by Laurie Ames
"I don't.” Ellen answered shortly. "Get in here.” She dragged her by the cuffs of her sleeves before she could protest.
"Actually, I can't stay, despite your shocking hospitality,” she said mockingly. “My friends are waiting for me at the club.”
"Molly, you aren't leaving here until you change out of those clothes.” When had I gotten so possessive? So concerned? In any case, Molly wasn't leaving her house in wet clothes, she was practically blue, and her teeth were chattering.
"Fine,” Molly conceded. “Do you have anything I can wear?"
"Up the stairs to the right, there is a robe on the bed. Put it on to warm up. You can take whatever clothes you need from my closet.”
“Sweet!” Molly nodded appreciatively and walked up the stairs.
*****
Not only was she sitting naked in Ellen Page's house, she was naked under Ellen’s robe. She scrolled through her phone and texted the ladies to say she would not be able to make it. All the merriment had been washed out of her with the rain, all she needed right now was to find something that fits and go home.
Her phone beeped.
You should come down for some tea. It will warm you up.
-Ellen .
Why was she suddenly being so nice to her? She thought she would have been hell bent on getting her out of the house, but instead she had insisted that she stay and have a change of clothes, and now was calling her to come down for tea? What did that mean?
Molly walked down the stairs cautiously, she had on the most lavish bathrobe she had ever seen, and her feet were bare. Ellen was already setting down a tray in the sumptuous guest parlor.
"What's going on?" Molly asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You are being strangely nice to me, it’s so unlike you.” She moved in to take a seat and her hands accidently brushed against Ellen's. She unconsciously flinched. She was painfully aware of how close they still were.
"Here," Ellen handed her a cup of tea. "Be careful, it’s hot.” Molly took the cup carefully so as not to touch her again. Be careful it’s hot? What was that all about? Ellen took her tea, and instead of sitting far away, she sat right next to her, not skin close, but close enough to send warm shivers.
She didn’t say anything, just sipped her tea, meanwhile letting the uncomfortable silence build. Finally, Molly could take it no longer and broke out. “What’s going on Ellen?” Molly asked. “I’m serious, what’s up?”
“Well…” she paused. “I will be traveling to Dubai soon, and I don’t know exactly how long I’m staying.” She moved closer. “I know I’m your boss and all, but I would really love it if…”
“If what?” Her voice was silent.
“If…for this night we had a different kind of relationship.” She moved in suggestively, waiting for her to make the move. She looked unsure and slightly vulnerable, this beautiful god like woman was unsure about her answer? That made what she said next harder, but not impossible.
"No.” That shocked her, she could tell that Ellen was embarrassed, but she knew from experience that this was the right thing to do.
"No… what?" Ellen asked confused. She had done everything short of begging to show she was interested and ready to try again, but Molly refused to budge.
"I'm not doing that again, so you can act like the victim again?" Molly shook her head. "If you want me, you are going to have to make the first move.”
Chapter Seven
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"Alright,” Ellen said as she moved in for a kiss. It was strange to be the aggressor with another woman, but somehow it felt wonderful with Molly. She planted light feather like kisses on Molly’s lips, at the corner, licking her lips with her tongue. When Ellen deepened the kiss, Molly didn’t protest. She felt the sudden urgency to have more, be closer, to feel Molly’s naked chest pressed against hers. She was delighted when she watched Molly move to untie her robe. It took all she had to not lose her self-control when Molly dropped the robe and pressed up tight with her naked body. She moaned deeply at the sweet sensation of her velvety smooth skin and luscious titties. She felt Molly smile against her mouth at the effect she was having on her.
Molly moved her lips up to her earlobe, grazing it lightly with her teeth, and felt a rush in her groin. Molly’s hands were all over Ellen’s body, pinching her nipples, running down her abdomen, down the base of her spine, and across her butt cheeks. Oh my god!
“I want more of you.” Molly whispered. “I want you to strip for me.”
Ellen looked at Molly and squinted. Strip? She had never done that before, but it fucking sounded delicious. It felt right because she was doing it for Molly, in front of Molly.
Ellen released a moan before standing up to reach for her blouse with shaky hands. She pulled her blouse and bra up over her head, then catching Molly's eyes, she undid the buttons of her pants and dragged them down along her long legs. She now stood proudly in front of her, exposing her full breasts, curvaceous waist and sculpted hips. She wore only her sheer silk panties.
“All of it.” Molly said.
She removed the panties and could feel herself going red.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Molly said in awe. “By far, the sexiest woman I have ever been with.” She moved towards her, looking her directly in the eyes. “Your body is amazing, so relax.” It was obvious that Molly was trying to put her at ease, but her praises only deepened Ellen’s blush.
Molly took her hard-firm buttocks between her palms, while keeping eye contact with her.
“I have no idea what I’m supposed to do,” Ellen said.
“What do you want to do?” Molly asked in a very suggestive voice as she widened her stance.
“Dominate me.” She breathed.
“Say what?” asked Molly.
“You heard me correctly. You said you thought I would like it kinky. I’ve been checking out dominance and spanking on the internet,” replied Ellen. “Yes, in real life I’m Ellen J. Page, the strong, commanding woman that’s got to be so much in charge, just got to always be in control, can't ever let a single crack show," Ellen went on. “I love making mega business deals. I sometimes hire and fire hundreds of people in a single day. It is such a feeling of absolute power, it’s kind of sexy and almost orgasmic.
How could firing ever feel good? That sick!" Asked Molly in disbelief.
"The reason is that if I'm hiring, business must be growing and that will make me money. If I am firing, that means I am saving money, therefore I'm making more money. There's no downside. It feels incredible. People respect me because I am so heartless but I'm just so God damned tired of it. Just once I’d like someone to stand up to me, other than my Mother! I want someone to talk down to me, to spank me. Treat me like a little whore. That person is you Molly, I want you to dominate me. No one else would believe that deep down inside I’m actually a lesbian submissive.”
Molly grinned, as she ran fingers through her hair. “Well honey, you may be an ice queen but you’re also MY ice queen. You need to be punished and I am happy to indulge you.”
***
Molly pressed her lips to Ellen's forehead and Ellen burrowed into Molly's neck. Molly held Ellen, gently rubbing her back. A second kiss to Ellen's forehead made her start talking again.
So, tell me, how did this little fantasy start? Asked Molly.
"Well, I started by going on-line; I'm looking for someone to grab me, someone slap me, tell me what to do," Ellen confessed. "You know, I mean, make me eat her, make me lick her ass, and just be a real nasty bitch. Make me play with myself but don't let me cum until allowed. God, just let someone else be in charge for a little while, I want someone else tell me what to do!"
"Okay. What else?" Molly asked.
"Slap me, pull my hair, maybe even use a belt on me if I don't do a good job of cleaning your pussy with my tongue," Ellen admitted. Oh, and a strap on, make me get it good and wet, then fuck me hard with it."
"How would I know if I wa
s hurting you?" Molly asked.
"I’ve thought about that." Ellen said. "My safe word is 'money.' I say money, we stop."
She buried her head in Molly's neck again. Molly kissed Ellen's forehead and rubbed her shoulder. She pressed her lips to Ellen's lips again and she returned the kiss. Then Molly opened her mouth. She licked gently at Ellen's lips.
"Molly, what? What are you..." Ellen asked?
"Shut up Ellen, shut up and kiss me," Molly ordered.
"What?" Ellen replied, confused.
"Do I need to get my belt?" Molly ordered, using a handful of Ellen's hair to pull her face close. "I said kiss me."
After a long moment, Ellen murmured, "Yes ma'am."
Molly sucked forcefully on Ellen's tongue, then thrust her own tongue into Ellen's mouth. She jerked lightly on Ellen's hair again as they kissed.
"Very good, my little Ellie," Molly cooed, running her fingernails from Ellen's face to her throat.
"Thank you, Miss Molly," Ellen said.
"Are you any good at sucking titty?" Molly asked, reaching out to rake her fingernails on Ellen's large pert breasts.
"Yes, Miss Molly, I love sucking titty," Ellen enthused.
"Well?" Molly ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," Ellen said, easing her hands gently to the underside of her breasts. "Thank you, Miss Molly."
Molly's breasts were a generous handful on her slim swimmer's frame. Ellen squeezed them together, paying proper attention to her light pink areolae and hard little nipples. She massaged Molly's left breast while her mouth kissed and licked and nibbled around her right breast. When she reached Molly's nipple, Ellen used her tongue to rasp over the nub, back and forth until Molly let out a groan. Then Ellen blew a warm breath over the nipple before pulling it into her mouth.
When Molly was close to orgasm from Ellen's attention to her right breast, Ellen suddenly switched to her left breast.
"Yes, my little pet, oh yes," Molly moaned in pleasure.
"Thank you, Miss Molly," Ellen murmured happily.
"Would you like to lick my pussy?" Molly cooed. "Hmm? Would you like to taste my pussy, suck my pussy until I come?"
"Yes, Ma’am," Ellen moaned, rubbing her thighs together.
"Maybe. We'll see," Molly said, pushing her breast toward Ellen.
Molly enjoyed keeping up the charade, she was enjoying her dominating personality. When she was sure she was about to orgasm from Ellen's titty sucking, she pulled Ellen up again.
"Mm," Molly moaned into Ellen's mouth as they kissed. She gently touched Ellen's face with her hands and kissed her again. She then used her fingernails to rake at Ellen's breasts. Her thumbnails traced around Ellen's large areolae, then flicked at her hard nipple.
"Uh!" Ellen sucked in a gasp.
"Aw, my little Ellie," Molly cooed. "Did that hurt?"
"No, Miss Molly," Ellen moaned, thrusting her chest forward. "Please do it again."
Instead, Molly bent her head and gently suckled at Ellen's left nipple. Her tongue licked back and forth around the hard nub while she applied gentle suction.
"Oh, Molly," Ellen moaned, arms cradling Molly's head.
Molly bit down hard on Ellen's nipple. Ellen gasped out as Molly pulled on the nipple, stretching Ellen's breast away from her rib cage.
"What?" Molly barked, releasing the nipple. "What did you call me?"
"Uh, Miss Molly?" Ellen asked.
"No, you called me Molly," she growled, pinching Ellen's nipple. "You know my name is Miss Molly!"
"Yes ma'am, I'm very sorry Miss Molly," Ellen shuddered.
Molly again softly touched Ellen's face. She kissed Ellen's lips, her throat, then her chest.
"Oh," Ellen moaned in pleasure as Molly began to suckle her other nipple.
Molly found the texture of Ellen's areole to be very soft. With her tongue, she was able to feel the tender bumps of Ellen's areole. Molly loved the feel of Ellen's hard nipple as she flicked back and forth and rasped her tongue over it.
With their nude bodies pressed against one another, Molly could smell the intoxicating aroma of her expensive French perfume. Molly could now taste the bitter alcohol and chemical taste on Ellen's flesh.
"Oh, Molly," Ellen moaned, shuddering in pleasure.
Molly almost laughed. It was obvious that Ellen was hoping to have her nipple bitten. Ellen was clearly hoping for harsher punishment.
"What'd I tell you?" Molly barked, then bit down on Ellen's nipple.
"Ugh, oh God, oh Molly, I'm sorry," Ellen whined as Molly pulled Ellen's breast away from her chest.
"No, no, now that was twice," Molly snapped.
But Molly wasn’t exactly quite sure about how to 'punish' Ellen. "No, no, you need to be taught a lesson," Molly snapped, while wagging her finger.
"Yes ma'am," Ellen meekly agreed, wiggling her butt in anticipation.
Sitting up, a stack of pillows behind her, Molly pulled Ellen across her thighs. She softly rubbed her compact backside, marveling in the softness of Ellen's flesh and the tautness of her buttocks. Molly could feel the heat emanating from Ellen's pussy as she dipped her hand lower, down to where her buttocks and thighs met. She could also smell Ellen's excitement, it was an enticing, musky bouquet.
Ellen braced herself for the punishment she knew was coming any minute. The first slap stung Molly's hand as she smacked her hard. Ellen let out a whimper, then tensed, waiting for the next swat. Her legs started to quiver. She smacked her again on the backside. As Molly reddened Ellen's ass, she felt the stirring of an orgasm deep within her loins.
"Get that ass up!" Smack!
After delivering several more blows, Molly was sure her hand hurt as much as Ellen's buttocks. She gently rubbed Ellen's heated buttocks.
"What is my name? What is my proper name?" Molly asked, jerking on Ellen's hair.
"Miss Molly," Ellen murmured dreamily, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
"That's right, my little girl," Molly agreed, continuing to rub Ellen's buttocks.
Molly then dipped her hand between Ellen's thighs and found her wet slit. Ellen screamed and shook when Molly suddenly thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. “Don’t you dare cum on my fingers,” Molly demanded unfairly. As she steadily finger-fucked her, Ellen tried resisting but eventually lost her self-control. Despite Ellen’s best efforts, Molly soon forced her into a hungry, grunting, thrashing orgasm. As her after waves finally subdued, Ellen laid sprawled across Molly’s thighs, wondering if and how she might be reprimanded. Molly’s hand cupped her butt as she lay there.
"Oh, my little Ellie, did you just cum? Did you just cum without my permission? How dare you!"
"Miss Molly, Oh God, … I didn't expect you to do that," Ellen defended as she still panted out loud. “I’m so sorry.”
"Hmm!" Molly replied. "Well, what do you think we should do about that, huh?"
"I don't know," Ellen groaned as Molly dipped her finger back into her pussy. Molly brought the coated fingers to Ellen’s nose.
“Smell them! Do they have your sweet fragrance on them?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“What are you going to do about my soiled fingers?” Molly asked as she brushed the fingers across Ellen’s pouty lips.
“I would love to lick your fingers clean, ma’am, if you will allow me.”
“Then proceed.” Ellen began sucking her fingers clean until Molly nodded her head in satisfaction.
"Well done my little Ellie. Now you will try licking my ass, right?" Molly pressed.
"Oh, I’m not sure ma'am," Ellen whimpered.
"If I tell you to lick my ass, will you really lick it good, get your tongue way up in there. Are you going to do it?" Molly asked, raking her fingers through Ellen's thick blond hair.
"Yes, please ma'am," Ellen admitted.
"And you'll do a good job?" Molly asked, now raking her sharp fingernails along Ellen's neck.
"Mm, yes ma'am," Ellen cooed.
Molly pulled Ellen up by a handful of
hair. She kissed Ellen's lips then lightly bit down on her bottom lip. "You better lick my ass good; you understand?" Molly snapped, releasing her hold on Ellen.
"Yes ma'am," Ellen promised as Molly rolled onto her knees.
Ellen reached out and held tightly onto Molly's hips. She then began planting soft tender kisses onto her creamy white buttocks. She nuzzled each butt cheek for a moment, also using her hands to softly, gently rub Molly's compact backside.