Blurred Lines

7. the past ⚠️

smut warning: still in the crucible, still got some fun little games

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I break my gaze from Natasha's as I focus on Emily again. "Mistress, can you please uncuff me?" I ask as she draws her fingers from my mouth. "You were a good girl, so I suppose I can," she smirks. She reaches behind me and I feel the pressure relax in my arms as the cuffs unlink from themselves. Once I'm freed, I slide off Emily's lap and sit next to her again. I reach for my drink, glancing at Emily.

She nods, watching me carefully. I take a sip, wishing the ice wasn't watering down the alcohol so much. I toss the glass back, drinking as much as I can before Emily stops me. "Woah, Y/n, slow down," she grabs the glass from me. I don't fight her, as I expected her to intervene. "What's going on?" She asks. "I need to go to the bathroom, Ma'am," I request. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I need to escape. "Okay, we can do-"

"Well, well, look who it is," Natasha's cool voice cuts Emily off and I freeze. Emily instantly sits up in her chair as Natasha stalks around me. "Little Y/n and her new, whatever," she dismisses Emily, not a good move. "Did you miss me?" She purrs, leaning against the table, putting herself between Emily and I. I stare down at my hands, unable to look at her. "Look at me, slut," she demands. I instantly jerk my gaze to hers.

"Who's your," she glances at Emily, "Friend?" "I'm Emily Prentiss, and you are?" Emily's voice is sharper than a blade. "I was talking to Y/n," Natasha scoffs, "You don't speak for her." I drop my gaze back to my hands as they speak. "Actually, I do," Emily counters harshly. "Right, right, of course. Forgive me, Emily," Natasha rolls her eyes, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Natasha. Y/n's dom."

I feel Emily's gaze on me, but I don't look at her. "Down," Natasha barks at me. I flinch at her tone, but go to slide off my chair. Emily throws a hand on my leg, pulling my chair, and me, to her, pushing Natasha out of the way. "She will do no such thing," Emily says calmly. I dare a glance at Natasha. The look in her eyes is murderous. "Yes, she will," Natasha smiles coldly at Emily before turning back to me, "Come, now, slut, do as you're told."

"If you fucking move a single muscle, I swear to God I will be the one leaving in handcuffs tonight," Emily hisses lowly to me. I wasn't planning on going anywhere, but her words keep me frozen in my place. Natasha is really pissing Emily off, and it's about to blow our cover. She turns on Natasha.

"You had your chance with her, and from the looks of it, you're the one who blew it. She's agreed to coming here with me consensually, and now she's mine. You don't get to come over here and tell my sub what to do. She won't listen to a thing you say to her. Now back the fuck off before I make you," I've never once heard Emily's voice like this before. It's terrifying, if it weren't for the fact that she's protecting me. Wait, did she say mine?

Natasha stupidly doesn't back down. "Why don't we let our little pet decide?" She spits. "Fine, if that is what it takes," Emily instantly agrees, "Why don't you ask her yourself?" Emily leans back in her chair, smiling devilishly at Natasha. Natasha looks at me. "Well? Are you going to come back to your senses and come back home to me?" She asks.

I look at Emily, who smiles proudly at me. She doesn't break her gaze with me as she says, "Your pet has made her choice. Good girl, Angel." She coos to me, pulling me into her. She kisses me deeply as if to claim me. "You're mine," she says, pulling away from me.

"This isn't over," Natasha growls. She stalks away from our table, and I glance over to where her sub was kneeling before. He isn't there. "Are you okay?" Emily breathes, pulling my face back to hers as she searches it. "No," I say honestly, "But I will be." I don't know if I will any time soon, but it's better to put her mind at ease. "Do you still want to go to the bathroom?" She asks. I nod.