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It was late, very late and Andy had forgotten Miranda’s house keys, because why wouldn’t she? Usually it didn’t take until this late for the Book to be ready and she had never before forgotten the keys but everything had gone wrong that day, so why shouldn’t this too? It made perfect sense.
The chill in Miranda’s voice and the look on her face when she had dismissed Andy earlier was still vivid in Andy’s mind. She truly had fucked it up this time and it was a wonder Miranda hadn’t fired her then and there.
Andy cursed for a while as she pondered just ringing the door bell but then decided she’d figure it out some other way. Though there was no way she was returning to the office to get the keys. She had to figure out something else.
“This will be either my greatest triumph or worst idea ever,” she mumbled to herself as she manoeuvred the bag of dry cleaning over the eave and pulled herself up. All those years spent as an aspiring gymnast were finally paying off though never had she imagined she would be using them to break into Miranda Priestly’s townhouse.
Desperate times called for desperate measures and an open window on the third floor was going to be her salvation.
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“Sorry to disturb you Mrs. Priestly but we caught this young woman trying to break in through an open window,” the police officer said as Miranda opened the door. “We’ll take her in, but thought you should know in case you wish to press charges.”
Miranda turned her eyes to Andy, who just gave her a sheepish grin. Without any acknowledgement she looked at the officer again. “I see.”
“You can contact the station—”
“No, no. No need for such measures. This particular vagrant doesn’t seem dangerous enough to cause much concern.”
Andy stared at Miranda, her mouth open in disbelief. Vagrant.
“Miranda, I’m sorry,” Andy started but was quickly stopped by Miranda’s raised hand.
“I don’t believe there is any further need for your assistance,” Miranda continued talking to the officer. “I can resolve this matter with the woman by myself. Just leave the cuffs on for safety.”
“Ma’am… that would be highly unorthodox,” he protested but quickly seemed to decide it would make his night much easier if he just obliged.
Miranda pulled Andy inside by the chain of the cuffs and walked her to the den without saying another word.
“I’m really sorry,” Andy said as Miranda placed her hand on Andy’s chest and pushed her down to sit on the couch. “I left the key to the office and it would have been so late to get the Book in if I had gone back to get it.”
“So, naturally, instead of ringing the doorbell like a normal human being, you decided to sneak in like some sort of a… cat burglar,” Miranda said, crossing her arms and staring down at Andy.
“I panicked,” Andy admitted and tried to move her hands only to remember she was still in cuffs.
Miranda licked her lips, and it seemed almost like she was doing it to hide something. She seemed… pleased? “So where is the Book now? Or my dry cleaning for that matter?”
“Uh… I got them in through the third floor window before the cops caught me,” Andy explained feeling a renewed sense of embarrassment. “Are you gonna open these?” she asked lifting her wrists towards Miranda.
Miranda turned around and sat down, slowly lifting one leg over the other as she leaned into the armchair. She pursed her lips before she said, “I haven’t decided yet.”
“Haven’t decided? Miranda! I can’t go home like this.”
“You were intending to break into my bedroom; the cuffs are… reassuring,” Miranda said with a serious expression though her tone was less so. Her fingers idly playing with her necklace as her eyes roamed over Andy’s frame.
“I didn’t know it was your bedroom and after everything that happened at work today, I thought one more failure to deliver and you’d fire me! But I guess that’s going to happen anyway.” Andy closed her eyes and sighed resignedly fully embracing her fate.
“There is…” Miranda drawled, and her voice was suddenly deeper and richer. Inviting almost. “…something you can help me with.”
Andy’s eyes snapped open and found Miranda slowly undoing the buttons of her silk blouse. Andy swallowed as the heat immediately centred in her core, suddenly hopeful something she had long daydreamed of was actually going to happen.
Or maybe she fell off the roof and this was a coma dream.
“Anything,” Andy said and was almost embarrassed by how eager she sounded. Her face hot and mouth dry.
Miranda arched an eyebrow as she got up and shrugged off the blouse and draped it over the back of an armchair. Andy tried to take all of her in, still afraid someone was going to wake her up at the wrong moment or perhaps Miranda was just preparing to murder her and didn’t want to make a mess of her shirt.
“Anything?” Miranda asked and tantalisingly slowly undid the zipper of her skirt, revealing a matching pair of underwear, before it fell down on the floor and Andy did her best to not vibrate from excitement as Miranda unwrapped herself. “Because you have made me wait an inexcusable amount of time. Teasing, and tempting me with those… looks. And the outfits and accidental touches.”
Andy practically jumped up wanting to touch Miranda desperately but the cuffs were making all of her movements incredibly unnatural. “Won’t you please take them off, and I will make it all worth your while?”
Miranda shook her head. She moved closer and brushed her fingers along Andy’s jawline, and stopped at her chin holding it in place. “Patience,” she whispered and she gripped the chain of Andy’s cuffs tightly. “Undress yourself,” she commanded and Andy did, with some difficulty as her tight fitting slacks refused to slide down and her shirt she could only unbutton, because of the handcuffs. Her undressing definitely lacked the same kind of sex appeal, and was merely coloured by desperation. Miranda observed all of it far too amused.
“Sit down, and lift your hands behind your head,” Miranda commanded and Andy did as she was told, again exceptionally eagerly, and Miranda followed her on the couch and straddled her.
Andy’s hips moved almost on their own as she craved Miranda’s touch and the heat radiating. Miranda chuckled satisfied as she cupped and massaged Andy’s breast through the fabric of her bra, before pulling the edge down to expose it. “Miranda, I want to—”
“Mmm? Is there something you would dare to require of me after the… trouble you’ve put me through tonight?”
“I want to touch you,” Andy said not even bothering to try to conceal her desperation.
“Oh, I know… so badly in fact you intended to break into my bedroom,” Miranda murmured and pinched Andy’s nipple. “I feel much safer with you in handcuffs. Who knows what you might have done?”
Miranda clearly was enjoying the idea of Andy being so desperate to have her that she would have broken in which Andy had no problem entertaining. After all she had spent many an afternoon lost in fantasies of showing Miranda just how she could help ease her stress.
“I’ve wanted to have you so long,” Andy managed to say before Miranda kissed her neck, teasing with her teeth. “I could bring you so much pleasure if you’ll just let me.”
Miranda straightened herself. “Undoubtedly,” she said and her voice was low. She sighed with her eyes closed and after a while seemed to shake the thought out. Her hand moved up to Andy’s face and her thumb played with Andy’s lower lip, as she bit her own. “And I will put that mouth of yours to good use once I’m done with exploring… every… inch… of your body.”
“God,” was all Andy could manage as an anticipatory shudder ran through her when Miranda’s hand slid down, back of her fingers trailing the curve of Andy’s breast.
“Though even without much exploration I can tell how indecently wet you are for me. Tell me, Andrea,” Miranda said as she manoeuvered Andy to lay on her back by simply applying pressure to her chest and got on top of her again. “When was the first time you thought about it? How it would be to fuck your insufferable boss? Mm?”
“I… don’t think you’re insufferable,” Andy said and Miranda’s hand stilled.
“You don’t need to lie to me. I’m going to fuck you even if you admit it. Because I…” Miranda whispered near to Andy’s ear. “…have wanted to do it from day one. Just to swipe that smug smile off your face,” she added before capturing Andy’s lips. The kiss was exactly like Andy had imagined, pushy, and demanding. And left her wanting more when Miranda moved away and settled between Andy’s legs.
Andy arched her back into Miranda’s touch as her fingers slid down between Andy’s folds and discovered how wet she really was. Miranda seemed satisfied as she circled and teased Andy’s entrance.
The cuffs still on her wrists rattled as she kept writhing, hoping Miranda would stop taking her sweet time. When fingers finally moved in and started first slowly thrusting, Andy’s hand grasped hold of whatever she could find as Miranda’s pace grew. “Please don’t… stop.”
Miranda to Andy’s relief kept her steady rhythm going and her orgasm was already embarrassingly close until... Miranda slowed down and stopped. “Oh, I want to see you come undone. Feel you unravel around my fingers, but only… when I give you the permission. This is supposed to be your punishment.”
“Please,” Andy begged, her body craving the release more than she knew possible.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands,” Miranda said and drew her fingers out. “I’ve always wondered what you’d look like, desperate to have me fuck you. And I'd just… walk away,” she continued, toying with Andy. “It’s rather annoying to find that I’m incapable of doing so. Infuriating that I want to be the one to make you come. Say my name, Andrea. Tell me who it is you want to fuck you so desperately.”
“Miranda!”
“Good girl,” Miranda said as shoved her fingers back in and slowly increased her pace.
“Yes, yes!”
“Truly, you’re infuriating,” Miranda said with a hoarse voice and Andy came in a waves that felt never ending. Miranda pulled her fingers out after a while, and seemed very pleased with herself. “See, how cooperative I can be… when you just do what I want.”
“…Yes, Miranda,” Andy said still feeling uncertain if she was truly awake. Though in her fantasies Miranda had never seemed as… relaxed. Unhurried. And almost without exception they were at the office and on Miranda’s desk.
“I hope you've learned your lesson,” Miranda said as Andy got up slowly to sit. Miranda stayed on her knees between Andy’s legs.
Andy wondered what lesson this actually should’ve taught her. The day had been a disaster until whatever this was but… it all seemed unimportant as she stared at her naked boss in front of her. Her boss who had just made her come on her pristine couch.
No one was ever going to believe it.
That mattered very little though as one thought and one thought only occupied Andy’s mind. “Can… Can you open them so I can finally let you come too?”
“I don’t have a key,” Miranda stated nonchalantly, and as if it was self evident.
“Miranda!” Andy gasped as it dawned on her that Miranda had actually never asked for the keys from the police officer.
Miranda smiled wickedly. “And besides. I said you’ll put your mouth to good use, not that you’ll need your hands.”