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Shadowheart knew from a young age that she had a bit of a temper. She'd been called mean. Snide. Scathing might have been her favorite, even though it wasn't as commonly used. Bitch seemed to be the favorite of those who encountered her.
The boyfriends shed had throughout the years would smile. When she got mean they'd lean close and say "It's kind of hot to see a woman lose her temper " but suddenly they hated her when that temper was turned on them.
"You'll die alone," one had said when he left.
Of course, that didn't stop her.
One after another they left. Shadowheart kept allowing them the time of day mostly out of boredom. To be honest with herself, it was entertaining. Maybe if she had allowed some other emotion than guarded to filter through her brain she'd wish one of them would have the balls to stay. To shut her down.
She had yet to meet anyone willing to stand up to her. (Not that she's intimidating, it's just. . .doesn't anyone ever stand up for themselves ?)
A few times she caused a scene.
"Don't you think you could stand to be a little nicer?" The man said, watching the two women she'd just argued with walk away, his hand hovering over the small of her back cautiously.
"Couldn't you stand to have more of a backbone?" Shadowheart snapped, crossing her arms and stepping away from his cautiously hovering presence.
She hated the hesitation in his eyes. The worry. Concern. It bothered her to no end.
Look me in the eyes, damn you. Tell me to stop . Make me stop.
"Woah, take it easy, I didn't do anything." He'd put his hands up and stepped back like he was placating a scared animal.
"That's the point," she snarled as she walked away.
Him following her almost pissed her off more than him not standing up for something.
When she finds a woman with sass and a flirty smile, Shadowheart thinks her outlook is going to change. They have a few dates (these dates pass without one of Shadowhearts incidents so she thinks that's why they went well) and it doesn't take long for them to fall into a bed.
That part is a usual occurrence, anyway. The whole point of dating is finding someone to fill the empty space of your bed, right?
It lasts a while.
The woman has these dark glistening eyes that always tempt something bad. They drink. They party, they barhop. The whole thing.
Shadowheart starts a few bar fights but doesn't get involved in them. Drunkenly, her lover spurns her on and kisses her in the alley, high off the escape.
It's perfect. They indulge far too often, to the point that it all becomes a problem.
She gets sober. Shadowheart doesn't. She goes to therapy. Shadowheart goes back to a bar.
"You're just a walking red flag, did you know that?" She snapped at her, ripping clothes off of coat hangers and shoving them in her bag, glaring at Shadowheart everytime she gets the chance. "You're a terrible person."
The line was meant to hurt. To dig deep with a knife and twist.
Shadowheart lights a cigarette, nothing but her button up shirt and a pair of lace underwear on. Skin dappled with red bruises and lipstick. Her lover isn't so disheveled, T-shirt wrinkled and half tucked into a pair of slacks. Obviously this was a spur of the minute decision to leave her.
"I'm well aware, as are you," Shadowheart drawls lightly. She exhales the smoke, propping her elbow into the back of her hand wrapped around her stomach. Shadowheart watches her frantically pull her things together and idly wonder when so much of her stuff came into her apartment. "That wasn't a problem before."
A scathing look is sent her way, and it's almost cute.
Shadowheart would've done better, if she were breaking up with someone.
Matter of fact, she has. She's caught sight of herself in the mirror as she tears someone apart during a breakup, seeing the sharpness and anger in her eyes raw and throbbing with life. Or is it a lack of life that really makes her scathing looks burn?
It doesn't matter.
"I got sober, that's why it wasn't a problem before," she snaps, stepping into shoes.
Shadowheart simply shrugs and moves behind the kitchen counter, set up in a half curve with barstools tucked beneath it. She fixed herself a drink, keeping the cigarette in the corner of her mouth as she does.
"That's your problem, not mine," she points out.
With how much she's had to drink she should feel well beyond drunk , but she barely feels a buzz. That's what started this whole argument, when Shadowheart had plucked a bottle of vodka from under the bed after sex and drank from it. She didn't like that.
"It should be your problem, Shadowheart. Keep going like this and you're either going to kill yourself or someone else will get tired of you and do it for you." The now ex -lover storms up to her and pressed her apartment key to her chest. Shadowheart looks down at her hand and then up at her with a raised eyebrow, pulling the cigarette from her mouth.
"Goodbye," she says easily, a lilt to her tone that sounds mocking.
"Go fuck yourself," she snarls, changing tactics she drops the key in her drink and turns on her heel. "I won't be surprised if you end up dead in an alley. Pull your shit together, would you?" She says as she slams the apartment door.
Shadowheart stares down at the key in her glass, swirls it around and then takes a drink. She sets the empty glass on the counter and pulls the key from between her lips, looking at it in the moonlit apartment.
"Too bad," she muses herself, "I haven't even come yet." Shadowheart sets the glass on the counter and turns to lean the small of her back against it, sliding her hand into her underwear.
She groans as she drops her head back, grinning as she finally feels the tingling buzz tempt at her fingertips and toes.
"I don't need to get my shit together," she says to no one, hips jerking against her own hand. "I'm doing fine. "
The fact that she says this to an empty room alerts her that maybe she's not, but it doesn't stop her.
She doesn't stop the bars and the instigating and the smoking. It's the perfectness of her own bad decisions that leads her to a seedy bar on a Saturday night, into the loud rock music in a pant suit that doesn't deserve to see a place like this. It's one of those bars where the second she walks in she knows someone's either about to get into a fight or just has.
It's been eleven and a half hours of work on a Saturday and she wants some entertainment. Something to do. Cruel, isn't it? That making people fight for no reason is just something to do.
Shadowhearts egging on a man about a spilled drink, talking him up.
" Can you believe these people? Nobody has manners these days."
" It's like the world revolves only around each individual, not all of us together. Fucking assholes, man."
"You should do something. That looks like an expensive suit. Someone needs to put those people in their place. You look like you could."
"You're right. Hey, buddy, you could at least offer to buy me a drink!"
"Hey fuck off, Its a crowded bar I didn't even see you!"
"Maybe pay better attention!"
"Fuck off, take your privilege somewhere else."
"You know what?"
It is however, the first time she gets caught in her instigation.
She's watching the men get escorted out of the bar, the owner-she assumes that's who it is-talking between them to understand what happened. Shadowheart smirks into her drink as she takes a long pull of it and a hand sets lightly on her shoulder.
"Come on, you're done." The low, raspy voice that follows the hand isn't what she expected. Shadowheart turns around to set eyes on a lean woman with pointed ears and observative eyes. The various neon signs of the bar and the lasers make it hard to see much else about her. "Out," she says with a nod towards the door.
"I don't know what you think happened but I didn't hit anyone," Shadowheart says easily. It's true.
"I saw you prompting the man to start a fight. We don't allow that here."
That's when Shadowheart notices the black shirt tucked into black jeans. The bars name is in the corner of the front of the shirt and she bets Bouncer is labeled across the back of it. Lean was the proper term for the woman, but Shadowheart can see the ease of her motions as she shifts on her feet-maybe corralling Shadowheart into a smaller area of movement so she can't do anything-and she sees the hard lines of her shoulders.
"Manners don't exist anymore, all I did was say that he should correct that. I didn't do anything," she says sharply. Her rudeness has always started a good fight before and hell, she's finally got a buzz going. Why not get in her first fist fight with a bouncer tonight?
"You did plenty. Get out," the bouncer says again. She looks impatient now, her jaw hardened and her eyes piercing.
Shadowheart doesn't know why, but she feels compelled to poke and prod at this woman.
"I'm a paying customer and I didn't get in any fight. I'm staying, unless you'd like to throw me out and get handed an assault case, I'm not going anywhere," she says arrogantly.
Being a lawyer means she knows those rules all too well.
"Aiding and abetting, ever heard of it? You're guilty. Up. I will not ask nicely again," the bouncer says. Her eyes have narrowed and her shoulders have tightened.
It should've been a sign, but Shadowheart was too busy riding too many highs.
"As if you could do anything to me anyway," Shadowheart scoffs. She looks the bouncer up and down, noting that they were the same height. The bouncer might have a few pounds of muscle on her but she certainly didn't look capable of carrying her out of here. "Where'd they hire you from? The daycare?" Shadowheart scoffs into their shared space and turns away, grabbing her glass. "Really, what do they expect you to do if there's an actual problem? Are you here as a diversity hire? They're quite common these days aren't they? Have you ever even been in a fight before?"
The bouncer grabs the drink and slams it on the bar top. Shadowheart has barely turned back to her and there's a hand around the back of her neck, squeezing and yanking her around. Shadowhearts muscles lock up and she doesn't know what to do, surprise making her follow the bouncers motion-well, that and the hand around the back of her neck-and she's being led forcefully out of the bar.
When the cool air hits her skin and a car honks down the street the strange thrill in Shadowhearts stomach fades and she grabs for the woman's arm holding her.
"Let go of me! You can't handle me like I'm some dog!" Shadowheart latches onto her hand, trying to peel her fingers off her one by one but the bouncer digs her fingers into her skin and oh there's a different thrill humming under her skin.
"I asked you three times to leave and you did not. I'm allowed to use force after that," the bouncer replies clinically.
When she lets Shadowheart go on the sidewalk Shadowheart can only stare at her with wide eyes as she realizes she's fucking turned on by the woman's roughness. The bouncer is staring at her like she's gum on her shoe and chills race down her back.
"Not legally," Shadowheart snaps. She doesn't give the bouncer the satisfaction of rubbing at her neck even if it's still smarting from her firm grip. "I could have you sued for that, that's assault and I can very easily build a case against you and have you in cuffs within the week."
"If that's what you want to do in your free time then fine, but aren't there better things to do?" The bouncer growls at her, crossing her arms and staring down her nose at Shadowheart.
In the light of the moon she sees the green hue of her skin and sees the dark spots on her skin aren't just a trick of the seedy bars lights. She wonders where else those dark spots spatter.
"Oh? And what do you do in your free time? Harass women and manhandle them when they don't do what you want?" Shadowheart steps into her space and the bouncer doesn't flinch, just shifts her gaze to keep staring down at her. "You get a kick out of it, don't you? You like throwing people around. I bet you get off on it," she sneers, leaning closer to the woman.
She's not drunk anymore. It's a sad fact but it is true nonetheless. Shadowheart is well aware of and in control of everything she's saying and doing. It just makes her stomach twist in anticipation and her senses sharper as she searches for any kind of answer in the woman's eyes for a question she didn't actually ask.
"I don't," she says simply. "Find a different bar or go drink yourself stupid at home. You're done, here."
The bouncer drops her arms and walks away.
Shadowheart just has a masochistic streak that she doesn't feel like shaking.
When she grabs the woman's arm and starts some scathing comment about not being done here yet she's suddenly yanked and turned and then she's pressed against the wall of the bar, her arm twisted behind her back and up between her shoulder blades. The bouncer is pressing into her back so heavily Shadowheart can barely breath.
Her face is pressed into the brick, her far too expensive pantsuit is getting wrinkles by the bouncer behind her pressing into every square inch of her. Shadowheart let's out a strained puff of air, not ignorant of the way satisfaction twists her lips as she feels desire thrumming up and down her spine.
"Do not think you have permission to touch me," the bouncer hisses in her ear. The woman's mouth is close enough to her ear for Shadowheart to feel her lip graze her skin.
"I think I'm right," she says, squirming briefly to test the woman. Her arm is wrench further up and Shadowheart sighs in pleasure at the pain. When she opens her eyes enough to look at the bouncer she sees the way her slitted pupils have grown and she offers a half smile. "I think you're getting off on this."
Just to rub it in, Shadowheart rocks her hips back into the other woman's, delighting in the way her eyes narrow but her pupils grow larger. Rage or desire. It could be either or. It's a risk Shadowheart wants to take because either way she's enjoying this.
"Do you want to be arrested? I can arrange that," the bouncer sneers, leering at her.
"By you? Sure," she shrugs with the shoulder not twisted around.
The bouncers lip twitches in a snarl and she adjusts her grip on Shadowhearts wrist. Shadowheart smiles wryly as she prepares to say something else.
"Taxi!" The bouncer bellows in her ear suddenly. Shadowheart winces and glares, the look fleeting as she's jerked away from the wall and her other wrist is pulled behind her back, both of them held in the bouncers grip as the woman directs her to the curb.
Taxis are already waiting-it is a busy bar strip after all-and the bouncer shoves her into one, hands clasped around her wrists until the last possible second. Shadowheart gets back out of the cab once she's released and pushes her finger into the woman's chest.
"Just who do you think you are? You cannot just shove me around however you like. I don't care about whatever power trip you're on but you're just a bouncer you're nothing special. Hell, you don't even have a gun! I bet you don't know how to do a damned thing but-"
Shadowheart grits her teeth as her back slams into the cab. She braces her hands on the metal behind her, long coat splaying open. It's then that she's grateful she wore a black turtleneck, because had the bouncer shoved her hand against her bare chest-from popping open buttons on a shirt after a long day- Shadowheart might've moaned. Instead she's straining against the woman's hand on her chest pushing her harshly into the cab, panting against it and wincing when the woman pushes harder at her chest.
"Don't you know when to shut up and go home? Are you wanting to start more than one fight tonight?" The bouncer snarls at her, the distance between their faces somehow making the sound of her rasping voice that much more threatening.
Shadowheart really should've learned that this woman wasn't willing to put up with her shit.
"Are you so depraved of any kind of interaction in your life that to get any semblance of happiness you must-" Shadowheart slapped her, stopping the words that were too close to the truth.
The bouncers head whipped to the side and she didn't move, breathing deep. Shadowhearts air rushed out of her lungs as the woman pushed impossibly harder at her chest. She felt like something would break any second. Fingers splayed and one pressed into the curve in between her collarbones, digging in deep and making her body begin to blare warning horns that she's well and truly in danger.
" Now I can arrest you," the bouncer says.
All too good at moving too fast for Shadowheart to react the next thing she knows she's tugged and yanked and her cheek slams into the trunk of the cab as she's bent over it. Her arms are wrenched behind her back and cuffs click around her wrists. It's the sharp snap of the metal smacking into the sensitive bone of her wrist that makes her think through the woman's words.
" Arrest me? With what power? You're a damned bouncer you don't have any jurisdiction to arrest me! Uncuff me right now I don't know what power trip you're on but it's illegal and I can have you in jail In one hour!" Shadowheart is yelling so hard that her voice hurts and she doesn't care if she calls attention to herself just-just how dare she?
"Two months ago the state allowed bouncers to detain citizens depending on the severity of the situation. I believe and have proof that you are willing to escalate a situation without due cause," the bouncer started talking over her, ignoring Shadowhearts shouts that eventually stop as she listens. "I am allowed to cuff you and hold you until the police arrive. Come on."
By the chain between the cuffs the bouncer moves Shadowheart. Eventually deciding to place a firm hand on her shoulder to guide her not back into the bar or to wait beside it but to a door beside the bar without any sign. Shadowheart tries to twist and look back at the woman but almost runs into the door jam so she faces forward again.
"I didn't ever see you call the police," she snaps.
A tall, steep set of stairs is beyond the door and Shadowheart starts climbing when the woman doesn't show any sign of slowing. Her shoe gets caught by the lip of one of the stairs but only the once.
"There's still time." The bouncer doesn't offer anything else as she forces her up and up until they reach a door at the top that she unlocks.
The heavy rock music from below can be heard through the floorboards. It's thumping and loud and she catches a guitar riff that is somewhat familiar.
The room beyond the door reveals an apartment. A single room apartment. In the far left corner a bed sits parallel with the wall now at her back as the bouncer locks the door. To her direct left is a kitchen separated from the rest of the room by the tall counter. Its surface is clean and well cared for, she notices a large selection of liquors neatly lined up against the wall.
On the right is a modest sitting room with a TV in the corner that all the furniture is pointed towards and in the far right corner is a metal bar screwed into the wall with clothes hung from it and a tall mirror beside it. Overall it's quite modern and minimal in decorations, something she liked, if she was honest.
"You will wait here." The bouncer starts shoving her across the floor, over a rug that Shadowhearts foot catches on. She doesn't have a mind to question the bouncer as she keeps gawking at the place, noting the perfectly made bed with a white comforter and grey sheets.
She's staring at the picture on the nightstand and trying to figure out what it is when she feels movement against her wrist. Jerking as one hand is freed, Shadowheart has the sudden realization that not only is this the bouncers apartment but that nobody knows she's here and-oh shit is she about to get killed for this-so when one wrist is let loose of the cuffs she grabs at the bouncer and tries to kick her away.
" Stop this !" The bouncer snarls, and Shadowheart must've really pissed her off because she's punched in the face and then both arms are raised above her head as her vision spins and the bouncer steps away with blood on her knuckles.
Shadowheart hangs from the metal bar, clothes brushing against her back and lip bleeding freely down her chin. Fear strikes her hard and true and it doesn't fade when the bouncer sighs and almost looks regretful, pulling a phone out of her back pocket and unlocking it.
"Going to kill me, now? Shove me in some suitcase and roll my body to a ditch?" Shadowheart asks because she can't help herself. The bouncer doesn't look up at her.
Scoffing, she looks up at her hands. She's just tall enough for the cuffs to not be pulling at her skin but that's only because she's standing straight up. If she were to slouch a little too much they would pull and rip at her skin. Shadowheart folds her thumb into her fist and considers dislocating her thumb to get out, but then she'd still have a hand in cuffs.
"No, I am not going to kill you," the bouncer finally says. The phone is tossed onto a chair cushion and Shadowheart watches her skeptically, still facing the cuffs even as she watches her.
"No? So, I'm actually being arrested? This doesn't seem like protocol to have me hanging from your closet as you wait for the police." Shadowheart shifts on her feet. She's losing feeling in her arms so if she's going to do this she needs to do it soon.
"We're not waiting for the police." The bouncer stalks up to her and something has changed in her eyes since they last locked gazes, Shadowheart can see something darker in there.
An answer to a question she never actually asked.
"Then what are we waiting for?" The question comes out dry and almost seductive as they both recognize that they are on the same page.
A guitar riff strikes up from the floorboards.
The bouncer stands in front of her and Shadowheart breathes in with anticipation, hanging from this stranger's closet with desire twining around her spine and tightening.
Her question isn't answered with words but with tongue and teeth.
They kiss and it feels strange to not be able to scratch and grab and claw at her. Shadowheart leans into her and the bouncer pulls her shirt up, pawing at her sides and almost cradling her with clawing hands.
"If you tell me to I'll get you down I just-"
"Shut up," Shadowheart snarls, lips searching for hers.
The kiss is searing heat and blinding desire. It's all around her, raking nails down her back. It's in the tight grip on her hip, coercing her to grind down on corded muscle that shouldn't feel so good against her cunt. Shadowheart breaks the kiss next, panting and moaning.
The bouncer noses her head back, urging her to bare her neck and she does so willingly, eager to discover what this woman might do to her. She moves the turtleneck aside with her face, teeth nipping painfully at her skin and then she's biting down on her hard enough to hurt and Shadowheart moans low and grating, grinding harder down on her thigh.
" Fuck ," she snarls as she grinds down too hard and the metal digs into her wrists. Shadowheart opens her eyes to look up and see that her skin is red with irritation and will soon be bleeding grotesquely. "Could you refrain from breaking my wrists?" She snaps harshly.
"You have no room to make demands of me," the bouncer sneers into her neck. Shadowheart groans in pain again but the thin belt of her slacks is being yanked apart and tossed aside and she almost starts keening in want but she holds back as the slacks are undone and the bouncers calloused hand rubs against her.
"I have enough room," Shadowheart counters breathlessly, trying to maintain the air of having the upper hand even though she clearly doesn't. She can't help herself, not really.
"Then do something." The bouncer steps away from her entirely and Shadowheart stares in indignation. Her pants are folded at the zipper but undone and her shirt is up at her waist, the long coat over it all doing little to protect any sort of dignity especially with her shoulders up against her ears.
"Don't be cruel," she sneers, cheeks flushed and panting. Shadowheart adjusts her stance to relieve the pressure on her wrists. "Get me down before I break my wrists," Shadowheart demands.
The bouncer eyes her with hunger.
"Alright," she agreed easily enough.
Shadowhearts arms cry with relief at the word and she stays still as the bouncer reaches up to undo the cuffs. She doesn't care that only one cuff is undone, she grabs the bouncer's shirt and yanks her close to her, kissing her and forcing all of the rage and all of the aggression she carries with her every day into it.
The bouncer easily responds back in kind, but she starts tugging Shadowhearts coat off and even though the pair of cuffs on the one wrist causes a hiccup they don't stop. The woman starts leading Shadowheart across the apartment, both of their clothes left in their wake until their both naked falling into the bed. Shadowheart falls onto her back and the bouncer straddles her, bending down to kiss her neck.
The cuff clicks around her wrist and Shadowheart snarls in annoyance.
"Are you serious? This isn't any better," she snaps. The bouncer sits up on top of her smugly, eyes languidly looking her naked body up and down. "Get off me if you're going to be so smug." She jerks her hips to make her point and the bouncer smiles as she slides off Shadowheart and then the edge of the bed.
Hands hook under her knees and tug her close just as she's sitting up and Shadowheart yelps as her back bounces against the bed. The bouncer spreads her legs and mouths at her cunt and she's no longer yelping but moaning in pleasure and relief.
A tongue expertly fondles her clit, striking bolts of lightning up her body with delicious precision. Shadowhearts hands fist and flex in open air, chained together. She hooks her ankles together behind the bouncers back and pulls her impossibly close, quickly burying her hands in soft braided hair.
The bar below them thrums and rages and Shadowheart idly wonders if the bouncer should be getting back to work but the thought is dismissed as the bouncer shifts between her legs and then enters her roughly.
" Oh god yes ," Shadowheart throatily growls. Shadowheart is almost annoyed at how easily the bouncer pulls rasping, throaty moans from her because nobody has made her sound like this ever before.
It's annoying the same as it's incredibly attractive.
Fingers hook into her and beckon her closer and Shadowheart whines, her hips rocking and shifting and more she wants more. Hands all over her body teeth against her skin breath across her shoulder she wants more of everything, of her oh god please-
" Yes don't stop," she begs easily, her voice lifting in pitch in an embarrassing display of need.
The bouncers free hand splays across the inside of her thigh and forces her leg away, opening her cunt up completely. Dutifully and without asking Shadowheart moves her other leg aside as the woman pumps within her roughly, quickening her pace and hooking her fingers deeper, moving her body with each thrust.
Shadowheart stopped making noise, her mind short circuiting as a shocking bolt of pleasure one right after the other shoots through her. Her hands are frozen where they're buried in soft hair and her entire body stops moving as she flexes her hips and the pace doesn't stop it doesnt slow. God there's no relief.
"By the way," the bouncer says against her cunt, breath fanning across her. "My name is Lae'zel."
Right after she says it she reaffixes her mouth to her clit and the fact that the pleasure rocking through her briefly stopped doesn't matter as it's quickly rebuilt and reforged and thundering through her so roughly. She's reaching so deep, curling into her with every thrust and Shadowheart is overwhelmed by her tongue flicking rapidly against her clit with just the right amount of pressure.
"Oh, fuck, gods yes, Lae'zel!" Shadowheart shouted, panting and whining, writhing against the bed as she comes so hard her stomach starts flexing. She half sits up and collapses back down and Lae'zel isn't stopping; she keeps the same unforgiving pace.
"Stop moving," Lae'zel murmurs as she raises her head. Shadowheart starts shaking, her thighs closing around Lae'zels lithe hips as the bouncer moved up between her legs to hover over her with a hand by her head.
Shadowheart is breaking apart around Lae'zels hand, whimpering and mewling beneath her. Lae'zel leans down and kisses her and Shadowheart comes against her lips, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream. Lae'zel moves to kiss and suck at her collarbone until Shadowheart starts breathing again, her whole body twitching and shuddering.
Lae'zel keeps mouthing at her collarbone as Shadowhearts high releases slowly. She regains her breath just barely, staring up at the exposed beams and trying to piece her buzzing mind back together.
"Do you feel better, now?" Lae'zel asks her, watching her with those piercing eyes.
Her mind is a jumbled mess of pleasure and Shadowheart gathers her breath, still fluttering and clenching around Lae'zels now frozen fingers. She swallows thickly, her hands smooshed between their stomachs and her abdomen won't stop jumping and twitching, her legs jerking every so often.
"What?" She eventually asks, transfixed by those eyes.
Something about holding eye contact with the person buried inside of you is way more distracting than she'd ever thought possible.
"Do you feel better?" Lae'zel repeats. Shadowheart must have given her a black look. "Now that I've fucked it all out of you?"
"Fucked it all-. . ." Shadowheart blinks a few times. Breathes. The bliss of a leg shaking orgasm doesn't stop the indignation from sparking and combusting. " Fucked it all out of me ? Just who the hell do you think you are? You must be so full of yourself. Do you treat all the women you sleep with like this? I can't believe you! You're such an asshole and I let you- unh!" Her eyes roll back and her whole body shudders, Shadowheart can't stop the deep, back of the throat moans that start falling loose as Lae'zel curls and slowly flexes her wrist to thrust into her.
"Clearly I'm not done yet," Lae'zel drawls. Kisses fall against her chest and Lae'zel shifts. "How many will it take?" Lae'zels mouth around her nipple short circuits her brain and she can only arch her chest up into her mouth, desperate for more.
Heat crawls up her chest and to her throat, her hands start shaking and pleasure dominates her rapidly. Shadowheart can't do anything but moan in approval and rock her body. Lae'zel sucks hard at her nipple and Shadowheart releases a sound not exactly a moan but more of an absence of freewill.
She doesn't need freewill, not with the way Lae'zel plays her body so well.
It's like Lae'zel was handed sheet music to her pleasure and was able to sight read her like an expert. She's composing a melody of sighs and moans so well that Shadowheart feels like she's being performed on. It's erotic in a way she's never felt.
" Jesus wept," she cried, her voice hitching like she was about to start sobbing with pleasure. " Do you do this regularly or is this natural?" Shadowheart rasps, jerking under Lae'zels ministrations.
Lae'zel hums out a dark chuckle against Shadowhearts breast and moves to the other side of her, kissing all around her breast except where she wants her. A spike of desire pierces through her body and she groans rakishly, torn between wanting a break and another orgasm.
"It is natural to know how a body like mine can be pleased," Lae'zel says. The clinical words are so unattractive but surprising enough that Shadowheart raises her head to look down at her. Lae'zel meets her eyes as she sucks her nipple into her mouth and flexed her wrists.
Shadowheart breaths roughly, twitching.
"Haven't you ever heard of dirty talk before?" Shadowheart exhales the sentence, her words stumbling and fumbling over themselves.
Laezel only flicks her tongue in response and Shadowheart throws her head back, only mildly annoyed that her hands are trapped between their bodies. She wants to claw at her hair and direct her to do what she wants but she can't. She can't even fuck her in return until these are off of her.
"You're in no position to request something of me."
The whole time Lae'zel has been steadily working her towards an orgasm and it's now approaching fast. Shadowheart feels the way her fingers flex inside of her, pulling out of her and easily pushing back into her. It's intoxicating.
"I can do what I like, especially with how slowly you're moving. You're not exactly stopping me from doing anything." Shadowheart moves her hands to prove her point, moving down between their bodies and reaching for Lae'zels sex. Staring down between them she catches her first glances of dark spots across her skin and she feels her stomach clench in desire to claim them under her tongue.
"I don't think so." Lae'zel pulls out of her and doesn't give her a chance to start another long winded complaint. She grabs the links of the cuffs and forces her hands above her head, looking past Shadowheart as she slots her thigh between Shadowhearts and uses it to push her up the bed.
Shadowheart moans deeply as she's pushed up the bed, her hips rocking against Lae'zels thigh once she's stopped. She couldn't feel how wet she was before but she's faced with it now as she grinds against Lae'zels thigh greedily, smearing herself across her skin and turning herself on with her own arousal.
Maybe Lae'zel did it on purpose, to distract her so well that when the bouncer slides back down her body and sits on her hips smugly it takes several long seconds for Shadowheart to realize her hands are above her head again. She frowns as she pants, looking up to see the links of the cuffs resting on a metal hook in the bedframe. The clearance between the hook and the bedframe itself is small, even if she was able to sit up and take the tension off the chains she'd have a difficult time getting out of it.
"Are you serious?" Shadowheart snarls, whipping her head back to the smug bouncer. She tried to dislodge Lae'zel, rocking and writhing beneath her to no avail as her feet keep slipping down the comforter.
"I am, are you done?" Lae'zel asks flatly, even as amusement shimmers in her eyes.
"No, honestly I'm not. Now I'm pissed off because that's twice you've chained me to something without asking me," she says bitingly. "It's a wonder anyone still attends that bar at all considering what you seem to be in the habit of doing. You seem too practiced at this, how many women have you plucked from the bar to-to-to.. . ." Her eyes roll to the back of her head as a hand collars her throat and expertly squeezes either side lightly. "To. . ." She pitifully tries again.
"You talk too much for someone without the means to defend yourself," Lae'zel observed.
"To defend myself?' Shadowheart thrashes and feels the metal scrape against her wrist. Lae'zel stares down at her unworried. "What exactly are you planning to do to me that I need to defend myself?"
"Nothing permanent," Lae'zel says in that annoyingly sexy, rasping tone of voice. She's dragging her eyes across Shadowhearts naked body, tilting her head.
"What?" She yelps, thrusting to try and dislodge her but her hips are twitching too much for it to have any effect.
"You'll enjoy it." Lae'zel says this confidently, meeting her eyes as she dismounts her and walks away.
"Get back here and do something!" Shadowheart snaps. She watches Laezel until she disappears from her point of view, and once she does she eyes the hook with her cuffs around it and pulls herself towards it.
Something clinks wherever Lae'zel is and Shadowheart eyes the area before twisting around to kneel in front of the hook. With the chain twisted it makes it harder for her to unhook it. The twisted chain is too wide to break the clearance of the hook that's clearly been bent to prevent her escape.
She doesn't get a chance to worry about what that means when she hears footsteps.
Shadowheart looks towards the footsteps-she must've gone to the bathroom, Shadowheart thought she saw a door in here but clearly it wasn't another room that could be used. Not with everything else in this one room.
Lae'zel emerges from wherever she was and Shadowheart stops moving. She frowns briefly but then stops. A brief flash of curiosity fills her and she shifts on her knees. The bouncer looks at her curiously, standing there for her to observe.
"I hope nobody else has used that, but I'm sure that's a stretch, isn't it?" Shadowheart drawls. It isn't as effective when her voice is raspy from sex instead of clear and sharp like it normally is.
"Cleaning products exist," Lae'zel says. The dildo shifts as she steps forward, strapped to her by a black harness tight around her hips.
Shadowheart realizes how aroused she is by the sight as she shifts and aches. Yeah, she might know absolutely nothing about this woman but if all of the other things she's done tonight is a clue it's this; she's going to be goddamn good with that strap.
"I suppose they do," she murmurs. Lae'zel presses one knee up onto the mattress, studying Shadowhearts position.
"Is that how you really want to be?" Lae'zel asks, raising her chin slightly.
"What? I don't exactly want you to dislocate my shoulder."
Really, it's not the position she wants to be in for this, but she's a little too proud to go back on what she's done at this point.
"Very well." Lae'zel scoots up behind her, hands settling possessively on her hips. "Up," she commands, fingers digging into the twitching muscle.
"Don't you know the word please?' Shadowheart snaps over her shoulder as she adjusts her stance somewhat awkwardly, her balance put off without having something to brace her hands on.
Anticipation thrums under her skin and her breathing quickens.
Lae'zel reaches around her, sliding her fingers against her cunt. Shadowheart moans and bows her head, looking down at Lae'zels hand against her and getting more aroused seeing it there.
"No," Lae'zel murmurs behind her. Shadowhearts breath catches as she feels the cock against her. Lae'zel spreads her open and guides it into her, just enough for Shadowheart to know what it's about to feel like. "But you do."
The cock slides into her and Shadowheart let's out a broken moan, almost falling forwards. Lae'zel grabs her by the shoulder and holds her upright, pushing the cock all the way inside of her.
It's slow. Lae'zel stills in her and Shadowheart clenches around it, moaning at the delicious stretch of her cunt. The hand still against her shifts and fingers settle on her clit but don't move. Shadowheart can feel herself throb against Lae'zels fingers, need pulsing at every nerve ending she has.
Shadowheart thinks that Lae'zel might be letting her adjust to the feeling of the cock inside of her, or maybe she just wants to see how long Shadowheart can wait. Either way her patience is thin. She wants Lae'zel to destroy her, to rip her into two pieces and then do it all over again.
"Did that cock come with instructions or do you not know how to- ah -use it !" Shadowheart moans and keens as Lae'zel begins thrusting into her in short lengths.
The angle is perfect. The cock brushes against her in just the right way. It's so similar to the way Lae'zels fingers had curled into her except this is continually striking just the right spot. Shadowhearts whole body is shaking right away, her breaths come out wavering and wanting and she can't pick up her head. Seeing Lae'zels hand buried between her legs keeps turning her on but she wants more. She wants her to move her hand and guide her towards pleasure.
To pluck at her desire and play her like a fiddle.
"Well?" Lae'zel prompts in her ear, teeth grazing her earlobe.
Shadowheart chokes on her breath and if it weren't for the hand tight on her shoulder she would've fallen forward.
"Well, what?" She gasps.
"Don't you want to teach me how to say it?" Lae'zel taunts her.
Shadowheart doesn't care.
"Please," she whispers shakily, "god, please, yes."
"I am Lae'zel, I am not god," Lae'zel corrects.
Her hand doesn't move.
"Please, Lae'zel, please fuck me," she begs.
Shadowheart is only turned on by the fact that Lae'zel could get her to beg so easily.
"Hmm. I don't think that's enough to teach me," Lae'zel hums against her ear. She bites her earlobe again and sighs. "But it's good enough for a reward."
Shadowheart keens brokenly at her words, quickly breathless as Lae'zels fingers start moving against her clit. She's still staring down between her legs, watching Lae'zels hand move, her chest rise and fall, her-
" Oh, yes! " Shadowheart cries out as Lae'zel quickens her pace. She's pulling in and out of her so fast Shadowheart can't do anything but state. Fuck she doesn't even know if she's breathing anymore.
It's all consuming and mind blowing and Shadowheart can't comprehend all the pleasure shooting through her. It's bright and blinding and she can't-oh, god, she can't.
"Lae'zel," she whimpers. Shadowheart gasps once the name leaves her lips, sucking down air she had denied herself.
"Come," Lae'zel demands. Shadowheart does, her hip aches from spreading her legs enough that she feels it even through her orgasm. She doesn't dare change her position, gasping thickly and crying out weakly to the wall.
Shadowheart braces her hands against the bedframe, the cuffs dig into her wrists painfully and it only adds to the pleasure she feels. Her stomach tightens and she falls into another orgasm, actively sobbing into the open air as Lae'zel holds her upright and fucks into her.
She's exhaling with broken moans by the time Lae'zel stops. Every part of her is shaking and won't stop and she almost feels like she's having a seizure with how hard she twitches. Lae'zel pulls her body against Shadowhearts, one arm around her waist and the one on her shoulder moves inward to brace Shadowhearts weight across her chest.
They are silent for a few moments after Lae'zel stops moving. The bouncer holds her tightly, and Shadowheart has no doubt that she won't face plant into the bed frame. She trusts that Lae'zel will keep her upright.
"Are you ready?" Lae'zel asks. Shadowheart nods, knowing what she means like they've done this a thousand times.
Lae'zel pulls the cock out of her and then shifts behind her. Shadowheart adjusts her knees and sits down, bowed over her hands and struggling to regain her breath. When Laezel returns it's to unlock the cuffs around her wrists. Shadowheart let's her hands fall into her lap, seeing a few scrapes and a massive red splotch on both wrists but no blood.
She'll have to hide a bruise, for sure.
"Lay down," Lae'zel says softly.
Shadowheart does, feeling hollow and light.
"Yeah, yeah okay," she says, her voice crackling and snapping hoarsely.
"Stay here, sleep if you want. I won't. . .you'll be safe," Lae'zel whispers. Shadowhearts eyes are already closing when she hears the clink and creak of the leather harness coming undone. She wants to turn and inspect Lae'zel, to wander her body and claim her body for herself but she can't find the energy.
"Okay." Shadowheart ends up saying, whispering as she falls asleep with nothing on her mind.