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𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝓌ℴ | ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉ℴ𝓊𝒸𝒽

Anna's POV:
I toss and turn in my bed, growing sweaty at the constant fussing as my body temperature rises with each twist and turn. Just call her. You have fingers and a functioning mouth, can't be that difficult. The scene of Sam bursting out of the female toilets at Coney Island, a tissue lamely wrapped around her heavily bleeding hand as she grabbed Kelsey's and made up some feasible excuse of how there was an 'emergency' and they had to leave ASAP burned into my skull, overstaying it's welcome. She's been absent from work for the past few days now, and everyone's saying she legged it to Paris. I've been fighting the urge to call her absent ass and demand an explanation... "I need a drink... or 20."

I spring out of bed in the late hours on the New York's eve, making my way into the kitchen. I open up my bar cabinet, taking out the tallest bottle of tequila i could find. After setting it down, i search my cupboards for shot glasses... none. "I really gotta get a dishwasher fitted in..." I decide to take a tall glass from my cupboard and spill the clear liquid into it. I think to myself briefly, taking a short time to consider, 'is this a good look?' but part of me says, "Fuck it." i begin downing the contents, feeling the perilous burn in my throat it leaves behind.
(shoutout to StitchxWitch  / mel for this part 😂⬆️)

Hours later... after many full glasses of tequila... i find the courage to pick up the phone, and dial Sam's number, constantly asking myself 'is this really a good fucking idea, Anna?' On the second ring, i become agitated, and scream into the innocent device, "PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE, I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!" before i can hang up, the ringing ends and Sam's shardy voice speaks up, her tone something i've missed the last few days during it's absence. "Hello? Anna?" i sense a pique of excitement in her voice, along with another emotion i can't seem to identify, but i begin roaring down the line like a lion screaming at it's prey to stay still as it tears it apart for it's own sacred hunger, tooth from tooth, limb from limb. "Oh, yeah, it's Anna! Remember me, you selfish bitch?" after hearing an undeniable scoff from the blonde woman herself, "Excuse me?!" "I know you're my boss and apparently that means you have some sort of power over me, but i don't care! Your bark is much worse than your leather whip, Dalton." "... Anna, are you drunk?" "Pfft, i would have thought your poncy ass would have used a word like 'intoxicated'... i bet you went to an all girls boarding school an all, and had a bestie named Toots." "... Are you quite done?" i realise the utter immaturity of my words, like a jealous teenage girl, a regretful pout forming on my lips. "Yeah..." "Me and Kelsey leaving had nothing to do with you, Anna." "It... didn't?" "No... i had a work trip i forgot about. These things happen." "But- at Coney Island-" Sam sighs in an annoyed fashion, maybe i should have left the past in the past. "Coney Island never happened. Okay? None of that... was real..." Sam's monotone concerns me, there something beyond the very tip of the iceberg, but there always is with this woman. I'll find out what it is, no matter if it kills me inside. "Okay... how's Paris?" "I know you didn't call me to ask me about my work trip. Now that you've gotten your little rant off your chest, what do you say we have some fun?" the hint in Sam's throat perks something inside of me, a feeling i've learned to be thrilled over when coming from the woman, no matter the circumstances. "What kind of fun are you suggesting... Mistress?" "Where are you right now?" "I'll be anywhere you want me to be..." Sam mentally surveys her options, before ordering me to lie naked in my bed, and she assures me she's doing the same, already casting the spell of doom over my submissive person. "What now, Mistress?" "For the next few minutes, i want you to explore yourself. Don't leave an inch of your body untouched, and describe everything you do to that sweet, broad body of yours." i intake a gulp of fright at Sam's stern words, following each and every one of her instructions down to the letter. I push the duvet onto the floor beside my bed, taking up all the space on the queen sized bed. I slide my fingers into my mouth, feeling a pull as i suck deeply on them, lubricating the inches. "I'm sucking my fingers..." "Why?" "Because it will add to the pleasure when i squeeze my nipples with them, silly." i hear a low chuckle on Sam's end, "Smart girl. Rub your wet, dexterous fingers over those nipples. Are they tight for me?" i groan at the touch, the feeling tingling all over the bones crested beneath my flesh. It's as if Sam's within arms reach of me, watching every movement, every noise i make. "Yesssss..." "Tweak them as hard as those fingers can." i press my extremities together, my pert nipples trapped between the strength of their trap. "I don't hear you crying out yet. Harder." "But i don't want it to hurt, Mistress..." "I don't give a damn. I gave you an order, pet, now obey it." "But-" i hear a noise from Sam i've never heard before, an irritated low growl, like a wolf inches away from it's hunted prey, teeth clenched and ready. "Do you dare disobey me?" my submissive side instantly recognises her strong, distinct voice, filled with power and domination... but there's always been a brattier side to me, and Sam's miles and miles away, deep in the suburbs of the Parisian countryside... "What's the fun is always playing by the rules? You've always known me to be a rule breaker." Sam's huff and puffs create a firm tension in the contrasts of my oesophagus, the feeling of anxiety creeping up on me like a spider using it's prickly legs to carry it's wholesome body up my spine, crawling inch by inch, and i feel each scrape as it makes the journey of pain. "That's it. Bend yourself over the edge of your bed, i want your ass in the air." "How are you going to spank me when you're hours away?" "I'm not, but you better be damn sure the second the plane touches the ground, and i storm in your apartment armed with a leather crop, you'll be bent over with that hot, tight ass waiting for me. Now do as i've asked." "Please, Mistress-" "Each time you disobey me, i add on 20 strikes. Bend. Over. N o w." i pick up on the intensive note in her dom voice i've never heard before, a low level that metaphorically cuts my nerve-filled stomach open with a knife. Even when Sam's thousands of metres away from my naked, able body, she still holds every scrap of power in her palms over me... this woman is exquisite. "Okay... i've done it." "You know what i'm going to ask you to do... and you deserve every bit of it. I won't be satisfied until i can hear you dripping wet from all the way over here..." i begin spanking myself, the pain as excruciating as Sam demands it to be. When my self-inflicted punishment is over, i'm less than grateful as i know she's saving the much harsher discipline for later... "That's enough. In 30 hours, i'm going to have you bent over for so long you won't know what the meaning of 'standing' is. I'd much rather spend the time torturing you in other ways. Place the phone beside you and lay on your back, your hands flat at either side of you." confused, i obey the order, not enjoying the restriction of my palms being out of use, when i can think of so many naughty things to do with them... "What now?" "You're going to stay still whilst i enjoy myself for the next few minutes." "Sam! That's not fair! You can't stop me!" "... 40 strikes, pet. Shut up, and stay shut up. You know you don't have any other option than to listen to me, because you know i'm going to scorch your ass the second i arrive home." i send a gulp down my neck once again, the feeling even more intense than usual due to my gut-wrenching nerves. "You want to know what i'm doing, don't you Anna?" "I- i do, Mistress... i'm getting wetter just thinking about all the naughty things you're doing..." "Are you dripping yet?" "I can feel it trickling down my ass..." Sam's sinister chortle only deepens my journey into sub-space, my dominant self no longer a person. "Right now, i'm flicking my clit with my forefinger, just like you do with your tongue when you're between my folds, hard at work... remember the night of the gala?" "It was the first time we had sex... of course i remember it... every minute detail is imprinted in the memory bank of my mind from that lusty evening..." "Then you'll remember how loud you screamed as i took you into my mouth on the railing..." "I do... oh god, Sam. I know what you're doing to me..." "Is it working?" does she have to sound so goddamn smug?! "Yes... you know it is..." Sam's smile is audible to my pert ears in my large New York penthouse, her grin breaking her face in two at the chaos she's caused upon me from her bed stationed miles away. "Now tell me this, my dirty little pet... are you wet enough to take that eight inch dildo i know you have in that bedside table of yours?" i run my slick middle finger through my slit, moaning at the easy fast pace it glides in, the sweet, delicious, descend my finger makes rooted inside myself. "Yes, Mistress. Definitely." "Then be a good girl and take every damn inch of it. Slide it in and out slowly, but don't you dare come. I control your pleasure, the power is in my hands, pet. Understood?" i nod, forgetting she can only hear me, not see me. "Speak words, pet." "Yes, Mistress, understood." "Perfect." i roll over on the bed, feeling the wetness that pools at my region rub against my peak as my legs slide over one another. I reach for the same toy Sam talked about, not even bothering to close the drawer as i plunge the toy inside of me, wasting no time, a wave of pleasure rocking my whole body from head to toe, feeling as if nothing else in the world matters. "Whilst you tease yourself, i'm going to think about how hard i'm going to slash that crop onto your bare ass to punish you for your insubordination this morning... you like it, don't you? When i whip strong, sturdy leather against your hefty ass?" i go deeper, Sam's words sinking in inevitably, reaching the g-spot nestled beneath my summit. "I love it, Mistress... if i could be bent over for you 24/7, i wouldn't say no... you treat me like the bad girl i am..." "I do, don't i? I love hearing the whipping sound of my weapons to your flesh... sometimes, it goes redder than those beautiful locks of yours..." i moan in ecstasy, slowly taking the dildo out and rubbing it up and down, leaving a tingling sensation in my pleasure piece. "Oh, god... i'm so close..." "Me too..." it's not long after i hear the bed on Sam's end creak loudly with a strong force... she seems to be enjoying herself... but not nearly as much as i am. "Please, Mistress... let me come... i beg of you..." "N-not yet..." Sam looses her composure as her words break into pieces her disorientated mouth still struggles to pronounce. I thrust the slick, and glistening head of my toy buried inside myself again, taking one hand and rubbing circles on my varnished, pleasurable flesh. "Y-you like it when i bend you over my knee, don't you Anna?" i whine at the feeling low inside my core, the misery of having to hold back growing stronger with each word that rolls off of Sam's lapping tongue. "Mistress, please!" "God i'm so close... come with me Anna, now." our cries break out at the same time, filling the universal atmosphere, our bodies rocking perfectly in sync together to a harmony as beautiful as the melody of a sonnet. We breathe heavily through our mouths, the remaining physical effect still lingering like a fire barely de-flamed. "Wow, that was..." "It was, wasn't it?" Sam replies. A laughable thought occurs to me, and i burst out in undeniable giggles. I hear a few confused ones from Sam on the other line, "What's so funny over there, Carrot Top?" "No, it's just... i just realised that was the first time we've done that in a bed... well, indirectly." Sam laughs along with me, "That's what you get when you behave yourself. But don't think i've forgotten about those 40 strikes... i'll see you again soon, Anna. Rest well." Sam hangs up before i can respond, but it's irrelevant as the tequila infested in my brain sends me into a deep, trancelike sleep...

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