The Reluctant Dominatrix
Chapter 4: Props
"She's still in the closet," Izzie whispers. Quietly but still loud enough that Meredith still hears her.
"Is she gonna come out anytime soon?" Cristina asks her rhetorically.
"I don't know-" says George.
"I wonder what it's like in there," says Izzie.
"Dark, maybe confusing?" Cristina shrugs.
"Hey you're not taking this seriously. I've lived here for weeks now and that closet has never been opened. It usually has a padlock on it. I wonder if she'll let us look," says Izzie.
"Maybe it's private," says George.
"Of course it's private," says Izzie.
"That's where the best gossip is," says Cristina.
"Yo Mer are you coming out or what?" Alex bellows. "Also I'm having dinner here. My place is boring and you have popcorn," he adds.
"I'll be out in a minute," says Meredith. There's a bit of a crash, but Meredith puts everything back that she doesn't need, and then she stuffs it into a bag, and she closes the closet up with the padlock again.
"So, pizza?" Alex gestures to Cristina and Izzie, who nodded at him.
"Alright, I've come out," says Meredith with her bag over her shoulder.
"You want in on the pizza?" Cristina offers.
"Yeah," Izzie smiles, feigning innocence.
"No thanks, I'm going out tonight," says Meredith, smiling to herself.
"Hot date with McDreamy?" Cristina teases.
"Nope," Meredith says confidently.
"Who with then?" Alex teases.
"Got to go," says Meredith without asking, taking her bag with her before her roommates can pry her more about it's mysterious contents.
She locks the door behind her, and says that she will be back later.
Addison parks on the street outside Meredith's house, and she opens the door for the blonde when she sees her arriving.
"Hi," Meredith smiles nervously as she approaches the car.
"Hi," Addison grins, as she sees the blonde's bag of props.
Meredith drinks in the sight of Addison. She's wearing a dress, with shining earrings, and light makeup. Sure, she looks great in scrubs, but now she looks gorgeous, and Meredith just wants to touch her.
Before she can though, Addison pulls out of the driveway, and then they're off.
"So I've got my camera. It's an old-fashioned film one, I find they take great quality photos," says Addison.
"Neat," Meredith murmurs.
"And we can go through your props, and your outfits, take a few shots in each. And then I'll have the photos developed later," says Addison.
"Cool-" Meredith nods, as she takes the opportunity to stare a bit at the redhead.
When they arrive at Addison's hotel, Meredith is impressed by how fancy it is.
"Whoa," she says, visibly impressed.
"I'm on the twenty-second floor," says Addison, unbothered by Meredith's expression.
"Okay…" Meredith nods, and she's led by the redhead to the elevator.
Meredith just wishes Addison would hold her, or kiss her, or something, but all the redhead does in the elevator is watch her.
As if she's studying her, eyeing her up. Addison's eyes flicker with dominance, hunger, and also restraint.
Meredith gasps as Addison looks her up and down. And then she shifts, and Meredith expects her to lean forward, but she doesn't, and Addison's only motion is a gesture for her to follow her out of the elevator, and into her hotel room.
It's a very nice and expansive suite, with a king-sized bed, cleanly made, and it's the first thing that Meredith notices.
She chastises herself inwardly for thinking about bed so soon with her companion, but what can she do when she's brought to someone's bedroom on a first date?
"Alright, let's see what you've got there," Addison smiles wickedly, and Meredith's eyes shoot wide open.
And then when she looks up, Addison is gesturing to her bag of props, and Meredith blushes at the thought that Addison would be thinking of anything else right now.
"Umm, well, here is-" Meredith is suddenly nervous under Addison's stare, but she doesn't drop it, so Meredith undoes the zipper slowly.
Addison watches her the whole time as Meredith lays out her sets of clothing first. Black, with leather. Lingerie. Sexy underwear.
She hears Addison growl approvingly, and it stirs something in Meredith.
Next, come the props, and Addison hums at each one, watching as she sets out a small paddle, a blindfold, a silk scarf, and of course, the whip that Addison had already seen in the photo.
"You've got quite the collection there," Addison says in a low, husky voice, as she admires Meredith standing next to it.
"Thank you," says Meredith, shyly.
"Now, let me show you how to hold this properly, huh?" Addison says, as she moves to the whip, and she positions it in her hand correctly.
Meredith gulps at the sight of Addison wielding it, and for a brief moment she almost wishes that Addison would demonstrate it's use for her.
"Come here, don't be shy. Now you take the handle," Addison offers, and Meredith follows her.
Addison passes it to her, and Meredith's eyes close at Addison's proximity to her from behind.
"There-" Addison whispers into her ear, and then she walks away again, so she can watch her.
She's the one holding the whip right now, she's the one who should feel powerful. But under Addison's piercing green eyes, all Meredith feels right now is the sensation of prey being hunted by its natural predator.
***** END OF CHAPTER 4
Author's Note:
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