"With every glance she steals, my heart tightens, bound by the thrill of belonging to her, where power and love intertwine forever."
• Medea Solon x Roxana Agriche
➳ 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡�...
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"He wants me to discipline you, to break that arrogance of yours." --ꨄ--
An hour had quietly slipped by, and Roxana now found herself perched on Medea's lap, her thighs firmly gripped and gently squeezed by her.
Their lips moved together in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion filled with a tension that neither could ignore.
Medea's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze never leaving Roxana's face as she pressed forward, her tongue tracing the curve of Roxana's lips, silently requesting entry. With a slight parting of her lips, Roxana granted her access, the warmth of the kiss deepening.
'I can't seem to understand her... She's utterly unreadable,' Roxana mused, her thoughts momentarily clouded by confusion. Her thumb brushed softly against the side of Medea's neck with a fleeting touch.
Everything seemed to blur, the moments tumbling together, and for a brief instant, Roxana realized how thoroughly distracted she had become, the original purpose of leaving Medea’s room now completely forgotten.
As Roxana’s gaze lingered on Medea, her eyes slowly drifted to the leash attached to the collar around her neck.
A flicker of control flashed through her mind, 'Ah, I could easily have her at my mercy this way...'
With swift precision, her hand reached out and gripped the leash, yanking it harshly. Medea was pulled with a forceful tug beside her, leaving Roxana now on top.
The sudden shift made Medea’s eyes widen in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. "...What are you doing?" she murmured, voice low and unsettled.
"A play, you say?" Roxana scoffed, the leash tight in her grasp as she shifted her position, straddling Medea’s stomach, their gazes locked. "This is more than a game now—just plain sex."
Her lips curved in a dangerous smile, her tone dripping with a mix of challenge and finality. "You've had your fun. Now, I believe it's my turn."
Roxana's words hung heavy in the air, and the blonde knew that after once Medea has been freed, they might as well never see each other again.
The thought brought a certain coldness to her actions, as though this moment was fleeting and disposable.
Medea swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she watched Roxana take control. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, her body tense beneath the other’s weight. Yet, despite the tension, her smirk never faded.
"What are you going to do then?" she asked, voice laced with a teasing challenge, her eyes brimming with that trademark arrogance that never wavered, even in moments like these.
Roxana leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Have you forgotten what my father expects of me?" Her hand slid down to Medea’s breast, her crimson nails digging slightly into the soft flesh.
