A/N: Since Fool's Gold isn't updating today after all, I'm posting a bit early so all of the Creampuffs can get their fanfic fix. (If you're not reading Fool's Gold, go read that, I HIGHLY recommend it for anyone who like HSAU (High School Alt Universe).
A/N #2: The further I get into the story, the more I realize that I want to change. Issue with 50SoG: He knew her address which is kinda creepy. This chapter is pretty much all original.
A/N #3: This is my one year anniversary of being legally married to my wife and partner of almost 10 years. Thanks for everything, Bleu Jay.
I wake up, drowsy and exceedingly thirsty. Carmilla is nowhere to be seen. She must have made her way back to her bedroom. I try to sit up, only to realize that my wrists are still handcuffed together. Oh, crap. There has to be a key, right? I look around the room and don't see keys at all. Just more paddles, floggers, vibrators, canes... but no keys.
I realize with the small amount of chain between the cuffs, I have some motion and can do things, since the handcuffs are in front of me. I look around in the darkness and can't find my clothes, however. Whatever, I'll just make a quick run to the kitchen.
I roll onto my back and sit up before I stand, making my way to the door and I peek my head out to realize that it's like 3 pm, but nobody is out and about. I grimace and make my way over there, feeling something bounce on my chest and realize that Carmilla never took the bit gag off of me, just loosened it off of my mouth to hang like a heavy necklace. My eyes catch a glimpse of the silver bracelet she gave me and my heart swelled with pride.
This is a gift that isn't too extravagant; and I find it downright cute. I looked at the two charms and wondered why a cat and a bat. Maybe she also volunteers at a bat sanctuary? I shrug the idea away as I make it to the kitchen cabinets and my jaw drops in surprise. There are no handles to pull on.
Does Carmilla have some sort of crazy electronic lock on her cabinets? Maybe she's more of a control freak than I thought. I banged my head against one of the cabinets in frustration, only to hear a clicking sound. Hollis, you made her pancakes before. Just push on the cabinets to open. After a few minutes of searching, I finally find cabinet door open that holds the cups so I can get some water from the fridge.
Of course it's on the shelf above the plates.
I have to get on my tippy-toes and reach with my hands to get a glass from there, and hold it carefully as I put it down on the counter and close the cabinet. With my hands cuffed together, my thumbs are essentially useless as I have to use both hands to hold anything. I shrug the thought away as I pick up the glass again and put it into the ice dispenser and try really hard to push the 'crushed' setting with my nose before I push against the lever with the glass to get the ice. A bit of grinding and a few seconds later...
Success!
I can't believe how happy I am to get a good inch and a half of crushed ice into my glass before I move over to the other spot in the refrigerator and get cool water to pour into the glass. When it's finally full, I am gulping down the cool, refreshing water... I never realized how much of a workout sex could be...
A polite clearing of a throat startled me and I almost dropped my glass. "Laura? Do you need anything?"
Oh shit!
I turn to look and see who is there, then try to position my arms to cover myself as best as possible. Damn these handcuffs! I wind up with my arms covering my breasts and the glass of water and my hands doing their best to hide the rest of me.
"Um, hi Perry..."
A shocked Perry has both hands covering her eyes and face at the embarrassing situation.
"I, um, heard someone in the kitchen and I... uh, just wanted to make sure if needed anything to eat."
"Oh, no, I'm just thirsty." And naked. I wondered idly if she also had to sign an NDA.
"Oh okay, I guess I'll let you and Ms. Karnstein get back to um... whatever it is you two are doing."
I know I'm beet red now.
"Um, you clean this place, right? All of the rooms?" I ask nervously. "So you'd have some sort of... master set of keys?"
She looks at me, grimacing. "I do, but..." She points at my wrists. "There's a little button on those cuffs for a quick release."
Oh.
I wanted to ask her how she knows that. Carmilla plays with Perry too?!
"I noticed those when I cleaned the room and might might have shown them off to LaFontaine. Don't let Ms. Karnstein know, please. I just thought it looked a bit... interesting."
I moved behind the counter and put the glass down, taking the time to examine the cuffs. Sure enough, they were the trick handcuffs used by magicians and I was able to take them off myself. "Thanks, and your secret is safe with me." I take another sip of the water, using my left arm to cover my breasts.
"...and the bite gag unbuckles from the right behind your head." Perry mutters, walking away sheepishly. I take the glass of water back to my bedroom and pass back out.
Soft lips brush across my temple, leaving sweet tender kisses in their wake, and part of me wants to turn and respond, but mostly I want to stay asleep. I moan and burrow into my pillow.
"Laura, wake up." Carmilla's voice is soft, cajoling.
"No," I moan. I open my eyes reluctantly. It's dusk outside. Carmilla is leaning over, gazing at me intently.
"Come on sleepy-head, you've napped long enough. Will wants to meet you. Get up." She stoops down and kisses me again.
"I've brought you a drink. I'll be downstairs. Don't go back to sleep, or you'll be in trouble," she threatens, but her tone is mild. She kisses me briefly and exits, leaving me blinking sleep from my eyes in the cool, stark room.
I'm awake but suddenly nervous. Holy cow, I am meeting her brother! She worked me over with a riding crop and had me in handcuffs, for heaven's sake - and now I'm going to actually meet Will. He seemed nice enough on the phone, though a bit nozy.
I climb slowly out of bed and note that a dress is laid out for me and my bra is on the chair. Okay, having my own bedroom here might be helpful, particularly if there's a change of clean clothes I can wear.
I make my way into the adjoining bathroom without a stitch on, glad that my bedroom had one. While drying myself after my enjoyable but far too brief shower, I throw on the robe and make my way to what Carmilla said was 'my' room. I ransack the dresser and find an assortment of bras with their tags still on, new socks, satin sleep clothes... but no panties.
I can see the empty space in the drawer where they would be, and I realize she's done this on purpose. She thinks I'll be embarrassed and have to ask for panties, possibly this is her way of getting back for borrowing a pair of hers. Hell... two can play at this game. I will not give her the satisfaction! I put on my bra, the light-colored sundress, and applied a small amount of foundation and lip gloss, smirking the entire time that Carmilla wasn't going to win this. I almost dance in glee because I know this will drive her crazy.
I glance into the closet and find it mostly full with an assortment of shoes. Holy hell, I realized, this was the standard thing she did for the previous submissives. I flip through the dresses in the closet and realize that most of them will fit me, along with the shoe collection lining the floor. Submissives one through fifteen must have stood where I did at one point, got to choose from all of these clothes left here, and I'm the latest one that fits Carmilla's mold. I picked out the shoes that went best with the dress and sighed as I wondered what number seventeen would look like; what she would think when she saw a closet full of dresses and shoes for her to wear. Would Carmilla buy her a car as well?
And to think, Betty could have been here instead if she did the interview instead of being hungover. I didn't like the idea of Carmilla and Betty together; I wasn't sure if it was jealousy or because I think Betty would enjoy Carmilla's gift-lavishing.
I frown slightly as I make my way past the Red Room, grabbing the drink she's left for me. I taste it and realize it's carbonated cranberry juice. It's crisp yet delicious.
As I leave the hallway with the bedrooms and come into the massive living area, I see Carmilla is having her blood drawn by LaFontaine as they are having a hushed conversation about something. They aren't a doctor though, what is LaF up to? Carmilla gives a shy smile as the vacuum tube is taken out of her arm and she flexes her elbow.
"Random drug testing for my company. Nobody is exempt." Carmilla says in explanation.
"Hey LaFontaine. I heard you worked here, now. How did you get hired on here?"
LaFontaine glanced to Carmilla who gave a shrug that could have meant anything.
"She saw my paper on hemophagy and wanted to talk to me about..." They trailed off, and I realized that Carmilla probably had an NDA in effect here, too.
"I had a need for a biologist in my company. That was the other reason why I was on campus the day we had coffee."
"You were the girl she was talking about who almost got hit by the dimwit on a crosswalk?"
"Um, yeah. Anyways, do you like it here?" I asked politely.
LaFontaine gives me a gleeful smile. "Hell yes! I get to run the drug testing, help design and test the water purification system for eco-friendly farming in third world counties, and she gave me my own discretionary research budget. I pretty much get to science all day long."
Perry walked it and tapped LaFontaine on the shoulder. "Ms. Karnstein has a dinner appointment and Kirsch is downstairs already with the Jeep, let's not make them late. And you better not forget to eat the food I made you."
I exchanged a knowing glance with Carmilla. Those two were already like a married couple. I looked her up and down; she was in her corporate clothes now, stone-gray chino slacks, black slingback heels, and a white linen blouse. Big band music is playing softly over the speakers. Her hair was swept up in a no-nonsense bun, her bangs effortlessly sweeping the side of her face like a gentle caress.
"Hi," I say softly, and her sphinx-like smile warms me.
"Hi," she says. "How are you feeling?" Her eyes are alight with amusement.
"Good, thanks. You?"
"I feel mighty fine, Miss Hollis."
She is so waiting for me to say something. I recognize the man crooning on the speakers.
"I never thought you'd be a Sinatra fan."
She raises her eyebrows at me, her look speculative.
"Frank and I go way back, Miss Hollis," she murmurs, and she paces toward me like a panther until she's standing in front of me, her gaze so intense it takes my breath away.
Frank starts crooning... an old song, one of my dad's favorites. Fly me to the moon. Carmilla leisurely traces her fingertips down my cheek, and I feel it all the way down there.
"Dance with me," she murmurs, her voice husky.
Taking the remote out of her pocket, she turns up the volume and holds her hand out to me, her gray gaze full of promise and longing and humor. She is totally beguiling, and I'm bewitched. I place my hand in her. She grins lazily down at me and pulls me into her embrace, her arm curling around my waist, and she starts to sway.
I put my free hand on her shoulder and grin up at her, caught in her infectious, playful mood. And we start to move as her eyes trail over the bracelet she gave me. We cover the floor, from the window to the kitchen and back again, whirling and turning in time to the music. And she makes it so effortless for me to follow.
We glide around the dining table, over to the piano, and backwards and forwards in front of the glass wall, the city twinkling outside, a dark and magical mural to our dance, and I can't help give a carefree laugh. She grins at me as the song comes to a close.
"In other words, please be true..." she murmurs, then kisses me sweetly. "Well, that's bought some color to your cheeks, cupcake. Thank you for the dance. Shall we go and meet Will?"
"You're welcome, and yes. I can't wait to meet him." I answer breathlessly.
"Do you have everything you need?"
"Oh, yes," I respond sweetly.
"Are you sure?" She knows I don't have anything on under this dress.
I nod as nonchalantly as I can manage under her intense, amused scrutiny. Her face splits into a huge grin, and she shakes her head.
"Okay. If that's the way you want to play it, buttercup."
She grabs my hand, collects her jacket which is hanging on one of the bar stools, and leads me through the foyer to the elevator.
I steal a glance at her in the elevator. She's enjoying a private joke, a trace of a smile flirting with her beautiful mouth. I fear that it may be at my expense. What was I thinking? I'm going to see her brother, and I'm not wearing any underwear! In the relative safety of her apartment, it seemed like a fun, teasing idea. Now, I'm almost outside with no panties! She glances back at me, and it's there, the charge building between us. The amused look disappears from her face and her expression clouds, her eyes darken... oh my.
The elevator doors open on the ground floor. Carmilla shakes her head slightly as if to clear her thoughts and motions for me to exit first in a polite manner.
Who's she kidding?! She's not polite at all, she took my panties last night!
Kirsch pulls up in the Jeep. Carmilla opens the rear door for me, and I climb inside as elegantly as I can, my mind completely focused on the fact that I and going commando. I can feel an occasional draft, too. I'm grateful this dress is so snug and goes to the top of my knees.
We're pretty quiet in the backseat, mostly due to Kirsch driving up front. Carmilla seems to be distant in thought, and from the look on her face, it isn't anything too happy. What ever happened to her parents? I didn't want to pry, but I could tell she was brooding about something. What is she thinking? What can I say in front of Kirsch?
"So, uh, where did you learn to dance?" I ask tentatively. She turns to gaze at me, her dark eyes unreadable.
"Do you really want to know?" she replies softly.
My heart sinks, as I can guess who taught her.
"Yes," I murmur, reluctantly.
"Well, 'Mrs. Robinson' was fond of dancing."
She taught/trained her well, and the thought depresses me - there's so much about her past that I don't know about. She doesn't seem to want to open up about much, either.
"She must have been a good teacher." I say politely.
"She was," she says, and I can't place the tone she had. Did she miss her?
My scalp prickles. Did she have the best of her? Before she became so closed-off, or did she bring her out of some shell? She has such a fun, playful side. I smile involuntarily as I recall being in her arms as she spun me around her living room; when she threatened to fuck me on the hood of my car, and when she pocketed my panties last night.
And then there's her Red Room of Pain. I rub my wrists reflexively - I didn't realize the handcuffs weren't real before. She taught her all that too - or ruined her, depending on one's point of view - or perhaps she would have still been kinky despite Mrs. R.
I realize, in that moment, that I hate her. I hope that I never meet this woman because I don't even know how I would respond to her. She was a predator, and exploited a vulnerable, young Carmilla. Gazing unseeing out of the window, I nurse my irrational anger and jealousy.
My mind drifts back to last night. Given what I understand of her preferences, I think Carmilla's been easy on me. Would I do it again? Of course I would, as long as she didn't hurt me and if it's the only way I can be with her.
That's the bottom line. I want to be with her.
"Don't," she murmurs.
I frown and turn to look at her.
"Don't what?" I haven't touched her.
"Don't over-think things, sweetness." Reaching out, she grasps my hand, draws it up to her lips, and kisses my knuckles gently. "I had a wonderful evening. Thank you."
And she's back with me again. I blink up at her and smile shyly. She's so confusing. I ask a question that's been bugging me.
"Why didn't you sleep in bed with me?"
She frowns at me.
"I don't sleep very well, and I didn't want to wake you." She smiles at me mildly. She has frequent nightmares.
"You spent the night well enough at my place."
"I passed out after some amazing sex and an intense orgasm, cupcake. Totally different."
I flush and glance nervously at Kirsch, who remains impassive, eyes on road. What am I supposed to say to that? Carmilla shrugs innocently.
"You're the only one out of the sixteen who I've shared a bed with like that." She squeezes my hand and lets go, staring out of the window again.
My heart jumps at that tidbit of knowledge, but trips at what she didn't include there. Mrs. Robinson. She also hasn't mentioned that damned contract. My inner musings do nothing to cheer me up.
I glance briefly at Carmilla, and she's staring at me.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she asks.
I sigh and frown.
"That bad, huh?" She adds, stroking my thigh.
"I wish I knew what you were thinking." I said, putting my hand in hers.
She smirks at me.
"Same here." she says softly as Kirsch pulls into a parking lot.
"Are you ready for this?" Carmilla asks as Kirsch kills the engine.
I nod, and she gives my hand another reassuring squeeze. "First time I meet someone's family."
"First for me too," she whispers, then smiles wickedly. "Bet you wish you were wearing your underwear right now," she teases.
I flush. I'd forgotten my missing panties. Fortunately, Kirsch has climbed out of the car and is opening my door so he can't hear our exchange. I scowl at Carmilla who grins broadly as I turn and climb out of the car.
William Karnstein is tall-and-dark kind of man, handsome in every way that I find Carmilla beautiful. His hair is short enough so I can't tell if it's wavy or not, and he's got that same winning smile as the woman beside me.
"Laura, this is my brother William."
"Pleasure to meet you." I smile and shake his outstretched hand. He seems polished and affable enough as Kirsch shakes his hand, probably glad to be around some more testosterone, but he seems to have a bit of distance with me.
"The pleasure is all mine, Laura."
His eyes are brown yet cold as he regards his sister. Something seems unspoken between them. Must be sibling telepathy or something.
"Shall we go in?" He offers and the four of us enter the Italian restaurant.
"She's never introduced me to a girlfriend before," says Will, "I was beginning to think she was embarrassed of me." I can tell that he's joking and smile at him.
I glimpse Carmilla rolling her eyes. "I don't know, do you still prattle on about mindless things that drive people to ennui?" Her snide remark had no weight to it and I realized that this was how they acted around each other.
The hostess directs us to a table and as she walks away, Kirsch and Will both turn their heads to check her out. Carmilla and I share a knowing glance and blush. Kirsch has enough shame to look embarrassed.
"Drinks?" Will seems to recover lightly. "Chardonnay?"
"Please," Carmilla and I speak in unison. Kirsch declines and takes a soda instead.
"You're even saying the same things. You got it bad for her, kitty." Will says to Carmilla.
I flush scarlet at that. The waiter comes around and we all place our orders. Will gets the veal piccata while Kirsch asks for plain old spaghetti and meatballs. I get the chicken primavera while Carmilla orders farfalle with salmon and capers.
"So what's the occasion? You could have just called for an investment." Carmilla asked politely.
Will looked at us nervously. "Um, have you heard from our sister?"
Carmilla paled slightly, sitting more erect than before. "No. You know I don't have my siblings on speed dial." Will nodded in understanding at that.
"She claims to have found mom." Her mother?
"What happened to your mother?" I asked. Carmilla and Will exchanged a glance, her brother shaking his head as if he didn't want to deliver the bad news. It had to be bad news.
"Um, she's in, you know, rehab." Carmilla shrugged, looking a bit ashamed. "Checks herself into clinics under aliases and... well, eventually the bill finds me."
"And you just pay for her to keep going? If she keeps going, then she's not really learning from it." I mentioned, feeling like I was missing a vital piece of the puzzle.
"Kids these days don't understand obligation." Carmilla said plainly.
I glanced at Will, and he had a similar look on his face. "Yeah. Every twenty-well, every so often, she just appears in our life."
"What about your dad?" I asked. Will chuckled darkly at that.
Carmilla spoke up with a sneer. "He's the reason mom's so screwed up now. Good riddance." She looked away, as if ashamed at all of this.
"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching over to her.
The waiter returned with some help and we all had our food served to us. I didn't realize how famished I was as I tore into my lunch, savoring the slight burn from the cayenne pepper.
Will was cutting into his veal as he looked to Carmilla. "Thought this was important enough news to deliver in person."
Carmilla nodded into her capers as she sighed and visibly changed her attitude on a dime. "So, cupcake, what are you planning on doing this summer?"
"Oh, interview for some internships with the local papers."
"Newspapers?" Ms. Karnstein asks.
"Yes, well, one is. The other is the the local news channel."
Will nodded a smile at me.
"I wish you the best of luck." He said, sipping his wine.
"What about our arrangement?" Carmilla asked me quietly.
"Well we don't actually have an arrangement yet."
She narrows her eyes, and then seems to remember herself.
"I don't want my personal life to wind up getting aired out for all to see."
"You really think I'd sell you out for a measly job?" I asked, slightly hurt by the implication.
"This conversation is not over," she whispers as we continue with our dinner.
"So Carm, where did you meet Laura?" Will asks.
"She interviewed me for Silas' student paper. I still can't believe I agreed to do that."
I peek up at Carmilla and she turns to look at me, her head cocked to one side curiously.
"What?" she asks.
"Please don't be mad at me," I whisper.
She takes a slow blink as she breathes in. "I'm not mad at you."
I stare at her. She sighs.
"I am... perturbed... by you." She presses her lips closed in consternation.
"What are you two whispering about?" Will interjects.
I flush, and Carmilla glares at him in a butt-out-of-this kind of way - even Will wilts under her stare.
"Sorry, sis."
Kirsch tries to change the subject. "Hey Laura, how has Danny been? I haven't heard from Psycho Society since Graduation. Betty told me you two hung out at your place Friday."
Fuck. Me. I wave my fingertips across my neck in a 'cut-it-out' fashion as I realized she set Brody up to try and make Carmilla jealous. She's not even here and she is still trying to get Carmilla over a supposed fear of commitment.
Carmilla spoke up, a slight growl in her voice. "How was Danny?"
"She was fine," I murmured. "No need to get jealous."
"Oh, this isn't jealousy, Lois Lane," Carmilla said snidely, "this is about you hiding the fact a girl who tried to take advantage of you was apparently in your dorm room all night."
I shrugged, feeling a bit like they were all judging my bad decision making. "She and I are just friends, I talked to her and she respects that now."
Kirsch frowned at that. "Sorry, Laura, if some bro did that to my little sister and she came back saying she straightened things out, I'd have a hard time believing her, too."
I rolled my eyes at him. "But it's Danny."
Even Will shook his head. "Don't make it a double standard just because she's a girl."
Okay, now I'm outnumbered three to one. I squirm.
"She's also been a long time friend of mine. So I think she's deserving of some slack."
Carmilla took a long look at me and nodded, relenting. "All right as long as she respects your boundaries."
I decided to change the subject "So Will, were you adopted too?"
He looked to Carmilla before answering. "Yeah. Me, Carm, and Ell were all adopted."
"Ell? That's an odd name."
"It's a nickname." Carmilla said abruptly.
"Oh, what-" I saw the drop it look from her, and I did. LaFontaine wished I didn't know their birth name is Susan. Is she genderqueer too? "Sorry. So how did you three get along?"
"We are like siblings, I guess. We got along, we fought, you know."
"I'm an only child, actually." I replied.
"Must have been nice to not have to fight for attention." Carmilla replied, her voice distant, "Or be saddled with helping feed your siblings because you're the oldest."
"That was a lifetime ago, Mircal- Carm." Carmilla flashed Will an annoyed look. "You know you could message Ell." He said consolingly.
"No, it's been too long."
Apparently they don't get along.
Suddenly Carmilla's phone starts ringing.
"Excuse me," Carmilla apologizes and exits.
Will takes the moment to look me over. "My sister hasn't ever let me meet anyone she's been involved with before. It's been forever since she's been happy. Thank you."
"I had no idea I was making her happy."
"Maybe it's because I've known her for so long, but yeah, you are. She usually keeps herself cold and distant to everyone. The last time I saw her this engaged was with Ell."
What happened between them?
Carmilla returns.
"Sorry about that. Work is never done." She says to the table.
"Everything okay?"
"Human nature." Carmilla sighs. "War lord refuses to see reason. Nothing new."
Will rambles on about his latest building project, a new eco-friendly community to the north of Seattle. I'm not paying attention, trying to piece together the small bits of information that I have of her. She is reclusive, mysterious, and trying to cure world hunger. Because she used to go hungry when she was young. It must have been before she got adopted, though apparently their Mother is now bouncing around to various rehab centers. So she got adopted, had a good childhood for awhile, then things went to shit after her father passed away? My mind told me that there was more to this than meets the eye.
I sigh at that and peek up at Fifty Flavors of Fucked Up. She's so beautiful, I could stare at her forever. But I don't think she sees what I see in her. And I realize that it bothers me. She looks back at me and her pupils dilate ever so slightly, and I see silver flecks in her dark pupils.
The waitress returns with our check as Kirsch and Will discuss the merits of solar panels being made readily available for consumers. Carmilla, feigning interest in the conversation, puts her hand once more on my knee, fingers traveling up my thigh. I stifle a gasp as I press my thighs together in a bid to halt her progress. She's smirking. Carmilla hands her card to the waitress and gives her a dazzling smile, making her stumble over her words and blush as she turns away.
"Carmilla, did you know she was bi?" I asked as her eyes lingered on her as she walked away.
"Not at all, but if she's going to get gawked at by Team Testosterone over here, I might as well do my part to represent the Sapphic Squad."
"Oh, are we really going to do this, Carm?" Will asked, his voice full of playful history.
"No, you can just admit I'm better than you." Carmilla replied with a smirk. Will shook his head, refusing to play the game before him.
Kirsch watched the exchange with amazement. "With all do respect Ms. Karnstein, you're kinda like a bro at times."
"It's just confidence, with a pinch of predatory appeal." She looks at me as the waitress returns, blushing. "Would you like to see the roof of my building?"
I know I'm meant to say yes, but before I can answer, the waitress is returning her card with the two copies of the receipt. Though she tries to hide it, I see a phone number is written on it with impeccable handwriting.
"Thank you." Carmilla says, adding the tip and sending her off, showing off the receipt before folding it away in a pocket. "Let's get back home. Will, can you find your way..?"
He nods his head as I wonder what she's going to do with the number. She must be able to read my mind as we get into the back of the Jeep. "I'm not going to call her, cupcake. It's just nice to know I could. Besides, she's not my type."
The door closes as Kirsch walks around the Jeep. "You mean, she's not a submissive? Neither am I."
We're buckled in as Brody gets in and starts the car. My left hand is in Carmilla's as her lips softly brush against my knuckles, her seduction eyes at full strength. "I beg to differ; when I first met you, you seemed like the ideal submissive." I look at my wrist and see the bracelet she got me, the subtle token that says I am hers.
"I was nervous and shy. And I wanted to impress you."
"Need I say more?"
"By that metric, so was the waitress."
Carmilla smiled at that. "But she was blond. I don't like blonds." That's when it hit me. All of the Stepford Wives at her company were blond.
We get back to her place and take the elevator to the top floor.
"Where are we going?" I breathe.
"Rooftop" she snaps.
"Why?" I ask as we take the stairs to the roof.
"I need to be alone with you." This is the tallest building in the area, so I know that nobody will be able to see us from the street or other windows, but it also means that all of the wind will be up there as well.
"What for?"
"Because I'm going to spank and then fuck you."
"Why?" I whimper softly.
"You know why," she purrs.
"I thought you were an in-the-moment kind of woman?" I plead breathlessly.
"Cupcake, I'm in the moment, trust me."
Holy fuck.
I don't have time to examine my surroundings - my eyes can't leave her. I am mesmerized... watching her like one would watch a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for the strike. Her breathing is harsh as her dark eyes blaze with need and pure unadulterated lust.
Holy shit. I could spontaneously combust from her look alone.
"Please don't hit me," I whisper, pleading.
Her brow furrows, eyes widening. She blinks twice. She's left speechless.
"I don't want you to spank me, not here, not now. Please don't."
Her mouth drops open slightly in surprise. Gathering my resolve, I tentatively reach up and run my fingers along her chin and graze her lip. She closes her eyes and turns her face into the touch, parting her lips slightly at the touch of my fingers. Her breath hitches in her throat. I reach up with my other hand and stroke her hair. Her soft moan is barely audible, and when she opens her eyes, her look is - wary, like she doesn't understand what I'm doing. She doesn't understand gentle.
I step forward so that I'm against her, tipping my mouth up against hers, and I kiss gently, parting my lips and my tongue asking for entrance into her mouth. She groans as her arms embrace me, closing the distance.
She pulls back suddenly, our collective breathing ragged and mingling. My hands drop to her arms and our fingers find each other and interlock.
"What are you doing?" she whispers confused.
"Kissing you."
"But you're worried I was going to hit you." I can tell by her body language that she's... skittish, like a cat ready to run. I take a step back only to realize I'm standing between her and the door to the roof access.
"Well-" I really didn't have an answer for that.
"If that's what you really think of me, then maybe-"
"I was just worried was all. You had this look on your face."
"I wanted to kiss you was all. I'm not all about inflicting pain. And then you also said no to me at the dinner table, with your legs."
Oh... that's what this is all about.
"We were at dinner, with your brother." I stare up at her, completely bewildered.
"I know, but nobody has ever refused me before. Not like that."
"Another first for Ms. Karnstein. Dating a girl who actually has a spine and makes you get consent first." I said it playfully, and she smiled.
"So we're dating?" She asks nervously.
"Um... yeah. Despite the grandiose gifts, showing up unexpectedly, and trying to make me sign a contract... yes, we're dating."
Her eyes widen slightly, filled with wonder and lust. It's a heady mix. I swallow instinctively. Her hand moves down to my behind, pulling me sharply against her, and I'm melting in her embrace.
Oh my...
"You're mad and turned on because I said no?" I breathe, astonished.
"I'm mad because you never mentioned where you were going to work to me. I'm mad because you went drinking with that girl who tried to take advantage of you when you were drunk and who left you with an almost complete stranger. I mean, I'm glad Kirsch was there and he's got a heart of gold, but really what kind of friend does that? And I'm mad and aroused because you closed your legs on me." Her eyes glitter dangerously, and she's slowly inching up the hem of my dress.
"I might be mad, but I'm not angry-mad. I mad with passion, and I want you now. And if you're not going to let me spank you - which I believe you deserve - I'm going to fuck you right here, this minute, quickly, for my pleasure, not yours." The air seemed thin around me as I gulped my heart back down my throat.
"Okay." I gasp, backing up against the door and leaning against it as my dress is now barely covering my naked behind. She moves suddenly so that her hand is cupping my sex, one of her fingers sinks slowly into me. Her other hand covers my mouth and my eyes widen in surprise.
"This is mine," she whispers aggressively. "All mine. Do you understand?" She eases her finger in and out with deliberate slowness as she gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, eyes burning.
"Yes, yours," I say into her hand, muffled as my desire, hot and heavy, surges through my bloodstream, affecting... everything. My nerve endings, my breathing, my heart is pounding, trying to leave my chest, the blood thrumming in my ears. My eyes begin to tear up as I feel my own wetness begin to run down my thigh.
Abruptly, she moves, doing several things at once. Withdrawing her fingers, leaving me wanting, she moves the hand off of my mouth and puts her wet fingers with my juices into my mouth. She raises an eyebrow in challenge.
"Moisturize me." Holy fuck did she just make a Whovian reference?!
I obey instantly, using my tongue and lips to work up saliva around her knuckles while savoring my own taste.
"Hands behind your head, fingers interlaced" she commands through gritted teeth as she forcing my legs further apart, her expression dark, eyes glinting silver and I can't help but fall into them.
I place my hands on my head, and I know it's so I won't touch her, but I'm so turned on.
I feel my hips moving already up for her, wanting her inside me, like this - rough and hard.
"We don't have long. This will be quick, and it's for me, not you. Do you understand?" she says through clenched teeth.
I nod, glad to be of use to her.
With one swift push, she's got three fingers fully inside me. I groan loudly, gutturally, and revel in the fullness of her possession of me. She puts her hand on my neck, squeezing just enough to be firm but not to actually choke me. My eyes flare open at this raw need between us. She rocks her fingers in and out, quick and rough, and my eyes meet hers aggressively as words pour out of me.
"Choke me, Mistress."
Her hand closes on my windpipe, and I gasp as it becomes harder to breathe as she works me like a fine instrument. I'm trapped and reveling in it. She's everywhere, overwhelming me, suffocating me. But it's heavenly as I realize this is also my power, as I consent and trust her, that I can snap my fingers or call 'red' and she'll stop instantly. As I realize that this is what I do to her, I'm filled with a hedonistic, triumphant feeling. She moves quickly and furiously inside me as my body responds and clamps around her as she grins a wicked smile at me.
"Come for me now, Laura."
I explode as her hand comes off from my neck and I gasp, hips rocking in the empty space where her hand once was, shivering as the orgasm rocks me violently and I swear my eyes roll up to the back of my head as I start to sag into her embrace.