ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ

the monster you created

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somvnysigns​:

the way tess’s voice works through her like honey – sweet and slow. each one of her nerve endings feels on fire. it’s impossible not to sink into her sub space when her mistress speaks to her. she’d been craving this like an addict. no one understands her like tess does. and she’s tried. she’s tried to move on and find someone else. but their touch always repulses her. they don’t paint her skin the same way. their touch doesn’t ignite a fire in her belly. tess calls her a good girl and suddenly the world makes sense. it snaps back into frame. “only mistress knows what i need.” it comes out soft and reverent, but she means it down to her core and she needs her to know. needs her to understand exactly how she feels. the pooling between her legs should be enough answer.

the touch to her bare skin makes her eyes flutter close. she knows what comes next. jamie will become tess’s masterpiece. a moan follows the pinch and slap. it’s like a shot of adrenaline to her system. it’s what she’s needed. head falls back before she snaps back to attention. “i’ll always be good for you. no matter what.” the name makes her nipples harden. her mistress always knows when to push her, to demand perfection from her best sub. “yes, mistress.” she bows her head before looking at her. her eyes settle on the sharp curve of her jaw. how she wishes to place soft kisses along the skin. she can’t get the way her cheek flush when jamie’s pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

shaking the thoughts out of her head, she makes eye contact, lips full and pouty. “i’ll be your good pain slut. if i disobey, i deserve the punishment.” a thrill runs her spine at the prospect. but she wouldn’t do it on purpose. she fights to be a good girl for tess at all times. walking towards the bed, she makes a show of it feeling her eyes on her the entire time. climbing on the bed, she arranges herself until she’s comfortable. scenes with her mistress are never a sprint, always a marathon. inhaling, she closes her eyes and readies herself. 

Tess couldn’t help but run her tongue over her lips as Jamie moved to the bed. Her desire to touch her hadn’t diminished an inch, but rather grew stronger with each passing moment, with each order promptly obeyed by the submissive. There was no one like Jamie. No one so eager to please, so willing to be used, and her few weeks alone in Rosewood were more than enough to reinforce that sentiment. As a Domme, it was always her duty to give her all in any given scene, but it was impossible to not feel encouraged to go the extra mile when she was in control of a submissive with whom she shared such a connection with. It wasn’t just a carnal need — though that was decidedly present as well — it was much deeper than that.

Once Jamie was settled in the position she ordered, Tess removed a single piece of her own clothing, a jacket that could impede her movements, her gaze firmly on the submissive the entire time. Placing a knee on the bed right between Jamie’s legs, Tess showed incredible restraint to not give in, and touch her partner where she wanted the most — instead, when she finally lowered herself, she placed her lips on the skin of the woman’s firm thigh, tongue darting just slightly before it was replaced with her teeth. Her left hand meanwhile, moved further north, scratching where her leg met her hip. Tess’ actions were carefully calculated, precise. She had no reason to rush the scene, finally having Jamie all for herself in complete privacy, and she would very well take advantage of that.

Tess continued to move upwards, tasting Jamie’s skin just a few inches apart every time. Every so often her eyes would look up, gauging for any reaction, any disobedience. As she climbed the submissive’s body, she also got more aggressive, licks being replaced by firmer bites, scratches turning into pinches, harsher slaps. Just as she was reaching Jamie’s navel — making sure she skipped the girl’s wetness completely — Tess became even more daring, closing her fist to swing a carefully placed punch on the front of the submissive’s leg. Her goal was very simple: to cover every inch of Jamie’s body with a different reminder of who owned it. Nobody else would know who left them but the two of them, but that was more than enough for Tess. Moving once again, she finally reached Jamie’s breasts, her fingers tortuously twisting a nipple as she leaned to whisper against her ear, “is this what you wanted? What you needed? Talk to your Mistress. Beg for me.”

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littlcxbambi​:

bambi shook her head, not excited for any sort of pain while having sex. “i just… not to shame but i don’t think i could ever enjoy someone hurting me.” she knew how naive and silly she was for not knowing what she had gotten herself into. she had always been the girl to easily get tricked, still somehow expecting the world to be a good place. “oh uh… no need to hide me in the closet.” she then giggled softly, shaking her head. “i just need to find someone then… i just… confidence is one thing i am severely lacking in.” 

“No shame taken,” Gayle let out an amused chuckle with her reply, “everyone has their own tastes. But counterpoint? It’s kinda hard to know what you really like and what you don’t until you start trying things out.” The blonde was quite possibly the worst person the other sub could be having that conversation with, being so desensitized when it comes to anything related to sex, kink or shame, but hey, at least she wasn’t some Dominant forcing themselves on her. “Suit yourself, kid, but the offer is on the table if you need it.” How helpful that would be, Gayle wasn’t sure, but it was the one way she knew how to help the girl. She took a quick glance up and down at her and shrugged, “no idea why, you’re kind of a hottie. Any guy would be dying for a night with that hot piece of ass. Trust me on this.”

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somvnysigns​:

heart hammering wildly inside her chest, jamie can’t do much more than watch tess. she unfurls slowly and it’s always so beautiful to watch. the shift is subtle. people who didn’t know her might not notice the way she shift from miss barton to mistress, but jamie does. jamie knows every single inch of her. almost better than she knows herself. excitement flutters in her belly as she stalks over to her. she turns her face up and allows her to admire. “it’s all for you, mistress. every inch of it.” her skin breaks out in goosebumps at the first touch. head falling back, jamie exhales and sinks into it. her fingers twitch with the need to touch and she forgets herself completely overwhelmed. her fingers brush against the bare skin of her arm as she whines. 

the cloud in her mind is all encompassing. instead of feeling distant and on edge, she feels like she’s drifting. it was important not to get lost so early on. not with tess, never with her. jamie shifts her face subtly to almost nuzzle into her – a little indulgence she allows herself. “i’m getting there. you always know exactly what i need.” she should hate how easily the lines blur for them. it shouldn’t work as flawlessly as it does. no other partner could understand. no relationship lasted because the jealousy always crept in. jamie didn’t blame them for leaving. she was intertwined with tess. she’s not sure anything could ever change that. 

blinking her eyes open slowly, jamie reluctantly takes a step back. she slowly strips off taking time to fold her clothes and leave them neatly piled. even though her hands shake with anticipation, she doesn’t want to leave a mess. it was expected of her to maintain perfection. clothes off, she stands up straight and looks back at tess, chest red and prickling. “see? your canvas is all free.” 

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Tess basked in every reaction Jamie gives her, every twitch, every noise. Her memory simply didn’t do justice to what it felt like to have her sub back under her control — and make no mistake, despite all the complexities in their relationship, all the questions both future and past, in this moment, Jamie was her sub, and she was her Domme. The marks she was about to cover the girl’s body with would only be further proof of it. “Of course I do. What kind of Mistress would I be if I didn’t know what my good girl needed?”

She watched Jamie undress with hunger in her eyes, her hand reaching for something to drink so she wouldn’t stop the sub midway through, so badly she wanted to continue to touch her. Every piece of clothing that came off was another proof that Jamie hadn’t seen anyone in her absence — not that she thought she would, knowing the sub as well as she did, but it admittedly felt good to know her suspicions were true. Tess took a large sip front her drink, before closing the distance between them once again, a smirk showing on her face at how organized Jamie was, even in a situation like this. 

“Beautiful,” was all the Domme had to say, grabbing the girl’s sides. She wanted to explore every inch of Jamie’s body, and she would in good time, but she made sure she took a moment to admire her the way she was now. Then her smirk turned malicious, and her right hand twisted as she gave Jamie the first pinch of the night, “but I know how to make it even better.” She followed it with a quick slap to where her skin was starting to redden, a warm up to what was going to come. “You’ll be a good pain slut for me, and lay on the bed. Your back will not stop touching the mattress no matter what I do to you. If you disobey me, you will be punished. Do you understand me?” 

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mccnphase​:

stevie didn’t like to wander. it showed a lack of direction and purpose. she liked to know where she was going and she liked to do it with confidence. unfortunately, if she wanted to do that she had to know where everything was, which required said wandering she so despised. she tried to look as nonchalant and bored as she could, eyes flicking from one thing to another as if she couldn’t care less when really she was making a mental note of everything. she knew there were darker parts to the manor that she wasn’t fully aware of or knew about. she hadn’t decided if she was going to explore those parts because she wasn’t sure that she would really need them, but it seemed as though her mindless wandering had made that decision for her.

she was treading in a much darker place, both literally and figuratively. mostly figuratively. she could feel the energy change when she passed into the area. she felt like maybe she shouldn’t be there. she was about to turn back when she noticed someone. she didn’t like to run away, so instead she continued forward. she smiled as he spoke. “lost? maybe. or maybe i’ve just found exactly what i was looking for,” she responded playfully, biting her lesser lip.

Adam should’ve been used to this by now, all these people who came and went through the dungeons looking for an adventure, something to distract them from the mundane and or hoping to find something they couldn’t in the upper levels of the mansion. He never did. Most often than not these people were nothing but a momentary distraction, something to take his attention away from his work when he most needed it. Occasionally these people were genuinely interested, sure, some of them asked for scenes, and some of these scenes were even satisfactory, but those were few and far between, and until he knew his new guests were worth his while, he couldn’t give them the benefit of the doubt.

He could, however, admit that the girl’s words and the playful biting of her lip were better indication than most gave him when they entered his dungeons. Still, Adam remained stoic, arms crossed as he raised an eyebrow, “and what exactly are you looking for?” It could be anything, really, from a place she could be willingly tortured to somewhere she could hide from another Dominant coming her way. Adam had only been there for a few weeks, but it felt like he had already seen everything. He pushed against the wall he was leaning against to take a couple of steps closer to where she stood, a hint of interest in his eyes, “Impress me.”

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somvnysigns​:

it doesn’t take much to get jamie to bend for tess. the woman always had an effect on her and this time is no different. her knees weaken and she wants so badly to just give in. the good girl weakens all her resolve and she finds herself sinking down in front of tess. it was only a matter of time anyway. the domme never uses those words unless it meant something. “always your good girl, mistress. even when you’re away.” she dares to lift her eyes, unable to look away. it felt so long all that time apart, that she drinks her in greedily. “you do? my skin always takes your marks so prettily. don’t you think?” she clenches and unclenches her jaw as a way to steady herself. it made it easier to think when she focuses on that.

the order makes her tighten up her posture. she inhales sharply. “i think it’s better that i don’t say. not exactly.” she swallows thickly. “i want to make up for lost time. i don’t feel centered. help me feel centered. please.” the last word comes out stronger than she thought possible, no edge or whine to it. “most of the time, yes. work always comes first. i haven’t forgotten. i’d never let you down. let your family down.” but this was a part of it, their back and forth. both of them needed this. at least, jamie told herself that. she swore sometimes she could feel it, but she refused to disillusion herself with lingering thoughts of the two of them together. “i think you’re good at entertainment. you should show me.” 

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Tess had had enough of waiting. It’d been far too song since she’d gotten to touch Jamie, and to have her there, once again in front of her, so obedient, so eager to be used... it was impossible to resist. Still without showing signs of rush, the Domme uncrossed her legs and got up front her seat and made her way to the submissive, firm hand grabbing the woman’s jaw to admire her face, her reactions. “Your skin is my favorite canvas,” Tess confessed, tilting Jamie’s head to expose her neck, the control she felt over the submissive’s body as natural as it had always been. Only a low hum left the Domme’s lips, and soon her lips were attached to where the girl’s collarbone met her neck, sucking harshly against her before seeking her teeth on her skin, just enough to leave a mark. hopefully only the first one of the night.

Free hand reached Jamie’s hip to pull her closer, her grip tight enough to show her force, to show she owned her. If it was claiming that the submissive wanted, that’s exactly what she would have. “Do you feel centered now?” Tess teased, a smirk forming against her skin. She had never intended for her relationship with an employee to have this kind of development, deep down she knew it was far from a good idea that it did, but she felt pulled towards Jamie, and she suspected she felt the same. It was stronger than either of them. “Take off your clothes for your Mistress. I want to see all of you,” she ordered, eager to see exactly what she had to work with after depriving herself of it for so long.

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lcmonkisses​:

Most nights, Eve would just sit behind the counter reading until her shift ended, or the store closed. That was mostly for when she was by herself and the store was almost completely dead. After at being at Rosewood for a few months, she was surprised it took her this long to finally hit a point of being so sexually frustrated that the had to please herself while at work. As long as no one found out, she would be fine and not have to deal with any teasing from co-workers or risk getting fired. 

Her hand continued to rub against her clit in slow, small circles as she moaned softly. All she expected was to cum in a couple of minutes and then get back to work until the store was officially closed. What she didn’t expect was to hear a deep voice speak up from behind her. Eve opened her eyes quickly, moving her hand to grab her skirt and cover herself. She moved quicker than she thought she could in order to turn around in the chair and look over the back of it to see the source of the voice she heard. 

Brown eyes scanned the man’s appearance, caramel colored eyes drifting to his crotch where his hand tried to cover the bulge in his pants. A bright red blush covered the submissive’s cheeks before she spoke. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t think…” Eve shook her head and swallowed hard. “No one usually comes in this late.” She got out of the chair, walking towards him and looked up at him. Of course, her mood hadn’t been killed completely, and she couldn’t help but admire the size difference between them. 

“I can get what you need. Just please don’t tell my boss I was…” Eve drifted off, her eyes slowly going back down to the outline of the man’s length through his pants, biting at her lip before forcing her gaze back up to his face.

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Even after all the stories he’d heard about Rosewood, about the hedonistic and sexual energy the place seemed to have, it was still more or less a shock to see it first hand. Tyrell felt lost for a moment, if he was completely honest, trying to figure out what was expected of him in that position. Should he walk out and leave the girl to finish what she started? Continue as if nothing had happened? Join her? He knew what what his body wanted, that’s for sure, but the world was rarely as simple as that.

“No, hey, it’s not your fault, these things happen all the time” he tried to make the situation a little less awkward or tense than it was, even if he wasn’t the best at it. “And to tell you the truth, it was the best thing I saw since I got here. Nothing can even compare,” he admitted with a playful chuckle. He’d mostly struck out since he got to Rosewood, and well, people have needs. He tried not to look at the girl, not think about what he saw or heard just a minute ago, but it was impossible, and soon he matched her blush with one of his own.

Tyrell was about to tell her not to worry, that he would never be the type of guy who would tell on her or anything of the sort when he noticed where her gaze was directed to, making him even more conscious of how hard he’d gotten after catching her. “Uh, sorry about that. Like I said, it was pretty hot...” he lets out another shy chuckle as he tries to adjust his erection, hopefully taking some of the uncomfortable pain away. “I should probably go take care of that...”

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somvnysigns​:

the answer makes her ears burn. she already knew the answer. it’s the reason she’s still her personal assistant after five years when other people can barely last a week. the barton’s expect perfection and jamie willingly gives it to tess, day in and day out. but hearing it makes her whole body warm. she’s needed this, not realizing how drained and uncomfortable she’s been feeling. “much better. i like hearing you saying it now and again.” chewing on her bottom lip, she looks away from tess not able to hold eye contact. it makes her fidget where she stands. she wants so badly to sink to her knees. but she won’t give in right away. her eyes flit up at the mention of her begging. she clears her throat. “i want you to bruise every inch of me so i’m completely claimed by you, but i don’t know if that’s being too greedy. i like when i can’t sit the next day. i like when you can’t keep your eyes off me because you know.” 

she sharply inhales, practically seeing the wheels turning in tess’s head. “you have no idea what i exactly want.” she says it softly, eyes never leaving her face now. the tension’s thick in the air – food and coffee now forgotten. tess rolls past her quiet admission. it’s on purpose, jamie knows that. she knows that it’s made an impression. or rather, she hopes that it does. the thought of her with another submissive makes her blood boil. she feels like being petulant, but then her boss straightens up and it doesn’t matter. not in the moment. “you can’t juggle both? fun and business?” her body immediately reacts, shoulder slumping and head dropping. “i’d like very much to add it to our list. i should be the one that explores it with you anyway.” 

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Her training as a Dominant told her to dismiss needy submissives, to not give in when they begged for her attention, and more often than not, Tess followed those rules without question, but things were different when it came to Jamie. She appreciated the work she did for her in all the years (among other things), and to say yes to such a simple request felt like the very least she could do in return, “I know you do,” Tess noticed the effect the words had on Jamie and decided to press on, encouraged by being in her presence after an uncharacteristically long time apart, “but you shouldn’t forget it. you are my favorite ...and my good girl.” Hearing what the submissive wanted Tess to do with her was exhilarating. The Domme herself had been daydreaming about that for many days before Jamie joined her in Rosewood, but it never felt right to bring it up during their conversations over the phone. Now, it was all on the table. “It isn’t greedy,” she replied calmly, even if she was anything but inside when she confessed, “I want exactly the same.”

Tess’ eyebrow perked at the submissive’s response, “don’t I? Then enlighten me.” Her tone was well known between the two; an order. The mood of the night had shifted completely, and as any good Dominant would, she was going to take full control of the situation. Jamie could resist and challenge her all she wanted, of course, but end result would likely be the same regardless if Tess had any say in it. “Maybe I could find a way to balance it, but you know me far too well. I don’t play while there’s work to be done ...most of the time.” Nights like that one, when the tension between the two was as clear as it could possibly be, were a noted exception. Tess didn’t quite see those nights with Jamie as play, however, but rather an extension of their relationship. “Very well,” she agrees with a smirk on her face, “we’ll find time to do it. In the meantime, I’m afraid we’ll have to find our entertainment inside these four walls.”

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cvrnals​:

THE OTHERS    company was valued; as was advice. taara appreciated somehow straight forward. when often her world is seemingly consumed with snakes and wolves in sheeps skin there was a resounding truth admitting from the other she’d cling to. 

SHE LIFTS     herself further upwards in attention, intrigued. “ yes. ” she admits knowing tess probably wouldn’t need much more of an explanation. 

HER DARK   full brows pull together, forehead creasing and wrinkles of wear and tear present. a hand lifts to rub at her temple another sigh exhaled. “ i will always value your insight tess. ” she replies, at the very least friendly with the other. “ do you need time away, too? i can take you with me to the city. until its better for us to return. ” she offers openly, leaning forward and coming to grab the others hand. she tangles their fingers admiring the contrast of color before finding the others gaze. “ you’ll always have a place with me tess. ”

It was a refreshing change of pace to be around other powerful Dominant women in a place like Rosewood, instead of the hyper aggressive men or the meek submissives. They had a way of understanding one another that others simply didn’t get, shared history and expectations. All it took was a word and perhaps a glance and they could communicate with one another without any major issues. “Of course, it’s what I’m here for,” she offered a casual smile and a nod of understanding.

“I think it might be best for us to stay put,” Tess answered after taking a moment to think about her choices. Truthfully, she could use a break from the estate, even if it’s nothing but a weekend in London, but it simply wasn’t the best course of action for either of them. “People will be looking for culprits. I’m afraid leaving, even if only temporarily, will only serve to add a target to our backs.” She acknowledged the proximity between them as well as Taara’s offer by squeezing the other’s for a moment before continuing. “I think we should stay, and be careful. Let’s not give anyone any reason to look into our businesses.”

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somvnysigns​:

she’s missed this, missed her. it was nice having some free time when tess first left. she picked up her camera again after what felt like so long. but the back and forth, the ease between them, nothing could compare. she was feeling on edge. it felt too long since she’d been touched. “am i the best submissive you know?” jamie asks it far too quickly, but she’s desperate for it now. in a way that makes her feel off kilter. tess has a way of undoing her without even touching her. fingers curling into her palm, she exhales. “what are the other things?” her heart kicks up against her ribcage as her eyes refuse to move from her boss. “i’ve missed you hurting me. i feel a little empty without it.” it’s the closest she’ll go in the form of a confession. she won’t push past this. they flirt with the line, neither of them brave enough to step over. 

“if i know what’s good for me? what? you’ll have to cover them with your own marks?” the excitement thrums through her at the prospect. she likes pushing tess like this – when they waver between jealousy and possessiveness. her next statement hits her like a sack of bricks. she knows logically that she would have explored. how could she not? yet the prickle up her spine makes her set her jaw, teeth clenching tightly. “more than you could possibly imagine. but it’s not my place to take a stance on anything you do. you deserve to have fun just like as i am.” her tone comes out as even as she can muster. “are you offering to show me the dungeons or should i seek those out on my own, mistress?” the title rolls of her tongue easy enough, another way to tease.

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Tess let out a soft chuckle and shook her head when Jamie was so fast to ask the question. It was silly, really. There was no one she trusted more to organize her life, to take care of what she couldn’t, than Jamie. It wasn’t a question whether she was the best submissive she knew, and she felt that by now, Jamie wouldn’t need to ask anymore. Still she answered promptly, “You are the best submissive I know. Better?” Tess asked, resisting an urge to get out of her seat and take hold of the girl while she spoke. The tension was decidedly rising in the air; it was becoming rather obvious that it was only a matter of time before they had their hands all over one another, but the Domme was patient enough. Besides, she loved to watch a submissive squirm. “Your moans, your whimpers, how you beg for more...” her tone was casual, but the look in her eyes was intense. She knew exactly what Jamie was talking about — she was covered enough that Tess couldn’t take a look at much of her skin, but the very thought of not having an effect on it bothered her deeply. “We can always make up for lost time, if that’s what you want. All you have to do is tell me how you want me to hurt you.”

“And give you exactly what you want? I think not.” No, Tess was more creative than that. Another type of punishment would likely be involved, one that tortured Jamie for betraying her, at the same time making it impossible for her to see anyone else in Rosewood. She hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that. There were many things Tess could or should say to Jamie after her reply, but the Domme simply didn’t have the emotional maturity to do it. The submissive didn’t want her spending time with anyone else. That meant something, and she knew it. But as she often did, she chose to ignore that completely. It was much easier than dealing with it. “You’re right about that. But in any case, I don’t foresee a lot of fun in my future here. There’s still plenty of work to do.” That was an easy way out of any complication. Cheap maybe, but effective. The word Jamie chose to call her was more than effective, and as soon as it left the submissive’s lips, Tess was straightening her back, crossing her legs, basking on the power she felt from it. “I think it is something we should add to our list. Don’t you?”

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laluxures​:

AUGUSTIN ALWAYS FELT the need to keep himself entertained as the days passed with the residents of rosewood manner. the frenchman had grown to know many of the guests and residents intimately, and that number continuously grew, just as it did in france before he relocated. he didn’t always enjoy going to those he frequently spent his free time with, either, but besides that, he was currently working, waiting for the next visitor to come knocking at his door. 

in the dungeons, augustin was keeping himself busy with other things: anything to pass the time as he remained in the dwelling. a bit of surprise ran through his body when he felt light fingers upon his shoulders, but he responded with a smirk when he heard the sweet voice, not disappointed by the figure who it belonged to. turning to face the girl, the smirk remained upon his expression as he looked down to her, his eyes glancing over her presence. “i can help you with whatever you’d like, just tell me what you want, ma beauté.”

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The more Gayle thought about it, the more she realized this was... new. At least in Rosewood, she wasn’t the one to seek out guys and ask for what she wanted. Because of her job, she never had the opportunity. Most of the time she didn’t even have to try to get someone to spend time with her, because people were always walking through the door no matter what. This was exciting, and Gayle was more than ready to take full advantage. He was cute, she had time to kill, what was there to lose?

“Oh, you’re classy, I like it,” she grinned, leaving his side to hop on a table near him, not really minding that her short skirt might expose her legs. Life was all about the teasing, anyway. “You know, I’ve been living in this place for a few years now and I've never seen a dungeon master at work,” Gayle explained in a cheery tone as she looked around the Dom’s workplace. She’d seen every inch of Rosewood before, but it never failed to look amazing regardless. “So I was in my room all by my lonesome, and I thought why not try it out by myself?” It was... more or less an accurate story, which was more than people usually got from her. “So do you think you could squeeze me in in your schedule by any chance? I can get on my knees and say please if you want.”

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somvnysigns​:

tess doesn’t rise to her baiting. at least not completely. it’s a back and forth. jamie’s missed this. she’s missed how easily they slip into it when no one else is around. she’s not miss barton at the moment. she’s tess, her boss, and sometimes domme who knows how to perfectly get under her skin. “you can just say not every submissive is me. i much prefer when you say something like that. not just some general sub with barton training.” it comes out a little sharper than usual, but she doesn’t like being lumped in with the general public. not to tess. “you have nothing to worry about. i’ll make sure you’re taken care of from now on.” the preening comes back full force. she can’t help the way it makes her stand a little straighter, smile begging to be displayed full force. “what do you miss me saying then?” 

she can tell she’s hit the nail on the head. even though her words sound neutral, jamie can tell she’s not trying to rise to the bait. “can i?” she lifts a hand to her neck, fingers trailing down the skin. “what about right here? do i have to even bother with hiding them here? or is it just expected?” an eyebrow lifts as she tilts her head, curiosity getting the better of her. “waste of time? have you been wasting your time?” she pauses, voice dipping. “what do you deem more interesting to explore?” 

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Tess had missed getting under Jamie’s skin much more than she imagined she would when she first left for Rosewood. It was more than just the familiarity the submissive offered; the bond the two of them had developed over the years of spending so much time together only grew stronger. Something was always missing when Jamie wasn’t around. “I thought that was implicit, dear,” she replied simply with a casual shrug, “but if you want me to say you are the best submissive I know, you can always just ask me.” The two of them threaded a sometimes blurred line between professional and intimate relationship that got complicated and filled with tension more often than either of them ever admitted out loud, Tess were more or less used to navigating it by now, but it was often a delicate dance between the two to get to where they both wanted to be. At her question, the Domme turned fully towards the submissive, forgetting about both food and work for a moment. “Among other things? You, asking me to hurt you.”

She hates how much of an easy mark she could be when it came to Jamie. The submissive knew what made her tick more than any other woman she’d ever met, likely thanks to all the knowledge she had accumulated over the years of working for her. It was frustrating more often than not — in the best way. “What you choose to do in your free time is your own business ...but you’d be wise to hide any marks from me if you know what’s good for you.” That was another blurred line, between jealousy and the understanding Jamie was a free woman. That one Tess had a much more difficult time threading. “I may have wasted my time once or twice since I got here. Why? Does that bother you?” It was her time to fish for another possessive reaction, perhaps motivated by revenge after Jamie’s latest tease. But she wasn’t lying. “Well, the gardens are beautiful, as is the forest just outside...” she was reminded of the secret hot springs, but it didn’t feel right to share that with Jamie, “and the dungeons, of course. I haven’t been, but they’re so supposed to be magnificent.”

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llghttouch​:

 The place was a lot more open with things that most were doing behind closed doors bu that was the alluring part of the manor. Anything and everything goes. Dungeon scenes to his type of music, well… she tried not to judge. His statements only causing a twist on her lips, the contessa finding it amusing his quick responses. “Si, io sono ridicolo.” Muttering the Italian words with a slow nod, momentarily wondering if she should simply leave before any sarcastic response slipped out. 

  “Kansas? Interesting choices – just your taste or looking to torture your sub in all areas?” Brows lifting in his direction as her question came out. She felt like she personally wouldn’t care much over the music but if it didn’t go with the flow perhaps it’d put off the mood. For an odd reason Electra kept imaging she’d prefer something with a good bass in this place. “Oh yes, I haven’t taken part personally but I imagine it’s particularly entertaining for those involved.”

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Adam scoffed at her comment, quick to dismiss her any opinion she might have. As far he was concerned, nobody at the estate knew as much as he did about BDSM dungeons or music choices. Not only he had the years of experience behind him, nobody was as passionate as he was on either field. “You mean more torturous than forcing someone to listen to late eighties pop music?” He replied back with a raise of his eyebrow. “But as a matter of fact, yes, I am looking to torture my subs. It’s the whole point of this place. Shocking how that works.”

Of course she didn’t have any experience with dungeons. It made her opinions hold even less weight to Adam, if that was possible. “Entertaining doesn’t do it justice to what happens in this walls,” he corrected her, always the dramatic, “it’s the most visceral experience anyone could ever go through. Everyone always comes back for more.” That was a slight exaggeration on his part; not what it felt like, Adam spoke from his heart whenever he talked about RACK play and dungeons, but about people coming back. Some people couldn’t handle the intensity more than once or twice from his experience. “You probably couldn’t handle it.”

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somvnysigns​:

the statement is enough to make jamie preen. it’s one of the ways tess gives compliments and she’ll take them in any form. her expression immediately sours at the mention of the other submissives. she tuts. “i’m surprised you’ve made due. all i can say without sounding haughty is they should probably invest in better training. it’s actually sad.” she gives a fake pout before straightening up. licking her lips, she clears her throat. her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink at the implications. alone in tess’s room allowed for the back and forth. “i love being poked when it comes from you. but did you really need me to say it? or have you missed hearing it? have you been that deprived?” jamie hopes the jealousy doesn’t color her words when she says it. it takes all she has to try and remain neutral. at the thanks, she softens. “anything for you, boss.” 

the look doesn’t go unnoticed. in fact, it makes her want to poke and prod. it makes her want to unravel tess in the worst way possible. even with work looming over their heads, she can’t help herself. “what? you don’t want to see me marked up at the hands of another dominant?” she keeps her tone jovial, even though her mouth goes dry. “coffee it is.” she turns towards the machine tucked in the corner – strong just as they both prefer. 

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The hint of jealousy that Tess got from Jamie’s reaction was nothing short of delicious, a welcome reminder of the effect she had on the submissive. She thought for a moment about twisting the knife, just to watch how she would react, but she’d have plenty of time to do that in the future. “I’ve said that myself many times since I got here, trust me. Sadly, not every submissive can have the Barton training. But it’s nothing I should have to worry about for the moment.” Sometimes Tess still had trouble understanding how the two of them got to their current dynamic, but it was exceptionally natural for them to continue to tease one another back and forth. Jamie perhaps was the only woman on Earth who had that kind of freedom with her, at the same time allowing the same freedom in return. “Deprived is not the word I would use, but I did miss you saying it. I missed you saying all sorts of things, actually, but we’ll get there eventually,” she finished with a smirk.

Jamie’s words made her Tess want to get out of her seat immediately to show the submissive exactly what kind of marks she was allowed to have on her body, but she knew the girl’s game far too well for that. Instead, she hummed in return, seemingly distracted by the food in front of her. “It’s your body, love, you can be marked by anyone you see fit,” Tess harshly disagreed with her own words, but they were necessary if she didn’t want to give in so easily to the teasing. Undoubtedly Jamie had more in her than that. “If that’s how you want to waste your time in this place, of course. There are much more interesting things to be explored in a place like this.”

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littlcxbambi​:

she couldn’t help but tense up more as his gaze stayed locked on her. she took a few steps back towards the door she came in, contemplating just running out. but another small voice in the back of her mind made her think about potentially being punished for that. so there she stood, frozen in her tracks. 

“i… i know that now sir… i’m sorry.” she murmured quickly, stumbling over her words. her eyes dropped to the knife in her hand, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to escape. “i… i don’t want to get hurt sir….” she managed to squeak out, her eyebrows scrunched together as he tilted her chin up, knowing that now he could see the tears in her eyes.

Adam tried to keep a straight face for as long as he could, but he couldn’t help himself when he noticed the tears, letting out a laughter and dramatically dropping the knife to his feet, hands holding up to show he wasn’t a threat, at least not in that moment. It was fun to terrorize subs who wandered into his dungeon, but he didn’t go further than that if they didn’t want him to.

“Nobody’s hurting you, sweetie,” he said in a sarcastic tone — he wouldn’t hurt her, but he could still have his mild entertainment. “Just be careful. Not every Dominant here is as nice as I am.” That actually wasn’t a lie, as much as it impressed him to admit it. Adam was ready to agree with anyone who called him an asshole, but there was much worse around. “You’re free to go if you want. You’ll be safe if you take the same way you came here. Or you can stay and play a little if you’re not already pissing your pants.”

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somvnysigns​:

the light tease does nothing to ruffle her feathers. jamie lifts an eyebrow as she leans against the desk. if she strays too far, tess will lose herself to another twenty minutes of work at least – rendering the hot food practically useless. “to keep you fed and watered as if you were a house plant. we both know i’m here because you missed me above all else.” she gives her a smirk, a tease of her own. her boss is one of the most capable women in the entire world. but she still needs someone to worry about her. god knows the submissives at this place were lackluster at best. she keeps that too herself as she uncaps a water bottle and takes a well deserved sip. “a full report means you won’t be getting rid of me. i’d prefer not being poked several times throughout the night if i could just sidestep all that.” a report from cordelia makes her set her jaw. no rest for the wicked.

she watches tess eat as she hovers close by in case she requests anything else. “i’ve gotten lost no less than five times already. am i allowed to enjoy myself or am i here strictly to work?” it’s an innocent question, at least on the surface. but she’s mildly curious about rosewood. if the barton’s were going to destroy the place, might as well milk it for all it’s worth. “do you want a coffee? i’ll put on a pot.” 

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Not many people talked to Tess the way Jamie just did and didn’t have to sit through a punishment after, but the two of them had enough history together for the sub to have that kind of special freedom. Tess barely took notice of it. She thought about giving Jamie another tease in return, but instead she turned to look at the girl and nodded, “I did, yes. In fact, I should’ve brought you sooner. Sometimes it feels like there is not a single competent submissive in this entire estate.” That was an exaggeration, obviously. She’d meet two of three submissives that interested her, but none of them could compete with the familiarity and skills Jamie had to offer. For example, anyone else would likely be out the door the minute Tess ordered them to leave. Yet, Jamie still remained. “Since when you don’t like being poked, dear?” the Domme raised a playful eyebrow before taking a bite of her food, the best she’d eaten in days. “And thank you.”

There’s an undeniable look of judgement in Tess’ face when the sub asked about  enjoying the estate — an hypocritical one, too. She’d enjoyed some of it herself before Jamie got there, but she couldn’t help feel a bit of possessiveness towards the girl. “Work is our priority, as it would be in any other place. ...but play is allowed, if you must. Just don’t overdo it.” Part of her wished she could deny any other pleasure for Jamie, to forbid her from enjoying Rosewood in any way, but she could not. And in any case, it wasn’t like Tess couldn’t stop her from having fun if she really wanted to, anyway. “Coffee might be a good idea, yes. I don’t imagine any of us will be getting any sleep before sunrise.”

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sweetscduction​:

He jiggled the doorknob one more time, slamming a fist into the hard wood before her voice startled him to alertness. Edward first used the hinge of the doorframe to right himself before coming to his full height and looking down at the blonde woman in front of him. He looked disdainfully at the plant she gestured to, “I would think in a place like this, hiding in a supply closet for sex would be unnecessary, can’t say I’ve had that particular fantasy.”

He smoothed out the lapels of his silk blazer, trying to will his drunken state away. “But yes, clearly, I am in need of help. These bloody doors all look the same.” Another slam of his fist against the door. Edward’s gaze trailed down her body, making no point to hide his action. He recognized her as one of the many subs crawling around the place, so without a second thought, he gave a command. “My room is the third suite on the top floor. Bring me to it and maybe we can talk about that…” he paused, contemptuously, “’quickie’ for your trouble.” 

Unused to being disobeyed, he took a step in what he believed to be the right direction, staggering slightly to the side. 

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Gayle let out a chuckle and nodded, thoroughly amused by the man in front of her, “I feel the same, but after a while, you kinda learn not to judge people here. People have all kinds of weird kinks, man.” It was a fun side effect of being a sex worker — you get to know exactly what made people tick, and what made people cum, especially in Rosewood where shame was so often left in the front door. She’d definitely seen much weirder than ‘supply closet sex’ and for that, she was thankful.

“Sure thing, boss,” the sub agreed without a second thought, far too used to taking orders in that mansion. For a moment she wondered if she should help him walk straight, but ultimately deciding against it — he didn’t feel like the type of Dom who would appreciate that sort of thing. So she just walked next to him to show him the way. “It’s not that far, actually, you just missed it by a floor,” she shrugged, knowing exactly how confusing that place was when you just arrived. Lucky for them, after all the time she’d spent in Rosewood, she knew the estate like the back of her hand. “The quickie’s not necessary if you don’t want Sir, I’d gladly take some of what you just had instead,” she grinned playfully, “but... if you think you can handle me, I’m down.”