Juliette's heart couldn't race faster if it tried, she was sure of it... She was pretty sure that it would be considered a heart attack at that point, which was not something that she was going for... Heart attacks weren't very sexy, and she was doing her best to remain sexy in Esme's eyes, which wasn't hard to do but she still wanted to do it right...
The lingerie would help, but it was hard to get on alone... But it would be worth it to see the look on Esme's face when she was done putting it on... It left little to the imagination, black and lacy and a little sexier than what she'd worn last time... She wanted to see them melt, to ruin their mind for thoughts of anything but her, which wasn't a difficult endeavor, but it was still something that she wanted to make sure that she did correctly, right?
Behind her, Esme let out a heavy sigh and she smirked at them in the mirror... They weren't too happy when she put the blindfold on them, but it was the only way to maintain the element of surprise, and she wanted to ensure that she did that. Without surprise, this wouldn't be a gift, it'd simply be a treat, which carried a different weight and she knew that for a fact. She wanted to give Esme a gift, one that they wouldn't be able to easily forget about.
"Okay, can I point out how unfair it is that I am blindfolded in my own home?" They asked, clearly whining about a situation that wasn't that bad. Juliette rolled her eyes as she fastened a rogue strap before leaning into the mirror to make sure that her makeup was even... It was.
Good.
"How is that unfair?" She asked, glancing back at Esme again as she chewed on her lip... She'd made them strip down to only their boxers before putting the blindfold on... and then she'd cuffed them... She wanted to have true and complete control over the sensations that they were feeling
Everything that they would experience would be if she allowed them to do so. They were completely at her whim, so completely stuck being hers to torment... Hers to fuck, hers to touch... So fucking good.
"Because it's my house-." Juliette snorted and shook her head grimacing as she tried to hook the bra of the lingerie... God, this was fucking hard to do when she was distracted by the pretty image of her partner behind her... How did people do this all on their own? She already felt like she was stuck and she wasn't even done getting dressed yet... What the fuck?
"Technically it's Gianna's house." Juliette pointed out, and Esme did not like that reminder, if the scoff that they let out was anything to go off of... Very indignant, kind of adorable... A little sexy, even. God, everything they did was just so fucking perfect.
"Hey, I give money for utilities when she lets me." Esme said, which made Juliette roll her eyes... Yeah, but really how often did Gianna let them do that? Probably once every six months, Gianna was too proud to accept money from pretty much anyone, Juliette knew that for a fact. She'd had Gianna somehow slip money back into the pocket of the jeans that she was wearing before, and she was pretty sure that there had been more put back then what she'd had when she'd given Gianna money.
She was very good at being stealthy when it came to money.
"Still." God, come on... How hard can it be to get dressed, Smith? Try fucking harder. "Don't be a baby, I promise you'll like your surprise." Juliette insisted, which earned her a heavy sigh... Don't be so impatient, baby... Good things come to those who can wait.
Esme was normally pretty patient, so this was... Fucking hilarious to see, honestly. She'd never known Esme to be so blindly needy... Well, that wasn't exactly true, but when she wasn't even touching them? Yeah, it kind of fit.
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Borrowed Time
RomanceJuliette Smith is aware that everything she does is on borrowed time. Her popularity, her relationship with her father, with her friends... all of it is on borrowed time. Her existence as she knows it is so fragile. With the revelation of one secre...
