Kate wasn't a jealous woman…
Okay, yeah she was.
When Mistress Adler was in her prime, every act of sexual deviance she committed on her clients would make Kate's blood boil with envy.
Kate had been drugged, shot at, and threatened with her own life more times than she cared to count. And now that they were supposedly lying low, she expected some sort of change, maybe a bit more intimacy, but instead she had become Irene's glorified hand-maiden.
There were no more crops, no handcuffs, no leather; it was as if Irene lost her lust for life. All because of Sherlock Holmes.
She doesn't even like men! But I'm certain he does…
Kate made her mistress her favourite tea and set out a plate of biscuits; mostly for show, seeing as Irene was on another one of her hunger strikes.
He broke her heart. I should be breaking his legs.
She needed cheering up.
"You could suspend me from the ceiling, you always used to like that," she offered, as she brushed out Irene's hair.
Irene sat at her vanity, letting out heavy dramatic sighs.
"Or you could tie a crib mattress to my back…" Kate suggested.
Irene merely shrugged in response.
"Flogging?" she tried.
Irene continued to stare at herself in the vanity mirror.
"I'm not your slave!" Kate blurted out after keeping it inside for far too long. She let the brush fall to the ground. "Sexual or otherwise!"
She grabbed Irene roughly by the chin, forcing Irene to look up at her.
"I love you," she growled as tears filled her eyes.
She smashed their lips together and clamped her eyes shut.
She released Irene and took a step back.
Irene sat for a moment, blinking; taking it all in.
"Come to bed, my mistress," Kate beckoned.
"Irene," she corrected.
Kate fell on to the bed with a defeated sigh.
Irene got up, out of her chair, and crawled into bed with her PA. She cuddled up against Kate's backside and held her close.
"I'm sorry," Irene whispered as she pressed a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder.
"You're never sorry," Kate sniffled.
"I know," she smirked and let out a content sigh as she pressed her cheek against Kate's back.
Irene's hand slowly ventured up Kate's blouse. Kate backed up so her body was flush against Irene's. Irene combed her fingers through Kate's hair, moving it upward and onto the pillow. Irene placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before moving her hand to cup Kate's breast.
Irene caressed her breast and kissed her neck with earnest. Kate kept scooting backwards hoping she'd take a hint. While her mistress was toying with her upstairs, her downstairs was feeling more than a bit neglected.
I miss the whip.
This was a new form of torture she wasn't used to.
Enough with the foreplay!
Kate rolled over abruptly.
She grabbed Irene's hand a tugged it downward.
"I've been a naughty," Kate said with a low throaty growl.
Irene snickered.
"Punish me!" Kate whined.
Irene placed a hand on her cheek and stroked her thumb over her lips.
Kate sucked her thumb into her mouth. She mulled her tongue over it before biting down.
Irene pulled her hand away and laughed, "You little… bitch."
Kate gave her a wry smirk and Irene let out a little gasp.
"Oh, you're going to get it," she warned playfully.
"Oh please, mistress," she begged as she got up on her knees and slid down her skirt.
"Turn," Irene said with a wave of her hand.
Kate was bursting with excitement; she turned away quickly while Irene dug through the side table drawer.
Kate's entire body shuddered with anticipation while Irene prepped herself in the background.
Irene placed a hand on Kate's hip.
Kate craved her touch elsewhere.
Out of nowhere, Irene gave her a harsh slap on her arse; Kate let out moan.
God, how she liked it rough. It wasn't until she had met Irene that Kate transformed into a kinky little slut. Before that she had a husband… children…
She blocked everything out of her mind; pain was her therapy.
Irene ghosted her fingertips along Kate's spine, making her toes curl. What she wouldn't give for a pleated leather riding crop and some handcuffs, or at least some rope. She'd even settle for cable ties.
All they had to use was Irene's deft hand, or at least that is what Kate thought, until she felt something slide against her inner thigh.
Kate rested her head in her hands and presented herself for the taking.
Physically she was more than ready, but mentally… she wasn't sure she could handle it.
Irene slid in with precision and it felt good; not what Kate was hoping for. She wanted it to be thick, long, and invasive with moving parts and vibrating bits.
Irene started moving her hips agonisingly slow. The grinding motion provided some stimulation but not nearly enough. She wanted to be drilled; not screwed
Kate let out a whimper in desperation.
Irene took a pity on her for once and began pounding her. Kate began to see sparks fizz and fade as her mind went blank.
In that moment, her world was Irene and that blessed strapless dildo between her legs.
Kate soon appreciated the simple synthetic silicon trouser snake pounding into her pulsating pussy. It was then she realized she didn't need whips and chains; all she needed was…
"Irene!" she gasped as she came with tremendous force. Her thighs shook, trying to hold her arse upright for Irene to finish herself.
Kate ended up collapsing into a heap on the mattress.
She knew she'd have to change the soiled sheets later, but for now, she was content to lay in the mess she had made.
