*hope i can keep this up*
*i would just like to remind everyone that this is the alternate that i started writing, for myself, for fun*
*i put an M rating on this for a reason and the language in this fic has always been a bit more sexual than a lot of my other fics, not to mention karma had amy trapped between her legs already by like chapter 3 and the characters are really not themselves hahaha* *as my very first chapter stated: NO. FUCKS. GIVEN.*
*if you do not want karma tying amy to her bed post then you probably shouldn't be reading this fic. i couldn't lead with that disclaimer because it gives the fun away but i definitely apologize if it triggered anyone or hurt them. i hinted at the bed tying in one of the first chapters. there was also an allusion to eventual screaming. please stop reading though if you're sensitive to this. i never said this one was going for angst. i said i kept accidentally adding angst hahahaha those are two very different things but i apologize either way if this fic brought you discomfort*
*i honestly don't know where this is going, i'm just writing it without thinking as a personal exercise. i'll be lucky to get past this chapter tbh. this chapter really does feel like the end for this world*
*anyway… here's wonderwall…*
Chapter 12
Mercy
Amy felt her stomach tuck inside of itself. It wasn't actually doing that, of course, but the pleasure was too surreal and it felt as if it were literally twisting her insides and tightening them up.
"Fuck," she barely made out, the air stolen from her. Karma had bounced her body ontop of Amy's sex unrelenting in one foul swoop.
"Why'd you really call me last night?" Karma asked. She'd been thinking about it all morning. They'd had that sort of spat at the bar where Amy pushed her and Karma decided to challenge her back and get her to try and stay away. That only lasted the whole of two minutes. When night finally fell, and she was completely alone, Amy didn't have to think twice about it before slipping her fingers onto her phone and dialing up Karma with all intention to taunt.
"I told you why," Amy said, feeling vulnerable. By all accounts she should have won with that call, gotten to get out of jail free. Somehow she was still the one with her hands tied to the bed right now. Somehow she was still losing at the game that obviously had no fair rules.
They needed an umpire, them two.
"And Reagan?" Karma asked cheekily. Karma's hands were beginning to roam. Amy felt Karma's hands rubbing her sides until reaching the top of her dress and waiting for her to become completely aware.
"Don't," Amy warned, knowing her well enough by now to guess what she was about to do.
Karma looked down at her with determination as she used both hands to yank Amy's dress down off her breasts. Amy tried to stop it but again her hands were tied. She felt her entire body slip down just a bit with the strength of Karma's pull. Her bra was on so she still felt clothed but she knew that bare skin would be easy to tease and that worried her. She could only keep a strong face for so long.
Karma looked down to see Amy's chest heaving as Amy tried carefully just to breathe without portraying her own vulnerability.
"How'd you end up with her yesterday?" Karma asked.
Amy felt her arms stretched back, she felt they were getting sore from the number of times now that she had flexed with all her might and tried beyond reason to yank her hands back down. This was definitely a sick form of torture. Karma knew how badly Amy wanted to handle her now that she knew she couldn't. It was like the ties made her want it more. Did Karma even know? Had Karma been tied like this? WHY DID AMY HAVE NO ANSWERS?!
Suddenly she had important questions to ask but it obviously wasn't her turn.
"I thought I was supposed to be asking you questions," Amy bated. Her anger had nowhere near subsided, infact it was just coming up to it's peak again as her muscles shook from all the flexing and baiting of Karma's.
"You didn't ask the right ones," Karma said, reaching over to grip the bottle and take a sip again.
"You shouldn't drink so much," Amy pushed.
"I'm not like you," Karma scowled. She raised an eyebrow as she took another sip. Amy wondered what exactly it was Karma meant by that.
As a consolation, Karma offered Amy more but Amy shook her head to mean no and Karma shut up the bottle again and dropped it at her side.
Amy looked rightfully pissed for the way Karma was disrobing her. Karma bent down and kissed her mad face watching it relax. She let her hands roam down Amy's bare sides and push her dress down more. "Fine," Amy said, all that liquor on her tongue burning Amy and making her drunk.
"What're you gonna do to me?" Amy asked, her head spinning. She could tell Karma had been working up to something. There was a point at which it seemed Karma would stop. But now, Amy could tell, that moment was long gone and they were on another track, a fast and bumpy one.
"Tell me about Reagan." Karma pushed herself back up. She pushed the bottle away from herself. Then she reached over to that little toy she had yet to turn on.
She was more than ready to begin playing with Amy after all that had gone on. Amy had gotten her to cry after all. Perhaps she meant to? Perhaps not… Karma couldn't say right now but this was all fun.
Amy watched nervously as Karma moved the small toy from one hand to another above her. Every second that went by felt like agony. Every second was a second in which Amy was sure that soon Karma would be teasing her, as if she wasn't already doing that enough. On top of her, Karma twisted something and a buzz could be heard.
"Oh God," Amy said, instantly realizing what she was in for. She was pretty sure she wouldn't really last in a torture situation. She was also sure she was about to find out.
"Why aren't you answering me?" Karma asked. She looked down on Amy and saw how hard she was breathing. "You're okay right?" She pretended to worry.
"Ye- yeah," Amy said. "I'm fine," she lied. She was about ready to cum and Karma hadn't even touched her with that thing. She wouldn't last two seconds if pressure was applied. It'd be embarrassing for sure. Karma would laugh at her probably. Amy couldn't be sure though and she really did want to know.
"Really?" Karma asked, pretending to be surprised. Her keen intuition was leading her to believe that Amy was completely full of shit. Not that it was hard to decipher that at all. Amy was practically freaking out beneath Karma like she was. She was trapped and aware that Karma could torture her if she'd like to.
"Yeah," Amy urged, giving permission.
"Alright," Karma sang. Without warning she used a hand to yank one of Amy's bra cups away so she could slide the vibrating toy against Amy's already stiff nipple and watch her freak out.
"Uuuuh!" Amy cried out, the device against her skin felt hot like a shock shock. She let out a pained surprised noise.
Karma laughed and pulled the toy away.
"Lets try this again," Karma smiled, hovering over her. She had the right mind to drop both hands down on Amy's chest and just squeeze but that would jump the gun. Little was better. Little of this, little of that. Karma had to pace herself. It'd be no fun to just jump there. Amy was ready. It'd be over way too fast and Karma knew.
Amy whimpered but she wasn't about to cry mercy.
"How did you end up with Reagan last night?" Karma asked again, her eyebrow raised.
"I called her," Amy said quickly, not giving her the chance.
"You what?"
"I was drunk. I couldn't call you. Lauren had left. I had no one else."
Karma shifted and got off of her. It was strange. How could Amy have no one else? Amy was lovely and sweet when she wasn't pretending to be this careless sexual-beast of a creature.
Amy sensed some sort of judgement in Karma but she was sensing dead wrong. Karma only felt care for her and a bit of sadness. Everything else was an act. Amy deserved love and Karma knew that. This teasing thing was all well and good but Karma wanted to love her, she already did.
"I was drunk, okay? I'm not proud of it." And she really wasn't proud of it but it was what it was.
"Did you kiss her?" Karma asked curiously, she was actually quiet worried about this answer. She settled onto her side and ran the vibrator slowly up Amy's stomach. She had a desire to know more about her and a mind to trick her to tell. But the answers could change thing and that's why she was so preemptively guarded about it all.
Amy felt her heart pounding and her body sweating. Karma had chosen the perfect way to question her. Amy wouldn't lie when pressed like this, she was too much of a wimp, her brain wasn't fast under pressure and her mouth always took charge.
"I did," Amy panted. Just as she thought, she couldn't last, not at all.
Karma began to move the vibrator down toward Amy's belly button.
"Why would you do that?" Karma asked, trying not to be upset. Amy's answer meant she had chosen to kiss her ex right after Karma almost got her off in that bar.
Amy knew she was in trouble, she knew it before the vibrator even made it over her center and buzzed in a spot that sent her reeling and emptied her mind of all sense.
She let out a whimper and pulled tight on her leather straps in an attempt to win back her hands. Karma watched Amy react. She watched her whole body tense. Amy was so reactive it was addicting to toy with her this way. Karma even felt herself falling out of her facade, she was that entranced by Amy's reactions. Amy was lying there with half her dress pulled down and her stomach bare, her bare legs stuck out below the fabric of her dress that only covered her from right below her bellybutton to midway down her thighs.
"This isn't bothering you is it?" Karma asked, scooting closer to her and loving her with every single second she was allowed to be close.
"Nah-ah- no," Amy breathed out, barely audible, still tense from the pleasure she craved. She suddenly wished she was all the way naked. If she was naked this wouldn't be as painful as it was. It was just enough to feel but not enough to get her there. Karma knew, and so she played it up and deliberately pushed hard and then let up every now and then.
"Why'd you kiss her?" She asked, still upset about it, though it was hard to be given the situation.
"I was drunk," Amy reminded desperately. She wanted to scream it. Did Karma really not know?!
To play and to punish, Karma let the vibrator slip back up Amy's stomach and leave that space where Amy wanted it to be.
Karma made circles there, small slow little circles above Amy's belly button far away from where Amy craved to be touched.
She felt Amy coming down from the near high of a previously impending orgasm that would probably now never come.
Amy wondered why it had to be torture. But she knew it was dumb of her. Karma was right. Why did she call Reagan? Why did she kiss Reagan?
"I thought you wanted me," Karma said, rolling away from her and standing up on the other side of the bed, as if hearing Amy's thoughts.
Amy was there just ready to be taken. But Karma didn't like the idea of being second best or just not important enough to hold out for. Even with all the weird little games they were playing. Karma had already told Amy that she hadn't done much at all with anyone who wasn't her husband.
Speak of the devil. They both heard a large slam. It was the front door. It was particularly annoying and it shook the whole house when it closed.
Karma's expression completely changed. She became her true nervous self again and Amy saw. When Liam was around she was smaller, less than, and Amy didn't know why but she could see the change like red paint on a white wall.
"What's that?" Amy asked.
"Liam," Karma sighed, tears rushing her as she felt hopeless again all of a sudden like a wave had just shadowed over her and warned her that it would soon fall, and trap her from breathing, maybe even just suffocate her.
"Oh," Amy sighed. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or upset. On the one hand she really wanted to see what Karma wanted to do with her. On the other it was a strange thing, being tied somewhere and trapped behind doors and grounds and gates where no one could save her, or hear her scream. Not that she was really in any danger.. Yet.
Karma ran her hands through her own soft hair and momentarily hated her own stupid life. All she could think about was last night and how sad she felt before Amy called. And how Amy didn't know, she had no clue.
"Shit," Karma said, sitting down in a chair by her window. She had hoped that Liam wouldn't come home. It was early. Usually Liam was out all day. At least, it always seemed that way. Come to think of it, Karma was usually the one who was out. Now wasn't the time to be wondering how often Liam snuck home with one of his girls but now it was happening.
"What should we do?" Amy asked, reminding Karma that she couldn't move.
"It's fine," Karma lied. She'd never done this before.
They both heard a door and then laughter. It was more than one person. Liam and a woman for sure.
"Shit," Karma sighed. "This is why I never come home."
She rose up and walked to the door and just waited by it, to listen.
Amy watched from the bed. She watched Karma's mood change completely. All of a sudden Karma had absolutely no control over her life and Amy saw that, she saw the control leave her strong friend.
"Lock it," Amy said, upset by just the sight of that power draining from her.
Karma stood there, unable to move. She was trying to hear them. There was laughter and stumbling. They sounded happy. Karma had no clue who the girl was. Her heart beat fast and hard in her chest as she felt how heavy it was, Liam's constant betrayal.
"Karma, lock it," Amy said, pissed all of a sudden.
Angrily, Karma turned to face her and let her see that she was already crying despite herself and what she may have wanted.
"Come 'ere," Amy tried. If she hadn't been tied she would've gone to her before.
Karma turned and slowly walked. She sunk down onto the bed by Amy's side and felt lost. She didn't know what to do.
"Karma," Amy whined. "I wanna hug you but I can't."
Karma turned back to her and smiled once she remembered.
"I'm sorry," Karma said suddenly, it was like she was snapping out of some spell. She moved remorsefully to untie the leather strap on one of Amy's hands and release her.
Once one hand was free Karma kissed Amy's naked wrist more than once, apologizing for the pain. She shut her eyes as she did this. Then she moved on to remove the next strap on Amy's other wrist.
All Amy could feel now was tenderness in Karma's care. Karma's life had come down on her again like a hard unending rain and Amy was watching just shy and dry and waiting to be free enough to pull her in beneath her umbrella to shield her.
Amy scooted up on the bed and leaned back on the wall.
"Come 'ere," she said, without pause, pulling Karma in with both hands and hugging her. "Asshole," she muttered teasingly as Karma obeyed and fell into her without a fight. A grateful smile came turned up on Amy's face. She pulled Karma in with all of her body and wrapped her legs around her, lowering her mouth to catch Karma's forehead with an important kiss as she pet her hair and forced her head to be close on her.
Karma felt it as her tears came again. "I'm sorry," she repeated. She was overwhelmed all of a sudden. All of a sudden it didn't matter anymore who was in charge and who was at whose whim. She didn't want to play games. She wanted comfort and safety and home, all the things that she had lost for no reason with Liam and with no warning. It was really no wonder she was scared of trying again.
Amy felt that as she held her. She felt how sad Karma was and how fucked up her life had become.
"He's an asshole," Amy assured, hugging Karma tight and feeling how broken she was all soft and small in her arms.
Liam obviously didn't know Karma was home. He wouldn't have come home if he knew. But Liam rarely used the garage in the middle of the day. Karma was rarely at home. Karma was even going to hotels during half of her nights to avoid him entirely. Liam wasn't about hurting her, not really, but she wasn't supposed to be home.
Footsteps came close and Amy stiffened just in time as Liam threw the door open to check. He was shocked to find Karma there with Amy. Karma in Amy's mostly naked arms.
"Shit," his face dropped and Amy saw.
"Go," Amy said gruffly. He'd done enough. Karma didn't need to be overhearing his affair. All of a sudden, Amy was pissed at him too.
Liam shut the door and the girls both heard muffled whispers and then feet descending stairs. and then that large door again, this time a bit softer. Then a car started and sped off. Then it was just silence in the house and they were alone.
"I think he's gone," Amy said. She was still holding Karma and she didn't want to let go.
"How can you be sure?" Karma teased, pulling Amy's hand up to her lips and kissing it. Amy was so sweet to comfort her. Karma felt as Amy ran her fingers through her hair with care and rubbed the back of her neck to try and help calm her.
"I like having hands," Amy said.
"Don't get used to it," Karma teased. But she shut her eyes into Amy's touch and felt herself falling for her with how tender Amy was all the time with her words and her body and her natural way, the real Amy.
"I think I'm drunk," Amy joked dazedly. She felt Karma falling into her touch and embracing it instead of shying away. It was the closest they had come to affectionate touch and it felt nice.
"I know I'm drunk," Karma said. She pulled Amy's hand toward her mouth and licked Amy's index finger, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it just to taste her again. She wanted her so much.
Amy's insides stirred and she felt how desperate she was for Karma's touch in that secret place.
"Fuck," Amy said, her lips at Karma's temple. She shut her eyes and lay back against the wall to try and push her cravings away. "You are reeeeally good at fucking with me," she confessed, reveling in Karma's tongue against her finger and her body between her legs.
"That so?" Karma asked, after pulling Amy's finger out of her mouth and holding her hand, shaking her hair back off her shoulders and cheering up just a bit. She leaned forward onto Amy, crawling one leg over Amy's and then another. Amy's hand still in hers, she took that wrist again and pushed it back behind Amy's lower back. Amy was too happy to fight. She felt as Karma challenged her, moving her other hand to her other wrist and pushing it softly back too. Amy was fully aware that Karma was slowly beginning to tie her up again but she didn't care, she just stared straight at her as if to say, "oh yeah, what? What can you possibly do? You soft teddybear, you?"
This time was different. Amy's back was to the wall and Karma was sitting on top of her now, her body so very close it forced Amy to feel a strong ache in several places. Karma's center was ontop of her own and Karma's breasts were real close to her face just nearing her chin and asking to be touched.
"What are you trying to do to me?" Amy dreamily wondered out loud, her eyes meeting Karma's and tenderly gazing up. She was at complete surrender. She didn't care. She'd realized somewhere along the lines that Karma could have her anyway and she'd be happy. Her white flag was gift wrapped with a fancy ribbon and a hand-made bow. That gaze she had, said it all, Karma looked down at her in pure wonder.
"I dunno," Karma said, looking down on her lovingly and pulling Amy's face up in both of her hands. She wanted to reward her. "What do you want me to do?" She asked, shakily, and hoping for the best. Her gaze alternated rapidly between Amy's eyes and her lips and her breasts as she bit her lip without meaning to and felt how trapped she was how in love with this girl all of a sudden without warning.
When Amy didn't answer right away, Karma dipped down into her and kissed her hard leading Amy to want to rise.
Even after everything all Amy had wanted to do just then was take care of her. After all that teasing and cheating, after the anger and the choking on liquor and those assumptions, so easy to grasp, after the thrills and the downtime, Amy wanted her, she always did.
Amy looked up at her and loved her. Karma parted their lips and stared down at her to wait for an answer. "I want what you want. Whatever you want," Amy confessed, shaking her head. She was overcome and gazing up at Karma and hoping she could have her.
"I don't deserve you," Karma said, her knees hugging Amy's thighs as they shook and tears sprang up again into her eyes as she was overwhelmed by her.
"I think you do," Amy said matter-of-factly, wishing her hands were free so that she could kiss her again and end this madness of talking instead of fucking and talking instead of kissing and talking instead of…
"I don't," Karma insisted, knowing it and shaking her head. She moved her hands to Amy's neck and took a deep desperate breath as she ground her center down into Amy and shut her eyes up tight feeling how good it felt to be ontop of her this way and riding her.
"Mmmm," Amy purred, wishing hard that she could get her hands free and force Karma's hips down harder and hold her into her and force her to feel. "Shut up about what you deserve." Amy was so sick of Karma thinking she wasn't good enough or whatever it was that she thought. She was sick of knowing that deep down Karma was 100% sad. "What are you waiting for?" Amy asked with dreamy eyes as she gazed up at her defiantly without fear. When Karma got pleasure from her it turned Amy on.
"I dunno," Karma lied, looking down on her and realizing it just after saying it. All she wanted to do was have her and she was there. There was nothing stopping her but her.
"Kiss me," Amy urged, seeing how Karma wanted to.
Karma moved into her again and began to kiss her face slowly and then quicker.
Amy felt her cheeks growing warm from the kisses that were speeding up on her cheeks and her neck. Karma rode ontop of her, moving as she kissed her here and there, her heart racing. Amy felt her breath leaving her. It was growing hot and she was sweating, her head spun as Karma ground into her in silence. It all felt like magic and it felt right, she ached everywhere.
"If I let you go do you promise you'll stay," Karma asked. She was ontop of her and just waiting. Amy looked up at her and noticed the worry.
"Of course," Amy said, her heart breaking at the idea that Karma thought she needed to ask.
Karma let her forehead fall down to Amy's shoulder as her arms moved around her and she hugged Amy tight, her whole body wrapped up in her as Amy breathed her in without shame or secret.
"I've never felt this scared," Karma confessed. Her whole body was shaking and it was like the first time somehow. It was so very different.
"I know," Amy confessed. She'd be patient. That's what Karma needed after everything else.
Karma lowered her hands slowly down Amy's back. Amy felt as Karma untied her hands again and waited.
As soon as they were free, Amy slowly wrapped Karma up in a hug and smiled the biggest smile she ever felt. Her cheeks instantly hurt with how good it felt then to have her. She pushed up and forward, her hands cradling Karma down to her back as she leaned down and kissed her, pressing Karma soft into the bed and pushing the backs of Karma's hands flat down on the bed near her head, lacing her fingers with her own and kissing her hard, all she wanted was for her to know that it was all for this really, every bit of it, every glance and word.
She felt Karma whimper and sink with her back into the mattress as she tenderly trapped her and showed her that she loved.
"I'm not leaving you," Amy said, feeling it in her racing blood. Moving her hand to Karma's neck, she held her still, a soft thumb at her throat feeling fast as her heart did beat below. Without mercy, she hungrily kissed her. She felt Karma's hands come up and hold at her body as Karma wept completely taken by her. It was hard to believe, too hard, but it felt right. And Amy had her.
