Sarah Paulson - ONE SHOT

Ms Venable Pt. 2

DIRTY LITTLE LIAR

Smut. 

A/N - Y'all I'm sorry, I have written this chapter a far too many times but I always fall asleep without saving it (which is entirely my own fault) so I've just been incredibly unmotivated to actually commit to this, hence me making one shots and not a book lmao - anyhow shout out to sarahlovebot for consistently pestering me enough for me to finally do it. I hope it lives up to the standards that I set in the previous one which btw everyone is so nice tf.

And I was right - for days now not only wasn't anything in the library spoken about - no words were spoken at all. Instead my submission was an access key to silent communication in dark hallways and smacks of her cane to my ankles in each passing moment. The acknowledgment alone demolished every other thought that entered my mind.

Now submission was beyond physical, she'd accomplished the dream of every radicalised regime I researched in the time before - complete utter control, one where the freedom of thought was even eradicated. I wasn't a grey anymore and the system of cogs I used to work for had to suffice without me because now my only purpose was to serve her, to serve Ms Venable and I fucking loved it.

With every night my final thought was of how her body loosened when my name slipped from her tired lips that night or how her saying I disgusted her translated into a compliment  and the warmth of her 'loosely knitted blanket' suddenly became much tighter.

I'd yet to touch myself knowing that it would never be enough and blemishing the memory of the previously denied orgasm was an impossible idea that I'd thus forbidden my own hands from committing to. Even though the amount of desperation was now becoming apparent to my peers I often found myself constantly surrounded whilst lacking my superior. Consequently she was bound to hear the whispers from the assumptions the others posited to each other because in a place like the unknown was quickly turned into the known amongst us even if the 'known' wasn't entirely factual it was still more rewarding then the ulterior option.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts I noticed I'd washed all of the previously dirty plates and relished in the idea of dragging my worn out body to bed to regenerate, my mind however was more awake than ever, with the lack of Ms Venables presence at breakfast and dinner today rattling in my mind, anxiety attempted to surround me but my body fought it off with its stubbornness to admit to complete defeat, but I still was anxious - without her I felt more vulnerable than ever. Before slipping back into the same thoughts that'd been consuming me all day, Ms Mead entered the kitchen with her shallow amount of intimidation that was almost transparent despite her face never changing.

"Grey. Ms Venable demands your service in her room. Follow me now." as I said, shallow. But she knew even without the command I'd be eager to assist as every act had the possibility to be exchanged for something else.

And I knew the exchange wouldn't disappoint me.

I followed Ms Mead as she lead the way to the once forbidden corner of outpost III. My head focused itself on the movement of my feet and as they moved my heart copied at twice the pace. Ms Meads' heavy breaths carried through out the long corridors, which did the opposite of calm my anxious disposition. In what felt like hours was mere minutes I arrived and Ms Mead was no longer there.

I then contemplated the possibility's of knocking the door and what it would lead to, my thoughts raced to every darkest corner of my mind and the anticipation manifested between my legs with the heat rising up my body.

I knocked, softly. Shuffling onto either foot I waited silently, there was movement within her room but for several minutes it never grew louder towards the other side of the door. I was now more impatient than ever so I took my hand up again and braced to knock even harder; as I leaned into it the door opened and Ms Venables just as impatient face met mine as she grabbed the wrist of the arm I'd lifted and pulled me into the room and pushing me roughly against the door so it closed with a bang. My breath hitched and her grip tightened.