A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Nineteen

"I'm telling you I don't know who that was!" The brunette shouted. The other woman at the steering wheel incessantly accused her of being complicit with what transpired minutes ago.

"I can't believe you thought I knew who tried to run you over," she fussed, staring out the window at the passing scenery.

"Just let it slide alright, I'm too tired to argue with you anyway."

"Thank god," Amberle muttered and the woman shot her an icy glare. She rolled her eyes.

At the apartment several minutes later, Amberle wasted no time to head into the home before the woman.

"I want you to shower and meet me in the master bedroom when you're done," Joslyn said, her head stuck through the doorway of the room Amberle occupied.

Reluctantly, the brunette did as told. She showered, brushed her hair before turning up to the room. Once she was there she found Jos going through some a box filled with obscure objects. The angry woman turned to her, she saw doubt and regret floating within the ocean eyes.

"Kneel," She ordered in a cold tone and reluctantly Amberle slid to the floor.

"I'm going to restrain you, tonight."

"I don't want to be restrained." Said the brunette.

"Why not?"

"I'm not great with them so can we please not talk about this."

"Then what do you want?" Asked Jos and the girl fumbled for an answer. She didn't want to be tied up like some animal.

"I'll choose for you, how about this rope?" Joslyn showed her the rope, it was soft and with it, she surfaced a pair of scissors. "I can always cut you free if you get too anxious,"

The girl wavered the idea of the rope. The colour was pretty enough. Inevitably she nodded, "Fine,"

"We haven't discussed a safe word for you in the past, so what would you like for it to be?"

"A safe word?"

"Yeah to use during our scenes."

"I-I don't know,"

"What's your favourite colour?" She asked staring down at the round face.

"I don't have one," responded Amberle.

"Strange, pick one."

"I don't know, Red,"

"So it's settled, your safe word is red."

"What are you going to do to me?" Amberle was curious.

"First, I'll bind your hands,"

Amberle swallowed the bulk in her throat. "Then?"

"Then I'll throw you onto this bed, ravish your body with kisses. I'll touch you in ways no one has ever touched you before, I'll fuck the life out of you and then hold you afterwards," Joslyn replied and the girl's stomach fluttered and along came that heartbeat pounding away inside of her core.

Skillfully, the woman slipped the girl's bra from her body, her breathing was slowed at first but suddenly became uneven at the thought of being dominated by Joslyn.

"Why are you nervous?" She asked clasping Amberle's hand.

"I..I'm flustered."

"That's good to know," the blonde said, enjoying the girl's embarrassment.

Dragging her hand along the slender throat, Joslyn gently squeezed the sides of as she pulled Amberle's face to hers, crushing their lips together.

"My sweet baby, moan for me." She encouraged when the young girl moaned. It sent a pulse through her body and in silence Amberle couldn't wait for the woman to touch her where it ached the most.

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You always see authors say bra and I think that is because none truly knows how to spell brazhere