Cruel Beauty

Nightstand

When Victoria enters you feel something is immediately wrong and you drop your book getting up off the bed. 'What's wrong?' The Baroness doesn't look at you she fumbles around with her jewelry box. 'It's nothing. I'm fine.' You approach her and stop her you touch her chin making her tilt her head and you see the red mark on her face, your eyes widen. 'Who?' She doesn't reply but you immediately click that the who is Cruella. 'I am going to kill her!' You spin on your heel but she grabs you by the wrist. 'No, no, definitely not. No more killing it's bad enough we have to throw one ridiculous murder mystery dinner.' You frown. 'She hit you.' You argue. The Baroness thinks for a moment. 'Being that you knocked her out and left her to die in a burning building I am willing to let this, one, slide. The event will take place, the girl will get her money and we never need to contend with her again. Do not make things worse.' You still don't look convinced. 'For me?' Victoria adds sweeping the pad of her thumb in a circular motion on your wrist. Damn it, she knows that is going to work of course it will. 'Fine. Can I at least get you some ice or something?' She lets go of your wrist and gently touches your upper arm. 'I am fine. Thank you.' You place your hands on her petite waist bringing her in closer to you, you hold her and rub her back supportively. 'She has his eyes.'

The words are barely audible but you hear them and tighten your hold, you know what she means and exactly how that must make her feel. 'She isn't him love. He's gone, he isn't coming back.' Victoria shudders in your arms at the mere thought of the man who tormented her for years, you gently massage the back of her neck soothing her. When you lean back you touch the red mark on her cheek, her bright blue eyes look down, she tilts her head bringing your hand to her lips pressing a soft kiss. The Baroness lets go of you and takes your hand tugging gently making you follow her back to the bed. Okay, making is a strong word, you didn't take much convincing. She lies down and then tugs you with her, she shuffles over and you lay on your side leaning over her going in for another gentle kiss. She reaches up lightly stroking your hair, you trace your finger over her jaw and down the center of her throat. Loosening the oversized bow at her collar gives you more access to her decollete so you press a few more soft kisses. 'Can I ask you something?' she strokes your cheek. You look into those hypnotic blue eyes momentarily distracted from unbuttoning her blouse.

'Anything.' Victoria plays with your hair. 'Do you ever regret the things you have done for me?' You inhale. 'If this is about Cruella-' She touches your lips. 'Not that. I mean....Wilhelm, Catherine, John, all these secrets you have kept for me.' You lean down your lips meet her kissing her softly. 'No. I don't regret any of it. Wilhelm may never have appreciated that his wife was a goddess but I always have. I remember when we met how snooty you were.' Victoria pulls a face looking appalled, you purse your lips and quirk an eyebrow. 'I...' The Baroness pouts at you. 'And I remember falling in love with you day by day until that first night you let me experience you.' Your hand goes to the pencil skirt slowly pushing it up causing Victoria to lick her lips. 'And then the next day you paid me like a whore.' Victoria blushes furiously. 'How was I to know you didn't require payment you never indicated you had feelings otherwise. I didn't want to stiff you.' You smirk, and she raises an eyebrow. 'What?' You shrug. 'Just an odd choice of words as I'm usually the one stiffing you.' Victoria's eyes widen and she blushes furiously lightly slapping your shoulder. 'Yn!' You laugh and lean down kissing her passionately, she buries her fingers in your hair. You help free her from her blouse and it gets tossed on the floor.

The Baroness pushes you back slightly and shimmies her skirt up a little further so it doesn't restrict her legs as she moves on top of you. 'Hmm.' She tugs your black top off, you aren't dressed particularly formally as you have nowhere to go today. Unlike a certain lady who permanently felt the need to dress like she was walking the red carpet. You squeeze her arse as her fingers run over your lingerie admiring the cute little gold HB jewel on your House of Baroness bra. 'Still wearing my brand I see.' she smirks with satisfaction. 'Well, you did give me this as a gift. Or was it simply designed to make sure I wasn't involved with any other suitors?' you smirk giving her rear another little gentle squeeze. Victoria looks at you with an amused expression and a raised eyebrow, scoffing she puts her finger under your chin making you look directly into her eyes. 'Don't be ridiculous dear, of course not. You are mine.' she leans down kissing you passionately, you know she is right. You know you are hers. The sooner this farce of a dinner is over, the sooner Cruella is gone and you can live out the rest of your lives in peace. You loosen the long brunette locks as you kiss her, and you both melt into each other. It's difficult to tell who is in charge this time.

Clothes are thrown carelessly to the floor you even get her out of that damn restricting corset trailing a line of soothing kisses up her back. She kisses your chest and your breasts making you willing to arch for her. You look up at her sharing a look of seduction. 'Nightstand.' You whisper and she leans over to open the drawer for the phallic object when she feels your tongue lick her exposed clit from behind. Her eyes widen and she lets out a moan. The moans echo throughout Hellman Hall.

Cruella paces back and forth in front of a very stressed-looking Jeffrey who is trying to map out clues for a murder mystery party that needs to be completed by the weekend. He stressfully scratches his head some of his hair falls out. He looks at the strands in his hand letting out a pitiful whine. 'I mean really who the hell does she think she is, I didn't ask for her help with my design. Her arrogance even now is astounding the woman is beyond the limit...' she frowns hearing the noises. 'What is that?' Jeffrey whimpers watching his hair fall to the floor then also picks up on the noise, he immediately blushes. Cruella's eyes widen. 'What? Are they? They aren't...? Oh god.'

'Oh god! Harder!'

'Oh god ! I don't need to hear that.' Estella cringes placing her hands over her ears and quickly leaves the building.

'Yn! Yn! Yn! Yn!!!'