Despite the soft noise that betrayed her outward disinterest in Fiona's advances, Myrtle showed no other apparent signs of giving into the woman's siren song. Yes, she had kissed Fiona's neck, but once Fiona forced her to pull away from leaving a smear of red lipstick on her skin, Myrtle regained her footing in the struggle for her attention.
"In your dreams, cupcake. I gave you a kiss, and even threw in a bonus grab-ass, now let me up." Myrtle pressed her hands forward on Fiona's hips, forcing her back a few inches on her lap.
Jaw clenched tightly, Fiona narrowed her eyes and tugged the fistful of crimped amber tresses. "You call that a kiss? Pathetic. I think someone needs to teach you a lesson, Myrtle." Leaning forward so her lips were just a few inches from Myrtle's mouth, Fiona lowered her voice. "It just so happens that I have some time to teach an unruly student such as yourself." Fiona climbed off of her lap, her rear end nudging a few piano keys to sound a quirky note. "Come," she ordered. Keeping her fingers entwined in Myrtle's hair, she pulled lightly, waiting for Myrtle to follow her lead.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!" The words hissed out of Myrtle's mouth as she took a swipe at Fiona's arm to try and slap her away, but it only served to make the woman pull the hair more tautly.
Fiona yanked Myrtle up from the seat in front of the piano with some effort, and then released her hold once she was standing. Myrtle muttered under her breath, massaging her scalp with a hand as she glared at the unkempt blonde with the rumpled pencil skirt. Fiona allowed her to take a moment to attempt relief of her throbbing head, but then took both of Myrtle's hands and pinned them behind her lower back. Fingernails digging into Myrtle's wrists, she shoved her forward. "Upstairs."
"You're crazy, let me go." Her voice was hoarse and she eyed Fiona over her shoulder with a piercing gaze. Myrtle twisted her upper body and tried to shake the woman's hands off of her wrists to no avail. Fiona's body may have been weakened by cancer, but the strength of her grip was powerful enough to prevent Myrtle from pulling away.
"You'll make this much easier for both of us if you stop resisting." Fiona snapped icily. She gave another rough shove against the woman's lower back, and Myrtle finally obliged, trudging forward with Fiona close behind. She steered her toward the staircase, taking the steps slowly so she could keep a good grip on Myrtle's wrists. It was an awkward moment when they passed Cordelia in the hallway, her mismatched eyes immediately lowering to Fiona's hands on Myrtle's behind her back.
"...should I even ask?" Cordelia paused in the midst of her stride toward the staircase, watching the two with uncertainty and suspicion.
Fiona chuckled, and withdrew her hands so she could rest them on her hips. "I was just showing your dear Auntie where she could rest for a while. Had to help her ancient ass up the stairs was all." A little smirk crossed her lips and she shrugged her shoulders, glancing to Myrtle for confirmation.
"I'm alright, little bird, just positively exhausted," Myrtle reassured the young blonde in an even tone, clasping her hands together behind her back casually.
Cordelia nodded her head once with a tight-lipped smile. "Alright, I'll be in the greenhouse if you need anything." The offer was plainly directed toward Myrtle, but she glanced to her mother just the same. It would do no harm to present a picture of forgiveness. Turning, Cordelia descended the stairs to leave the two alone in the hallway.
Once Cordelia was out of sight, Fiona returned her vice-like grip to Myrtle's gloved hands. "Good, we don't have to worry about being too loud now. I have a feeling you're going to be a teacher's pet, Myrtle," she said with a low voice. A nudge was given to the redhead and they continued to Fiona's expansive bedroom. After locking the doors, Fiona approached Myrtle who stood in the center of the room, arms crossed over her chest. Everything about her body language spoke of clear defiance.
Ignoring the cold vibes Myrtle was plainly casting in her direction, Fiona strode to her dresser, rummaging through a drawer. She enclosed something in her hand and moved behind Myrtle, pulling both arms behind the woman's back again rather forcefully. Any attempts at resisting Fiona were overcome by the persistent blonde as she swiftly wrapped cold metal cuffs around one of Myrtle's wrists. "Shit, I knew I should have ordered a different headboard for this room. But we'll make it work."
"Are you kidding me?" Myrtle scoffed in disbelief that she now had a handcuff around one of her wrists. She tried to pull her arm free, but only earned a few scratches from Fiona's nails. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You in a few minutes." Fiona pulled Myrtle to the bed and used both hands to push her by her shoulders to sit on the edge of the mattress. Another firm shove and then Myrtle was on her back, starting to shift her weight to try and sit up. "Nuh uh, cookie, you're not going anywhere." Fiona hiked up her skirt again and climbed on top of Myrtle, a knee coming to rest on either side of the woman's thighs. She leaned forward, pulling Myrtle's arms above her head and with a 'click' the other handcuff was latched around her other wrist. Fiona loomed over her prey with a predatory smile, her arms stretched above her head as her hands lingered on Myrtle's hands.
Twisting her body several times, Myrtle finally stilled her movements, glaring up at the Supreme through her cat-eyed frames. "I'd slap that smile right off of your pretty face if I could."
"Oh, you'll leave the slapping to me for now. If you're a good little pet, I might let you have a turn later." Fiona dipped her head, running the tip of her tongue along the bottom of Myrtle's jawline and then sat up, still straddling her hips. "Let's get this overbearing frock off of you." Narrating her next move, Fiona's fingers felt along the silky material of Myrtle's gown, searching for the source of closure so she could undo it. "It wouldn't kill you to find some more...revealing clothing, you know." The high collar of the cloak parted, and Fiona followed it downward, separating the two sides to reveal a silky black slip beneath.
"Not everyone has to parade around and prostitute their body like you do." Exhaling sharply as cool air met her skin, Myrtle fidgeted under Fiona, her arms still stretched above her head.
"I've never once sold myself for sex, Myrtle. Besides, you couldn't seem to stop staring down my jacket earlier, so quit being such a hypocrite." The cloak was now undone and pushed off to the side, leaving Myrtle's arms covered. The short black slip came to the middle of her thighs, incrementally inching up as she continued to twist under the blonde in a sad attempt to escape. "Alright, time for lesson number one." Fiona climbed off of the bed for a moment, removing Myrtle's shoes, and then discarded her own clothing with the exception of her black lace undergarments. The black heels remained on her feet, just because she felt they gave her a more authoritative air.
With feline grace, Fiona slunk back onto the bed so that she was kneeling perpendicular to the woman's body. Slender fingers slid up Myrtle's legs to lift the slip to her waist, and then Fiona hooked her fingers onto her underwear to tug them off. She glanced up at Myrtle who simply laid there, collected and calm.
Inside, though, was another story. Myrtle felt a culmination of feelings; anger, shame, distrust and worst of all, pure lust and desire. She had no intention of letting Fiona know she was right, though. She strained against the handcuffs again, the metal pinching her wrists. "Even if you never took money, you're still a whore." Myrtle tilted her chin upward haughtily.
The comment had its intended affect as Fiona's palm connected with Myrtle's cheek sharply. Her head bounced to the side from the force of the blow and her skin began to redden. "You watch your filthy mouth, or I'll do more than that little love tap." A warning glare was shot toward the redhead and Fiona returned her attention to Myrtle's lower body. Bending at the waist, she pressed her lips to Myrtle's nearly concave stomach, swirling lazy circles with her tongue. Tracing a line from each protruding hipbone a few times, Fiona's hand drifted up the woman's leg toward her thigh. She smirked as she felt Myrtle's body shift under her, also realizing her breathing was already starting to become erratic. Fiona pursed her lips to suck at the skin of her stomach, inching her mouth south after each gentle suckle. Soon her lips rested on the mound between Myrtle's thighs. Not one to give mercy, Fiona got to work, curling her tongue into the woman's folds. A few laps of her tongue later and she was twirling her tongue up against the bundle of nerves roughly. Instead of being too giving, Fiona lowered her tongue back to the soft folds, using two fingers to part the skin so she could insert her tongue into Myrtle's walls to test for any signs of wetness. Pleasantly surprised and rather pleased that she was right once again, Fiona's tongue met slippery velvet walls and her chin was soon soaked with fluids.
Myrtle had done well to restrain herself from whimpering or releasing any other noise, mostly due in part to digging her nails into her palms. She pressed her body into the mattress, intent on not squirming or thrusting her hips against Fiona's face. Internally, she was practically melting and on the cusp of breaking down but her resilient nature battled for dominance. Myrtle simply did not want Fiona to win yet again so she maintained the composure of a statue, distracting herself by calling to mind different incantations.
The minimal reactions from Myrtle were disconcerting so Fiona decided to ramp up her ministrations. "Alright, we'll play your way," she murmured against the woman's pelvic area. One more lap of her tongue across Myrtle's folds and then Fiona stopped.
She rolled Myrtle onto her stomach, bringing her hand to smack her bare bottom enough to leave a stinging reminder of the act. A quiet squeak escaped Myrtle and she pushed her rear into the air reflexively, elbows now propping half of her up. A knowing smirk graced Fiona's lips and she quickly laid down on her back, still perpendicular to Myrtle's body. Hands taking a hold of Myrtle's waist, she guided her to shimmy over so that her head was now under Myrtle's thighs.
"Be a bad girl for me, Myr...ride my mouth." Fiona reached above to slap Myrtle's bare behind once again, coaxing another whimper from the woman. Angling her head upward to close the distance between her and Myrtle's center, Fiona plunged her tongue into the dripping core above her head, not at all surprised when Myrtle began to rotate her hips firmly against her mouth. Fiona dragged the tip of her tongue along the woman's inner walls as the movement changed course to Myrtle frantically thrusting her hips so that Fiona's tongue stroked her insides.
Another well-placed smack to her ass drew a loud moan, and Myrtle tensed above Fiona's head as her orgasm rolled through her lower body. Her frame heaved with the exertion, and she rubbed her folds against Fiona's wet mouth a moment longer before shifting her body over to collapse on her stomach.
Fiona wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tilted her head to examine the handcuffed woman who now had her face buried into the bed. "Now that's how you kiss a lady." Smirking, Fiona languidly lifted a hand to rest it on Myrtle's backside as she lay prone, unable to respond.