My mind travels in and out of the world of dreams but not waking up completely, I can feel soft sheets under my back but my sore muscles remain limp and my brain refuses to order my eyes to open so I can face a new day. It's not only because of laziness and exhaustion but fear too... how am I supposed to look at Ruby's face after all the things we did last night? Shame mixed with pride fills my chest when I remember the things I did and she did, things I told her and things she whispered in my ear, the way I twisted and how many times I begged her not to stop... It was amazing, a night of pure ecstasy like she promised me, a bit awkward sometimes, but the moment I stopped overthinking, it turned into something easy and pleasant... I was able to find out what I'm capable of when I lose the inhibition for the first time in my life... I managed to give her an orgasm... I smile in my mind when I remember her moans, her hot and wet folds against my tongue, her flushed skin and the way her body got tensed on top of me before her hips bucked while pulling my hair hard. Then, she kissed me and said she was very proud of me...
I sigh sleepy and try to turn on the bed but something stops me. I open my eyes all of a sudden, scared, and struggle to move my arms and legs but it's futile, my heart races when I understand my wrists and ankles are handcuffed to the bed and I'm lying face up on the mattress, squirming like a helpless worm. I look around anxiously and find her sitting next to me, naked and beautiful... she stares at me with a straight face while smoking a cigarette calmly. This Ruby looks nothing like the woman who drove me crazy of pleasure last night and panic bursts in my chest while I try to free myself.
"Ruby..."
"Shhh... I promised you a night of good lesbian sex, without pain, and I kept my promise... I've been a good girl... but we never talked about what was going to happen the next day." The singer winks and me and stubs her cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand.
"No, please... let me go... Ruby... madam..." I beg, more and more scared, and she shakes her head clicking her tongue upset, before leaning her hand on my cheek looking right into my eyes.
"I thought I already made this clear... you must trust me, remember?" My gasps echo through the room while I try to bring air to my lungs and I feel I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown, writhing on the mattress.
"Let me go... I want to go back to my room... stop this..." I whisper while my legs shake and she stares at me in disbelief.
"Iselen!" Her hands tangled in my hair pull harshly and forces me to look at her face, tearing a moan from my throat. "Do you really think I'd hurt you?"
"I think you'd be able to do it if you wanted..."I whisper stopping my movements, keeping on fighting is stupid since I'll be unable to go if she doesn't allow it. A single tear runs down my cheek and she leans forward to catch it between her lips.
"Of course I could, baby girl, and the fear you're feeling is part of the excitement... But I won't do it, do you understand it? I'm not a sociopath, babe, although sometimes I pretend to be one if it suits my interests... and I care about you... You need to do this, Iselen, you need to break free from conventionalisms and relax, enjoying in every possible way... let me help you..." Her lips graze mines when she speaks and I can't help chuckling.
"You'd say anything to get what you want from me, even trying to persuade me that this is what I want too..." My body goes limp when my mind surrenders to the inevitable, whatever is going to happen in this bed is out of my control.
"Of course I would," she answers amused. "But I know you want this, I've seen it in your eyes, baby girl."
"I want a safe word..."
"No," she cuts me off abruptly moving away.
"Please, madam..." I beg looking at her while she leans to grab something from the nightstand.
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Hard Fucking Death Core
FanfictionSex, drugs, rock and roll... and leather jackets.