cw: original work, bdsm, f/f relationship, adultery
Wind swept the dark curls of Jamie’s hair as she cycled through the uneven streets of Hareburn. Her breath hitched as she cut the corner on Main street and headed up the hill towards the sports village. She was already late and her rucksack laden with skate gear didn’t help her move any faster.
Fuck, Jamie cursed under her breath as she halted at a red light. The late afternoon sun was low in the sky and there was a slight chill to the air, the kind that reminds you that the long summer days are coming to an end, and autumn will soon sweep in with full force.
Jamie’s heart pounded—not just from the hill.
The first scrim of the season was in less than an hour. The Hareburn Sirens vs. the Dover Vikings. Bodies slamming. Wheels screeching. Bruises blooming like violets on skin. She should’ve been focused on the game, running strategy in her head.
But all she could think about was her.
Jamie met Clara through roller derby. Clara had been with the Hareburn Sirens for a year before Jamie started, and was already a coach on the team. Jamie remembered watching Clara jam in a scrim. Swift and perceptive, Clara weaved through the walls of players with immaculate grace and determination, like a python slithering through the vines in a jungle. Mesmerising.
Clara became Jamie’s coach. She was stern and attentive, making Jamie do drills that made her muscles ache. But despite Clara’s clad iron approach to training, they became friends. Clara was the first real friend Jamie made after she and Ben moved to Hareburn two years ago. She was well-spoken and knowledgeable in politics, astronomy and science, someone finally smart enough to match Jamie’s perceptive wit.
That’s why Jamie hadn’t anticipated that her life would change forever on that one Sunday she went over to Clara’s to watch Clueless, but she was glad it did.
Cher had just made a fool of herself mispronouncing Spartacus, making Jamie splutter her coca cola all down her top.
“You should’ve seen it coming, really,” Clara said as she tossed her napkin.
“I like being surprised.” Jamie defended herself, desperately trying to get the brown stains off her white top. Clara who had already reclined back on the sofa was watching her with a knowing smile. “What?” Jamie asked.
“Have I ever told you how good your tits look in that top?” Clara said, gaze lazily fixated on Jamie’s chest.
A rush of heat spread through Jamie’s body. Jamie hadn’t worn a bra that day, she found them too tight and uncomfortable. She was aware that her nipples were stiff and poking through the thin fabric. “Thanks. They are now very cold.”
“Take your top off.” It was a command, straight out of the track.
Jamie turned to Clara. “What did you just say?”
“Take it off,” Clara repeated. “Or I will.”
Jamie’s mouth dried up. “You can’t be serious.”
But Clara was always serious. With a swing of her hips, she got up and approached Jamie. “Do not make me repeat myself.”
Jamie’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. A million thoughts were spinning through her head. If she did this, she will never be able to look at Clara the same way again and their friendship, the thing she cherished most, will be forever changed. A faint image of Ben also flashed through Jamie’s head, but it disappeared the moment Jamie met Clara’s dark gaze.
As if with a mind of their own, Jamie’s hands reached for her top and peeled it off, revealing her bare, perky breasts.
Clara’s face was that of a cat, feral and sinuous. She stared at her breasts, as if memorising each stretchmark and blemish. Jamie stepped forward, cupping her bare breasts in her hands. It was enough for Clara to punce. In an instant, her lips were on Jamie’s lips.
Jamie might have thought about this moment before, during practice drills when she’d catch Clara watching her with that deep, knowing smile, but she had never imaged that Clara’s lips would feel so soft yet playful.
Jamie melted into Clara’s embrace, allowing Clara’s hands to roam her body and touch her where no friend ever has.
“God, you have perfect breasts,” Clara whispered, stroking Jamie’s nipples, which were wrinkled into two stiff peaks.
Jamie let out a small whine, fingers trembling as they found the buckle on Clara’s belt.
Clara stopped her. “You know I have a dick, right?”
Jamie nodded. Of course, she knew. Clara had been open about being trans ever since they met. If the carefully lined up pride pins on Clara’s denim jacket hadn’t given it straight away the first day Jamie walked into the sports hall, their late night chats about life, their childhood, and the existence of the universe certainly did.
Jamie knew, and in that moment, she realised a part of her always wanted Clara. So, she proceeded to unbutton Clara’s trousers.
Clara’s cock was hard as Jamie stroked it. “I want it,” Jamie said. It was the surest she’d ever been about anything. With a smile, Clara stepped forward and planted a kiss on Jamie’s neck.
“I want it now,” Jamie whined.
“Patience,” Clara smirked, trailing her tongue over Jamie’s collarbone, hands cradling her breasts. A whimper escaped Jamie as Clara pinched her nipple between her fingers. “Please,” Jamie begged.
They made it to the sofa; the same place they had watched a film mere minutes before.
“I want to see you fully naked,” Clara said as she laid Jamie on the velvety cushions, hands tugging on the band of Jamie’s skirt. A command, not a request.
Hastily, Jamie kicked her skirt and panties off. Then she lay back down, allowing Clara to soak up in the sight of her. Clara’s eyes darted between Jamie’s breasts and her hips. “You are even sexier than I imagined,” she gasped as her lips once again flew to Jamie’s mouth.
Jamie parted her legs, letting Clara’s cock needily rub up her thigh.
“I’m not typically gentle,” Clara said. “I need to get you ready first.”
Jamie shook her head. “I don’t care. I want it now.”
Clara raised a brow, allowing Jamie the opportunity to change her mind. But when Jamie stood in silence, Clara said, “fine,” and guided herself inside Jamie.
Jamie stifled a groan as Clara entered her. Jamie’d had sex many times before and most have been fine at best. The guy would rock impatiently a couple of times before finishing with a fickle groan seconds later. If she was in luck, Jamie might get oral after to help her finish. Ben was better than most.
Slow and intent, Clara held Jamie’s hips as she entered her, moving deeper until all of her was buried inside Jamie. Chest heaving, Jamie forced herself to relax. Clara noticed her trembling hand and paused, holding the position. “I warned you this might feel different,” she said, caressing Jamie’s hip with her thumb. “You will get used to this eventually.”
Without awaiting a reply, Clara wrapped her hands around Jamie’s waist and began pumping. Jamie lolled her head back against the cushion, the feeling like nothing she’s felt before. Her body was blazing with each thrust. Never in a billion years would Jamie have expected Clara, her coach and friend, to be here, doing this to her.
“Those tits look even better when they bounce,” Clara groaned as she took one nipple in her mouth, eliciting a scream from Jamie.
Clara chuckled, “I’ve always wondered what you sound like when you are getting fucked.”
Jamie cast Clara a pleading glare. She was a mess—completely helpless, her body betraying her as it surrendered entirely to Clara’s touch. She would do anything Clara wanted, Jamie realised, and it was the most free she’d felt in years. Jamie closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy every second of this. But just as she got lost in the pleasure, she jolted up with a scream.
“There it is,” Clara grinned, her thumb stroking Jamie’s clit.
It was the kind of sensation that made Jamie’s hips shake. “Please,” she pleaded just as she felt herself peaking. But her pussy tightening around Clara’s cock only made Clara slow down.
“Not so fast,” Clara said, her thumb still glued to Jamie’s clit. “You will finish when I allow you to.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jamie muttered.
Clara grinned in satisfaction. She tweaked Jamie’s clit again, forcing out another whine. Clara held Jamie’s gaze as she stroked her clit, rhythmically at first, ensuring Jamie feels each caress. “You look beautiful when you clench around me,” she said.
“I-I’m not sure how much longer,” Jamie groaned, feeling herself give in.
“Look at me,” Clara begged, caressing Jamie’s clit as she fucked her. “Do not give in, just look at me.”
Jamie locked eyes with Clara who was flushed, long hair cascading over her breasts.
Clara flicked Jamie’s clit again, drawing out a moan. “That’s it, good girl,” Clara said as she rubbed her clit again, until Jamie’s own body was responding to each touch. Jamie jerked her hips into Clara, forcing her cock deeper inside her. “Perfect,” Clara purred. Jamie threw her head back and screamed as Clara flicked her clit one last time, climax washing over her.
“Do not move,” Clara commanded, holding Jamie’s hips in place as she pumped her tight, sensitive pussy until she also came inside her.
Clara collapsed on the sofa next to Jamie, cradling Jamie’s naked body. Jamie would be sore for several days to come, they both knew that even as they quietly got dressed and said goodnight.
The following week, after derby practice, Jamie stayed behind to help Clara tidy up. When they were done, Jamie dimmed the lights to the hall, stripped her top off and rubbed Clara’s cock between her breasts.
Two months later, Clara sneaked upstairs to check on Jamie after a dinner party Jamie and Ben had hosted for Clara and Rosie, her new partner.
“I can’t stand to look at you,” Jamie said through strained tears.
“Then don’t,” Clara smiled.
Clara fucked Jamie over the bedroom dresser that night. “Don’t even think about making a sound,” Clara warned Jamie as she entered her, Jamie’s hair twisted in her fist, her spine forced into a slender curve. Clara made Jamie hold the position the whole time she fucked her. Even when Jamie’s legs gave out and bruises started forming on her hips, Jamie remained in position, watching the white wall in front of her.
“Good girl,” Clara whispered in Jamie’s ear as she finished inside her. Jamie came so hard on Clara’s cock that night, she had to change her skirt and panties before going back down for dessert.
They never spoke about their arrangement. With the façade of friendship, their secret meetups continued and, when Clara announced that she was moving to Manchester, Jamie so much as shrugged and carried on with life.
They fucked on occasion, when Clara would come back to visit family and the derby team. Sometimes, they’d meet in the derby hall. Other times, it would be at Jamie’s house when Ben was out for work.
Clara stayed over at Jamie’s one night, per Ben’s invitation because he would be out of town and needed someone to keep Jamie company.
“Well, I’m glad you are still alive,” Clara said when they were finally alone. “You haven’t been answering any of my texts.”
“I’ve been busy,” Jamie muttered, avoiding her gaze.
“You know I don’t like it when you ignore my texts,” Clara said, irate.
But Jamie just stared at her, face blank, even if on the inside she was burning. “What are you going to do about it then?”
“You heard me, Clara,” Jamie said. “I’ve disobeyed you. Aren’t you going to do something about it?” Jamie’s gaze trailed down to the black leather belt on Clara’s jeans.
Clara noticed. “Hell, no,” she exclaimed. “You are not ready for this.”
“Why not,” Jamie spat. “You do it with Rosie all the time.”
“It’s different, Rosie was always into it.”
“How do you know I haven’t?” Jamie said, gaze dark.
For once Clara was in disbelief. Her firm gaze had softened into a mix of concern and confusion. She stared at Jamie, searching for signs of something, anything. “You really want this?” she finally asked.
“Okay,” Clara said, clearing her throat. “But I have rules.”
“If I’m going to punish you, I will decide how and when.”
Jamie nodded, knots forming in her stomach.
“You are to obey every command,” Clara continued. “And if you don’t, I will increase your punishment.”
Jamie swallowed. “I understand.”
Clara looked at her one last time, eyes soft and glassy. Then, composure sank back in and that cool dark gaze was once again facing Jamie. Clara reached for the buckle of her belt. “Take you panties off.”
Clumsily, Jamie reached for the band of her skirt.
“I said panties,” Clara said sternly. “That slutty skirt of yours stays on.”
Oh. Jamie hastily pulled down her panties and kicked them on the floor.
“I want you leaning over the table,” Clara said, pulling her belt out. “Legs parted, on your tiptoes.”
Jamie obeyed. She bent over and rested her elbows over the dining table, heart pounding in her chest. Clara came behind her pulled her skirt over her hips. For the first time ever, Jamie became aware of her vulnerability. The air was cold on her skin, and she knew without a doubt that Clara was staring at her ass and her shaved slit which was now glinting with her arousal.
“You can scream as much as you want,” Clara said, coiling her belt around her wrist. “But you are not to move unless I say so.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jamie said, voice trembling.
“I will be gentler than normal,” Clara said, stroking Jamie’s ass with her hand. “But if at any time you need me to stop, you must say so, okay?”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Good girl,” Clara said, and Jamie felt the floorboards creak as she took a step back.
“You do know you also have an awesome ass, right,” Clara asked, which made Jamie giggle but before she could reply, Clara lashed her belt and struck Jamie across her butt.
A sharp sting spread through Jamie’s ass. Jamie yelped in a mix of pain and surprise.
“I want to see how well you can handle 20,” Clara said as she flicked her wrist and struck Jamie again.
“Oh God,” Jamie cried. An incessant need to cover her butt rose up, but she resisted.
The third strike was even harder, taking Jamie’s breath away. But she remained still, focusing on the blue painted vase of flower in front of her.
Clara went harder with each strike. By the time Jamie took her tenth, her eyes were stinging with tears.
“You are doing so well,” Clara purred, pausing for short break.
A sob broke out of Jamie.
“Do you need me to stop,” Clara asked, walking around the table to meet Jamie’s gaze.
“No,” Jamie said, determined. “I want to face my punishment.”
A smile grew on Clara’s face. “Good,” she said and tightened the belt in her hand.
The sting that followed sent stars through Jamie’s eyes. In the midst of agony, Jamie forgot she was not to move and balled her hands into fists, which she pounded against the table as she moaned when the lashes kept coming.
There were only three strokes left when Clara paused again. “I want you to count them out loud and thank me for each one.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jamie said, trying to still her shaking legs. She knew she had moved from her original position, despite Clara not mentioning it.
Clara raised her arm and slashed the belt across Jamie’s red ass.
“One, thank you, ma’am,” Jamie cried. She tried to stifle the tears, but they came pouring out in full sobs. She was also aware of her clit, engorged and sensitive, poking through her slit.
“Two,” Jamie screeched as Clara went again. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You are doing good,” Clara said, half assured, as she struck her again.
There was no place on Jamie’s ass that wasn’t raw from the belt. Upon receiving her final lash, Jamie threw her head back and screamed. She collapsed on the table, body shaking, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you, ma’am”.
Poised, Clara walked over and cradled Jamie’s face. “It’s over,” she said as she kissed Jamie’s damp forehead. “No more, I promise.”
Jamie managed to meet her gaze “P-please fuck me.”
With a smile, Clara carried Jamie upstairs to the bedroom, where she stripped her clothes and lay her on the bed, on her side. It would have been too much for Jamie to rest on her back.
Clara entered Jamie from behind, holding one leg raised as she fucked her.
Jamie whimpered as Clara thrust harder..
“It will be sore for a couple of days,” Clara said, gently caressing the red stripes on Jamie’s ass. “I want you to get plenty of rest tonight, ok.”
Jamie nodded, closing her eyes, allowing Clara to caress her clit as she fucked her until she came.
Jamie arrived at the sports hall seven minutes past their agreed time. She threw her backpack on the floor and ran to the open closet, where Clara was sorting out the equipment for the match. Standing there in her old Hareburn uniform, Jamie felt a twinge of sadness at the days that no longer are.
“Hey,” Jamie said, standing by the door. “It’s been a while.”
Indeed it had been. Jamie hadn’t seen Clara since that night she lay in bed in bed with her, right after she had received the most agonising whipping of her life. Clara had woken up and left the following morning without saying goodbye.
Clara looked up, a flicker of surprise passing over her face before she smiled faintly. “Yeah,” she said, tossing a broken whistle in the bin. “You’re late.”
Jamie shrugged, stepping farther into the room. “Seven minutes isn’t a crime.”
Clara walked over and cradled Jamie’s face. “You look good,” she said.
Jamie nodded. “I miss you.”
Clara wrapped her arms around Jamie and threw her over the table. “I miss you too.” Her hands immediately began pulling down Jamie’s shorts.
“Not so fast,” Jamie stopped her and chuckled at the confusion on Clara’s face. “I want to service you first.” Jamie slipped a hand under the band of Clara’s trousers, where her hard cock was tenting out.
Clara gave a pleased smile. “Is that so?” She took her cock out and beckoned Jamie on her knees.
Jamie parted her thighs as she knelt on the floor. Stroking Clara’s cock, she licked her lips.
“Fuck,” Clara swore as she ran her fingers through Jamie’s hair.
Jamie rolled her tongue over the head before locking her lips over Clara girth. She bobbed her head as she sucked her cock, taking her deeper and deeper.
Clara’s face become flushed. “Who knew you were so good at eating cock,” she gasped.
Jamie simply batt her eyelashes, her mouth full of Clara’s length. Jamie ran her hands up Clara’s thighs, grasping her hips as she bobbed her head faster, welcoming more of her in her mouth until she bottomed out, face buried against Clara’s crotch.
“Stars,” Clara swore. “I’m going to explode.”
Jamie held her position, then withdrew and slammed back down again, taking all of Clara in her mouth. She could feel Clara nearing the end, and went faster, until she felt a painful tug on her hair.
“Not so fast,” Clara breathed as she forced Jamie’s head back. “I will be dammed if I don’t finish inside that pretty cunt of yours.”
And so, Jamie was thrown over the table, face flat on the old damp surface. Clara held her hands pinned against the table as she fucked her.
“Don’t make too many noises,” Clara warned as she slammed into her. “We don’t want anyone to find out what a god-damned whore you are.”
With a few hard thrusts, Clara exploded inside Jamie. She kissed the soft curve of Jamie’s neck as Jamie whimpered underneath her. Clara held her pinned in place for a few seconds after, enough to calm herself down.
“Damn that beautiful mouth of yours,” Clara whispered as she withdrew.
They heard footsteps outside.
“We took too long,” Jamie said, gathering her clothes off the floor.
“You didn’t finish,” Clara frowned, fixing her hair in place.
“It’s ok,” Jamie sighed, warmth still running through her body. “I don’t need to.”
“Yes, you do,” Clara groaned as she packed her bag of first air supplies. She walked over to Jamie and gave a long, hard kiss on the lips. “Tomorrow night, your house. We have unfinished business.”
Then she walked out leaving Jamie grinning on the table.
