In Heat - Jenlisa

Chapter 62 - Brat

Jennie sits next to Lisa at dinner and spends the entire hour plotting.

She's not an idiot. She knows what Lisa has been up to over the last week, highly aware of all the ways Lisa has prodded and tested the strength of her self-control.

At first, Jennie thought it was unintentional; Lisa might not have known what it would do to her to constantly wake up to a bare thigh slung over her hips. Lisa might not have realized exactly how much it taxed Jennie's composure to see those pretty pink clothes encroaching on her side of the room, thoroughly invading Jennie's space and eliciting lewd fantasies of what it would be like for Lisa to build a nest meant for both of them to share.

Then, Lisa emerged from the bathroom for dinner dressed in a criminally short skirt and what essentially amounted to a paper-thin caricature of a shirt, eyes wide and hungry for Jennie's reaction, and it occurred to Jennie that Lisa might have been acting with purpose all along.

If Jennie wasn't so on edge, she would applaud her pretty pet for being so inventive with her chosen method of psychological torture. Testing whether or not Jennie will live up to her mandate of no fucking during the research period by prancing around in next to no clothing.

Jennie is ecstatic that Lisa's become comfortable enough with her to begin pushing back. What dominant doesn't love an unruly submissive? But she will have to learn that actions have consequences, and Jennie has never been opposed to biding her time in order to teach a lesson.

***

The last supper with all of their friends is enjoyable, if a little tainted by Lisa's bubbling desperation to get back to the room as soon as possible. The outfit had been a risk. Lisa knew it was a risk, but after enduring days of Jennie embodying the tenets of celibacy with gusto while she was neck-deep in BDSM research, Lisa reached the end of her rope.

"What time is your flight?" Jisoo speaks up. "I might still be awake, depending on when you leave. We could do a breakfast send-off."

Jennie nods, slipping her pinky finger inside the waistband of Lisa's skirt. Lisa almost misses a step, eyes wide as she tries not to startle. Jennie hasn't touched her like this since before the tablet.

Out of sight of Rosie and Jisoo, a sharp little nail drags over Lisa's skin.

"We're due to the airport before noon," Jennie calmly responds, which is fortunate considering Lisa's ability to speak dried up the moment Jennie started stroking her. "As we're the only flight scheduled to take off tomorrow, punctuality isn't a matter of life or death. We could delay if you'd prefer."

Jennie aims those last words at Lisa, face perfectly neutral even as Lisa struggles to keep her breathing regular.

A group of boys passes them on the sidewalk, and Lisa feels Jennie's fingertips snake under the hem of her top and jerk it back down over her ribs.

"Sure," Lisa agrees a bit breathlessly, shifting her weight so that the skirt she's wearing swishes against her bare legs. "The later, the better. Means less time with my family," she muses.

Jennie's eyes flick down to Lisa's skirt, drag up her exposed stomach to the cropped shirt Lisa strategically chose for this evening, and finally land on her face.

A breeze shifts the hair off Lisa's shoulders, and though Lisa automatically moves to hold down her skirt before it can balloon out and expose anything essential, she discovers Jennie's hand already clamped in place, pulling the fabric taut. Flush pinkening Lisa's cheeks.

Lisa realizes she's showing more skin than strictly necessary for early summer in New England, but if the sirens can walk around in matching sports bras and bike shorts on a weekly basis, surely she can wear a short skirt and flimsy crop top to one meal. If it makes Jennie hunger for her the way Lisa has hungered during this terrible era of enforced celibacy, all the more reason to keep it up.

Jisoo cocks her head at them.

"You're not flying out of Burlington?" she asks, voice lilted with amusement.

"They're flying private," Rosie replies, smirking at her feet. "Just wait, Lis. The jet even has those pink animal cracker abominations you love so much," she informs her, raising a pointed eyebrow at Jisoo.

Jisoo seems to be exerting a herculean effort not to smirk.

"Pink frosted animal crackers? How specific," she comments. "What else was stocked on board, Roro?"

Rosie adopts a troublesome grin of her own, shoving her hands into her pockets as she rocks forward.

"Hey, Lis—what's your favorite drink?" she asks.

"Rosé," Jennie barks.

"Those little yogurt drinks with the shiny wrappers," Lisa replies, glancing between them. "Why? What's going on?"

Rosie airily says, "Oh, nothing, except—"

"Well, that was an experience. I'm pleased to have known you both," Jennie speaks over her, punctuating her statement with a little nod. "Alas, this is goodbye."

She then pivots and hauls Lisa into the dorm, leaving Lisa to call out, "I'll text you about breakfast!" while trying not to trip over her own feet.

"Jesus, Jennie, slow down!" Lisa splutters, scrambling to follow her up the stairs without breaking any bones in the process. "Why are we running?"

Jennie shoots a look over her shoulder. "We have plans," she retorts.

When they reach the door to their room, Jennie comes to an unexpected halt, hand shooting out to steady Lisa when she predictably pitches forward.

Jennie's grip shifts to Lisa's upper arms. "Go inside and prepare," she orders, eyes intent on Lisa's face. "I will wait for you here."

"Um...sorry, prepare what, exactly?" she hedges.

Jennie drops her arms to her sides.

"This is your meeting, Lisa," she says. "Arrange things how you want them. Then you'll invite me inside."

Lisa gulps, but nods and does as ordered.

Lisa's cheeks raise a new hell, the surge of heat spreading over her chest and stomach and burning under her slutty clothes. Jennie might not know that Lisa's refrained from touching herself since that first night with the tablet, but Lisa sure does. She can practically track down to the minute how long she's been resisting the urge.

The only orgasms Lisa has had in recent weeks have been those delivered courtesy of wet dreams, which was enough of a chore to try and hide from Jennie. Lisa's not sure what explanation Jennie thought of as to why she kept finding Lisa pantsless in her bed, but since no orders to cease and desist came down from on high, Lisa continued to push her luck and cause trouble however she could.

After all, Jennie had a treatise on Brat Taming in her trusty tablet, and what better way to test Lisa's own interest in the practice than to give it a test run?

Inspired by the antics of professional Brats on the online forum she finally found the courage to seek out, Lisa started leaving dirty clothes strewn across both sides of the room instead of just hers. Make it impossible for your dom not to think of you, the commenters had advised. Get as close to breaking the rules as you can without tipping them off.

Jennie had dutifully relocated Lisa's day clothes to their proper hamper, proving she'd at least noticed them—though all of the underwear Lisa left as bait was missing, which was admittedly weird.

In truth, the longer Jennie refrained from fucking her, the more reckless Lisa became.

Perhaps it was the littlest bit cruel to wear such a thin shirt to dinner when Lisa knew a mere glance from Jennie would have her nipples pressing through the fabric for anyone to see, but she was out of ideas.

The whole experience of edging herself was like living on top of a skyscraper while dreaming of falling every night and confirmed what Lisa had already suspected: she's a huge slut for suffering.

Jennie would probably be proud.