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Kara snuggles closer to Lena and hums contentedly, her gaze glued to the cheesy rom-com playing on the TV. Lena’s hand is buried in her hair, short nails lightly scratching Kara’s scalp as she stares down at her phone with a frown on her face. Her phone has been beeping incessantly for the last hour and Kara feels her frustration grow with each interruption.
Kara and Mommy were supposed to be enjoying a quiet night with Hallmark and unhealthy food, but Mommy has barely even glanced at the TV all evening. Kara risks a quick glance at Lena’s phone, and her stomach lurches when she spots the name displayed at the top of the screen. There’s only one Andrea it could be - Andrea Rojas, CEO of Obsidian and recent bidder to buy Catco. Kara’s perhaps soon-to-be boss and Mommy’s supposedly ex -girlfriend.
Jealousy bubbles deep in Kara’s gut. She pouts and twists her body away from Mommy, settling on her side as she uses the arm of the couch as a makeshift pillow. Kara glares at the TV, no longer interested in the movie, but refusing to give Mommy any of her attention. She can feel Lena’s gaze on her, but stubbornly declines to meet it.
“As much as I find your pouting adorable, I don’t believe I’ve done anything to deserve the cold shoulder,” Lena remarks. Kara shrugs, not particularly caring if she hurts Mommy’s feelings. Lena’s hand lands sharply on Kara’s protruding bottom and blue eyes automatically swivel around to meet green. “If you’re not going to use your words, then perhaps I won’t use mine to get to the bottom of this,” Lena warns.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Kara murmurs, more to appease Lena than anything else. Kara knows she doesn’t really have the right to be jealous, Lena is only her Mommy for as long as she pays Kara for her time, but she can’t help it. Kara hates the mere thought of sharing Lena with anyone else.
She can’t compete with Andrea Rojas.
“Thank you for apologizing, but you still haven’t explained what the problem is,” Lena says, her hand soothingly rubbing the sore spot on Kara’s bottom. “This only works if we communicate, little one,” she adds, pinning Kara with an intense stare.
“Why were you texting your ex girlfriend?” Kara questions, timidly. Lena purses her lips, lifting one perfect brow.
“Why were you spying on my texts?” she counters, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Kara frowns, fully believing she’s not the one in the wrong here. “I asked you a question, little girl.” Lena’s tone is low and dangerous - stern. “Who I text is none of your concern. Keep your nose out of my business or your bottom will pay the price.”
Kara watches, disgruntled, as Mommy makes her way to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine, gulping most of it down in one go. She’s convinced that there’s a hint of guilt buried within emerald eyes, but it disappears almost as quickly as Kara spots it. It leaves her wondering if it had truly been there at all.
Sighing, Kara stands and joins Mommy in the kitchen. A second wine glass is automatically filled and slid towards her. Kara chews on the inside of her cheek, wincing at the severe expression on Lena’s face.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Kara murmurs after a short moment. “It won’t happen again.” Lena eyes her critically, not believing for one second that her brat can follow through on that promise. “I can make it up to you if you’ll let me.” A smirk tugs at the corner of Lena’s painted lips, and her eyes soften.
“You’re lucky I’m such a soft Mommy,” Lena sighs. It’s perhaps the biggest lie Kara has ever heard leave her mouth, but she values her ability to sit too much to call Mommy out on it. “I have half a mind to call Andrea over her and have her deal with you.”
The threat shoots straight to Kara’s clit, her cunt suddenly pounding. Mommy watches her over the rim of her glass, eyes glinting with amusement as she easily reads Kara like her favorite book.
“Something tells me you wouldn’t mind,” Lena remarks. She places her glass down and moves towards Kara, leaning against her and pinning her to the counter. Kara can smell the wine on her breath as Mommy stands level with her, thanks to her expensive stilettos. “I think someone is jealous about her Mommy maybe dating someone.”
“Maybe,” Kara murmurs, blushing - embarrassed that Lena can see straight through her. Lena smiles, stroking a soft cheek with her thumb.
“You don’t have to be jealous, little one. I’ll always have time for you,” Lena promises. “You’re an expensive little treat, but are most definitely worth it.” Kara smiles, leaning into Mommy’s touch. “Andrea knows all about you and she doesn’t mind. In fact, between you and I, I think our little arrangement excites her,” Lena chuckles.
“What if she makes you stop?” Kara asks, hating how small she sounds. Lena sighs, rolling her eyes.
“I think you should know by now that nobody can make me do anything I don’t want to do,” she states, reproachingly. “I have room for both of you in my life for as long as you wish to be in it,” Lena adds. “You never know, maybe Andrea will add to your allowance if you’re a good girl.”
Lena boops Kara’s nose with her finger and turns away from her, rooting around in one of the kitchen drawers. Her comment about the allowance throws Kara a little bit, and she’s starting to think that Lena has already discussed it with Andrea. Kara wouldn’t be against it per se, but she hasn’t even met Andrea. She knows that she’s gorgeous and an overachieving businesswoman, much like Lena, but Kara has no idea what kind of person she is.
“Did I make your brain short circuit?” Lena teases, producing a worn chinese menu from the drawer. Kara’s told her a million times that it would be quicker to just use the app, but Lena pays her no mind. She’s set in her ways. “Look,” Lena sighs, “how about we all go for dinner sometime next week? It’ll be fun for all of us. You and Andrea can get to know each other, and I get to have dinner with my two beautiful girls. It's win/win."
Lena grins at Kara, her hands snaking around her waist and down to Kara’s ass. Full lips leave a trail of sweet kisses along Kara’s jaw and her hips press into hers.
“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” Lena asks, squeezing Kara’s ass. “At the very least you get to eat an overly expensive piece of chicken and get a little wine drunk,” Lena grins. “I’ll even buy you a nice new dress.”
“What if she hates me?” Kara’s voice is low, timid.
“Then I get you all to myself,” Lena shrugs, as though it’s the simplest thing in the world. “I think she’ll love you, and I know for sure that you’ll love her. She is pretty bossy, though,” Lena concedes, smirking.
“She can’t be any bossier than you are, Mommy,” Kara retorts with a sly grin. Lena responds by digging her fingers into Kara’s ribs, tickling her mercilessly until she squirms and shrugs away from her. “I’m sorry,” Kara giggles, not feeling sorry in the slightest.
“Just promise me you’ll be a good girl,” Lena suddenly grows serious. She doesn’t say it outright, but Kara knows that Lena is desperate for it to go well. Kara imagines it would make Lena’s life a whole lot easier if she doesn’t have to plan separate nights for herself and Andrea.
“I promise, Mommy.”
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Kara wakes up late on Monday and smiles to herself. Like most people, she used to hate Mondays. They were always a depressing jolt of reality after a full two days of freedom, and Kara would usually waste most of Sunday just dreading waking up the next day.
Not anymore.
Now Monday is Kara’s favorite day. It’s the day Lena transfers her weekly allowance into her bank account. Ten thousand dollars every week to spend on whatever the hell Kara wants. Lena, Mommy as she’s supposed to call her, makes sure Kara has everything she could ever want or need, so long as she keeps her satisfied
It doesn’t matter whether it’s three in the afternoon, or three in the morning. When Lena summons her, Kara goes to her. The only exception to the rule is when Kara is at work. One time Lena had even dragged her out of bed to accompany her on a business trip to London an hour before the private jet was due to leave.
Kara was late, of course, and Lena had whipped her bare ass with a belt as they flew across the Atlantic. Lena has her consent and her bank details so, as far as she is concerned, Kara’s hers to do whatever the hell she wants with. Kara remembers Lena once referred to her as her favorite toy, and she is more than fucking okay with that.
Monday is also her favorite day because it’s the one day she’s 100% guaranteed to see Lena. She always finishes early enough to take Kara for dinner, and Kara always ends up back in Lena’s apartment afterwards. Lena even lets her pick the restaurant sometimes, but only if she decides Kara has been a good girl recently.
Which, if Kara is completely honest with herself, is rare.
Kara checks her phone and finds her usual morning text with strict instruction from Lena. She’s expected to arrive at the restaurant before Lena, and she’s to wear the new little black dress Lena bought her last week. There’s also a demand for Kara to wear her hair down.
She has a few hours before she needs to start getting ready and Kara spends it in bed, binge watching Netflix and checking her social media accounts. There’s a couple of pictures of her and Lena online, mostly just trashy magazines wondering who the young woman on the billionaire’s arm is.
At least she looks good in the pictures.
Kara takes her time getting ready, blasting music through her bluetooth speaker and loudly singing along to it. Well, singing is probably a much too generous way to describe it, but Kara doesn’t really give a damn. It proves to be a good distraction from the anxiety that creeps into her gut like unwanted vines.
Lena has reassured her several times that there’s no pressure. All she has to do is turn up and have dinner with them and not act like a brat. The last part was tacked on with a salacious grin that still has Kara second guessing it. Mommy does, after all, relish every opportunity she gets to put Kara back in her place.
She sucks in a nervous breath and holds it, her cheeks puffing out as she stares at herself in the mirror. Kara looks good. The expensive material of the dress clings to her in all of the right places, and her hair has played nicely today - allowing Kara to style it with minimal fuss. Perhaps it’s a good sign.
What’s more, Kara feels amazing in the dress too. It boosts her confidence on a day that she really needs it. She’s determined to make a good first impression on Mommy’s girlfriend, especially if this woman is going to end up buying Catco.
Kara can’t imagine how awful it would be to have her new boss hate her before the deal is even completed. Catco is her long game, a viable career to create a nice life with once the arrangement with Lena is over. Kara can’t bear even thinking about having to start somewhere fresh elsewhere.
She’ll just have to on her best behavior around Andrea, whether Kara likes her or not.