Before you read this chapter, there will be a bit more detail in this story than there was before. I tried to keep it Tame, but if your uncomfortable with it, skip this chapter :)

Warned you have been!

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Naya didn't quite know what to do .

Things have been kind of tense between the two girls since their little chit chat a couple days ago. Yes, she wanted to please the girl. but how the hell was she suppose to do something she had no experience with?

Not that it stopped them the first time they made love.

But this wasn't making 'love' per say. This was taking it to a whole new level. Naya wasn't too sure how to handle this.

She wanted to tell the girl she wasn't very comfortable making her feel pain , but this is something Demi wanted, no. It seemed like she needed it. It wasnt fair, not to either of them.

She sat on the front steps of the safe house, running her hands through her hair out of frustration. Now that Demi's cold had broken. She wasnt sure she could go through with this.

"Is everything alright Ma'am?"

Naya looked up to find one of the bodyguards standing almost reaching distance from her. Normally, she would have told the man to fuck off. But at the moment, she just needed to vent. "Frustrated I guess." She grumbled.

"You two having a spat?" The man said in a heavy British accent.

Naya rolled her eyes, staring at him. "No, Well. Not really. More of a difference in tastes."

The man stared at Naya for a moment before taking a seat next to her. He looked up to the sky. "You know , my wife and I used to fight all the time." He began.

Naya looked over to the man, she didn't tell him he could sit down. She was both irritated and bemused by the man's forwardness, earning him the right to speak.

"Well, One day. We got to the point where we almost divorced. We separated for 3 weeks, and even though we both missed each other terribly , even a phone call would set us off." the man continued. "Until we decided to try something. We went to Marriage counseling."

"Marriage counseling? "Naya all but interrupted. "But, we've barely been dating a month! And were not even fighting..."

"I wasnt saying you two should go and sign up for a go." The man chirped. " What i was going to say was. It helped. Not so much because of the 'treatment' but because of what the treatment entailed." He took a breath. "Our Doctor gave us one simple request. To trust each other, and to listen to each other."

Naya groaned, he had hit it almost head on. "Theres the problem! I trust her, but i dont trust myself!"

The man looked at Naya somewhat confused. "I am going out on the bridge here, but can i ask what exactly you two are rowing about?"

Naya glared at the man for a moment before sighing. "She wants me to...Basically be rough with her." Her cheeks glew red. "If you repeat that to anyone i will drop kick you so hard you wont be able to have children."

The man let out a small laugh. "Oh, Is that all."

"Is that all?!" Naya almost screamed. "She wants me to hurt her! I dont think I CAN hurt her! You dont understand. She's been through so much and i dont want her to break!"

"Did you stop to maybe think that this is something she needs desperately before she breaks?" the man said calmly. "Listen, If i learned anything from my time with the good Doctor. I learned to trust my partner. In turn she will trust you." He drummed on his knee with his fingertips. "I dont know much about what she wants. But from what i DO know about it. Its all about trust. If she didnt trust you, she wouldnt have asked you."

Naya's jaw unhinged nervously, looking at her hands. "Christ... I just really dont want to hurt her."

The man patted her shoulder. "Then dont do it to hurt her , do it to help her."

Naya didnt catch what the man was hinting at at first, when she did, she nodded her head. "Give her what she needs..."She droned.

"Yes." The man said softly. He reached down to his side, pulling out a pair of handcuffs as well as a key from his pocket, holding them out to her.

"If my boss finds out i'm doing this i'll be sacked. " The man said seriously. "I'd appreciate if you didn't mention anything to anyone."

Naya laughed lightly, her hands hovering over the metal cuffs before taking them. "This is going to be a joke. Shes going to think i'm a joke."

The man shook his head. "No, we've all noticed how you two look at each other. You love each other , that doesn't go away." He held out his now free hand. "Arthas, Arthas Summer.

Naya took Arthas's hand, giving it a small shake. "Naya. Nice to meet you Arthas."

Arthas stood quickly, scanning the area. "Likewise...Now i should probably go back to patrolling the perimeter. Though i suspect next to nothing will happen. Nothing has happened in weeks."

Naya was glad about that , boring meant safe. "Fine by me, As long as the Psycho ends up behind bars forever, i don't care if we have to wait here for months."

Arthas nodded, offering the girl a small smile. "Now go find your girl. I saw her moping around the dining area a few minutes ago."

Naya nodded, pocketing the handcuffs. " Will do, Thank you again Arthas. For everything."

Arthas simply nodded before her returned to his normal trail around the safe house.

Naya entered the safehouse, locking the door behind her. If this was going to happen, nothing was going to Interrupt them. Unless she did this today, she probably never would. Naya walked through the house, silently searching for the smaller girl. She had almost given up when she saw her sitting at the dining room tabled, jotting down some things in a notebook, she seemed right as rain, almost like she was never sick at all. She must have been writing again. She hovered in the door way for a moment , she was entirely in traced by her work. Dare she break the girl from her thoughts?

Yes. she thought to herself. Because its something that someone in control would do.

"Demi. "She said in a low tone.

Demi didnt look up, still scribbing in the notebook. She hadnt heard her.

"Demi!" Naya all but shouted.

Demi's head shot up as she jumped. At first, shocked. Then with a tone of sadness. She opened her mouth to say something, but Naya wouldn't even let her utter a word.

"Can we talk in private? Maybe in our room. " Naya said slowly. "I dont want to be overheard."

Demi's eyes widened. Naya could tell by the woman's reaction that she was prepared for the worst. "O-okay..." She murmured. Naya could almost hear the tears welling inside of her.

Naya turned as quickly as she came, not holding her hand out to the other girl, not offering her comfort, simply leading her to their felt the weight of the handcuffs in her pocket. Gods, she hoped she did this right.

Demi followed the girl silently. She felt as if she were walking to her execution. Oh god, its happening again...I should have never told her about that. First talking about an Ex, then about the kind of sex we had...Shes pissed. I just know it. I just..."

She was cut off by the feeling of her body being rammed up against the wall. Demi didnt realize that they had made it into the room. Naya's hand was on her chest, holding ehr firmly agaisnt the wall. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of rage, and lust.

"Is this what you want Dem? I mean. Really. " Naya asked softly.

Demi could only stare at the girl. She felt the heat rising from where her shoulders hit the wall. But that was overshadowed by the immense rise of pressure coursing throughout her body. Demi could only stare at the girl. Then shook her head.

Naya looked confused. She lowered her hand, cocking her head to the side. "Wait, But you said..."

Demi then lunged at the girl, practically tackling her into bed. Her hands were all over the girl's body. Touching, kneeding, even scratching her skin. Her mouth wasnt nipping her skin, it was biting her skin. A few times, Naya thought Demi would break skin ,there was pain , but it seemed to just build inside of her little bits at a time.

"No." Demi growled. "No, not me. You...I want you to experience this."

She didnt leave the girl any time to speak before biting down hard on her neck. Naya let out a mixture of a scream and a moan. Her hands grabbing for the girl's shirt , needing for her to remove it so she could touch the other girl's skin. It was then she found this to be different from the other times. This side of Demi didnt seem to appreciate the touching. She grabbed both of the girls hands. Shooting them above her head somewhat suddenly. She let out a playful growl. "You can touch...When I tell you that you can touch."

Naya could hear the commanding tone in the girl's voice. As nervous as she was, she found her girlfriend's new found assertiveness to be extremely sexy. "Yes, First lady." Naya said with a smirk. That in turn earned her Demi's fingernails digging into her shoulder. She hissed from the pain.

"None of that, Tonight I'm President Ms Speaker of the house." Demi said in a whisper, bringing her lips down to suck hard on the girls neck.

Naya squirmed, this was higher, near her chin. Demi was going to mark her, and mark her where people could see it. She felt like she was in High school again , she'd have to wear a scarf to hide it. "D-Demi..." she whined.

Demi bit the area she was suckling,causing the Latina girl to let out a gasp. She spoke into the woman's flesh like a warning. " Enough, no more talking."

Naya bit her lip, trying to keep herself from talking, or even making a sound. Her hands shook, wanting to embrace the other girl. But she heeded Demi's warning's and tangled them in the sheets.

Without warning, Naya felt her jeans being tugged on. Demi's hands were working feverously on removing them. Naya moved her hands to the sides to help, but Demi caught them by the wrists, slamming them back into the bed. "Do-Not-Move." Demi hissed through her teeth. "Last time i will tell you Naya."

Naya's eyes widened. But laid on the bed,staring up at the ceiling, feeling her pants being slid from her body.

"Whats this?" She heard Demi tease.

Naya looked up, Demi was at her feet, kneeling , holding up the Handcuffs Arthas had given her. Her face glew a bright shade of red. "Well...I..I mean..."

Demi smacked her thigh hard with her bare hand. Naya let out a small yell. Naya felt the sting radiate throughout her body, she'd feel that in the morning. Demi's mouth then hovered over the reddened skin. Kissing it tenderly. "These will be fun, they'll help you keep your hands to yourself..."

"Demi...Please..." Naya begged the girl, she didn't know what she was begging for at the moment. Her touch, to touch her, to feel release to help her release? This was a whole different monster. One she found to be enthralling. She felt her hands jerk up, something cold rested on both of her wrists. Looking up , she saw her hands were cuffed together, the chain wrapped around one of the pegs of the bed frame. She tried to tug on it, but found that she couldnt move her arms well.

"Well..." Demi said somewhat bored. "That was kind of Thoughtless of me."

Naya looked up to her, she opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it. Remembering what the other girl had said about talking.

Demi smirked, seeing that Naya had finally listened. "There you go sweetheart. Listening is a good thing..." She crushed her lips into the girl's before sitting back up. "I may have forgot to remove your shirt..."

Oh hell no. Naya thought to herself. She is NOT going to get away with not touching me. Hell,No. Naya thought , she squirmed on the bed. then Gave the girl a small whimper, giving her puppy dog eyes.

Demi laughed. "No no, this just wont do..." She slid off the bed, Naya just realising the girl had removed her shirt in their frenzy. For some reason , the fact that she couldnt grab her and pull her back into the bed drove her crazy. She felt small beads of sweat pool on her forehead.

"D-Dont you dare..." Naya warned, gaining a glare from the other girl.

"I'll let that one slide..." She growled. "And don't worry Naya, I'll be right back. Wait for me?" She let out a harsh laugh. "Not that you much have a choice."

Naya let out a huff, she yelled out to demi that she better hurry her ass up. She didnt give a shit what that little outburst would cost her. This was complete and utter torment.

Naya looked over to the clock on the bed stand, watching each minute go by. She cursed to herself every time the minute slot hand changed. A few times, she tested the handcuffs, Demi had almost locked them down to her skin, only leaving enough room for her to twist her wrists in the confines.

It had been nearly 20 minutes, Naya's restlessness had turned into full blown insanity. Was Demi going to leave her here naked from the waist down, then randomly come in whenever she chose to?

This so wasn't fair!

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Demi walked into the room, a more than half eaten sandwich in one hand, a pair of scissors in the other. "Sorry Naya . Got a bit hungry. Hearing you screaming really worked me up an appetite."

That bitch stalled because she was speaking.Naya tried to lunge up, if she wasnt handcuffed to the top of the bed, she would have attacked the girl out of retaliation. "You...Damn..BITCH!"

Demi stuffed the rest of the sandwich in her mouth, snipping the scissors in the other hand. "Now now..." She said, swallowing the rest of the food. "Dont be rude Naya dearest. I had to find something to take off that top..."

Naya stared at the scissors, her eyes went wide. 'Demi, listen...I'm all for this and shit, but i really...REALLY like this top...If your thinking about what i THINK your thinking about. Dont do it-" Her words were met by the smaller girl's hand slapping over her other hip. "God damnit Demi!" She shouted. Her voice came out angry, but in all honestly, it was out of tension. This waiting game was pissing her off.

"What did i tell you about the talking Ms Speaker?" Demi said simply. " I thought I was clear about my demands." She snipped the scissors slowly. "Unless, you just want to stop and cool down."Though the girl said those words, Naya could hear this is not something she wished to do in the least.

Naya shut her lips tightly, shaking her head. She was going to get Demi back for this. She felt the coldness of the scissor's against her skin as the dull part slid over her skin, cutting the shirt straight up the middle. Naya fought hard not to whine about it, but she really did like this shirt...

Demi, sensing the girl's distress, stopped, leaning up to whisper in her ear. "Dont worry, I'll buy you a new one..." Before rising, she took a moment to flick her earlobe with her tongue, causing the Latina to moan. Chuckling, she continued to cut up the woman's shirt, taking her time with the task.

"Christ Demi..." Naya said breathlessly. "Just fuck me..."

Demi stopped, frowning at the girl. "Naya...I am permitting moans, groans and screams. The only one who's in command is me." She gave the scissors a single snip. " Are we clear?"

Naya rolled her eyes, shutting her lips again.

"Good girl..." Demi continued to work on the girl's shirt, please to find she wasnt wearing a bra. "Atleast i wont have to destroy a good bra..." She muttered to herself.

Taking a step back, Demi undid the button on her jeans. She let them fall to the ground, slipping off her underwear in the process. She was being incredibally slow, putting on a show for the girl. Once she even ran her own hand along the curves of her body. Demi knew exactly what she was doing, and damn did she love the look on Naya's face right now.

Naya could have drooled, like honestly and seriously drooled. Demi was touching herself in places that she had claimed as her own. She watched as the girl ran her hands over her breasts, the smaller girl's mouth dropping as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Naya fought not to say a word, throwing her head back to force herself not to look. If Demi didn't get over here soon, she wouldn't need her touch to climax. God, how she loved this girl.

Demi sensed the girl's distress, crawling onto the bed . She reached for something, It seemed to be a long piece of red cloth from Naya's decimated shirt. Dragging her fingers from Naya's waist, to her neck. Ignoring the high pitched gasp the girl omitted. She tied the cloth firmly around the girl's eyes. Checking it to make sure she was blind.

"Naya dear?" She said sweetly. "Nod or shake your head, can you see anything?"

Naya shook her head. Wondering what the girl was up to. Though she could hear the girl laugh lightly, she defiantly heard the growling 'good' in her ear.

Naya could, for the first time say that she was actually confused and kind of scared. She had never been confined to a spot , or blindfolded. She was completely helpless , Demi was in control.

Just as Naya thought it, she felt the girl mount her, grinding her hips against her waist. Naya let out a moan. Demi's hands were clawing at random parts of her body. Because of the blind fold, she was surprised by each touch. The new sensation made her toes curl, moaning out the small girls name.

Demi could only grin, She made sure to grab firmly onto the Latina's breasts, grinding lower in the girl's body.

Naya bucked her hips against demi's body,begiing for friction. she heard something whimpering as her body screamed. Only when she tried to pin point where it was coming from did she realize it coming from her own lips.

She felt Demi's lips cover her own, muffling the sounds. Naya feeling the smaller girl's own need against her . She could feel she was close as well.

Naya bit the girl's lip, showing she was not going down without a fight. She heard the small girl all but scream in her mouth.

"Damnit!" She said pulling away. "Damnit Naya!" She stopped the movement. "Now, now i'm going to show you what happens when you disobey..."

Shit. Naya thought to herself. How much worse could this get?

...

The Answer was much much worse. Demi had made her build up at least a dozen times before letting her fall down from release. Each time, assaulting her body and giving her new markings that she would be sure to find when the blindfold was off.

It was only when Naya begged. Yes begged for release did Demi give her what she needed.

Naya had never felt such a feeling in her life. She had been to Niagara Falls once to see one of the 7 wonders of the world. She could only describe it as the tons of water crashing into the rock below multiplied by a thousand. She she laid in the bed, she felt her hands being released from the cuffs. They fell to the surface weakly, she had no energy left in her body.

Demi took off Naya's blindfold. It no longer held the same assertiveness it had before. Only concern for the other woman. "Naya..." She whispered in that sweet worried tone she had heard so many times. "Are you alright?"

Naya took in a breath , a drunken smile curling on her lips. "W-Wow.." She breathed. "Just...Wow..."

Demi's worried looked turned into a smile, she kissed the girl on the cheek. "I'm sorry if i was rough...We don't have to do that again if you don't want."

Naya took the girl's hands in her own, bringing one of them to her cheek. She closed her eyes, nuzzling it lovingly. "You...Are a goddess Demi Lovato..." Naya said softly. "I have never experienced something like that. Not ever with anyone."

Demi blushed shyly. "I-I...I tried to go easy for your first time..."

Naya's eyes shot open. "That was easy?" She asked breathlessly. "Damn, I cant wait to see what the real event is like."

Demi chuckled. "So, Your okay with it? You dont think i'm a freak?"

Naya felt a rush of energy return, flipping over so they were both laying on each other's sides. "Oh you are..." She said teasingly. "But...Your my Freak, And its now added on the list of one of the many reasons why I am so desperately in love with you."

Demi had tears in her eyes, she was not expecting such a response from the girl. Burying her head in her chest, she grabbed at the covers to pull them over the two. "Naya, I'm so happy we ended up together. Despite the circumstances..."

Naya lifted the smaller girl's chin, catching a falling tear with her tongue. "Demi, I would follow you to the end of the world and back..." Naya said softly. "As long as you breathe, I will be at your side."

Demi's arms curled around the Latina's waist holding herself close. "I dont think we should write this into a chapter..." Demi tried to joke.

Naya laughed. "No... This is our memory. No one else is allowed to experience it."

The two held each other through the night, falling asleep in each other's arms.

But what the two didn't know was there was a pair of eyes watching just outside the ledge of the upstairs bedroom. Now was not the time, but soon, once he figured out a way to slip in unnoticed. Karl Brigg's plan would fall into place.

Soon...

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Demi for president?