CHAPTER WARNINGS: Incest, drama, sex toys, assisted masturbation.
NOTES: Winding down the story now. I'll also be pretty quiet during NaNoWriMo, so that's for the best, isn't it?
CanITellUSmThin: What picture is that? I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. ;3
C A Moore: Thank you for clarification! You're right, I shouldn't have been surprised that Chronicle focused purely on seeing that fic in the most negative light possible. That seems to be standard operating procedure.
TheChronicle: "I don't want incest to happen in the real world". Interesting. Do you think you should be in control of other people's lives? Maybe you're just phrasing things poorly, and what you mean to say is "Incest in the real world can be difficult on both parties, even if it is consensual." That, I would agree with. Either way, I'll tell you for the second time: keep your real-life incest-shaming out of your comments. There are people in this fandom who have been in actual incestuous situations, both loving and consensual and non-consensual, and they don't need you making them feel even worse. As for the rest of your review, I appreciate your commentary and your attempts to further clarify your viewpoints on Anna's character despite how much I disagree with most of them (even if your claim that you care about the character limit is clearly farcical).
Spooths: You cannot lie. I hope you enjoy a tiny tidbit within this chapter as much as I think you will.
~ CHAPTER FOURTEEN ~
Both sisters had to wash up afterward. Elsa insisted that Anna use mouthwash and brush her teeth not once, but twice; it seemed to be an absolute imperative. Though Anna rolled her eyes a lot, she complied without any true protest.
Laying in bed together, exhausted and orgasmed out, all Elsa could think about was that they had really done it. They slept together. Perhaps no parts of anatomy had truly penetrated others, but she couldn't deny it had been sex. Wild, passionate, insane, anal-inclusive, lesbian sex! They were both giddy, but Elsa was definitely the one more embarrassed and beside herself. A smile was on her lips when she drifted off to sleep.
Horror didn't set in until the next morning, when Elsa had to stare down at Anna in her bed.
When she had to remember that this was her sister. That she had put her own face right up to her own sister's crotch and tasted of her. Been tasted in return! The events that came after, which returned to her mind in bits and pieces, only made everything so much worse.
Panic clutched her chest as she took her shower, scrubbing the scents of sex and sisterly musk off. Things were still spiralling out of control in her life. And it was because of Anna. At the same time, she no longer had any desire to "blame" Anna for it; she was just being her authentic self, trying to show Elsa that she cared, that she wasn't going to stop loving her just because their relationship was…
What was it? Changing? Already something different? Falling apart? Finally beginning? So many possibilities, and no good, solid answer. Thinking about it just led her around in the same worried circles.
After towelling off, she started to dress in the bathroom again, but stopped herself. It was warm in there from the shower steam. Anna wouldn't mind; she had already seen her in all her glory. So she wrapped the towel around her middle and carried the clothes back into the bedroom.
"Hey," Anna said from where she lay on her side, still nude from the night before. "There's my sexy sister."
"Stop," Elsa bade her as she laid the clothes out. "I'm going to change. You go wherever you want."
"I want to watch." Elsa's wide, disbelieving eyes caused her to smile. "Did I sound like I'm joking? Show me that ass, girl! You know how much I love it."
"You should be joking. You shouldn't want to see your sister naked."
Anna bit her lip for just a moment before saying, "You're not 'my sister'. You're Elsa. God, we've been over this a billion times! I don't see you as-"
"Yes, I know, I know. We're all individual beings of the cosmos, or something." Anna started whistling the Star Wars theme, and Elsa rolled her eyes as she blotted the rest of herself dry. "Okay, so we can both make fun of ourselves and each other. That still doesn't change the fact that… last night should never have happened."
"But nothing happened! Nothing bad, anyway! Elsa… all we did was satisfy some curiosity! Where's the harm in it? Neither of us is changed forever, not anymore than we are by every single experience, every link in the chain of our lives." No answer. "You're really going to be so upset about what amounts to a little… testing the waters?"
"I can't help it. If we had only forced ourselves to stop… instead of…"
They both turned as one and looked at each other. Anna looked mostly calm, but her breath did begin to speed up. Elsa, meanwhile, knew she was blushing, and could feel her peaks hardening in the chill air-conditioning. Even within that moment, getting ready for work while talking to her sister, she wanted to do things. Inadvisable repeats of the night before.
"Okay." Anna pinched the bridge of her nose for a second, then dropped the hand. "I'll admit, everything that went on last night… maybe we weren't ready for that. I am more than you, but it is a little weird for me, too. No amount of Eastern enlightenment and soul-searching prepared me for the possibility of, y'know…"
Elsa let out a bitter laugh. "You can't even say it."
"Sure I can," Anna snorted. "But I don't think you want me to."
"Go right ahead. Tell the truth if you can." Anna shot her a disbelieving look, and Elsa rolled her eyes in sheer frustration. "Fine, I'll say it. I don't want to have sex with my sister."
"I thought we were talking about the truth."
"That is the truth! And wipe that sarcastic little smirk off your face!" Throwing both arms up, she began to stuff her legs into her underwear as she snapped, "Even if my body responds to yours, even if… p-part of me is so happy about getting to be that close to you, that's not the same as it being what I really want out of life! Or being the wisest course of action!"
Anna didn't reply at first, and she let her stay quiet as she finished dressing. She assumed the younger woman was simply sad that they weren't on the same page. Even if they were only one or two pages apart.
Then she whispered, "I loved having sex with you."
"What?" Eyes wide, she turned from where she was buttoning up her blouse to glare at Anna. "Take that back."
"I can't." Eyes sad, she looked up at her as she scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting with hands out to either side. "Last night told me all I needed to know about our chemistry, our energies resonating at the same frequency. We don't have to anymore if you don't want, that isn't what I'm saying; we can take any further sex-capades off the table. Your call. But if you want to know my feelings… I love you, and I love your body. And it was an honour to give it pleasure."
Elsa's jaw was hanging open as she stared at her sister. She meant it. Against all good sense, Anna wanted to be with her in that way again; last night hadn't been bad enough, it only spurred her on! Her own body began to respond to the notion, and she quickly finished pulling on her clothing so that Anna wouldn't notice.
"The idea of it still bothers you. I know." Anna didn't move from her spot. "If I get up and approach you, I promise it won't be to… to start screwing again or anything. Okay?"
Considering that, she whispered, "Okay." Anna did get up, and did approach. She slid her arms around Elsa's frame. "Anna…"
"Shhh." Then she simply embraced her, warm and firm. "I love you so much. That's more important than anything else. Please do not forget it."
That was a lot like what she had said to Anna herself the night before. She found it hard to maintain her fury in the face of it. Catching and clinging to her back, she whispered, "I love you, too. But I don't know if I can be around you right now. It's… confusing, and…"
"I'm not trying to be confusing," Anna told her in a small voice. A fragile one that she hadn't heard in years. "Sis, I just want you to be happy, bring you peace in your life. That was the whole reason I came back! But if I'm not making you happy… then maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Then Elsa's eyes darkened. "You don't have to make me 'happier'. Please stop that."
"It wasn't where I was going with that," Anna laughed. But the laughter was subdued, hollow. She left a tiny peck on Elsa's cheek and stepped away. "You're gonna be late for work."
"Yeah." Pressing her hands into her face for a moment, she turned to grab a pair of stockings and began rolling them up to her thighs. When she noticed Anna watching, she narrowed her eyes but didn't remark on it.
"You really don't think you have nice legs, do you? I can't understand that."
"They're fat. Like the rest of me. And don't go on about how I'm not, I know I am." But the look in Anna's eyes was so sad that she sighed. "Fine. I guess I could have worse legs. Happy?"
"Guess it's a start." Shaking her head, Anna turned to head into the next room.
In what felt like no time at all, they were both dressed — Anna slightly less so, in just an oversized shirt — and having coffee, along with the muesli that Anna had fixed for both of them. They ate in silence. Just about the time Elsa was finishing it off, Anna broke it.
"I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about."
"Isn't there? You're pissed, so I should say I'm sorry."
"Even if you're not sure what the apology is for?"
"Yes." When Elsa growled and stood from the table, returning to the kitchen, Anna followed. "Shouldn't I? Letting you stay mad isn't going to bring any harmony to us!"
"But I'm not mad at you! I'm just… mad! At life, at this situation! Because I'm turning my own sister into my personal… sex toy!"
"That still means I'm the problem, though!" She watched Elsa rinse out her mug and pour the few drops of muesli-milk down the drain, movements jerky and frustrated, and finally she turned her back on her. "Doesn't it?"
"FINE! Yes, it does! You're the whole problem! None of it's me being selfish, and indecisive, a-and afraid of my own shadow, a-and… no, it's all you, Anna!" Her fist pounded the counter. "It's not fair that you get to be so pushy all the time, then suddenly flip around like this! Makes it hard to be mad at you."
"I'm pushy?" When Elsa burst out laughing harshly, Anna flinched away; it was visible, stunned, as if she had burned her hand on the stove. "W-well… I've been told I can be a little overzealous, but I didn't-"
"Overzealous! God, what an understatement! You don't respect any of my boundaries, or my life, or… seriously, what's wrong with how I live?! Why do you need to change everything? What makes you qualified to tell me how I can improve? Breezing back in here when you've been a ghost for years — have barely even been a part of my life for the past decade! Maybe I'm not jumping up and down with happiness every waking moment, but I was content before you came back! My life was stable, which is more than I can say for yours!"
She couldn't look. Even without looking, she knew Anna would be standing there, mouth hanging open, beautiful eyes wide as they could get. And she hated herself for saying all of those things to her sister, even if she had perhaps earned every word.
"There's no sense pouting," Elsa snapped, going to fetch her briefcase. "Just… one of those things. Not everything has a neat and tidy answer."
By the time she came back, Anna was leaning against the wall by the front door, tears in her eyes. It took willpower to suppress rolling her eyes at her, but she managed. As she was reaching for the doorknob, Anna spoke.
"I want you so much. I can't help it; last night felt so right! I tried to be casual about it, tried to… let you stay your own being, achieve your sense of self outside of me. And I would be happy with being sisters-only. Really!"
"Anna-"
"B-but… I don't want to confuse, or push, make you question yourself s-so much. Never hurt you; I love you, I don't want you to be hurt! I'm sorry that's how things turned out, it wasn't… I was trying to help, to m-make up for lost time, I d-didn't mean-"
"Just stop," Elsa whispered. She didn't have time to really get into their feelings, or even to console Anna, no matter how upset she seemed. If she tried to say everything was fine, it would be a lie — and she didn't want to start that unhealthy pattern. All she could do was reach up and grip her shoulder with her free hand, hoping she could feel her intent through the contact.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you. We'll discuss this later. Alright? Can we do that, please?"
"Alr- alright," she sniffled. "I'm s- I'm sorry." It was the most miserable Elsa had ever seen Anna in over a decade.
"Love you, too," she said, so she would know it for an absolute certainty, before leaning in to kiss her cheek. Then she went out the door, feeling like she was leaving a piece of her heart behind.
~ o ~
When Elsa got to the office, she didn't even have time to settle in before she was thrown for a loop. The tiny box waiting for her in front of her keyboard made sure of that.
Setting her briefcase down, she took a cautious seat, staring at the small black box with the little red bow tied around the sides. It looked like the kind of ornamental box one would put a gift card in, if trying to make it seem like a much nicer, much fancier present than a gift card. There was no note or anything. Frowning, she slid the bow off gently enough to preserve it and then lifted the lid.
It wasn't a gift card. The small black device resembled a garage door remote, which amused her since she hadn't seen one in many years. Not since her parents' house had gone on the market.
But she didn't want to think about that; Anna had vanished instead of helping her sort through the will and their personal effects. One of the worst ordeals of her life, and she ended up having to go through it alone.
So she picked up the remote instead of dwelling. It was lightweight, and only had two buttons. One was "on", which she instantly recognised due to the universal computer symbol of a circle with a line. But the other one said "5". Five what? Shrugging and glancing around, hoping there was some clue as to what such a remote went with, she pushed the "on" button.
And heard a gasp. It startled her, and she again spun around, but no one else was in her cubicle. Besides, hadn't the sound come from further away?
"Hello?" she asked softly. No answer. Maybe it had been unrelated. She turned it back off, and back on again, and heard nothing this time. Giving up on that, she it the other button, just to find out what would happen.
This time, she heard, "Oooh…" Which was a lot more specific than a gasp. She also could tell which direction it came from. Pushing up from her chair, she strode around the corner and into the next cubicle.
"Well?" she demanded, holding up the remote. "Do you have anything to do with this?"
Belle turned from her screen, the picture of calm. Her black pencil skirt and jacket were stark against the pale yellow of her blouse, and it all projected conservative refinement. The sort of thing that had fooled Elsa up until a few days before.
"May I help you, Ms. Nieves?"
"Playing innocent. Interesting. I only have one question I want answered, no dodging, no lies. What does this remote go to and why do I have it?"
"That's two questions." When Elsa only scowled, Belle grinned and chuckled very softly. "It's a little peace offering after what happened Friday, that's all. You can leave it here if you want no part of it."
"What IS it?!"
The smile slowly faded, a little at a time. "Oh, you really don't know what it does. After figuring out where you bought your own little friend, I just assumed… hmm, there isn't any way I can tell you out loud without it being a problem of exposure. This office isn't exactly private."
"I don't need this. Just… just take it." She held it out, but Belle only squinted up at her. "Well? Go on! Whatever you're up to, I want no part of anything! All I want is to go back to my office and… and forget about everything! This whole damn thing!"
Another few seconds passed. "Something's up. Something bigger than me and this."
"Shut up."
"No. At least, not yet." Glancing around again, she stood and reached for Elsa — who shrank back. Belle sighed. "Do you honestly expect me to hurt you?"
"Yes."
"You really… alright, maybe I deserve that. Will you please follow me to conference room three? I promise I'm not going to hurt or embarrass you in any way."
"Give me a reason to trust you."
"I will once we get there. Cross my heart." She actually did, drawing her finger up and down, then from shoulder to shoulder. She hadn't even known Belle was Catholic. Then again, maybe she wasn't, and it was more of her trickery.
"Well… fine, but this is the last shred of trust I have for you. Break it, and nothing will stop me from making sure you're terminated from this job. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly."
In no time at all, they were shutting the heavy wooden door behind them. This particular conference room was in the corner, and as such, had no windows that showed the hallway. Of course, there were more windows along the outer walls, but those all had blinds. Plus, either side of the room had supply closets, not other people's offices. They were not entirely soundproof, but enough so that any conversation would not be overheard. Or at least, not understood as anything other than muffled mutterings.
"Here we are," Elsa sighed. "Now, what do you want?"
"Let me see your phone. Unlocked." When Elsa didn't budge, she only held out her hand impatiently. Finally, making a pronounced noise of utter disgust, Elsa put in her password and handed it to her. Then she backed up and sat on the edge of the large conference table, raising one leg so that her heel rested on the lip, her skirt sliding up to around her hips.
"OH WHAT THE-" Elsa raised a hand to cover her eyes, but stopped when she noticed Belle holding out the phone. "What are you doing?!"
"Taking selfies." The angle was clearly meant to capture her lacy black panties in it, and Belle was most certainly posing, winking and pouting at the camera lens. After a few snaps were taken, she immediately sat back up, smoothed her skirt down, and handed the phone back.
"I hope you know I'm erasing those right now," Elsa said as she looked at the camera roll.
"No, you aren't. They're your blackmail."
"What?"
"Your blackmail." When Elsa just stared at her dumbly, Belle folded her arms across her chest. "If I blab about whatever it is you're about to tell me, all you have to do is open an email to HR and tell them you 'found' those pictures on your phone. I'll be packing my things into Bankers Boxes by the end of the day."
That took her by surprise. She glanced again at the non-nude — but clearly not safe for work — snapshots, her cheeks heating up to know they were on there. Then she asked, "What… why should they believe me? Maybe I took them. Maybe we're lovers."
"You wish." Elsa's lip curled, and she laughed. "But the angle is clearly a selfie-angle. Besides, it's the truth; I took them, didn't I? Doesn't matter that you were in the room when I did. You didn't ask me to, and you obviously were not okay with me doing it. So you would not be lying, and I won't contest your claim. Plus, I'm sure Cindy will have already mentioned the vibrator, so between the two incidents…" She drew a French-manicured finger across her throat.
With a weary sigh, Elsa said, "You read too many spy novels."
"Yes, I do. Ian Fleming was a genius. Now…" She drew out two rolling office chairs from around the table, then took one for herself. "What's going on?"
"This doesn't make me trust you! It just shows me how devious you are!"
Belle frowned up at her, then pinched the bridge of her nose. "There's no easy way for me to prove I'm trustworthy. Not after… well, after you've seen and heard things that make you think I'm not."
Elsa shrugged. "Not my problem. Those are your fault and nobody else's. I don't feel like you're someone I want to open up to."
"Maybe not. But ask yourself this: do you have anyone else you can open up to about this? If you did, I don't think you'd even have come this far."
A few seconds passed. Then Elsa began to talk. And talk more. And before she knew it, she was sinking down into the other chair and explaining everything; starting with Hans and the horrible date, and then moving on to how she felt in front of Belle and Cindy, and finally, explaining how frustrating her sister was.
She hesitated. People didn't approve of family doing the things she and Anna had done. But Belle made a few minor guesses, showed enough interest and patient lack of surprise or strong reaction — and showed her that her own phone wasn't recording the conversation when Elsa demanded to see it. Against her own expectations, Elsa ended up telling her every last detail. There was coffee station in the corner, and Belle retrieved a stack of napkins from there when the crying started. And on and on she talked, not having realised she had this much to say about the topic in the first place.
"And now, you're worried that you'll end up sleeping with her again no matter what you do," Belle said bluntly once Elsa had reached that morning, tapping her chin. "Hmm. I can see why you'd be stretched to the limits about this."
"Yeah." Blowing her nose again, she tossed yet another napkin. "You're taking this surprisingly well."
"What? Oh, the incest thing?"
Wincing, Elsa looked away. "I've been trying not to call it that. Did what happen even count as sex?"
"You laid next to her while she masturbated, shoved your heads up each other's crotches and said you 'smelled great'. Then you took a break before actually having a sixty-nine, complete with a little bonus rimming. It's pretty incesty, girl."
"Thank you for confirming."
"Well, there's no sense dancing around it," Belle chuckled. "You and your sister have a thing. Could be worse."
"Could be w- could be worse?! She's my only living relative who isn't several branches removed, I- isn't it wrong to think these things about her? To kiss her the way I do? I'm going crazy, I think I'm sick!"
After a few more seconds, her coworker patted her arm, which Elsa had reluctantly begun to allow halfway through her story. "Doesn't sound sick to me. Maybe you could use a little therapy to help you work through your feelings about it, but being attracted to her in and of itself? No big thing."
"Really? This is 'no big thing' to you?" Under her breath, she added, "Makes me wonder what else you get up to."
Fixing Elsa with a wry glare, she snapped, "If you remove the 'she's my sister' part, it's another case of two women who are a little confused by finding each other attractive. And it doesn't sound like her being your blood matters outside of what other people think. Does it?"
"Well… no, not really." Clearing her throat, she hid her face behind her hands. "That's just it: I do like her, and I like what we've been doing. So it does feel wrong, but more because… I'm worried what our parents would have thought of this happening. I know they're gone, but… I don't want to… mess up this bad."
"You can't live your life for the dead, Elsa. I'm sure they would have wanted you to be happy, and if Anna makes you happy, then that takes care of both their daughters. Kind of convenient."
"But I'm romantically attracted to my blood sibling! Why aren't you vomiting all over this table?!"
Biting her lip, Belle thought about that for a moment. Then she whispered, "When I was fifteen, one of my boy cousins touched me. In my case, I didn't ask for it… but I didn't stop him, either. I had no idea what to think about it, because nobody had ever touched me like that. Later, when I asked him why he did it, he told me he thought I would want him to because of the way we always talked, and joked around. He… was wrong, and when I started crying, I got the biggest, most earnest apology I've ever heard from anyone. I was ready to hate him, to call him a rapist, but it turned out his crush was totally genuine. Except he didn't think to ask first," she added in a grumble.
"Oh wow… oh, I'm so sorry, Belle," she breathed, for once returning her coworker's gestures by gripping her hands in her own.
"Why? It did me a world of good. A couple of years later, once it finally sank in that I didn't die from the 'trauma' of it all, I really started exploring my sexuality. And I found out I like a lot more than I expected. That cousin and I shared a kiss at a family reunion a year or so later, and while we didn't feel any more sparks, it was a little fun. Plus we could finally have a good laugh and bury the bitterness and hurt." Sighing, she added, "I'm not saying other people should go through what I did, or that it was alright. Nobody should ever touch anyone without their permission. But I'm over it, and I think some good came from it in the long run."
Nodding, Elsa whispered, "So you know what it's like. Feeling… something for a relative. Even if yours wasn't quite so… whatever this is."
"Yeah. I'm not judging you. Even without that, there are so many crazy things I've tried… next to you, I'm Satan and you're an angel, alright?"
"No, that's not- I don't think you're Satan. Not quite."
"Thanks," Belle laughed. "I deserve that."
"Wow… so do you really, actually think I should sleep with Anna? Since we came so close last night, I mean; or we're already there, according to you. We care about each other so much, and I don't want to damage our sibling relationship."
The woman shrugged, crossing her legs in the opposite direction from before. "That's up to you. But I know I don't go around sniffing the hairy underarms of people that are 'just friends' or 'just siblings'. You have it bad. And if her tongue in your ass is any indication, she feels the same."
"Y-yeah," she said, attempting a laugh of her own. It sounded more like a whimper. "I know, it's weird."
"Weird? You think it's 'weird'? One of my turn-ons is having my tits slapped. Not just fondled, or grabbed; slapped. Back and forth, the harder, the better. The Beast — sorry, that's my usual Dom — he's so good at it that he always leaves marks, but never lasting ones." Her legs began to squirm slightly. "What that does to me…"
"Okay, okay, I said I don't want to hear more details. But… well, I guess that one does make me feel a little less awkward about my pheromone obsession."
A slight nod. "Good. That's why I told you, not just to overshare."
"Yes. Now, um… I guess I have your 'blackmail', so I can trust you'll keep this to yourself. But at the same time… maybe I don't-"
"Keep it. You can always delete those later."
"Fair enough. I'm… wow. Me and Anna."
Belle leaned slightly to one side, pointing at Elsa's face with one finger. "That's the face of someone in love right there. Deny it if you must, but… I think you are, and you'd never hear me tell you not to chase after her."
"Slow down," Elsa snorted, leaning back and trying to take deep breaths. To calm herself. "First I'm supposed to go do unspeakable things to my only sister, and now you want me to marry her? One sin at a time."
"No such thing as 'sin', really. Life is short, Mistress Elsa. Do you want to spend it missing your sister, or do you want to live your lives out together, damn the torpedoes?"
Glancing over at Belle, she pondered that. She already knew the answer, but she had to give it time. To decide if there was any other reason to doubt the answer she had reached.
"This is pretty big," her coworker sighed as she pushed to stand up, swaying slightly. "Take your time, weigh the pros and cons. If you want to talk again, I'm just next door. Or I could give you the name of a good therapist; Dr. Doppler. I don't go to him on a regular basis anymore, but he sees a few of my friends, and he's very discreet and open-minded."
"Thank you, I'll consider that," Elsa sighed as she stood, wiping her eyes clear again. "After how harshly you spoke to me Friday, I didn't expect… well, any of this."
"I told you, I thought you wanted me to speak harshly," Belle said with a gleam in her eye. "And I still think you'd enjoy that. But it's all just playacting. Do you want to know what I really think of you? Pure honesty?"
"Why not? I already hate myself."
Pursing her lips, she glared for a moment before saying, "You're a very sad woman. Thing after thing has made your life a difficult one, and none of those things were your own fault. The only part that kind of is… you never want to reach for help. That's what really sets you back, what you might want to work on."
"Yes, alright. Probably true."
"But I also think you're a smart, efficient worker, and clearly devoted to your sister. Even without the romantic element, I know you'd protect her until the day you die. And I admire that. I also admired the way you stuck up for yourself when I made you uncomfortable; I'm sorry I misread that situation, of course, but the way you handled it was pretty gutsy." With a careless shrug, she added, "Plus, you have a great ass. Something both Anna and I agree upon."
Gulping, she tried to hide the flustered expression as she said, "I wh- enough of that, I do not."
"You do, too! The language I would use to describe what I want to do to it would count as 'workplace harassment', I do believe. And as I said, these are my honest opinions; I swear I'm not trying to butter you up, or playacting like I was that day. Your body is exquisite."
"It's fat. You're saying this about a fat girl, and you're practically supermodel-perfect."
At that, Belle smiled, clearly not feigning being flattered. "Thank you, Mistress. But you'll find that among the kink set, body types are widely varied. Yours might be larger, but your curves would be lusted after by a lot of my friends. Both to play with, and with bitter envy that they don't have them."
"O-oh." Blush crept into Elsa's cheeks. "Well… okay, that's- I'm… yes. But why do you keep calling me 'Mistress'? I'm not part of 'the kink set', as much as you probably wish I was."
"Because I decided you are. After the way you commanded me, when I was trying to command you?" Again, she shivered as she approached the door. "A switch like me dreams of that. Yes, I'll think of you that way, even if we never play together. But I won't give you more 'presents' if you don't want, or try to rope you into doing anything. I can take a hint."
"You still never explained that." Holding up the remote she had slipped into her jacket pocket, she thumbed the "5" button. "Nothing's happening. What is it supposed to be?"
But Belle had collapsed up against the door, panting and shivering. After a second or two, she pushed back upright, breathing hard but smiling at Elsa. "Are… you sure you want to know? You didn't before."
"Now I'm pretty sure I have to know!" she cried out, having taken a step closer in mild alarm. "What's wrong with you?!"
Swallowing hard, Belle again lifted her skirt. Elsa braced for her to do something more, but that's all she did: lifted it all the way up to reveal her undies. "Don't you hear it?"
"Hear what?"
"The buzzing."
"Buzzing? Oh… I assumed that was the fluorescent lighting." Then she leaned her head a little closer to Belle's waist, and noticed it was getting louder. "Wait… what is that?"
"They're vibrating panties. That remote controls five different speed settings; you… already put me through low, medium, pulse, and just now bumped it up to high."
"Wait, so they…" Finally catching on, Elsa hissed sharply, "You're using me to help you masturbate?!"
Swallowing, Belle brushed a few beads of sweat from her forehead. "N-no, it's more like… you're in control of my arousal. You can switch it off to give me relief, o-or… turn it all the way up in the middle of a board meeting. And I would just have to… to deal with it. No choice."
"How is this a peace offering? It's just as bad as before! You're assuming I want to take part in things with you! You're crazy!"
"Told you to… leave it if you're not interested. But if you are…" She took in a deep breath, fixing Elsa with her deep brown eyes. "You're never going to really believe me that I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable Friday. That I thought I'd be feeding your 'sub needs'. I'll say 'I'm sorry' again if it will help. But this way, you c-could get revenge by… by turning that on when I'm talking to Weselton, or Cindy, or… or in the break room. If you want, I am completely at your mercy."
"I don't want this. Not really." But she still hadn't turned it off. "I don't understand why you have to do things like this to me, instead of just… talking to me. Like you did just now. That did me so much good, and it didn't require strange presents that you probably can't explain to the credit card company."
Licking her lips and trying not to let her hands stray too far up — or down — she whispered, "Hallmark doesn't make a 'Sorry I tried to Dom you' card."
"That… is true, I guess." Glancing down at the remote, Elsa asked, "What's the last speed?"
"H-huh?"
"You said there are five speeds. The last one I did was 'high'. Is there anything after high?"
"High-pulse. But… I'll warn you, I'm already pre- I'm pretty close to… w-well, you know. Bumping it up… I'll probably…"
Elsa only debated for a few seconds, glancing between the need-soaked eyes of her coworker and the small device in her hand. Then she thumbed one of the buttons.
"O-OHHHH!" Belle cried out, one hand gripping her own chest through her suit, the other diving down between her legs to hold the buzzing underwear even more tightly against herself. "Ooh, God, Nieves! Yes!"
Folding her arms across her chest, Elsa settled in to watch a good show. Before she sat back down in the chair, however, she did say one thing that only made the look of ecstasy on Belle's face that much more complete.
"Thought you were supposed to call me 'Mistress' now?"
~ To Be Continued ~