Jillian// Hidden in the Stone Walls (The Rewrite)

Chapter 4

Jillian was tossed over the foot of her bed and bent with her legs hanging off the edge. She felt the bed dip with each movement of Veronica behind her. The boss grabbed Jillian's hair at the base of her neck, pulling the younger's face into her neck, whispering into her ear, "This is what happens to disrespectful girls." Jilly shivered at the heat against her neck. "You're going to get three hits each side. If you want me to stop use a safe word." Jillian stayed silent in her position, the only sound coming from her was labored breathing.

"What's the word gonna be, princess?" Veronica asks with a smirk evident in her voice.

"Red" Jilly replied scared at the churn of pleasure in her heat.

"Red?" Jillian nodded, "Okay, that's pretty common." Veronica flipped Jillian onto her stomach landing her right hand on Jillian's left cheek, her left hand still holding tight to the nape of Jillian's hair. Jillian yelped but it came out like a stifled moan.

"Let me hear you," Veronica whispered seductively. Jillian moaned at the following contact with her ass and gripped her sheets, now being pushed up onto all fours.

"This is what bad girls get for being mean to daddy." Jillian crumpled inwardly, arms giving in, at the words. Did she have a daddy kink? Veronica pulled Jillian back up just to slap her left cheek again causing her to fall back forward, letting out the small sobs she had been holding in.

"Red." Jilly breathed out completely overwhelmed by the sensations. Veronica grabbed Jillian and pulled her back into her lap, mildly stroking her hair while she sobbed into her chest.

"I'm sorry princess, I didn't mean to hurt you." Jillian nodded in acknowledgment, "Do you wanna be done for tonight, baby?"

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Jillian woke to Veronica's deep caramel eyes staring daggers into hers. "Ahh, what the fuck V?!?" Jillian exclaimed disoriented, sitting up abruptly, still stuck in some sort of sub-space mindset.

"Shh, baby, lay back down."

"No, I have to use the restroom," Jilly said attempting to get up and out of Veronica's big spoon hold.

"I wouldn't sit down all the way, sweetheart." the snarky boss said quickly dropping her shit-eating grin.

"Wait, why? Oh-"

"Yeah." the usually cheeky girl was staring awkwardly at Jillian. This was precisely why she didn't want to get emotionally involved with Jillian because she knew what she was capable of and didn't wants the innocent girl involved with her psychotic, sadistic ways.

"You're into some scary shit," Jillian said sarcastically but in reality, she wasn't being sarcastic.

"Yeah," Veronica replied awkwardly, still stuck in her thoughts.

Jillian turned to walk away because she couldn't handle the tension anymore and besides she had to pee, "Okay well, I'm gonna go now, but if you even wanna do that again just let me know. I'm always down."

Jilly left Veronica awestruck at the normalcy of the sentence laid in between them.

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***next morning***

"Good morning babe," Jillian said skipping into the dining room with her breakfast. The uptight leader almost choked on her coffee when she looked over her newspaper too look at her pupil. Jillian was dressed in a crotch-length, see-through dark red nightgown, with the sternum section circled out. The high collar looked like a leash chokehold, and the middle of the collar was cut out low enough to show the slight cleavage she had. The older recovered fast and swiftly jumped up to grab Jillian's arm and drag her back to change.

"What the fuck do you think you're wearing?"

"What do you mean?" Jillian replied in mock innocence, with a small pout, "Don't you like my pretty dress?" Veronica just shook her head and took her into her bedroom. "Woah I've never been in your room before V."

"Yeah."

Taking a step closer to Veronica and placing a hand on her boss's shoulder Jillian said seductively, "So, what are you going to do to me for wearing my cute dress out of my room?"

"Nothing, because we have a meeting to get to." Jillian gasps and pulls back huffing before placing herself on Veronica's king-sized bed. "I'm gonna dress you because I don't trust your choice of clothes. Okay?"

"Mkay," she numbly replied.

Veronica walked backward into her walk-in, and closely behind her was Jillian swaying her hips more than acceptable. "If you keep doing that we might just not be able to go out after the meeting." Jillian was conflicted. On the one hand, she hasn't gone outside since their day in the garden, but on the other, she definitely wants to sleep with her boss. The younger of the two stopped mid-step and let out the most dramatic gasp. The "walk-in" wasn't a walk-in at all, it was a whole fucking other room. A room of at least 2,000 sq ft. with Victorian library-type high ceilings.

"What?"

"Holy shit!"

"What?"

"Why is it so fucking big V?"

"Because it can be. When you're as rich as me you just start collecting shit. Think of it as helping the economy."

"How is it helping the economy?"

"Well, if I hoarded all the drug money we earned the government would have to make more and that would flood the market. Then there would be a recession and then money would lose its value... yadda yadda yadda. It's all bullshit anyway."

"Want me to be honest with you?" Veronica nods, "I don't care about what you're saying. You being smart is kinda turning me on."