Sarah Paulson - ONE SHOT

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Authors note

Kinky ass smut coming right up ladies! I wrote this during an English literature lesson so if I fail college I'm blaming Lady Paulson. I was super excited about the interactions on the first part I published and even more excited to hear back about this dirty ass chapter because Ms Venable is one of the few women I'd bottom for.

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My name is Grey - that's what they called me, but I knew enough about this place to assume that I was somebody else before, a whole of a women instead of a cog that kept outpost III running, an instrument that's taught itself to sing oh so very quietly and scrub floors in circular motions so that the polish never ran in streaks.

I learnt how to fantasise at night and touch my body in the dark and when if need to change the place in which my teeth dig into inside my mouth so that there was no blood evident in the next days inspection.

I rose from my bed and slipped into the grey dress that I'd worn previously the day before; I glued my eyes to the floor and walked slowly towards the dining hall knowing sudden movement was not appropriate or tolerated - it was breakfast time for the Greys, we usually 'feasted' on one of the half eaten cubes from the day before or almost rotting flesh clinging to unidentifiable bones the purples received as a treat as some sort of form of encouragement to persist in what was the autonomous daily routine of those who survived the nuclear bomb in the previous time. We scurried quickly to finish the little food we had before the heavy grandfather clock rang for seven o'clock - 30 minutes before the Purples and Ms Venable were due to eat theirs. Almost in sync we rose from our chairs and collected our now dirty plates and set the long intimidating table for its more privileged guests to eat upon, during this time my palms began to sweat and my ankles weakened beneath me causing my legs to tremble on its unstable foundations. I'm sure the other Greys felt it too, the thickness of the air choking us slowly as we anticipated the arrival of Ms Venables ruthless and powerful presence, the way her jawline flexed under the candlelight room or her whitened knuckles loosening from her cane as she allowed herself and others to finally sit down.

Her voice was cold but she still managed to expel a certain amount of heat my way, a loosely knitted blanket that i felt that she probably imagined me suffocating in, breathless and begging for her permission to stay alive. Maybe the same way I'd imagined her hand grasped around my throat squeezing until my lips turned blue whilst her other hand slipped between my lips and thrusted angrily almost in disgust feeling my cunt tightening around her fingers. She'd fuck me in the kind of way one could lose all respect for themselves at even the thought alone, but in my head, bloody skin and bruised bodies was more than arousing; the kind of interaction I craved before I closed my eyes to sleep and the image of scarred skin and bitten flesh was normal for a daydream as I make the bed the next day.

The hairs on my arms regained posture as Ms Venables cane banged dominantly against the freshly polished wooden floors, I quickly stole a glance to see her hair pulled back in her usual fashion and the same dress that always left me wanting more, as my eyes travelled their way up her body and finally reaching her eyes to find them staring intently back into mine.

'Oh fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck', I screamed internally.

If I'd learnt almost anything from my stay here its that my eyes were never worthy enough to interact with hers; even for the slightest second and I knew there'd be consequences, thorough, painful consequences, I clenched my thighs together to hopefully relieve the intense rhythm my clit was now pulsating. I was almost asking for it. Perhaps the risk of getting beaten by a stranger was worth the opportunity of getting punished by a women i knew even less. And i probably would have begged for it.

The whole day had passed now without any sign of consequence for my former mistake, i continued to scrub the floors but for the first day in a while i made less of an effort, putting myself in places i knew Ms Venable often ventured into.

However, she never arrived, as if she'd guessed every corner i'd turned and purposely avoided it, the air was full of nervousness but for once it didn't feel like mine, almost hers.
i should've been relived but a part of me was almost disappointed. I wanted to be discarded like another body on her pile of beaten bones. I also wanted to be loved, touched gently but my expectations were taught to be limited but a glimmer of hope remained. I walked into the library with slouched shoulders and heavy eyes ready to read something other than my damned thoughts.

"Grey." she'd been waiting, and suddenly her nervous disposition repaired itself into one of her formally intimidating one.

"Y-yes Ms Venable" my eyes diverted to the ground as i resisted all temptation to break the rules once again. She walked smoothly along the library floor with her cane intentionally making little to no noise. And in that moment i knew whatever was about to happen wouldn't be uttered outside the book filled room.

Her cane made a swift swipe in my direction buckling my knees beneath me, i collapsed onto all fours and a breath of air expelled from Ms Venables mouth in satisfaction of the way she manipulated my body exactly into the position she wanted me in. Without warning her cane strikes my clothed ass sharply making my body elicit moans that were much more suggestive than the ones a truly hurt person would respond with. The speed of her cane coming down upon my ass quickened with excitement but the whips were still uniformed and I knew the scars would line up perfectly like stripes across a once innocent cheek - and during the intermission of which she used the cane to make my ass bare, the wetness between my legs grew exponentially soon dripping down my legs reaching my knees and she noticed, because the cold tip of her cane now gently made contact with my skin which made me flinch more than i did when she whipped me with all her might. So she applied more pressure and dug the cane into my skin cleaning up the disgraceful puddle of arousal i left on the previously clean hardwood panels.

"you disgust me Y/N" she said and disappeared out the room leaving me half naked with my ass pointing to the ceiling and a orgasm that was never quite reached. But she uttered my name, one i hadn't heard in years, one i'd almost forgotten; the way her cold voice turned warm as she elongated the decibels of each letter. As if she's spent a life time saying it and a previous one moaning it.
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Authors Note
Let me know if y'all want a part two!
Also, as i promised sarahlovebot