𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚

Two

Lisa ushered her into an immaculate bathroom and closed the door behind them, most likely to prevent Rosé's escape, since they were alone in the penthouse and clearly long past the issue of privacy. Still naked, heart racing, Rosé stood by the sink and watched dazedly as Lisa sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the faucet. Lean arms flexed as Lisa tested the water with her hand. The easy confidence in her movements made Rosé's throat go dry. She tore her gaze away when Lisa plugged the drain, nervous about what would happen when the focus returned to her.

Lisa didn't seem to be in any hurry. She uncapped a bottle of bubble bath and squirted a generous dollop into the steaming water. "Come tell me if this is too hot."

Strangely touched by the offer, Rosé took a tentative step forward. "Yes, master." She held her hand beneath the flow of water. It was hot, but not hotter than she liked. "That feels wonderful." She startled when Lisa's hand caressed the curve of her bare ass.

"So do you."

Rosé straightened, at a loss for words. A sharp slap on her bottom tore a gasp from her throat and prompted a hasty response. "Thank you, master."

"You're very welcome." Lisa slid her hand lower, stroking gently. She traced patterns with blunt fingernails, teasing ever closer to the juncture of Rosé's thighs. "Are you wet?"

"Yes."

Tapping the inside of her thigh, Lisa murmured, "Open."

Rosé set her feet apart, obeying the command as though she had been trained to do so. Lisa made a quiet, approving noise, then dragged her fingertips through the abundant wetness between Rosé's legs. Whimpering, Rosé closed her eyes. It was overwhelming to be touched so intimately. It had been far too long.

"Oh," Lisa said softly, "So, so wet. You like being told what to do."

She considered the statement. For years she'd gotten herself off on fantasies about being taken by a dominant lover. So far her desires had easily translated into real life. "Yes, I do. Master."

"That's good." Lisa pushed her fingers deeper into Rosé's folds, making her gasp. "You looked so put together in your work clothes, like such a good girl. But you're not, are you? You're not a good girl. No, sweet, innocent Rosie wears sexy black lingerie beneath her business casual attire. Her pussy drips with excitement at the thought of being fucked by a stranger."

She'd expected the verbal humiliation, the degradation. After all, she'd written it into the script. She'd paid for it. The words made her cheeks burn even as her desire spiked. Conflicted, she avoided meeting Lisa's eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of soft fingers exploring her.

Lisa withdrew from between her legs. She brought her hand to her lips, meeting Rosé's eyes as she used her tongue to clean her fingers. "Delicious," Lisa murmured.

"Thank you, master." Rosé's knees wobbled. She reached back with one hand, desperate for something to hang onto. She found the sink and took an inadvertent step away from Lisa, resting on the cool porcelain with a grateful sigh. Waiting for another admonishment, she held her breath and met Lisa's gaze.

Lisa stared at her, blank-faced. Almost cold. "Do you like being fucked?"

It was difficult to maintain her composure under such blunt questioning, far more difficult than she'd ever imagined. Her face was on fire. Her hands were shaking. "I..." An unwelcome thought flitted into her mind, could she handle what Lisa was going to dish out? Her fantasy was hard-edged. Rough. She'd never played this dynamic before in real life, and though the thought sure as hell got her off, she couldn't deny that she was already shaken, and they still had a long way to go. Fantasy-Rosé was always so fearless when she submitted to harsh treatment. Real-Rosé couldn't seem to relax. "I think so."