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“You know? It’s rude to ignore a woman when she’s doing her best to seduce you,” Chelsea’s chin rested on top of the other woman’s shoulder, while she looked at the screen of her computer, brow furrowed.

The jewel maker would never understand why her girlfriend needed to work that much when she had those many people under her that could do whatever needed to be done. For some reason beyond her comprehension, the blonde insisted on working as hard as she could and on taking matters into her own hands when she deemed it necessary. It barely was necessary, Chelsea knew it.

But alas, her lovely don had been acting weirdly for a few months already, and not just her but Cassia and Chameleon were also a little annoyed about how much Langley was neglecting all three of them. Thus they all had agreed on Chelsea, being the treat that she was, talking to the mafia boss about how all her three girlfriends felt abandoned, ignored and even disrespected —there were no words to describe how they felt since Langley had started to listen to some random podcast and become obsessed with it. Chameleon had suggested eliminating the podcast from existence by tracking the host and doing her thing with her, while poor Cassia was one thought away from a relapse. Chelsea refused to let Langley lose Cassia, and she wasn’t especially fond of the idea of allowing Chameleon to make someone kill herself if her girlfriend was fond of her… Not that Chelsea was more mentally stable than the other two women. Which made everything suck harder.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I need to check on this report and make a couple calls before I can give you the attention you deserve,” Langley’s tone was stark, which made the woman shrink and look down, almost hurt.

“I…” She gathered all the courage she could, “I can deal with you not wanting me anymore, but this is not fair for Cass and Cham…” The pain tainted her sweet voice, but it didn’t prevent her from plastering a smile to her face while she moved back so as not to disturb the blonde further. “I’ll go for a walk and see if I can find a new sugar baby. Sorry I bothered you.”

“What…?” Taking a quick glance at her, Langley seemed to see something she did not like, for she frowned before looking back at the screen. Her hand, however, was quick to grab the white cloth of Chelsea’s Jacket, stopping her from going away. “Give me five minutes, stay where I can touch you.”

Feeling her eyes sting for some stupid reason, Chelsea allowed her body to relax before doing the only thing she had been wanting to do since she entered the blonde’s office. She knelt by Langley’s side, resting her head on top of the woman’s lap and closing her eyes when she felt a hand rest on the pink strands. For a moment, it felt as if nothing had changed, as if she were still Langley’s favorite pet and she could have her attention with just brushing herself against the taller woman, picking a revealing outfit or just existing around her. Had she lied when she said she could deal with the blonde not wanting her anymore? Well, the only other lie along those lines she had ever told was to herself when she tried years ago to believe she wasn’t in love with her master. It wasn’t easy to be in a situationship with Langley. It wasn’t even a matter of how much Langley worked, or the field she moved in, or how many people she had killed, or even having to share her with two more women… Chelsea didn’t mind if the woman softly scraping her scalp was a mafia boss who was willing to kill with her bare hands anyone who managed to annoy her. That actually turned her on beyond belief. But the fear of losing her in any possible way was worse than the slowest poison. When would Langley get tired of her? When would she decide she had had enough of her whims? When would she find a replacement for her? What if someone shot, poisoned, strangled, stabbed or found some other way to kill the blonde? For Chelsea, it was too hard to live with her own mind sometimes, but then Langley would simply smile at her and her whole day would be fixed. Who needed drugs if she had her?

It all had started eight years ago, when Langley decided to take her in after Chelsea killed her previous owner and everyone in the house she was kept in. At first she thought the blonde was just like all the owners she’d had before and just wanted a pretty young girl to satisfy all her needs and impress her associates. But Langley wasn’t like that, she had never been like that. Langley didn’t claim any kind of ownership over her, nor touched her in any sort of way, nor hit her when she overstepped or when her tongue was loose, nor locked her door and called her awfully terrible things to discourage her from running away… Actually, Langley had kept her distance, given her space and the chance to select her own food and clothes, as well as to manage her own time and freedom. It had been a terrifying experience. Yes, the blonde had insisted on her learning how to read when she discovered she was eighteen and illiterate, but until she did, she always read everything for her when she asked her; it wasn’t like Langley had ever forced her to do or not do anything.

Cassia always joked about how she thought Langley would remain two meters away from Chelsea until her last breath, had the pink-haired not taken matters into her own hands. Apparently, Langley was truly concerned about her feelings and comfort, even if she actually acknowledged Chelsea was pleasing to the eye; so she preferred to have her as a friend and treat her as such, making sure Chameleon helped her deal with all her baggage. It took Chelsea around three years of hard work to learn how to deal with her past and how to move on from it. After that, it was only a matter of time for her to start getting annoyed at the fact of Langley dating both Chameleon and Cassia, which she didn’t understand where it came from, at first. It wasn’t until she walked on the former, sitting on the blonde’s lap while they made out in the living room that it clicked for her. She didn’t want Langley to treat her as a friend. She wanted her to stick her tongue into her mouth and dig her nails into her ass until she made her moan the same way Chameleon was. She wanted her to take her cane and use it to tease her, like she had seen her doing with Cassia on one occasion. She wanted Langley to own her as if she were nothing but a pet or a toy she could play with whenever she felt like it. According to Chameleon, her upbringing kind of influenced her emotional and sexual preferences, but for as long as she and those involved were comfortable with it, it wasn’t like Chelsea cared at all about where her feelings came from. However, it took her nearly an extra year of therapy to…

“Where are you, kitty?” The deep and almost obscene voice shook her off her thoughts, drawing her attention back from them. Langley’s gloved fingers were still caressing her hair while her nails brushed here and there, making her purr from time to time.

“Just thinking…” Chelsea admitted, her eyes still closed. She did not want to open them and face reality.

“About me not wanting you anymore?”

Each word felt like a shot piercing right through her heart, but instead of tensing up or getting mad about it, she just felt powerless and defeated, as if her body had lost any strength it could have ever had. Maybe she could just stay there and wither until she died. Maybe, had she been in a better place mentally, she could have carefully studied the words and assume Langley was merely repeating what she had said earlier, instead of confirming she was no longer interested in having her.

“Kitty?” Langely’s tone became demanding and somehow concerned, but the pink-haired lump by her side couldn’t do much more than to wish for death to take her soon. “What’s wrong?”

Fingers pulled from her hair a little, until the pull disappeared followed by the hand on her head. So this was it, wasn’t it? She was no longer her master’s favorite thing, she was no longer wanted.

“Chelsea,” the word rolled out of the blonde’s lips so softly that the younger woman wouldn’t have heard it had it not been by the soft touch of a pair of hands that held her face, both resting on her cheeks and forcing her to move from her dying position. “Chelsea, look at me.” Fingers tenderly brushed her cheekbones, but there was something amiss. Thus, when she opened her eyes, she looked down, needing to confirm if Langley was actually touching her. “My eyes are up here, darling,” following the caring voice all the way to a pair of thin black lips, she only needed a little push from the hands on her head to finally look into a couple of green eyes full of concern and… Was that love? But it couldn’t be, could it? “Thanks god, you were scar…”

“You took your gloves off,” Chelsea interrupted, still unmoving. Maybe she had died and now was in heaven. How could someone’s hands feel that soft? She wanted to cuddle against the woman and enjoy the peace.

“Chelsea?” Now Langley’s voice also sounded like she was worried sick. She shouldn’t worry.

“You only take them off when you want to touch someone,” she tried to offer as an explanation, hoping that would wash away the worry from the other woman. She did not like how it felt on her beloved don .

“Oh…” And Chelsea could see how pieces clicked in place solving some class of puzzle for the older woman, which made her panic and hold onto her forearms for dear life, terrified she’d move away. “Silly girl…” Langley mumbled, leaning forward and capturing pink lips between hers. It was gentle, careful, loving.

Chelsea’s mind stopped working as soon as their lips made contact, melting to the touch and opening her mouth enough for the blonde to invade it with her tongue if she pleased. But she didn’t, and the younger woman couldn’t help but to groan in complaint, which was punished by Langley ending the contact and leaning all the way back. Pink eyes filled with tears instantly, for what could she do but interpret it as rejection?

“Chelsea, darling,” Langley whispered against her lips, brushing them with each word, but preventing the shorter woman from kissing her again. For some reason she was looking her in the eyes as if she were looking at her soul instead. “I still want you, I still love you,” she brushed a tear off her cheek and smiled softly. “You’re mine, and you’ll be mine for as long as you want to be,” only after making sure she had understood her words, did Langley lean back and use one of her hands to place some locks behind the other woman’s ear, “now, dear, I’m gonna need you to use your words.”

Instead of speaking right away, Chelsea stared at the woman in front of her, slowly starting to feel her usual self coming back from her premature death. She took a hefty but steady breath, glad to have Langley still cupping her face. The shadow of a smile was drawn to her lips after a few seconds, and it was just a matter of moments before she started rubbing her cheek against one of the hands holding her. Langley wanted her. She loved her.

“You’re not gonna leave us, leave me, then?” She didn’t want to ask it, but she had promised Cassia and Chameleon she’d talk to the blonde about this.

“Of course not!” Langley sounded definitely offended by that, which was somehow comforting, “what on the bloody hell made you think that?”

“Well…” Chelsea looked down, but strong fingers forced her face back up. She sighed and mumbled the answer, “you no longer have time for any of us, you seem distracted all the time you’re with us to the point you were even listening to that stupid podcast the last few times you even considered fucking any of us. Do you know how hard it was for Cassia to be riding your strap while you favored a stupid podcast instead of her?” Langley’s grasp tightened slightly, but her self-control almost made the pink-haired miss it.

“I have been neglecting all three of you, haven’t I?” She barely waited for Chelsea to nod before withdrawing one of her hands and pinching the bridge of her nose. Her mask was starting to break and the younger woman couldn’t help but curiously stare at her. “Shite. How bad is it? Nobody has died yet, right? You’d told me before things got out of hand.”

Chelsea decided it was the perfect moment to allow her cheek to rest against Langley’s thigh again, rubbing her face against the skin that the skirt’s slit left available, one of Langley’s ungloved hands still on her and allowing her to pursue further contact. She was down so bad for that woman she’d probably bark if she asked her to.

“I barely prevented Chameleon from tracking your hostess and did her thing,” she reluctantly admitted, but she was glad when she felt nails start to scrap gently on her scalp and neck as a reward, “but Cham is struggling to keep Cassia away from…” Instead of finishing the sentence, she held her breath, feeling the sudden shift in Langley’s demeanor.

She had only seen Langley enter a mania state twice in ten years and both times it had been due to matters related to drugs. She didn’t know what was the blonde’s past and what part did drugs play in it, but if she had learnt anything during that decade under The 9th Agency’s wing was that its boss would do anything and everything to eradicate drugs from her city.

“Talk,” it was an order, so Chelsea obliged, assuming her girlfriend needed something to ground her.

“We were all on edge, but we’ve managed to stay out of trouble for now… I wanted to talk to you before… Before anything major happened. I thought you’d want to know and that you wouldn’t want to see them hurt if you could help it,” she could see how Langley’s chest rose and lowered slowly, even if it was easy to feel her hand trembling on top of her head. 

Chelsea did not mention how she felt, what stupid things had crossed her mind or even considered that Langley would want to avoid hurting her too; she wasn’t that important, after all.

“But it’s hard to talk to you when you have so much work. And… And you’ve barely touched me in a couple weeks,” she finally admitted, pouting and moving one arm so it would rest on top of Langley’s legs too. She wanted her closer. “I hate it when you don’t touch me. I hate it when you don’t pay me attention. I hate it when you don’t tell me you still want me to be yours.” She held onto Langley’s legs, her fist closed around a handful of her skirt and her eyes avoiding the green orbs that were peeking at her soul. “You know I’m broken… And how hard it is for me to understand love without ownership…”

“And I’ve been a terrible owner, have I not, kitty?” Still deep, but slightly wavering, Langley’s voice should be considered sinful on its own. Chelsea’s pulse shot up upon hearing it forming those words.

“Yes,” there was no hesitation in her reply. She even looked at those beautiful green eyes that could kill with the correct glare.

“Do you think I can still fix it?” She waited until Chelsea nodded, “will you forgive me?” Another nod, a little smile. “Very well, then let me show you how much I care for you.”

“Here?” The idea sent a shiver running down her spine and even managed to make her blush. Usually Langley allowed them to be all over her anywhere she was, but kept their interactions limited to hugs or caresses when they were out of safe places.

“It’s two in the morning, darling, nobody will hear your screams,” she seemed to enjoy the way Chelsea gasped at the idea of the blonde making her scream. Her shoulders relaxed a little. “Now be a good girl and go fix your make up, I want to ruin it completely.”

Chelsea moved slowly, having lost all sensitivity in her legs due to her previous position, but managed to rise to her feet and remain on them. When she was sure she wouldn’t fall down, she leaned forward to leave a peck on the blonde’s cheek, smiling at how she rolled her eyes and did all she could to hide a smile. Only then did she make her way out of Langley’s office, swaying her hips and finally drawing her girlfriend’s attention to where she wanted it to be. It felt nice to be back to normal, which also included the chance of being fucked senseless by the hottest, smartest, nicest and best woman in the world.

The jewel maker had to make a conscious effort so as not to moan while just thinking about what the blonde might have in mind. She did a quick and decent job with her make up, erasing all traces of tears and smudged mascara, applying a new layer, touching her lipstick, putting a little more perfume. Even the gray-haired woman cleaning the bathroom could tell she was eager. But how could she not? She could already feel the cane against her butt, each blow precise and sweetly painful. Would she ever convince her lovely girlfriend to fuck her with her gun? She had to keep trying. Either way, Langley couldn’t blame her for running back to her office, or for leaving the door ajar, or for giving zero fucks about anything that didn’t include the blonde fucking her to her heart’s content. She had been of great help by going there and speaking to her, she deserved a reward!

“Have you drunk some water?”

It wasn’t the most romantic or suggestive question in the world, but it made Chelsea’s heart and pussy throb equally at the possibilities. She took the bottle the blonde offered and swallowed half of its content, wanting, needing, her to be satisfied with it.

“Good. How are you feeling?”

“Needy,” Chelsea grunted, both her hands moving to her own hips and resting there. “Can’t you just bend me over your desk and cane me?”

“You know that’s not how this works, kitty,” the blonde ignored the snort her words provoked, “and you’re nothing but my pet, what makes you think you’ll get to decide how I play with you?” Now, the strangled noise that left her throat seemed to satisfy her. “Remove your trousers and kneel by my side, kitty.”

Chelsea did exactly as instructed, beaming at the possibilities that her mind contemplated. She was, oh, so tempted to be a brat and to force Langley’s hand just to make sure she wouldn’t go soft on her just because she had been crying on her lap at the idea of being discarded. But she didn’t, not yet, at least.

“I’m fine now…” She mumbled, “I’d say probably green for anything you can think of, but red for the usual things…” After a moment of pause, she added with a thread of voice, “also red for saying you might get tired of me.”

The blonde’s face only showed comprehension and love for a moment, until she seemed to notice she was not using her resting-bitch face and recomposed herself. It was only then Chelsea was happy she had told Langley about that last thing.

“You’re such a good girl…” Langley’s hand rested on top of her head, caressing her hair again as a reward. “But would you still be a good girl if I asked you to wait like this until I was done with my work?”

The disgusted grunt Chelsea let out seemed to be enough, because deft fingers quickly grasped a handful of pink locks and she could feel the cold wood of a cane against her neck.

“Jacket off, now.” Chelsea quickly did as instructed, looking at her expectantly. “Tell me why I should waste my time training a slut who wants me to fuck her to unconsciousness, but then grunts at me, instead of studying my enemies so I can destroy them.”

“Because… Because I look really pretty hanging of your arm in social events and it would be terrible if I got distracted and let someone else fuck me, right?” She was not sure if that was a good reply, but from the way the cane disappeared from her throat, she was sure it had annoyed her girlfriend somehow. “Lang…”

She was interrupted when a hand suddenly grabbed her by the throat, fingers and nails digging on her neck and face. Rose eyes opened widely in surprise, for this was the first time the blonde had been willing to leave any kind of mark where it could be seen. But when Chelsea looked at her girlfriend she knew she had fucked up, rage making her beautiful features twitch. Wait, was Langley jealous? Sure, this had been the first time Chelsea had suggested someone else fucking her but… Wow. She should have tried this earlier.

“It would certainly be a shame to have someone else’s fingers inside,” she didn’t have an ounce of self-preservation, but seeing Langley clench her jaw, tighten her grasp around her throat until both of them were sure it would bruise, and the sheer anger flare on her eyes was making her soak her underwear, “just imagine how terrible it would be for some random person to push me against a wall and have me filled by anything but your strap…” She moaned, not at the idea of having someone else fucking her, but at how roughly the blonde pulled from her until she was eye-to-eye with her. Chelsea barely managed to balance in order to keep breathing and to not stop kneeling as she had been instructed. Her heart was racing on her chest and the lack of oxygen made everything feel much more intense, the position more than uncomfortable.

“You’re mine,” Langley growled, furious.

Yes. Yes. Yes. That was exactly what Chelsea needed and wanted to hear. She moaned, ignoring how her own hips buckled in a poor attempt at seeking relief. The blonde clearly noticed and finally clocked what Chelsea had been doing by provoking her. Fuck. Would she punish her twice harder because of it? She wished she would.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” Langley sighed, making her nails dig enough into her throat to leave furious red marks around it. “Do you think enraging me will get you anywhere? I bet you just want me to slap you,” the moan she heard seemed only to confirm that, “god, you’re so pathetic I could make you cum only with some spanking.”

Judging by the way Chelsea opened her mouth into a silent whimper and stuck her tongue out, it was obvious that she now needed Langley to do exactly that. She was glad the blonde had allowed her to keep her underwear on, for wetness would be spilling down her thighs otherwise.

Langley looked Chelsea in the eye for a moment, before dropping her completely. The younger woman took the chance to try and breath normally, heart pounding on her chest and legs almost trembling out of excitement. Sometimes the blonde was scared her lovely girlfriend would push her too hard, too far, just to get her to hurt her like everyone before her had done, but Chameleon had helped her understand it wasn’t like that. Perks of dating a psychologist who was also treating the other part.

Apparently a huge part of Chelsea associated ownership with love and pain with pleasure. She had her limits, but she had been begging her to treat her like property for months before Langley decided to ask Chameleon about it and finally agreed to it. But up to that day, she was still unaware of the kind of dark ideas that circled around that pretty pink head she so much loved. Yes, the mafia boss could think of some ideas about how to set up different scenes for her girlfriend, but each time she pushed Chelsea further than she thought would be healthy, the woman seemed not only to enjoy it, but to be grateful for it. And what could Langley do but anything in her power to see that stupidly cute woman smile at her?

No matter how worried she was about Cassia or annoyed at Chameleon right then, she needed to focus on what she suspected was the easiest problem to solve. She could reassure Chelsea as much as she needed, she could give her any kind of pleasure she might have ever dreamt of, she could show her she was not willing to let her go as easily as she prided herself on showing. After all, Chameleon hadn’t diagnosed her as manipulative, obsessive, toxic and a bunch of extra stuff out of nothing —even though Langley had said she was doing it to show off how many complicated words she had memorized. 

Discarding her cane somewhere —she wasn’t going to use it on Chelsea, anyway; not that one—, she took barely a few seconds to circle Chelsea’s waist with her left arm and then pull from her until she was lying downwards on her lap. Langley hid a smile upon hearing a shocked moan leave her lips, but she was still annoyed enough after hearing all that crap about someone else fucking her pet, so she angrily ripped her underwear from her. Chelsea’s response was to whimper and to hold onto her left arm for dear life, hugging it as if she were making sure it wouldn’t move away. How could Langley’s heart not strain at that? She needed her to know, she needed those words to be engraved into her mind.

“I don’t care about what you think,” the blonde leaned forward until her lips brushed Chelsea’s ear, her face buried on the pink strands while she inhaled her sweet and intense perfume. She closed her eyes, the fingers of her left hand digging at the younger woman's back, “you’re mine. Only mine. I might allow Cassia or Chameleon to take you if I feel like sharing my pet… But I’d murder anyone else who lays a finger on you, Chelsea.”

It took a moment for Langley to notice she had used her girlfriend’s name instead of calling her kitty by accident, but the way she started to squirm on top of her, how she rubbed her legs seeking relief, and the low pretty moans she left out made the blonde smirk. Well, it looked like she was somehow managing to reassure her while actually stating something she had never dared to acknowledge before. Langley rested her right hand on top of a porcelain-like buttcheek, slowly caressing the soft skin and relishing on the contact. Chelsea was more than ten years younger than her, but she had somehow made her way straight to her heart in just a few years. There was nothing the blonde could or wanted to do about it, aside from showing her how much she loved her and cared for her. She had truly been a terrible girlfriend for the last few months and she hated herself for it.

“Open your legs, kitty,” she smiled when she heard an anxious groan, “you’re not allowed to feel any pleasure that doesn’t come from me.”

“B-but…” Chelsea squirmed, probably hating the order she had been given.

“Open. Now,” nothing but a low growl on her ear.

“Please…” Ragged breaths reached Langley while the pink-haired woman did as she had been told.

“Begging already? We’ve barely started,” she wanted to scream at how cute Chelsea was, feeling her own arousal increase when she noticed how the wetness started to spill from the other woman’s cunt, falling down her legs. Shit, she needed to fuck her so badly now. “I’m going to spank you until you cum. Then, I’m going to keep spanking you until my hand is printed all over that beautiful ass and you’re unable to sit without remembering this.” Langley smirked when she felt how the shorter woman barely managed to prevent herself from closing her legs. “After that… Well, it all depends on how well you behave, kitty.”

Removing her right hand and stopping the caresses with that, Langley used her own mouth to roll her sleeve up, not wanting to take back the arm Chelsea had kidnapped. She’d start it carefully, not really wanting to hurt her, despite what she had just said… That was, of course, until she felt teeth biting on her arm. She did not hesitate, angrily lowering her hand until it hit one of the woman’s buttcheeks, leaving a hand-shaped red mark. The moan was silenced due to the bite, but if the way Chelsea’s teeth dug on her shirt and then her flesh, and how her whole body trembled were anything to go by, Langley would probably be done with the first part of her plan way too soon. She wrinkled her nose, not really happy about the idea of this being over that quick.

“I see…” She repeated her movements, raising her hand and then hitting the woman’s butt, “this is inconvenient,” Langley sighed, disappointed at herself for not being able to make this last longer. If not to admire how the arousal kept spilling down from Chelsea’s legs for a little more time, to make her pleasure last as long as possible. She hit her again, rougher this time. “I don’t want you to cum this fast,” she was delighted at the lewd sounds that were leaving her girlfriend’s throat. She did it again. “In other words, you’re not allowed to do it until I say so.” She slapped her butt one more time, feeling how the other woman started to tremble in her arms, struggling to do what she was told. “You’re making a mess on my skirt and my floor, you know that, right?” Another blow, this time in the other buttcheek. 

“Please…” Chelsea barely managed, between moans and gasps.

“I wish I could simply look at how wet you can get for me, I’m curious…” She kept slapping her ass, harder and without mercy, delighted at the way the younger woman went from muffled moans to muffled screams, “what do you say, darling? Do I stop and place you somewhere where I can look at your beautiful pussy for hours?” When she felt wetness gather on her left arm, Langley decided to move her hand away from the reddening area. That would probably make Chelsea think she’d do what she had threatened her with, which would probably edge her even more, but she just wanted to move her hair away so she could look at her face while she kept going.

“No… No… P-please,” panic dying her voice, Chelsea’s look was wild when the blonde finally moved the pink mane out of her way. Tears were streaming down from her eyes, once again, ruining her mascara, but she did nothing but to cry and cling to Langley, refusing to disobey any order that she had been given. “D-don’t stop… No… Pleas-se…”

“Alright, shhh, it’s alright. Hush, now…” Langley cradled her, her voice softening, while she put her hand back on her ass, caressing it to reassure her she wasn’t going to stop. Once again, she leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “I’m really sorry, my love. I should have checked on you before. Do you want to cum for me now?”

“Ple-ase…” She was having serious issues speaking, and probably thinking too.

“Shhh, I won’t stop again, it’s okay, just breathe,” Langley cooed, “you can cum whenever you want, you’re such a good girl.”

“Please don’t leave me,” Chelsea choked out, trying to hide in the embrace, now fully on sobbing. It shattered Langley’s heart.

“I’ll never leave you, Chelsea,” black lips did their best to kiss the tears away. She ignored the way pink nails clawed her arm, tearing the fabric of her shirt. “And I’ll tell you all the times you need to hear it. I’ll show you any time you doubt it,” she kissed her cheek and eye, resuming the spanking just to punctuate every word, “you,” one, “are,” two, “bloody,” three, “mine,” four.

That was all it took. Chelsea shook in her arms for a moment, screaming in pleasure and crying in a mixture of pain and relief, while she finally came, making a whole mess on the blonde’s lap and floor, wetness spilling down from her with each wave of pleasure. Langley did not stop kissing her face and hair, telling her how much she loved her, how she would never get tired of her, how good she had been, how proud she was of her… Until the younger woman finally stopped sobbing and babbling incoherent half-words. She did not move, however, probably ignoring her own comfort just to remain in the embrace; which the blonde rewarded by tightening that sort of embrace. She’d never let her go, no matter who she had to kill to keep her by her side. Even though she hadn’t enjoyed saying that anyone belonged to her before Chelsea had stated she wanted her to tell her that, even if it was a lie, the truth was that Langley did consider her girlfriends as her property… And she was not the sharing type.

“More,” Chelsea managed to utter, after a couple of minutes, even if her uneven breath posed some difficulties for speech, “you promised more… I’ve been good…”

“You’ve been more than good, darling,” Langley smiled at her and left a kiss on her forehead. “You’ve been great. Such a wonderful slut… My favourite pet,” each statement made the woman on her arms twitch with the little strength she had left, “now, let me give you a special reward.”

Instead of going straight back to slapping the now furiously red flesh, she decided to add an extra prize for her lovely pet, making her black nails dig on the back of one of her thighs and moving them up until her hip, applying all the strength she dared. Small dots of blood dotted the skin in the places where her skin completely broke. First in one leg, then the other. Chelsea’s whimpers were like music to her ears, and the barely understandable thanks that left her lips helped make her feel better about it all. It was just a matter of minutes to have her trembling on her arms again, her backside too bruised for Langley to have the guts to keep going.

Luckily for her, Chelsea didn’t look like she’d break down again, so Langley inhaled and forced herself back into her neutral face, before staring down at her. Her nails hovered over the bruised skin until her fingers found the wetness she was looking for, gathering some. Langley moved her hand until it was in front of Chelsea, moaning when the pink-haired started to lazily lick her fingers clean. For someone who tended to struggle with all of this, Langley enjoyed it too much sometimes. She shoved her fingers inside of Chelsea’s mouth, just to feel how her tongue vibrated and drowned a pleasured mewl; it felt nice, so she started to carelessly finger the younger woman’s mouth. She kept going while she thought about what to do next. On one hand, she’d like to have Chelsea choking on her strap, on the other, she wanted to give her so much pleasure she’d never consider let anyone but Langley fuck her. When trying to withdraw her fingers for Chelsea’s mouth, the blonde was surprised about how hard she was sucking on them just to try and keep them inside. That settled it, then.

“Be a nice kitty and open your mouth,” the instruction was simple, but Chelsea side-eyed her, disgruntled, while she followed it.

Langley did not waste any time, moving her hand out of view for her and thrusting two fingers in her pussy without warning nor regard. She almost came herself. Aside from lasciviously wet, Chelsea was so tight she’d probably hesitated to use two fingers if she were anyone else; however, the pink-haired woman was not anyone else and her only reaction was to let out a broken moan and clench so hard around her fingers that Langley was concerned about the possibility of one of them being broken. Biting her lower lip, the blonde tried to even her own breathing and to not focus on how Chelsea’s pussy throbbed around her, starting to move her fingers all the way out and then shove them all the way back in, knuckles deep. She started slow but hard, but when she noticed how Chelsea was starting to have issues breathing and controlling her lips and legs, she decided to go all out. The young woman wouldn’t be able to take a third finger, and no matter how much Langley tried to stretch her open, she kept clenching around her fingers menacingly, so she started to move her hand faster, deeper, pushing her forward until she heard the first scream.

A nearly animalistic feeling of satisfaction took over Langley when her girlfriend noticed what she had been doing while fucking her, moving her slightly forward with every hard thrust, until se had been forced to hook one leg over Langley’s right knee. That position did not only force Chelsea’s cunt to be completely exposed, but also made her clit brush against Langley’s leg and skirt, completely overstimulating her oversensitive bud. The blonde held her right where she wanted her with the arm that the younger woman had thought was out of the game since she had taken it a while ago. The wide and wicked smile on Langley’s lips only grew wider when she felt wetness damp her leg in discontinuous waves, Chelsea desperately rubbing herself against it, while trying to move away from it at the same time. To be fair, Langley wasn’t sure of how many times her pet had come since she started to finger her… Maybe she hadn’t stopped at all since she first pushed her digits all the way in, so maybe it was time to change her position.

Slowing down and giving Chelsea a moment to get used to the change of pace, she carefully started to pull out, groaning at how the woman’s pussy seemed to want to suck her fingers in too. God, she was such a needy slut, she should stop giving in her every whim if she was going to act like that when she granted them; she didn’t care if there was no rational part of the pink-haired woman still present, or if she didn’t look like she’d be able to move a single muscle on her own for quite a while, she was sure she was doing this on purpose.

“You really ruined my skirt with all that cum.” A series of incoherent moans was all she got for an answer, while still trying to pull out. “You’re so pathetic,” after another attempt and wincing at how Chelsea screamed and bit her arm again at the loss, she finally freed her hand. Langley opened and closed her right hand, trying to regain full mobility while appreciating the drying cum that made her digits glisten and connected them through a thread when she pushed her index and middle finger open. “You’re lucky I love you,” she off-handedly added, before brushing her hand on Chelsea’s back to clean as much of it as she could.

Langley took a look around until she found the water bottle she had offered Chelsea earlier, stretching to retrieve it and rolling her eyes when she felt the pink-haired making a poor attempt at humping her thigh, even if she could barely sway on the embrace. Was asking for a little patience that much nowadays?

“Bad kitty, open your mouth,” Langley commanded and finally, the jewel maker obliged without hesitation, defiance or any sign of discontent, her head falling forward, barely held by the older woman’s arm. The blonde was quick at opening the bottle and positioning it by Chelsea’s mouth, angling her enough so she’d be able to drink without needing to move much. “Drink, slowly.” She waited until the bottle was empty, discarding it on the floor before she pulled some pink locks behind the woman’s ears. “You’re doing great, kitty, how are you feeling?”

Instead of answering, Chelsea whimpered at the compliment and smiled like a blissful idiot. Her arms were both hanging lifelessly on each side of Langley’s, her breathing evening little by little. She was covered in sweat and arousal coated her pussy and legs, which always made Langley worry she could dehydrate… Not to talk about all those tears from before. Shit. She truly needed to do more to make sure Chelsea would feel better, to make sure any of her girlfriends didn’t think they were losing her.

“Green,” the pink-haired finally managed, regaining enough clarity. She tried to look at Langley, but she gave up when she guessed she’d need to move. The older woman wasn’t sure about what Chelsea was thinking, but she started to feel her lapping at her arm through the shirt, playfully, and she had to roll her eyes yet once again, “didn’t say red.”

“You were spasming and unable to talk,” Langley shifted uncomfortably with a sigh. “Are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Green,” Chelsea chanted, as if she could spell Langley into never stop fucking her. The next time she shifted, she felt a smile against her arm. “More, harder, deeper, meaner, dirtier…” The younger woman moaned in need, “... Master… Please.”

“You’re such a pathetic whore,” Langley groaned, but stopped thinking. The only thing that would save Chelsea from now on was either one of the safety codes or that she decided to have some mercy… Alas, Langley was not feeling especially merciful that day.

In a quick movement of her right hand, Langley closed her laptop and set it carefully aside, doing the same with a few papers she hadn’t had the time to file back in their place before Chelsea made it back from the bathroom. Once she had made enough room to drop the woman on the wooden surface, she held her carefully and got up in a swift move, not even breaking a sweat while she handled the body between her arms until she had her in the position she wanted her to be. She kept Chelsea standing, one arm circling the slim waist in an iron-clad hold, while the other crossed over her chest, right hand easily finding the pale column of her throat and closing around it. Heels ignored, Langley was only two centimeters taller than Chelsea, however, she was way stronger and barely struggled overpowering her.

“You can’t even stand and you keep begging for more,” she squeezed a little harder on the pink-haired’s neck, smirking when she leaned back, her head resting on her shoulder. “You keep moaning, trying to squirm and whining when I’m doing nothing at all…” She shook her head and licked the outline of her jaw.

“Hah…”

“Exactly,” she moved her head a little back so she could look Chelsea in the eyes. “I want you to open again, but this time stick your tongue out.”

Langley waited until her pet obeyed like the good girl she was before leaning forward, once again and licking the woman’s tongue, right before sucking it on her mouth in the lewdest way she was able in that position. When Chelsea’s eyes widened and a loudest moan vibrated through her throat, the blonde decided to simply invade her mouth with her own tongue now, in a messy open-mouthed kiss that left both of them breathless. It was only then she placed Chelsea on top of her desk, back pressed against the wooden surface.

“Try not to throw anything away, will you?” Langley smirked, before taking her hat off and letting it on her chair.

She pushed the woman’s weak legs open, then unsheathed her gun and put it right on top of Chelsea’s abdomen. She did not expect such a strong reaction, but the pink-haired pussy gushed out with renewed arousal, attempting to clench around thin air. Sure, her pet had begged her several times to use her gun to fuck her, but she had never thought she actually meant it! Maybe… No. That was too dangerous. She’d simply use it to tease, and just because it was locked.

“Do not move. If it falls, I stop.” Langley loosened her tie and then licked her own lips, “if you lose consciousness, I stop,” she rested both hands on Chelsea’s knees, “if I don’t like your attitude, I stop,” she smirked, wickedly, “if you tell me to stop, I’ll go rougher.”

Langley knelt down in front of her desk, placing both of her girlfriends knees on top of her shoulders and enjoying every sound, every reaction, every drop of wetness that dripped from her and into the wood, pooling until it fell to the floor. According to one of her best friends, the best part of a meal was always to cook it until it made your mouth water, and then devour it as if you were eating souls and not just food. Well, Langley’s mouth was definitely watering and she was sure she was somehow feasting on her kitty’s soul.

“Now, time to feast,” she mumbled before diving head first into the juiciest meal she’d had in weeks, making Chelsea scream with the first lap.

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“Hello, wandering souls. Maybe you’ve wrapped up a busy day, or perhaps you’re still mulling over the fatigue of today… Welcome to today’s episode of ‘Tea at 3 AM.’ I’m your host, El. Today we’ll have a… Special episode, but I must start it with a warning for all of you who do not want to consume this kind of content…”

The voice was alluring, soft, seductive, calming, inviting, comforting… Langley had no clue about how to explain what a stupid voice made her feel, despite having no face, nor identity, to associate with it. She was sure her girlfriends would not judge her, probably they’d even start to mentally prepare themselves to accept that there would be one more person amongst them, but… She didn’t want them to know. How would she say she wanted to cry and cuddle into a corner each time she heard the host of the podcast speak? She was The 9th Agency’s boss, she was one of the three most important mafia heads in the whole country, she had a whole family and a multimillionaire business to take care of; she couldn’t have feelings or cry like a baby, there was no room for weaknesses.

And yet… Yet she had three known weaknesses that were constantly exposed and endangered. She’d check their security and maybe add one more person to their bodyguarding teams later.

Langley took a sip from her cup of coffee, closing her eyes and paying more attention to what the voice said and not to what it made her feel. She was curious now, since the host rarely used any content warning, for everybody assumed she would describe explicit and disturbing scenes to illustrate the stories that people previously told her. The program was usually about her, spilling all kinds of gossip and information related to multiple random people that never got named, probably because that would ruin the whole ‘I’m a mysterious and anonymous person who you’ll never identify, so be careful or you might be the next person I talk about in my podcast’, but who sometimes Langley had been able to place. There was one story that was especially funny about Cabernet Franc, but her friend would bite her head off if she told her about it . The blonde respected the mystery, and also appreciated the kick it gave to the whole brand.

“Unlike any episode before, tonight’s will be a little different. First of all it will contain explicit and detailed descriptions of sexual intercourse, potential non-con and all kinds of sex-related vocabulary and situations. Not the bizarre nor gorey situations we’ve had until now but… Spicy, nevertheless. I’ve also adapted some parts slightly to make it easier for you, my dear, to immerse in this episode…”

Carefully leaning back into her armchair, so she would not disturb Cassia too much, she raised an eyebrow. This was not only a complete turn for the podcast, but also something she didn’t expect to send a shiver down her spine; after all, Langley had always been more of the practice than theory type of woman, so instead of watching an explicit video or anything like that, she’d simply go out and fuck someone instead. The host saying she was about to describe a potential non-con sexual intercourse with all kinds of details, however… Well, she was expectant, to say the least, even though she was usually repulsed by such things. Maybe it had something to do with the person between her arms.

“Now that you’ve been warned, listening from now on is your own responsibility. Wandering around on a lightless night, are you trying to say something to me…?” Then the opening of the program started playing.

Langley took a new sip from her coffee. She looked down at the woman that cuddled between her arms, head resting on her shoulder while sitting on her lap; she was so beautiful that Langley could barely find words to describe her. The blonde hadn’t found the right time to talk to either Chameleon or Cassia about the matter Chelsea had brought to her attention a few days prior, but as soon as she’d  made it home, Langley had headed straight to the ashy blonde’s room, taken her clothes off and slipped into her bed, hugging her from behind. She hadn’t slept that night, thinking about how to handle the situation, and everyday she’d come back home looking for Cassia and taking her wherever she was, just to keep her close and watched.

Yes, Langley was sure the woman had a lot of things to do that did not involve the mafia boss demanding not only her attention, but her constant presence and time. But Cassia looked almost relieved to be constantly forced into her company, be it because Langley simply wanted her to sit on her lap while she worked, like that afternoon, or because she had decided they should have some coffee and chat. The first telltale that Langley saw about how close to a relapse her girlfriend was had been how unfocused and detached she looked. How had she not noticed it earlier was something that enraged Langley beyond words. Maybe she should talk to Chameleon first and then move from there but… Chameleon was only a danger to society, not to herself. Cassia, on the other hand, was both.

The opening ended and Langley held her breath, distractedly placing an ashy-blonde lock behind Cassia’s ear. The shorter woman had agreed to listen to the podcast’s episode with her at Langley’s request, so they both were wearing headphones and trying to figure out how to act during that strange time. It wouldn’t be that different from watching a movie, the blonde had supposed, at first, but now it felt as if she were showing Cassia something extremely private and just holding her breath and waiting for the woman’s reaction. Maybe she should have chosen any other old episode and not the most recent one… Definitely not one with sexual content… Shite.

“Now, let’s start, my dears… You are in the hall of one of those fancy company buildings, it’s late at night and you shouldn’t be there unless you have a good reason for it… But for a while you’ve been worried. First there were the distant screams that lured you to the half-open door. It’s the only office that has the light on, probably only you and whoever is inside are the only people on this floor. Besides the screams, there was also the sound of someone being hit, the crying, the begging,” the woman made a pause, “it was impossible not to hear it even from another floor, so you just needed to come and see what was going on. Does someone need help? Has someone died?”

Her voice was charged with emotion, carefully modulated to elicit different emotions from the listener, so Langley found herself fascinated at how she felt slightly turned on by the scene the woman was starting to set. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew for a fact that anything non consensual made her sick and disgusted, and yet… Why was her heart pounding on her chest? Why wasn’t she having her usual visceral reaction? Why was she so curious?

“You walk slowly, quietly, until you reach the door, your breath caught in your lungs. It’s ajar, so you can peek inside from the safety of a cover, ready to run if you need to. You won’t be seen from there, you just want to make sure everything’s okay, but… Once your eyes meet the source of the sound, there’s nothing you will be able to do to look away. You can’t, you don’t want to look away. There’s a woman. She’s lying on a desk, her breasts pressed against the hardwood and overflowing from the embroidery top she wears. She’s really beautiful, despite her smeared make-up, despite her tears and despite the pool of saliva forming under where her cheek is pressed against the desk. This woman is the kind of beautiful that would have you thinking of having her like this at just the first look… You’d actually love to be the one pounding her from behind the desk, to be the one holding her hips in place while you mercilessly thrust yourself inside of her wet tight pussy…” Another pause, this time out of breath.

Langley found herself heaving and incredibly aroused at imagining one of her girlfriends like that while she fucked her, even if only after discussing the boundaries and conditions. She licked her lips and decided to sip some more coffee, wishing it would help her calm down; a woman describing a lewd scenario couldn’t be affecting her that much, she refused. But then Cassia groaned and it stole a smile from her lips; she looked like she was also picturing one of their girlfriends, maybe even herself.

“You notice you’re out of breath,” which the blonde was, for one, and that was starting to make her believe the host was just playing to turn on her audience for fun. The comments would be worse than a highschool classroom. “Your heart is hammering on your chest at the way the cute woman babbles, squirms, moans and screams in pleasure… She must be really wet if it’s being that easy to slip in and out of her while she’s clenching and cumming around it, judging by how she weakly tries to move away from the intrusion and against it at the same time,” the host had the audacity to moan and it took all of Langley’s self control not to take Cassia to her bed and call Chelsea so she’d be able to fuck both of them just like that. Just like she had, barely a few days ago. Shit. That only made imagining the scene way easier.

“The woman starts to beg the other person to stop, she says she can’t keep going… She even tries to move away, but she has probably been cumming for hours now, she trembles and tries, but barely manages to move a hand. Then you see a hand grab her by the hair and pull from it until she’s somehow suspended by that, while the person behind her keeps roughly fucking her. Cutie doesn’t look like she can move a single muscle anymore. She doesn’t even look like she can keep her eyes focused, and you see how her tongue rolls out of her open mouth in a way that makes you want to lewdly kiss her and swallow every sound that leaves her lips. Her tits bounce with every thrust inside of her, displayed just for you to see, the straps of the top halfway through her arms. You can’t see it, but you’re sure that the person behind her is hilting every single time, ah…”

Langley was starting to worry both her rushing heart and her uneven breathing would annoy her girlfriend, so she focused on calming herse…

“You can feel your own arousal making a mess in your underwear, how hard it is not to let your hand slide inside the layers of clothing to relieve yourself… But you need to keep looking, even if you throb at every plea of the beautiful woman, even if your own bra and shirt are becoming a torture each time they brush your hardened nipples, even if you’re almost panting by just looking at this… Because even though you want to be the one ruining her, your eyes are not on her anymore, they are on the woman behind her. She has a wild look. It’s the kind of look you expect to see on a predator when it’s hunting for fun and not for food. Her arms are strong, so strong she’s holding all the weight of the poor woman who cries near unconsciousness, now barely able to even spasm. You can see how her shirt is ruined, the dark silk torn in several places, damp stains all around it… That makes you look at the red marks on cutie’s neck, which are starting to turn purplish and greenish, her shoulders and tits are full of hickeys and teeth marks… A part of you wants to do that to her, but another part just wants to be her, completely lost to the bliss of pleasure, reduced to nothing but a warm wet hole to be used by a goddess who is barely holding you tied to reality.” 

The host's breath was ragged when she paused next. Langley was sure this was the first time each and every word that had left her mouth for a while now had been sounding like moans, as if she were getting as turned on by telling this story as she was making her audience. Would the woman have touched herself to this fantasy? She definitely sounded like she wanted to. Even the blonde wanted to, right now, fucking hell. Another option was to find the host and to fuck her right like she was begging to be fucked, but… No. That wouldn’t be appropriate.

Langley looked down, humming at the sight of Cassia’s flushed cheeks and heaving chest. The way she was clinging to her dark green silk shirt was kinda cute, if she was honest, but she could also notice the struggle and refrain in the ashy-blonde’s features, so she decided to just hold her tightly and say nothing.

“You look back at the huntress. She’s smiling, delighted at every sound, at every reaction she’s getting from her prey… She’s clearly enjoying how she’s ravaging her. A part of you wishes she notices you, that she goes feral and pounces over you, leaving cutie alone… Just to do what she was doing to her to you. You want her to push you against the floor, not giving you any room to run away or escape from her, while she fucks you like the demon she is… But you remain quiet and unmoving, just watching, telling yourself you shouldn’t have such dark fantasies, even though your pussy is clenching around nothing at them,” she groaned, groaned, in the mic, before she kept going. “It’s only then you notice biting marks on the goddess' left arm, then you look at her impossibly beautiful face and see the lipstick smudged all over her mouth. She opens her lips, letting out the lewdest moan you’ve ever heard, and you can only assume she’s cumming, because she closes her eyes and stops moving for a moment. You can’t stop looking at her while she starts moving her hips ever so slightly, riding her high, and you’re sure you will be obsessed with this, with her, for the rest of your life. You even consider making an episode for your podcast about this, but then you discard the idea, because it is not the kind of content you make,” the host stopped again. Langley was going wild, and it didn’t help that Cassia looked like she was about to tear her shirt open, burying her face against Langley’s neck instead. “But then… Oh, then you notice that cutie has completely passed out, that she seems to be barely able to breathe when she’s left back at the desk, and your eyes go right to her cunt. You see how the goddess pulls out a strap, the size makes you flinch, you have barely been able to take half of that on your best day. No wonder cutie was screaming earlier, you want to scream right now too…” 

“Shite, Cass…” Langley was getting distracted by the soft kisses the woman was leaving on her neck, far too turned to contain a grunt. Cassia bit down, fiercely, until she made her bleed, and then soothed the sting with her tongue.

The mafia boss was too deep into the mixture of the story described, the voice that reached to her deeper self and her girlfriend kissing her neck to even consider how the taste of blood could affect Cassia.

“The goddess removes the strap from herself and only then you see it was a double. She had taken her own pleasure from fucking cutie unconscious, and that makes your knees wobble. No… You can’t let yourself be seen nor heard, so you turn around and rush to hide. Each step is a pleasant torture and a wet mess. You will even have to wash your trous…”

Langley took her headphones off and tossed them on the desk, focusing completely on the woman requesting her whole attention. Cassia’s kisses had turned hot and wet when she had noticed the estate Langley was on, her right hand playing with the woman’s tie distractedly, even if the other still threatened the integrity of her shirt. The taller woman hugged her closer, tilting her head to give her more room to do as she pleased, gasping when her girlfriend decided to suck on her pulse point and bite a second time. A small ray of hope managed to make its way to Langley due to the woman’s reaction to the podcast, but right when she started to believe, Cassia stopped, moving her head back to rest on top of her shoulder and removed her headphones. 

“Cass?”

“I’m sorry…” Her hand let go og the tie and Langley knew that she’d lose her if she didn’t do anything right at that moment. So she took a hand to Cassia’s pale cheek, softly caressing it and looked at her with the softest expression anyone would have ever seen on her.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, darling,” she forced the ashy-blonde to lean back so she could look right into the usually —although not now— sly, red eyes. “It’s me who should be apologizing. I haven’t been the best girlfriend lately… Shite. I haven’t been a girlfriend at all.” Keeping a hand on the woman’s hip, Langley tangled the fingers of the other between ashy-blonde and blush-pink locks, lovingly caressing them. “I’m really sorry, Cassia. I have a lot on my plate and I haven’t been properly dealing with it, so I allowed it to pull me away from you. It is not an excuse and I am working on fixing it. I do not want to hurt you in any possible way, even though I am aware I already have…”

“It’s alright, you know I don’t mind…”

“Bollocks,” Langley glared at her, making the perfumer look away. “You mind. You mind even more than Chelsea. So do both of us a favour and don’t try to lie to me.”

Cassia inhaled sharply and tried to turn her head, not wanting her to be able to see her face; however, the don wasn’t going to have any of that, which meant she held her hair tightly, forcing her to remain in place. That definitely seemed to enrage Cassia, as if it had been the last string that broke the camel’s back.

“Well, what if I fucking care?! It’s none of your fucking business, Langley!” She tried to push her away, leaning back and nearly losing her balance; had the blonde not held her as tightly as she could, she would have probably fallen down from her lap.

The mafia boss knew she was pushing on all of Cassia’s buttons, which was a dangerous game… But she hadn’t made it there by running away from challenges and problems, nor without spilling some blood. Thus, if her girlfriend needed to kick the shite out of her to forgive her and to relax, she would more than happily let her do just that. Just because Langley didn’t show her weaknesses, it didn’t mean she didn’t have them, and when it came to her women, she was nothing but a sucker.

“It’s my bloody business if it has anything to do with you,” Langley growled, enduring every punch the woman was throwing at her just to push her away and to make her let go. “You can’t just run away from things when you don’t like them!”

“Oh, really?” Cassia hit her on the face, hard enough for one of her rings to rip the skin of her cheek and to probably leave a bruise, but she was too angry, too unfocused, to either notice nor care. “And who is saying that? The asshole that spends all her free time listening to a stupid porn podcast instead of… Of…” She screamed out of frustration, probably not finding the words she needed to explain herself. There was little that Langley could do to prevent her from hurting herself, beyond allowing Cassia to hurt her instead.

“Talking to you? Going out for dinner or a walk? Trying one of your new perfumes? Checking up on you?” The blonde offered, trying to aid her somehow, but certain she was digging her own grave.

“I… I…” She screamed again, this time tears flooding her eyes. “You weren’t even saying good morning to us! To me!” She grasped Langley’s tie, roughly pulling from it. “You were busy with your stupid podcast, your stupid meetings, your stupid calls, your stupid work…”

She dropped the stripped fabric and tried to move away again with an abrupt pull, but the only thing she managed was to finally fall to the floor and to drag Langley with her. They fell with a loud thud, but the blonde was fast enough to put her hand under her girlfriend’s head, not wanting it to hit the hard surface; what were a couple more bruises, anyway? Langley held herself in both her knees, a hand and the forearm of the left hand, which she had used to cushion Cassia’s head’s landing.

“You forgot the fucking anniversary, Langley! You’re an asshole! I hate you!”

The next punch Cassia landed on her face made a terrible noise against her nose and produced a noticeable bleeding right after. Despite the taller woman not complaining nor making a sound about any blow, physical or verbal, she received, she couldn’t help a stupid treacherous tear from rolling down her cheek and falling, lost, into the lighter blonde mane under her. She couldn’t blame Cassia for hating her. She deserved all the pain each hit could make her feel and more. Because her girlfriend was right and it was only now Langley was noticing she had totally missed the anniversary of that night. Not just that, she had probably not even talked to Cassia in all that day, which made her want to start slamming her own head against a wall or the floor. She moved her right hand to wipe a droplet of blood that had fallen into the woman’s face. Actually, she should move away from Cassia to prevent her from either seeing or smelling the blood in her, for there were little stenches the shorter woman despised more than blood. One way or the other, Langley was going to need much more than an apology to fix this, and she wouldn’t manage to do so right then.

“I understand,” she tried to smile at her, knowing it didn’t matter if she told her how sorry she was or how much she loved her, because it wouldn’t reach her. Not in the state she was currently in. Cassia deserved so much better. Better than this. Better than her. She closed her eyes when a slap hit her on the bloody cheek. “I screwed up big time, I’m aware of that. I just hope you allow me to redeem myself, that it’s not too late… I’ll wait until you’re back, Cass, always.”

Langley leaned forward until her lips were pressed against Cassia’s forehead, and then moved back to prevent any blood from staining the woman any further. Her own heart was shattered to pieces, but that was the least torture she deserved after having hurt the perfumer. She knelt by the woman’s side and gave her the chance to get up and leave if that's what she wanted to do, but she did not hesitate to offer Cassia her hand to do it, always the gentlewoman.

Cassia —or the maniac and dissociated state her mind was lost in— barely acknowledged the hand that was in front of her, taking the chance to run away as soon as it presented itself. She rolled on the floor and hurried out of Langley’s reach, always keeping an eye on her movements, ready for her to attempt anything. She wanted to hurt her. She wanted Langley to know how much she had hurt her so she wouldn’t do it ever again. She wanted to grab the closest knife and to bury it to the hilt on her beloved’s chest so she’d understand how awful it was to be stabbed right at the heart. After getting up and taking a few steps back, she unconsciously grabbed a letter opener from the top of Langley’s desk, feeling a delusional satisfaction when her fingers curled around the handle and held it tight at her back. The only thing she needed to do now was to walk back to where Langley was still kneeling and allow her hand to descend until the little knife had pierced through skin and flesh.

Yes . She took a few steps towards Langley. That’s right what I need! She leaned forward, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. She needs to know! The blade started to approach Langley’s chest, right like it had done that night almost thirty years prior. However, instead of being the one looking at how someone threatened a blonde girl with a knife, she was the one doing so. And unlike that night, Langley was not looking at the person attempting against her life with nothing but cold rage and a silent challenge in her eyes; she was looking at them with nothing but love and understanding, with forgiveness instead of betrayal. Why? Why? Why?

Langley took a hand to her cheek and caressed it softly, brushing it with an ungloved thumb.

“Some truths can only be exchanged for blood, but this time…” She smiled at her in the way she used to smile at her when they were younger, careless, free. Who are you? “I don't want to make too much of a ruckus.”

What are you doing? Cassia’s hand wavered, the tip of the letter opener having barely made it through the black silk of the shirt. Breath her in. She didn’t want blood. She didn’t want Langley to be hurt. She didn’t want her to know what pain felt like. And most definitely she didn’t want her to die; not now, not ever. Langley needed to be immortal, just like the best perfume should be. A metallic stench reached Cassia’s nose and made her drop the blade as if it were burning iron, while she started to take step after step back, bringing both of her hands to cover her nose and mouth, sick. What had she been about to do? Had she stabbed the love of her life? Her most valuable fragrance?

She looked at Langley’s chest, needing to see if there was a damp and dark stain over her chest, but she could see nothing. Then, where was it coming from? Her eyes roved from the taller woman’s chest to her face, contemplating in horror what she had done. There were a couple of cuts on Langley’s cheek, which was swollen and dyed with red and purplish tones, two thin lines of blood tracing their way down to her jaw and neck; but that was nothing compared to her nose, which was completely covered in that disgusting thick fluid. While Cassia started to tremble, horrified, her back finally crashing against a wall, her girlfriend seemed to finally be able to move, rushing to take her own shirt off and to use it to clumsily attempt to clean her face. Langley was barely able to wash away the scarlet remains that exposed what had happened, leaving red stains all over the area, even if she removed most of it. However, instead of approaching Cassia, she went to her handbag and took something out.

Cassia decided she didn’t want to look at Langley’s pretty and sharp face, her eyes moving back down to stare at her body. The pale skin didn’t show much evidence of its aging, perfect muscles sculpted in a voluptuous body with the perfect curves and sizes according to Cassia’s personal taste. There were too many scars for her liking, however, some carved by knives, some by bullets, and others… Others were the reason why the woman in front of her struggled so hard to maintain direct physical contact with people and why she was unable to withstand being naked in front of anyone but her three girlfriends; not that she always managed to handle her own nudity around them. Those scars were the reason why Langley was who she was, the reason why she did what she did, the reason Cassia could never let her go, no matter what.

The world blurred when tears started to gather and fall from the red orbs, making Cassia unable to keep looking at her girlfriend and reminding herself of the story of each and every scar. She had finally come back to clarity and was both horrified and terrified for what she had almost done. Losing control during a manic episode never ended up well, but this time, it had been worse than ever.

She slid down the wall, sitting on the floor and struggling to breathe for a couple of minutes. It was hard to register a couple of cold hands cupping both her cheeks and pointlessly brushing away the tears that spilled from her eyes, but she did her best to anchor herself to reality with that. She stretched one arm out, her shaky hand hanging in the air for a moment, since the fear of hurting her beloved made her reluctant to touch her. Langley did not move, as if giving her time to decide if she wanted to push her away or to pull her into her arms. What a stupid woman she was, Cassia thought, while she circled her neck and practically made the taller woman fall on top of her. For some reason, Langley no longer reeked as if she had bathed in blood… But instead of checking her face, she’d rather bury hers against the crook of her neck and inhale her intense and delicious fragrance. Yes, she’d truly love to get lost in that sweet aroma and forget about anything else.

Langley sat on the floor, between her legs, one arm circling her waist, the other hand caressing her hair in soothing movements while she slowly calmed down. This had been the worst episode Cassia could recall. Usually, she took her issues out at someone else, be it an outsider or herself, but this time… This time she had been too close to hurting Langley… No. She had hurt Langley and she had been one thought away from killing her. Had the blonde not smiled at her like that, had she not looked at her with anything but love, she’d be bleeding out on the floor right now. That idea made a strong urge mixed with dread rise from within the ashy-blonde, as if it were a dark hand that closed against her throat wanting to choke her and pluck her heart out of her chest. 

“You… You didn’t…” Cassia sobbed, clinging to her girlfriend, “why? Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Because if I ever have to choose between your happiness and my life, I won’t need to think much about what I’d pick,” her voice softened, “the world may burn and hell may freeze, but you will always be my priority, Cass.”

“That… That’s stupid!” She halfheartedly pushed her, feeling fresh tears gather in her eyes. She felt sick… She did not deserve Langley’s love nor adoration, she wasn’t worthy of it, even if the taller woman would insist it was the other way around. How could Langley think her death would make her happy? How could she believe her life wasn’t Cassia’s most precious treasure? “I’d never be happy without you.”

“Are you calling me stupid?” She’d bet Langley was raising an eyebrow now, which made her somehow feel weaker. She’d very much like to be hugged protectively by her while she kept crying.

“Yes!” Wait, “no! I just… I meant… Ugh!”

The taller woman’s beautiful laugh made her groan and pull her closer in the embrace. She could be so difficult sometimes! But it usually made her feel better. It was the kind of thing that lifted something heavy from your heart and made it flutter at the same time, as if her heart had never been truly able to beat until then. The dark hand that Cassia was sure had been trying to choke her to death disappeared, allowing her some air and peace. Finally, tears stopped coming to her eyes and her breathing evened, but her body felt as if she’d been running a marathon. Would it be too daring to ask Langley to hug her and lay down for a while? She’d love to rest her head on the blonde’s wonderfully comfortable chest, close her eyes and forget anything but them existed.

“Whenever my restless emotions are soothed, I know... it's because you have come to me…” Cassia mumbled against Langley’s wet skin, before pressing her lips against it and ignoring the salty flavor of her tears on it. One single whiff of the blonde’s scent was enough to calm her down any time.

She just meant to leave a tender and chaste kiss, but there was something too alluring in the blonde’s smell and taste that forced her to leave a second and a third kiss. By the fourth, her tongue was tracing the long column of her throat, from her pulse point to her jaw, softly biting there. To be someone who just wanted to cuddle, she was cruelly teasing her girlfriend… Maybe they could cuddle later, it would be a crime to turn Langley on just to then refuse to take care of it. Maybe the blonde would allow her to get lost in her fragrance first. There was no trace of blood on sight and she couldn’t taste it either, which made her think Langley might have used something to properly clean it, even if her face was swollen and the looks of her nose would easily make Cassia flinch, had she not been that distracted kissing and sucking until she was sure it would bruise. Thus, she decided not to look and to avoid the crimson red teeth marks on the blonde’s neck, her lips finally reaching her girlfriend’s and almost shyly kissing them. The fleeting graze of their lips sent Cassia all the way down memory lane, to a cold night, when Langley had dared her to kiss her while they looked at the stars through the window of Cassia’s bedroom; as if she wouldn’t be able to do the only thing she had been wanting to do for years.

“We need to talk, darling,” the playful touch of the dark lips with every word was too tempting to resist, so Cassia bit the lower one, pulling back just to stare at those beautiful green eyes.

“You can talk all you want, I plan on having my mouth too busy for that,” it sounded more like a question than Cassia would have liked, so she moved one hand to the back of Langley’s neck to keep her in place before kissing her. Properly, this time. She made sure it was a wet and messy kiss; not that it was hard to manage, the blonde complied easily, opening her mouth and allowing Cassia to control the pace and intensity; it was a great opportunity for her tongue to invade Langley’s mouth, as demanding and lascivious as she could be when she wanted.

It wasn’t until Cassia ran out of breath that she pulled back a single thread of saliva that broke after a few seconds, still connecting their mouths. She admired the feral look on Langley’s face, how she was probably using all of her self-restraint not to take over the situation and being the one in charge, probably yearning to try to fuck Cassia into happiness. She knew Langley usually had such thoughts and it made her melt at how cute it was. The mixture of such a restless estate and Langley’s swollen face made a warm feeling spread all over the shorter woman, while she leaned forward, forcing her girlfriend back, until she was lying on her elbows with her on top. Cassia was sitting on her own legs, both her knees resting on each side of Langley’s lap while her hands perched on her shoulders, gently caressing the exposed skin and playing with the straps of the bra. She waited for a moment, giving Langley the chance to stop her, to take over, but the mafia boss looked her in the eyes, thoughtful, before making a decision. Cassia didn’t hesitate when the blonde nodded, giving her permission to do as she pleased. And what could Cassia do but to squirm at having her undivided attention for the first time in a month?

But she didn’t want to seek her own pleasure right then, not like that, at least, needing Langley to be everything she could see, feel and smell… Maybe she should ask her to sit on her face… A groan escaped her throat at the thought, making her blush for a moment. This woman always managed to be a terrible influence on her somehow! She wasn’t always this.. This… This shameless! Whatever, she would make Langley happy. She would please her. She would take her. She’d allow herself to be intoxicated by her. Then she’d ask her about having a new toy, maybe that stupid podcast’s host. Perhaps that would make her beloved girlfriend focus back on all three… Four of them.

Leaning a little more, she pressed a loving kiss against Langley’s cheek, lips and neck, careful not to touch any damaged skin. It was hard, she realized as she went down, because most of the chest and abdomen presented red or slightly purplish marks, probably caused by how much she had hit her during the episode. Cassia paused and rested her forehead against the woman’s chest, feeling sick due to her own actions, but the soothing feeling of Langley’s hand back on her hair helped a little with the guilt. How could she be thinking about what she wanted when she had hurt Langley just like…?

“You needed to let it out, love,” Langley’s voice was truly soft, so instead of moving forward, Cassia simply hugged her tightly and decided to take a few seconds in that position to calm down. “I don’t blame you for any of it. If anything I’m glad you took it out on me and not on anyone else. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you,” she felt lips pressing against her hair, “you’re not a monster. You’re my adorable, intelligent, wonderful girlfriend.”

Cassia knew she’d only see honesty and love if she looked up and found green eyes, so, instead, she decided to go back to kiss Langley’s body. The fact that Langley always had something to praise beyond her beauty and body always managed to make her heart skip a few beats; but knowing the taller woman truly saw all those things in her made her want to cry all over again. She did not deserve Langley, but she would never let her go, anyway; she was hers and she would always be. However, even if Langley said she was not a monster, for the first time ever Cassia felt like one; yes, maybe she had helped monsters hurt people, she had even brought them victims, but she had never become one! Not until today. She inhaled slowly, using Langley’s comforting aroma to calm herself and to focus. She’d make it up for her somehow, she’d prove she was better than work, better than a sex podcast!

Yes, Cassia could understand why her girlfriend had enjoyed the program so much. The story had sucked her too since the host had opened her mouth, the voice was certainly otherworldly and the blend of both things had made Cassia indescribably wet. All in all, she did not like to have her girlfriend stolen by an stupid podcast when she and their other two girlfriends were there. Thus Cassia did not leave a single patch of skin unkissed —red, swollen or scarred— worshiping each centimeter of her girlfriend’s body just like she deserved, even if she doubted Langley’s will would be strong enough to prevent her from squirming under her for much longer, just to prove she was better than a radio program. The blonde would have to decide wether she would submit to Cassia’s whim and allow her to fuck her, or wether she would take control of the situation instead and take her own pleasure from fucking her. Just like the goddess from the podcast had done.

Cassia wasn’t doing this just to run away from the conversation and to avoid talking about difficult and potentially devastating things, she was doing it because she doubted she’d ever be able to find the proper words to say what she felt. It was much easier to show it, instead. Thus, she took a little more time tracing some of the scars with her tongue, kissing them and even leaving little pecks there before moving on, wishing the blonde would feel the reverence and love she felt for her. In a matter of seconds, Langley’s heart was hammering and her chest rose and lowered at quite the speed, but she said nothing, only gasping or humming from time to time as minutes passed. 

“Can I take your bra off?” Cassia asked softly after kissing and playfully nibing at every part that escaped the black cloth.

Her head moved slightly up so she could look at the squirming woman under her, her teeth pulling from the edge of the embroidery. Cassia’s need grew, but she wasn’t going to push her beloved woman more than necessary, so she’d simply wait and see how far they could take it. Langley held her gaze for a few seconds, as if struggling to make the decision, before nodding, which prompted the perfumer to move a hand to her back and unclasp the bra.

“You’re so beautiful…” She sighed the praise, while she slowly slid the straps off her arms, her fingers caressing the skin they found with reverence and fondness. Only did her demeanor change when Langley looked away, ignoring the compliment, a hand reaching out to grasp the boss’ chin and forcing her to look back at Cassia. “You. Are. Beautiful.” She stated, slowly, keeping her chin tightly held between her fingers, until Langley finally gave her a small, almost shy, nod. “Good. Are you alright if I also remove your skirt and underwear in a bit?”

A beat, which Cassia used to chastise herself for pushing too much in too little time. But then Langley finally nodded and she had to sketch a little smile and lean forward to kiss her again. She’d give her time to get used to the idea of what she was going to do and the fact that she’d be that exposed in just a few minutes, so letting the bra fall into the floor, Cassia sketched a small smile and let go of her chin. She used her hand to caress her way down from there to one of Langley’s breasts, greedily groping it, but not even shocked at finding an already hardened nipple on her way. Allowing her smile to widen, Cassia took her lips to the other, sucking it in while she pinched the former. She managed to tear a moan from Langley’s lips, which granted her some extra confidence and made her grow bolder, hungrier. 

“Ddn’t yu wan t- t-k?” The question was asked with a nipple between her teeth and her tongue caressing it with every letter it formed, so she wouldn’t have blamed Langley if she hadn’t understood her. But, oh, was it worthy just to see her lips part in pleasure and how her eyes closed?

Cassia massaged the boob in her hand, trying to keep her nails from digging; her fingers were unable to stop playing with the nipple, while she kept sucking, softly biting and scratching with her teeth the other, until she had to reluctantly let go of it with a pop to give the same amount of attention to the other. The ashy-blonde knew her girlfriend would grow desperate before she was remotely done with her boobs, so she’d try to please her before asking her to let her play with them a little longer. God. She loved Langley’s tits so much it was a crime she had been so close to put a knife through one of them! She was mental!

“I…” Langley inhaled slowly, attempting her best to calm herself while her oldest partner lavishly played with her nipple. Guessing she’d have to eventually move on, Cassia trailed some kisses down her abdomen, until she reached the hem of her skirt. The blonde tensed under her, so Cassia tried to relax her by doing the only thing she could think of right then. “I don’t think I’d be the best communicator right no-h shite, Cass!”

“Wha-?” She might have returned to bite and suck on the nipple she hadn’t been able to give that much attention, while she worked in undoing the buttons and zip of the skirt while she distracted her girlfriend.

“You’re…” Langley heaved when her tongue and teeth started to play a little more roughly with the bud, her fingers hooked on the hem of her clothes, “you’re bloody incorrigible.”

“I,” she let go of the nipple so she could speak clearly, because this was important, “wouldn't be that bad if you granted me free access to them whenever I wanted.”

“I bet every penny I have I’d have you hanging from my tits all day if I did,” and by the way Langley subtly blushed, the sheer hunger Cassia felt at that idea had probably been more than obvious in her face. “In any case, I wanted to talk to you about some of the things that have had me busy and distracted lately…” She trailed off when the shorter woman finally slid both her skirt and underwear down her legs, throwing both garments as far away as she could.

“Keep going, let me handle the rest,” Cassia smiled, leaving a last kiss on the boob before kissing her way down again.

Although Cassia did not want to talk about any of that —she wanted those issues gone and to go back to normal, to go back to doing this at least once a week, but without the need to face any problem nor serious conversation—, it looked like it was somehow important for Langley and… Fuck. Langley had always been there for her; she had saved her life, she got her clean, she supported her through most of her life and loved her despite her mania episodes... Was that much for the blonde to ask to try and talk this through? The answer was easy and it got clearer when Cassia remembered not only that she had been about to kill her girlfriend, but the fact that Langley had always listened to her, even when she had come crying to her cell about how hard it was to do everything her adoptive father asked her to do. If Langley had always been willing to listen, to talk, to help… Why shouldn’t she do the same for her?

“I… Ah… Struck a deal with Eirene two weeks ago,” by the sound of it, Langley was really struggling to speak, but resolved to do it either way. “She promised to help me erase the drug trafficking from all of Dis-fuck-City…” She paused, probably needing to focus and breathe while the perfumer did as she pleased with her body.

Moving down on the taller woman, Cassia let a hand rest on each of Langley’s thighs, giving her time to assume what she was about to ask her next. She was kneeling in front of her closed knees, enraptured by the breathtaking beauty before her eyes and able to perfectly smell the intoxicating aroma of her girlfriend’s arousal. If she could make a perfume with Langley as the main ingredient, she’d never do any other for the rest of her life; however, she refused to share her girlfriend with the world and she could always get a whiff of her whenever she pleased.

Cassia kissed both knees and caressed each leg distractedly while she made sure Langley knew how much she loved her, how important she was for her. Then, after a couple of minutes, she gently pushed her knees to the sides, asking her to open them for her; when the blonde obliged, Cassia smiled and whispered once again how beautiful she was. The perfumer started to kiss her way up the left inner thigh first, stopping when she reached Langley’s pussy and opting for a long dragged lap there, before resuming her path in order to kiss the other thigh, wanting to keep as much balance in her ministrations as possible. She’d return to where her girlfriend truly needed her in a moment, she just needed to let her know she loved her whole, and not just her boobs and pussy —even though they were probably her favorite things.

“Cass…” A hand found her hair once again, pulling slightly from it to guide her back up, taking her closer to where she wanted to go. It made the shorter woman smirk, for it was always amusing to see Langley run out of patience.

“You were saying something about that bitch,” Cassia mumbled, allowing her girlfriend to take her all the way up to her pussy, but not doing anything yet. She looked up, waiting for Langley to resume.

“Really?” With a sigh, the blonde leaned back until her whole back was laying on the floor, then she took both hands to her face and groaned against them. After that, she did her best to add, “she needs too many things all the time and the dogs are not fast enough to her liking, so I have to do their job as if I didn’t have anything better to-bloody hell, yes!” The serious sentence ended in a moan and it was like music to the perfumer’s ears.

Cassia smiled at the way the pair of legs closed against her head, not doing anything to stop them and just snaking her arms around them to try and hold onto her girlfriend’s hip down, while she lapped all the way up from Langley’s opening to her clit a couple of times, just to interrupt her with something pleasant while she talked. That was one of her favorite things in the world, followed right after by having her trying to talk to someone or to do anything while she was fucking her —which Chameleon and Chelsea tended to enjoy as much as her.

“I…” Green eyes closed when she started to suck on her clit. Cassia was starting to get lost in the intoxicating smell and flavor that override anything else, which made her every action bolder and hungrier. “I also found that podcast like a month or so ago-h,…” Cassia didn’t want to keep listening to coherent words, not anymore, so she devoured her ravenously, using her tongue to stimulate her clit, then sticking it inside of her girlfriend, then back at her clit to keep her from getting used to any feeling. “The hostess is anonymous… But I… love her voice,” the shorter woman was proud of how she made Langley gasp and abruptly stop her words for a moment, but was disappointed when she kept going,even if her hips were trying to escape her grasp to buckle against her face. “There’s something… In it that has me… Obsessed…”

Even though it seemed like Langley was struggling to admit and even talk about any of that, Cassia didn’t care at that moment. She was angry at the fact that she had been neglected because ‘she was getting obsessed with a voice’ fuck her. Actually, yes, she was going to fuck her. Using both hands to keep Langley’s hips as still as she could, she started to use her tongue to write some letters against her girlfriend’s clit to let her know how mad she was. She was enjoying how Langley trembled in her arms, how her wetness kept growing and coated half of her face. Cassia could tell the blonde was about to cum by the way she had started to let some puffs out and one of her hands had found ashy-blonde and pink-blush locks to tangle around them to make sure she wouldn’t stop before she was done. Arrogance and satisfaction filled Cassia when Langley’s hips abruptly buckled and the most beautiful and long moan she had ever heard filled the room. Her grin was wide against wet and swollen lips, but she kept licking, sucking and overall enjoying the flavor, the smell and the way she had won.

She’d love any woman Langley brought home as long as said woman was willing to be theirs —Langley’s, Cassia’s, Chameleon’s and Chelsea’s—, but she’d hate anyone who would not respect their relationship and be willing to be a part of it just like the rest of them. That was one of the main reasons why she hated Eirene Campbell so much, why she would never forgive her and would even be willing to ask Chameleon to… Take care of her. There were some rules and boundaries in the four women’s relationships and Cassia would destroy anyone who ignored them and attempted to steal any of her girlfriends from them; but if said girlfriend happened to be Langley… Well, then the thief would need to suffer before giving up on their life. She just hoped the host wouldn’t be like that, it would be a pity to see Langley’s face when the podcast got canceled.

“Shite…” Langley was still riding the lasts waves of pleasure of her first orgasm when she felt Cassia going from helping her with that to fucking her all over again, first with her tongue and then with her fingers. Her sight was blurry and she didn’t think she’d be able to do this for much longer —not for the pleasure, of course, but for the vulnerability. She had to close her eyes, anxiety swirling inside of her and finally winning the battle. “Cass… Cass, stop, please. Stop.”

Instantly, Langley felt the woman halt all her actions. Two fingers were still inside of the blonde, but Cassia had withdrawn her face a little, worriedly looking at her. The red in her eyes was nearly overtaken by blown pupils, half of her face covered in arousal, and shoulders moving rhythmically with her ragged breathing. Langley herself was panting, her pussy clenching around her girlfriend’s fingers, in need, but she couldn’t… She just…

“What do you need?” Cassia’s voice was lower than earlier, but still somewhat soft. She looked concerned.

“Hug me, please,” she hoped the part of her that urged to put an end to her exposed body would have enough with this, because she didn’t want to either disappoint Cassia nor to deny herself some more pleasure.

The shorter woman did as she was asked, carefully removing herself from between her legs, without pulling her fingers out just yet, and then finding a way to not just lay on top of Langley, but to cover most of her with her own body and clothes and to use her free arm to tightly hug her. Cassia licked her lips, she was still looking like she was about to murder someone, but instead, she cuddled and hid her face against her neck. Langley circled her with both arms, breathing deeply despite the weight on top of her.

“Do you want me to…?” Cassia slightly moved her fingers out, but her walls clenched in reaction, as if refusing to feel empty again, before she could reply otherwise. The soft laugh the perfumer let out made her heart flutter. “You’re so needy sometimes,” Cassia mumbled against her neck, before starting to kiss it again, “we should find us someone else who can take care of you in the way that you need. Someone new.”

Langley groaned. No matter how right she knew her girlfriend was, there was no need to put it like that! Besides, every time she met someone she found attractive and interesting enough to bring her home, she turned out to want Langley to fuck her senseless or to let her use her for pleasure; but up until now, nobody but Cassia had even tried to actually fuck her instead, which could be really frustrating.

“You’ve been under a lot of stress lately because of that bitch,” really slowly and carefully, Cassia started to move her fingers again, testing the waters. “We need someone who can give, aside from take,” Langley closed her eyes, pulling the woman closer to her, “you deserve the attention,” she sped up a little, still cautious, “you deserve someone who worships you like the goddess you are,” a moan escaped Langley’s lips at that word, her mind going back to the episode of the podcast she had been listening to before. No. She forced her eyes open to look at Cassia, focusing only on her. “I want a new girlfriend too, Lang, Chameleon is exquisitely rough with me and it’s funny to see how you reduce her to a moaning mess… It’s also great to either fuck Chelsea or see how you do that, but… I want someone who can fuck you like I do so I’m sure you’ll always have someone who can take care of you around…”

“Don’t… Ah… Be stupid,” keeping herself from panting and moaning, lost in pleasure, was becoming hard since Cassia had decided to use every word to increase the pace and intensity of her movements. “I have you to do that, I don’t want anyone else seeing me like this. I… More, please… I don’t need it.” 

“But you do… I want to have someone to hold you and comfort you while I eat you out,” Cassia leaned back to look at her, while using her thumb to draw circles on her clit. She looked soft and stable again, which made everything worse, since Langley’s heart decided to make her feel everything a hundredth times. “You should have more than one person attending you, telling you how beautiful you are… Preferably if said person has huge tits where we can rest our heads on…”

Langley shuddered, her head turning towards Cassia just to hide in the embrace. She was grateful when the woman moved a little, allowing her to bury her face against her chest, because that way there would be nobody seeing her. Cassia called her beautiful again and Langley couldn’t help the scream that left her mouth, nor the way her walls clenched around the two fingers pumping in and out of her. She managed to keep her tears at bay, but she felt so tired… She didn’t even notice Cassia pulling out and hugging her tightly until she started to feel her body going numb. She tried to move, but a soothing hand started to caress her hair.

“It’s alright, you just zoned out for a moment,” Cassia’s lovely voice said in a whisper, “just relax, we’ll talk about the two bitches and our new girlfriend later.”

Langley was not sure why Cassia was so adamant about finding someone new all of the sudden, but she couldn’t even find the strength to ask her girlfriend not to insult their ex and the podcast’s host. The first because it wasn’t Eirene’s fault she didn’t like the kind of relationship they had and preferred to opt out —even though she kept trying to convince both Langley and Chelsea to leave everyone and go back to her—; and the second because none of them knew the poor woman and she wasn’t to blame about Langley’s increasing obsession with her voice. If she could simply get Cassia to listen to her, maybe she’d understand.

Cassia petted her hair, distractedly, as if she were thinking about something important, but no matter how many minutes went by, she said nothing else and just enjoyed the tranquility of being held between her arms. Sometimes Langley was lost when trying to figure out what was going through her mind, which was concerning if the woman’s history was to be considered… She sighed and hid her face against Cassia’s cleavage, once again, her mind reminding her constantly of her naked state. Langley wanted to leave the floor, but she didn’t want to go around, without anything on her . She took a quick look around and relaxed upon seeing enough weapons to keep both of them safe, the letter-opener remaining within an arm reach.

“Do you want me to move?” Cassia mumbled against her hair, before inhaling deeply.

“I…” Her voice was raspy, so she closed her eyes, counting to ten, before trying again. “Can you wait for me in our bed?”

“Of course I can,” the shorter woman smiled softly and leaned back, forcing her to look into red eyes, “but don’t keep me waiting for too long,” then, she leaned forward and stole a sweet loving kiss from her lips.

Cassia got up and walked up the door without looking back, discreetly leaving her office and closing behind her; the sway of her hips was hypnotizing, and the sweet aroma of her perfume remained there even if the door had clicked closed behind her. Langley was aware of how hard it must have been for Cassia not to turn around and look at her, to not comment on how beautiful she thought she was or how she didn’t care about the scars or the story they told; but Langley truly appreciated the fact that she hadn’t done any of it. She wasn’t able to find words that could explain how much she loved that woman and how little she cared if one day she decided to take her life on a whim; she owed Cassia everything she was and everything she had. After all, if it hadn’t been for her beloved perfumer, she would have died in the cell of that dungeon over thirty years ago.

The taller woman sat on the floor and took both her knees to her chest, circling her legs and hiding her face against them. She had spent years working with Chameleon to try and get over the panic she felt being naked in someone else’s presence, but up to the date, it hadn’t gotten much better. To be fair, it was easier with Cassia than it was with the rest, maybe because she was the only one who knew how she used to look before, the one who had witnessed most scars when they had been carved on her flesh… But that didn’t mean she would feel comfortable wearing nothing around her either, not for much time.

It only took Langley a couple of minutes to collect herself before getting up and stretching a little. She was making a conscious effort to ignore she was naked, trying to push her own limits in a poor attempt at proving herself she was getting over it. She even stopped in front of the big mirror on the wall, staring at herself for a moment; she was beautiful and her body was really well built, her proportions being quite appealing for most people… But her eyes kept moving down, ignoring everything until they reached her hips and the coat of arms that had once marked her as property, burnt against the lower side of her abdomen. Langley took a deep breath and brushed away the stupid idea of taking the letter opener to slice her own abdomen open, just to take the stupid scar away. She shouldn’t have looked at it, but for the first time in decades, she felt she was starting to improve, if the mirror not being shattered to dust was something to go by. Eventually, she walked around, gathering her clothes and putting them on; just the ruined shirt, the skirt and the gloves, for she was unable to find her underwear, no matter how much she looked for it. Had Cassia…? Probably. So she simply shrugged and assumed she had also taken her phone somehow, since it was nowhere to be seen either.