by Cerys du Lys
"Maybe I'll talk to him," I said. "In a little bit. Not right now, if that's alright?"
Jessika smiled and nodded. "It's up to you. We've got cheesecake and cookies and ice cream, so there's no rush."
My ears perked up. "Ooh, right. Cheesecake?"
She crawled across the bed to the side opposite me, and fetched a pie plate from the bedside table. A half eaten cheesecake sat in the center of the tin. She held the pie tin out to me and I scooped up a bite of the cheesecake with my spoon. I tasted some of it with the tip of my tongue, testing it. I didn't know why I even bothered, because cheesecake was cheesecake, and it was almost always delicious. This one definitely was delicious, too. I took a big bite, then sighed deeply.
"We're going to get fat," I said. "This is probably a bad idea."
"It's fine," she said, grinning. "I'm trying to get pregnant. This is for the baby."
"Yes, well, I'm not trying to get pregnant. I don't have an excuse."
She shrugged. "You might change your mind?"
"I guess I might! I really doubt now is a good time for that, though. Also, Lucent and I haven't even talked about it. We haven't talked about um... marrying or anything, either. I don't know if he'd want to. I doubt it. I'm not sure. He doesn't seem the type? That doesn't make sense. I think he might. I'm mad at him now, though, so..."
Jessika nodded with complete understanding. "Yes, but," she said, "angry sex is usually really good sex. You could take advantage of that."
I rolled my eyes at her.
...
Jessika and I talked more, but inevitably Asher came in. Then they talked without me. I wouldn't really say he interrupted us, because I felt more like I was interrupting them. Realizing this, I politely offered to excuse myself and leave them alone to do whatever it was they were doing before Lucent and I arrived.
"You don't have to," Jessika said. "Asher and I are just glad you're alright."
Asher nodded, agreeing. "If you want, you can stay in here. Lucent and I can sleep in the living room."
The idea of that made me laugh. Asher Landseer, billionaire CEO of Landseer Enterprises, sleeping on a couch or the floor in some tiny apartment? It made me smile, too, though. I could barely imagine Lucent sleeping on a couch or a floor, either. A part of me kind of wanted to see it.
"It's fine," I said. "I'm sure everything will be fine. Thank you so much for everything, but I don't want to intrude any more than I already have."
A few more mumbled apologies, acceptances, and a pleasant good night later, and I left to join Lucent in the living room. Before I went, I took one more cookie, bringing it with me. Asher closed the door behind me, leaving him and Jessika alone in the bedroom.
Lucent sat on the couch, staring at the TV. It was on, with some news channel playing, but the volume was turned down so far that I could barely hear what they were saying. It didn't look like it mattered all that much, though. Just some late night news. I wondered if he wanted to see if there was something—anything—about us on the news. Briefly, I wondered if we'd even be in the news? We weren't wanted criminals yet, or not exactly. We were just wanted for questioning, right? Except there was no way to explain our part in this without sounding completely insane, so it amounted to almost the same thing, I supposed.
I sat on the far end of the couch opposite Lucent. Pulling my feet up, I tucked them beneath me and sat there, watching him. I saw him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye when I first came in, but after that he looked away, steadfast and staring at the TV screen.
We sat like that for a long time, neither of us saying anything, no one speaking. I reached for the lamp on a side table—the sole source of light in the room at the moment—and flicked it off. Still, Lucent stared at the screen. Was he refusing to acknowledge me, or preferring not to?
I reached for the remote control resting on a coffee table in front of us, then pressed the power button to turn the TV off. The screen flickered for a second, then everything vanished, leaving us in darkness. Thin slivers of moonlight swept through the shuttered windows, offering a slight bit of light, but not much.
"Lucent?" I said.
He didn't say anything to me. He turned, though, twisting on the couch and moving to face me. I felt the weight of his body shifting the couch cushions and the sound of his pants rustling as he repositioned himself.
"Lucent," I said again. "If you apologize to me and promise never to do it again, I'll forgive you."
He stayed silent for a few seconds more. "What exactly are we referencing for my apology?" he asked.
"I'm more mad about you bringing me to Elle's apartment than anything else. That doesn't mean I'm happy about the rest, but at least I kind of understand it, I guess."
"You shouldn't," he said. "Miss Tanner, I'm entirely uncertain how we've come to be in this exact situation, but you shouldn't understand or accept any of it. I should never have allowed things to become like this, and I should never have put you at risk because of my own senselessness. In addition to that, I should have been more thoughtful when I considered places where we could attain sanctuary. I wanted to ascertain your safety and protect you as best I could, but I've failed."
"You have," I said; he choked up at that, and I think I startled him somewhat. "Sometimes people fail at things, Lucent. I'm saying that if you accept that and promise to do better in the future, then it's fine. I... I know you never meant to do anything bad, sort of. I mean, you did some bad things, I guess, but I can understand some of the reasoning. So if you tell me you won't do it again, then I'll forgive you."
"I don't wish to alarm you, Miss Tanner, but it's possible anything I say won't matter in the end. It may be best to deliver ourselves to the police department tomorrow and accept our fate. We shall explain as best we can, and I'll claim blame for the situation. If we discuss matters beforehand, I believe it will be possible to convince them that I deceived you and brought you along unwillingly. It's barely a stretch and is essentially what happened."
"Stop," I said. I crawled across the couch towards his lap, then touched his cheek with my fingertips. I caressed his face with my palm, then lightly pressed my hand against his jaw. "Tell me the truth: is that what you really want?"
"Miss Tanner, it's—"
I stopped him with a very light slap, not even enough to make a sound. "Mistress," I corrected him. "Mistress Tanner, alright? Just for right now, please?"
He scoffed and looked away. "You want to berate me and yell at me again? I believe we'd both be doing Mr. and Mrs. Landseer a severe disservice by arguing loudly after they've so kindly accepted us in."
"No," I said softly. Pushing myself forward, fumbling in the dark, I pressed my lips against his. "Lucent, I want to love you, and I want you to trust me. Do you understand?"
He paused, uncertain. "This is difficult," he finally said. "I've never done this before."
"What? The BDSM thing where you're on the bottom?"
He chuckled softly. "Yes, that, too. But all of this, as well. I'm unsure how anyone would have known about the hard drive at the Landseer estate. Thinking about it, I question whether it was premeditated or a complete coincidence."
"Do you remember when we were in the library together?" I asked. "When we were trapped, and you, um... well, we were about to have sex. It was right before that. You pressed my wrists against the floor and told me they were shackled there. It was just a game, like invisible restraints, but it felt so real and different."
"Yes," he said. "Of course I remember that."
"You haven't eaten anything since this morning," I said, finding his hand in the darkness and giving him the cookie I'd taken with me from Jessika's room. "Here. Eat this."
It wasn't much in the way of food, but it was the only thing I had. It was almost everything I had right now, and I wanted him to have it. We held hands like that for a few seconds, mine cupping the sides of his, while he held the cookie gently in his palm.
"It's a cookie," I added. "It's good."
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br /> "Thank you," he said.
I didn't know if it was true, but I thought I heard a genuine smile in his tone of voice. A moment passed, then he began crunching and eating the cookie.
"You said something to me then. You said you didn't want me to think, you wanted me to feel. You said you forbid me to think or worry or be anxious or to analyze, and you just wanted me to feel. You didn't even want me to understand any of it. You wanted me to give in and accept every little sensation, which was hard for me at first, but when I finally did... it was so special and wonderful, Lucent. It's still hard for me to do sometimes, but I like to do it when I can. It's very freeing."
He nodded slightly.
"That's what I want you to do right now," I said. "Sort of, at least. You can think a little bit, but I don't want you to worry or be nervous or any of that, alright? Just talk to me and tell me everything and be you, and feel. How's that sound?"
"I believe that was an altogether different situation," he said. "Mainly because we were about to partake in extreme intimacy, which—"
He trailed on, continuing to say more, but I didn't bother listening. Instead, I reached for the front of his pants and unbuttoned them. Lucent paused for a fraction of a second, then continued, but so did I. I unzipped his pants, then pulled at them, tugging them down. He lifted his hips and let me remove them, which I did, gladly. I pulled off his shoes, then his socks, removing his pants after, then his underwear. He kept trying to talk, to say something, but I didn't know what and it didn't matter. I unbuttoned his shirt, then lifted it up and away, sliding his arms through the sleeves.
Lucent sat on the couch now, completely naked. This, I thought, was good. I liked it.
"Miss Tanner, Mr. and Mrs. Landseer are in the other room. I hardly feel this is appropriate," he said.
I kissed his words away, tasting the faint remnants of cookie crumbs on his lips. "I don't want you to think about that," I said. "Mistress Tanner, remember?"
He laughed. "What kind of punishment is this?"
"It'll be a really bad punishment if you don't do what I say," I said. "What do you think of that?"
"I'm vaguely curious to see what sort of ideas you have in mind," he said.
"Are you defying me, Lucent?"
"Perhaps..."
"Stand up," I said.
He obliged me. We could barely see one another in the darkness, but it didn't matter. I saw enough of him to do what I wanted to do. While he stood there, waiting, I planned my actions.
With a gentle thwap, I spanked his butt. It didn't make a lot of noise, but in the silence of night it sounded loud. Lucent started to protest, but I spanked him again.
"Alright, you can sit now," I said.
Lucent sat and stared at me, and looked altogether far too formal and confident for someone who'd just been spanked. I frowned at him, for all the good it did in the dark.
"That was hardly what I would call—" he started to say.
I interrupted him with my hand on his cock, though. One hand for his cock, and the other for his balls. I straddled his lap, still fully clothed, teasing and stroking and squeezing him.
"Yes?" I asked, coy. "Go on?"
"Miss Tanner, you—"
Nope. Not good at all. I squeezed his balls tightly and snuck in for a kiss. "Mistress," I said, speaking directly between his lips.
"I don't know what's gotten into you," he said.
He said this, yes, and he sounded slightly affronted, but his hardening cock said something entirely different. I stroked him more now, up and down, slow and languorous, enjoying the feeling of his thickness in my hand.
"I'm dominating you," I said. "It's a thing I've decided to do now. It's kind of fun."
"You like it?" he asked.
"Kind of, but I'm going to stop if you don't apologize to me like I asked you to before."
"I apologize," he said. "I really do. Honestly and truthfully, I am so very sorry."
"Are you just saying that because I'm squeezing your balls?" I asked.
"I'm saying it because it's true," he said. "I'm sure the fact that you have my testicles gripped tightly in your hand doesn't hurt matters, though."
"Alright, and promise not to do it again. Call me Mistress Tanner, too."
"I promise," he said. "As best I can, I promise never to do what I did today. I will think matters through more thoroughly in the future, and come up with more appropriate plans."
I squeezed his cock tight as a playful warning.
"Mistress Tanner," he added.
"Good. Now..." I needed more questions to ask. This was kind of fun. "Where are we? I didn't really ask and I don't understand."
"Mrs. Landseer's been paying for her old apartment, apparently. This is the first time she's been here since she moved in and married Mr. Landseer, but it's become useful given the current situation."
"That makes sense," I said. "Now I want you to repeat that sentence, except use their first names."
"Miss Tanner, I—"
I squeezed his balls hard, and his cock harder. Doing my best to sound aggressive and harsh, I leaned towards his ear and tried to growl my words. "Do it."
His shaft flexed and squeezed against my grip. I felt his hardness growing even harder in my hands. I squeezed his balls a little tighter, enjoying the odd power I held. It wasn't the fact that I could hurt him, because I didn't want to hurt Lucent and I wasn't going to, but more that I had a firm grip on him, you know? There was certainly more to Lucent than his testicles, but this was his virility, his masculinity, and more. Currently, all of that was in my possession.
Jessika talked of her and Asher trying to have a baby. In my hands, held tight, was the exact thing that could give me a baby. Nevermind the logistics behind that, because I wouldn't be getting pregnant anytime soon, but... if I could, then I had that power at my fingertips, literally.
"Jessika's been paying for her old apartment," Lucent said, repeating himself from before. "This is the first time she's been here since she married Asher. It's a useful place considering the circumstances."
"Good," I said, and I kissed him.
"You're quite the dominatrix," Lucent said.
"I want to try something," I said. "Lucent, can I try something?"
"You're the one in control," he said with a grin.
"Yes, but maybe it's too mean. I don't know, though?"
"What is it?" he asked.
"I want to..." I loosened my grip on his masculine parts, then lifted my hips. I let go of his balls altogether, shimmied my skirt up a little, pushed my panties aside, and... "I want to do this," I said, right before lowering myself onto his cock. I guided him with my hand and he slid easily inside of me. "But different. I'm not going to move, and you aren't, either."
"I can see what you mean. This does seem extreme. It might be too pernicious."
"Did you just call me pernicious?" I asked, laughing. "That's rude."
"You're sitting on my erect cock, leaving me inside of you, and you said we're not going to have sex," he said as a point of fact.
"I know. That's part of the punishment."
"Part?" he asked. "There's more?"
"Yes, because—" I smiled to myself, giddy. Careful, I moved one hand to my front, slipped it beneath the skirt of my dress and the front of my panties, then started teasing and toying at my clit. "I want to do this, too."
"You want me to sit here while you masturbate with my cock inside you?" he asked.
"Mhm," I said, nodding and biting my bottom lip.
"I don't know how I feel about that."
"I know how I feel about it." I rubbed a little faster against my clit with two fingers, then squeezed my inner walls, gripping Lucent tight inside of me. "Do you want to guess?"
"What do I get if I guess right?" he asked.
"I'll go up and down once," I said. "Just once. Up, then down. That's it."
He considered his options for all of a quarter of a second. "I hope you feel good, Mistress Tanner," h
e said. "Do you plan on getting yourself off like this?"
I lifted myself up until just the head of his cock remained inside of me, then slow and sensuous I lowered myself back down. I squeezed tight against him when I reached the bottom, once, twice, then another time.
"I want to," I said, whispering into his ear. "Not you, though. I don't want you to cum until I say so, alright? Maybe not even at all? What do you think of that?"
He tried to kiss me, but I dodged his lips. He tried to buck his hips up, but I slapped him hard across the cheek. Then I covered my mouth in panic.
"Was that too loud?" I asked. "Do you think they heard us?"
"Possibly," Lucent said, trying not to laugh. "I assure you I won't be doing that again. You've proven your point that insubordination is unacceptable."
"Yes," I said, nodding once. "Exactly that."
Right at that moment, Jessika's bedroom door opened. It was dark, so I couldn't see much, and the bedroom light was off, so she probably couldn't see much either, but Jessika stepped out of her room and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was sort of between the kitchen and the living room, in the small hallway leading to the bedroom, so she had no reason to come in here, but what if she did? Or what if she saw us as she was going into the bathroom? Or...?
Lucent froze. I did, too. Jessika went to the bathroom, stepped inside, turned on the light, and closed the door. We were safe.
"Don't move," I whispered into his ear. "I'm going to keep touching myself. You better not move or say anything or she's going to catch us."
"I highly doubt this is a good idea," Lucent whispered.
"I don't care what you think. I'm doing it anyways."
And I did. I rubbed my clit more, moving in delightfully delicious circles, feeling the soft cloth of my panties against the back of my hand while I teased and tormented the needy, pulsing nub beneath my fingertips. I pressed lightly against the hood of my clit, then moved my fingers back and forth, grazing over it. It felt good, I wanted more. Fast, anxious, the potential beginnings of my climax simmered and surged forth, scratching their desires at the core of my body.