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madame_denna) wrote2012-02-20 09:54 pm
madame_denna) wrote2012-02-20 09:54 pm
Entry tags:
Indulge me
Pairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: R
Words: ~800
Warnings: none
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legendland
Prompt: 'no prompt' I borrowed 'Cara buys Denna at the brothel' from the already closedlots_pornbattle
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
The small bag makes a clinging sound as it lands at the stony floor, right in front of Denna's feet.
"What is that?" Denna questions, raising one perfect brow delicately.
"A purse full of coin," Cara drawls as she steps closer, invading Denna's personal space without second thought. "Come on pick it up," she taunts, "that's what whores do, isn't it? Get paid."
Cara takes in the erratic twitching of Denna's features with a smile. She knows Denna is barely able to contain her anger and already close to the boiling point. But she does acknowledge the attempt of Denna's false calmness.
"I am no whore," Denna's says slowly, her blue eyes sparkling dangerously.
"Are you not?" Cara smirks, "then it is pure coincidence that you're wearing that kind of dress and live a brothel?"
Denna smiles at that, she knows Cara has a point. Her eyes travel down the length of Cara's body then up again to meet sea-green eyes, "you have no idea what you're bargaining for," Denna whispers, nudging her upper lip with her tongue.
Cara leans in so close, that their faces are only inches apart and her breath caresses Denna's lips as she speaks, "indulge me."
Denna's eyes flutter close as soon as Cara's lips make contact with the soft skin right beneath her ear, causing goose bumps on the pale, flawless skin. Denna's hairs stand on end and she leans unconsciously more into the delicate faint touch of Cara's smooth lips against her flesh. One of Cara's hands is on her thigh, crumbling the soft material of the platinum blonde's dress until it's reaching short over Denna's knees, its high enough so Cara can slide her hand beneath it and touch naked skin. The black dress rolls up a bit, but Cara has no intention to push it up more than necessary. There is something special about women in dresses, especially fucking one, when she still wears it. And even more so, if the one is your former Mistress. Denna hisses through her teeth, as Cara traces the shell of her ear with her tongue, while her fingers have reached their destination and graze over the thin material of Denna's expensive undergarments.
The quiet sounds Denna is making are utterly arousing and Cara thinks it has been far too long for Denna to know what submission feels like, but she will gladly teach her to learn it anew. Her own leathers are far too hot and tight by now and Denna's quiet gasps are not really helping, she wants this, she wants Denna to loose control beneath her touch, she wants her to beg for finally being taken, she wants her name to fall from Denna's lips when she is pushing her over the edge. She wants everything. Everything Denna has always denied her.
"This was not part of our bargain", Denna says, trying to pull herself together, but the way her body seems to disobey her, pressing itself down at Cara's fingers tells a different story. It's a story Cara knows inside out, as well as she knows Denna.
"I paid well, didn't I? It's up to me how I use my time," Cara says, brushing her fingers all the way over Denna's sex, feeling that the silken material of the platinum blonde's garment is already slick and utterly soaked. Denna's bits down on her lip in response, another quiet gasp escaping her throat, that sounds like a moan to Cara's ears, but she chooses not to comment.
Embracing her with her free arm, Cara brings Denna closer to herself, the skin at blonde's back feels like silk beneath her fingers and Cara couldn't be more grateful for the great expanse of skin the dress allows to caress. She feels Denna tremble slightly when she slips her hand in the opening and squeezes Denna's ass, while the other teases the blonde's clit with fingertips through the damp cloth. Denna rewards her with a deep guttural sound, holding tightly on Cara's shoulders.
"What an excellent whore you are Mistress Denna," Cara teases, sucking the blonde's earlobe into her mouth, biting down. Cara is aware how much effort it takes her, but Denna is pulling back, her chilling blue eyes even more penetrating than usual, that it makes Cara long to see it more often.
It's right then, when Denna opens her mouth to scold her, like she always does, and Cara slips her fingers past the silken barrier and is pleased to find her Mistress more than ready.
tbc end xD
Rating: R
Words: ~800
Warnings: none
Written for:
legendlandPrompt: 'no prompt' I borrowed 'Cara buys Denna at the brothel' from the already closed
lots_pornbattleDisclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
The small bag makes a clinging sound as it lands at the stony floor, right in front of Denna's feet.
"What is that?" Denna questions, raising one perfect brow delicately.
"A purse full of coin," Cara drawls as she steps closer, invading Denna's personal space without second thought. "Come on pick it up," she taunts, "that's what whores do, isn't it? Get paid."
Cara takes in the erratic twitching of Denna's features with a smile. She knows Denna is barely able to contain her anger and already close to the boiling point. But she does acknowledge the attempt of Denna's false calmness.
"I am no whore," Denna's says slowly, her blue eyes sparkling dangerously.
"Are you not?" Cara smirks, "then it is pure coincidence that you're wearing that kind of dress and live a brothel?"
Denna smiles at that, she knows Cara has a point. Her eyes travel down the length of Cara's body then up again to meet sea-green eyes, "you have no idea what you're bargaining for," Denna whispers, nudging her upper lip with her tongue.
Cara leans in so close, that their faces are only inches apart and her breath caresses Denna's lips as she speaks, "indulge me."
Denna's eyes flutter close as soon as Cara's lips make contact with the soft skin right beneath her ear, causing goose bumps on the pale, flawless skin. Denna's hairs stand on end and she leans unconsciously more into the delicate faint touch of Cara's smooth lips against her flesh. One of Cara's hands is on her thigh, crumbling the soft material of the platinum blonde's dress until it's reaching short over Denna's knees, its high enough so Cara can slide her hand beneath it and touch naked skin. The black dress rolls up a bit, but Cara has no intention to push it up more than necessary. There is something special about women in dresses, especially fucking one, when she still wears it. And even more so, if the one is your former Mistress. Denna hisses through her teeth, as Cara traces the shell of her ear with her tongue, while her fingers have reached their destination and graze over the thin material of Denna's expensive undergarments.
The quiet sounds Denna is making are utterly arousing and Cara thinks it has been far too long for Denna to know what submission feels like, but she will gladly teach her to learn it anew. Her own leathers are far too hot and tight by now and Denna's quiet gasps are not really helping, she wants this, she wants Denna to loose control beneath her touch, she wants her to beg for finally being taken, she wants her name to fall from Denna's lips when she is pushing her over the edge. She wants everything. Everything Denna has always denied her.
"This was not part of our bargain", Denna says, trying to pull herself together, but the way her body seems to disobey her, pressing itself down at Cara's fingers tells a different story. It's a story Cara knows inside out, as well as she knows Denna.
"I paid well, didn't I? It's up to me how I use my time," Cara says, brushing her fingers all the way over Denna's sex, feeling that the silken material of the platinum blonde's garment is already slick and utterly soaked. Denna's bits down on her lip in response, another quiet gasp escaping her throat, that sounds like a moan to Cara's ears, but she chooses not to comment.
Embracing her with her free arm, Cara brings Denna closer to herself, the skin at blonde's back feels like silk beneath her fingers and Cara couldn't be more grateful for the great expanse of skin the dress allows to caress. She feels Denna tremble slightly when she slips her hand in the opening and squeezes Denna's ass, while the other teases the blonde's clit with fingertips through the damp cloth. Denna rewards her with a deep guttural sound, holding tightly on Cara's shoulders.
"What an excellent whore you are Mistress Denna," Cara teases, sucking the blonde's earlobe into her mouth, biting down. Cara is aware how much effort it takes her, but Denna is pulling back, her chilling blue eyes even more penetrating than usual, that it makes Cara long to see it more often.
It's right then, when Denna opens her mouth to scold her, like she always does, and Cara slips her fingers past the silken barrier and is pleased to find her Mistress more than ready.