Hecate cried out with each gentle tug on her hair, panting with exhilaration the closer she got to her desired state. She'd been initially wary of the vibrating object she had been shown but was rapidly changing her mind when Agatha employed it strategically. Where she'd learned her tricks was anyone's guess but they certainly were effective. Agatha mainly controlled her clients with her voice or a toy. When she did use her hand, it was usually for a highly anticipated spanking, a highly popular choice. Something that Hecate wouldn't have realised that she could be partial to once in a while. Agatha trailed ice cubes over the pink skin and grinned at the gasp and twitch of the woman beneath her. It was pleasing to know that she had that effect on her.

Agatha's hair was curled russet that weekend. Hecate marvelled at the way she kept changing appearance, month to month, from jet black waves to auburn curls, chocolate brown and on occasion, dark grey. Not once had she reverted to the silver that her sister had adopted as her own, out of consideration for Hecate. It kept her mind away from Ada and slowly, the gut wrench she'd previously felt at never being able to have her, was settling down to a bittersweet wistfulness. It made her all the more grateful to Agatha. How the thought would have made her shudder a year ago, she thought wryly in the ensuite as she endorsed the casual use of magic for the frivolous purpose of shortening her nails. On their fifth meeting, Agatha took her hand and kissed it, shocking Hecate, bringing warmth to her cool skin and sending sparks through her veins.

'Artistic as they are, you're going to do something about those before we go any further tonight.'

It wasn't a request. Up until that point, Agatha had needed nothing from her, only giving her client what she wanted. But now the boundaries had shifted and Agatha was inviting her client to service her. Demanding it. She had done as Hecate had asked and changed her appearance. Hecate had shivered in apprehension at the test that was being set for her, something she'd wanted for so long. Both recognised perfectionism and flair in each other and Agatha was finally going to get it, albeit with a different focus this time. That first time was nothing but pleasurable, despite Hecate's inexperience.

'My, my, aren't you eager?'

Agatha laughed breathlessly at the muffled answer and slid her hands into that glorious mane, lightly holding Hecate hostage.

'Good girl.'

Once her client learned to use her fingers and tongue in every way possible, she could be prepared to enact her desires which was the other half of her wish. Agatha liked being the one to grant that. So often was Agatha made to feel that she was an inconvenience, the thought that she could be useful, surprised her.

Hecate's efforts had earned her gratifying praise. Hecate couldn't explain why words like that spurred her on, made her diabolically wet but she enjoyed that she was encouraged to be free to revel in it. She'd thoroughly enjoyed every second she'd attended the needs of her hostess.

Agatha in turn, had been contemplating how her new non-magical life was working out for her. Gone was the habitually cruel demeanour, now mainly used when her clients wanted it. She should have felt ruffled at the change, for abandoning all that she'd been for most of her life but once she'd finally let go of the hurt and betrayal she'd felt at being cast out from the non-magical world, she'd felt lighter. She'd stopped struggling against what had been thrown at her and started playing it by ear. It wasn't what she would have chosen for her life but she couldn't say that she was unhappy about it. In fact, it seemed to suit her well.

She kissed Hecate on the shoulder as they snuggled into each other under the luxurious duvet. Hecate had taken to lying on her chest and curling into her. Agatha was charmed at how feline she was. She had missed the company of a familiar and had thought of getting a cat but the loss of her last familiar still grieved her. Hecate tangled her legs comfortably and trailed her fingers up and down the tattoo adorning Agatha's left thigh (of course she would have a dragon). She was thinking.

'I can hear you thinking.'

Hecate huffed. She never could fool Agatha. Better do it now before she lost her nerve. She swiftly slid her hand to Agatha's cheek and leaned up to kiss her full on the mouth. She'd never kissed her before. She felt Agatha's surprised cry vibrate through her and her heart skipped a beat. She drew back to gauge her reaction. Agatha looked stunned but not displeased.

'Well, this is a surprise.'

She tucked a length of dark hair behind Hecate's ear, trailed her fingers down her cheek and down her neck, lower still, trying to conceal how breathless that kiss had made her. She heard her voice waver for a second and fought to keep it to the honeyed tone she was such an expert at.

'Agatha.'

Hecate had never said her name since they'd started their arrangement and the way that she said it now was disorientating her. She struggled to focus.

'You've really taken rule breaking to the limit, haven't you? Perhaps you're angling for another spanking, my girl.'

Her thumb grazed the waiting nipple, hoping to elicit a response. Hecate stared steadily at her, a trace of panic flickering in her eyes but refusing to back down. It had been an unspoken rule that kissing on the lips was not to be done. Agatha had kissed her skin several times (and what a turn on Hecate found that) but neither had wanted to overstep the boundary until that point. But Hecate had had enough. She moved up and sat astride the other woman to pin her arms above her head, cutting off her next words.

'Shut up.'

Agatha gasped in astonishment. It was rather arousing having the tables turned on her and she liked it when that dangerous tone came out to play. Hecate didn't utilise it enough for her liking. Agatha could be persuaded to do a lot for that voice. Hecate started talking. She'd been desperate to try and get one sister out of her system by letting the other one fuck her senseless but she'd not bargained on carrying on for over a year with the wrong sister. Spent the best Christmas she'd ever had with the wrong sister. Given herself so intimately to the wrong sister. Or the one that was meant to be the wrong sister. Agatha challenged her the way that Ada never could and it was a shock to see that it was what she needed. It rejuvenated her, made her feel secure. Agatha knew all of this. She also knew that Hecate was still devoted to Ada and would always be in love with her in some way, even if it wasn't in the same way as before.

'I have no idea if I've initiated the best decision or the worst decision of my life. I'm completely unprepared about how to deal with this.'

Agatha felt sympathy at the confusion and anger revealed in Hecate's eyes. She kept her voice soft even though her heart was beating faster at the desire of finally being dominated by the other woman.

'I'm not asking you to choose. Believe me, this wasn't a situation I was eager for. Of all the things to share with my sister, I didn't want this to be it but if you want us both, you can.'

'How can I keep deceiving Ada like this?' Hecate cried out.

'You're not. You're assuming that she feels the same way about you. She doesn't. She knows nothing. You must never tell her or you lose both of us. And I don't think you deserve that.'

Hecate's gaze hardened. She let go. Agatha sat up and stared at her, unsure if the silent anger radiating off her signalled that the evening was over.

'You tell me if you're comfortable to break any more boundaries' she commented, rolling out of bed. 'We can reset the rules.'

She cursed herself for sounding so flippant. She hadn't realised how much she did that. Hecate stayed silent, waited and pounced when Agatha least expected it. With a strength that she didn't realise she had, she pushed her onto the chaise longue and took charge. Agatha's squeak at being taken by surprise didn't derail Hecate's determination to top her. She discovered that she adored being taken care of and wanted Agatha to keep doing it. But once in a while, she wanted to wreck this witch who she was also inexplicably in love with. Agatha could honestly say that she'd never been fucked so thoroughly bent over the backrest. With three fingers, of course she had but not like that. It was her turn to have a hand rake her scalp; forcing her head into the cushion, her turn to feel the punishing slaps across her backside and beg for more, her turn to enjoy all that she'd meted out to others. She got a delicious kiss on her shoulder from Hecate when they'd finished and an even better one once she'd been able to turn around. It was quite simply, the best kiss she'd ever had. She couldn't remember the last time something so simple had made her knees give way. It was Hecate's turn to take charge; running a hot bath, lowering her head to catch the aching nipples in her mouth, brushing Agatha's hair from her face and lavishing attention on her. Afterwards Agatha lay Hecate's arms and sighed happily.

'It's been a very long time since I've had that.'

They both knew she meant the kiss, more than anything else. It was a measure of how Agatha had changed that she hadn't boasted of being granted a side to Hecate Hardbroom that her sister hadn't or make a display of pitying her for missing out. She had no wish to throw anything in Ada's face anymore.

Hecate promised her that she'd not withhold anything if that's what she wanted. After a lifetime of denying herself, she wouldn't keep away from either sister. Before, she would have despised herself for it but now, it seemed natural to enjoy the company of both. She'd made her decision and Agatha wasn't going to argue her out of it. Not after that seeing-to.