The Love of a Thornbush

Dishes - Chapter Twenty

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I didn't leave my room for a while after the handcuff incident. As soon as I was released, my bedroom door was locked to prevent another 'misunderstanding'

Even so, strange occurrences happened inside the bedroom to put me on edge.

Little packets of love heart sweeties randomly spawned on my nightstand during the dark hours of early morning. I'd fall asleep with an empty table, but wake up with a single little tube of them waiting for me.

It was so creepy, but I had a strange feeling I knew who was leaving them.

When, after around a week, I did actually leave my cave of solitude I was... Wary, to be frank. Andromeda acted as if nothing was wrong, the way she had when I first arrived.

"So-" Andy brushed past me, hip subtly bumping against mine "-what would you like for dinner, sweetheart?"

"Uh..." I fumbled for an answer as I washed the dishes from our late lunch, the sticky toffee lathered onto the plate was difficult to scrub "...I don't know"

Andromeda let out a light chuckle, kneeling down to get a better look into a low down cupboard "Well what do you fancy? Chicken?"

My eyes lingered on her, head in the cupboard as she rested on her knees. The curve of her butt in those wide legged beige trousers made me drool,

"Mm... Maybe spaghetti, or actually I think we may have some lasagna left over from last night!" She stood up abruptly, catching my gaze with a little smile as she briskly made her way across the kitchen "I'll check the fridge"

Andromeda smirked to herself as I blushed and busied myself with the dishes once more. Her eyes observed me with amusement. An idea was brewing.

The older witch stepped herself into my shadow, out of my periferal vision. She peeked over my shoulder  to see the state of my work.

I realised her presence upon the misty breath sweeping over my throat. Andromeda placed a hand on my waist, and whispered beside my ear "good job, love"

Andy's front pressed against me, and I felt every little detail of her body making me breathless. Her soft pink lips brushed my ear. She smiled as I gripped the scrub-brush for dear life.

I was lost in the feeling of her embrace, even as her fingers drummed a tune on my ribs. I turned my head, watching from the corner of my eye as she leaned in-

"Spaghetti or Lasagna?" I blinked in response.

"What?"

She smiled, innocence playing in her eyes while her lips resisted a smirk.

"Answer me, darling. Spaghetti..."

"Ah-" my quiet gasp didn't go unnoticed as Andromeda reached her hand down to cup my cunt through the lining of my pyjama shorts.

"...or lasagna"

"I-i don't know-"

She chuckled, a little grin of amusement playing about her as she breathed into my ear "don't think I didn't catch that little look, sweetheart. Don't worry... I feel quite the same way" the older witch laid a little kiss to the sweet spot just under my ear "you are just... Mmm" at the taste of my skin she let out a quiet, restrained moan deep in her throat "irresistible"

Her fingers toyed with me through the thin fabric of my pyjamas, I tried to resist but I couldn't take the pressure on my clit. A little strangled moan teased her.

What was she doing? My breath hitched as she played with the waistband of my shorts. Andromeda whispered "do you want this, sweetheart?" Her voice was soft, but raspy at the same time. I didn't know how to respond.

Her fingernails glided over the soft skin of my stomach, apparently not waiting for an answer as she slowly guided herself inside my underwear.

"Mh-" my protest was covered up by a moan, her finger parted my lower lips and slowly skirted around my clit to tease me. I closed my eyes and tried to fight the feeling of her fingers exploring, slowly savouring my body like it was the first time she'd ever touched a woman.

With my Mistress, I was used to almost daily tampering. Even sometimes more than once, depending on her mood. Since my removal from her household my body burned for touch, seemingly it didn't realise it's captor was long gone and unable to satisfy it.

I was so desperate, I closed my eyes and let her do as she wished. Andromeda had no hesitation.

"I'm going to put myself inside of you, little darling" Andromeda cooed, sensuality dripping in every word "have you touched yourself since you've been in my home?"

All I could do was gasp as she circled my opening, teasing and gentle in a cruel light.

"I need an answer, sweetie" she hushed, the tip of her teeth brushing my earlobe as she grinned. Finally, I was giving into my urges and allowing her to have me. Andromeda tried to hide the excitement building between her legs, even as her thighs tensed with delight.

My breath came out in short, staggered gasps "n-no-"

"That's a lie" her voice whispered "you aren't wet enough, you must have done it in the last week at least"

"I haven't!" My voice cracked, and a little moan ripped out of me as her middle finger dipped inside of my cunt.

"Well then, let's find out if you're a filthy little liar" Andromeda rested her head on my shoulder, eyes examining me with an obsessive shine.

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