurt yourself." Titania whispered into Lucy's ear. She relished in the goosebumps on her back and the whine the forced stillness.

"Titania," Lucy moaned. It was still tight, resigned and quiet. It was almost a slip-up. Uttering it turned Lucy's cheeks as red as the rose she is compared to in Titania's eyes.

Titania moved and turned up the dial, knowing there was a line to walk and that the stimulation could turn negative. Though the strained moans and struggling to be quiet from Lucy was enough for her to collect that it was only pleasure.

Titania grabbed her chin. "Why are you keeping your voice in?" She forced the woman to look up at her. The smell of leather and eucalyptus wafted into Lucy's nose from Titania's gloved hands. Her whole body buzzed with its own current independent from the simply divine stimulation she was gifted by her queen.

"I'm not," Lucy strained and broke eye contact. Her toes curled into the carpet and her entire lower body was tensed.

Titania let her go. "Very well." Her gloved fingers went to Lucy's chest. Her nipples stood pert, allowing the dominatrix to easily trace around them. Lucy arched into the touch and bit her lower lip.

"Mm…no…" Lucy squirmed. Titania looked at her.

"You really not feeling it?" Titania smiled devilishly and squeezed them between her index fingers and thumbs.

"Ah!" Lucy let out a sharp breath and her hands shot up to wrap around Titania's wrists. "Mistress they're sensitive."

"I can tell. Every part of you seems like so. You really haven't been desensitized by experience." She pulled the erect nipples, making her whimper and then let go.

Lucy whimpered and her nails dug into Titania's forearms. The woman hissed and pulled away. "No!" Lucy cried.

"Brat." She pulled the toy from Lucy, making the young reporter sob in the loss.

"Please! I'm sorry." She got to her knees in front of her mistress. She gripped at Titania's bustier. "I was so close."

"Tsk." Titania looked aside. She heard a small whimper and she looked back down. Lucy was trembling, still in place and eyes dilated, a drop of ink spreading and consuming the flecks of gold in the bright irises. She pulled off the e-stim pads from Lucy's body after turning off the box. "On the bed. Crawl." Titania slapped her gently on the ass to punctuate her agitation.

Lucy made a face but obliged, dropping to her hands and making the journey of about ten feet. She climbed on and lied on her stomach.

Titania stared at the small crescent moons on her forearms. No blood drawn, but they were a harsh red. "Naughty girl." Titania grabbed a flogger from her bag and rope. She tied the rope to the posts and then looped them into the o-rings of her cuffs. "You shouldn't touch without asking."

"Says you!"

"My Rose, how can I do my job without touching you? That's what you're paying me for." Titania ran her fingers down Lucy's back. Immaculate skin. She took the flogger and ran the soft strips of suede along her back. The woman shifted her shoulders. Titania paused when Lucy turned her head to look over her shoulder.

"What do I have to do to make amends?" Lucy whispered. It didn't drip with lust. Oh no, that wasn't the woman. It was small and soft. She was either defiant or gently trusting.

Titania lowered her arm and stepped back. She looked at the candle she set up. She grabbed the red candle and straddled Lucy's hips. "Endure and when I think you've made amends I'll let you cum."

Lucy gulped and nodded. She gripped the ropes and turned her head down. Erza started from a high height, the wax almost solid as it touched Lucy's back. The woman jumped a bit as one drop came after the other. A line of five droplets hit at the base of her back and traveling to her midback.

"That feels so good," Lucy whispered. She pressed her ass up into Titania's crotch. It drew a small groan.

"No!" The woman put her hand into Lucy's hair and tugged admonishingly. The woman cried out and buried her face into the pillow.

"I'm sorry, I just—"

"Stay still!"

The woman was stone until Titania loosened her grip. The redhead sighed softly and her fingers traced her back. "Do you want to say it?"

"No. I've been misbehaving. Go on, ma'am, please."

Titania tipped the candle again, red wax splattering across Lucy's thighs. The woman gasped and her fists clenched as she tried to stay still.

The patterns were random, blotches of dragon scales mapping out across Lucy's milky skin. Titania painted them across. She turned Lucy over to look at her as they reached halfway down the candle.

Her eyes were blown again, searching for comfort in the queen. She didn't know better. Titania just smirked and made a circle of wax around Lucy's navel. The woman tensed and whimpered as the candle was close to her skin, allowing the droplets more heat and time to slide across the skin before solidifying.

Seeing her face made it harder for Erza to stay in character. The way the woman ground into her wasn't much of help. It was like the woman could sense her energy, know what she was doing to her. But there was no way. It was simply a reaction, a reach for intimacy as she didn't know better.

It had to be that.

She watched as the woman's plump lips parted, letting out small gasps and the way they pressed tight to suppress the whimpers deep in her throat. Her heart and lips searched for the right name for her queen. She could taste that curiosity in the air, as it lay bitter in the sweetness and musk of desire.

She left the woman a mess of wax and a blotchy flush or arousal that gave depth and hues to the wax as if to truly give the woman scales.

She grabbed the box and the toy. She slid only that in and turned it on. Lucy went from panting in feeble attempts to quell her need to then howl in the return of wonderful stimulation.

"Oh…Mistress. Thank you, thank you," she whispered hoarsely. Her nails were in her palms and her toes curled.

Erza could only watch in awe as the woman went from quiet to wanton with the flip of the switch. Her hips bucked as if a woman was connected to the toy, eagerly pleasuring her. The way she moaned out her words were as if she was praising a divine force granting mercy. As if she had been granted ambrosia.

She dug her nails into her thighs and watched as the woman arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry and then collapsing. She twitched as stimulation stayed consistent and rode her through, prolonging it all.

She worried her lungs would give out as it hit her. It was unlike anything she got from herself. It was coaxed out from someone else, denied from her before. She had to earn it and by god, it was worth every moment.

Titania shut off the electricity and eased it from Lucy. She bit her lip as she saw the muscles clench around nothingness for the toy. Lucy whimpered and then sucked in a series of calming breath.

Titania untied her and picked her up bridal style. The woman was almost limp, barely able to lift her arms to wrap around the woman's neck. She fought nuzzling into the swan-like neck of the dominatrix. She didn't feel worthy of it. She was just the lucky peasant to be brought to the queen's secret quarters.

Titania put Lucy in the bath of the master bedroom they were in. She turned the water on and grabbed a washcloth.

"I already bathed." Her cheeks were pink. It was a bit humiliating to think that Titania was going to bathe her like she was a child.

"It'll make getting the wax off easier." Titania took off her gloves and then hesitantly proceeded to take off her heels and her pants. She sat on the edge of the bath, feet in the water. Lucy almost wanted to laugh as the woman wore a set of pink panties with strawberries on them. It didn't match the bustier at all. It was too cute really. It was enough to keep her from dying of embarrassment. "Wipe that smile off your face. I don't do this for just anyone, so be grateful." She had Lucy face away from her and took the saturated cloth and placed it on the wax. She got it soft and wiped it away rather than picking it off or slapping it away like she knew other doms to do.

She knew Lucy wasn't an extreme masochist. Knowing her background she supposed this was to get disciplined as she never got enough attention as a kid to get that from a normal source. She also was so tightly wound and had no real outlet so why not search for alternatives?

"I haven't taken a bath with anyone before," Lucy mumbled. Her head was angled down as if she were praying. She was humming and her eyes were closed.

"Really? I would take them all the time with my brothers." Titania had her lift her arm. She winced, as the shoulders were sore from having them up in being restrained. Titania massaged away the tension and then rubbed off the wax, careful to not take hairs off the limb.

"How many brothers do you have?"

Titania thought for a moment. "Just the two." Gray and Natsu were her closest companions. Really the only two boys in Fairy Tail she would look at and have "brother" pass her mind.

"Halphas isn't related to you, is she?"

"Not by blood. We grew up together so I see her as a sister nowadays. When we were in our early twenties that definition died as we took out anger on each other. It's different now." Titania wondered what line to draw. Usually, she didn't talk too much. She would ask her client questions and they would hazily answer.

"Yeah. Levy mentioned that when she met you, you were wearing a collar." Lucy chuckled lightly. She got a wet slap on her shoulder that made her cry out. "Hey!" She pouted and rubbed at it.

Titania rolled her eyes and had her stand. The woman rested against the wall and grabbed Titania's wrist as the woman's hand went to her inner thighs. "I got it. "

"Are you uncomfortable?" Titania whispered.

"No …I'm just…not ready to be aroused again," she whispered, cheeks turning pink.

"Just let me do this. We can deal with that later. I don't want this wax to get all around the house." Titania put her hand on Lucy's lower back to help her stay stable as her other hand rubbed gently at the woman's inner thighs. At moments she could feel the woman's heat. The scratchiness of the woman's recent shave rubbed the back of her hand. The contact got a gasp from Lucy and the woman's hand slapped into the wall instinctively.

"Sorry," they said in unison.

Titania pulled her hand away, head downcast. "You're cleaned up. I'll leave you for a bit while I get stuff ready for the next scene." Titania grabbed the robe Lucy brought from its hook on the back of the door. She threw it at the woman and stepped out, not caring about her own pants or the heels. She shut the door and hugged herself. "Fuuuck." She rubbed her thighs together and kept herself silent. She could feel her core throb and the knot in her abdomen promised to her that she was inconsolably wet.

She went to the bedroom where her stuff was. She didn't care as she locked the door and laid in the bed. Her panties ended up at her left ankle.

Her mind flashed to the way Lucy's body tensed and the sound of her voice. Not wanton, no...in it's own way erotic yet so prim.

Her fingers dipped into her own panties, parting the folds to let her middle finger circle the hard bead of flesh that was her clit. She clenched her jaw and tipped her head back. She thought of the shaved lips, how wet Lucy was. The smell of her made her wonder how she would taste on her tongue.

This fucking girl. She stayed quiet, only letting out harsher breaths as she worked quick. The humiliation would be intolerable if the woman figured out that she had gotten riled up. She was supposed to be indifferent. Now, of course, some women would stir her up but she could stay composed.

But here she was, fingers stroking feverishly around and over her clit as she struggled to get a release from the ache. "Fuck, C'mon..."

She shut her eyes, thinking of how Lucy's body arched, the way her skin ebbed with arousal, the way her voice raised…

She felt a jolt in her, a rejection of being close. Her body wanted another person as part of this. But she had to settle for her hand.

Though, could she cross that line maybe? She could fist Lucy's hair and pull her between her legs, have her learn the technique until it was perfect enough to undo her mistress.

No, Lucy was so innocent. So trusting. She couldn't violate that. No matter how much she wanted to.

Her fingers went inside her and she pictured the quick hands that worked to write in that swooping script. She would have a sense of pattern with them, Erza knew. Even if she was inexperienced, she would know how to be consistent. She thrust her fingers at a quick pace and buried her face into the pillow, trying not to cry out.

Her mind kept away any darkness, only on the thought of being touched. Being cared for. Being…

She let out a small groan as she came, a few gasps with the following tremors. She sat up and sucked in a few breaths as she recovered. She texted Mira that she was okay for now.

Her fingers trembled as she moved to get up.

She got up, dressing into a new outfit and walking out. Lucy was wearing clothes and waiting in the living room. A pink sweater and a white skirt. She looked cute and soft, her hair combed and wet. She smiled softly at Titania. She still had on the cuffs.

Titania's heart skipped and she came over. She wanted to mention how Lucy didn't ask to get dressed. Titania came over to her and Lucy smiled softly at her, eyes sparkling. The dominatrix wasn't…used to that kind of look. She's had admiring looks, lustful looks…but this was soft. Vulnerable. Trusting.

She swallowed nervously as she sat down across from her. "What did you have in mind in trying next?"

Lucy smiled.