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Hidden treasures and secret desires (I/II)
Pairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2700
Warnings: none
Prompt: "box"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raug_moss for beta'ing this piece <3, that just kept getting longer and longer - and she did not complain xD. Though all mistakes are my own. Originally the idea came from a prompt from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland, but somehow got out of hand. Where it not for the constant poking of endgirl, it might've never seen the light of the day. The second part is written, just needs a bit more tweaking, but is to be posted next ... week. (year)
"Open it for me Cara, would you?"
"Why don't you do it yourself?"
Denna's intake of breath is sharp and her voice is suddenly less gentle, as she accentuates each single word with an underlying current of impatience. "Look. Inside."
"What kind of box is it actually?"
"The wooden kind," Denna drawls as she continues to stare studiously at the knee-high black box, standing at the foot of her bed.
Cara gives her a look, rolling her eyes, but Denna's attention can't be diverted, not even to mock her sister and that arouses Cara's curiosity. She raises a brow at Denna, but the other Mord'Sith just ignores her like so often and makes her way to the leather clad chaise at the rear wall, facing the bed.
Without conscious choice, Cara bites down on her lip, silently wondering if the stately piece of furniture is positioned like this on purpose. It provides that perfect, undivided view on possible happenings in Denna's bed as well as the private training spot, the platinum blonde keeps these days inside her chambers. Iron shackles dangle on long chains from the high vaulted ceiling.
Then again, Cara reminds herself, these are Denna's quarters, so yes of course is there is a secret reason why the chaise stands two inches from the wall and at a ninety degree angle to the heavy door. Everything has its exact place, everything fits a greater purpose and only very little, Cara knows, goes not the way Denna has scrupulously planned beforehand.
Minutes pass between them in silence - and it's more like a battle of wills, then neither is a novice anymore and both have found their places among their sisters. The order between each other however is still fluid and shifting like turbulent waves of the ocean - from dusk till dawn - and far beyond deep into the dark of the night.
"Personal possessions."
It's only breathed into the large room, but still, it manages to shatter the silence. For a moment it seems like Denna hadn't even planned to reveal that much, but then she recovers quickly, regaining her usual stoic, but graceful demeanor. She leans her head slightly to the side, "Now start moving or shall my Agiel point you the way?"
Cara smirks, ignoring Denna's attitude and her sharp tongue, but nonetheless walks closer towards the huge creation of dark sheets and silken pillows, that serves as the platinum blonde's utmost refuge, also called her bed. Even when Cara will deny it until the last breath is taken under torture from her lungs, she is dead curious what Denna could have stored in the old, rectangular chest. No one - as far Cara knows - has ever been allowed to touch it. Just look - not touch. Much like Mistress Denna herself, one would rather lose a finger or two, than to go intentionally against her wishes.
As long as Cara has known Denna - and that's been some time now, the other Mord'Sith felt the need to fall out of place, to go into the opposite direction as all the others and rebels against burdens placed on her. So.. a bed so huge that it could have been Lord Rahl's own, is clearly Denna's style. Just another way to demonstrate that she doesn't care for any regulations the Mord'Sith may or may not have about room decor. And as Lord Rahl's first choice, she's been allowed - or tolerated - to do almost everything she wants. At least until she isn't first choice anymore - and it seems - like Denna is taking advantage of that, as long as it lasts.
Looking around, Cara is surprised to remember each sparkling and polished detail of Denna's chambers only too well, as if it had been yesterday and not several seasons since she's been here last. The stone floor has been scrubbed only recently with meticulous precision and the chaise Denna is now sitting on a few feet away, the same one the platinum blonde Mord'Sith had bent her over and spanked until tears leaked from her eyes, catches Cara's eye.
The dark cushion of it gleams as red as Denna's leathers, being illuminated by a flickering torch and small red glasses containing a candle or two dispersed all over the place. Cara shivers at the memories that tumble unbidden from that particular day into her mind and wonders for a moment what kind of memories this day will leave to remember.
The heavy lid of the box surprisingly opens without sound and as soon as Cara peers inside, all thoughts of past days are at once emptied from her mind.
"Three." Denna purrs, her spine so erect that it hurts just looking at her, gloved fingers clutch the edge of the chaise, sinking deep into the unyielding cushion.
"Three?" Cara's voice loses itself along the way to a husky whisper, one she is not proud of. Her eyes stay trained on the box's secret contents.
Even when she's silent for quite some time before answering, Denna's excitement is almost physically palpable in the very air they both breathe, that it's potent enough to make the fine hairs on Cara's neck stand upright.
"You may select three objects of your choice." Denna states and Cara's eyes flicker over, meeting pale blue eyes with her own. It seems like Denna is smiling, but in reality it's just a slight upturn of her lips on her otherwise emotionless features, but one that gives her away.
"Only three?" Cara teases, her gaze flickers back to the contents of the box only to meet Denna's once more a moment later. "That seems rather... disproportionate to me."
The stony expression on Denna's features crumbles at that and Cara can't do anything but meet Denna's all white teeth smirk with one of her own. The urge to smear the perfectly applied crimson lipstick off Denna's lips and all over her pale, unblemished skin, is suddenly overwhelming. Cara makes a mental note to remember it later and follow that impulse straight through.
"Three for you, one for me." Denna leans casually against the backrest of the chaise, causing her leathers to creak as she rests her arms spread wide on each side on the upper edge. "Take it or leave it."
It's a challenge - a threat - a dare. A part deep inside of her wants to deny Denna - the worrisome part that always causes trouble but also keeps things exciting. A greater part however is curious how this evening will evolve, especially with her free choice of... accessories.
Cara reclines her head in Denna's general direction and Denna takes it as the silent agreement Cara intended it to be.
"Now what's the matter Cara? Anxious to make your choice? If you'd prefer it I'd gladly choose for you."
"Oh are we impatient today..."
At Cara's mocking tone Denna's scowls, the rather cold and calculating look in her eyes is back as fast as a butterfly takes to flap its wings.
Denna does not like to be teased, neither in conversation nor when fucked. At least she's made everyone believe it that way, but Cara had always suspected it to be nothing but a well placed lie. It's the lack of control that truly frightens Denna - and emotions can't be controlled - so she pushes them away, like everything else that threatens to come too close.
Cara chuckles lightly at Denna's glare and directs her attention back to the box and its.. promising content.
The wide-ranging selection of aids and appliances literally stuns her. Some of that those she has seen and well, even used before, others however are completely foreign even to her. It really shouldn't surprise her that Denna possesses such an extensive collection.
But somehow, it does. The tiny sting of pain near the heart-region could be identified as a feeling of jealousy, but then Cara would need to acknowledge some sort of sentiment towards Denna and she isn't willing to go that far. It's a blessing that denial has always been one of her strong suits.
The box contains several items and Cara wonders how Denna has managed to collect so many unique items without anyone noticing. Among other various objects she can make out a leash, miscellaneous cuffs and shackles, chains and rope in different lengths and breadths, a knife with an extremely sharp looking blade, bindings and other restraints and a buckling collar with dark red soft scalloped edges, made of black and red leather. The stirrup combo makes her swallow, hard.
However, there are items - like a long riding crop made of fine, dark shining leather, that are purely Denna's. Even if Cara were so inclined to teach her blonde sister a lesson today, she has noticed, that there are items that suit her purpose far better.
A steel hook, gleaming in the flickering torchlight, makes Cara shiver, the coldness of the metal seeps through the thin leather of her glove as she takes it out of the box. She has no idea what's its intended use, but then Cara thinks that maybe she doesn't need to know. Denna does nothing as to raise a brow, as if questioning if the hook is Cara's final choice. It's not - Cara decides for herself and places it back into the box and reaches for a pair of black long straps instead. The leather is soft and smooth and proves to be tearproof as she tests its strength between both of her hands.
Denna's eyes follow the items like a hawk its prey as Cara lets the straps slide from her grasp to land on top of the sheets, obviously being the first of the younger Mord'Sith' choices.
"How predictable," Denna taunts before she lets her smile widen into a grin and leans back more comfortably against the chaise.
"Talk as much as you want," Cara doesn't deem to look at her as she grabs something out of the box, she hadn't planned to take in the first place, but now it seems more than suitable. "Or as long as you still can," Cara adds and grins darkly back at Denna, placing a biting gag on top of the sheets. Only one more item to go.
Discovering the leather harness comes rather as a surprise and Cara can't do anything but raise a brow at Denna, even when the blonde is not able to see what Cara is currently looking at. In the past Denna had never acted prude, far from it, but they've never done something like this.
Cara believes it has something to do with Denna's inability to give up control or submit to anyone, except Darken Rahl. Even when she suspects that Denna's submission in that case is also rather forced than not. Despite her loyalty to Lord Rahl, the thought alone that Denna is treated this way makes her cringe; she can't explain it to herself really, then her allegiance to her master is ultimate - just that it does. The more she thinks about it; the more unpleasant the feeling becomes - so she forces herself to not think about it any longer. It works, for now.
So that's exactly why Cara is more than a little surprised to find something like this stored in Denna's secret box. She is even more curious as to why - or more so - for what purposes Denna keeps one in her possession in the first place. As soon as the question comes to her mind, so follow thoughts of Denna 'using' it on one of her sisters. Stupid question. The only thing Cara can rule out with certainty, is the possibility that it's the other way around - but still. And just like that the sting near the heart region as back, like a hot needle piercing deep into her leather clad chest, though this time it's accompanied by a touch of arousal that she can't shake off.
"Cara."
It's Denna's voiced reminder that she does not appreciate to be kept waiting and despite the calmness of her voice, Cara can sense that Denna's patience is running thinner and thinner with each moment Cara takes to assess the situation. The platinum blonde Mord'Sith is about to quit their game and turn it in her favor and Cara knows, she cannot have that. Not now, not when she got this close.
Cara tries to keep the emotions out of her face as she reaches for the leather harness and the matching phallus that is as black as night. It's huge and thick, much like Denna's ego.
She licks her lips and watches Denna closely for any reaction. She gets none. But somehow, the feeling that this means more than a simple act of pleasure is stifling like a heatwave of a D'Haran summer and for a moment it's hard for her to breathe either in or out. Denna must have known that her choice would fall upon the one thing always denied and had obviously made a conscious choice to allow Cara to pick it this time.
With every minute that Cara watches her, Denna's poise on the chaise becomes a little more rigid, the relaxed and calm demeanor from a few minutes ago is hardly recognizable anymore and Cara cannot do anything but smirk at Denna's stiff posture; a coping mechanism for the slightest loss of power as she's realized over time.
Before she closes the lid, Cara notices a smaller round mahogany box lying at the bottom of the chest, that she hadn't seen before. With a turn to the left the lid opens easily and Cara finds three little ornamented glass vials inside. One of them is already empty, the two remaining bottles are filled with a shimmering golden liquid. Cara's interest is piqued. "What's this?"
"Now wouldn't you like to know."
"Tell me," Cara whispers, ignoring Denna's tone, too fascinated with the little flask and its sparkling content as she shifts one of them between her fingers.
"Let me put it that way," Denna says, "if you were to pick the bottle, you wouldn't need the last of your choices."
Cara's gaze flickers to the harness and it's protruding appliance, then back to her sister.
"Choose wisely." Denna says, "three it is. No more." Cara's brows knit together in concentration, contemplating if Denna is implying what Cara thinks she is. Denna would never.. or would she? Unfortunately, her blonde sister doesn't look like she's about to offer more information. The sheer possibility however that she might be right with her assumption makes Cara throw all precaution into the wind and the little flask finds it's place next to the other items she has chosen - completing once and for all her set of three. The harness is stored back into the box; the lid makes a thudding sound as Cara lets it fall shut.
"I'm ready," she says at last. She won't show it to Denna, but she can't deny the nervousness that has settled in her stomach at the choice she's just made. Denna did not give her more than a hint as to what the vial might be - and it could backfire just as easily.
Cara's raging thoughts are disrupted, as Denna stands carefully and makes her way from the chaise over to the box that contains the rest of her precious possessions.
But something is off.
Denna never gives up control so easily, Cara thinks, as she watches closely as said Mord'Sith bends down to open the black box once more to retrieve the object of her choice. A few moments tick by, then, Denna finds what she has been looking for.
Cara has no idea what it was that she'd expected to come out of the box, but the item Denna retrieves is somewhat disappointing. A silver coin blinks in the flickering light as Denna rolls it between leather clad fingers and Cara wonders silently why it got a place in the platinum blonde's secret kinky box at all.
"This is your choice?" Cara asks, frowning. Green eyes meet blue one's with a questioning gaze.
"I believe it is." Denna breathes after moment of consideration. She looks far too smug considering that she doesn't know yet, she won't be at Cara's mercy at any point in their little game. Slowly Cara begins to wonder what the innocent looking coin might be capable of.
Later she learns, that its not about what the coin itself does, but about the one who wields it.
Damned little coin.
Part II
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2700
Warnings: none
Prompt: "box"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to
raug_moss for beta'ing this piece <3, that just kept getting longer and longer - and she did not complain xD. Though all mistakes are my own. Originally the idea came from a prompt from legendland, but somehow got out of hand. Where it not for the constant poking of endgirl, it might've never seen the light of the day. The second part is written, just needs a bit more tweaking, but is to be posted next ... "Open it for me Cara, would you?"
"Why don't you do it yourself?"
Denna's intake of breath is sharp and her voice is suddenly less gentle, as she accentuates each single word with an underlying current of impatience. "Look. Inside."
"What kind of box is it actually?"
"The wooden kind," Denna drawls as she continues to stare studiously at the knee-high black box, standing at the foot of her bed.
Cara gives her a look, rolling her eyes, but Denna's attention can't be diverted, not even to mock her sister and that arouses Cara's curiosity. She raises a brow at Denna, but the other Mord'Sith just ignores her like so often and makes her way to the leather clad chaise at the rear wall, facing the bed.
Without conscious choice, Cara bites down on her lip, silently wondering if the stately piece of furniture is positioned like this on purpose. It provides that perfect, undivided view on possible happenings in Denna's bed as well as the private training spot, the platinum blonde keeps these days inside her chambers. Iron shackles dangle on long chains from the high vaulted ceiling.
Then again, Cara reminds herself, these are Denna's quarters, so yes of course is there is a secret reason why the chaise stands two inches from the wall and at a ninety degree angle to the heavy door. Everything has its exact place, everything fits a greater purpose and only very little, Cara knows, goes not the way Denna has scrupulously planned beforehand.
Minutes pass between them in silence - and it's more like a battle of wills, then neither is a novice anymore and both have found their places among their sisters. The order between each other however is still fluid and shifting like turbulent waves of the ocean - from dusk till dawn - and far beyond deep into the dark of the night.
"Personal possessions."
It's only breathed into the large room, but still, it manages to shatter the silence. For a moment it seems like Denna hadn't even planned to reveal that much, but then she recovers quickly, regaining her usual stoic, but graceful demeanor. She leans her head slightly to the side, "Now start moving or shall my Agiel point you the way?"
Cara smirks, ignoring Denna's attitude and her sharp tongue, but nonetheless walks closer towards the huge creation of dark sheets and silken pillows, that serves as the platinum blonde's utmost refuge, also called her bed. Even when Cara will deny it until the last breath is taken under torture from her lungs, she is dead curious what Denna could have stored in the old, rectangular chest. No one - as far Cara knows - has ever been allowed to touch it. Just look - not touch. Much like Mistress Denna herself, one would rather lose a finger or two, than to go intentionally against her wishes.
As long as Cara has known Denna - and that's been some time now, the other Mord'Sith felt the need to fall out of place, to go into the opposite direction as all the others and rebels against burdens placed on her. So.. a bed so huge that it could have been Lord Rahl's own, is clearly Denna's style. Just another way to demonstrate that she doesn't care for any regulations the Mord'Sith may or may not have about room decor. And as Lord Rahl's first choice, she's been allowed - or tolerated - to do almost everything she wants. At least until she isn't first choice anymore - and it seems - like Denna is taking advantage of that, as long as it lasts.
Looking around, Cara is surprised to remember each sparkling and polished detail of Denna's chambers only too well, as if it had been yesterday and not several seasons since she's been here last. The stone floor has been scrubbed only recently with meticulous precision and the chaise Denna is now sitting on a few feet away, the same one the platinum blonde Mord'Sith had bent her over and spanked until tears leaked from her eyes, catches Cara's eye.
The dark cushion of it gleams as red as Denna's leathers, being illuminated by a flickering torch and small red glasses containing a candle or two dispersed all over the place. Cara shivers at the memories that tumble unbidden from that particular day into her mind and wonders for a moment what kind of memories this day will leave to remember.
The heavy lid of the box surprisingly opens without sound and as soon as Cara peers inside, all thoughts of past days are at once emptied from her mind.
"Three." Denna purrs, her spine so erect that it hurts just looking at her, gloved fingers clutch the edge of the chaise, sinking deep into the unyielding cushion.
"Three?" Cara's voice loses itself along the way to a husky whisper, one she is not proud of. Her eyes stay trained on the box's secret contents.
Even when she's silent for quite some time before answering, Denna's excitement is almost physically palpable in the very air they both breathe, that it's potent enough to make the fine hairs on Cara's neck stand upright.
"You may select three objects of your choice." Denna states and Cara's eyes flicker over, meeting pale blue eyes with her own. It seems like Denna is smiling, but in reality it's just a slight upturn of her lips on her otherwise emotionless features, but one that gives her away.
"Only three?" Cara teases, her gaze flickers back to the contents of the box only to meet Denna's once more a moment later. "That seems rather... disproportionate to me."
The stony expression on Denna's features crumbles at that and Cara can't do anything but meet Denna's all white teeth smirk with one of her own. The urge to smear the perfectly applied crimson lipstick off Denna's lips and all over her pale, unblemished skin, is suddenly overwhelming. Cara makes a mental note to remember it later and follow that impulse straight through.
"Three for you, one for me." Denna leans casually against the backrest of the chaise, causing her leathers to creak as she rests her arms spread wide on each side on the upper edge. "Take it or leave it."
It's a challenge - a threat - a dare. A part deep inside of her wants to deny Denna - the worrisome part that always causes trouble but also keeps things exciting. A greater part however is curious how this evening will evolve, especially with her free choice of... accessories.
Cara reclines her head in Denna's general direction and Denna takes it as the silent agreement Cara intended it to be.
"Now what's the matter Cara? Anxious to make your choice? If you'd prefer it I'd gladly choose for you."
"Oh are we impatient today..."
At Cara's mocking tone Denna's scowls, the rather cold and calculating look in her eyes is back as fast as a butterfly takes to flap its wings.
Denna does not like to be teased, neither in conversation nor when fucked. At least she's made everyone believe it that way, but Cara had always suspected it to be nothing but a well placed lie. It's the lack of control that truly frightens Denna - and emotions can't be controlled - so she pushes them away, like everything else that threatens to come too close.
Cara chuckles lightly at Denna's glare and directs her attention back to the box and its.. promising content.
The wide-ranging selection of aids and appliances literally stuns her. Some of that those she has seen and well, even used before, others however are completely foreign even to her. It really shouldn't surprise her that Denna possesses such an extensive collection.
But somehow, it does. The tiny sting of pain near the heart-region could be identified as a feeling of jealousy, but then Cara would need to acknowledge some sort of sentiment towards Denna and she isn't willing to go that far. It's a blessing that denial has always been one of her strong suits.
The box contains several items and Cara wonders how Denna has managed to collect so many unique items without anyone noticing. Among other various objects she can make out a leash, miscellaneous cuffs and shackles, chains and rope in different lengths and breadths, a knife with an extremely sharp looking blade, bindings and other restraints and a buckling collar with dark red soft scalloped edges, made of black and red leather. The stirrup combo makes her swallow, hard.
However, there are items - like a long riding crop made of fine, dark shining leather, that are purely Denna's. Even if Cara were so inclined to teach her blonde sister a lesson today, she has noticed, that there are items that suit her purpose far better.
A steel hook, gleaming in the flickering torchlight, makes Cara shiver, the coldness of the metal seeps through the thin leather of her glove as she takes it out of the box. She has no idea what's its intended use, but then Cara thinks that maybe she doesn't need to know. Denna does nothing as to raise a brow, as if questioning if the hook is Cara's final choice. It's not - Cara decides for herself and places it back into the box and reaches for a pair of black long straps instead. The leather is soft and smooth and proves to be tearproof as she tests its strength between both of her hands.
Denna's eyes follow the items like a hawk its prey as Cara lets the straps slide from her grasp to land on top of the sheets, obviously being the first of the younger Mord'Sith' choices.
"How predictable," Denna taunts before she lets her smile widen into a grin and leans back more comfortably against the chaise.
"Talk as much as you want," Cara doesn't deem to look at her as she grabs something out of the box, she hadn't planned to take in the first place, but now it seems more than suitable. "Or as long as you still can," Cara adds and grins darkly back at Denna, placing a biting gag on top of the sheets. Only one more item to go.
Discovering the leather harness comes rather as a surprise and Cara can't do anything but raise a brow at Denna, even when the blonde is not able to see what Cara is currently looking at. In the past Denna had never acted prude, far from it, but they've never done something like this.
Cara believes it has something to do with Denna's inability to give up control or submit to anyone, except Darken Rahl. Even when she suspects that Denna's submission in that case is also rather forced than not. Despite her loyalty to Lord Rahl, the thought alone that Denna is treated this way makes her cringe; she can't explain it to herself really, then her allegiance to her master is ultimate - just that it does. The more she thinks about it; the more unpleasant the feeling becomes - so she forces herself to not think about it any longer. It works, for now.
So that's exactly why Cara is more than a little surprised to find something like this stored in Denna's secret box. She is even more curious as to why - or more so - for what purposes Denna keeps one in her possession in the first place. As soon as the question comes to her mind, so follow thoughts of Denna 'using' it on one of her sisters. Stupid question. The only thing Cara can rule out with certainty, is the possibility that it's the other way around - but still. And just like that the sting near the heart region as back, like a hot needle piercing deep into her leather clad chest, though this time it's accompanied by a touch of arousal that she can't shake off.
"Cara."
It's Denna's voiced reminder that she does not appreciate to be kept waiting and despite the calmness of her voice, Cara can sense that Denna's patience is running thinner and thinner with each moment Cara takes to assess the situation. The platinum blonde Mord'Sith is about to quit their game and turn it in her favor and Cara knows, she cannot have that. Not now, not when she got this close.
Cara tries to keep the emotions out of her face as she reaches for the leather harness and the matching phallus that is as black as night. It's huge and thick, much like Denna's ego.
She licks her lips and watches Denna closely for any reaction. She gets none. But somehow, the feeling that this means more than a simple act of pleasure is stifling like a heatwave of a D'Haran summer and for a moment it's hard for her to breathe either in or out. Denna must have known that her choice would fall upon the one thing always denied and had obviously made a conscious choice to allow Cara to pick it this time.
With every minute that Cara watches her, Denna's poise on the chaise becomes a little more rigid, the relaxed and calm demeanor from a few minutes ago is hardly recognizable anymore and Cara cannot do anything but smirk at Denna's stiff posture; a coping mechanism for the slightest loss of power as she's realized over time.
Before she closes the lid, Cara notices a smaller round mahogany box lying at the bottom of the chest, that she hadn't seen before. With a turn to the left the lid opens easily and Cara finds three little ornamented glass vials inside. One of them is already empty, the two remaining bottles are filled with a shimmering golden liquid. Cara's interest is piqued. "What's this?"
"Now wouldn't you like to know."
"Tell me," Cara whispers, ignoring Denna's tone, too fascinated with the little flask and its sparkling content as she shifts one of them between her fingers.
"Let me put it that way," Denna says, "if you were to pick the bottle, you wouldn't need the last of your choices."
Cara's gaze flickers to the harness and it's protruding appliance, then back to her sister.
"Choose wisely." Denna says, "three it is. No more." Cara's brows knit together in concentration, contemplating if Denna is implying what Cara thinks she is. Denna would never.. or would she? Unfortunately, her blonde sister doesn't look like she's about to offer more information. The sheer possibility however that she might be right with her assumption makes Cara throw all precaution into the wind and the little flask finds it's place next to the other items she has chosen - completing once and for all her set of three. The harness is stored back into the box; the lid makes a thudding sound as Cara lets it fall shut.
"I'm ready," she says at last. She won't show it to Denna, but she can't deny the nervousness that has settled in her stomach at the choice she's just made. Denna did not give her more than a hint as to what the vial might be - and it could backfire just as easily.
Cara's raging thoughts are disrupted, as Denna stands carefully and makes her way from the chaise over to the box that contains the rest of her precious possessions.
But something is off.
Denna never gives up control so easily, Cara thinks, as she watches closely as said Mord'Sith bends down to open the black box once more to retrieve the object of her choice. A few moments tick by, then, Denna finds what she has been looking for.
Cara has no idea what it was that she'd expected to come out of the box, but the item Denna retrieves is somewhat disappointing. A silver coin blinks in the flickering light as Denna rolls it between leather clad fingers and Cara wonders silently why it got a place in the platinum blonde's secret kinky box at all.
"This is your choice?" Cara asks, frowning. Green eyes meet blue one's with a questioning gaze.
"I believe it is." Denna breathes after moment of consideration. She looks far too smug considering that she doesn't know yet, she won't be at Cara's mercy at any point in their little game. Slowly Cara begins to wonder what the innocent looking coin might be capable of.
Later she learns, that its not about what the coin itself does, but about the one who wields it.
Damned little coin.
Part II