Chapter 2
Following that introduction led to Bela inviting her to share in some tea and biscuits in the back of the store, only to find out that it was set of luxuriously-appointed rooms. The scene of where Bela began her seduction. Dawn had never encountered a woman like Bela, the experience was almost surreal, a world of sensual feasts in which Dawn was the main course. The worst part was Dawn wasn't sure she'd ever be… Dawnafter Bela finishes with her. And she will finish with her, because Dawn never got a sense that Bela was looking to be involved beyond their sexual parlor games.
She knew nothing about the book seller, and the rare glimpse of a pain so profound she'd see in her eyes was so fleeting that Dawn never approached the topic of her background. Plus their interactions were so limited in ways that it was also clear that other than the apparent signs of wealth like: the 2009 Aston-Martinor stream of Jimmy Choo heels and designer clothes not off-the-rack, as well as, sex, Bela never shared any additional personal or intimate information about herself.
Not to mention she was the most self-possessed, polished person Dawn had ever met. One got the sense that she should be heading up some kind of Fortune 500 corporation, rather than her current occupation as a rare book seller. However fun it's been dodging questions from the Scoobies, in particular, her over-protective Head-Slayer sister Buffy, it was no match for her ever-awakening (and increasing) libido. There was almost nothing that made Dawn wetter than Bela wearing one of her Vivian Westwoodpencil skirts,Prada heels, along with garter and stockings, her thong slicked to the side to allow the double-headed dildo that lodged itself inside Bela's wet, swollen folds, while the other end of it was busy fucking Dawn's soaked cunt, had Dawn keening and sobbing away on all-fours on the antique Louis XII desk in Bela's office. Even though the urge had been strong so whenever Buffy launched into one of her lectures about the need for caution or if she was planning on staying out all night to call, Dawn had to curb the instinct to rub her thighs together as she remembered similar intensely-hot scenes with Bela woman. It only added to deliciousness of the overall experience.
She'd learned more about sex in the few weeks they'd been… seeing each than she'd learned from all the books, lectures, voyeuristic experiences, and porn, put together. Sometimes while sitting in another high-level, staff-meeting at Slayer-Watcher HQ, she'd snicker to herself as she rehashed what she'd been doing right before she snuck in earlier that morning. And then she'd get wet, so wet she'd have to exert all types of discipline to prevent herself from squirming in her seat, or worry about whether one of the Slayers could smell her wet heat with their heightened sense-of-smell.
But then there were other moments when Dawn really wondered what Bela thought of her; did she like Dawn, did she think Dawn was smart, or was Dawn utterly and totally a… toy to Bela? When this thought-process popped up, Dawn began to think that she should stop seeing Bela; she knew it wouldn't end well. Xander was always saying that Dawn was the kind of girl you brought home to mother, Dawn could only roll her eyes and laugh at that trite line; yes, she was on her way to getting her Doctorate from Oxford on Rare Antiquities and Linguistics, yes, she was second only to Giles as a Watcher, and yes, her blood can open up pathways to other worlds, but yes, she also liked sex, pervy sex, and lots of it.
In spite of all her doubts about this experience, no matter where it takes her, she'll never regret it, and she certainly won't allow for something as irritating as 'feelings' to interfere in such a great experience. Otherwise what would be the point? Nevertheless… she did wonder, what did Bela think of her, of this… relationship or if she wondered anything about Dawn other than sex at all?