Yes, Mistress ?

Alone Together

A/N listen to Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless to get a better understanding to the references ;)

~Lacey's POV~

I'm in the middle of cleaning the dining room table, humming along to Doll Parts by Hole as I hear the click clack of Taylors heels. I don't look up at her, instead I just continue with the task at hand.

"Gray." She snaps

"Yes, Mistress?" I ask, looking up at her.

"Follow me."

I raise an eyebrow, confused. "Uh.."

She rolls her eyes. "Follow me down to the river." She says, then turns on her heel and walks away. I turn off the music and drop the sponge, following her quickly.

The walk down to the river is silent. Probably because she walks fast and I can't match her pace to keep up, so there was no conversation to be shared.

We soon arrive at the river and Taylor picks up a small cup on the river bank. I wrinkle my nose a little as I think of how long that's been there and how dirty it must be.

Taylor sees out of the corner of her eye and smirks a little. "Shouldn't you be used to that by now? Dirt?"

I frown and look away. I guess I'm used to her petty insults by now, but I still don't like them.

I watch as she dips the cup into the water of the river and scoops out a cupful of the water. She gets up and looks at me, holding the cup out. "Drink."

"What?"

"Drink while the water's clean." She says, her voice laced with impatience. I look at the water in the cup, then back out at the river.

It is surprisingly clear. The water is blue and shimmering, and the water in the cup was clear.

"W-why..?" I ask, nervous as to what she was trying to make me do.

She rolls her eyes again. "Don't you listen to anything Gray? Drink the goddamn water!"

I hesitantly take the cup from her hands, taking a sip of the liquid. It tastes surprisingly good, like aloe vera. It slowly trickles down my throat, immediately quenching my thirst.

I look up into her watchful gaze, as she nods at me to keep drinking. I look back at the cup and within a matter of seconds I drank the whole thing.

"Good, isn't it?" She asks softly, her hand running up my arm. I watch her hand carefully, thinking she might break my arm or something

She chuckles a little, sensing my anxiety. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you.." she mumbles, pressing her soft lips to my forehead.

"M-mistress.. what are you doing?" I ask in a whisper.

"Shh.." she tells me, her other hand snaking around my waist and pressing my petite body against her much taller one. As I look up at her she slowly leans in, pressing her lips to mine.

I stand there, wide-eyed and unresponsive as I think about what's currently happening. My mistress; my strict, rude,  demanding, abusive mistress, is kissing me... and I like it..

I close my eyes and lean into her lips, kissing her back softly. I drop the cup, reaching up on my tip toes wih my hands placed gently on her slim waist. I feel her smile into the kiss at my decision to respond to her actions.

After a while we pull away, due to my lack of breathing. Taylor was perfectly fine, her breath not faltering in the slightest. She smiles down at me, stroking my hair. I blush and look away.