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It was a rather quiet Tuesday afternoon at Kuyu Holding, and much to everyone's surprise hell still hadn't broken loose. Şahika didn't want to jinx it but as much as she enjoyed a peaceful moment like this — all alone by herself — she couldn't deny the fact that it was starting to get just a little bit boring.
She found it odd how everyone was looking after their work today. Since when had everybody, starting from the great Hasan Ali to the lowest ranking assistants turned into such workaholics? Şahika had never seen the company run so smoothly. It truly felt as though she'd been thrown into a parallel universe, and so far she'd come to the conclusion that she didn't exactly like it here.
Especially how Hasan Ali had yet to yell his lungs out at Sedai and how Ender showed no signs of causing any scandals today. Perhaps those were the things that freaked her out the most.
Speaking of which, she hadn't seen Ender around the company today. Many people had gone in and out of Şahika's office, but none of them wore those scorpion earrings she adored or an entire bottle of perfume. Of course, they all had valid reasons. Some delivered important documents, others required her signature on certain papers, yet Ender was nowhere to be seen.
Still, Şahika would never go up to her office unless she really had to. She would never give Ender the satisfaction of knowing she couldn't stand a single day without her, so for now, she sat down and worked patiently, eyes glued on the bright screen of her laptop and fingers tapping loudly against the keyboard.
Her fingers worked hard, fast, but Şahika's thoughts strayed far away from the emails she was writing. She couldn't believe it! Since when had she — deceiving, evil snake — developed such fondness for that heartless, ruthless witch?! Since when did she need her company out of all the people she could have in the world?! Şahika had to put an end to this madness. She had a reputation to uphold and no one, not even Ender could dare ruin it. She blinked, furrowing her brows in concentration before resuming where she'd left off.
Şahika's mind however, couldn't help but wander places she didn't want it to.
It was all Ender's fault! She shouldn't have let her in when Şahika was homeless! She shouldn't have teamed up with her against Hasan Ali and she definitely shouldn't have kissed her that night after Hayati had left...
Şahika had been caught so off guard back then that she'd kissed back. She remembered it so vividly, how her eyes had fallen shut how and butterflies had fluttered in her stomach. How Ender had held her so possessively, inflamed with jealousy, not letting go until the need for air had become inevitable and even then Şahika recalled the look of pure rage dripping from her passionate, blue eyes. It was a sight one couldn't easily forget.
Şahika crossed her legs, unaware how a finger of hers had traveled up to her lips, but she caught herself one moment too early and slammed both hands flat on the desk. She had to stop thinking about Ender! She knew that the strategic scorpion was no good. Şahika could tell just by the way she called out her name every time she entered her office, stressing out each syllable in that sickeningly sweet tone of hers that Ender was up to something.
Şahika didn't like the power Ender had over her.
Or, to phrase it better, she didn't like knowing that Ender was so perfectly aware of this power.
She didn't want to get her heart broken. It had been so long since the last time Şahika had felt something other than hatred for someone, and never in a million years would she have thought that Ender Çelebi would be the one to break down the walls she'd spent so long building up.
And so effortlessly at that!
To top it all off, this peaceful working environment did nothing to comfort her. She was used to chaos and intrigues, not this — whatever it was!
Whenever someone would knock at the door Şahika would freeze. She would look up with stoic eyes, though if you paid close attention you could see the small string of hope in them lingering just for a moment, wondering if Ender had finally decided to come — and she'd be lying if she said that the times Ender came in and agitated her weren't the highlight of her days — but then someone completely else would enter and any sign of optimism left would crumble down, disappointment flashing before her eyes as she listened to whatever information was being thrust onto her.
But she shouldn't wonder! She shouldn't care! She was certain Ender was using her and whatever they had right now was temporary. Şahika wasn't stupid. She knew Ender very well. The woman would immediately forget about her the moment she'd find someone better but it fucking hurt knowing she would never be the first choice. Company shares had taken that place a long time ago.
Şahika really needed a 6 month vacation, far, far away from here...
She should have never kissed back — she should have never let her guard down — she should have never agreed to this messed up affair they had!
Perhaps if she'd left Ender's house the night she'd kissed her, if she'd pretended to be disgusted and horrified, she wouldn't be longing for Ender's presence so much right now.
Şahika wondered if Ender was getting bored of her. The woman wasn't exactly known for being kind, yet somehow, Şahika couldn't bring herself to destroy her first. Would Ender even be affected by anything Şahika did? Would she care? Did Ender have genuine feeling for Şahika, or was this just a filthy game for her... Şahika wasn’t sure, but she was keeping count of the days it would take Ender to betray her, and she would never show it but deep down, she'd be devastated. The brunette was already reckless, impulsive, and it took whatever willpower she had to not just go ahead and poison every man who dared flirt with Ender.
And of course the scorpion knew. She always knew everything, especially when it had to do with Şahika. Smart little snake she was, reading the woman like an open book. And just to taunt her even more, Ender would constantly flirt with that old, rotting President just to make it stick into Şahika's head that she couldn't do anything about it.
It infuriated Şahika, perhaps because it was true. She could only sit there and watch, blood boiling in her veins and ears reddening in anger. She couldn't go up to Hasan Ali and tell him to back off! She couldn't grab Ender and look deeply into her eyes, she couldn't slam her lips against hers and convey all the raging fire from her mouth onto Ender, and she most definitely couldn't flip off the rat-faced man who desperately needed to be thrown into his place.
Şahika was clicking a random pen she'd found on top of her desk when another knock echoed at the door, this time softer than the last one. She straightened in her chair, letting out a tired sigh. "Enter."
"I have your espresso, Ms. Şahika." A short assistant came in, wobbling her way around the office in shaky legs until she placed the cup on top of Şahika's desk, right beside her laptop. Şahika was so caught in her thoughts that she'd completely forgotten she'd ordered it earlier.
"Took you long enough," the brunette commented dryly, but then the rich scent hit her nose and her eyes genuinely lit up, and while she would have made a scathing remark about the incompetence of the new assistant to walk in heels, Şahika was far too overjoyed by the little cup in front of her that it completely slipped her mind.
"Is Ms Ender in her office?" She asked instead, curiosity taking the best of her.
"Yes, Ms. Şahika. Do you need me to call her for you?"
Did she need that? Did she need to call Ender here? Lock the door and never let go of her, worship every patch of her visible, warm skin with kisses?
"No," Şahika waved a dismissive hand. "You can go."
She watched the short-haired assistant leave, relishing in the aroma of the espresso in front of her, and after hearing the door close, she slammed her laptop shut, grabbing the cup in her hands and rising from her chair, turning around to face the large windows — the only source of natural light in her office.
I need to stop thinking about her, she thought, taking a generous sip of the hot liquid, carefully observing the people below her on the busy roads of Istanbul. She supposed a change of scenery could help.
Leeches, she watched with a critical eye, unreadable expression settled on her face. Useless little parasites who think the world revolves around them. Life was nothing but a disgusting gift that only the powerful enjoyed. There was an expression she had heard Mr. Hasan Ali use once. What was it again? Eat or get eaten? Şahika scoffed. He would surely know.
She took another sip, eyes following two children that had caught her attention. Their clothes were messy, hair disheveled as they chased each other left and right, bumping into angry businessmen before muttering quick apologies and continuing their silly games. She silently cheered for them, unaware of the ever growing smile on her face.
Şahika was so lost in the tiny ecosystem right outside of her reach that she didn’t hear the sound of the door open. She didn’t hear the loud clicking of heels either. Her soul nearly left her body when someone came up behind her, moving her hair to the side and placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. She would have punched whoever was behind without sparing them a single glance but she'd fallen prey to that sweet scent way too many times to quickly recognize who it belonged to.
"Missed me?" Ender whispered, and after the initial shock that had her eyes wide with terror and muscles tense, Şahika relaxed, suspicions confirmed, letting her eyelids fall shut and breathing slow down. She could practically hear the tantalizing smirk in Ender's words as she spoke, the mere sound of her voice in Şahika's ear making her heart beat faster.
"Of course not Ender, don't think so highly of yourself," Şahika denied, any pride she had left not allowing her to admit the truth. Ender chuckled, that signature dark laugh that made Şahika shiver in delight.
She hated how badly she'd fallen.
Hated being unable to come up with a plan to destroy Ender; hated looking into her eyes and not seeing loathing reflected from them but more than that, hated loving the feelings the older woman induced on her with those damned, skilled hands — grazing her nails up and down her sides just enough to drive Şahika mad, the silk of her peach colored dress the only barrier between them.
Şahika knew Ender could tell she was lying from miles away.
She laughed when the sensual touches turned into a tickling game. "Hey! S-top that!" Şahika protested, squirming away from Ender who in return only slithered her arms around the brunette's waist, nipping her earlobe gently.
"Shh," she pulled her close, breathing in Şahika's scent, allowing herself to drown in it. "We don't wanna spill that on your lovely little dress, do we dear?" Ender motioned at the cup in Şahika's hands. "As much as I'd love to lick it off of you, I think it'd ruin it..." Şahika blinked, hands moving on their own as she pushed the cup on the desk, far away and secure from any accidents. At least Ender had stopped tickling her.
She was about to turn around. The woman still hadn't seen Ender properly and the reflection on the windows showed nothing except a dark shade of purple, but her heart nearly melted away and any coherent thoughts faded into oblivion when Ender placed her lips over Şahika's pulse point, hugging her tightly from behind.
Şahika adored neck kisses.
But this wasn't just a kiss. It lasted too long to be a kiss. Ender's warm lips on her neck, sucking, licking, marking the porcelain skin never seemed to get enough. The hot sensations of Ender's tongue so expertly soothing the patches of skin she bit down on, sliding it back and forth before sucking again sent jolts of arousal all over Şahika and she couldn't help the little moans escaping her lips, suddenly very much aware of what Ender was trying to do. Her eyes snapped open, and Şahika relished in the feeling of Ender's teeth against her skin for one last moment before pushing her away.
"What are you doing?" She asked as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "We're at work!"
Ender stopped, resting her chin on Şahika's shoulder and hands right above the brunette's hips. Her grip was firm and strong, a warning that practically screamed shut up, Şa-hi-ka, but despite getting the meaning of it — despite knowing how much it irritated Ender — Şahika tried to wriggle her way out, just to go against her. Just to rile her up and see how far she could get before Ender snapped.
"What does it look like, Şahika?" And snap she did. Ender's voice came out low, dangerous, and had this affair not been going on for a while now Şahika would have thought there was nothing but hatred reserved towards her in a tone harsh like that.
Instead, it made her breath hitch, a new wave of arousal hitting her hard and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve herself of the desire starting to build deep from within but to no avail.
Ender was quick to notice, sneaky scorpion, hence she purred her name in that seductive manner, three syllables that when enunciated properly had Şahika's knees weak and heartbeat accelerating. She never loved her name more than when Ender said it. Nobody but her could make it sound so heavenly, especially when it was just the two of them in a dark room and Şahika's name was the only thing she could moan, eyes closed and hands clutching the bed sheets, holding onto them for dear life as her head fell backwards in pleasure, empty of any and all thoughts.
It was beautifully sinful, and Şahika drowned at the mere thought of it.
Still, Ender wasn't the only one with an advantage. As much as she underestimated herself, Şahika knew how much of an effect she had on Ender, too, so with a smug expression on her face and a devious smirk curling at her lips, she decided to drag this out, taking her sweet time to fake the next dramatic exclamation. "Ender! There's someone at the windows!"
And what an amazing actress she was, completely flipping the mood in one sentence. Şahika almost believed it herself!
"What?!" Ender froze. “What the hell are you talking about?!”
The rhythmic patterns against Şahika's hips stopped, and that's how she knew she had Ender entangled in her dangerous little web. She turned her head to the side, just enough to catch Ender's panicked eyes — now glaring paranoid daggers by the windows — and gave a chuckle of satisfaction. "Got ya."
Şahika's triumphant boasting however got cut short when the daggers once directed at the windows fell on chocolate eyes, wiping the grin off her face. She gulped, aware that the raised eyebrow wasn't a good sign, and then flinched when a stinging smack fell hard across her backside.
"Hey! That hurt!" Şahika hissed but immediately covered her mouth, not wanting to attract any attention.
"I know," What she couldn't see was that Ender had a sparkle dancing across her eyes as she came closer, pressing her chest against the woman's back, pleased to say the least that the dress Şahika had chosen to wear exposed so much skin. "It was meant to."
All the while, Ender kept her voice even, impossible to read, despite the momentary twitch of her lips right as she pulled down on Şahika's dress, drawing the tiniest gasp from her, tugging just enough to expose Şahika's breasts. She groped them with her hands, squeezing, touching, feeling every little bit of skin Şahika had to offer as though it was their first time doing this — as though she hadn't already seen and learned everything there was to know about her.
"But then again..." she traced a light finger around Şahika's boobs, pressing harder when the woman arched forward, wanting more, needing more. Well, who was Ender to deny her that? "You'd love it if someone caught us like this, wouldn't you?" She gave both her nipples a hard pinch, making Şahika cry out before rubbing them slowly, rolling the rosy buds between her warm fingers. Şahika was scared to do this at work where any and everyone could come in and see them – true – but the thought of getting caught thrilled her even more. "Answer me, Şa-hi-ka."
Once again, she realized that Ender was right. Once again, Şahika realized how well Ender knew both her body and mind, and she arched even more into the ministrations, wanting more of that delicious pain that made her delirious, mentally conflicted, because as much as her brain kept screaming at her to put an immediate stop to this, the devil on top of her shoulder assured her it was okay.
And of course she listened to the devil.
"You'd love it if Hasan Ali barged in right now..." Ender continued, not giving the woman time to answer. She placed a hand underneath her chin, slowly tilting Şahika's head upwards, making her look at the door. "Imagine," she purred in her ear, "how his eyes would widen in shock, face pale like he'd just seen a ghost." Şahika shivered, hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails leaving marks on her skin. "He'd be so pissed. His mouth would open and close but no words would, no, no words could possibly come out, and I'd just keep fucking you harder and harder as if he were a mere nobody in front of us. We'd give our President the show of his life, don't you think?" Ender spat his title like venom, her hot breath fanning against Şahika's throat only feeding the arousal settling deep in her core.
She couldn't take this. This was torture. Her darkest fantasies slipping out of Ender's lips so eloquently, so vividly, as if Ender could read her mind!
"Your breathing is getting deeper Şahika," Ender commented sounding rather amused, "I bet you've secretly thought about this all along, hm? About that look of horror in his eyes," she trailed one hand lower, "two women being together? Scratch that — not just any women — two of his precious shareholders? In his conservative company? I daresay he'd faint right on the spot! But that would turn you on even more, wouldn't it?" Şahika whimpered this time, unable to prevent the dirty sound leaving her lips. Ender chuckled in her ear. "Sadistic little slut! You'd get off on that!" She brought an open palm down hard on Şahika's inner thigh. "Are you imagining it? Are you getting all hot and bothered by it? I should just go ahead and tell Hasan Ali all about this little fantasy of yours! Are you wet for me, Şahika?"
"N... No!" she denied again, aware that her voice was betraying her. Aware that her eyes were clouded with desire and she wanted nothing but to let Ender devour her, take her, ruin her right here and right now, without a single care in the world.
"Liar," Ender growled dangerously, giving her earlobe a harsh nip, making goosebumps rise all over Şahika's skin before she let her hand move just a little higher, and Şahika watched it, she followed Ender's hand with dark eyes, anticipation burning from within and heart racing faster and faster but just to torture her further, Ender's movements slowed down even more.
"Ender..." Şahika called out her name, cheeks flushed and voice weak. She moved her hips, trying discreetly to get Ender's hand where she wanted it, but the scorpion moved away, pretending she didn't know what Şahika was trying to do.
“What do you want, Şahika?” Her hand easily slipped underneath Şahika's dress. Şahika looked at Ender with pleading eyes but much to her disappointment, that was it. Ender didn't move from there. She only tapped those long, tormenting fingers over her skin the way she would the top of her desk when she was bored. Torturous patterns that Şahika had learned to love and hate at the same time.
"Oh, Ender!" She was frustrated, angry, and her voice did nothing to hide it.
"Yes, dear?" Ender was enjoying this, and it drove Şahika mad how well she could play dumb when she wanted to. She played with her nipple, flicking it up and down, watching it redden and harden the more Ender abused it and all Şahika could do was whimper, helpless and sensitive and nothing short of a blushing mess, stuck between the arms of this merciless devil who loved to make her suffer.
"Don't... do this to me," She spoke between breaths, the never ending attention on her left breast a constant reminder of how wrong this was but how much she wanted it.
"What, touch you?" Ender's hands stilled. "Okay," she retracted them, pulling up Şahika's dress, covering her breasts and Şahika's eyes went wide with horror at the realization that she was about to leave her here, aching and horny and denied to just move on with her day.
"Perhaps you're right. You said it yourself, we can't do it here." Ender straightened her clothes, and for the first time in a long while Şahika felt herself losing composure, anger building up in front of her very own eyes.
"What the hell is your problem?!" She turned around, jabbing a finger accusingly at the woman in front of her, but despite her outburst she couldn't help the momentary loss for words when she was finally eye to eye with Ender.
Şahika loved it when Ender wore dresses. She loved it even more when Ender was naked, however the sight of her in that godly, purple blazer nearly took her breath away.
Şahika could imagine the way Ender's hips would sway as she'd walk away, showing her each and every curve to the world. Ender would purposely walk slowly. Her ponytail would bounce up and down with every step, and Şahika would want nothing more than to sneak up from behind and grab that soft-looking collar around her waist, pull her by it, untie it and undress her and see what she was hiding underneath that exquisite shade of purple.
“What do you mean, Şahika?” Ender’s chuckle brought Şahika back to earth. She actually had the audacity to laugh!
“You know damn well what I mean!” Şahika stood there, fume practically coming out of her ears as Ender stared back in all her might and glory, the barest hint of a smirk still detectable on her lips. "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?" She took menacing steps closer, hating the fact that the stilettos she was wearing made Ender taller than her, because under that dark, condescending gaze, even Şahika Ekinci felt inferior sometimes, although she would never admit it. "You come up to me, all sneaky and snake-like and, and you know how much I need you and how much I'm trying to hold myself back just because we're at work, because I don't want our reputations to go downhill, because I don't want to do anything to destroy this — this — affair or whatever you wanna call it, but then you go ahead and pull something like that on me, you convince me to do something I would never dare do and then you fucking stop?!" The finger in Ender's direction trembled, and no matter how hard she tried, Şahika couldn't keep it still. Her throat had gone tight and she feared tears of enragement would slip out of her eyes at any moment but then Ender broke out in loud laughter and Şahika blinked, surprised and frankly, offended by her reaction.
"You find this funny?" She asked. "What's so funny Ender? Please enligh—" But she barely registered the way her sentence had ben cut off, too startled by the pair of lips on her own.
She'd done it again. She'd kissed her and made her shut up and Şahika had forgotten why she was so angry when her lips were so soft and perfect against hers.
"You talk too much," Four words, whispered so softly that they made Şahika's heart skip a beat. Ender relished in the way the woman's eyes snapped wide open before slowly fluttering shut. She took joy in seeing the anger slowly fade away into something else as she wrapped her hands around the small of Şahika's back, holding her tightly, possessively, as if trying to show her how how much Şahika meant to her, despite what her delusional head made her believe sometimes.
Şahika didn't talk too much! Ender just fucking angered her so much sometimes that she had to let everything out. But by the way her body reacted and cheeks flushed every time the woman gave a teasing bite at her bottom lip were a clear giveaway that she’d always forgive her. "You know that's not true..."
Ender entangled their hands behind Şahika's back, lips still locked and heartbeats rapid, not letting Şahika escape. She pushed her on the desk, sitting her down, the cool surface against Şahika's skin sending shivers up her spine.
"But it is," Ender used that tone again. That warning tone that left no room for argument. It ignited something inside Şahika and her clever mind suddenly stopped working. She wanted nothing but to hear it all the time. "Oh, Şahika...” Ender played with a lock of Şahika’s hair, “why don't you ever use that clever head of yours to think? I know you love being the center of attention but you didn't have to put on such a show." She looked at her, hands still intertwined together. "Chances of someone barging in are even higher now, and I have no intention of letting you go."
Şahika caught Ender's blue gaze with her own. She let out an exasperated sigh. "Well then let me go lock the door—"
"— No, no, no," Ender interrupted, a hint of amusement in her voice, "That’s not gonna happen, dear. Besides, I wanted to anger you. I wanted to hear you admit how much you want this — how much you want me," She squeezed Şahika’s hands, and if she wasn't already blushing, Şahika could feel her cheeks lighting up in fire by now. "I suppose I got what I wanted," Ender whispered, slowly letting go of her only to cup the brunette’s face and give the woman another set of kisses, short and sweet but long enough to distract her as she undid the zipper of Şahika's dress.
"As you always do..." Şahika whispered back, glaring ever so slightly at the woman.
Ender laughed, pleased by Şahika’s words. "As I always do."
Şahika couldn't stay mad after hearing that melodious laugh escape Ender’s lips...
Ender held Şahika's gaze, drowning in pools of chocolate, tilting the woman's head upwards as she traced one knuckle up her jawline, reaching the top of her neck before grazing the same finger lower, trailing a straight line over the smooth skin, over the places she'd shamelessly marked earlier and the still forming hickeys.
"My marks suit you well," she admired her own handiwork, smiling when Şahika rolled her eyes.
Ender moved closer, placing kisses all over Şahika's jawline and Şahika leaned shamelessly into her touch. She closed her eyes and left all dignity aside, accepting everything that Ender had to give. Her breathing got heavier, especially when Ender's thumb reached her collarbones, giving both of them equal attention.
Her body jerked forward as Ender got to the borderline between skin and dress, that section where her breasts separated, and she tugged at the material once again, just like before, bringing Şahika's chest on full display as she pulled the dress lower and lower, slowly exposing patches of smooth, pale skin, ready to be lavished.
Ender twisted a nipple between her fingers and smirked when it went hard. Şahika's body was always so reactive. So ready for whatever Ender put upon her. Şahika brought her arms forward, extending them, trying to pull Ender close, but she grabbed Şahika's wrists and placed them back down, flat on the desk.
"Don't move," Ender said, but Şahika didn't listen. She brought her arms forward again and this time managed to successfully snake them around Ender, pulling her close, breathing in her scent and taking pleasure in the feeling of her cool clothes brushing against hot skin.
"Or what?" Şahika challenged, nibbling parts of Ender's neck. "Do my marks not suit you, Ender?" Her hands worked on that dreaded collar she'd laid eyes on the moment she'd seen Ender. If Şahika managed to remove it, if Şahika managed to flip the tables and have Ender underneath her, then she'd give her a taste of her own medicine.
“Şahika...” Ender loved the attention. She relished in the feeling of Şahika's hair tickling her neck, relished in feeling her body pressed so close to hers and for a moment her expression went so soft and loving she was almost glad Şahika couldn't see. "I told you not to move," Ender snarled, despite the labored breathing, and Şahika opened her mouth to speak but then the door handle turned and her soul nearly left her body for the second time today.
Except the door didn't open.
Şahika turned into a hyperventilating mess, trying to pull herself together and fix her dress between the loud knocking coming from outside and Ender's smug face, but the latter caught her wrist and stopped her.
"Ender!" Şahika protested, "Let me go!"
"Be quiet," Ender hushed her, a finger over her lips. She inclined her head to the door, gesturing for Şahika to look too. "Don’t make a sound," Ender instructed close behind her ear and it didn't take long before the knocking died down, and with it Şahika's panic.
"You... you locked the door?" Şahika asked, mouth agape.
Ender nodded, the surprise in Şahika's face feeding her smugness even more. She pretended to look at her nails, but Şahika could see the pride in her grin from miles away. "But of course, you were too busy daydreaming to notice..."
"You snake!"
Ender gave a wholehearted laugh before taking hold of Şahika's hands again, leaning dangerously close into her lips only to whisper, "You're the snake here, darling. Did you really think I'd let you be in charge? Sorry to disappoint but that's not happening. Now don't move. I'll stop for real this time if you don't listen."
Şahika's eyes narrowed at the words, the delicious threat lacing Ender's voice only making her clench her thighs tighter. "Fine," she scoffed, gripping the edges of her desk, aware that she’d only get the relief she so desired if she did as told. Ender placed a palm on her knee, moving her leg to the side, the other one resting on top of Şahika's right hand, a constant reminder that if she moved a muscle this would all be over, and Şahika didn't want that, did she?
Ender's pointer and middle fingers trailed a line up Şahika’s thigh – a slow walking motion over her skin. She didn't dare move. Ender’s lips curled upwards in satisfaction. She placed her own leg between Şahika's to keep them apart, allowing her gaze to flicker between the woman’s dark eyes and the wet underwear covering her cunt.
Şahika twitched at the silent treatment. Her walls contracted under the attention, and she gave a weak attempt at closing her legs but Ender clicked her tongue in disapproval, throwing a string of no-no-no's at her before dragging her hand upwards, always slow, always subtle, always building up the anticipation she wanted Şahika to be dying from.
She wanted Şahika to beg and writhe for her. She wanted her to completely forget about her pride and scream out her name. She wanted to keep her on edge, tease and torture her until she couldn't take it anymore and even then she would push her further, but in the end, she'd give Şahika an unforgettable release that she'd remember for a long time.
Ender moved her hand up and down Şahika's underwear, a knuckle probing at the fluid on them. She could feel Şahika fighting the urge to move. She could feel her conflicted mind and twitching limbs. She was sure that if she hadn't warned her with that little threat, Şahika would surely be touching herself now, trying to do anything to pleasure herself.
And that gave her an idea.
A rather wicked one, but an idea nonetheless.
"Touch yourself," Ender spoke, looking up at Şahika's face, and just to make her words stick, just in case Şahika's mind was hazy and she wasn't listening, she pulled at the lace of her underwear, letting go and seeing Şahika flinch, a red mark starting to form where the lace had landed with a snap.
Şahika swallowed hard, breathing deeply. Her right hand was underneath Ender's and she had to get it out in order to touch herself. She eyed it, confusion visible in her eyes, and when Ender noticed she gave her one of those low, diabolical chuckles.
Şahika didn't need to speak for Ender to understand.
"Your other hand, Şahika." Her eyes were practically glowing with amusement, "I'm quite certain you can use both of them, no?"
"I can... but it's not the same," Şahika closed her eyes and took a deep breath in as Ender brought her underwear to the side, the cool air hitting her wet folds, making goosebumps rise over her skin. "I've never used my left hand," she finally admitted, "I don't think I can bring myself to an orgasm with it..."
"Only one way to find out."
"But I-"
"Enough Şahika!" Ender snapped, giving her thigh a loud slap.
Şahika yelped, but the stinging sensation only fueled the fire burning her from within. She let out a shaky sigh, bringing her left hand where she most needed it with great fervor. Her heart raced inside her chest as she felt how wet she was, her now slick fingers rubbing up and down her cunt, as if testing how much different this would be now that she was using her non-dominant hand.
Ender watched closely. She watched as Şahika's chest rose and fell with each breath, her own breathing deepening at the sight of the woman playing with herself. Held-back moans were like music to her ears, the sight of Şahika rubbing faster and faster, hand moving frantically against her clit the most arousing thing she'd seen all day, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how fast she went, Ender knew it would be near impossible for Şahika to take herself over the edge. She would go higher and higher, her levels of pleasure increasing almost indefinitely, but that explosion she so much ached for would not come. Not under Ender's watch. Not unless she gave it to her.
Ender's lips curled upwards at the thought of how evil she could sometimes be.
Şahika's head fell back, her back arched bringing her chest near Ender's face and she couldn't help but lean down, securing one of the perky nipples in her mouth. She sucked it hard, teased it with her teeth, contemplating whether giving it a harsh bite would be too much for Şahika at this point, but then she decided against it, fearing that the stimulation might be just enough to push her over.
Şahika had tears in her eyes. She was panting, trying so hard to keep up with the pace she had in mind but her hand wouldn't fucking cooperate and just as Şahika thought she could do it, just as she felt that bubble inside her stomach growing bigger and bigger, her wrist started cramping. Her eyes widened again but there was nothing that could stop the pins and needles numbing it and she cried out, feeling her cunt pulsing, swollen in need, hips bucking upwards in a failed attempt to get any friction she could but then she realized Ender had taken hold of her hand, and she was smirking at her, sadistic witch enjoying the tears of frustration slipping from Şahika's eyes.
"Poor you," Ender faked a pout, tilting her head to the side. "Looks like you were right after all..."
"Ender, please..." Şahika couldn't take it anymore. "I- you said you wouldn't leave me like this!"
Ender hummed, a thoughtful hand on her chin. "I did? But then again, I think I prefer you much better desperate and horny like this..." Ender pushed her down, making Şahika lie on her back, head hanging off the desk, tilted back, allowing all blood to accumulate in her brain. "I wonder... how long would you be able to stand this? How long until I break you, Şahika? Do you need my fingers? Or would you prefer my tongue, swiping up and down your wet cunt, aching for my touch since you can't even make yourself come anymore, apparently," Ender's voice was light, mocking, and she even laughed as she used the pad of her finger to rub circles over Şahika's swollen clit. Once. Twice. A generous third time, and then it stopped, drawing a growl of desperation from the woman. "Hm, Şahika? No comebacks? You're getting rusty..." Ender taunted her. She didn't want to cause the woman a headache, so she placed Şahika's legs over her shoulders and dragged her with ease, making sure her head stood flat on the desk.
"You're evil..." Şahika panted, trying to close her legs, trying to at least rub her thighs together in order to gain some form of friction but to no avail.
"You're one to talk," Ender rolled her eyes, grabbing Şahika's chair, sitting down on it before she wrapped both arms around Şahika's legs, keeping them bent at her knees and spread wide open, black heels shining from the illuminated sunlight.
"En...der!" Şahika mewled through clenched teeth, whole body trembling and hands flying above her head when Ender's breath fell on her folds, the scorpion blowing hot puffs of air from a safe enough distance so that even if Şahika bucked her hips she wouldn't be able to trap the woman's head between her legs.
"Yes, love?" Ender replied cheerfully, firm hands keeping Şahika in place.
Şahika cried out, whining, writhing under the soft blows, head thrashing left and right and Ender gave her just one pitiful lick, one swipe of her tongue from bottom to top, a taste of what she was missing out on as she listened to the woman break down into a begging mess.
"Ender... please, please Ender I can't! I need to come, oh, God, please!"
Şahika never begged, yet here she was, doing it shamelessly, pleading Ender – once life sworn enemy – for release. It was incredible what desperation did to people.
"No, Şahika," Ender returned to her previous action, the blowing that had succeeded in driving the woman mad. "You need to learn to be patient."
"I've been patient! I've been waiting for you all day! I need you so much Ender please I can't take this!" She sobbed this time, hot tears rolling down her cheeks
"Of course you can," Ender's voice was soft, almost too sweet, but Şahika couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine, aware that under that honey-like tone hid darker intentions.
"Ender... please..." Şahika tried one more time, glassy eyes looking up at Ender as though her life depended on the woman.
Ender smirked, sitting straight, a hand placed thoughtfully on her chin while the other held Şahika's legs apart.
"Ender..."
"Okay," she spoke, then swiftly slipped a finger inside Şahika, making the woman gasp in surprise. "Let's say I let you come," Ender pushed it in and out repeatedly, stretching Şahika, though considering how wet and ready she was Ender doubted she needed to be so careful. Ender inserted a second finger, pressing her free hand on Şahika's lower stomach, right by her pubic bone. "What would I get in return?"
Şahika was panting. Her hands trying to find anything to hold onto as Ender continued, fingers never stopping their thrusts. She couldn't think let alone speak. The only thing in her mind was the sinful pleasure Ender slowly built up, and could put an end to at any moment.
"Şahika..." Ender stopped for a moment, hand buried deep inside Şahika, and the woman’s mouth fell open, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"A-anything..."
"Anything?" Ender started moving again, continously pressing her stomach, certain that she was hitting her g-spot with every movement.
"Yes!" Şahika cried out, neck red and sweaty, toes curling as much as they could in her heels. "Anything, I promise! Please just — don't stop!"
Ender didn't stop. She only slowed down a bit. "That's a dangerous promise, Şahika," she taunted her, but Şahika was too high in cloud nine to care. "I could make you do terrible things..."
"I don’t care... I’ll... I'll do anythin- OH!" she slammed both hands over her mouth to muffle her scream. Ender's lips had latched themselves over Şahika's clit and it took the woman everything in her willpower not to let go and scream her heart out. Her legs trembled. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Şahika saw stars and for a moment she wondered if she was actually going to pass out from pleasure. Ender licked and sucked, all while keeping a fast pace, hitting just the right spots with her fingers, the pleasure so intense that the brunette started sobbing, not even sure if she was breathing anymore.
"Yes... yes... oh God right there!" She felt the bubble inside her stomach grow bigger and bigger. She wanted to look at Ender. She wanted to see those cruel eyes glued on Şahika’s face, studying her expressions, watching her chest heave with every breath — oh, how badly she wanted to look at the Ender but the pleasure was so intense that Şahika could barely open her eyes.
Ender sucked her clit again and again, making Şahika completely lose her mind. And she loved it. Loved the endorphins. Loved the adrenaline. Loved the feeling of Ender's wet tongue probing at her, sucking and teasing and fucking her better than she could ever imagine. At this rate she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She fucking hated how good Ender made her feel. No one had ever made Şahika feel this way.
Ender gave one last thrust. It was hard and deep and perfectly angled and she smirked when Şahika's beautiful sounds came to a stop. She’d hit the jackpot, and was very proud of it.
Şahika’s entire body shook.
Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her system, making Şahika cry out as she rode her orgasm. Ender's fingers were still buried deep inside her. She sobbed, eyes shut tightly and hands still covering her mouth. Şahika bit the inside of her cheek hard. She couldn't let anyone hear. She couldn't let anyone know, despite the fact that the room probably reeked of sex. She genuinely thought she was going to faint, the contractions stronger and more prolonged than ever before. She felt warm. Oh, so warm. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes. A warmth that Şahika had never been able to feel using her own hands. Her orgasm eventually came to an end, and she came back to earth, slowly opening her eyes but staying still, unable to get up from her slumped position on the desk.
"Oh my god... that was incredible... you’re incredible..." she chanted, mind still hazy. Her vision was blurry and body sweaty but that was an experience she would never forget.
“I know,” Ender chuckled, watching as Şahika slowly sat up, breathing deeply, mouth falling open as Ender wiped her face with wet wipes.
"You... you’re covered in my juices...”
“You don’t say,” she teased, stealing a kiss from the tired brunette after she was done cleaning herself. “Would you like to get covered in mine, too?”
Şahika glared at her, falling back down on the desk. “I need my espresso first."