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Victoria is bored. She has no books to read (or reread), no articles to write, no jigsaws to complete (again), and no mistress to fuck her.
She pauses. Actually…
“Claudia?” She calls.
No answer, and Victoria rolls her eyes, if only to make herself feel better.
“ Claudia ?” She says again, more insistently.
“In my study, Vicky!”
Ah ! There’s an answer she so desperately craves.
She jumps down the stairs, two at a time, taking little care not to slip. She turns right, and sticks her head around the corner of the door.
Claudia is facing away from her, typing at her desk.
“Claudia?”
“Yes, puffin?” She doesn’t even turn to look at her.
Victoria pouts, for only her benefit and catharsis again. “I’m bored.”
“Then find something to do,” Claudia responds, clearly distracted. The conversation is deader than… Victoria can’t think of a metaphor. A dead thing? Death? Or a dead fish? Wait, fish aren’t fish. Ignore that.
Victoria sighs, and leans against the doorframe. She folds her arms, tilting her head to the side.
“Why can’t I do you?” The juvenile joke slips out quietly before she can stop it.
“Because I’m busy, puffin,” Claudia says sharply, and Victoria minutely jumps. She didn’t expect a response back.
“But-“
“No buts, puffin. I have work, and it needs to be finished. I’ll come find you once I’m done, yes?”
“No!” Victoria protests petulantly. Claudia laughs, pausing her typing for a moment before resuming.
“You’re so cute when you’re helpless, bunny.”
Helpless? She isn’t helpless! Indignation rises up in her, and a desire to challenge Claudia overtakes her boredom.
Victoria makes her way over to her, taking a small pleasure in how soft the carpet feels underfoot. She drapes herself across Claudia’s lean shoulders, and presses a few lazy kisses to Claudia’s neck, taking victorious enjoyment in the way she pushes against Victoria’s stomach to rid her of her touch.
Claudia says nothing to her, though. And so, like the perfect, obedient sub she is, she takes the opportunity to kiss harder, sucking at the skin on her neck. She wants to see hickeys blossom all over Claudia, as a mark of her victory .
“Do me a favour, puffin,” Claudia coos suddenly, her voice shifting to a more dangerous timbre. “And get on your knees.”
Victoria blinks. Something in Claudia’s tone is off, almost predatory, and a thrill of anticipation and excitement runs through Victoria’s body. She slowly stands up properly. And she finds it so easy to give in, and to fall to her knees on the carpet. Never mind her previous intentions, this is all that matters. Kneeling for her mistress. Whereas the carpet before was soft on her feet, it feels rough against her bare knees. If she knew this is what she was going to be doing, she probably would’ve put on a pair of tights underneath her short skirt.
Claudia’s smirk can only be described as triumphant, looming over her like a giant.
“Good,” she says, satisfied. “Now, stay .”
Victoria is ready to jump up indignantly, to protest again against her, but something in Claudia’s tone stops her. Almost like she’s talking to a pet. A shiver runs through her body, and settles deep within her core. She whines, and reaches out to Claudia’s thigh.
Her fingertips barely brush the cool leather of her trousers before her hand is being roughly slapped away. Victoria pouts, and cradles her hand. It doesn’t actually hurt, but she hopes to gain some extra sympathy points.
“Don’t poke , puffin. Mistress has work she needs to do, and she doesn’t want you being a nuisance anymore,” Claudia snaps, not even looking down at her.
“But-“
“ No . Be careful, puffin. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Claudia’s voice is stern, and heat is already building in between Victoria’s legs. She supposes it is a weakness, how easy it is for Claudia to pleasure her, and to break her.
Victoria whimpers, and she shuffles closer on her knees, the carpet rough against her skin. She rests her chin on the edge of the chair seat. “Claud-“
“You’re not being very good, are you, bunny?” Claudia says delicately, her voice silky. It unnerves Victoria even more. A delicious thrill runs through her.
Victoria has learnt over the years the more smoothly Claudia speaks to her, the silkier her voice, the more resolute she is on her obedience and discipline. Unfortunately for Claudia, Victoria isn’t particularly in the mood for obedience or discipline.
“What are you going to do about it, Mistress?” Victoria says defiantly.
Finally, her Mistress looks at her, affixing her with a steely gaze. “One more word, and you’re getting gagged,” she says harshly. Her fingers grab her hair roughly in a fist, yanking her head back and off the chair.
Victoria shivers under her gaze, but still grins up at her. She throws her head back, pulling against Claudia’s grip. “Are you sure , Mistress?” Victoria taunts.
“Don’t test me, puffin,” Claudia practically growls, and her grip tightens further. Victoria’s scalp throbs painfully. “I’m not in the mood for your silly little games.”
Victoria considers backing down for a moment, and just kneeling by Claudia’s side like the good sub she is. But the throb in between her legs burns with a fire too bright for her to ignore.
“But, Mistress. I can serve you so well ,” Victoria says, taking care to ensure her voice sounds slightly whimpery. She knows Claudia loves it when she is below her, nearly sobbing for her life.
Claudia groans, and stands up abruptly. Victoria jumps. Her Mistress towers over her, and Victoria’s mouth falls open, almost on instinct.
“Stay. I mean it,” Claudia says darkly, an animalistic tone haunting her voice. For a moment, Victoria stops breathing, and time stands still. Claudia’s office dissipates around them. It is just her and her Mistress, floating in an endless dark void. In her hand is a black leather riding crop. In the other is a matching black ball gag. Victoria openly moans, and blinks. Claudia is still standing over her, smirking cruelly. The room crashes into view around them, and her imaginations vanish.
“Is that really all it takes to get you moaning at my feet, puffin?” Claudia laughs, her mockery going straight between Victoria’s legs. It is a struggle to keep quiet.
“Yes, Mistress,” she breathes. Claudia is so powerful, so unbelievably dominating , if she were to write it out in full. It rushes into her like a flood, and numbs her senses. All she is aware of is her Mistress, and the insistent, needy thrumming between her legs.
Claudia throws her one final disparaging look, one Victoria relishes in, before leaving. She does not close the door behind her.
Immediately, Victoria lunges for the office chair. She leans both her elbows on the seat, then hauls herself up. Her knees are shaking so much, she hardly dares to stand.
To sit in her Mistress’ chair is one thing. To spread her legs and press her feet against the edge of the wooden desk is an entirely different activity. Victoria wastes no time in pressing her fingers against her clit, delighting in how drenched her panties feel. She uses her words accurately, but with not much joy, as the sentence itself disgusts her immensely. However, she loses all sense of tailored taste for turns of phrase as a spark of pleasure jolts through her core. She lets herself gasp, and her fingers are quick and unsteady against her as they dip in between her legs. Victoria does not know how long Claudia will be. But she knows, deep down, she craves for her to see her like this.
Her little slut .
The thought itself makes Victoria moan again, tilting her head back in an exaggerated form of pleasure and self relief. Her fingers speed up, chasing that glorious release of tension, pleasure, and self awareness. She hardly thinks of how she must look right now. Presumably, rather disheveled.
She knows damn well Claudia loves it when she looks wild. When her hair is tousled and her lipstick is smudged. Another moan escapes from her, and she bites her lip to silence herself.
Pleasure builds inside her, burning with a flame so passionate, it scorches anything else she could possibly feel. The slight ache in her legs disappears, and her fingers move faster and faster. The cotton of her panties is completely soaked through.
She is soaring through the air, heat fizzing under her skin like fireworks. She can hardly contain her breathless gasps. Her fingers are hard and insistent against her clit, and all Victoria can do is take her own force. Victoria does not relish her own power. Instead, she adores her defiance of her mistress, and the punishment she hopes will follow. All she wants is the attention and affection of her mistress.
Pleasure threatens to overwhelm her. Victoria squeezes her eyes shut, and the air is knocked completely out of her lungs. Heat radiates through her body in powerful waves. Her legs tremble, and her heart pounds in anticipation. She is so close to release. Her fingers feel like a blur against her clit, and she cries out as the blessed moment is about to pour over her like golden rain.
A hand slams into Victoria’s throat, and another grabs her busy wrist, twists it, and pins it to the back of the chair. Victoria gasps, and cannot help but whine protestingly as the ultimate moment of heaven is cruelly ripped away from her by Claudia.
Claudia’s eyes are black, blacker than Victoria has ever seen them. She can feel the rage emanating from her, and she soaks it in. The pulsing between her legs only strengthens. She is so close .
For a moment, neither of them speak. Victoria is too breathless to do anything but pant and gasp for breath. Her hips jolt involuntarily against air. Claudia does not react, her black eyes trained on her face the entire time.
“Mistress-“
“Shut it,” Claudia says firmly, and Victoria swiftly closes her mouth.
“I’m always so lenient with you. And this is how you repay me? I thought you were better than this, puffin.” Claudia says scornfully, leaning over her. It makes her feel even more powerful, and Victoria even more helpless. The blonde moans under her breath, blue eyes blurry.
“You have failed me, bunny,” Claudia says coldly.
“Mistress, I’m sorry!” She cries out. She is sorry, in part. Her natural reaction is to be apologetic. And yet, this is exactly the reaction she wants. Claudia’s rage raining upon her is precisely what she craves.
Claudia laughs then, all seductive and self-satisfied. Victoria burns with the effort to keep herself contained.
“You’re not sorry, puffin. This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She knows, of course she knows. She knows every little thing about her. Every thought that enters her mind, Claudia can predict.
“Yes, Mistress,” Victoria breathes. All she can do is agree. All she must do for her Mistress is agree. Agree with the words that tumble out of her mouth as smooth as honey.
“Slut,” Claudia hisses. Her words strike deep, cutting her to the core. A powerful rush overwhelms her, and Victoria’s eyes are forced shut.
“Mistress,” she manages to get out. “Please-“
“Oh, do you really believe I’m going to do anything for you?” Claudia laughs, as if she is incredulous. Her hand leaves her neck, allowing Victoria to draw in a sharp breath, and Claudia’s cold palm cups Victoria’s cheek, patronisingly gentle. “You’re even stupider than you look, puffin.”
Victoria whimpers, and slowly opens her eyes. Claudia is smirking, obviously pleased with herself. She strokes Victoria’s hair, sending shivers rippling down her spine. “There we go, baby. Look at me.”
“Mistress, I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not, puffin,” Claudia says, and something in her voice twists Victoria’s stomach. She sounds so ashamed , so disappointed by her that it sends another ripple of pleasure through her.
“You wanted my attention, puffin. You don’t care about my work, or my time. All you want is to mess around, and get fucked by me. Isn’t that right, bunny?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Victoria breathes, voice hushed. “That is all I want.”
“Do you think good subs deserve to get what they want, puffin?” Claudia questions her.
“Yes, Mistress,” Victoria answers quietly, a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“Do you think bad subs deserve to be punished for not obeying their orders, puffin?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she says again.
“Do you think you’ve been a good sub or a bad sub?”
“A bad sub.” Her voice has fallen to a whisper, forcing the words out of her mouth with shame.
“So, should you get what you want, or should you be punished?”
“Punished, Mistress,” Victoria chokes out.
“Perfect, baby,” Claudia smiles, and kisses her cheek. The moment of softness serves as a reminder for Victoria of her love.
“Get on the floor, bunny.”
Victoria sinks to the floor again. She looks up at Claudia, breath hitching as she watches her walk around the chair, ball gag in hand. She didn’t even notice she had a ball gag until now. Must’ve put it on the desk.
“You know I don’t like punishing you like this. But you leave me no choice. This is what happens when you disobey your Mistress by being a bad girl.” Claudia pouts, almost for emphasis on her disappointment. She doesn’t need it, Victoria can feel her disappointment perfectly well indeed.
“Open your mouth,” Claudia says. Victoria obeys, and Claudia crouches down in front of her. She pushes her blonde hair out of her face, and guides the gag into her mouth. Initially, it is awkward and uncomfortable in her mouth, but it is more comfortable as she adjusts. Claudia tightens the strap at the back of her head, and pats her cheek. Victoria can already feel the fuzziness encroaching on the outermost corners of her mind. The desperation and desire of obedience begin to take over, and she shivers despite the warmth of the room.
She’d much rather be naked and on the floor, Victoria thinks. She’s certain Claudia would prefer that too.
“Head back,” Claudia suddenly snaps. She takes no time in letting Victoria do the action herself, instead forcing back her skull. Victoria then feels, rather than sees, cool, padded leather against her neck. Normally, she would reach up to touch the black leather of the collar, but she doesn’t want to take her chances with Claudia right now.
“There we go. You’re so much better after you’ve been gagged and collared, baby bunny,” Claudia says gleefully, eyes alight with pride and pleasure. She stands up, a towering figure in tight, leather trousers and a juxtaposing woollen jumper.
“I have a few rules for you, baby. You will obey them.” Claudia’s voice leaves no room for argument. Luckily for her, Victoria has no desire to fight her on this occasion. She simply wants to fall into a deliciously familiar headspace, where she doesn’t have to think about anything in the whole universe, except for her mistress and her pleasure. So, she nods.
“You will sit by my feet. You will not touch me. You will not touch yourself. You will be quiet. Do you understand, puffin?”
Victoria nods again, still keeping her eyes fixed on Claudia above her.
“What do you do, puffin, when you need to stop?”
This! Victoria can do this! She reaches up, and gives three resounding, solid knocks to the wooden underside of Claudia’s desk.
“Well done, baby,” Claudia says, disparagingly patronising.
“I must finish my work, it’s nothing your silly head would understand. Now, whether or not I release you once I’ve finished is something I have not decided just yet.”
Victoria bites back a protesting whine. This time, and she means it, she will be a good sub for her Mistress. She can sit back on her heels, waiting for when Claudia desires her service.
“I won’t call you Vicky for the rest of the evening. Do you know why?” The rhetorical question lingers like Claudia’s perfume in the air between them. “Because toys don’t need names,” Claudia says, grabbing her blonde hair by the roots, and twists Victoria’s hair cruelly.
Once again, Victoria forces back her gasp. The pain quickly transforms into pleasure. She is suddenly reminded of the throbbing in between her legs, and everything becomes slightly more unbearable.
Claudia silently raises an eyebrow at her, slowly releasing her hair from her iron grasp.
She does not look at Victoria again. Her attention is solely focused on the computer screen in front of her. Victoria can hear the clacking of her nails against the keyboard (and imagines those nails scratching and cutting patterns all across her back), but cannot quite see what is flashing across her screen.
Victoria looks up at Claudia, eyes slowly and closely following the shape of her nose, to her lips, then her chin. Then, she watches with a dedicated kind of attention at the slight rise and fall of her chest, under her jumper, with every breath she takes. She is mesmerised by her entire beauty, body and soul, and cannot quite comprehend it all.
Her eyes shift down to her thighs, swiftly dreaming of being in between them, pressing down on her ears, drowning out sound as she dives down again and again and again to the heaven between Claudia’s legs. That’s rather cheesy, in her blunt opinion.
She then glances at Claudia’s ass, and involuntarily attempts to swallow. Her throat is dry.
-
Victoria doesn’t know how long she has been kneeling for. Her knees numbed ages ago, and there is a persistent ache in her jaw. Just as she considers knocking on Claudia’s desk, her mistress above her abruptly stands up. And leaves.
And shuts the door behind her.
For a moment, Victoria is confused. Does she just… stay? They have an agreement, no shutting doors during a scene. Claudia agreed to that, she promised her! Hurt sets in, then mild panic. What does she do? She hates being confused in a scene. It makes her feel weak and powerless for all the wrong reasons.
The door bangs open, loud enough and hard enough to make Victoria wince. Claudia is there in the doorway, as sexy as ever, with one hand behind her back. She looks down on her with understanding. Immediately, Victoria feels soothed.
“I’m sorry I shut the door, baby.”
Victoria blinks. Oh. It was a mistake. She nods, making the straps of the gag press against the back of her head.
“Can I continue, baby?”
Victoria nods eagerly.
A smirk comes over Claudia’s face, and it is only then Victoria sees what is in her hand.
A pink vibrator.
Victoria nearly comes there and then, as overwhelming pleasure shudders through her body. Images race through her mind, and she cannot help the choked out moan against the gag.
“Quiet,” Claudia snaps, straight back into her role as her dom and mistress. “You’ve been so good until now.”
Victoria nods placidly. Claudia eyes her as she places the vibrator down on her desk. Victoria cannot help but follow it, her eyes obviously filled with want and longing.
When she looks back at her Mistress, both her jumper and shirt are gone. Victoria’s eyes promptly fall out of her head. She cannot help but stare, the contrast of the white lace of her bra against her tanned skin sharpening her senses.
Eventually, she tears her eyes away from Claudia’s chest to look up at her face. She is smirking, evidently satisfied.
“Oh, how I love tormenting you, puffin. You really should work on your poker face,” she laughs, and kicks her discarded clothes into the corner. Victoria doesn’t care where they go or what they do, they mean nothing to her now.
Claudia sits back down in her chair, as if nothing had happened.
And she goes back to typing.
And she goes back to ignoring Victoria.
Tangible time slips away from Victoria’s fingers, until she is lost in a hazy feeling of adoration and profound lust for Claudia. She is no less wet than she was when she first knelt down. It becomes harder and harder to ignore, and shifts on her knees to try to get any sort of friction.
“Stop,” comes Claudia’s sharp voice, reprimanding her. Immediately, Victoria stops. What else would she do? “I know what you’re doing, bunny. I told you to not touch yourself.”
She goes back to typing, and Victoria goes back to staring. Her eyes are glued to Claudia’s chest. She feels no guilt, it’s what Claudia probably wants. Eventually, her eyes drift back to the vibrator. It lies there innocently, taunting her on the edge of her desk. It leaves empty promises hanging, keeping her tantalisingly aware of how desperately she wants Claudia to fuck her.
Victoria doesn’t know how much longer she can stay on her knees, waiting for an indefinite amount of time for an unknown purpose. She acknowledges this is supposed to be a punishment, but she needs Claudia’s hands on her before she bursts. The collar is so tight around her neck.
Claudia shifts slightly, and Victoria’s eyes dart to her in anticipation, before falling back to the carpet in disappointment. She hears Claudia chuckle. “You’re so adorable, puffin.”
Victoria makes a vaguely agreeable noise, muffled by the gag. Claudia’s hand makes its way to her blonde hair, snaking her slender fingers through the mildly sweat-dampened waves.
“It’s been three hours. You’re doing such a good job, bunny,” Claudia says, her voice low.
Three hours?
She looks up. Confusion must be evident on her face, for Claudia laughs, then nods. “Yes, baby. Three hours. And twenty-three minutes.”
Where has the time gone? It certainly doesn’t feel like three hours.
“You’ve done so well, baby. You’ve taken your punishment like a perfect sub.”
Claudia is smiling down at her, and it feels genuine. No more tricks, no more surprises. Victoria allows herself to feel relieved.
Claudia kneels in front of her again, and quickly unties the gag. Then, she loosens the collar. Victoria greedily welcomes the extra airflow.
“Be slow, puffin. Your jaw is gonna be sore. Slow, gentle circles, that’s it.”
Victoria obeys. The soothingness of her attention and aftercare covers her like a balm.
“Here-“ Claudia lunges up, and grabs a water bottle from the desk. “You must have a drink, puffin.”
She takes a small sip, Claudia guiding her all the way. Victoria loves how gentle and caring Claudia becomes with her during aftercare, helping her with the simplest of tasks. It is an easy way of helping her out of her sub headspace and back into her normal frame of mind.
“You have a choice, puffin,” Claudia says, rubbing her back.
“Yes, Mistress?” Victoria croaks, voice dry. Claudia forces the bottle back into her mouth.
“Either, I can get us both off quickly, and then I can take proper care of you. Or, we can continue our fun.”
“Uhm-“ she mumbles, and Claudia then takes the bottle away. “I… I’d like to continue, Mistress.”
Claudia smiles at her, and slides an arm under her knees. She pulls her swiftly into her lap, and it is all Victoria can do to not melt into her embrace.
“Are you still angry, Mistress?” She asks quietly. She has to ask, she must be certain of her intentions.
“No, no, no, no, no, no. No!” Claudia assures her, and emphasises her words with a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I just want to take care of you, baby. You’ve done so well, and I couldn’t be prouder.”
“Why did you-“ she coughs. “Why did you take your shirt off?”
Claudia laughs again, incredibly sexily, at least to Victoria’s ears. “Just wanted to tease you.”
“And the vibrator?”
“Punishment,” Claudia shrugs. “In case you were going to properly misbehave again.”
Victoria shivers. “What… what would the punishment have been?”
Claudia’s eyes gleam then, and her grip on Victoria’s waist and the backs of her thighs tightens. “Well,” she begins, voice husky. “First of all, I would have dragged you up those stairs. Still gagged and collared, of course. I would have ripped off your shirt, and grabbed your precious little wrists, and handcuffed them to the headboard. You would've loved that.”
Victoria agrees, and a quiet moan escapes from her. Her fingers twitch in desperate anticipation. She longs for touch, but she needs Claudia’s to survive.
“Then, I would have taken off your skirt. I can imagine you in my head, bunny. Writhing and helpless, dripping wet for me.” Claudia’s voice has dropped, so husky and sexy and unbelievably Claudia in every tangible way. Victoria moans again, pleasure returning full-force.
“I hadn’t even started to touch you,” Claudia chuckles deeply. “But you would have been so close to coming without me.”
“Mistress-“ Victoria gasps, but Claudia presses a finger to her lips to silence her.
“I wouldn’t have taken off your panties,” Claudia says. “Instead, I would’ve watched as you soaked them through like a little slut .”
Victoria’s head falls back onto Claudia’s shoulder. Every time she calls her a slut, she goes boneless, pleasure threatening to consume her entirely.
Claudia reaches for the vibrator, and switches it on to the highest setting. “I wouldn’t have been gentle with you. I would’ve forced you down, and spread your legs. Not that you need much encouragement, bunny. Then, I would’ve done this .”
Suddenly, the vibrator is in between Victoria’s legs, and she practically screams. Everything is heightened, and she gasps and grabs at Claudia, pleasure taking over all of her senses. She can hardly breathe, so close to what she’s been waiting for. She involuntarily grinds her hips against the vibrator, and Claudia’s hand. She hears Claudia laugh somewhere, far away from her, but she does not care. It is impossible to care about anything else other than the divine pressure and touch against her clit. To cum is one thing, a joyous thing of freedom and feminism. To cum at the hands of her Mistress , however, is another sort of freedom.
It is to let go of every single thought that enters her head. It is to submit to the whims and wants of her mistress, and to serve her in creating heavenly pleasure. It is a new kind of feminism, recognising her own power in letting herself be powerless.
Victoria cries out, and shatters . Claudia’s arms around her are her only constant. The vibrator leaves her clit, and she whines weakly in longing, before practically collapsing against Claudia. Her panties are cold between her legs.
She doesn’t know how long it takes her to properly fall back into consciousness, but when she does, Claudia is looking down on her with a look of faint pride.
“Mistress?” She whispers.
“Pretty puffin,” Claudia laughs, kissing her forehead again. “If I was punishing you, I wouldn’t have stopped, you know. I would’ve pushed you to your limit, and then past . And you would be so helpless beneath me, puffin. So weak, as you cum again and again. Making a mess for me.”
Victoria shudders, mind racing with vivid images. “Maybe another time,” she mutters, stumbling over her words.
“We’re going to stand up, baby.” Claudia says gently. “I’ve got you.” She gently pushes Victoria off her lap, allowing her to stand. She proffers a hand to Victoria, hauling her up to her feet. Automatically, Claudia puts an arm around her, supporting her as she adjusts to being on her feet.
“There we go. How do you feel, puffin?” Claudia asks.
“Light-headed, and my legs have gone numb, Mistress,” Victoria says quietly, wincing as they take a few steps.
“I’ve got you, puffin.” Claudia leans to grab both the vibrator and the ball gag.
Eventually, they both manage to get upstairs, and Claudia shuts the door behind him. She grins as she pushes Victoria back onto the bed. The gag and vibrator land somewhere on the bed as well.
“Lie down, puffin. Put your head on the pillows. You’ll want to get comfy.”
Victoria complies, and grabs a few pillows to prop her up enough to be comfortable, while still lying down. Excitement is buzzing through her.
“Close your eyes,” Claudia says firmly. Victoria obliges. She likes that Claudia trusts her to keep them closed. She does not need to force her to obey her, she will do it anyway. Victoria will obey any and every order given to her.
“Good girl,” Claudia purrs, sounding much closer than she was before. Suddenly, cold hands are on her body, slinking up the sides of her torso and gently squeezing her breasts.
Victoria cannot not help her grin as Claudia slowly kisses her, lips angelically soft against hers. Claudia also takes the opportunity to tighten her collar back up.
“Keep them closed, bunny,” Claudia murmurs against her lips.
“Yes, Mistress.” Victoria is very agreeable. Her head feels fuzzy again, everything fading away from her until she is completely focused on Claudia, and her touch.
“Arms up, baby,” Claudia says, voice hushed. Victoria obeys, and Claudia pulls her shirt over her head. She hears it being tossed somewhere.
“So pretty, puffin,” she hears Claudia say. Victoria gasps as Claudia presses kisses to her uncovered chest and bra. Her fingers move lower down to her hips, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake.
Her fingers dip under the waist of her skirt, and pull it down to her knees. Claudia gently lifts one of Victoria’s legs, then the other, and the skirt is also thrown away to an unknown corner of the bedroom.
Warm kisses cover Victoria’s stomach, and she moans, arching her back against Claudia’s touch.
“Open your eyes, puffin. Look at me,” Claudia insists. Victoria does, and cannot help but gasp as she sees Claudia between her legs, looking up at her and grinning. Victoria’s head falls back onto the pillows as Claudia loops her fingers through her panties, and they slide off in one smooth motion.
“I need you,” Victoria whimpers, any semblance of composure cracking. “I need you, Mistress. I- please… ”
The sheets are soft underneath her, and she relishes in their coolness against her burning body.
Claudia, however, chuckles darkly. “That’s not how we ask for things, is it, puffin?” She says, tracing light circles with her fingers over Victoria’s clitoris. Her mind goes blank, gasping desperately for air.
“Oh- for crying out loud, Claudia !” Victoria cries out exasperatedly. “Please-“
“Don’t you think your Mistress should be allowed to get off? You’ve already been allowed to cum once.”
Claudia’s voice is devastatingly calm, a sharp contrast to Victoria under her, lips red and hair tousled, covered with Claudia’s scarlet lipstick.
“Yes, Mistress,” Victoria whimpers weakly, demeanour settling down.
“Good girl,” Claudia laughs cheerfully. Victoria feels the mattress rise up, and hears Claudia pad across the carpeted floor. She then hears a drawer open.
Victoria could not quite discern the following sounds from her. The blood pounding in her ears is loud enough, and all of her will and energy is going into keeping her hands and arms by her sides. The one thing she does not want to do is provoke Claudia’s anger now by getting herself off again. She’s waited long enough.
“Why so eager? You’ve already cum today,” Claudia says. “Why should you believe I’m going to get you off again?”
Victoria freezes. The possibility of Claudia not letting her get off again had not entered her head.
“Because…” she begins, frantically scraping for a reason. “Because…”
“I thought you were good with words,” Claudia retorts sharply. “Clearly not.”
Before Victoria could possibly say anything back, she feels Claudia shift back into the bed. She immediately falls silent, waiting.
Victoria feels one cool hand on her ankle. Slowly, sensually, Claudia slides up her leg, kissing the skin softly. Under her breath, Victoria moans.
Unnoticeable to both of them, the air shifts. It is more quiet this time, warmer, more private and shielded. As if they are in a bubble. Neither of them are talking. Neither of them want to pierce the veil surrounding them.
“You’re beautiful,” Claudia whispers, and places a kiss directly where Victoria craves her most. She gasps, blonde hair spilling out over the pillows like liquid gold. She shines in the dim, overhead light. Pale, pearly skin shimmering with a sheen of sweat. Victoria’s pleasure is only growing stronger.
Claudia slowly climbs atop her, legs on either side of her waist. Her hands reach out to cup Victoria’s cheeks, and she leans forward to her, their noses brushing against each other.
“Open your eyes, puffin,” she whispers, gently kissing her ear. “I want you to look at me.”
Victoria’s eyes open, and Claudia studies her pupils, watching them fluctuate, and then tighten to tiny pinpricks of black amidst the hazy, ocean blue of her eyes.
Her eyes widen as Claudia sits up. She unclips her white bra, and lets it fall from her shoulders. She tosses it away. It is not necessary anymore.
“You’ve got me so riled up, baby,” Claudia says, her voice deep and inscrutable. Her hips slowly start to move against Victoria’s, glorious pressure against her clit.
Victoria moans, only for the sight of Claudia, naked, above her. To see her Mistress grind against her, using her as a means for pleasure whilst getting no physical gratification of her own… turns her on to no end.
“I’ve been riled up all day, puffin, thinking about you,” Claudia gasps, speeding up her movements. “You could have gotten this sooner if you weren’t so disobedient.”
Victoria can’t think of anything to say to her. Her mind has gone blank. Staring at how Claudia’s hair sways around her shoulder, the muscles in her neck flexing as she throws her head back in ecstasy, how her tits shine in the light. Claudia’s thighs squeeze against her hips, and her fingers go behind her. Sudden pressure and pleasure mix in a wonderful way in her core, and Victoria sees stars as Claudia’s fingers rub furiously against her clit.
“Mistress-“ she chokes out.
“Cum. Now,” Claudia commands, eyes piercing her with holy fire.
Victoria obeys. Her collar is tight around her neck, and Claudia’s thighs are tight around her hips. She grinds so fast against her stomach.
White-hot light flashes in her eyes, and heaven comes upon her in waves of splendorous pleasure and jubilation.
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It is a while before Victoria comes to her senses again. She blinks, and slowly raises her head. Her knees already feel sore, and her neck aches. She winces, and lies back down.
“I’ve cleaned you the best I could, Vicky,” comes Claudia’s gentle voice beside her. She turns, and looks over her shoulder at Claudia. Her dark hair is still messy, but she is grinning happily.
“That’s okay,” she says simply, throat sore.
“Well done, baby. You did so well.”