A/N: I love how there is more chemistry with Hollstein IRL (See Pillow Talk) than there is with the actors doing the 50SoG movie. Issue with 50SoG: Mary-Sue who is *not* Bella Swan is a virgin at 22? Fine. But NEVER masturbated or even tried to?
Carmilla is running both of her hands through her hair and pacing up and down her study. Two hands - that's double exasperation. Her usual concrete control seems to have slipped a notch.
"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," she castigates me.
"The subject never came up. I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I just signed a DNA for you! Besides, we hardly know each other." I'm staring at my hands. Why am I feeling guilty? I peek up at her. She's not angry at me, but herself.
"Could you just walk away now? Because that would be less mortifying than this conversation." she replied, her mouth presses into a hard line. "I knew you were inexperienced, but not a complete virgin..." She says it like it's a really dirty word.
"Well I know what sex is." I reply, too petulant for my liking.
"Hell, Laura, I just showed you," she groans. "May God forgive me. Have you even been kissed, other than me?"
"Of course I have." I try my best to look affronted. Okay... maybe twice.
"And nobody has swept you off your feet? I just don't understand. You're twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. And beautiful." She runs her hand through her hairagain.
Beautiful. I flush with pleasure. Carmilla Karnstein thinks I'm beautiful. I knot my fingers together, staring at them hard, trying to conceal my goofy grin.
"And we're seriously discussing what I want to do to you, when you have no experience."
Her brows knit together. "How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please." I shrug.
"No one's really, you know." Really done it for me. And you turn out to be some kind of monster. "Why are you so angry with me?" I whisper.
"I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself. I just assumed I might be corrupting you, not outright defiling your chastity." She sighs. She regards me in shock and horror and shakes her head. "Do you want to go?" she asks, her voice gentle.
"No, unless you want me to go," I murmur. Oh no... I don't want to leave.
"Of course not. I like having you here." She frowns as she says this and then glances at her watch. "It's late." And she turns to look at me. "You're biting your lip again." Her voice is husky, and she's eyeing me speculatively.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. It's just that I want to bite it too, hard." I gasp... how can she say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.
"If I am to be condemned for my sins, I should at least have pleasure of committing them first." She murmurs.
"What?"
"We're going to rectify the situation right now."
"What do you mean? What situation?"
"Your situation. Laura, I'm going to make love to you, now."
"Oh." The floor has fallen away. I'm a situation. She realizes that I'm frozen in surprise.
"That's if you want to - I mean - I don't want to push my luck."
"I thought you didn't make love. I thought you fucked. Hard." I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. She gives me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there.
"Special exception, sweetness. I really want to make love to you. I want our arrangement to work, but you really need to have some idea what you're getting yourself into. Come to bed with me." Her Cheshire grin softened to something significant. "This doesn't mean I've come over all hearts and flowers; it's a means to an end, hopefully an end we both want." Her dark gaze is intense.
I flush as my mind races with spurious thoughts. Is this how girls lose their virginity? As a favor?
"But I haven't done all the things you require from your list of rules." My voice is all breathy, hesitant.
"Forget the rules. Forget about all that... for tonight. I want you. I've wanted you ever since you fell into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn't be sitting here calmly discussing punishment and hard limits if you didn't. Please, Laura." She holds her hand out to me, her eyes are bright, fervent... excited, and I put my hand in hers. She pulls me up and into her arms so I can feel the length of her body against mine, the swiftness taking me by surprise. She runs her fingers round the nape of my neck, winds my ponytail around her wrist, and gently pulls so I'm forced to look up at her. She gazes down at me.
"You are one brave young woman," she whispers. "I am in awe of you." Her words are like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flames. She leans down and kisses my lips gently, and she sucks at my lower lip.
"I want to bite this lip," she murmurs against my mouth, and carefully she tugs at it with her teeth. I moan, and she smiles. "Please Laura, let me make love to you."
"Yes," I whisper, because that's why I'm here. Her smile is triumphant as she releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the apartment. Her bedroom is vast. The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern, dark iron with four posts, but no canopy. On the wall above it is a stunning painting of the sea.
I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I'm going to do it, with none other than Carmilla Karnstein. My breath is shallow, and I can't take my eyes off her. She removes her watch and places it on top of a chest of drawers that matches the bed, and removes her flannel shirt, tossing it onto a chair. She's dressed in her white tank top and leather pants.
She is simply beautiful. Her dark curly hair is a mess, her clothing is skin-tight in all the right places - her dark eyes bold and dazzling. She steps out of her Doc Martens and turns to the window.
"Do you want the blinds drawn?"
"I don't mind." I whisper. She strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood's pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. She stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes.
"Let's get this off, shall we?" she says softly, and takes hold of the lacy top and pulls it up over my head and shoulders. She drops it on the chair.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Laura Hollis?" she whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot take my eyes off her. She reaches up and gently runs her fingers down my cheek to my chin. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" she adds, caressing my chin.
The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I'm hypnotized by her eyes staring fervently into mine. Leaning down, she kisses me. Her lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. She starts unbuttoning my jeans while she places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth. Slowly she peels it off me and lets it fall to the floor. She stands back and gazes at me. I'm in the pale blue lacy perfect-fit bra. I want to cross my arms to cover myself, but instead step out of the heels finally.
Thank heavens.
"Oh, Laura," she breathes. "You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it."
I flush. Oh my... Why did she say she couldn't make love? I will do anything she wants.
She runs her fingers through my hair, making a quiet sound of pleasure. "I like brunettes," she murmurs, and both of her hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. Her kiss is demanding, her tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets hers. She puts her arms around me and molds herself against my body, squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. Her hand squeezes gently and I moan once more into her mouth.
I can hardly contain the riotous feelings - or is it hormones - that rampage through my body. I want her so badly.
She eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees. Releasing me, she suddenly drops to her knees. She grabs my hips with both her hands and runs her tongue around my navel, then gently nips her way to my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone. I groan as I realize I'm growing wet for her.
Seeing her on her knees in front of me, feeling her mouth on me, it's so unexpected, and hot. My hands travel to her head and begin to stroke her hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing. She gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, her eyes scorching.
"You smell so good," she murmurs and closes her eyes, a look of pure pleasure on her face, and I practically convulse. She reaches up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes me gently so I fall on to the mattress. She climbs onto the bed, her grace feline and predatory.
"Oh, Laura, what I could do to you," she whispers as she's staring down at me. "I can't wait to be inside you."
Holy shit. I gulp at her words.
"Show me how you pleasure yourself."
What? I frown.
"Don't be coy, show me," she whispers. I shake my head.
"I can't... I forgot how." My voice is hoarse. I hardly recognize it, laced with desire. She shakes her head in disbelief.
"You forgot how do you make yourself come? Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." Her voice is soft, challenging, a delicious sensual threat. She gets up and undoes the buttons of leather pants and slowly pulls them down, her eyes on mine the whole time. She leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. She let her warm breath trail over my center as she hovers over me. I am squirming with need.
"Keep still," she murmurs, and leaning down and kissing the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up, over the thin lacy material of my panties, kissing me.
Oh... I can't keep still. I wriggle beneath her.
"We're going to have to work on keeping you still, baby." She trails kisses up my belly, and her tongue dips into my navel. Still she's heading north, kissing me across my torso.
My skin is burning. I'm too hot, too cold, and I'm clawing at the sheet beneath me. She lays down beside me, and her hand trails up from my hip, to my waist, and up to my breast. She gazes down at me, her expression unreadable, and cups my breast. Her lips meet mine as her index finger dips into the cup of my bra and gently yanks it down freeing my breast, but the under wire and fabric of the cup force it upward. Her finger moves to my other breast and repeats the process. My breasts swell, and my nipples harden under her steady gaze. I am trussed-up by my ownbra."Very nice," she whispers appreciatively, and my nipples harden even more.
She blows very gently on one as her hand moves to my other breast, and her thumb slowly rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. I groan, feeling the sweet sensation all the way to my groin. I am so wet. Oh please, I beg internally as my fingers clasp the sheet tighter. Her lips close around my other nipple and as she tugs, I nearly convulse.
"Let's see if we can make you come like this," she whispers, continuing her slow, sensual assault. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of her deft fingers and lips, setting alight every single nerve ending in my body so that my whole body sings with the sweet agony.
She just doesn't stop.
"Oh... please," I beg, and I pull my head back, my mouth open as I groan, my legs stiffening. Holy hell, what's happening to me?
"Let go, baby," she murmurs. Her teeth close round my nipple, and her thumb and finger pull hard, and I fall apart in her hands, my body convulsing and shattering into a thousand pieces. She kisses me, deeply, her tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries.
Oh my. That was extraordinary. Now I know what all the fuss is about. She gazes down at me, a satisfied smile on her face, while I'm sure there's nothing but gratitude and awe on mine.
"You are very responsive," she breathes. "You're going to have to learn to control that, and it's going to be so much fun teaching you how." She kisses me again.
My breathing is still ragged as I come down from my orgasm. She did all that just from my breasts?! Her hand moves down my waist, to my hips, and then slips through the fine lace and slowly circles around me - there. Briefly she closes her eyes, and her breathing hitches.
"You're so deliciously wet. God, I want you." Her dark eyes open and look directly into mine as she thrusts her finger inside me, and I cry out as she does it again and again. She palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more. She pushes inside me harder and harder still. I groan. There's a warm chuckle coming from her throat, a knowing sound as she is burning this moment into her memory forever.
Suddenly, she sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. She licks her fingers, and the sound she makes at how I taste makes me clench even more. That's when I realize she's licking three fingers, not just one.
"Don't worry," she breathes, her eyes on mine, "You'll expand to fit me." She leans down, her hands on either side of my head, so she's hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, her jaw clenched, eyes burning. It's only now that I register she's still wearing her top.
"You really want to do this?" she asks softly.
"Please," I beg.
"You are mine," she whispers. "Only mine. Don't forget it." Her voice is intoxicating, her words heady, seductive. If this is what she can do to me, yes, I'm hers.
Her thumb begins to gently massage my clitoris, circling slowly. Her breath is soft against my face as she slowly nips me along my jaw.
"You smell divine, cupcake" she nuzzles behind my ear. Her thumb rubs against me, grinding a firm, tight circle. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring her thumb, as excruciating pleasure spikes through me like adrenaline.
"Keep still," she orders, voice soft but urgent, and slowly she inserts her fingers inside me, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mind-blowing - all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.
"You like this?" she asks softly, her teeth grazing my outer ear, and she starts to flex her fingers slowly, in, out, in, out... her thumb still circling.
I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that her fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan again.
"You're so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, sweetness, I like that. I like that a lot," she whispers.
I want to stiffen my legs, but I can't move. She's pinning me down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. Sadists don't have to inflict pain to be sadistic it seems. It's absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and she moves suddenly.
"Open your mouth," she commands and thrusts her fingers into my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly. "See how you taste."
She breathes against my ear. "Open, baby." I comply without reservation as my mouth and tongue close on her digits, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness and the faint metallic tang of copper. Holy fuck.
"I want to fuck your mouth, Laura, and I will soon," her voice is hoarse, raw, her breathing more disjointed.
Fuck my mouth?! I moan, teeth biting down on her fingers. She pulls my hair as a warning and I release her.
"Good girl," she pants, "We're going to go real slow this time."
And slowly she eases into me, slowly, slowly, until she's buried to the knuckle me. Stretching me, filling me, fucking me. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and she deliberately pulls her hand back, pauses a beat, and then slowly eases her way back in.
She repeats this motion again and again. It's driving me insane - her teasing, deliberately slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.
"You feel so good," she groans, and my insides start to quiver. I start to whimper in need. She pulls back and waits.
"Oh no, baby, not yet," she murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, she starts the whole delicious process again.
"Oh, please," I beg. I'm not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight, craving release by her magical fingers.
"I want you sore, buttercup," she murmurs, and she continues her sweet, leisurely torment; backward, forward. As she sweeps out, she starts to curl her fingers and it adds another level of intensity.
"Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine."
I groan.
"Please, Carmilla," I whisper.
"What do you want, Laura. Tell me."
I groan again. She pulls out and moves slowly back into me, and I gasp as I realize there are four fingers fucking me now.
"Tell me," she murmurs.
"You, please."
She increases the rhythm ever so slightly, and her breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quivering as Carmilla picks up the intensity.
"You. Are. So. Sweet," she murmurs between each thrust. "I. Want. You. So. Much."
I moan.
"You. Are. Mine. Come for me," she growls.
Her words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around her and I come, loudly calling out a garbled version of her name into the night and Carmilla finishes with two deep, sharp thrusts as my thighs quiver beneath her. Her mouth is pressed against my neck, and I'm uncertain if she's deciding to put a hickey on me or not as she sharply turns her head away and rests her head on my chest.
"Fuck. Laura," she breathes. She pulls out of me gently and rolls onto her side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent, and immediately drift off or pass out into an exhausted sleep.