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High heels on the wooden floor, like seismic tremors where Blake stood. She stood in silence, not moving as the woman approached. Cinder radiated confidence and patience, her golden iris framed by flawless eye liner and fiery eye shadow, her lips bright red. A single brushing glance would leave a red mark on Blake’s skin, as if claiming her for her own, an artistic precedence to the more blunt marks that were to follow, teeth to skin, rope to joints…
“So arrogant,” the woman spoke, her words lyrical and precise. “You’re foolish to think you can just order me around?” Cinder grabbed a nearby chair and set it down before Blake, then leaned her elbows on the backrest, bending forward slightly, allowing a choice view down her button-up top. “You underestimate me, how dare you?”
At one moment, Blake blushed at her behavior. But the next, her expression changed. Eyes narrowed, her upper lip curling into a sneer. “Oh, shut up and sit down.”
Cinder’s eye widened, a look of subdued anger on her face. “Excuse me? Back talk like that will only get you—”
Blake stomped her foot and stepped closer. “Now.”
The floor shook. Cinder’s heart palpitated. Her eye fluttered and her gaze dropped away. Her lips parted, but she had no words. She leaned back off of the chair, standing straighter.
“I said,” Blake continued, moving even closer until her chest touched Cinder’s, their faces close. Blake tilted her head to the side, black locks of hair tumbling to the side, as she eyed Cinder’s lips. She might kiss her…but not yet. “Sit. Down.”
Cinder’s lips parted further, but it still took time for her to speak. When she did, it came out as a raspy half-whisper. “Yes…yes ma’am.”
Blake smirked, satisfied by this small breakthrough as Cinder sat down on the chair. She wandered around her, then placed her hands on Cinder’s shoulders from behind. “That’s more like it. You’re cute when you act tough.” She gently pushed some of Cinder’s short hair aside to get a better view of her neck.
“I’m…not cute,” Cinder said, faint disdain in her defiant voice.
Blake leaned forward and pulled aside the collar of Cinder’s shirt, eyes still trained on the section of skin just above where neck met shoulder. She was so close now, she felt her own breath on her face as it bounced off Cinder’s skin. “Oh,” she murmured right by Cinder’s ear. “Now you’re lying to me?” Cinder’s shoulders tensed, and Blake could hear a small gasp escape her. “You never learn.”
“I’m…sorry, ma’am,” Cinder muttered, closing her eye.
Blake’s hands trailed down from her shoulders to around Cinder’s neck. They lingered there like she was about to squeeze, but instead moved down to grab the insides of her shirt collar. Blake lowered herself to a knee behind Cinder, resting her chin against the woman’s neck. “Oh, you will be.” Her muscles tensed, and with one swift motion, Blake’s arms pulled outwards. With gritted teeth, she tore the shirt open. Plastic buttons clattered to the floor, and Cinder gasped.
“What are you…?” Cinder began, but soon had her question answered as Blake tugged back her arms, still trapped inside the long sleeves of her ruined shirt. Blake skillfully tied the sleeves together in a knot behind the seat back, restraining Cinder’s arms like a backward straight jacket.
“Cinder,” Blake whispered in her ear.
Cinder’s spine shuddered. “Huh?”
“Tell me the safeword.”
Cinder blinked, a warmth growing within her chest. “Nevermore.”
“Good. Ready to continue?”
Cinder nodded briefly, and it was back on instantly, Blake laying a sudden open-mouth kiss to the back of her neck. Cinder let out a moan just as Blake released.
“You’ll fall in line,” Blake hummed in Cinder’s ear. “I’ll make sure of it.” She got back to her feet and walked back around Cinder. She looked her over and smiled, admiring her choice in lingerie. A black lacy number, translucent in the most tantalizing of places. It was proof that Cinder had prepared for this. She wanted this when she got dressed this morning, to be the one getting undressed. How desperate…
Blake looked her in the face. Resigned anger and submission were etched in Cinder’s expression. She couldn’t meet her gaze. She knew she was in for it.
“I’m a patient person,” Blake said, placing her hands on Cinder’s knees and leaning down to her eye-level. Once again, she might kiss her, but instead she brushed past, their cheeks meeting as Blake went for her ear, lips touching metal piercings. “But don’t test me.”
Cinder leaned her head back, eye wide as she stared up at the ceiling, warm light beaming down on her. “I…”
“Bite your tongue,” Blake ordered, then moved quickly forward. Her teeth pressed into soft skin, taking the soft skin of Cinder’s neck into her mouth and pulling. Cinder didn’t follow her order, letting out a sharp cry. Her legs moved apart as Blake continued to prop herself on her knees. Blake didn’t let go until she’d felt her teeth sink into the flesh a tiny bit, then released. The soft skin retreated back into place, now red and impressed with teeth marks. Blake ran her tongue over it to further smooth it down, then trailed her way back up to Cinder’s ear. Her breath shook as she inhaled to speak again. “You’re not making this easy, are you?”
At that moment, Cinder tried to free her arms, but they were still trapped within her shirt sleeves. Blake had somehow tied the shirt tail as well to prevent it from slipping off her shoulders. She was trapped, at Blake’s mercy. Nowhere to go. She had to obey.
“There’s so much I could do,” Blake pondered, licking Cinder’s ear here and there, making the woman shudder. “This is always the hard part, deciding what would be the most effective form of discipline.”
Cinder squirmed again within her makeshift bonds. “I’ll…I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Prove it then,” Blake said, finding her answer. She stood back to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. “I know what needs to be done.”
Cinder looked up at her expectantly, still shifting within her restraints. “What…?”
Without speaking, Blake reached down and began to undo Cinder’s slacks. Cinder gasped and resisted at first, but soon knew it was futile and allowed Blake to slip them off of her, revealing lace black panties to match her top. High heels were cast aside along with the trousers, leaving Cinder in just her underwear.
Cinder’s head was turned down, her chest rising and falling steeply as she caught her breath. She looked up at Blake, fearful on the surface, but Blake could see the pleading desperation. “What are you going to do?”
Blake bit her lip, her knees going weak for a moment. Cinder played her role so flawlessly… “It’s time for a lesson in self control.” She stepped away from Cinder for a moment, then returned with two objects in hand: a roll of masking tape, and a battery-powered vibrator.
Cinder’s eye lit up, and she squirmed even more. “What are you going to do with that?”
“So impatient,” Blake mused, unable to hide a smile. She knelt in front of Cinder, staring longingly at her beautiful lingerie. “You’ll find out soon enough.” She then placed the vibrator wand on the seat between Cinder’s legs with the tip facing towards Cinder. She slowly moved it closer until it made contact, touching Cinder through her panties. Cinder gasped but silenced herself, biting her lip as Blake pushed it a little further until it rested just beneath her. It took so much will power to not start grinding on the thing right away.
Blake took a strip of tape and adhered it to the vibrator, taping it against the seat. Blake then held up the remote to the vibrator. “I’m going to turn this on and leave you here. You are to not cum until I say so. If you succeed, you’ll be rewarded. If you fail, you’ll be punished. Simple enough, right?”
Cinder was so frozen with anticipation she couldn’t even answer.
“We’ll see if you can handle it. I won’t go easy one you.“ As if yo prove her point, Blake clicked the vibrator on, foregoing the low setting and going right to the medium setting. Cinder’s body jolted like she’d been struck by lightning, and she began to moan, her body remaining tense. Blake simply pocketed the remote and began towards the door. “Behave yourself, Cinder,” she called. “And you’ll get what you deserve.”