A/N: This is the chapter where the silver-grey tie was supposed to come in. I don't know why but it somehow turned into a Slytherin scarf. Oh and bacon pancakes are better than bacon and pancakes because obvious reasons.
A/N #2: My issue with 50SoG: The mother character was too two-dimensional and 'perfect happy mother', and could have been a cardboard cutout with post-it notes attached with lines that a teenager would want to hear a parent say. So I cut her out entirely. Also, the main male character is a billionaire/fluent French speaker/concert level pianist/fully trained pilot/athletic/gorgeous/perfect-enormous penis/best lover ever. Who never seems to actually work and is using his money to combat world hunger at age of 26. (Hence why I'm using LaFontaine's biology degree as part of a foil to put some depth and tension to make being a billionare business mogul have some stress/tension in proving why someone that young has earned that much money in the business world. Because the shipment that has a problem in Darfur in 50SoG never gets brought back AT ALL.)
The Morning After
When I wake, it's still dark. I have no idea how long I've slept. I stretch out beneath the duvet, and I feel sore, deliciously sore. Carmilla is nowhere to be seen. I sit up, realizing that she has blackout curtains in her bedroom. I hear music. The violin is mourning a sad, sweet lament. Carmilla is playing, and playing really well. I can't recognize the tune, though.
I wrap the duvet round me and quietly pad down the corridor toward the big room.
Carmilla is completely lost in the music she's playing. Her eyes are closed as her expression is sad and forlorn, like the music. Her playing is stunning. Leaning against the wall at the entrance, I listen enraptured. She's such an accomplished musician. She is wearing a plush robe, her body kissed by the cool light cast by her MP3 player that is hooked up to her entertainment system. With the rest of the large room in darkness, it's like she's in her own isolated little pool of light, untouchable... lonely, in a bubble.
I pad quietly toward her, enticed by the sublime, melancholy music. I'm mesmerized watching her long skilled fingers as they slide over the strings, remembering how those same fingers have expertly handled and caressed my body. I flush and gasp at the memory and press my thighs together. She glances up, her dark eyes bright, her expression unreadable. I then realize she has Bluetooth ear buds in and she was listening to "Criminal" by Fiona Apple.
"Sorry," I whisper. "I didn't mean to disturb you." She puts down the violin and the bow as a frown flits across her face. She pulls out the earbuds as I can now barely hear 'And I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against..' as she stops the playback.
"Surely, I should be saying that to you," she murmurs. She runs her fingers through her hair and stands.
Her robe gives a flash of leg, all the way up... oh my. My mouth goes dry as she casually strolls around the piano toward me. She has delicate shoulders, perfect hips, and kisses the top of my head.
"You should be in bed," she admonishes.
"That was beautiful playing."
"Thank you."
"Why were you playing that?" I blurted out, wondering if she felt guilty over last night.
Her lips quirk up in a half smile.
"Bed," she orders. "You'll be exhausted in the morning."
"I woke up and you weren't there."
"It's hard for me to catch any sleep, and I'm definitely not used to sleeping with anyone," she murmurs. I can't fathom her mood. She seems a little despondent, but it's difficult to tell in the darkness. Perhaps it was the tone of the piece she was playing. She puts her arm around me and gently walks me back to the bedroom.
"How long have you been playing? You play beautifully."
"Feels like a lifetime."
"How are you feeling?" she asks when we are back in the room. She switches on a sidelight.
"I'm good."
We both glance down at the bed at the same time. There's an obvious wet spot there from our sex. I flush, embarrassed, pulling the duvet tighter around me.
"Well, that's going to give Perry something to think about," Carmilla mutters as she stands in front of me. She puts her hand under my chin and tips my head back, staring down at me. Her eyes are intense as she examines my face. I realize that I've not seen topless. Instinctively, I reach out to run my fingers to the bit of flesh not covered by her robe. Immediately, she steps back out of my reach.
"Get into bed," she says sharply. "I'll come and lie down with you." Her voice softens.
I drop my hand and frown. I don't think I've ever touched nor seen her breasts. She opens a chest of drawers and pulls out a t-shirt and quickly slips it on.
"Bed," she orders again. I climb back onto the bed, trying not to think about the wet spot.
She clambers in beside me and pulls me into her embrace, wrapping her arms around me so that I'm facing away from her. She likes to be the big spoon it seems. She kisses my hair gently, and she inhales deeply.
"Sleep, sweetness." she murmurs, and I close my eyes, but I can't help feel a residual melancholy, either from the music or her demeanor. Carmilla Karnstein has a sad side.
Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. It's a beautiful May morning. Beside me, Carmilla Karnstein is fast asleep. I'm surprised she's still in bed. She's facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study her. Her lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. Her sculptured, delicious lips are parted slightly, and her shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. How could anyone look this angelic? I remember her room upstairs... perhaps she's not. I shake my head, so much to think about. It's tempting to reach out and touch her; she's so lovely while asleep. I don't want to disturb her right now.
I could gaze at her all day, but I have needs - bathroom needs. Slipping out of bed, I find her white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but I'm in a vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, skirts, and shoes. How can anyone need this many shoes? I tut with disapproval. Actually, Betty's shoe collection might rival this. Betty! Oh no. I didn't think about her all evening. I was supposed to text her. Crap. I'm going to be in trouble. I wonder briefly how she's getting on with Jamie.
Returning to the bedroom, Carmilla is still asleep. I try the other door. It's the bathroom, and it's bigger than my dorm room. Why does one woman need so much space? Two sinks, I notice with irony. Maybe she uses each sink on different days, I chuckle to myself.
I stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Do I look different? I feel different. I feel a little sore, if I'm honest, and my muscles - jeez it's like I've never done any exercise in my life. You don't do any exercise in your life outside of lift brownies out of the oven, Hollis.
So you've just slept with her, given her your virginity, and she didn't even say she loves you. In fact, she has very odd ideas about you, and wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.
I wince as I look in the mirror. I am going to have to process all this. Honestly, I finally fall for someone who's gorgeous, more than self-sufficiently wealthy, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me. I shudder. My hair, of course, is in its usual tousled manner. Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me. I try and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up - and of course Carmilla won't have a brush for straight hair here. Maybe I'll find hair ties in my purse.
I'm starving. I head back out to the bedroom. Sleeping beauty is still sleeping, so I leave her and head for the kitchen.
Oh no... Betty. I left my purse in Carmilla's study. I fetch it and reach for my cell phone. Three texts.
'R U OK Laura'
'Where R U Laura'
'Damn it Laura'
Would a few extra keystrokes kill her? I call Betty. When she doesn't answer, I leave her an apologetic message to tell her that I am alive and have not been tortured or killed. Oh this is so confusing. I have to try and categorize and analyze my feelings for Carmilla Karnstein. It's an impossible task. I shake my head in defeat. I need alone time, away from here to think.
I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pigtails. Yes! The more girly I look, perhaps the safer I'll be from her. I take my iPod out of the bag and plug my headphones in. There's nothing like music to cook by. I slip it into the cup of my bra, turn it up, and get to work.
Holy hell, I'm hungry.
I am daunted by her kitchen. It's so sleek and modern and none of the cupboards have handles. It takes me a few seconds longer than it should to deduce that I have to push the cupboard doors to open them. Perhaps I should cook Carmilla breakfast. I have no idea what she likes to eat. I check in the fridge, where there are plenty of eggs, and decide I want bacon pancakes. I set about making some batter as the pan heats up.
Being busy is good. It allows a bit of time to think, but not too deeply. The music helps stave off any deep thoughts or guilt. I came here to spend the night in Carmilla Karnstein's bed and did it, even though she doesn't let anyone in her bed. I smile, mission accomplished. I grin. I scored, big time, and I'm distracted by the memory of last night. Her words, her body, her lovemaking... I close my eyes as my body hums at the recollection, and my muscles contract deliciously as I realize the cast-iron skillet is ready for the bacon. I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand.
I put the bacon on the skillet as I hunt around for the pancake mix. Avril Lavigne is doing Joan Jett's cover about a bad reputation. I always liked the song, though it didn't always seem to fit for me. It was good for a bit of confidence when I came out to daddy, but it was a moot point because he just wanted me happy and to not get pregnant before I was ready. I have an indecent proposal to consider from the only woman whom I actually want to please.
I pulled the bacon off of the skillet and let it dry on some paper towels, and while it's drying off, I make the batter. I turn, and Carmilla is sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, her face supported by her steepled hands. She's still wearing the t-shirt she's slept in. Just-fucked hair really, really suits her. She looks both amused and bewildered.
I freeze, flush, then gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of her.
"Good morning, Miss Hollis. You're very energetic this morning," she says dryly.
"I slept well," I stutter my explanation. Her lips try to mask her smile.
"I can't imagine why." She pauses and frowns. "So did I, after I came back to bed."
"Are you hungry?"
"Very," she says with an intense look, and I don't think she's referring to food.
"Bacon Pancakes?"
"Sounds great."
"I don't know where you keep your placemats." I shrug, trying desperately hard not to look flustered.
"I'll do that. You cook. Would you like me to put some music on so you can continue your... dancing?" I stare down at my fingers, knowing that I am turning puce. "Please, don't stop on my account. It's very entertaining." Her tone is one of wry amusement.
I purse my lips. Entertaining? I turn and crumble the bacon into the batter, preparing to pour the first pancake out.
In a moment, she's beside me. She winds her fingers around and then gently tugs at a pigtail.
"I love these," she whispers playfully. "They won't protect you." Of course she's also into pulling pigtails...
I roll my eyes at her, focusing on making pancakes. She's hard to stay mad at. Especially when she's being so uncharacteristically playful. She opens a drawer and takes out two black slate placemats for the breakfast bar. I pour the bacon-pancake mix into a pan, and watch the batter rise and bubble to be thick and fluffy.
When I turn back round, there is orange juice on the table, and she's making coffee.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please. If you have some." I find a couple of plates and place them on the placemats as I wait to flip the pancake. Carmilla reaches into a cupboard and pulls out some Twining's English Breakfast tea. I purse my lips. She already has it stocked, too.
"Bit of a foregone conclusion wasn't I?"
"Are you I'm not sure we've concluded anything yet, Miss Hollis," she murmurs.
What does she mean by that? Our negotiations? Our 'relationship'? She's still so cryptic. I serve up the pancakes onto the plates and hunt in the refrigerator to find some maple syrup.
I glance up at Carmilla, and she's waiting for me to sit down.
"Miss Hollis." She motions to one of the bar stools.
"Ms. Karnstein." I nod in acknowledgement. I climb up and wince slightly as I sit down. She chuckles darkly at that, as if congratulating herself on a job well done.
"Just how sore are you?" she asks as she sits down. I flush. Why does she ask such personal questions?
"Well, to be truthful, I have nothing to compare this to," I snap at her. "Unless you wish to offer an apology?" I ask too sweetly. I think she's trying to stifle a smile, but I can't be sure.
"No. I wondered if we could have another round this morning. Maybe delve into some of the training I'd have you do."
"Oh." I stare at her dumbfounded as I stop breathing and everything inside me clenches tight.
"Eat, Laura." My appetite has become uncertain again... more... more sex... yes please.
"This is delicious, incidentally." She grins at me.
I try a forkful of bacon pancake but can barely taste it. I recall what she said last night, 'I want to fuck your mouth'. Is this what she meant by training?
"Stop biting your lip. It's very distracting, and I happen to know you're not wearing anything under my shirt which makes it even more distracting," she growls.
I dunk my teabag in the small pot that Carmilla has provided. My mind is in a whirl.
"What sort of training did you have in mind?" I ask, my voice slightly too high, betraying my wish to sound as natural, disinterested, and calm as I can with my hormones wreaking havoc through my body.
"Well, as you're sore, I thought we could stick to... oral skills."
I choke on my tea, and I stare at her, eyes wide and gaping. She pats me gently on the back and passes me some orange juice. I cannot tell what she's thinking.
"That's if you want to stay," she adds. I glance up at her, trying to recover my equilibrium. Her expression is unreadable. It's so frustrating.
"I'd like to stay for today...if that's okay. I have work tomorrow."
"What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"
"Nine."
"I'll get you to work by nine tomorrow."
I frown. Does she want me to stay another night?
"I'll need to go home tonight - I need clean clothes."
"We can get you some here, if that's the problem."
I don't have spare cash to spend on clothes. Or is she saying she'd buy me clothes? I'm not ready for that. Her hand comes up, and she grasps my chin, tugging it so my lip is released from the grip of my teeth.
"What is it?" she asks.
"I need to be home this evening." Her mouth is a hard line.
"Okay, this evening," she acquiesces. "Now eat your breakfast."
My thoughts and my stomach are in turmoil. My appetite has vanished. I stare at my half-eaten breakfast. I'm just not hungry.
"Eat, Laura. You didn't eat last night."
"I'm really not hungry," I whisper. Her eyes narrow.
"I would really like you to finish your breakfast."
"What is it with you and food?" I blurt out. Her brow knits.
"I told you, I have issues with wasted food. Eat," she snaps. Her eyes are dark, pained. Holy Crap. What is that all about? I pick up my fork and eat slowly, trying to chew.
I must remember not to put so much on my plate if she's going to be weird about food. Her expression softens as I carefully make my way through my breakfast. I note that she cleans her plate. She waits for me to finish, and then she cleans my plate.
"You cooked, I'll clean."
"That's very democratic."
"Yes." She frowns after saying that. "Not my usual style. After I've done this, meet me in bed."
"Oh, okay." Oh my... I'd much rather have a shower. My cell rings, interrupting my reverie. It's Betty.
"Hi." I wander over to the glass doors of the balcony, away from her. I try to not look down.
"Laura, why didn't you text last night?" She's angry.
"I'm sorry, I was overtaken by... events."
"You're okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Did you?" She's fishing for information. I roll my eyes at the expectation in her voice.
"Betty, I don't want to talk over the phone." Carmilla glances up at me.
"You did... I can tell."
How can she tell? She's bluffing, and I can't talk about this. I've signed a damned agreement.
"Betty, please."
"What was it like? I have to know! Are you okay?"
"I've told you I'm okay."
"Was she gentle?"
"Betty, please!" I can't hide my exasperation.
"Laura, don't hold out on me, I've been waiting for this day for nearly three years."
"I don't kiss and tell! Look, I'll see you this evening." I hang up.
She's so tenacious, and she wants to know - in detail, and I can't tell her because I've signed a - what was it called - NDA. Actually, no. I don't want to have to tell her. What we did was amazing and private.
She'll freak and rightly so. I need a plan. I head back to watch Carmilla move gracefully around her kitchen.
"The NDA, does it cover everything?" I ask tentatively.
"Why?" she turns and gazes at me while putting the Twinings away.
"Well, I have a few questions, you know, about sex." I stare down at my fingers. "And I'd like to ask Betty."
"You can ask me."
"Carmilla, with all due respect." My voice fades as I take a deep breath. "I can't ask you. I'll get your biased, kinky-as-hell, distorted world-view regarding sex. I want an impartial opinion. Just about the mechanics. I swear I won't mention your Red Room of Pain."
She raises her eyebrows.
"Red Room of Pain? It's mostly about pleasure, sweetness. Believe me," she says. "Besides," her tone is harsher. "Your room-mate is an unyielding journalist looking for gossip and the biggest scoop she can find. I'd really rather you didn't."
"Does your family know about your... predilection?"
"No. It's none of their business." She saunters toward me until she's standing in front of me. "Nor is it Betty's." She sighs as she sees the pained expression on my face.
"What do you want to know?" she asks, and raising her hand runs her fingers gently down my cheek to my chin, tilting my head back so she can look directly into my eyes. I squirm inwardly. I cannot lie her.
"Nothing specific at the moment," I whisper.
"Well, we can start with - how was last night for you?" Her eyes burn, filled with curiosity. She's anxious to know. Wow.
"Good," I murmur.
Her lips lift slightly.
"Good? It was good for me too," she murmurs. "I've never had vanilla sex before. There's a lot to be said for it. But then, maybe it's because I had it with you." She runs her thumb across my lower lip.
I inhale sharply. Vanilla sex?
"Take off my shirt." I comply, but I grow nervous being completely naked in front of Ms. Karnstein.
She stands back to gaze at me. I'm naked for heaven's sake. I flush crimson and stare down at my hands, level with the base of my belly, and I desperately want to hide myself, but I know she won't want that.
"Hey," she summons me. I peek up at her, and her head is cocked to one side. "Laura, you're a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don't hang your head like you're ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it's a real joy to stand here and gaze at you." She takes my chin in her hand and tilts my head up to reach her eyes. They are soft and warm, heated even. Oh my. She's so close. I could just reach up and touch her.
"Miss Hollis." She holds her hand out towards me.
I'm standing there, wide-eyed and wary, my arms wrapped around myself. I step forward while surreptitiously admiring her physique. She is just yummy. I take her hand, and she leads me towards her bedroom. In her bedroom, she stares down at me as we stand by her bed.
"Turn around, face me," she orders, her voice soft. I do as I'm told. I'll have to get used to it if I'm going to take her up on her outrageous offer... She's watching me intently.
"Trust me?" she asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust her. What's she going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me.
"Good girl," she breathes, her lips brushing the edge of my ear. She steps away into her closet and comes back with a silver and green scarf. Of course she's a Slytherin.
"Put your hands together in front of you," she orders as her eyes are bright with wild excitement.
I do as she asks, and she binds my wrists together with the scarf, knotting it firmly. She tugs at the binding. It's very secure. What now? My pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a frantic tattoo. She runs her fingers down my pigtails.
"You look so young with these," she murmurs and moves forward. Instinctively, I move back until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. She unties her robe, but I can't take my eyes off her face. Her expression is ardent, full of desire.
"Oh, creampuff, what shall I do to you now?" she whispers as she lowers me on to the bed, lying beside me, and raising my hands above my head.
"Keep your hands up here, don't move them, understand?" Her eyes burn into mine, and I'm breathless from their intensity.
"Answer me," she demands, her voice soft.
"I won't move my hands." I'm breathless.
"Good girl," she murmurs and deliberately licks her lips slowly. I'm mesmerized by her tongue as it sweeps slowly over her upper lip. She's staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising. She leans down and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips.
"I'm going to kiss you all over, Miss Hollis," she says softly, and she cups my chin, pushing it up giving her access to my throat. Her lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, to the small dip at the base of my neck. My body leaps to attention... everywhere. My heat pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there. I groan.
I want to touch her. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I'm restrained, feel her hair. She stops kissing me and glares up at me, shaking her head from side to side, tutting as she does. She reaches for my hands and places them above my head again.
"Don't move your hands, or we just have to start all over again," she scolds me mildly.
Oh, she's such a tease.
"I want to touch you." My voice is all breathy and out of control.
"I know," she murmurs. "Keep your hands above your head," she orders, her voice forceful. "Or I'll tie them to the bed."
She cups my chin again and starts to kiss my throat as before. Oh... she's so frustrating.
Her hands run down my body and over my breasts as she reaches the dip at the base of my neck with her lips. She swirls the tip of her nose around it then begins a very leisurely cruise with her mouth, heading south, following the path of her hands, down my sternum to my breasts. Each one is kissed and nipped gently and my nipples tenderly sucked. Holy crap.
My hips start swaying and moving of their own accord, grinding to the rhythm of her mouth on me, and I'm desperately trying to remember to keep my hands above my head.
"Keep still," she warns, her breath warm against my skin. Reaching my navel, she dips her tongue inside, and then gently grazes my belly with her teeth. My body bows off the bed. "Hmm. Just as I guessed, sweetness." Her nose glides along the line between my belly and my pubic hair, biting me gently, teasing me with her tongue. Sitting up suddenly, she kneels at my feet, grasping both my ankles and spreading my legs wide.
Holy shit. Her lips caress my shin, my knees, and my thighs. I know where she is headed. It's too erotic. I'm going to explode. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to absorb and manage all the sensations she's creating. "Oh, please," I moan as she bites my little toe, the action resonating deep in my belly.
"All good things in time, Miss Hollis," she breathes as she continues up the inside of my thigh, pushing my thighs apart as she does. And because I know what she's going to do, part of me wants to push her off because I'm mortified and embarrassed. She's going to kiss me there! I know it. And part of me is glorying in the anticipation. She turns to my other knee and kisses her way up my thigh, kissing, licking, sucking, and then she's between my legs, running her nose up and down my sex, very softly, very gently. I writhe... oh my.
She stops, waiting for me to calm. I do and raise my head to gaze at her, my mouth open as my pounding heart struggles to come out.
"Do you know how intoxicating you smell, cupcake?" she murmurs, and keeping her eyes on mine, she pushes her nose into my pubic hair and inhales.
I flush scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can't watch her do that!
She blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh fuck...
"I like this." She gently tugs at my pubic hair. "Perhaps we'll keep this."
"Oh... please," I beg.
"Hmm, I like it when you beg." I hear the wicked grin in her voice, and while my body is singing from her words, her tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as her hands hold down my thighs.
"Aargh!" I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of her tongue. She swirls her tongue round and round, again and again, keeping up the torture. I'm losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and she slips her finger inside me, and I hear her growling groan.
"Oh, baby. I love that you're so wet for me."
She moves her finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, her tongue mirroring her actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much... My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it.
"Come for me, baby." Her voice is harsh as I feel her tongue snake in and penetrate me and I explode around her as her velvet tongue pounds rapidly into me.
Holy fuck. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void.
"How are you now?" she breathes.
"Fine. Good," I breathe. She's gotten me off twice now, and I have yet to return the favor. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I think there is. Scoot back." she orders. I comply and the scarf gets tied somewhere above my head where I can't see. I'm restrained to the bed, I don't think we're doing 'vanilla' anymore.
She climbs onto the bed and straddles me, loosening her robe as I see her neatly trimmed pubic mound come closer as she slips her ankles in between my arms and my head, her eyes glinting darkly as she looked directly at me. "I think you know what is expected of you. Make me proud."
I open my mouth and extend my tongue, tasting her moist sex. She closes her eyes again, and her breath hitches in her throat. When she opens them again, her gaze is scorching. "That's right, cupcake." Her fingers rake through my hair as she rotates her pelvis, grinding her clit into my face.
"I'm going to use you to get off." I nodded, panting. God, please use me! I want to please you, I want to do this... she holds onto my head as I eagerly lap at her labia and find her clitoris again, putting some firm pressure on it just like how I have enjoyed touching myself to get off late at night when I had the dorm room to myself.
My tongue found the tiny bit of flesh and I flicked and sucked on it, using my whole mouth and allowing my teeth to barely graze her most sensitive spot. She didn't really taste of anything I could describe except warm and sharp. It wasn't bad at all.
She flexes her hips slightly as a low groan escapes from deep within her throat. Fucking my mouth... hmm. I lean forward, knowing she has her eyes closed, and place my lips around her and repetitiously suck, running my tongue over her tip.
"Whoa... Laura." Her eyes fly open, and I suck harder. Hmm... she's soft and firm all at once, and surprisingly tasty as her hands seem to shake as her thighs quiver against my face.
"Christ," she groans, and she closes her eyes again. I can do this. I can please her with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around her clit again, and she flexes her hips. Her eyes are open now, blistering with heat. Her teeth are clenched as she flexes again, and I suck harder with my mouth, reveling in the shakiness of her thighs. I feel her legs tense beneath my arms.
"Oh... sweetness... that feels good," she murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue back and forth harder as her breath hisses between her teeth, groaning on the precipice.
My tongue swirls around again and again, sucking harder and harder, letting her fuck my mouth with her clitoris. I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching her writhe subtly with carnal longing.
"Laura, I'm going to come." her breathy tone is warning. She flexes her hips again, her eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need - need for me. Need for my mouth. Holy crap. Her hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips her over the edge.
She cries out and stills, and I can feel her warm, sharp tasting wetness drip down my chin and on my neck. I take one look at her, and I see she's come apart because of me, and I feel gratified. I did this. I made her happy. I couldn't help the triumphant, gloating smile on my face. Her breathing is ragged. Opening her eyes, she pants as she looked right at me. "Never done that before? Christ, Laura... that was... good, really good, unexpected," she gulps, panting again, "though." She smiles. "You know, you never cease to amaze me."
"Yet another first, Miss Hollis."
"Thank you, Ms. Karnstein."
She kisses me deeply, and I realize that she doesn't care that I taste of her. Actually, I think she's turned on by it. She pulls away, her hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. She looks lost.
"Say yes," she whispers fervently.
I frown, not understanding.
"To what?"
"Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Laura." she whispers, emphasizing the last word and my name, pleading. She kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before she releases my wrists from the bed and climbs out from between my arms. I'm stunned at her frank admission. She really wants this.
She curls up against me, humming softly as I pull my tied hands over her neck and hold her the best I can. I know in that moment that I would do anything for Carmilla. I am hers. The wonder that she's introduced me to, it's beyond anything I could have imagined. And she wants to take it further, so much further, to a place I can't even imagine.
She snuggles her head on me and stares at me, dark eyes intense.
"See how good we are together," she murmurs. "If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, I can take you places you don't even know exist."
Her words echo my thoughts. She strokes her nose against mine. I am still reeling from my extraordinary physical reaction to her, and I gaze up at her blankly, grasping for a coherent thought.
Suddenly we both become aware of voices in the hall outside her bedroom door. We're no longer alone, it seems.
A/N: Please don't reply with a guest account, I love to reply to EVERY review if possible. Seriously. Also I will link and credit any fan art that this fic causes because OMG I wanna see some fluff as well as NSFW stuff. (Seriously, a lioness licking Carmilla's face would be the cutest thing ever.)