Scene IV
On A Submarine Mission For You, Baby!
It was the second day of the trial and it was becoming clear that Rahl Entertainment was at serious risk of losing the jury. This was a typical, boring lawsuit between the company and one of its newly successful musical artists who clearly had not read their contract before signing their deal with the devil, Darken Rahl. However, the defendant's team had presented some fairly damning evidence on this second day, and Cara could see the beads of sweat on Rahl's forehead which betrayed his cool exterior from her seat in the audience. If the defendant were to win, it would be a big hit to the company as a whole.
Cara was brought to the stand as a witness and was mercilessly needled by the defendant's lawyer, who had done just as much research as Kahlan's team had. She saw Kahlan rifling through papers each time the lawyer questioned Cara, her blue eyes flitting between words in a frantic effort to get the upper hand when it was her time. It made Cara's lips twitch in a slight pang of nervousness.
"Miss Mason, please answer the question."
"Can you repeat the question?" she asked, and the lawyer sighed.
"What was the purpose of Mr. Rahl and Mr. White's meeting on September 3rd, 1991?"
"As stated before, it was a meeting to sign Mr. White's contract to the record label."
"Is it true that you served wine to Mr. White during this meeting, Miss Mason?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"Is it also true that you had to call a cab for Mr. White that same afternoon?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"So Mr. White was intoxicated—"
"Objection your honor," Kahlan interjected, to the relief of Cara on the stand.
"Objection sustained."
"Mr. White appeared intoxicated enough for you to have to call him a cab, correct?"
"That is not correct."
"For what purpose was the cab called, Miss Mason?"
"To take Mr. White to his apartment."
"Because he was intoxicated."
"Objection your honor, leading question."
"Objection sustained."
"Alright," the lawyer said, clearly annoyed with the alacrity with which Kahlan had responded. "Do you often get cabs for clients, Miss Mason?"
"Yes."
"Cabs to the office?"
"Yes."
"Cabs from the office?"
"Yes."
"Why do you get cabs for your clients, Miss Mason?"
"To take them home." The lawyer was visibly upset with this, his tiny little face screwing up in frustration, while Cara remained placid.
"But on this particular afternoon, you had served wine to Mr. White."
"Yes."
"And you had called him a cab after serving him wine, correct?"
"Objection your honor, she's already answered. Leading."
"Objection sustained."
"No further questions your honor," the lawyer sighed, collecting his rustling papers and sitting back down in a huff. Kahlan knew exactly what the defendant's team was trying to get out of Cara—that Mr. White had been too drunk to sign the papers in his right mind. Thanks to Cara's general conciseness and her quick objections, they had not gotten much out of her witness testimony. With this in mind, Kahlan smoothly approached the stand and adjusted the mic a bit higher to compensate for her height. Then, as if the sun was rising, her eyes met with Cara's. Cara could breathe, for the cavalry had arrived.
"Miss Mason, is it part of your job to care for the clients of Rahl Entertainment, specifically those who Mr. Rahl himself sees?"
"Yes."
"This wine that you served at lunch on September 3rd, 1991, who requested it?"
"Mr. White requested the wine."
"So Mr. Rahl did not request the wine?"
"No, Mr. Rahl did not request the wine."
"And how much did Mr. White have to drink?"
"A glass."
"So Mr. White, of his own request, had one glass of wine?"
"Correct."
"And did he sign the contract before or after the wine was drunk?"
"After. I poured the glasses and Mr. Rahl handed me the signed contract to make copies of."
"Thank you Miss Mason. That's all. As you can see your honor, the client was not intoxicated during the signing of the contract, so he was of sound mind and body when he came into the contract between himself and Rahl Entertainment. He was of clear mind when he made the deal, and therefore he must abide by the contract."
The judge thought for a moment before he definitively nodded his head. "Judge ruling, the team of Mr. White has no legal standing in this case. No charges will be pressed against Mr. Rahl or Rahl Entertainment," he declared with a crack of the gavel on the desk. Cara felt a rush of relief fall over her at being allowed off the witness stand. The few people who had shown up to witness the court hearing clapped quietly, and although she should have been looking at her boss and figuring out how to arrange the car ride back to the office, all she could see was Kahlan, standing proudly in the two-piece, tweed dress suit that hugged her in every place imaginable.
Cara could not get to Kahlan fast enough. Rahl was there before her, holding Kahlan's elbow and smiling at her. He gave her arm a squeeze and Cara had to hold back the coursing river of fire which told her to take Rahl out by the knees. But she stayed herself, took a deep breath, and approached the two with a smooth countenance.
"Miss Amnell, you did a wonderful job," Cara hummed, noticing the brightness in Kahlan's eyes when she came within inches of her shoulder. Her breast intentionally brushed against Kahlan's arm. Her hand settled on the small of Kahlan's back. "I was worried there for a moment."
"I wouldn't worry, I do a thorough job every time," Kahlan mused, giving Cara a sideways glance that reminded her of the evening before. She could still smell Cara's cologne that stuck to her blonde hair as Cara rocked against her, pressing her—
"Let's have lunch to celebrate, shall we?" Rahl announced, reaching out and patting Cara on the small of her back. Cara resisted the urge to move away and instead leaned into the touch slightly, much to Kahlan's surprise. The dynamic between Darken and Cara was winding and long and therefore difficult to decode, underlined with the gripes of homophobia and misogyny. "Cara, make a reservation at Hi Fi for three."
"Yes, sir," Cara nodded, walking off to find a telephone. Kahlan let herself be melted by the visual of Cara's round, tight ass as she left the room. She would have to unravel Cara in bed later tonight, when the true celebration could begin.
—
The Hi Fi was an upscale restaurant that had both a neon and youthful presence. Their table in the back of the large room was bathed in a purple glow from the sign behind them which resembled a large, unblinking eye. It glowered over Darken Rahl's head as he sat down slowly, as if he were a king at court. He pursed his lips and folded his white, cloth napkin onto his lap and his intentional, blue gaze fell on the bit of cleavage which peeked out from Kahlan's white, silk blouse.
"I cannot thank you enough, Kahlan. You've practically saved the company. Single-handedly, no less," Rahl smiled. The waitress came around and Rahl ordered an expensive bottle of red wine for the table. Kahlan's eyes flitted over to Cara's and held her emerald gaze for a moment, drinking in the sight of the mesmerizing woman while her boss was immersed in dialogue with the staff. Both were still riding the high of winning the trial, and so Cara felt physically pained when she was forced to drop her eyes from the enchantress seated across from her. The way in which Darken Rahl's line of sight took the place of hers did not escape Cara's jealous notice.
"Excuse me while I freshen up a moment," Kahlan smiled at him then stood up with a quick glance to Cara before exiting to the restroom. The slightest touch could risk shattering their fragile facade. Even a hand on the shoulder, fingertips brushing over the back of her chair, a glance too long, it would mean that perhaps, just maybe, Kahlan and Cara were more than two, professional women brought together by happenstance.
Kahlan made her way down a narrow hallway to the restrooms. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor and made her feel as though she were dreadfully alone. To make matters worse, when Kahlan turned around for one last taste of Cara before she was subjected to Rahl's gazes, Kahlan saw a heartbreaking image. One of Cara's legs being slowly felt up, Rahl's hand squeezing the thick middle of her thigh, desperately trying to reach further. Cara's hand was on his shoulder gently holding him afar and her eyes were fixed on him, but it was clear to Kahlan that every inch of the blonde's body was shrieking no. It made Kahlan's stomach turn and drove her nearer to the bathroom where she dove for the door and locked herself in a stall.
She was no stranger to this unwanted male attention, Kahlan had her fair share of men thrusting themselves at her in a sad attempt to win over what was impossible to. With Cara it was different, because Kahlan knew that there was a certain power that the blonde craved, one in which she was in complete control of the situation. This was a conclusion which Kahlan arrived at not through asking or exposition, but through the little things that Cara did or rather neglected to do. Cara always made the plans when they went on dates, Cara always paid, and Cara always topped with no intention of receiving anything from Kahlan. Although she too liked being in control, Kahlan was willing to give up that small bit of agency if it meant pleasing Cara. Kahlan found herself willing to do a lot of things to please Cara over this past month.
The bathroom door creaked open and Kahlan realized she had come in to relieve herself, not spiral herself into complete uncertainty. There was the familiar clicking of heels which stopped at her stall. Through the small sliver of vision between the bathroom doors she could see the familiar form of Cara. Smiling, Kahlan pushed open the black, stall door. Her eyes raked Cara up and down, and although all she wanted to do was drive her body into Cara's, she could see that something was wrong. There was a stiffness to Cara's jaw as if she were holding back floodgates.
"Cara?" Kahlan asked as though she were dipping a toe into a cold, ocean wave lapping ashore. The blonde simply stood there, but the longer they locked eyes, the more the distant drums of coming tears sounded in the deep.
"I can't… I can't do it," Cara said suddenly, sucking in a deep breath. "I don't know what to do."
"He's awful, Cara," Kahlan assured her, closing in on the blonde and wrapping her arms around her tight frame. Cara's temple pressed against her chest as Kahlan took her in, the soothing scent of her flowery perfume entrapping Cara to a place beyond this one. Where there was no Rahl, no touches, just bliss.
"I want to be in control," Cara told her, breaking away from Kahlan's embrace and gripping her upper arms. Kahlan's eyebrow arched in surprise, and she was unsure of what Cara meant. "Can we try something?"
"I'm not entirely sure how to answer that while in a ladies' bathroom at 3pm," Kahlan teased, watching as Cara's expression did not change. "What do you want to try?"
"Let me tie your hands," Cara said. "And then we can…"
"Tie my hands? With what?" Kahlan replied, but Cara was already unbuckling the thin fashion belt from Kahlan's waist. It slid out easily and Cara threaded the belt into itself, making two loops and holding them out to Kahlan. "You really know what you're doing."
"I do. Do you trust me, Kahlan?" Cara asked, and although Kahlan's heart was pumping it was not out of fear. Wordlessly, Kahlan reached a hand out toward the door. She locked it, letting the deadbolt slide and click before holding out her hands to Cara.
"I trust you, Cara," the dark-haired woman smiled gently. Kahlan's breath hitched as Cara slowly pushed her hands through the loops in the black belt. They slide through effortlessly, the leather feeling buttery as Cara pulled the remaining length of the belt so the loops tightened around Kahlan's slender wrists. Kahlan's clear, blue eyes locked with Cara's as if it would slow her. As if Cara would snap out of this, realize where they were, and pull her hands away. But Cara's eyes were full of conviction, and it sent a shock down Kahlan's spine.
Anyone could knock on the door and find them there with a simple master key slid into the lock, but Kahlan was surprised how little she cared about that. Cara's hand came around Kahlan's form to squeeze her ass as she backed her up to the sink. Kahlan had no choice but to sit up on the marble countertop, letting her back hit the oval mirror overtop the sinks.
"Is this good?" Cara asked, and Kahlan nodded with a smile. Her cuffed hands grasped for the buttons on Cara's blouse until the blonde took her wrist and pulled the desperate hands away.
"I'm in control, remember?" Cara told her smoothly, her voice low and serious. "You won't touch anything unless I invite you to. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Kahlan breathed, watching as Cara's lips came closer to hers, trapping her in a kiss. Kahlan kept her hands in her lap as Cara's tongue pushed inside her mouth, a small moan escaping Kahlan and immediately rushing through Cara. The blonde felt her own wetness threatening to soak through her expensive, lace panties, but she let the heat which spurred her forward simmer on low, dispelling through her body instead of consuming her mind. She wanted this to be about Kahlan and all the things she wanted to do to her endlessly mesmerizing body. Cara didn't want to think about her own body at all. Cara wanted to get the hell out of herself, and tying Kahlan up was proving to be perfect vice for such an awful state.
Cara's hands took no time to slide beneath Kahlan's silky bra and grope her ample breast, brushing her thumb over the nipple over and over until it was pert beneath her persistent touch. Kahlan bit her lip to hold back sounds, and she leaned back until her head hit the mirror behind her. She wanted so badly to reach out, grip Cara's hair, and pull her down to exactly where she wanted her. Yet Kahlan would be a fool to think that was not Cara's intention. Kahlan was so used to being in charge that she had to steel herself from pulling desperately on Cara's skirt. All she wanted was Cara's skin under her deft touch. But the longer Cara touched her without Kahlan returning the gesture, the more delicious the impatience became. She was in the palm of Cara's hand, subject to her whims. Cara was in control.
"I've been thinking about this all day," Cara murmured into Kahlan's neck, pressing wet kisses against the pale skin there as she took Kahlan's hands and lifted them over her head and onto her shoulders so they were encircling Cara. "Watching you run circles around the other attorneys was so sexy."
"I wish you could watch me at work more often, then," Kahlan smirked, her breath hitching when Cara began to hike her tight skirt up around her hips. "Perhaps I would get this treatment more often."
"That can certainly be arranged. And we don't even have to go through the trouble of the boring court-room appeal," Cara assured her in her silken voice. She dragged the back of her index finger ever-so-gently over Kahlan's sheer panties, the dark-haired woman stifling a low moan of pleasure. "Legs open," Cara warned as Kahlan began to tighten her thighs around Cara's hand. She wanted to grind down on Cara's touch but decided against it.
"Cara, please," Kahlan begged quietly, her lips parted deliciously after her query. "We only have a few minutes before he'll notice."
"It would be a shame if you weren't able to cum in that time, wouldn't it?" Cara murmured against her neck, her fingers expertly slipping past the silky barrier of Kahlan's panties and finding a soaking wet pussy there. "We wore two different shades of lipstick, and I'm sure that brown doesn't go well with dark red. We'll have to reapply, put your belt back on, fix your hair… and we've already been gone for a good while longer than we should be," Cara continued. It was so easy to slide two fingers into Kahlan's wanting pussy, gently stroking her inner walls and letting Kahlan's forehead rest against her firm shoulder.
"So you have, at most, a minute to cum. Or else we'll have to leave you all wet and swollen like this," Cara told her, stroking Kahlan's sensitive clit with her thumb. "Until we get back to one of our apartments. And that won't be for hours. You'll have to ride the subway like this, all hot and bothered, soaked panties," Cara said, Kahlan moaning more impatiently in her ear. "I don't even get out of the office when you do, and don't you think I'm going to let you touch yourself when you get home. You're going to be a good girl and keep your hands off yourself until I come over, won't you?"
Kahlan felt a flash of wet heat pulse through her as Cara's words hung in the air. Cara said nothing, waiting patiently for a response. Cara's fingers worked slower inside her, but that did not clear the hazy fog in Kahlan's mind. All she wanted was Cara's fingers pushing deep inside her, and her thumb mercilessly rubbing her hard, swollen clit until she burst. Kahlan's cuffed hands reached for Cara's skirt and pulled her closer. In the heat of the moment, Cara allowed it.
"Please, Cara," Kahlan breathed, her lips connecting with the blonde's. "Please let me cum."
"Your minute is over, unfortunately," Cara told her gently, pulling back and seeing the greediness in Kahlan's eyes. She watched the other woman for a moment, waiting to see if it was too much. She had given up the ghost too quickly, Kahlan couldn't know how much this had turned her on. It would lead her down a road that Cara was not sure led to a place Kahlan would enjoy. But it had been almost too easy to talk Kahlan into this, and in a public restroom no less.
"Fuck…" Kahlan whined, pursing her lips and pressing a kiss to Cara's full lips. "Do you feel better?"
Cara's sharp, green eyes flitted across Kahlan's impossibly beautiful features, then down to her heaving breast.
"Much better. We have to hurry, our minute is far overdue," Cara said, and Kahlan offered up her hands to be free of their ties. Kahlan wouldn't admit that she wanted to stay there, tied up with her own belt, until Cara had her way with her.