A/N: I know it's been ages but hey, here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 3.
"Special little doll."
Emily knew she should be scared or at least worried for her friends right now but Cece was right. She'd always thought about her… like that. She couldn't help it. Maybe it had been the resemblance to Alison. That was why she'd never told anyone. She didn't want to be seen as such a pathetic cliché.
"Tell me what you're thinking about," Cece purred, running a single over Emily's bare stomach.
Emily bit her lip.
Cece pinched her, not too hard but hard enough to sting, "Don't hold back, baby."
Emily felt herself blushing, "I was thinking about when we first met you, I guess," she mumbled.
Cece smiled, "Ah. You're thinking about how hot you thought I was," she winked, "I know you, Em."
Emily shrugged and Cece pinched her again.
"Ow," Emily grumbled.
"Well then be a good girl and tell me," Cece chuckled.
Emily could feel the goose bumps spreading over her skin as Cece's hands continued to roam over her body.
"Yes, I was thinking about how…attractive I thought you were," Emily admitted.
"Because I reminded you of Ali," Cece said, "You have a type."
"It was not because – " Emily started to sit up.
Cece pushed her down and swung a leg over her, straddling her.
"Bull," she rolled her eyes, "I know you never fell out of love with her."
Emily ground her teeth, "How do you know so much?"
Cece laughed, "I'm A. Duh."
Emily sighed, "I know but – "
"Too much talking," Cece said quietly, "I know you want to kiss me."
Emily closed her eyes.
Cece smirked and licked her lips, "Now, now, open your eyes."
Emily opened her eyes. She didn't know why it felt so good to do everything Cece told her.
"Good girl," Cece murmured.
Emily nibbled on her lip.
"You like being a good girl," Cece ran a hand over her chest, squeezing her breast, "What are you?"
"A good girl," Emily whispered, her legs shifting.
Cece grinned, "A good doll."
"A good doll," Emily echoed, "Please, Cece… "
Cece tilted her head and giggled before leaning her mouth close to Emily's ear, "You're insatiable," she whispered, "Lucky I am too."
She thrust her knee against Emily's core hard. Emily groaned.
Cece nipped her ear, "Good dolls say thank you."
"Thank you," Emily answered immediately.
Cece giggled, "You're so obedient," she licked her lips, "Can I tell you a secret? You're pretty good at secrets, right?"
Emily rolled her eyes, "You could say that."
Cece moved her lips to Emily's ear, "I always thought about touching you," she murmured, "Actually, I touched myself thinking about it."
Emily gulped as she imagined Cece touching herself.
Cece smirked, "You like that thought?" she whispered, chuckling.
Emily nodded, "Yeah," she admitted.
"Hmm, I have a new game," Cece's eyes shone wickedly.
Emily watched the other woman warily, "Uh-huh?"
Cece pushed Emily down as she crawled off of her and sat cross legged at the end of the bed, "You know I like to watch you," she smiled, "So I want to watch you."
Emily blinked dumbly, "Watch me what?"
"Oh come on," Cece rolled her eyes, "You're not that innocent…" she waited for the younger woman to get the point, "Just think about something that turns you on. Oh, I know," she winked, "Just think about me."
"You want me to t-touch myself?" Emily stammered, a blush creeping up her neck.
Cece nodded, "You got it."
Emily nibbled on her lip, "I-I can't…in front of…"
Cece tilted her head, "Can't?" she asked, "I don't like that word," she pouted and crawled over to Emily, running a hand through brunette hair, "Don't you want to be my little doll anymore?"
Emily swallowed tightly, "I do," she said quietly, "I'm just…"
Cece ran a finger over Emily's cheek, "You don't need to be embarrassed with me, Em. If you're lucky, I'll give you a helping hand," she winked.
Emily's legs shifted, "I've never done this… you know, in front of someone before."
Cece grinned, "Good. You save yourself for me," she purred into Emily's ear, "Maybe you just need a little incentive," she scrambled off the bed and shed her black hoodie, throwing it in Emily's direction.
Emily laughed as the hoodie hit her and she tossed it to the floor. She licked her lips as Cece slipped her singlet off, revealing her breasts.
"You like?" Cece smirked.
Emily nodded and sat up, moving off the bed. Cece shook her head and stepped back.
"Uh-uh," Cece growled.
Emily pouted.
"Haven't you learnt by now how I get when my dolls don't do what I say?" Cece asked.
Emily rolled her eyes, "Why didn't you just seduce me before? I mean, we never really thought you were A… you could have just…"
"Batted my eyelids and smiled and got you to drop your pants?" Cece laughed, "I know. I could have. I promised… it doesn't matter."
Emily frowned and opened her mouth to speak.
"No more talking," Cece whined.
Emily couldn't understand how the woman before her could be so sexy and adorable at the same time. She lay back on the bed and moved her hand between her legs.
"That's better," Cece ran her tongue over her lips.
Emily blushed as her fingers brushed over her own folds and she felt her body shiver. She was glad she was so wet, despite her nerves and embarrassment. She rubbed against herself harder, moving her fingers to clit.
"You're wet," Cece whispered, crawling onto the bed and crossing her legs as she watched her favourite doll play with herself.
"Yeah," Emily breathed as she moved her fingers in circles around clit, getting smaller and smaller. A small whine emanated from the back of her throat.
"Good girl," Cece raised a hand to her own breast, flicking her nipple before grasping it between her thumb and forefinger, fiddling with it as it hardened. Emily couldn't tear her eyes away as Cece's hand moved to her other breast, squeezing it before running her palm over it.
Emily bit her lip as her fingers moved faster. She moaned loudly. Cece giggled as she ran her other hand through her blonde hair seductively. She locked eyes with Emily. It seemed like she had the younger woman caught in a trap; Emily found she couldn't look away as she increased the pressure of her own hand against herself. Cece bit back a smile and crawled up to Emily, still keeping eye contact as she placed her hand over Emily's wet hand and pulled it away. She replaced it with her own hand.
"You're so obedient," Cece murmured, running a single finger through wet folds, "Do you like being told what to do?"
Emily gulped and nodded, "Yes," she whispered, "I don't know why. It's just… it feels good."
"Better than good, I hope," Cece smirked as she flicked Emily's clit.
"Better than good," Emily confirmed, moving her hips to increase the pressure of Cece's hand against her, "Please Ce, make me come."
Cece pressed her lips hard against Emily's and drove her fingers in deep, not letting Emily withdraw from the kiss as she gasped in pleasure. Cece opened her mouth and thrust her tongue into Emily's mouth. Emily was forced to pull away as Cece's fingers clawed deeper.
"Does it hurt?" Cece whispered as Emily's nails dug into her sides.
"A little," Emily half-whimpered, "But it feels good."
"Good," Cece ran a hand through brunette hair as Emily's body shuddered out it's orgasm.
Emily licked her dry lips as she nuzzled into Cece's chest. Cece ran a finger down her spine and her palm back up.
"Go back to sleep," Cece murmured, "Answers tomorrow, I promise."
Emily withdrew her face from Cece's chest, "You're not going to tell me now? You're A. You gotta tell me something."
"Gotta?" Cece quirked an eyebrow, "I don't take orders."
"I just want to understand," Emily said quietly, "You're so… nice."
Cece smiled, "Promise me you won't tell the others."
Emily nibbled on her lip.
"Em, I swear I'll tell them. But you're… different," Cece's eyes were wide.
"Why?" Emily frowned, "Why am I different?"
Cece's hand raised to Emily's cheek, "You're just special," she said quietly, "I like you."
Emily shook her head, "Then why would you… all this… I don't understand. Please, just tell me. I've spent years being scared of A but… I'm not scared of you."
Cece hung her head. Then she got off the bed and pulled her hoodie back on before she got back onto the bed and crawled in next to the younger woman.
Emily watched her in confusion, "Why did you do that?"
Cece shrugged, "I feel more comfortable hiding," she whispered, "Plus, my mum gave me my first black hoodie so it just became a thing," she took a breath, "You know her. My mum."
Emily frowned, "I know your mum?"
Cece sat up and pulled her knee's to her chest, "Please promise me you won't tell."
Emily had never heard the older girl so scared. Maybe that's why she did it.
"I promise."
