Cruel

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I want it so badly I can’t look at her. When I finally get her to my apartment, she pets my cats. I *** myself to breathe. I can’t serve anyone if I pass out at her feet, and I want to do well.

I’ve done all this before—cleaned my room, set up toys—but this is different. I care this time. I’m shaking so much I’d thrown on the first passable set of things….

But seeing her on my bed, smiling at nothing, warms my heart. I’ve pictured it so many times, but it’s somehow better. She corrects me and I move my toys to the floor.

“I have to ***,” she says.

When she comes back, my heart crawls into my throat so quickly I feel whiplash. A black teddy, lined in snakes. Her red hair is pulled back, showing the curve of her neck, her waist. Her tight black jeans…

Too late, I understand why snakes have meant temptation; too late, I forget to refuse the fruit.

She has always been my garden.

She turns to me, giving an appraising look.

“Let’s have some wine and a conversation,” she says, reaching down to her bag. A bottle of meiomi appears.

“Glasses?” I ask.

She nods. “I only brought the wine.”

She follows me to the kitchen as I take down what passes for finery here. I want to press every beautiful thing in her hands, anything I can do to match her. She jokes that it’s the only bottle left in her house, an actual crime.

I take the cup she pours and settle on my bed. My daring grows; I dart glances at her now, unable to believe it: I’ve done nothing to deserve a goddess in my room. Nothing. I half expect flowers to blossom at her feet.

“Rules,” she says briskly. “While we are in this room, you are Tessa, and I am Lady. Once I go home, all the old boundaries apply. While we’re here, you are here for my pleasure, and will do as I say. Understand?”

the words pierce my skin like thorns, and I nod rapidly.

“Understand?” She repeats, and I realize I lost my voice.

“Yes,” I say softly.

“Three colors,” She continues, relaxing slightly. “Green for good or okay, orange for if it’s starting to hurt, and red for stop. You will tell me the truth when I ask for your color; if you lie, I will find out, and be displeased.” She glances at my cup. “Drink, Tessa.”

I do as she does. The wine brings sense back into my brain, grounds me.

“We’ve done this before, but this is different,” she says. “Safe word?”

“Ivory,” I purr.

“Good,” she says.

“Repeat them back to me,” she says. I do. “Good,” she says in a soft voice. “Good. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I reply, suddenly shy again.

“Then come here,” she says. “Stand in front of me.”

I do.

“We don’t need these,” she purrs, removing my glasses.

“No,” I gasped. My nightgown, gigantic as it is, is next.

“It’s the useless bra!” She says.

“That’s why I like it,” I whisper. She grins.

“Well. Pretty as it is… it’s going to get in the way.”

She braces me against the bed; has me put my hands above my hand, tracing careful fingers over my body. I whimper, but don’t move. She unhooks my bra, discarding it easily.

It’s been a long time since I cared if I was pretty for anyone.

She presses me down, face-first, my arms still above my head. Folds her weight against mine.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting, Tessa? Mm? Craving?”

“Yes,” I half-sob. “Yes! Please!”

I hear an amused noise and shudder despite myself.

Her flogger is cold. She traces it over my shoulders, my legs, my ass. I wait with bated breath, because I’ve played this game before. But this is different… I… I want her to… to use me…

Her strokes are careful. Gentle. They escalate and I take them. God, yes. Please…

“Color?”

I look up. I’m… foggy. Why?

“Green,” I say.

“Good girl,” she says. She spanks me hard, but it feels good.

She knows.

She knows how to hit. She pushes my legs apart so she can strike my clit, my slit, and I whimper. I can’t seem to stop whimpering. I don’t have to pretend here; I think she would’ve been upset if I had.

She spanks me for awhile before I hiss.

“Mm. Color?”

I’ll know if you lie, I remember.

“Orange,” I manage. I bow my head, disappointed I can’t take more.

“Breathe through it,” she says. “Deep breaths, Tessa.”

The wand finds my clit and I hold it with my hips. She advises I ride it to abate the ***, and I—oh, god—

I melt. I don’t know how else to say it. One minute it hurts, and then… then it feels… good…


She turns me over to whip me again and I moan. Endless, wordless little pleas; just for her.

A new snap against my flesh.

“You know what this is?”

“Flogger?” I manage.

“The end of my belt,” she says. Heat rushes to every inch of my body with this one. Why, exactly, is this hot? It feels good. God, god, it’s good. She hits… everything… my clit almost kills me. I think I’m making noises, but I’m not sure. My vision is hazy. My limbs are shaking, but I keep them still for her.

Yours.

“Good girl,” she says occasionally, and my heart beats faster, every time. At one point she hands me a wand to fetch my nipple ties, but I have trouble with words, and she smirks.

“It only gets worse,” she promises.

I’ve had so many boys in my room, so many who tried, but never anything like you. Never. Not like this.

With difficulty, I master my fingers enough to tie them for her. She whips them as a reward and I keep moaning. When she puts her fingers inside me, she tsks.

“So tight, Tessa,” she murmurs.

It isn’t long before I’m rutting on her hand like a latent whore. She flutters her tongue over my clit, and my toes curl. I almost cum a few times—ridiculously close—but look at her and am overwhelmed all over again.

Kiss me, I want to say, but don’t. Kiss me and prove that you’re here, because my body can’t believe it.

I am so in love.

She knows. “Close to the edge, aren’t you?”

By the time she tells me to hold a wand to my clit again, I have to take it away; I’m too close. Her hand holds my neck and I cry out. She fucks me with a strap on, holding the wand to myself, when I take advantage of her permission and explode. It’s an honest effort not to just pass out, but I don’t. I want to remember every minute of this.

When she holds me, I swallow the urge to cry. I’m safe here. With her. “I’ve never seen somebody do that,” she says.

“Hmm?” I ask.

“Squirt,” she says, a little impressed, even. “Can you learn? To do that? It was hot.”

“I never have,” I say. “I just… do. And… always… for you, lady.”

Whether you’re here or not.

“Yay!” She squirms against me and I smile.

We talk. About… happiness. Life. Things. None of it matters, I just want to drown in her voice. I tell her I love her, because I have to. I cover her with a blanket, carefully pressing my warmth to hers.

“Tessa,” she says. “It’s okay. You can touch me. I know…. How much you want to… how often you lay like this and restrain yourself.” And, when I mutely shake my head; “I restrain myself, too. Sometimes I cuddle him because… I want to touch you so badly… touch me, Tessa. Show me what you want to do to me.”

She’s soaked when I obey. She tastes like sunlight and eternity. I stop and crawl up her when I notice she isn’t pleased, and we talk more. We laugh. She’s stripped at some point, and I kiss her neck, suck her nipples.

Awe. There’s genuine awe.

She rides me, but it isn’t what she wants.

When I lay against her again, she touches me behind my ear. Magic overtakes my ***, my pulse, my everything. I moan.

“Mmmm,” my witch says. “And here’s how I turn Tessa into my horny little slut… my little fuck toy….” And then, “touch me, Tessa.”

Mindlessly, I give into magic and pleasure. She holds a wand to her clit with one hand as I finger-fuck her with the other, mindful of her mewling cries, lost in her. I arch my fingers against her as she cries out, touching my sensitive soul the entire time.

“Fuck! Fuckkkkkk yes baby!”

She cums into my hand and I stop, gently removing her wand. I nuzzle her, not sure why I need to cry suddenly. I mean, tears of absolute and utter joy, but still.

“Water?” I ask gently. She refuses, tracing my skin behind my ear. I grind against her wand until she finger fucks me.

I wonder if she’s surprised what that does to me?

She doesn’t stop until I cum again, squirting. Tells me what she’s learned about my body. Mentions she’d like to do it again. I nod and try not to look or sound like an idiot.

We dress and clean in companionable conversation. As I drive her home, she texts. We talk as the silver snow falls, but before I know it, I see her house.

Home, I think with a lump in my throat. She’s home, and I’m home whenever I’m with them.

She hugs me goodbye, and is gone.

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This is hot! 

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I had to immediately take my vibrator to my wet pussy after that...omg