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~ Smut warning ~
The weather outside was shit to say the least, the windows continuously battered with the heavy rain. You found yourself sitting in the reading nook by the window watching the beads of water race each other down the window. In your office, the stereo was playing music from your playlist that you created for days when inspiration failed to find you.
You fail to notice that your partner Audrey was making her way over to you. Her right hand that was adorned with rings and a few bracelets brushes lightly against the side of your neck from beside you before moving to turn your face to look at her: hand soft against your skin, nails digging in ever so slightly. You couldn't help yourself when you inhaled the perfume that she was wearing, a subtle floral number.
"Y/N, do you know why I adore you?" She asks quietly, her breath soft against your ear. Her tongue darts out briefly to lick the shell of your ear before she pulls back, hand moving to grip your jaw; nails digging in harshly. "Because you are attentive, obedient, but a chaotic storm. You break up the monotony of my days. I love it."
You look up at her with large doe eyes, your cheeks now flushed a light shade of pink. She moves her hand so that her thumb is brushing along your bottom lip lightly "you always do what I want, when I want... but on days were I am busy learning my lines... You become a whirlwind, causing such disruption, such destruction. But like a storm, you quieten down, you become something beautiful and serene..."
She pushes her thumb into your mouth, pressing it down on your tongue; her eyes burning into yours. "You are a beautiful storm, Y/N."
She removes her thumb before she claims your lips with her own, the kiss feeling empty like all those when she is like this; indifferent, just a steppingstone for something else. The colour on your cheeks taking on a darker hue.
"How are your bruises from the other day?"
You let out an annoyed puff of air "They are still there, Audrey. Just like you wanted," you remove your scarf from around your neck to reveal the colourful array of bruises marking it; reminders of how you belong to her.
She runs her fingers lightly over each one, a smirk tugging at her lips as she notices the way your skin reacts to her touch. Her hand moves away from your neck, making its way lower until it disappears under your blouse. You expect her touch to be gentle like before, but her groping brings you some pain trying to mix with pleasure.
"Do you still wish to leave me?"
"I- I have thought about going through with it, yes."
She hums lightly "I see," her hands move to your hips, pinning you against where you're leaning as she claims your lips once more. Her tongue pushes its way through your sealed lips, pressing hard against your teeth before she pulls back to mumble against your lips, "Tell me, Y/N, considering the position you find yourself in, under my touch, under my attention, why do you wish to leave me? Who for?"
