A/N: Issue with 50SoG: immediate and extreme emotional mood swings, giving extravagant gifts, and being worried about your partner's anger are signs of an abusive relationship. I did my best to tone that down here.

Graduation Day, Part Two

Within twenty minutes I heard a soft knock. "Hi." I feel unbearably shy when I open the door. Carmilla is standing there in her leather pants and and a distressed Sisters of Mercy shirt.

"Hi," she says, and her face lights up with her radiant smile. I take a moment to admire the pretty. Oh my, she's hot in leather.

"Come in." I see her eyes rake me up and down, lips slightly parted in desire as she's seemingly overwhelmed. I'm just being comfortable changing into a white shift dress.

"My," she says amused. She holds up a bottle of champagne as she walks in. "Don't you look like a virgin sacrifice."

"Fairly certain that sacrifice was already given freely," I comment dryly, "does that make your bed an altar?"

She grins.

"I like it when you're witty, Laura." She looks around for glasses and I smile sheepishly.

"I only have teacups. Betty packed all her glasses."

"Teacups? Still better than swigging from the bottle like pirates."

I head into the kitchen. Nervous butterflies flood my stomach; it's like having a predatory panther or mountain lion in my living room. At least she's just undressing me with her eyes and doesn't see me as meat.

"Do you want saucers as well?" I ask automatically, wishing I had a second TARDIS mug because maybe that would have been a bit better.

"Teacups will be fine, Laura," Carmilla calls distractedly from the living room. When I return, she's perusing my small library that takes up a shelf in the closet space.

"So you do enjoy having books, just not any from me, it seems." Were we about to fight?

"I couldn't accept it; it cost too much." I swallow convulsively.

"I bought it for you," she says quietly her gaze impassive. "You see, this is what I was talking about; you defying me. I wanted you to have it, and that's the end of the discussion. It's very simple. You wouldn't have to think about this. As my submissive, you would just be grateful for them. You just accept what I buy you because it pleases me to do so."

"Well I wasn't a submissive when you bought them for me," I whisper.

"No... but you've agreed now, Laura." Her eyes turn wary. "I want to give you things from time to time."

I sigh. I am not going to win this. "So you want me to accept the book?"

She eyes me suspiciously, but concedes.

"I did, but I've already traded it to an avid book collector." Oh, it's gone.

She puts the champagne bottle on the table and stands in front of me. Putting her hand under my chin, she tilts my head up. She gazes down at me, her expression grave.

"I will buy you things, Laura. Please accept that; besides, I can afford it." She leans down and plants a swift, chaste kiss on my lips. "Please." She releases me.

"It makes me feel cheap," I murmur.

Carmilla runs her hand through her hair, exasperated.

"It shouldn't. You're over-thinking it, Laura. Don't place some vague moral judgment on yourself based on what others might think. I'm certain you want to get me a gift for my birthday or a holiday. It's only because you have reservations about our arrangement, you saw that as me trying to buy you. I'm not buying you, I'm... wooing you."

I frown, trying to process her words. Wooing doesn't necessarily mean 'trying to date', either.

"Hey, stop that," she commands softly, cupping my chin again and pulling at it gently so I release my lower lip from my teeth. "There is nothing about you that is cheap, Laura. I won't have you thinking that. I just bought you an old book because I thought you'd like it, that's all." Her eyes warm and soften, and I smile tentatively back up at her. "That's better," she murmurs. She picks up the champagne, takes off the foil top and cage, twists the bottle rather than the cork, and opens it with a small pop and a practiced flourish that doesn't spill a drop. I gawk, impressed at her as she half fills the cups.

"It's pink," I murmur, surprised.

"It's a Rose." she says with relish.

"In teacups."

She grins.

"In teacups. Thank you for accepting, Laura." We clink cups, and she takes a drink.

"Thank you," I murmur and take a sip. Of course it's delicious. "Shall we go through the soft limits?"

She smiles, and I blush.

"Always so eager." Carmilla takes my hand and leads me to the couch where she sits and tugs me down beside her.

"Your father's a fascinating man."

Oh... not soft limits then. I just want to get this out of the way; the anxiety is gnawing at me.

"You managed to have him eating out of your hand." I pout.

Carmilla laughs softly.

"Only because I know about the movies from sixty years ago."

"How do you know he liked that?"

"I told you, I can read people really well."

I take another sip. Wow she was good, then. Hmm... this champagne really is very good. "Did you try the wine at the reception?"

Carmilla makes a face.

"Yes. It was horrid. Either the University was going cheap or ensuring that nobody got drunk on that swill." She took another sip of the blush champagne.

"I thought of you when I tasted it. How did you get to be so knowledgeable about wine?"

"I wouldn't call myself knowledgeable, Laura, I just know what I like." Her dark eyes shine, almost silver, and it makes me flush. She seems to shrug some errant though away before asking, "Some more?"

"Please."

Carmilla rises gracefully and collects the bottle. She fills my cup. Is she getting me tipsy? I eye her suspiciously.

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes, my last day at the bookstore."

"I'd help you move, but I promised to meet my brother Will at the airport."

Oh... this is news.

"He will be visiting for a few days, I think he wants to do some expansion of his construction business."

"So what will you be doing after the bookstore job?"

When are we going to talk about the limits? What's her angle?

"I have a couple of interviews for internships for journalism."

"Is that what you want to do, something like that?"

I nod warily.

"Well?" She looks at me patiently wanting more information.

"Well what?"

"Don't be obtuse, Laura, where are you trying to work?" she scolds.

"Just small places I know of," I murmur.

She narrows her eyes at me. "Why don't you want me to know?"

"I don't want you exerting your undue influence."

She frowns.

I smiled at her frown. "Oh, don't give me that look, I know you're not obtuse."

She laughs.

"Obtuse? Me? God, you're challenging. Okay, let's talk about these limits." She pulls out her phone and has the document out, her stylus ready to made modifications.

I down the rest of my teacup like a shot. She glances quickly at me.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Oh no... not this old argument.

"Yes. I had a three course meal with my dad." I roll my eyes at her. The champagne is making me bold.

She leans forward and holds my chin, staring intently into my eyes. There was something in there, like a carefully checked energy willing to spill out. I've never seen her eyes this silver before, have I?

"Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will take you across my knee."

What?!

"Oh," I breathe, and I realize the excitement in her eyes.

She makes a hum of agreement. "So it begins, Laura."

My heart slams against my chest, and I can't help but realize how much I want her to take me. Why is that hot?

"Got your attention now, haven't I?"

I nod.

"Answer me out loud, Miss Hollis."

"Yes... you've got my attention." I met her eyes and added, "Ms. Karnstein."

"Good," she smiles a knowing smile. "So sexual acts. We've done most of this."

I blush furiously as I move closer to her on the couch and look at the list.

Soft Limits

Masturbation

Fellatio

Cunnilingus

Vaginal intercourse

Vaginal fisting

Anal intercourse

Anal fisting

"Exactly how can we do some of these? We're both women." I ask.

"Oh trust me, it's entirely possible."

"But fisting seems... scary."

"No fisting? We practically did that already when... well, I'll leave that as a soft limit. Anything else you object to?" she asks softly.

I swallow.

"Anal intercourse doesn't exactly float my boat."

"I'll agree to setting anal fisting as a Hard Limit, but I'd really like to fuck your ass, Laura. To lay claim over every inch of your body possible... but of course we'll wait for that. It's not exactly something we can dive into," she smirks at me. "Your ass will need training."

"Training?" I whisper.

"Oh yes. It'll need careful preparation. Anal intercourse can be very pleasurable, trust me. But if we try it and you don't like it, we don't have to do it again." She grins down at me. I blink up at her. She thinks I'll enjoy it? How does she know it's pleasurable?

"Have you done that?" I whisper.

She shrugs nonchalantly. "Yes."

Holy crap. I gasp.

"With a man?"

"Ew, no. I've never had sex with a man. Not my scene."

"Mrs. Robinson?"

"Yes."

I frown. She moves on down the list.

"Okay... drinking semen and urine? Why is that even on this list?" She draws a line through it and it disappears. I breathed a sigh of relief at that.

"Sex toys?" she asks.

I shrug, glancing down the list.

Sex Toys

Vibrators

Dildos

Butt Plugs

Other

"Butt plug? Does it do what I think it does?" I scrunch my nose up in distaste.

"Yes," she smiles. "And it would be the training you need for the anal intercourse listed above."

"Oh... what's 'other'?"

"Beads, eggs... that sort of stuff."

"Eggs?" I'm alarmed.

"Not real eggs," she laughs loudly, shaking her head.

I purse my lips at her.

"I'm glad you find me funny." I can't keep my injured feelings out of my voice.

She stops laughing.

"I apologize. Miss Hollis, I'm sorry," she says, trying to look contrite, but her eyes are still dancing with humor. "Didn't mean to ruffle any feathers. Any problem with toys?"

"No," I snap.

"Laura," she cautions, "watch your tone. I am sorry, believe me. I've never had this conversation in so much detail. You're just inexperienced, okay?" Her eyes are sincere.

"Right - bondage," she says, returning to the list.

Bondage

Hands in front

Hands behind back

Ankles

Knees

Elbows

Wrists to ankles

Spreader bars

Tied to furniture

Blindfolding

Gagging

Bondage with Rope

Bondage with Tape

Bondage with leather cuffs

Suspension

Bondage with handcuffs/metal restraints

"We've talked about suspension. And it's fine if you want to set that up as a hard limit. It takes a great deal of time, and I rarely am in the mood for that. Anything else?"

I frown. "Don't laugh at me, but what's a spreader bar?"

"I've apologized twice, cupcake." She glares at me. "Don't make me do it again," she warns. And I think I visibly shrink... oh, she's so bossy. "A spreader is a bar with cuffs for ankles and/or wrists. They're fun."

"Okay... Well gagging me. I'd be worried I wouldn't be able to breathe."

"I'd be worried if you couldn't breathe. I don't want to suffocate you. The ball gags only go in the mouth and don't block your nasal passages. I wouldn't use them if you were having a cold or something."

"And how will I use the safe words if I'm gagged?"

She pauses. "Good question. Though I hope you never have to use them, we'll use hand signals," she says simply. "Finger snap, or have you let go of a red flag."

I blink up at her. "I'm nervous about the gagging."

"Okay. I'll take note on that."

I stare up at her, realization dawning.

"Do you like tying your submissives up so they can't touch you?"

She gazes at me, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

"That's... yeah, one of the reasons," she says quietly.

"Is that why you tied my hands?"

"Yes." She looks back at the list.

"You don't like talking about that," I murmur.

"No, I don't. Tell me what your general attitude is to receiving pain."

Holy crap... this is the tricky part. Carmilla looks expectantly at me.

"You're biting your lip," she says darkly, one eyebrow arched suggestively. She's doing this on purpose.

I stop immediately, but I don't know what to say. I flush and stare down at my hands.

Carmilla tries to get me to open up. "Were you physically punished as a child?"

"No." My father never had to resort to that.

"So you have no sphere of reference at all?"

"No."

"It's not as bad as you think. Your imagination is making this seem worse than it is," she whispers.

I look at her. "Do you have to do it?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Her lip curls, but it's not a smile.

"Goes with the territory, Laura. It's what I do."

She shows me the list.

Spanking

Paddling

Whipping

Caning

Biting

Nipple clamps

Genital clamps

Ice

Hot wax

Electrical

Other types/methods of pain

"Well, you said no to genital clamps. That's fine. It's caning that hurts the most."

I blanch.

"Don't worry, we can work up to that."

"Or not do it at all," I whisper.

She sighs patiently.

"This is part of the deal, sweetness, but we'll start slow. I won't push you too far."

"This punishment thing, it worries me the most." My voice is very small.

"Okay, I'm glad you've told me. We'll keep caning off the list for now. As you get more comfortable with this stuff, we'll increase intensity. We'll take it slow."

I swallow, and she leans forward and kisses me on my lips.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?"

I shrug uncertainly.

"Look, I want to talk about one more thing, then I'm taking you to bed."

"Bed?" I blink rapidly, and my blood pounds round my body, warming places I didn't know existed until very recently.

"After talking through all this, I want to fuck you into next week, buttercup."

My eyes are large and hopeful at that.

"Besides, there's something I want to try."

"Something painful?"

"Ugh - You're not Schopenhauer, please stop seeing pain everywhere. It's mainly pleasure." She takes my hands in hers, and I realize how cold she feels. "Have I hurt you yet?"

I flush.

"No."

"Look, earlier today you were talking about wanting more," she halts, uncertain all of a sudden.

Where's this going?

"Outside of the when you're my submissive, perhaps we could try." I heard uncertainty and fear in her voice. "I don't know if it will work. I've never even tried separating everything. It may not work, but I'm willing to try. Maybe one night a week. I don't know." She was almost rambling there.

My mouth is open in shock. She's willing to try the normal girlfriend thing?

"I have one condition." She looks warily at my stunned expression.

"What?" I breathe. "Anything."

"You must graciously accept my present to you."

"Oh." Dread spawns in my belly. But she traded away the book.

She's staring down at me, gauging my reaction.

"Come on," she murmurs and rises, dragging me up. Grabbing her jacket, she drapes it over my shoulders and heads for the door.

Parked outside is a red smart car. It's so tiny and... cute.

"It's for you." she murmurs, pulling me into her arms and kissing my hair.

She's bought me a damned car, brand new by the looks of it. I stare at it blankly, trying desperately to determine how I feel about this. I am appalled, grateful, shocked... but the overriding emotion is anger. Yes, I'm angry, especially after everything I told her about the books... but then she'd already bought this. Taking my hand, she leads me down the path toward this new acquisition.

"Laura, you need your own vehicle. And just like you, this gets underestimated because nobody takes the time to see what she's really capable of." she trails off. Her eyes are on me, but at the moment I cannot bring myself to look at her. I stand silently staring at its awesome bright red newness. She clicks a button on the key fob, and the top begins to roll back.

It's a tiny red convertible... roller skate.

"I mentioned it to your father. He was all for it," she murmurs.

Turning, I glare at her, my mouth open in horror.

"You mentioned this to him? How could you?!" I can barely spit the words out. How dare she? I feel sick, mortified for my dad.

"It's a gift, Laura. Can't you just say thank you?"

"But you know it's too much."

"Too much? I traded the book for his, and I'm fairly certain that he came out on top. It's two years old, has leather heated seats, power steering, radio and 6 CD player, bluetooth whatnot, and was barely used at the rental place because everyone overlooked 'the tiny one'."

I frown at her, at a loss what to say. She just doesn't get it! She can't just throw money at everything! Not all of us were born with a silver spoon in their mouth!

Okay, not born that way - not as a small child when she was hungry - and my view shifts. Her intentions are good, perhaps misguided, but not from a bad place. She is looking at me in the same way she's looking at the car, and I realize that she sees potential in me.

"I'm happy for you to borrow this from me."

I sigh heavily, and relent. "Okay. On loan." It would help me go to my interviews and whatever internship I get.

"Indefinitely."

I give her a withering look. "No, not indefinitely, but for now. Thank you."

She frowns. I reach up with my hand and kiss her briefly on her cheek. She stills, seemingly shocked at this. She really doesn't like it when I touch her.

"Thank you for the car, Ms. Karnstein." I say as sweetly as I can manage.

She grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against her, one hand at my back holding me to her and the other fisting in my hair with a sharp tug. The tug seems to pull at lower parts of me as I gasp in desire.

"You are one challenging woman, Laura Hollis." She kisses me passionately, forcing my lips apart with her tongue, and I'm returning her kiss with my own passion. I want her badly - in spite of the car, the book, the soft limits... heck, even the caning... I want her.

"Cupcake, It's taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car right now, just to show you that you are mine, and if I want to buy you a bloody car, I'll buy you a bloody car," she growls, teeth grazing the upper part of neck, just behind my ear. "Now let's get you inside and naked." She plants a swift rough kiss on me.

I can't tell if she's turned on or angry as she grabs my hand and leads me back into the dormitory and straight to my bed... Glad Betty is off with Jamie tonight. She switches on the sidelight and halts, staring at me.

"Please don't be angry with me," I whisper.

Her gaze is impassive; her dark eyes cold shards of obsidian with flecks of silver as she took me in.

"You scare me when you're angry," I breathe, staring at her. She remains silent and brooding.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head, shuddering all over. When she opens them, her expression has softened fractionally and the silver is gone. She takes a deep breath and swallows.

"Turn round," she whispers. "I want to get you out of that dress."

Obediently, I turn and my heart is thumping, desire instantly replacing my unease. She scoops my hair off my back so it hangs down my right side, ending at my breast. She places her index finger at the nape of my neck and achingly slowly unzips it down my spine. Her well-manicured fingernail gently grazes down my back.

"I like to see your flawless skin." she murmurs, pulling me closer so that I step back against her. I feel her flush against my body. Leaning down, she inhales my hair.

"You smell so good, creampuff. So sweet." Her nose skims past my ear down my neck, and she trails soft, feather light kisses along my shoulder.

My breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation. Her fingers undo the clasp of my bra with more grace than I have ever had on a good day. Achingly slow, she slides the strap and dress over one shoulder as her lips begin licking and kissing and sucking their way across to my other shoulder. She is so tantalizingly good at this. My body resonates, and I start to squirm languidly beneath her touch.

"Still," she whispers, her teeth poised to bite the meaty part of my shoulder. She slides the other shoulder off and the dress drops and pools at my feet along with my bra.

Her hands reach round and cup my breasts, and my nipples pucker at her slight pinch.

"Mmm... " she murmurs into that space behind my ear, as she starts to extend my nipples with her long fingers, mirroring my hands in her hair.

I groan as the sensation registers sharp and clear in my groin. My eyes are half-lidded and I barely register where we are.

"Shall I make you come this way?" she whispers. "You like this, don't you, Miss Hollis?"

"Mmm... " I feel her move around me, standing to face me now.

"Tell me." She continues the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.

"Yes."

"Yes, what."

"Yes... Miss...tress..." I moan out, giving myself over to the sensation.

"Good girl." She pinches me hard, and my body writhes convulsively against her frontal assault.

I gasp at the exquisite, acute, pleasure/pain. I feel her against me. I moan and my hands shake with need to hold something.

"I don't think you're ready to come yet," she whispers, stilling her hands, and she gently bites my earlobe and tugs at it. "Perhaps I won't let you come after all." She returns the attention of her fingers to my nipples, pulling, twisting, kneading.

"Let me pleasure you, please." I beg, and I open my eyes to see her looking at me, a serious look on her face.

"Okay. Undress me," she commands quietly, staring down at me, eyes hooded.

I'm taken aback. I've never undressed her before. I haven't even really touched her before.

"You can do it," she cajoles softly, stepping out of her boots.

Oh my. I blink rapidly. Where to start? I reach for her t-shirt, and she grabs my hands and shakes her head, smiling slyly at me.

"Oh no." She shakes her head, grinning. "Not the t-shirt, my pants." Her eyes are alive with excitement.

"I want you inside me. Take my jeans off. You're in charge."

Holy fuck... me in charge. My mouth drops open as I unbutton her leather pants and lower them over her hips and help her out of them as, with a dose of Gryffindor courage, I push her onto the bed. She laughs as she falls, and I gaze down at her feeling victorious. She's staring up at me, her eyes luminous with amusement and desire.

"You'll have to learn to keep still," I scold, and I tug at the hair under her waistband.

Her breath hitches, and she grins at me.

"Yes, Miss Hollis," she murmurs, eyes burning bright. I look down at her panties and hook my fingers around them, biting my lip as I expose her sex and see her for the first time.

"I can't keep still if you're going to bite that lip," she warns, then arches her pelvis up off the bed so I'm able to pull her panties all the way off.

"Sorry." I apologize, my fingers trailing up her thighs as I kiss her deeply. Holy Moses, she's all mine to play with! I think I can understand why she enjoys being in charge now.

"Now what are you going to do?" she breathes, all trace of humor gone. I reach and slide a finger inside her, watching her expression as I do. Her mouth shapes like a letter O as she takes a sharp breath. Her skin is so smooth and wet... hmm, what a delicious combination. I lean forward, my hair falling around me, and her tongue is in my mouth as we kiss. I curl my finger once, firmly. She moans sharply, her hips jerking beneath me.

"Jeez, Laura, steady," she groans.

I feel so powerful, it's such a heady feeling, teasing and testing her with my fingers inside her. She tenses underneath me as I run my mouth up and down her jaw, trailing kisses over this woman I'm hopelessly falling for.

"Oh, yes. My girl is all ready," I breath huskily. Her breathing has quickened. I lick my finger, savoring her. "And amazing."

I resume fucking her with two fingers now as I sit up and use my other hand to slide up her belly, just under her shirt.

She reacts like she had ice water poured on her as she begins to scramble away from me. There was genuine fear there, and I couldn't help but realize that the fear was towards me.

"Stop, Laura, stop. I don't want you to touch me there."

I sit up, blinking at her, and I'm panting like her, but confused. I thought I was in charge?

"You're innocence and enthusiasm are very disarming," she gasps. "but, um, no-go zone. Okay?"

Oh. And very slowly, concentrating hard, I re-position us to continue.

"God's blood, I want to come," she groans, biting her lip. She's really turned on and wants me. I have to admit that woman, looking at me this way is very, very arousing.

"Carmilla. I want to be buried inside you," I murmur as I stare down at her, and she saw the sheer need on my face.

"So eager, Miss Hollis," she murmurs, her voice laced with humor. "Think you can do it?"

I groan as I realize I'm stretching her a bit, filling her, four fingers in to the knuckle as her mouth hangs open in surprise at the sweet, agonizing, over-full feeling.

"That's right, baby," I purr as she briefly closes her eyes. Once she's no longer fighting it, I rock my hand back and forth, my thumb finding her clitoris and circling it just how I like as I slowly start to pound into her.

Her eyes open wide, looking straight into mine as I lose track of time and just keep up with my rhythm inside her. She flexes and swivels her hips to meet the motion, and she begins to groan... oh my...

Her eyes are burning with wild anticipation. Her breathing is ragged, matching mine, and we pick up the rhythm... and it feels so... good. Between my panting breaths, the brimming fullness... the sensation of her pulsing against me that's building quickly, and I watch her, our eyes locked... and I see wonder there, wonder at me.

I am fucking her. I am in charge. She's mine, and I'm hers. The thought pushes me to continue as she climaxes beneath me... shouting incoherently.

"Laura," She whispers almost silently as she is utterly spent. I pull out of her, kissing her deeply once more as she starts to fall asleep. I pull the sheets over us and decide to get myself off as well while she's blissfully unconscious beside me.