CHASING ASH (GXG MAFIA) BURN THE DEVIL SEQUEL

Chapter Twenty

warning: smut, smut, and some more smut :)

Jane P.OV.

Waking up the next morning felt like it was all an amazing dream I morphed together out of will, but the wine bottle sitting in my stomach, flowing up to my head was confirming my new reality. I stretch my arms out, my hands stroking the empty pillow beside me, craving for the void to be filled with her. Her grumpy snores, accompanied by her arms up in the air, completely oblivious to the inevitable, as if once she sleeps, she is a teenage girl again, her mind free from the monsters creeping in. "Morning beautiful" Carmilla greets as she steps out of my bathroom, a black bandeau covering her chest with a towel resting against her hips, giving me the perfect view of her toned stomach. Her wet, shoulder length hair was slicked back behind her ears as it rested on her shoulders, her skin glowing under the sun shining through the window, hitting all the parts that resembled her a goddess.

"Good morning" I collect myself, her grin letting me know I've been staring for a little too long. My nose twitches as she steps towards me, inhaling the familiar floral shower gel. "Did you use my shower gel?" I tease as she stands before me, smirking as she rolls her eyes.

"It was yours or your husbands, and I'd much rather smell yours all day" she states softly, her arms leaning over to rest her body on her palms as they pressed down the mattress. I lean the back of my head against the wooden headboard, appreciating her lowering to my eye level.

"It suits you, maybe I can get you a little pink loofah to go with it" I murmur with a bitten smile, relishing to witness her face drop into an unamused expression.

"Are you mocking me Jane?" she questions, her voice low as she tilts her head. I follow her movement, challenging the tilt in her head with one of my own.

"Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?" I taunt, mimicking her tone before finishing. "Princess"

She lets out a bewildered chuckle under her breath, causing my stomach to churn, her reaction making me nervous all of a sudden. "Call me princess again" she challenged as my nerves blended with excitement and anticipation. I purse my lips, unable to take on her request, or rather, her threat. "Don't get all nervous now, you were so brave just a second ago" she cooed, one hand traveling to my thighs as she tapped them lightly.

My heart pounds, clenching my thighs together, I bite my lips, not wanting to repeat what I said. Her eyes are trained on mine, waiting for me to say it again, but I can't get it to slip out of my lips. "I don't want to '' I mumble under my breath, lowering my eyes to glance at her hand now reaching for my inner thigh.

"You don't want to?" she taunted, her voice gentle yet so intimidating. "You said it once, you can say it again I'm sure" she urged, her grip around my thigh tightening to the point that I'll have a sweet memory of it later when I look in the mirror.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that" I apologized with a pout as my eyes smiled ferociously, my toes curling behind her back.

"Oh come on, you can do a little better than that, say it. Call me that again "Carmilla tittered as she challenged me once more, although the warning threatened me a good time, so who am I to refuse?. Pulling all the confidence I have in me, I inhale harshly before uttering the word.

"Princess" I state with my head raised lightly, feigning control. Remaining frozen with my back against the bed frame, I wait for a response. Wishing I could roll the words back behind my tongue, I watch her features form into one I have never seen before.

Carmilla watches me for a brief moment, possibly deciding on what punishment to pick, the air is so thick, I swallow down to grasp for the clear air in my lungs. "Okay" Carmilla concludes nonchalantly, her body rising from above me, the air suddenly feeling colder once she steps towards the foot of the bed. Okay? That's it? I watch her like a hawk, in distrust of her calm,  response, knowing it is impossible for her ego to let that slide, not once but twice. My body leans as she steps onto the bed, setting herself down beside me in the bed, her hand traveling down the towel wrapped around the low of her waist. "If I'm a princess, what does it make you?" she questions, her voice low and scheming.