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Thena smirks, "I didn't know she was with someone." She puts her hands up, smiling. "A pretty little thing like her might get taken if you're not careful."

Samantha's lips press into a hard line. "She knows better." She forcefully tugs Ophelia away. She then takes Ophelia by the hand and leads her to the back where the red sign glows. They enter a darkly lit hallway with a row of red doors on each side. The lights are dimmed to give a personal effect. "What was that?"

"I have no idea, but I left my drinks." Ophelia tries to peer around the older woman but a hand on her chest shoves her back into the wall. "Hey!"

"Ophelia, she was practically all over you."

"She said she wanted to be friends. What's so wrong with that?" Ophelia throws her hands up in confusion at the redhead's outburst.

Samantha peers around and then drags Ophelia to one of the red doors. She twists the handle and finds it unlocked. She quickly pushes Ophelia inside first and follows after.

"Samantha?" Ophelia stops in the center of the room, staring at the couch. On it is a leather whip. There are also chains and other various items that a woman can use on another. She stares at the hot pink strap-on intrigued. She wonders what Samantha would look like with it on.

Behind her, Samantha shoves her toward the couch, "Kneel." She does so without question, dropping to the grimy floor in the center of the room. Head bowed, she shivers at the fingers that trail across the back of Opelia's neck as Samantha's hand gradually encloses her neck like a noose. "Ophelia, my sweet baby girl," Samantha's fingers dig into the soft skin of her neck. "Explain to me why you thought it was a good idea to go anywhere with that woman."

Ophelia tries to speak, anxiously struggling to form words. She can't think with the redhead's pale hand snuggly around her neck. She swallows and feels the muscles of her throat constrict due to the tight grip Samantha has on Ophelia. Samantha pulls her closer, "Answer me."

"I don't know?" She gasps out, licking at her dry lips nervously. "I thought she was being nice."

A sarcastic chuckle is heard behind her, "You thought a topless dancer wanted to be friends?" Samantha asks as she leans down to whisper in Ophelia's ear. She runs her nose along the younger's hair, breathing in. "I forgot how naive you are."

In response, Ophelia glares at her hands folded in her lap. She gasps for air, arching up as she does so, at the sudden warm tongue that licks the shell of her ear. "Sam!" Ophelia cries out trying to turn her head to see the redhead.

Samantha's velvety laugh echoes in her eardrum. "That woman would have brought you in here, made you kneel." Samantha's hand leaves Ophelia's neck but twists into the black strands of her hair. She tugs, curious about Ophelia's reaction. The younger doesn't disappoint with her breathy gasp, back arching further as she cranes her neck back. "She would have made you crawl on this filthy floor and beg."

Ophelia tries to shake her head, refusing to believe that would ever happen. "No! No, I wouldn't do that."

The redhead bends at the waist, tugging the hair in her fist again. She pulls harder this time, "Oh really? Why not?"

She glances up, catching Samantha's hard gaze. "Because," Opheia blinks attempting to gather her flurried thoughts. "I only kneel for you." She pleads with her eyes for Samantha to understand, "I belong to you and only you Samantha." The hand in her hair releases its hold.

Samantha walks around Ophelia's knelt form, tucking her hands in her pockets. "Actions speak louder than words, Ophelia." She takes a seat on the couch. Her weight causes the cushions to sink which shifts the pink strapon so that it rolls toward Samantha's thigh. "Crawl," she whispers, legs spread invitingly.

Ophelia swallows, mouth dryer than the desert. She looks up at Samantha, eyes round and bright. She reaches out her hands and begins to crawl on all fours toward her. Samantha inhales sharply at the sight, leaning back on the couch and folding her arms. The younger watches all this with rapt attention, eyes never straying from the older.

She bows her head slightly, upon reaching Samantha, unsure of what to do next. It was obvious Samantha was expecting something of her, so Ophelia reaches out and lays her palms on Samantha's thighs. The redhead has no reaction to this so Ophelia continues.

She raises up on her knees and then slides her hands up Samantha's thighs. She hooks her index fingers in the belt loops of her jeans and pulls teasingly. Ophelia quivers at her boldness feeling as if she playing a dangerous game with the other.

A hand stops her from going further. "Ophelia." Samantha tugs Ophelia's hands away from her thighs and gently takes them in hers. "Come up here." Ophelia follows the older woman's command and raises up to her feet. She looks at either side of Samantha, not knowing which side to sit on. Samantha chooses for her by quickly grabbing Ophelia's hips and pulling her forward until she is straddling Samantha. "Is this alright for you?"

"Yes," Ophelia's voice is a little shaky. Her hands are on Samantha's shoulders. "I don't know what you want me to do."

Samantha tilts her head to the side. "We're just talking Ophelia. Nothing is going to happen here tonight." She reaches out and gently grabs a strand of Ophelia's hair and twirls it around her finger. "Did you mean it?"

About to question what she means, Ophelia pauses. She understands what Samantha is trying to say. Did Ophelia mean that she belonged to Samantha? "Yes, I meant it, all of it," Ophelia says, looking down at the older. Her heart races inside her chest, pumping faster and faster. "Sam?" She whispers, unsure if she should be doing this.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Samantha stares up at Ophelia with her full attention.

She chews the inside of her cheek nervously then decides to just go for it. "What if I didn't want to keep kneeling for you?" At the cold mask that instantly falls over Samantha's face, she hurries to utter out. "I mean more than kneel. Like...more than that."

"Sexually?" Samantha ventures.

"Yeah, sexually." Ophelia looks away from the older woman to the pink strapon beside them. Samantha follows her gaze and makes a noise.

"Ophelia, are you sure?" She reaches out and softly drags her fingers down Ophelia's jaw before turning the younger's head to face her again.

Her hands that are clasped over Samantha's shoulders smooth down the front of the redhead's shirt. She leans forward, a hairs breath away from Samantha's lips. "Samantha, will you kiss me already?"

The older woman obliges, leaning forward to draw their lips together. Ophelia's heart flutters like a caged bird the moment their lips make contact. Samantha's lips are petal soft and move skillfully against her own buttery smooth ones. She leans forward, canting her hips so that she can be closer to the redhead.

Their first kiss is soft and tentative. Just a curious brush of lips. The second kiss is longer. Less questioning, more confident. Samantha runs her hands up Ophelia's back then trail back down to grip her waist. She licks at Ophelia's plush lips in askance, seeking permission to plunder her mouth and steal away her innocence.

Ophelia shyly opens her lips then promptly arches when Samantha's tongue swipes across her own. It curls into the younger woman's mouth, swirling against the pink muscle. She can't stop the helpless moan that slips out between them.

Samantha gives an answering moan back, deepening the kiss by using her hand to tilt Ophelia's head to the side. Her other hand wraps around the submissive's back, locking her arm around the woman. With their lips still heatedly connected, Samantha pulls Ophelia forward.

The remaining breath is knocked out of her, Ophelia gasps into the kiss but goes willingly when Samantha tightens her iron hold around her body. She suddenly feels lightheaded. Like she's on cloud 9. There's no air in her lungs but Ophelia desperately presses closer. Needing to be near, to feel her breasts push against Samantha's smaller ones.

The redhead breaks first when Ophelia is on the cusp of being faint. She smiles, noticing the cherry flush to Ophelia's cheeks and swollen lips. She drags a thumb over those honeyed lips, her grin widening at the tiny whine that unconsciously comes from the panting woman.

"Was that good for you?" Samantha asks, voice like a caress.

"I could do that all night." Ophelia stares awestruck by the domme.

"Me too." Samantha giggles like a little girl, eyes bright. "But," Her tone changes yet the joyful light remains.

Leaning away, Ophelia immediately is on guard. A thousand different scenarios of what Samantha might say flood her mind. She feels inadequate thinking that maybe the kiss wasn't all that good for the older more experienced woman.

"Hey now, I see you spiraling." The hand cupping her cheek gently squeezes. "Come back to me, sweetheart."

Ophelia blinks, ashamed. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Not now, right now you're perfect." Samantha unwinds her arm from around Ophelia but rests it on the younger woman's hip. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Those happy endorphins in Ophelia's brain fizzle out. She straightens up as much as she can while in the other's lap. Lying is out of the question, Samantha will see right through her. "You were engaged 5 months ago." Ophelia bundles her hands in her lap. "I wanted to know, am I rebound?"

Surprised, Samantha drops her hand from Ophelia's face. "How did you find out?"

"Someone at work." She looks into Samantha's eyes which have become shrouded. The older woman instantly distanced herself from the conversation. "You didn't answer the question." Samantha exhales through her nose, face neutral but her eyes are angry. They hold a cold harshness to them. Ophelia breaks eye contact and leans back, going to stand. "Nevermind."

Hands grip her hips. "Stay." Samantha clears her throat when her voice comes out scratchy. "Stay right here, I'm trying to...trying to think."

"There's nothing to think about." Ophelia pushes off the redhead. She stands and takes a step back from the couch. "It's a yes or no question."

Red hair falls into Samantha's face. She stares down at her hands, the empty lap that seconds ago, Ophelia was straddling. "It really isn't." She breathes, "Ophelia you were a thorn in my side at first sight. You know this, we've talked about it. But then we became friends. You've always been my friend, but I was selfish and wanted more. I knowingly treated you like my submissive without your consent and you went along with it."

"I don't think-" Ophelia stops at the look Samantha gives her. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, effectively going silent.

"You can't be a rebound, could never even touch that line." Samantha stands but doesn't move closer to Ophelia. "You mean more to me than that, Ophelia. I want to control you. I want to use you. I want to please you. Sweetheart, I want to take you. Take you apart bit by bit. Spread you open so wide that I see every inch that you have to offer."

Ophelia trembles with need from her words. "But?"

"But nothing," Samantha extends a hand which Ophelia takes. She grabs a hold of Samantha's arm needing an anchor. Her mouth opens but words escape her. Nothing but a gasp. Samantha groans, lowering her hands and leaning her head on Ophelia's shoulder. "You don't know how many times I've thought about spreading you open on my tongue, about hearing you cry my name as you orgasm." Her lips whisper over her throat when Samantha leans back. She grasps Ophelia's hands, removing them from her arms. "I will worship you like you're my goddess, my queen, my everything. Show you pleasure you've never experienced. Until you can't stand it anymore, and then I will hold you in my arms, cherishing your every heartbeat."

Ophelia stares enthralled by Samantha's proclamation. It was profound. It caused heat to coil low in her belly and a fire to roar to life inside Ophelia's chest. Her heart is racing as wetness moistens between her legs, she feels as if she's about to burst with anticipation, her mouth dry, and her lungs unable to take a full breath.

Samantha completely lets go of Ophelia, stepping back multiple steps until 5 feet are between them. The redhead palms her mouth, staring at the door. "I apologize if my words made you uncomfortable." Samantha looks at her, contrite. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Why would you apologize for that?" Ophelia breathes fast, almost panting.

Samantha squeezes her fists. "Because Ophelia, you're different. Different from all the women I've dated."

They stare at each other. "How am I different?"

"You just are. You're a breath of fresh air, you're legitimately a genuine person which scares me. I haven't had someone who looks at me the way you do. Like you're looking at me right now." Samantha backs away from her when Ophelia tries to touch her.

Ophelia tilts her head, puzzled. The alcohol in her system is causing her brain to become muddled. "This is how I normally stare at you."

"Yes, I know. Your eyes are conveying what you can't put into words." The redhead wipes at her face, rubbing. "It drives me crazy. Because I know what that look is, what it means. But I know you don't."

Finally, Ophelia breaks. "We've only known each other for 2 months." She feels a well of emotion clawing up her throat. "I can't."

The older woman smiles, eyes longing. "I know you can't. That's why you're my submissive. So I can help you get there."

"And if I want more than to be your sub? If I want more of you, will you give me it?" Ophelia stares at the door, wanting to run. Because this entire conversation is making her heart clench with hope and fear. "Samantha, you said all of that but you're not saying what needs to be said. You're avoiding it."

"My sweet girl, I'm not avoiding it. I'm laying myself at your feet. You already have all of me." 

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