Yelena was weak.
She'd known for years, of course, that if a beautiful woman took her shirt off, or sucked on that particular spot under her ear, she would cave completely. What she hadn't known was just how weak she was for you, how easy it was for you to shut off Yelena's brain and kick her libido from 'High' into 'Explosive'. So much for going about her business today—Yelena already knew she was going to be here for a while.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked, and she couldn't help how breathy it came out. Not when you teeth were scraping along the underside of her jaw.
"Well, you know, nothing just yet," You said, and Yelena could feel your smile against her skin before she pulled away. "But I was kinda thinking maybe we could, um..." You laughed and ducked her head, leaned back in to press your cheek against Yelenas's. You breath was warm against Yelena's ear when you whispered, "try that thing we talked about?"
Yelena was so weak.
"Oh... wow... and to think I just came by to see if I left my phone here," she grinned, snaking a hand up the back of your blouse. you pressed yourself impossibly closer and ran your hands up Yelena's body, pulling at her jacket to peer inside.
"Hmm... I don't know. Let's look..." you said coyly. "Well, it's not in there. Gosh, you know, with any luck maybe you left it on 'vibrate'."
"I sure hope so," Yelena reeled her back in with the hand on your back, wrapped the other around the back of your neck, fingers twining into the hair at your nape. Her thumb dragged up the column of your throat, tilting your head up so that she could kiss you.
Kissing you was like sliding into the current of a fast-moving river. She was shocked every time by how fast it pulled her under, how she surrendered to its power. She swept her tongue into your mouth without preamble, loving how your lips fell open on a sigh, shuddered and arched into her body. you were just so willing, so hot for it, like a switch had been flipped and you went from 'Uptight Doctor Mode' to 'Stripper with Rent Due'. you were already pulling at her clothes, trying to grind against her leg, nipping at her lower lip like a provocation.
"Bedroom," you whispered, and Yelena swallowed the words greedily, pressed you back until they hit the wall by the stairs, her fingers tightening in your long, fragrant hair. you gasped, and when Yelena drew back her eyes were wide and very, very dark. She looked undone, lips bitten red. She knew she could do better. Undone was one thing, and wrecked was an entirely other.
"You want to go to the bedroom?" she asked, and after all this time, her voice still surprised even her. Low and authoritative, cool and detached. Your pupils blew wide at the sound, and you nodded eagerly. "Strip," Yelena whispered, and you tore at your own clothes. Sometimes you were fastidious before sex; carefully peeling off your expensive work clothes, impeccably folding your slacks and gently laying your shirt across your blazer. Yelena suspected you did it to make her laugh, or else to tease her mercilessly, because on days like today, you didn't seem to give a shit about your outfit.
Fabric hit the floor in a pile, and then you were standing there in your lacy white underwear, the dusky pink of your nipples just visible through the cups of your bra. Yelena wanted to fall to her knees, to suck one of those nipples into her mouth and bite, lave her tongue over the lace until it was transparent and clinging.
But that wasn't the game today.
"Crawl," she spat instead, and then it was you on your knees, you looking up at her beseechingly. Yelena pushed a hand into your hair, feeling the soft, heavy strands slide between her fingers. She pulled hard, forcing you onto your hands on knees, and your moan shot straight to her own pussy. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, glad that your face was pointed at the ground. She didn't want to ruin your fantasy by showing how much it effected her. You wanted to be controlled and dominated, for Yelena to be calculating and ruthless.
