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[She's a bitch always]
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💘Rachel & Carmen💘
(18+)(GxG)(GL)(BDSM)
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Well, what can you do when she is a bitch always?
That is something for both of you to decide?
Mayhap, or Mayhap not?
Why...
***This encounter confuses me beyond what I can comprehend flower...
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~Rachel~
The sound she made was heavenly, sweet and melodious. It was the mellifluous sound of her laughter. She had been amused by what you had said to her. She dropped the bottle of wine on the top of the table so as to laugh properly. You began to wonder then just what on earth you had let slip from your mouth that was funny and why she was really having fun at your expenses. It was mean of her.
When she was done laughing, her amusement gone, she leaned back in her seat and looked at you, watching you with that smoldering emerald green gaze. Those eyes melted you, making your insides squirm in delight. You wanted to say something, anything as the intensity of your gaze built alongside the tension. Yet, nothing at all came to mind in that dire moment of need and all you could do was hold her stare as shameless thoughts and dirty thoughts ran through your idle mind.
The idle mind was indeed the devil's workshop. You truly believed that at the moment, the sentences, alongside every single word and the letters that made it up. She didn't break the passionate stare between the both of you as she ponderously leaned forward, slightly, ever so slowly. Your wetness pooled in your panties at the the dominating aura around her and what it was doing to you at the moment.
"I'm offended." Her confession leaves you confused.
"You are offended?" You asked her with a scoff. Who on earth should be offended? Should it not be you? And not her?
"Oh yes I am little bird," she says to you with a small smirk. You raised your brows at her.
"And why are you?"
"You insult me so easily," she said with an amused glint in her eyes. "I do not have the habit of picking up ladies. I rarely pick up ladies except the exceptional ones, like you. I do not have enough time to waste on people not worth my breath. My time is my money. So if I'm going to give it to someone, they have to be exceptional," -her hands slid across the table to hold your palm in hers- " just like you." Then she smiled.
"Then this suite is not for all the ladies you pick up?"
"I've never brought anyone here little bird. I come here whenever I feel like coming home. My house is not a home, it's only big and cold. Here is warm and nice, full of smiles and music and laughter and the sounds of love."
"Wow," was all you could say at her explanation. "Then I should be honoured?" She shrugged and took the bottle of wine again. She poured some expertly into the two glasses and handed one to you. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a small sip.
"What is your name my little bird? I realized I haven't asked you that yet."
"Rachel," you tell her. "My name is Rachel, Carmen."
