Say it again
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madame_dennaPairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1470
Warnings: dub-con (maybe..)
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Prompt: "power [in which Denna is in charge and Cara does not approve]"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: In my defence, I was practically forced to write something... xD
"What do you think you're doing?"
It's Denna's hard voice that makes her stop dead in her tracks, while the muscles on her back tighten visible under skin-tight red leather. A chill runs down her spine, but Cara is rather biting the insides of her cheeks until the taste of blood blossoms on her tongue, before she shows off that the other Mord'Sith has startled her. Moving her head slowly to the side, Cara doesn't deem to turn as she speaks, "shouldn't it be obvious? Leaving." With that she moves further down the corridor, only to hear Denna's voice once again, this time less friendly and far from amused.
"Stop." Denna commands, her voice resonating in the empty corridor like a bell, that turns so awkwardly quiet a second later that one could hear a needle drop to the floor. Denna takes her time before she speaks again, the silence growing thicker with each passing moment and it makes Cara's head spin, as she waits for the words which are surely to come.
"Turn around."
Despite the coldness of her tone Denna is faking a smile and Cara feels the dread rising within her at the sight of it. Denna's stand is rigid, one hand on her waist, the other is clutching her Agiel in a death grip and Cara sees her knuckles turn white around the leather rod even out of the distance.
"Come here, " Denna drawls, her low tone sends ripples of unease through Cara's body, finishing with an unpleasant tingling sensation in her fingertips as she slowly sets one foot in front of the other. She hates Denna's voice, the multitudes of shades the platinum blonde is capable to utter and Cara's body is reacting to it without her consent. Denna is the thorn in her side, always twisting and turning in her flesh inflicting the most of possible pain. The platinum blonde's eagerness to please and her self-importance that seems to know no measures, makes Cara want to choke her until the arrogant smile fades from her inappropriately perfect full lips.
An arms length in front of Denna is where she comes to a halt, resting her weight on her hip, watching Denna with an expression that she hopes Denna will recognize for what she wants it more than anything to be right now, taunting indifference.
Denna says nothing further as she makes a pointed step forward, invading Cara's personal space without the smallest hint of hesitation. Cara literarily feels Denna's probing gaze on her skin, she is leaning incredibly close, until they're almost touching. Almost. Chilling blue eyes settle eventually for staring into her sea green orbs, studying her almost curiously. Denna leans her head to the side, raising a perfectly sculptured brow in question.
"Who allowed you to leave your duties?" Denna asks evenly, her gaze flickering over Cara's face to gauge on every reaction that might escape Cara's guarded features.
Cara's fist tightens painfully with the urge to hit Denna right here and now, to leave a twisted mark on the unscarred pale skin of the blonde's face. But she knows that this is exactly what Denna wants, silently begs, for her to loose control so she can satisfy her insatiable longing for punishment once and again. Cara holds onto the last strings of patience and self-restraint she imagines still to be somewhere deep inside her, begrudging Denna the satisfaction of overwhelming her now.
Cara titles her head to the side so she's staring directly into Denna's blue eyes, which seem to have darkened with the blonde's obvious growing excitement.
"I do not need anyone's permission," Cara whispers threateningly, her breath brushing hotly over Denna's dark red lips as she speaks.
Denna stares in her eyes unfazed for a moment longer, but takes Cara by surprise then, when her hand shots up and closes tightly around her throat, choking her quite effectively. In two strides and with an unexpected strength, which Cara silently gives Denna credit for until her head slams full force against the stone, Denna has her trapped against the wall, before she is even able to take a ragged breath or raise a hand in defiance.
Cara can't stop from trembling, when Denna presses with full body contact into her and her lips graze all the way over her neck up to her ear, earning a shudder in response. Denna's iron grip on her throat tightens even more, while her soft lips never cease their gentle, maddening caress.
"You must want me to reprimand you," Denna breathes, nibbling, biting down on Cara's earlobe, "so badly."
Denna's fingers are working on the fastenings of her belt and a delicate hand is pressing inside her pants, cupping her sex before she even realizes what Denna is up to.
"Tell me that you want me to punish you."
Cara feels a surge of arousal at the command hissed through Denna's teeth and hates her even more - which should be impossible, but she does - when Denna's makes her body react to her orders as if she knew exactly which buttons to press. Denna's hand is still not moving and Cara suspects that Denna knows indeed, when the blonde bites her neck, leaving an angry, throbbing mark on her skin.
"Tell me that you want me," Denna breathes out, flickering her tongue over Cara's now wildly beating pulse point and Cara wills her legs not to tremble, not to give in. "Tell me," Denna continues, her own voice a tad deeper and breathier than before, "that you want my fingers penetrate you as deep as they'll go."
There is simply no possibility that the way Denna's tongue curls around the word penetrate in the most obscene way a human being should be possibly capable of, that it's going to leave her utterly unaffected. And as Denna chooses to underline her statement, moving her middle finger to circle her entrance, Cara knows that there will be a time when she'll stand up against Denna and beat the shit out of her. Cara also knows that it's not going to be today, when her sticky wetness is coating Denna's fingers.
"I don't." Cara grounds out, desperately grasping at the last straws of her self control, realizing too late that her refuse came out far too quickly. At least she manages to force an unrelenting harshness in her voice, but the hint of need swinging with it seems to be perceptible, when she is judging by the way Denna is chuckling, clearly unconvinced, in her ear.
Cara bites her lip over a moan as she feels Denna's finger probing her core, the heel of the blonde's hand grinding in tight circles against her clit. Denna leans back enough to merely gaze at her, a smirk threatening to form as her finger slowly pushes in a bit deeper.
Even with her gloved fingers, Cara knows that, when she feels Denna's nails dug into her skin, forcing her jaw to turn and met the her chilling blue eyes, that there is a point at which she has to accept defeat, especially when it's so blatantly smirking in her face, like Denna is right now.
"Say it", Denna drawls, giving Cara an indication how deep her finger actually can reach and Cara needs to lift her heels from the ground to refrain from going mad this instant. She questions silently how often Denna had been in situations like this in order to behave the way she does. Her thoughts vanish quickly, when Denna withdraws suddenly completely and an unplanned growl of frustration breaks free from her throat.
"Don't stop," Cara wonders briefly about the whispered words and the reason, why Denna would ask her not to stop, before it dawns on her, that it wasn't Denna's quiet plea but her own.
At first Denna only murmurs her consent, licking Cara's lips, her hand between Cara's legs spreading the growing wetness all over her sex.
"Say it again," it's Denna's turn to ground the words out this time, clearly not as unaffected by Cara's shallow gasps of pleasure as she seemed a moment ago.
Cara can't help it anymore, when Denna is pinching her clit, massaging the painfully throbbing knot with delicious pressure, "please," she is panting now, "don't stop."
It only then, when Denna's tongue seeks entrance into her mouth, her tongue moving against Cara's in the same rhythm as three of her fingers are thrusting forcefully inside her, that Cara begins to see stars behind her eyes, but doesn't know if its because of the orgasm building steadily inside her or of the way her head is hitting the stone wall behind her with each thrust of Denna's hand.
The last thought that crosses her mind, before her pleasure takes her completely, is that tomorrow she is going to resist.
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1470
Warnings: dub-con (maybe..)
Summary: Written for
seeker_kinkmemePrompt: "power [in which Denna is in charge and Cara does not approve]"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: In my defence, I was practically forced to write something... xD
"What do you think you're doing?"
It's Denna's hard voice that makes her stop dead in her tracks, while the muscles on her back tighten visible under skin-tight red leather. A chill runs down her spine, but Cara is rather biting the insides of her cheeks until the taste of blood blossoms on her tongue, before she shows off that the other Mord'Sith has startled her. Moving her head slowly to the side, Cara doesn't deem to turn as she speaks, "shouldn't it be obvious? Leaving." With that she moves further down the corridor, only to hear Denna's voice once again, this time less friendly and far from amused.
"Stop." Denna commands, her voice resonating in the empty corridor like a bell, that turns so awkwardly quiet a second later that one could hear a needle drop to the floor. Denna takes her time before she speaks again, the silence growing thicker with each passing moment and it makes Cara's head spin, as she waits for the words which are surely to come.
"Turn around."
Despite the coldness of her tone Denna is faking a smile and Cara feels the dread rising within her at the sight of it. Denna's stand is rigid, one hand on her waist, the other is clutching her Agiel in a death grip and Cara sees her knuckles turn white around the leather rod even out of the distance.
"Come here, " Denna drawls, her low tone sends ripples of unease through Cara's body, finishing with an unpleasant tingling sensation in her fingertips as she slowly sets one foot in front of the other. She hates Denna's voice, the multitudes of shades the platinum blonde is capable to utter and Cara's body is reacting to it without her consent. Denna is the thorn in her side, always twisting and turning in her flesh inflicting the most of possible pain. The platinum blonde's eagerness to please and her self-importance that seems to know no measures, makes Cara want to choke her until the arrogant smile fades from her inappropriately perfect full lips.
An arms length in front of Denna is where she comes to a halt, resting her weight on her hip, watching Denna with an expression that she hopes Denna will recognize for what she wants it more than anything to be right now, taunting indifference.
Denna says nothing further as she makes a pointed step forward, invading Cara's personal space without the smallest hint of hesitation. Cara literarily feels Denna's probing gaze on her skin, she is leaning incredibly close, until they're almost touching. Almost. Chilling blue eyes settle eventually for staring into her sea green orbs, studying her almost curiously. Denna leans her head to the side, raising a perfectly sculptured brow in question.
"Who allowed you to leave your duties?" Denna asks evenly, her gaze flickering over Cara's face to gauge on every reaction that might escape Cara's guarded features.
Cara's fist tightens painfully with the urge to hit Denna right here and now, to leave a twisted mark on the unscarred pale skin of the blonde's face. But she knows that this is exactly what Denna wants, silently begs, for her to loose control so she can satisfy her insatiable longing for punishment once and again. Cara holds onto the last strings of patience and self-restraint she imagines still to be somewhere deep inside her, begrudging Denna the satisfaction of overwhelming her now.
Cara titles her head to the side so she's staring directly into Denna's blue eyes, which seem to have darkened with the blonde's obvious growing excitement.
"I do not need anyone's permission," Cara whispers threateningly, her breath brushing hotly over Denna's dark red lips as she speaks.
Denna stares in her eyes unfazed for a moment longer, but takes Cara by surprise then, when her hand shots up and closes tightly around her throat, choking her quite effectively. In two strides and with an unexpected strength, which Cara silently gives Denna credit for until her head slams full force against the stone, Denna has her trapped against the wall, before she is even able to take a ragged breath or raise a hand in defiance.
Cara can't stop from trembling, when Denna presses with full body contact into her and her lips graze all the way over her neck up to her ear, earning a shudder in response. Denna's iron grip on her throat tightens even more, while her soft lips never cease their gentle, maddening caress.
"You must want me to reprimand you," Denna breathes, nibbling, biting down on Cara's earlobe, "so badly."
Denna's fingers are working on the fastenings of her belt and a delicate hand is pressing inside her pants, cupping her sex before she even realizes what Denna is up to.
"Tell me that you want me to punish you."
Cara feels a surge of arousal at the command hissed through Denna's teeth and hates her even more - which should be impossible, but she does - when Denna's makes her body react to her orders as if she knew exactly which buttons to press. Denna's hand is still not moving and Cara suspects that Denna knows indeed, when the blonde bites her neck, leaving an angry, throbbing mark on her skin.
"Tell me that you want me," Denna breathes out, flickering her tongue over Cara's now wildly beating pulse point and Cara wills her legs not to tremble, not to give in. "Tell me," Denna continues, her own voice a tad deeper and breathier than before, "that you want my fingers penetrate you as deep as they'll go."
There is simply no possibility that the way Denna's tongue curls around the word penetrate in the most obscene way a human being should be possibly capable of, that it's going to leave her utterly unaffected. And as Denna chooses to underline her statement, moving her middle finger to circle her entrance, Cara knows that there will be a time when she'll stand up against Denna and beat the shit out of her. Cara also knows that it's not going to be today, when her sticky wetness is coating Denna's fingers.
"I don't." Cara grounds out, desperately grasping at the last straws of her self control, realizing too late that her refuse came out far too quickly. At least she manages to force an unrelenting harshness in her voice, but the hint of need swinging with it seems to be perceptible, when she is judging by the way Denna is chuckling, clearly unconvinced, in her ear.
Cara bites her lip over a moan as she feels Denna's finger probing her core, the heel of the blonde's hand grinding in tight circles against her clit. Denna leans back enough to merely gaze at her, a smirk threatening to form as her finger slowly pushes in a bit deeper.
Even with her gloved fingers, Cara knows that, when she feels Denna's nails dug into her skin, forcing her jaw to turn and met the her chilling blue eyes, that there is a point at which she has to accept defeat, especially when it's so blatantly smirking in her face, like Denna is right now.
"Say it", Denna drawls, giving Cara an indication how deep her finger actually can reach and Cara needs to lift her heels from the ground to refrain from going mad this instant. She questions silently how often Denna had been in situations like this in order to behave the way she does. Her thoughts vanish quickly, when Denna withdraws suddenly completely and an unplanned growl of frustration breaks free from her throat.
"Don't stop," Cara wonders briefly about the whispered words and the reason, why Denna would ask her not to stop, before it dawns on her, that it wasn't Denna's quiet plea but her own.
At first Denna only murmurs her consent, licking Cara's lips, her hand between Cara's legs spreading the growing wetness all over her sex.
"Say it again," it's Denna's turn to ground the words out this time, clearly not as unaffected by Cara's shallow gasps of pleasure as she seemed a moment ago.
Cara can't help it anymore, when Denna is pinching her clit, massaging the painfully throbbing knot with delicious pressure, "please," she is panting now, "don't stop."
It only then, when Denna's tongue seeks entrance into her mouth, her tongue moving against Cara's in the same rhythm as three of her fingers are thrusting forcefully inside her, that Cara begins to see stars behind her eyes, but doesn't know if its because of the orgasm building steadily inside her or of the way her head is hitting the stone wall behind her with each thrust of Denna's hand.
The last thought that crosses her mind, before her pleasure takes her completely, is that tomorrow she is going to resist.
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Date: 2012-04-18 03:55 am (UTC)One of the things that I really enjoy about this story, and about most of your stories in general, is your perfect pacing. Both you and Denna make anticipation a punishment (or a pleasure, perhaps) all it's own, as we wait to see exactly what she's going to do and how she's going to do it. It's exactly the kind of head game that the Denna in my mind would play and you write it perfectly.
Your AN says you were practically forced to write this. I think Denna wants you to fill another prompt...and you know how cranky she gets when she doesn't get her way. :D
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Date: 2012-04-19 05:23 pm (UTC)Oh I totally agree, Denna is indeed one who messes around with somebody's mind and it's her greatest weapon. I think, if she has set her mind on one thing, she's going to make it happen - somehow and there is no point to resist.
Indeed! xD Uh yes I know and I would be really sad to disappoint her xD But you now, my muse is very picky with the prompts.. so if she had more prompts to choose from... ;)
Thank you for your comment, I really appreciate, that you take the time for it ♥
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Date: 2012-04-18 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 05:26 pm (UTC)Thanks for taking the time to comment!
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Date: 2012-04-18 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 06:07 pm (UTC)Thanks! :) Who could resist Denna? I have NO idea - I surely could (can) not xD
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-21 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 04:52 am (UTC)Wonderful C/D, as usual! :D
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for your comment!!!