Archive of Our Own

The street lights illuminated the fog of the dark summer night, their faint buzzing mingling with the protruding chirping of crickets and owls hooting in the distance. As you stood there, leaned against the building wall, taking in the view of the stars above while smoking the last puff of your cigarette, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. Last time you saw her at one of these parties, something about her had mesmerized you. Was it the way she'd carried herself with that sort of confident, charming energy? The way her stern voice, deafening anything else for you, had echoed through the room as she swung the flogger? Her towering height? Nobody else had quite captured your attention like she had, in fact, you were starting to get bored with this venue - she was the only reason you came back here in the first place, hoping to see her again. And yet, you didn't even get to know her name.

You took a big breath in and threw the cig down to the ground, stomping it out. 

[Walk You Home - Sir Chloe]  

The entrance door laid heavy against your hands as you pushed it open with a huff, entering a dimly lit room in a red and pink glow, a nicely decorated receptionist desk - or something like that - right in the middle. Doors leading to different places - to the left were the changing rooms, to the right the toilets and smoking zone, and the stairs leading to the main area. Muffled sound waves traveled its way down, the bass beat almost palpable beneath your feet. 

You were greeted by a friendly, familiar voice behind the counter before you made eye contact.

"If it isn't you, sweetie. Pleasure to see ya again", Hanji hummed, dressed in an unbuttoned blazer that half covered up a leather harness encasing their bare chest. 

You knew them from munches and other kinky events you two had coincidentally met at from time to time, and apparently they also worked as a receptionist here. You smiled, stepping over to the counter to present your arm to them - receiving a little bracelet around your wrist that confirmed your valid entry. You didn't have to worry about paying given you had an annual member pass - and they'd remembered that. They had a good memory, and they were also weirdly good at noticing small things. As you turned to the left, they stopped you in your tracks for just a second, uttering a soft "Good luck, try an' make her notice you." 

A slight flush snuck itself up your cheeks, it couldn't not.

You glanced into the full-body mirror one more time, making sure your eyeliner was proper and your earrings weren’t tangling up in one another. You were proud of this outfit, you picked it out to wear only for rare, very special occasions, and this indeed was one. While not exactly the type to be all too pleased with your own reflection usually, this outfit made you feel like a goddess, and you loved feeling this way. 

The things you might need you had stuffed into a little bag - ropes, collar and lead, cuffs, a gag, and even a pair of cat ears - and you'd locked the rest of your stuff into one of the lockers. 

One last deep breath. 

You were way too nervous about this. But despite that, incredibly intrigued as well. 

The door into the main area opened with a little less effort than the entrance door, muffled melodies quickly transitioning into blaring rhythms, the abruptness of it almost bursting your eardrums. Luckily, the visuals weren't as overstimulating, the familiar red spreading across the large room, occasionally some black light illuminating the white clothing people wore - if any. In the far end of the room stood a little stage with a pole, being used for... well, anything but pole dancing; left and right were spaces with couches and seats that some people were bent over, tied to, or knelt beside. A totally normal sight, this was a kink club after all - you couldn't help but smirk to yourself as you remembered the first time you'd seen something like this a few years ago, so embarrassed and barely brave enough to look up from the floor. 

[Alejandro - Lady Gaga]

Your eyes scanned through everything now, searching, avoiding some older men already throwing some looks at you to the best of your abilities. Until you spotted her.

The mysterious woman sat on a bar stool, seeming preoccupied talking to someone you couldn't identify, though she didn't look all too fascinated. A glimmer of hope. You wanted her for yourself tonight, and you were gonna make that effort.

You made your way over to the bar with a decisive stride, seated two stools away from where the two led their conversation. You ordered a non-alcoholic cocktail - Safe, Sane, Consensual and stuff - and while waiting for your drink your gaze discreetly turned to the lady on your right. Though slightly covered up by the silhouette talking to her, her tall figure even while sat allowed for you to see her face effortlessly. Blonde, well-kept hair in a short hairstyle, big irises - their color indistinguishable, but dark - staring unbothered and bored down the other person's face. The blazer that she'd had on last time you'd seen her was placed on her lap, only the white shirt beneath remained adorning her upper body. Unbuttoned slightly, she showed off her collarbone. A gulp forced itself down your throat before you looked away - ah, perfect timing, the drink was handed to you right then. With a quick nod, you thanked the bartender and took a sip from the straw. Fuck , you may have been starting at her for longer than you'd meant to. You suddenly wished the music was just a tiny bit louder. 

You flinched when, in the corner of your eye, you saw the guy standing up and walking off, seemingly in an irritated fashion. Not even five minutes had passed, you wondered what'd happened but really, you were glad - this was your moment. 

The woman sighed, turning back to face her drink as she took a sip. You glanced over again, this time however you weren't discreet enough as she reciprocated the look, the corner of her mouth twitching up in a little smirk. 

"You think I wouldn't notice you staring at me?", her voice was deep, tone cold yet amused. You felt a hot shiver travel up your spine, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed. Still, you pulled yourself together, raised your head to hold eye contact. 

"Seems like my cards are laid out, huh." You teased, grabbed your drink and scooted two seats closer, now sitting where that other guy had been before. "Come here often?" 

Your cheap attempt at conversation was rejected, though, as she sighed and eyed you up and down, as if to assess your value. 

"I'm not too interested in small talk, that dude just now had to learn it the hard way. If you want something from me, be straight up about it."

She propped her elbow up on the bar counter and laid her chin into her palm. Wow, she didn't hesitate in terms of honesty, and somehow that made you even more attracted to her. The aura she was radiating was nothing short of assertive, authoritative, pulling you right in. The silence between the two of you didn't last long before you dared to speak again, an unexpected rise of confidence driving you forward. 

"Last party, I saw you on the stage during a session with someone. I can't quite tell what, but something about you made me wanna approach you. I'm interested in the way you dom." 

Her eyebrow quirked up, "Hmm. Why didn't you just talk to me last time, then?"

You almost felt as though you were being interrogated.

Your shoulders jerked up in a shrug. "I thought you looked preoccupied, I didn't wanna end up disturbing you guys. You seemed pretty close”, you paused, “and when I came back from the toilet, you were just… gone." 

You deliberately left out the fact that you'd been way too nervous to walk up to her.

"Oh, I didn't know that person at all. I came here by myself - they'd approached me and simply asked me to beat them." The blonde leaned back against the small stool rest and remained quiet for a second, all the while keeping her gaze locked on you. "And, well, who am I to deny a desperate sub their fun?" Her look was one of approval, so it seemed at least. She might’ve taken a liking to you.

She continued after finishing the last sip of her drink. "So... you decided to come again today, taking a gamble if I'd even be here, and now that you've found me, you think you've got it in the bag…” Your brows twitched at how she'd read you like an open book, not even thinking to deny it. “Interesting. What's your name?", she spoke in a bemused tone, almost as if poking fun at you, yet she seemed genuinely charmed by you, too.

"It's Y/N", you replied, returning her gaze and not shying away from her boldness.

"Yelena", she said, and before she could continue talking, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind her. Their eyes glinted like those of an evil creature straight out of a horror movie - before their hands seized each of Yelena's shoulders revealing themself as Hanji. Even the blonde herself seemed startled for a brief second, though her expression quickly went back to an unphased one. With a big grin on their face, Hanji parted their lips to speak. 

"Well look who it is, cowering in some corner again. Didn't ya come here to have some fun in your dull life?"

And with a lower voice, they leaned closer to Yelena's ear and uttered, "Seems like someone's caught yer eye, huh?" Their glance wandered towards you, giving you a look of encouragement.

She only sighed and raised her arm to wave them off, which they respected and instead put their hands in their own pockets. 

"What do you want? Already done with your shift downstairs?" Her tone sounded like one of irritation yet it was clear she meant it in an affectionate way. The two seemed to be acquaintanced.

"Yup, just closed down, entrance time's up. Not too many folks tonight. Wanna come over to us? Pieck's there, Levi and Erwin as well." Their eyes met yours again. "You come with, too. You'll fit right in." 

A quick glance at Yelena, she seemed not to mind the idea as she stood up, throwing her suit jacket on - your knees had nearly gone weak at the sight, a sudden desire to worship it, this heavenly work of art before your very eyes, Satan the creator of. 

[Obsession - Sir Chloe]

Swiftly omitting the unholy thoughts from your mind, you grabbed your drink before the two of you followed the brunette through the music, walking up to a table surrounded by occupied couches, some familiar and some not so familiar faces glancing in your direction. You smiled as you saw Pieck, she got up from her relaxed position on the couch, embracing you warmly before plopping right back down. You waved at Levi, sitting cross-legged with his elbow rested on the sofa arm. Alongside him on the floor - at first glance barely visible despite his sturdy body - kneeled a blonde man you hadn't seen before, practically naked besides some plain boxer shorts and thigh-highs combined with a beautifully designed collar around his neck. 

"A new one?", you inquired - Levi was quite the picky one, but it'd seemed like he'd found just his type. 

"Yeah, for a little while already", he took a sip from his drink - tea, needless to say - and nudged the man with his foot, uttering in a stern tone, "Introduce yourself." 

"I'm Erwin, nice to meet you", the blonde complied, voice deep and genuine, somehow pure. It wouldn't take much longer for Levi to taint him, however. 

You introduced yourself as well, eyeing the other strangers. They seemed a little too busy making out for you to want to disturb them, though. 

Hanji seated themself right next to Pieck's legs, placing a hand on her calf. 

As Yelena sat down, you did the same. She leaned against the back of the sofa, crossing her arms in front of her chest. 

"Well," Pieck started, cowered in between all the pillows in the corner of the sofa, "Has anyone seen Annie tonight? I've been meaning to ask her about where she got those new ropes from." 

"Should be back in one of the play rooms, saw her rushing there with Reiner and Bertholdt", Levi replied, hand now on Erwin's head, gently massaging it with the tips of his fingers. 

A conversation got going within the group, you chatted about some trivial things with some kinky gossip sprinkled in - that yearly BDSM camp event was coming up again, some of you were contemplating signing up for it. Apparently, some new drama had happened between Jean and Eren, there was always another childish reason for them to fight. The two others finally joined in as well, introducing themselves as Ymir and Historia. Some time passed as you guys cheerfully babbled, yet you couldn't help but be occasionally distracted by the aura next to you. 

While the others were caught up in a convo about how annoying work was, Yelena snuck her hand up the back of your neck, entangling her fingers in your hair gently. A shiver ran down your spine at the sudden sensation. She had barely said anything the whole time, just quietly sitting there listening, and it's surely been, like, half an hour now. Yet somehow, you could tell that she had paid close attention to you, you'd felt her eyes bore into your back just about the entire time. You turned your head towards her, her expression greeted you with a sly smile, her eyes dark, filled with want. 

She leaned forward, just a bit closer to your face. Parting her lips, she hissed softly but loud enough for you to hear over the music, "I'm getting bored out here, honestly.” Her thumb wandered down your jawline, barely even touching you, more like tickling the little hairs, and it set your senses on fire. “But you seem like you could provide some entertainment for me, hm?" Hooking her index finger beneath your chin, she lifted your face up just slightly, but enough to turn you bright pink. You hoped to God that the red lighting of the location concealed it.

The back of the main area could be accessed through a wooden double door and consisted of multiple rooms - all play rooms for if a couple decided to retreat to a more private space for a scene - many of which were themed differently. While walking behind the tall figure - struggling to match her long steps with your rather short legs - you peeked into some of them: one was medieval-themed, a pillory right in the middle, the other had just a few mattresses spread on the floor, another was even set up with a patient's bed and other supplies for medical play.

A gust of wind hit you as three people walked past you in the direction you came from - a blonde, rather short woman pulling two taller men by leashes. They looked like they'd just had a great time. 

Yelena walked into a dimly lit room, red candles attached to the cold brick walls. A double bed stood against the wall, in front of it a chest - nothing else really caught your eye about the space. You hurriedly followed her inside, not intending to keep her waiting at all and watched as she put down the bag she'd carried with her onto the wooden chest. You did the same with your comparatively small bag. Walking over to the bed, she situated herself on it and patted the mattress next to her, encouraging you to take a seat as well. 

"So", she began, "I'd like to have a conversation with you prior to the first scene - as equals. I keep seeing dominants treat a person they just met like a lowly object before any negotiation, so I try to avoid that myself." You nodded in agreement, not letting your attention wander off of her for even a second. 

"Tell me - did you have anything in mind that you wanted me to do to you tonight?" Her deep, husky voice echoed against the walls - like an electric guitar instrumental, slow and bold, it entranced you. As devoid of feeling and pragmatic as she seemed, you could discern a certain trace of curiosity, of interest, of desire - for you. 

You deliberated for a bit, hummed. Gaze lowered to your knees in thought.

“I'm… into degradation, so if you're comfortable with that, I'd love to be called humiliating names and told that I'm worthless.” 

The woman nodded, smirked to herself, thinking of all the possible ways she could make you feel inferior, lowly. 

“I can work with that.“

“I like serving others, too, and following commands. If you order me to do something, like, bring you a glass of water, I'll do it most of the time. However,” you paused, daring a bold glance into her eyes, “I do tend to misbehave at times.”

A hum from her, you couldn't quite tell if it was one of approval or one of dissatisfaction, she didn't entertain your statement any further however. Unsurprisingly, it only made you more curious about how she'd react if you did brat around. Her eyes bore into you as you continued talking.

“And… I love the feeling of fear. Like, intense adrenaline rushes. Threats. I'm not usually picky about how exactly a dom achieves that - mere words, with a weapon, a knife, or the like...” Her eyes lit up at that, as if you just hit the mark head-on. A short pause, awaiting a verbal reaction, but nothing - she patiently waited for you to finish. “I know it may be a bit much for a first session, we haven't built much trust after all, but still, I'd love to dip a toe in those waters with you.” You maintained eye contact, though your expression had changed from brave and daring to frail, almost pleading.

"Good.” She trailed her finger along the bedsheet, as if contemplating everything you'd said. 

“Anything else I need to be aware of? Limits?" 

“I don't like anything unsanitary like piss or whatnot, and I get overstimulated fast - so no excessive tickling or pinching. I enjoy scratching and biting, though. As for the degradation, please avoid mentioning my weight or my looks. I don't wanna be yelled at, either. Anything else is fine.”

After registering what you'd said with a nod, she began to speak. “Got it. So far, your kinks and limits mostly align with mine. I do enjoy playing with fear and the power dynamic, and I can provide the degradation you mentioned - I'll see what I can come up with.”

The anticipation had you flush, and upon seeing your reaction, a smug look snuck up on her face. Then she returned to a neutral expression, all businesswoman-like, continuing her questioning.

"Are you fine with sex? Strap ons?" 

A gulp made its way down your throat as you agreed. You'd had many sessions that didn't involve sex before - BDSM doesn't have to mean anything sexual, after all - but every time it had been included, it'd felt much more intimate. Obviously, that came with potential disadvantages, such as getting too emotionally involved, but… you were willing to take the risk. 

“Pain?”

A sharp inhale through your teeth at the mention, you couldn't quite conceal your masochistic tendencies. You played around with the fabric of your skirt. 

“Yes.”

"How about titles?" 

You bobbed your head. 

"If you were to refer to me as, say, ‘Ma'am’ or ‘Miss’, would that be alright?” A genuine question, yet it was somehow starting to feel like she was testing you a little. 

“Yes, that's fine by me.” You glanced at her, heart rate risen slightly. If you were being honest, you wanted nothing more than to get on with it.

“Mhm. Safewords - red, yellow, green?”

“Yes.”

A short silence, and all of a sudden, the air in the room switched up - like gray clouds burying the sun and the warmth disappearing with it. She parted her lips to speak, this time in a more assertive tone, your senses perked right up.

"Alright. I will have you treat me with respect, addressing me as a superior. If you brat around, be aware of potential consequences that might come with it. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Good." 

The woman raised herself in a graceful motion, stepping over to the room entrance. Gosh, was her height impressive, you couldn't help but bite down on your thumb imagining how it'd feel like to lie at her feet. She pulled the silk curtains in the door frame shut, signaling others not to disturb.

She returned to the bed to stand in front of you, taking hold of your jaw, and raised your head up to force eye contact. Her expression was gentle as she caressed your face. Then she stepped back, a snap of her fingers before she pointed at the floor. You didn't need to think twice as you practically let yourself fall to the ground, now kneeling before her, ass on your heels. 

“Look at you”, she purred, “such an obedient thing. I didn't even have to say a word.”

With both hands in her pockets, she raised her foot slightly to place it on your thigh, pressing down on it just slightly. Your reaction, head lowered with a little hiss, gave her the go-ahead: moving her foot up to your abdomen, she pushed you, back leaning against the bed frame. You stayed still as her foot wandered down again, pressing on the same spot on your thigh as before, harder this time, it was starting to hurt. 

“Spread them.”

You obliged, parting your legs a little in your kneeled position. She slipped her foot through to your inner thigh and caressed it with the tip of her shoe. You couldn't help but flinch when you felt her against your crotch, grinding firm enough to make you groan, but soft enough to leave you aching. A few little whimpers escaped you as she kept teasing you like that - and she seemed to approve of your reactions judging by the amused hum above you.

When she stopped and pulled away, you nearly gave in to your desire to beg her to keep going - some of that pride of yours, however, you needed to keep intact, so you bit down your lip and held back. You watched as she stepped over to the chest with the discarded bag on top. A long riding crop emerged from it, it suited her perfectly, her digits delicately wrapped around the handle like vines around a fragile branch. 

“What's in that bag of yours?”, she inquired.

“Well,” you replied with a hum in your voice, “you can take a look for yourself.”

And so she did, placed the crop on the lower edge of the bed prior to opening the zipper of your purse. After inspecting its contents, she pulled out what seemed to be her final decision: the black leather collar with a heart-shaped ring. 

She gripped it tightly, almost to announce that with this collar, you, too, were hers now. Her long, calm steps towards you came to a stop as she sat down with your back towards her, setting down her feet left and right of you. You stayed put patiently, awaiting her next course of action. 

Slight clinking close to your ears as she opened the collar, a familiar sound. She moved your head forward a little and brushed your hair out of the way to reveal your neck, a cold shiver down your nerves where she'd touched you. The soft leather was slowly wrapped around your neck, she let it slide against your skin gently, watching your goosebumps rise. With a quick motion, she closed it right up, checking if a finger could still fit in between the collar and your skin. She then placed her hands beneath your jawline, nails softly digging in as she angled your face up towards her to take a look at her possession. The positioning of your head caused the collar and your Adam's apple to push into one another, a strange sensation, your face contorting into a slight grimace accordingly.

A satisfied huff from her, enjoying the sight. 

She rose to her feet, her shadow stretching in the dim lighting - she was so tall you fit right beneath her hips. Her hand reached for the crop before she stepped back again, eyeing you from a distance.

“Bend over the bed so I can see your ass.”

Her hand felt cold against your back - barely covered up by thin clothing - as she felt it down in one slow stroke. You lied tummy down on the bed, knees on the floor, face buried in your arms. Reaching your ass, she caressed your thigh to then lift up your skirt, your panties now exposed. She hooked her index finger under the fabric to then let it snap against your skin, the brief sharp pain had you arch your back for a second. 

In a flash, a loud crack resonated through the room, the pain settling in on your right ass cheek just half a second later. You gasped, it wasn't too harsh, you could tell she was holding back, but you knew it wouldn't remain that way for long. And you were right - after a short pause, she went right back to aim at the very same spot, this time harder, sharper, prompting a whine. A pink trace was starting to form where you'd been hit, resembling the shape of the crop.

You turned your head a little, watching her from the corner of your eye. She raised up her arm only to let the crop crash down again, this time on your other buttock, fuck , it stung. You couldn't tell if you were just especially sensitive today or if her hits, while seeming so effortless, were actually really harsh. 

She proceeded to beat you - your ass, thighs, occasionally calves, too - and smack by smack it became more painful. Sometimes, she'd use her hand to spank you, the skin-to-skin contact amplifying the sensation a hundredfold. Your quiet whimpers had turned into louder grunts and moans - music to her ears - as your skin burnt up, little fiery sparks fracturing your surface. One more hit, and it cracked you, had you spit out a loud cuss. 

Silence - you could swear it lasted so much longer than it did - prior to feeling her hand buried in your hair and a forceful tug at it. 

"What was that?"

You gasped, heart rate going berserk again. You were at a loss for words for a moment, and with every passing second you felt the mood get angrier before finally, something stumbled out of your mouth: “I-I'm sorry, Ma'am! I didn't… mean it…“

“That's right, baby. Language."

She seemed to ease her grip at first, you exhaled quietly in relief - when she suddenly pressed your face back onto the mattress, nearly making you believe you'd suffocate, to then ease the pressure and caress over your scalp with the tips of her fingers.

And with that, she let you off. 

This woman was a double-edged blade, the way she toyed with you, convincing you you were safe only to punish that very optimism. You shivered.

“Color?”, she asked after a little pause.

“Green.”

You couldn't help but twitch when you sensed the tip of the riding crop against your cunt, its edge softly stroking you over the fabric of your lingerie. Reflexively, your thighs shot close around the crop in an attempt to intensify the friction. A click of her tongue however let you know that she didn't quite approve of your desperate action. 

“Didn't I tell you to spread them?”

It was an eerie threat disguised as a simple question - like a goldenrod crab spider camouflaged on its homely flower, hungrily anticipating its ignorant prey. You moved your legs apart again, hoping you'd gotten away last second, but alas, she wasn't going to feed into your hopes, no: A sharp slap right on your pussy, and even when it was protected by some fabric, it'd hurt like hell, had you arch your back and grasp hold of the sheets for dear life - your knuckles nearly white by now. 

“Ow! W-what was that for?!”, you stuttered in irritation, glancing back at Yelena - her expression stern with a dark glimmer in her eyes, the corner of her mouth warped in a scowl. It still burnt down there, fuck, and the worst part was that it felt good .

“You know exactly why. Should I spell it out for you?” 

She hovered over your back, placing the spanking tool next to you. Seizing your hair again, she lifted your head up, her face close to yours, soft breathing against your ear tangible. You couldn't stop a whimper of shame from coming out of you at the sudden, intense eye contact. You pressed your eyelids shut.

“Such a cheap, bad-mannered slut. Looks like I'll have to teach you a proper lesson”, was the only thing she uttered before her palm landed on your ass mercilessly one last time. 

“Stay.”

Ordering you around as if you were a dog, you could just about pity yourself. Steps heading away from you again, and as they came close your sight turned to darkness - a blindfold, silky soft, covering up your eyes. Her digits traveled teasingly along your panties, your wetness almost leaking through, before she pulled down your skirt to properly reveal your behind. Your cheeks reddened beneath the blindfold, excitement and shame intertwined.

“Up the bed, lay down on your back. Let's see how long you can last before you start begging.”

You obliged, and even when wanting so badly to keep testing the limits, something told you to obey, to follow, and you'd be rewarded. 

Struggling to move in your blindfolded state, overly cautious not to hurt yourself due to your clumsiness, you finally laid down with your arms left and right of you - open, vulnerable, all hers to do with as she pleased.

And so she did, her long fingers beginning to explore and feel up and down your body. Her touch fierce at times - like when she squeezed your thigh or scratched harshly down your side prompting a little cry - and gradually turning softer. She slipped her hands beneath your top, your skin sensitive against her cold palm, and teasingly worked her way up to your chest. Your skin pinched and scratched in the process, your sides gently grazed. You arched your back when she reached just below your nipples, couldn't not, clenched the sheets craving for her to touch you like she meant it. She coldly ignored your apparent desperation, however, and moved her digits up to your arms to caress them ever so slightly. Every time you'd jolt or lash out a hand when it tickled too much, she'd seize your wrist and pin it back against the mattress. You were trapped, unable to escape.

And it went on like this for a while, mere feathered sensations scattered all over your body, and yet they grew as cruel as a raging fucking inferno. With your visual sense restricted, all your other senses were heightened - becoming more and more fragile as the woman continued teasing you as she pleased. Overstimulated, you felt like you could start sobbing any second. Fuck , you thought, this is worse than any actual pain…  

“P-please, Ma'am…”

Barely audible as you spoke, desperate, pitiful. 

“Please, what?”

She stroked some strands of hair out of your face. Her scent, a charred rose in the drizzling rain.

“Use your words, baby”, she hissed, “let me hear you beg like the slut you are.”

She watched your lower lip quiver at her words while your lower stomach ached, throbbing. Both of your hands squeezed her forearm before you opened your mouth.

“Just… touch me, take me. Fuck me. Please ." You didn't bother holding back anymore, she'd worked you up way too much for you to care. You wanted, no, needed to have her, and now. 

A short giggle emerged from above you before her fingertips trailed along your neck, thumbs meeting at your Adam’s apple that was slightly poking out above the collar. She traced circles around it tenderly.

“Mm, what a good girl, so honest with your feelings. I'll have to reward you for that, won't I?” She uttered, after which her thumbs pressed down against your throat, straining your trachea just barely. You shivered, couldn't not, some saliva almost got caught up in there - and you knew she was holding back still. Yet the adrenaline was already doing its job rushing through your chest. Your heart skipped a beat.

Then she let go, leaving you panting for a second. You thought it was over with. 

Your hopes were crushed, however, when she didn't make any attempts to take the blindfold off and instead seemed to fetch something else from her bag. Ignorant of whatever she was plotting, all kinds of thoughts raced through your mind until she climbed onto the bed again. 

“But sadly for you, I'm not feeling like it.”

You hissed.

The tip of something cold and metallic was pressed against your skin, and all it took was a few seconds for you to realize what it was.

This bitch actually had a gun aimed right at your fucking throat.

A few hectic gasps from the shock as you instantly felt your fight-or-flight instinct kick in, yet didn't dare to move. 

She traced the gun up to your chin, along your jawline, and stopped at your temple. You didn't know if it was loaded, didn't care to know, it was so fucking terrifying and you loved it, relished in it.

The danger, the threat, the sheer terror. The way she could just pull the trigger, and… 

She gave you time to let yourself fall into this state of mind, to let this sensation take over you. Quite a paradox, it was incredibly freeing - all of your thoughts and worries were turned to dust as you were forced to focus on this one moment, all while your heart was running dozens of marathons at once. 

The muzzle then traced down your cheek, stroked your lower lip, pleading for entrance. 

And you granted it, parting your shaky lips for it to slide in, barrel tickling your tongue. It felt heavy in your mouth. Its taste was one of steel, akin to blood. 

The sound of a cock-back. Her voice, breathy, so close against your ear. 

“Pow.”

A little whine of fear. You nearly saw your life flash before your eyes right there.

Oh, to tighten your hands around the waist of something violent like her. 

The cool metal - you'd almost gotten used to the feel of it - vanished from your tongue and the pistol was tucked away somewhere. While you finally felt like you could breathe again, you couldn't stand the loss of this beautifully frightening sensation as she turned her attention to the blindfold to slip it off slowly - even the very dim glow of the room briefly blinding you. The first thing you could make out was Yelena towering over you - how she smiled down at you, her gaze gentle but full of pure lust, before giving you a faint peck on the forehead. 

She climbed off of you and headed toward her bag yet again, rummaging through it. When she pulled out her strap-on you couldn't help but force a gulp down your throat. You sat up and watched as she let her pants slide off - her legs long and smooth and pretty - and put the device on, adjusting it. Excited, you subconsciously nibbled on your thumb nail as you squeezed your thighs together. 

A whistle.

“Down on the floor. You're gonna have to work for it.”

You flushed as you realized what was to come and followed her command like a trained Pavlov’s Dog ready for its treat - when it was just the bell that'd rung. 

She sat on the bed facing you and you scooted closer, the toy practically in front of your nose. Eagerly accepting your meal, you let your tongue twirl around the tip of it. A chuckle of approval echoed through the space, she hadn't even given you permission yet, but she was willing to disregard that as you proved to be quite amusing to her. 

So you let the strap slide into your mouth and proceeded to suck on it, slowly taking in more and more as you delivered a perfect fellatio - any man would've shed some tears of bliss by then. The only thing you were hoping for was, well, that she wouldn't notice your gag reflex somehow being intact. 

But this woman was smart, too smart, she noticed everything. So when you were just on your way up again, a fistful of your hair was grabbed and you were forced all the way back down. You downright choked, feeling the tip press against the back of your throat, tears in the corners of your eyes. Your hands gripped her thighs as you reflexively tried pushing yourself upwards, yet she didn't let you, kept her hand pressed right where it was. Muffled whimpers and choked back coughs escaped your mouth before she finally pulled you up, holding your hair tightly as she leaned closer to your face. 

A click of her tongue.

“What a mess.”

That you were indeed, panting hard and teary-eyed, flushing from excitement, arousal, heat… 

In the corner of your eye, she raised her other hand and… 

“Ah!“

A sudden smack right across your cheek. The pain fierce and hot, it chewed deeper through your skin spreading through half your skull. Though after the initial shock, the slut for pain you were, you craved more . So when you turned your face back towards her with a brazen smirk smeared on it, she didn't hesitate to deliver another one, this time to your other cheek. You emitted something resembling a groan of pain with a laugh beneath it before she snatched your chin and forced eye contact. 

“Brat.”

She released your locks from her grip and repositioned herself on the bed - now, her back leaned against the pillow that she'd propped up at the backrest. You rubbed your cheek to ease the pain, posture like that of a poor puppy that'd just tripped over its own tail.

“Come.”

She patted her leg and you obliged, climbing up the bed and straddling her lap - just in front of the strap. She placed her hands on your thighs, rubbed them firmly and you slightly raised yourself up when she teased her way towards your hips. Her thumbs slipped beneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down - a wet string connecting the fabric with your pussy. You were wet , and you weren't about to keep it secret. She'd have to accept you, take you, plain and honest as you were. 

Her middle finger stroked over your exposed clit, prompting your body to tense up as you barely held back a whimper. Her other hand wandered up your waist, crawled beneath your top and this time it caught you off guard how she suddenly cupped your breast - already so used to her teasing and testing you. 

You reached out to hold on to her, trembling just slightly, and hid your face against her shoulder. The way you subtly grinded against her finger revealed your  hunger for more - a pinch of your nipple to punish you. Truthfully though, you could tell that even she was starting to get worked up as you noticed her breathing take on a faintly irregular rhythm. 

“Gosh, look how wet you are for me. Makes me wanna do things to you that you couldn't even imagine.”

Your stomach tensed up again as your cunt throbbed. Jesus, she had you fucking intoxicated, mind foggy, brain mush. 

Two fingers at once, you couldn't hide your voice as you leaned your head into the nape of your neck. Breathe , you tried to calm yourself as you felt the air getting stuck in your throat, relief and tension at the same time overtaking you.

Then her fingers spread apart inside you, your lips parting in a silent moan. They were long, warm, searching meticulously for your sweet spot, and - you spouted a few curses under your breath when they found it. 

A low hum, satisfied, she started stimulating and massaging it just right. Her hand previously on your chest now dug its fingernails into your waist, and your grinding grew more intense by the minute.

Softly, a kiss was placed on your head before you suddenly felt empty again, the pressure of her fingers against your walls gone. 

You gazed at her, a pleading look in your eyes - at least she wouldn't keep you waiting for much longer when you sensed her hands grab your ass and direct you toward the strap, positioning you above its head.

“Take this cock like a good girl for me, alright, baby?”

A loud moan rang through the room, your insides nearly torn apart in an instant. Heaven , finally - at least, that was the closest to it that you could imagine - a little sigh of satisfaction as she kept you pressed all the way down to get you used to it. 

She wasn't gonna give you any more than a second, however, as she immediately picked up her pace, beginning to pound you fiercely with her nails digging bruises into your skin while she guided your hips. Your irises rolled to the back of your head as you closed your eyelids.

And gosh, how good it felt to be taken like a whore.

Piercing moans turned into broken, breathy whimpers as your voice strained and cracked. Your body was being used with every thrust, droplets of sweat shimmering in the dim light, mind hazy - soon starting to forget anything around as you felt a familiar sensation creep up faster than usual. You clung to the black fabric of her blazer for dear life. 

But just as you thought stars were about to blur your senses, she stopped her movements and held you up against the tip of the strap. It barely even penetrated you - you released a frustrated sigh, opening your eyes again. 

“W-what are you doing? I was gonna cum…”

Her amused snicker told you everything. 

“Oh, Darling. That would be no fun, would it?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in playful irritation.

“Fuck you.”

As it turned out, you'd come to regret your impulsive word choice.

In the blink of an eye, something shiny that she'd pulled out from her inner coat pocket was held beneath your ear. 

Goosebumps went down your limbs in a fast wave as you noticed her stare, sinister and menacing. 

With the dull edge of the knife slightly pressed against your jawline, the fear paralyzed your body, even your breathing came to a stop. 

“Are you sure you wanna be saying that right now?”

The adrenaline had your chest tingle, your abdomen muscles tensed. You didn't even notice how your thighs were starting to ache and shake due to the awkward position.

“I- I…” 

You couldn't even get a proper sentence out. She smirked, savored the way she had your life in her grip, and you couldn't stand it, but somehow absolutely adored it, too. You forced your eyes shut, hoped that she'd take pity and go easy on you. But no, she kept the tension up - letting the blade slide down your neck and collar bone, the pointy tip of the pocket knife grazing you occasionally. Fuck, this knife was tiny, not even remotely big enough to do real harm, yet it definitely had a distinct effect on you. You were so fucking horny.

When she laid the blade flat against your thigh, you returned to your senses again - remembered you were in the middle of being fucked. Your leg muscles had started to cramp as you were positioned above the tip of the strap - relieved when she pushed you right back down in one go. 

Your voice was wrecked as it broke free from the caging of your lips. She'd hit your sweet spot just right, and you'd closed in on your orgasm by a few steps again. 

She spoke in a breathy, deep, greedy voice, like a fox that'd just chased a little bunny for too long and finally had it cornered.

“You wanna cum so bad, huh? Gotta promise me to be good from now on, won't you?”

“Y-yes, Ma'am, yes!”, an instantaneous reply.

“Good girl.”

She huffed, lifted you slowly to thrust all the way up again. You neared your orgasm fast when she proceeded to thoroughly rail your brains out, not caring anymore that your moans could be heard down half the hallway.

When the knot in your stomach finally unraveled, the overwhelming sensation had you throw your head back. Brows scrunched up, expression fucked out. You were cumming, fuck, all while the blade was still held against your skin, threatening to slit right through. The movements stopped, she held you pushed down on the strap just like before. 

You rode your orgasm out with shallow breaths, grinding on the toy until you slowly came to. Your eyes fluttered open when you felt her hand cup your cheek gently and the other one was removed from your thigh - the knife with it, flipped closed and tucked away. 

You were ruined .

She lifted you up off the toy, a sigh as you felt emptiness again. On one hand sad at the loss, on the other hand relieved because Gosh, were you tired. When her arms wrapped around you and she pulled you into a warm embrace, you fell right in, snuggling into her neck. Her hands warm now, caressing your back as you listened to her slightly heightened pulse. 

She grabbed you with ease - as though you were a lightweight, weakened little creature - and turned you to lay on the bed before working on the strap harness to take it off, wipe it roughly and throw it to the floor. You observed through dazed, distant eyes how she took off her blazer, neatly folding it to place it on the nightstand; then unbuttoned her white shirt - you couldn't blame her, it'd gotten fucking hot in here. 

“What about you?”, you inquired, wanting to return the favor after all - curious to see her fully unravel.

“Maybe next time, don't worry about it. For now, just relax.”

She turned around towards you again, her fingers going through your hair as she smiled at you with a loving expression. That was the first time you'd seen something like that on her - surprised she was even capable of it at all - but you appreciated it, definitely in need of some affection right then. You scooted close, burying your face in her chest. 

It was quiet, nothing but faint breaths filling the space, she gave you all the time in the world to calm down and gather your thoughts while she massaged your head. It took a while for you to fully relax, it was a lot that’d happened, after all, especially for a first session. And yet, you wanted to find out more about this woman, it was like she was veiling parts of herself, and you couldn’t wait to dig your way into her secrets.  

“You okay?”, she asked after a few minutes of silence, her tone soft and calming, pulling you out from your near slumber.

“Mhm”, you were muffled against her chest, voice raspy from exhaustion. You slowly rolled to your side, dazed up at the ceiling with a faint smile on your face.
She propped herself up on her elbow, now facing you, observing you closely. You felt… safe, cared for. Looked after.

“I liked it… a lot.”

She brushed your locks out of your eyesight with her fingertips.

“I’m glad.”

“Can we meet again?”

You sat on the edge of the bed, letting your eyes roam over her as she tucked her shirt into her trousers and slipped back into her blazer. 

She smirked to herself, busy packing all the tools and toys she'd used back into her bag.

“Perhaps”, she said, “If you come back for me.”