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”-and after that I’ll need ten to twelve shirts from Dior. Then reschedule my meeting with Patrick for next week and confirm the lunch with Donnatella. Also I want Roslyn not Diane, and Lucy not Elaina.”
“Yes Mommy- Miranda!” Andy’s head, which had been bent over her notebook, snapped up, eyes wide with horror. “Miranda. Yes Miranda.”
Miranda stared at her, unblinking, tilting her head. She touched a finger to her lips. Andy flushed. She squirmed, biting her lip and wishing she could sink into the floor or turn back time a minute and a half before she’d said… that.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miranda slipped her glasses back on, “That’s all.”
…
“Andrea,” Andy winced at Miranda’s soft summons. After the incident in the office, Miranda had left her alone for the most part, leaving Andy feeling apprehensive and tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Now Miranda had apparently had enough time to decide her fate.
Andy quietly mounted the stairs, lingering in the doorway until Miranda shot her an imperious look and holding out her hand. But just as she handed over The Book, Miranda’s cell phone rang, a tinny version of some classical piece cutting through the dense silence of the townhouse. Miranda held a finger up, tethering Andy to the room, then fished for her phone, flicking it open and pressing it to her ear.
“Hello? Oh no bobbsey, of course I have time to say good night,” Miranda’s voice was softer than Andy had ever heard it, gentle and placating. While whatever twin chattered away in her ear, Miranda moved her feet off the footrest that matched her chair and pointed at it.
Andy sat. The footstool left her lower than Miranda, forcing her to lift her chin to look up at the older woman. Miranda was watching her, unwavering, unnerving, and there was something in her gaze that both made Andy want to run away and lean in.
“Mm hm, that sounds quite interesting, you’ll have to tell me all about it once you’re home,” said Miranda. She leaned forward, using her pointer and middle finger to fix Andy’s collar with that intense precision she did everything. Then she tucked a piece of hair behind Andy’s ear, gently running her fingers through the silky stand. Andy held perfectly still, her heart beat quickening.
“Mm. I will see you on Sunday. Good night bobbsey, Mommy loves you very much,” Miranda’s gaze didn’t leave Andy’s face as she finished her call, bright blue eyes lingering as she snapped the cell phone closed.
“Well,” Miranda said softly, “What are we going to do with you?”
“Miranda,” Andy whispered, “I’m sorry. It was an honest mistake-“
“Was it?” Miranda arched an eyebrow. Leaning forward again, she reached out slowly, so slowly as if not to startle her, and gently cupped Andy’s cheek in the palm of her hand. Andy took a shuddering breath. Miranda brushed her thumb against Andy’s lip, gentle, much like the way Andy had seen her run a piece of fabric between finger and thumb.
“Do you need someone to take care of your Andrea? A mommy?”
Andy’s breath caught.
“We both already know how you require a firm hand,” Miranda continued. She pressed her thumb into Andy’s mouth, eyes dancing at the way Andy curled her lips around the digit, sucking gently, obediently. Miranda’s lips curved into a small smile.
“Very good,” she said, “You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Andy tried to say around Miranda’s thumb.
“Yes what, Andrea?”
Andy’s tongue swirled around Miranda’s thumb, heart beating fast as she turned the word over in her mind before finally saying, “Yes mommy.”
Miranda hummed, pulling her thumb from Andy’s mouth with a soft pop.
“Come sit on my lap,” Miranda said, her voice dropping lower, almost a whisper, husky with desire. She leaned back in the chair, arms resting on each arm rest and watched Andy with a hooded gaze.
Andy rose, trying to keep from trembling as she took one step forward then awkwardly clambered into Miranda’s lap. Her knees sunk into the plush chair on either side of Miranda’s legs, straddling her, slowly lowering herself. The thought that Miranda could feel the heat from between her legs made Andy flush all over again.
“You may kiss me if you’d like,” said Miranda.
Andy trembled, taut with nervous desire. Oh how she wished Miranda would simply take instead of asking Andy to close the gap between their mouths. It felt like a trap, yet Andy was too far gone.
She leaned in, hovering close enough to smell Miranda’s wine twinged breath and be enveloped in her perfume. Miranda held perfectly still save for the rise and fall of her chest. She moved closer still, shifting slightly in Miranda’s lap, making the older woman quietly suck in a breath at the friction. That was the push Andy needed. She kissed Miranda, just at the corner of her mouth, slow, gently.
Then she tipped her head, kissing Miranda’s mouth, sucking on Miranda’s lower lip. Andy felt Miranda’s hands move to Andy’s thighs, pulling her closer as Miranda deepened the kiss. Andy moaned softly into her mouth, kissing her and kissing her and kissing her until her lungs screamed for air.
As they broke apart, Miranda caught Andy’s chin in one hand. While normally unflappable, Miranda’s hungry gaze, flush cheeks, and breathlessness betrayed her. Her lipstick was smudged, something Andy noted with a rush of pride.
“How long have you been imagining that?” Miranda asked, a knowing glint in her eyes.
Andy balked at the question, “I haven’t- I don’t-“
Miranda’s grip on her face tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to interrupt her, “No, no. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Andrea. Don’t lie. What do you say?”
“I’m sorry mommy,” Andy whispered.
Miranda nodded once, “Now answer the question.”
“A while,” said Andy. She swallowed and added, “Months. After you started looking at what I was wearing.”
“I always look at what you’re wearing Andrea.”
“After you started liking what you saw.”
“Hm,” Miranda released her, satisfied with the answer, “Take off your shirt and bra.”
Andy hurriedly pulled her blouse off- over her head, mussing her hair- then shucked her bra off as well. Miranda took in the expanse of bare skin with unabashed lust, openly staring at her breasts. Miranda’s tongue flicked out, wetting her lips.
“Offer me yourself,” Miranda said, her voice breaking slightly. Andy’s brow furrowed in confusion, and Miranda grabbed Andy’s hands, pressing them to Andy’s own breasts. Then she repeated, “Offer me yourself.”
Palming her breasts, Andy pressed them up and together. Miranda’s hungry gaze roved over her, hot on her skin. Her hands moved up from Andy’s thighs to her waist, warm fingertips digging into her bare skin. Miranda licked her lips.
Miranda leaned in, capturing one pert nipple in her mouth. Andy whimpered softly as Miranda’s tongue slowly circled her, then gently sucked. Miranda’s gaze flicked up, bright blue eyes impossibly deep, mouth hot.
Andy arched her back, rocking towards her, pressing her breasts further into Miranda’s face as she moaned, “Miranda-“
Miranda pulled away, a string of saliva stretching between nipple and mouth and shot Andy an imperious look.
“I’m sorry, I mean mommy,” Andy quickly said.
“Always so apologetic,” tutted Miranda, pressing soft kisses to Andy’s breasts, “I expect better behavior from you, not excuses.”
Heat pooled in her stomach as Miranda continued to gently kiss, lick, suck- the soft scrape of teeth and soothing caress of her tongue driving Andy wild in her lap. Andy trembled. She needed more, rocking back and forth, trying to grind against Miranda’s thighs, desperate for friction, but Miranda firmly gasped her waist, holding her still as she squirmed.
“Needy thing,” Miranda murmured, lips moving against Andy’s flushed skin. She left little hickies outlined with the sticky stain of her expensive lipstick, leaving Andy thoroughly marked.
Every kiss burned like fire. Andy had given up holding her breasts and instead threaded her hands through Miranda’s usually perfect hair. It was soft between her fingers as Andy pulled Miranda closer. She tugged lightly and Miranda groaned, the noise vibrating as her lips closed around Andy’s nipple again.
She knew her underwear must have been soaked- and if Andy had been thinking straight she’d have been embarrassed at the damp spots she was no doubt leaving on Miranda’s trousers- but she didn’t care. The heat building within her coiled tighter and tighter. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but every touch, every kiss, sent ripples of pleasure through her.
“Let mommy take care of you,” Miranda murmured, and Andy’s pleasure spilled over the edge.
She gasped, body tensing as her soft cries cut through the dense quiet of the den, “I’m going to- I’m- Mommy- I- Ah!”
As her orgasm subsided, Andy lowered her hands to Miranda’s shoulders. Her face was flush with embarrassment and left over desire, and she shivered at the chill of the room.
Miranda smirked. Andy couldn't meet her gaze.
“Well,” said Miranda, lips ghosting across Andy’s throat, “Aren’t you the sensitive one?”
“I didn’t know I could come from just…” Andy trailed off.
“From just a few little kisses?” Miranda teased, then her tone grew firm. “Look at me Andrea.”
Andy swallowed, then finally shifted her eyes to meet Miranda’s. She was met with a fondness she’d never seen before before Miranda leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Andy’s lips.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes mommy,” Andy smiled.
“Hmm,” Miranda pressed another kiss to the corner of Andy’s mouth. “You look quite lovely like this- but so distracting. I believe it’s time for you to go home.”
“But what about you?”
“Call Roy and have him take you home. You can return the favor next time.”
“I can take the subwa-“
Miranda pressed a finger against Andy’s lips, cutting her off, “No, no, that wasn’t a question.”