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She looked at the rather innocuous apartment door in front of her, and realised she was holding her breath. 

Stop it. You are not nervous. She told herself, forcing air out of her lungs, before breathing in again. Without another thought, she brought her hand up and knocked.

The door swung open to reveal a smiling face and dark chestnut, shoulder length hair.

Younger than you thought she would be. Early thirties maybe. Pretty though.

“Agatha?”

She looked her up and down, and took in the slim figure in front of her. She was wearing a black silk robe that finished just above the knee, over what appeared to be some sort of garment made of skimpy lace in the same colour.

“Miss Black?” Agatha returned, unable to hide her skepticism.

The woman in the doorway laughed and moved to one side, tilting her head to invite the older woman in. Her smile was easy in a way that was immediately annoying.

“Baby, you can call me whatever you want.” Agatha scoffed and remained in the same spot, causing the other woman to smirk. She bit her lower lip before speaking again. “I’m more than happy to explore an exhibitionistic streak, but I do need you to come inside the apartment, at least for the first session.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes, before shaking off her annoyance. This woman is not getting to you.

“Do the jokes cost extra?” She asked disapprovingly as she walked past.

‘Miss Black’ just laughed again and shut the door behind her.

“Please take a seat.” She pointed to the dining table and Agatha found herself doing as she was asked, placing her purse on the top of the table. “Can I get you a drink? Tea, coffee, water?”

“Whiskey?” Agatha joked, looking up at the other woman, almost shy. “I'm kidding. I know you said no alcohol beforehand.” She looked around, noticing the living room behind her, and a hallway beyond that. A hand on her shoulder pulled her attention back and suddenly she was locked onto brown eyes. Dark, but warm. 

The younger woman smiled down at her before going to the kitchen and pulling out two bottles of water. “And what about anything else? Marijuana? Cocaine? Painkillers?” She asked casually on the way back to the table, putting the bottles down.

“What? No!” Agatha replied quickly, causing her to raise her hands in defense.

“Hey, I don't judge. I just need to know that you can fully consent to anything we do.”

"Right.” She nodded.

The younger woman gave her another relaxed smile and sat down on the dining chair, perpendicular to the table, so that she was facing the side of Agatha's face, studying her. Agatha kept looking ahead, uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy. When fingers brushed her wrist gently, her breath caught in her throat again. She coughed in an attempt to cover the slip up, but made no move to stop the other woman.

“So, Agatha, what are you here for?”

She couldn't stop herself from scoffing again.

“What do people usually come here for?” She bit back.

“It varies.” Miss Black squeezed on her arm lightly, perhaps trying, unsuccessfully, to get her attention. “Some people just want to cheat on their spouse.” She shrugged before dropping her voice slightly. “Some people feel like they have no control over their life, and want someone to do exactly what they say.” 

Agatha swallowed hard, not wanting to get sucked in. The fingers on her wrist started drawing soft circles and all she could feel was the other woman rubbing against her skin as she spoke again.

“And some people have incredibly stressful jobs, and too much responsibility, and just need someone to take care of them for a little while.”

The older woman closed her eyes for a second at the thought. Snap out of it. She turned around to face Miss Black.

"I'm here for an orgasm.” She stated plainly.

The smirk reappeared and Agatha found herself getting frustrated. This was not worth it.

“A woman as beautiful and accomplished as you?” She has to say that. “Why don't you just go to a bar? Pick someone up? Or does the queen bitch act put people off?” It was asked with a laugh.

“It's not an act.” She spared back.

“Oh, I'm sure it's not.” There was a short pause. “What do you do for work, Agatha?”

“You really expect me to believe you didn't do research, before agreeing to meet me? I was told you took this seriously.” She huffed.

“I do. And I'm very good at my job. Which is why you're here, I'm sure. Only the best for Agatha Harkness.” 

A shiver ran through her spine at the sound of her full name falling from the other woman's lips. Soft, kissable lips. She glanced over, but said nothing back.

“Okay, I looked into you.” Miss Black conceded, causing Agatha to look at her properly.

“And?” Her eyes narrowed again. “What did you find?” She attempted to sound detached.

“Agatha Harkness. CEO of Harkness Solutions. Specialising in advertising, PR, and crisis management.” She nodded, that was all easy enough to find out. “You protect some of the biggest assholes in society while helping them sell crap the rest of us don't need.

Her eyebrows shot up, but her initial anger quickly turned to amusement. “I thought you didn't judge?” She replied, receiving another smirk. Damn, this was actually… fun. “What else?” She heard herself ask.

The younger woman bit her lower lip again and moved closer. Agatha couldn't tell if it was deliberate.

“Forty-five years old. Born and raised in some place called Westview, New Jersey. Your mother still lives there.” 

“What else?” She said too quickly. There was suddenly tension between them as the other woman realised she had touched a nerve. Agatha grew frustrated at how much she had exposed herself by attempting this.

“Why does it matter?” Miss Black asked with a tone far too light for Agatha's liking.

She finally moved out of the gentle grasp the other woman still had on her arm. With its absence, she realised how long she had allowed it to go on.

“Because,” She turned in the chair to mirror her, making sure to hold eye contact. “It's not fair for you to know so much about me, when I don't know the first thing about you.” 

The satisfied smile that took over the younger woman's face told her she had said the wrong thing. Agatha didn't like to feel like prey. In fact, she worked her whole life to avoid ever feeling that way again. It usually made her feel cold and unsettled but in this instance, she felt almost warm.

“Is that why you're here?” Her face hardened and Agatha felt the familiar shot of cold in her veins. She looked back into the living room and focused on the black leather couch. The voice washed over her. “You tried to look into me, and when your research came up empty, you had to track me down?” Wait, was that disappointment? “I don't appreciate my time being wasted, Agatha.” Miss Black stood up suddenly and moved towards the door. “If you're just here for professional curiosity, you can leave.” 

“No.” Before she could stop herself, Agatha was grabbing the other woman's arm, halting her movements, and looking up at her, almost frantically. “That's not what happened.”

“Then what did?” She needed to be convinced.

Agatha closed her eyes briefly before speaking again. It came out desperate but determined. “You know who connected us, right?” She said, embarrassed. “That wasn't professional, at least not my part.” She relaxed when Miss Black's face softened again, and released her arm in order to cover herself, crossing both of hers over her chest.

“I've never been to the Palm Court Spa myself.” The tone was teasing as she leant both hands on the back of Agatha's chair. She's playing with you again. That's good. “But I hear that their massages are very… satisfying.”

“Well, not in my case.” She revealed. “Anyway, the woman told me she could pass my name onto a colleague, if I wanted.” Agatha looked up at her and rolled her eyes. “And yes, I looked into the number and the address before coming. They both traced back to nowhere.” The frustration was seeping into her voice again. “And a name as obnoxiously common as ‘Miss Black' meant it was impossible to know who you really are.”

“Impressive, huh?” The woman staring down at her smiled.

“No. Infuriating. And off-putting. So actually, I'm here despite not having any information on you, not because of it.” She explained, and the smile only widened.

“So, you're that desperate?”

“Don't mock me.” She quickly fired back and Miss Black's hands went up again, in a sign of submission. She turned back to the seat that now sat vacant next to her. “I was told you guarantee results.”

“I usually get good reviews.” A hand carefully reached for her chin, and guided her face back.

“You better, the amount you charge.” She bit out, moving out of the hold.

“Well, part of that is the discretion I offer. Being hard to find and everything.” Miss Black winked before stepping back slightly. “How about this?” Then she took an even bigger step back, until she was practically in the living room. She was standing with the sofa to her right, and what looked like a matching footstool to her left. Only it was far too large. It sat like a pedestal in the middle of the room. Does she fuck people on that? Maybe she'll fuck you on it… Shush. She's saying something. “I'll make you a deal.” Her eyes danced with delight and Agatha felt cornered again. “If you aren't satisfied, you don't have to pay me.” 

A laugh flew from her mouth before she could stop it, and the other woman's eyes opened wider, meeting the challenge.

“What's to stop me just saying that it was crap?” A low, disbelieving chuckle was all that served as a reply. “You're really that cocky?”

“I told you, I'm good at my job.” The younger woman shrugged. “Either way, you can't lose.”

Agatha considered her for a second. That was true.

“Fine.” 

“Good.” She tried to not let the victorious tone rile her up, determined to get through this with as much dignity as possible. She failed when she watched Miss Black beckon her over, with a single finger. 

“Fuck you.” 

Her anger clearly struck the younger woman because she relaxed her posture and tilted her head, giving Agatha a surprisingly kind smile.

“Please come here, Agatha.” She asked quietly.

That caused her to lose her resolve and she stood up. The happy look that took over the other woman's face made her heart skip. She liked it. You like making her happy. She was suddenly moving closer, stopping directly opposite Miss Black.

“We need to go over some ground rules.”

Agatha nodded, impatiently. 

“Have you used the traffic light system before?” She made a dismissive sound. “Not a fan?”

“It's juvenile.”

“Consent is juvenile?”

“No!” She insisted. “The colours, and the constant checking in.” She huffed, trying to work out how to explain. “I can't get out of my head enough as it is. To then have to keep saying ‘I'm okay’ every five minutes, just takes me out of it. If I don't like something, I'll let you know.”

“Oh, I don't doubt that, but the regular checking in is supposed to help you stay present. To stay in it.”

“I don't know what to tell you.” She shrugged.

The other woman didn't respond at first, taking a few seconds to mull something over in her head.

“If you prefer, I can agree to only check in if I'm concerned…”

“Yes.” Agatha interrupted. The younger woman lifted her hand to stop her speaking and she glared at it.

“I can agree to that, if you promise me that you will red light if you need to.” There was no room for argument but she pretended to think about it. 

“Okay.” She said nonchalantly. 

“Say it.”

“Excuse me?” She glared again. Her jaw clenched for a second. She had no issue with the agreement, she did however hate being told what to do.

“Promise me, Agatha. I need to hear the words.” The younger woman said calmly. 

“Fine.” She relented, understanding that there was no moving on until she did. “I promise to use the red light if I want something to stop.” 

“And it goes both ways.” Her eyes widened in a silent question. “If I say red light, everything stops.”

“Oh.” You hadn't thought of that.

“Failure to do so would end the session immediately, and there won't be another one.” The younger woman stated.

“Of course.” She agreed quickly. “That makes sense. Anything else?”

"No marks.”

“Okay?” 

“No bites or scratches.” Miss Black clarified.

“Okay.” She nodded.

“And unless you say otherwise, I'll assume that the same applies to you.”

“Sounds good.” Agatha agreed. “Is that it?”

A serious look appeared on the younger woman's face. “The pre-session form I sent you, did you complete it honestly?”

“I told you I'm here for real.” She answered in a flat tone.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” She ground out in irritation. This was not what she had imagined as foreplay.

“You said no to being blindfolded.” 

"And?” She shot back angrily.

Two hands came up in defense again, as the younger woman looked her up and down, assessing her next move.

“It's fine.” She started, while taking a step closer. “I just want to know what the rules are. Do you need to see me the whole time? Or is it more about knowing where you are?”

Agatha found herself fidgeting. She hadn't really thought about the specifics, just wanting it taken off the table. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. That soft smile on the other woman's face suddenly became repulsive to her, and she turned away.

“I just don't want to be left in the dark.” She rushed out. 

There was a moment before she felt a hand on her back, playing loosely with her hair. She relaxed and leaned back a fraction.

“I won't do that Agatha. I won't leave you, at all.” She heard the voice behind her promise and her shoulders lowered in response. The hand pressed firmer into her spine. “No darkness and I'll make sure that if you can't see me at any point, you can at least hear or feel me.” She punctuated her statement by pulling on Agatha's navy blazer, encouraging her to turn back around. The older woman did as she was asked, and found patient eyes waiting for her. All she could manage was a nod. “Can I take this off?” Hands slid under the lapels of the jacket. When she nodded again, it flew off of her shoulders, and was thrown onto the footstool. The hands went back to shoulders, as those brown eyes locked her in again. “Take some deep breaths with me.”

For some reason, this time, Agatha didn't mind being told what to do. She followed the instructions and watched as Miss Black inhaled and exhaled with purpose, copying a second later. After a couple of rounds, they were in sync. She kept breathing steadily, even as the other woman moved closer, sliding her right hand down to Agatha's sternum. The fingers started playing with the button on her white shirt, before flattening down on the bare skin just below her collar bone. Still, they held one another's gaze and breathed in time, together.

“It's just us here “ The younger woman's voice was sweet like honey as she applied more pressure to her chest. Agatha moaned quietly. She expected to see the smug grin, to be mocked for reacting to such a small action, but instead all she found was more patience, and perhaps even intrigue. The hand that wasn't on her chest, wrapped around the back of her neck and up into her dark brown locks. Her head tilted into the sensation. “God, I love your hair.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “That's not how most people feel. Too wild.“

“Well, most people are idiots.” Miss Black replied easily, making her laugh, and calming her down more. “I know that you don't like making yourself vulnerable, but I need you to trust that I'm going to take care of you, okay baby?” The nod she gave back was reluctant, but it was there. Why are you letting her call you baby? You hate that. “I’m going to help you turn that beautiful brain off. Does that sound good?”

“Sounds good.” She nodded dumbly.

The other woman dropped her voice to whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

The thought caused her to snap out of her stupor, and push forwards. She took the face in front of her, into her hands and connected their lips. The younger woman allowed her to dominate the kiss for a while, until she attempted to push her tongue into her mouth. The hand in her hair pulled her away with a rough grab, causing her to hiss but not let go.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” She admonished, moving her hands to the wrists on either side of her face. Gentle but commanding. “That's not your decision to make, baby. You're going to let me lead, okay? You don't need to think about anything from now on.” She wanted to argue but the words got stuck in her throat.

“Sit down for me.” Miss Black nodded to the sofa and guided her around. She gave no resistance and as the back of her legs met the furniture, she collapsed onto it. Before she could register what was happening, the other woman was kneeling down, and pushing her legs open to move between them. She watched as the black robe came off and joined her blazer. Without much thought, she leant forwards to touch the soft skin of her shoulders. The younger woman looked up at her and pushed her back into the cushions, before starting to open her button down. She took in the way black lace hugged young hips and tight waist, and then up further. Young. How young is she? What does it matter? You know the answer wouldn't change anything.

Miss Black smirked when she caught her looking. “Remember to breathe.” she joked as she pushed the shirt down to reveal her lilac bra. Before she could think, their mouths were back together. Agatha allowed her to work against her mouth as she pleased, groaning when she felt a warm tongue asking to enter, right as firm hands grabbed her hips. Why are you letting her do this? She wondered even as she opened her mouth to accept the kiss. It feels good.

Hands slid down her thighs possessively, and pulled on the back of her knees until their bodies were flush against each other. Then down to her feet to remove her black high heels. Finally, she felt them run up her back. She broke the kiss, moaning at the sensation. Eyes looked at her with a silent question, as fingers played with the clasp of her bra. She nodded and it was soon off. Miss Black threw it behind her with as much care as she had shown the rest of Agatha's clothes.

Her brain was struggling to keep up with what her body was feeling, as lips attached themselves to her throat. Kisses forcefully trailed down her neck, causing her to jerk her head back. Deft fingers skimmed over her stomach and roughly grabbed her breasts. 

“Fuck.” She whined as she buried her hands in the younger woman's hair, and tried unsuccessfully to push that mouth towards her nipple. That stupid, smart mouth.

A familiar low chuckle vibrated against her collar bone. 

“What did I say about you making decisions?” She chided, allowing Agatha to pull on her hair for a second, before pinching hard on one of the nipples between her fingers. 

“Fuck!” She repeated, letting go of the other woman. She was rewarded with a warm tongue swirling over the sore bud, as she was pushed by the shoulders into the back of the sofa.

Strong hands glided down her arms, to hold onto her hands, either side of her thighs. The younger woman released her nipple from between her lips, and leant back, appraising her work so far. Agatha no longer felt like prey. She simply felt like a piece of meat. Skinned, filleted, and served up for this woman. And you want her to devour you.

The squeezing of her hands drew her back to the moment.

“If you move these.” She squeezed again. “I'll stop.” 

“Then you'll lose.” Agatha tried to threaten, but there was that damn smirk again.

“So will you.” 

She threw her head back again. This was the most relaxed she had felt in a long time and she didn't want to stop. Damn, it's working.

“Fine.” She gave in and pushed her palms down into the leather cushion.

Miss Black didn't risk saying anything back, simply moving her fingers to the button on Agatha's deep purple slacks. She couldn't help herself, though, when the older woman lifted her hips without being asked.

“Good girl.” She hummed mischievously, clearly surprised when blue eyes lit up. 

Shit. 

Agatha waited patiently with her pelvis hovering in the air, until the other woman pulled decisively on her pants and underwear. Removing them both in one go and settling back on her heels.

She watched hungry eyes gaze down between her legs, and slowly drag back up to her face. She shuddered once, then again when determined hands pushed her thighs even further apart.

“You're so beautiful Agatha.” Her voice was so full of reverence, that she had no choice but to believe it. The face in front of her turned from one of admiration, to glee. “So fucking perfect.”

And then that stupid, smart, kissable mouth was buried between her legs. One hand shot up to stifle a moan, before she could stop it, and sure enough the other woman stopped her work.

“If I didn't want to hear you baby, I'd put a gag in there myself.” She said, her eyes almost black.

Agatha dropped her hand back to the sofa and almost apologised. “Force of habit.” 

“Well,” The other woman paused, but maintaining eye contact, swiped her tongue through the length of Agatha's cunt, and this time there was no staying quiet. “We'll have to break you of it. Won't we?”

When she realised that she was nodding like an idiot, she stopped herself, but couldn't look away. She tried to focus on her hands as Miss Black went back to licking and sucking on her folds. You're good. You can be good. 

She didn't falter as one of her legs went up and over the other woman's shoulder. Or when she felt her tongue swirl around her entrance. She pushed her palms down into the leather, as it filled her and explored, wantonly lapping her cunt.

However, when she looked down again and found brown eyes staring up into hers before those lips moved to suck on her oversensitive clit, she lost the battle. She wanted more. Needed for this to keep going.

“Right there.” She pleaded, both hands reaching for the back of Miss Black’s head. The feeling suddenly went away. The pressure in the bottom of her stomach disappeared. “No!” She complained.

“I told you the rules.” The younger woman laughed, pulling the hands out of her hair, and intertwining their fingers.

“Your rules suck.” She said, knowing it was childish.

“Then don't play the game.” She shrugged back. Oh. How easy would it be for her to stop this? To walk away right now.

“No.” She forced out petulantly and eyes widened at her in response.

“You want to keep playing?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.” It was a repeat of earlier, but at this point she had far less dignity than she had ever hoped for. Naked and splayed out before a woman at least ten years her junior, offering herself up in desperation. What else could she do but give whatever she was asked.

“I want to keep playing.” She said quietly, rolling her eyes at the look she got in return, before a squeeze on her fingers pulled her attention back.

“You're doing so good, baby.” She tried not to react to the praise, but failed, her hips twitching upwards. “Let me help you the rest of the way.” And taking pity on her, Miss Black kept her hold on her hands, as they moved back to the sofa cushion. “Just hold on. Okay?” When she nodded in response, the other woman dropped her head back down. Agatha swore she heard another quiet ‘good girl’ fall out of her mouth, before it was reattached to her clit. There was no stopping her moans after that. She knew that she just needed to keep her grip on the hands in hers, and focused all her energy on that task. Nothing else mattered. She was getting closer and closer to the peak that had proven so elusive up until now. She didn't care about the deal. She would pay a hundred times to feel this good. To have this woman do her work.

When she crashed over the first time, there was no let up. She tensed and screamed but the tongue between her legs just began lazily licking and sucking again. She felt like she was floating as the strokes once again became determined. Oh, she's proving a point. 

After her second orgasm, Agatha was spent.

“Red… red light.” She sputtered.

True to her word, everything stopped. The other woman pushed herself up, running her thumbs over the back of their still conjoined hands.

“Does this mean I'm getting paid? She asked, her mouth and chin wet. 

“Not if you're an asshole about it.” She warned, pulling her into a kiss and tasting herself.

The younger woman broke the kiss and drew back a couple of inches. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted, reaching for the black lace in front of her, and running her fingers up the side of the other woman's body. “I’ll be even better when I get you out of this thing.”

“No.” Hands suddenly grabbed hers again and her eyes snapped to meet the other woman.

“What's wrong?” She whispered, unable to hide the worried look from her face.

The kind smile back allowed her to breathe again.

“Nothings wrong baby.” Came the reassurance. “It's just a different negotiation, if you want to do that.”

She looked over Miss Black’s face for a second before speaking again, this time more confident.

“How much?” 

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“How much?” When the other woman looked hesitant, she continued. “Unless you don't want to. I’m not gonna… you know.” She stumbled over the end of her sentence.

“Who knew you could be so cute?” The younger woman played in response, eliciting a relieved but fleeting smile back. Then she was pulling Agatha's left hand between their faces, still only a few inches apart. She ran her thumb over the back of it again, smiling at the quiet noise Agatha made in return. She squeezed her hand as she spoke again. “Four hundred to touch.” Then she brought the fingers in her grasp to her lips and sucked them into her mouth, briefly causing Agatha's stomach to drop. “Six hundred to taste.”

The older woman licked her lips, as subtle as possible, before speaking again. “So, another grand.” She summarised, moving her fingers into chestnut hair, and watching the other woman nod. “Done.” She rushed, not wanting to think about it too much and leaning back in for another kiss.

Miss Black suddenly slid away, though, and stood up, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth. Agatha watched as delicate fingers lifted the hem of the lace garment, from where it was just about covering her ass. It went up and over her head. She swallowed, taking in the sight of the woman, now wearing nothing but black underwear. She was making a sick joke, wasn't she, when she called you perfect? Look at her.

“Come on.” Miss Black nodded towards the hallway and started walking. “If you're gonna fuck me, it's going to be in an actual bed.”

Agatha blinked. This was happening. Oh. She suddenly felt very exposed, still sat on the sofa, naked. Looking around, she spotted the robe that the other woman had been wearing when she had first arrived. 

That will work.

When she walked into the bedroom at the end of the hallway, she was met with an amused face. She stopped in the doorway, waiting to see the consequences of her actions. 

“Did I tell you, you could wear that?” The other woman asked, lying on her left side in the middle of the king size bed. Her head perched on one hand, with a smile that quickly turned lecherous.

She pursed her lips before casually replying with a shrug.”No, but I wanted to.” She adjusted the robe around her shoulders, watching as the woman on the bed slid her free hand down her body.

“And you take what you want, don't you Agatha.” She said it like it was a dare. 

“Yes.” She stepped forward, trying to sound decisive, and watched as fingers started playing with the elastic on the underwear. Also lace, she now noticed.

“Well, do you want to feel how wet I got, from eating you out?

Before she knew what was happening, she was across the room and pushing Miss Black down onto the bed, and straddling her hips. It was the first time, since she had arrived, that she had felt in control, as the other woman lay like an offering below her. 

Agatha looked down the length of her body, as she leant on her right hand. Her left landing on the other woman's toned stomach. She lowered herself to lie between her legs and felt a hand pulling down on the back of her head. 

They were kissing again. Deeper this time. Like there was nothing between them. 

It's really come to this. You're going to pay to fuck this girl, just to try and feel something. Degenerate. Then her hand was being moved up to cup the younger woman's breast. There was a whine into her mouth when her fingers brushed the nipple, and her stomach clenched again, harder this time. She broke away.

“How old are you?” She asked before she could stop herself, moving her hand up to the other woman's chest, almost possessively.

“What? Why?” Brown eyes sparkled with that annoying sense of mischief again, and she wanted it gone.

“Because I want to know just how much of a creep I should feel right now.” The dismissive chuckle that followed, tested her further.

“It's not the biggest age gap I've ever had with someone.” She offered, causing her to snap.

“I don't care. This isn't about anybody else you let fuck you. This is about me.” Her hand pushed the other woman down into the mattress. “I just want to know this one thing about you.” When it came out as a plea, a look of acceptance came over the younger woman's face.

“I'm thirty three.” She closed her eyes as the information sank in, and heard the other woman laugh again. “Considering what you do for a living, you're very easily scandalised, aren't you?” Her eyes opened and fixed the younger woman with a glare.

“Don't assume that I'm anything like my clients.” She spat, making it clear that she didn't appreciate the comparison.

“Oh, so it's about superiority. You're the girl from nowhere, and now you have everyone's secrets. All that power.”

“Shut up.” It was less commanding than she wanted it to be. 

“That's what you need, isn't it. You feed off it.”

“What am I? A parasite?” She half joked.

“I'm sure it's symbiotic. They get what they need, don't they? And life's all about the give and take.” Miss Black covered the hand that was still pinning her down, with her own. “It's fun, isn't it, getting down in the dirt with the rest of us?” She started guiding the older woman's hand down her body. “Now you're here, you might as well take what you want.” She whispered as Agatha's hand met with her clothed pussy. 

The groan that left Agatha's mouth was unholy, as she dropped her head to rest on a delicate shoulder. The younger woman was soaked through and she couldn't help but cup her hand, pushing her fingers upwards, in a desperate attempt to feel more. 

Two hands cradled her face, lifting it into the other woman's view. “Don't get too lost up there baby.” Brown eyes glanced up to her forehead before locking back onto her blue ones. “It's still just you and me here.” Unconsciously, she inhaled deeply, nodding as she let it back out, much more relaxed. 

Her hand began moving up and down, stroking her through the ruined underwear. She watched Miss Black's swollen lips let out a series of sweet little whimpers. She needed to hear less talking, and more of that, she thought. Remembering the reaction from earlier, she lowered her mouth to one of the soft breasts on display. Sure enough, whimpers turned into a full moan, as she sucked the bud into her mouth.

“You've done that before.” The other woman teased before groaning again.

“I wouldn't pay two grand for something I didn't know I liked.” Agatha stated, looking back up.

“Curiosity can be a powerful thing.” Her eyes sparkled, still smiling too much. “Wait, last I checked, we were only at eighteen hundred. Am I getting a tip?”

“How much for you to shut up?” She asked, the frustration once again getting to her. 

“Oh, baby, if you want me to be quiet, you're gonna have to make me.” Miss Black challenged, eyes turning darker.

A switch flicked somewhere inside. 

“Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” Her voice was unrecognisable as her hands pulled down the strip of material still in her way, before returning to where they had been. One, pinned the younger woman down at the chest, while the other, went back between her legs. She leant her weight back on her heels, watching her fingers slide through slick folds. 

“Fuck.” The younger woman whispered from below her, getting her attention up to hooded eyes. Agatha pushed down on her chest and swiped the fingers of her other hand up to her clit, applying deliberate pressure. She watched Miss Black squirm under her and hum in pleasure.

“Nothing to say?” She asked, drawing one slow circle around the tender bud. When all she got back was a shake of the head and a hard swallow, she felt a satisfied smile take over her face, and moved her fingers back down to her entrance. Warm and soft. Inviting. “Is this what you want?” The younger woman nodded, another whine slipping from her mouth.

Slowly but forcefully, she pushed two fingers inside her and let them sink into the heat she found there. Whatever noise Miss Black was trying to make, it got stuck in her throat. Agatha watched brown eyes roll back as she slid out and back in again, pushing further and curling them slightly upwards. She repeated the motion a few times, moving her other hand back to play with a pert breast. She's really letting you take what you want. She's yours, right now. An uncomfortable feeling ran through her, and she realised she was getting angry. You can't stand how free she is, how willing to give herself over. 

“Agatha.” The strangled moan from the other woman brought her focus back to what she was doing. Suddenly unhappy with the amount of distance between them, she put her right hand down next to Miss Black's head and leaned over her, never stopping her other hand's movement. Taking in the other woman's face for a second, she found only pleasure, but still she wanted to check in.

“Is this okay?”

There was a chuckle and a nod, then a whisper.

“More?” She begged and Agatha found herself unable to deny her. With the next thrust, she added a third finger and was rewarded with a guttural sound. She slowed her movements, allowing Miss Black to stretch around her. Fuck, she feels amazing. 

When she was able to, she began curling her fingers upwards again, rubbing over the spongy area deep inside her. The noises from the woman below her became high pitched, even as her breathing stayed level. She watched, intrigued, as the younger woman got closer to her climax. 

“I’m gonna cum.” She warned, eyes nothing but black circles.

“Do it.” Agatha instructed, pushing down hard on the spot she had been massaging. “Cum for me sweetheart.” She noticed that the pet name didn't come out sarcastically this time. A flood of moisture bathed her hand as she again started to curl her fingers, gentler this time, bringing her down. Miss Black didn't say anything, only allowing occasional whimpers to escape, as the aftershocks hit her. She lay, looking up at the older woman with a satisfied smirk.

Agatha slowly pulled her fingers out, and before she realised, they were in her mouth. Her eyes closed involuntarily at the taste. Sweet. Salty. Sour. And then sweet again. She needed more. She needed everything this woman would give her. Without giving her anytime to recover, she slid down her body until her mouth was hovering over Miss Black's weeping cunt. She glanced up, only to find the smirk still there, before lowering her tongue and slowly licking up her slit. Then she flattened her tongue, repeating the action a few more times, enjoying the sounds coming from above her. Expertly, she pushed her tongue inside the other woman, swirling it around as much as she could. The younger woman was sensitive, but evidently happy to receive the attention. She felt two hands grab at her hair, and sighed as blunt nails worked against her scalp. Refocusing, she moved her tongue up to circle her clit. After a couple of laps, the hands in her hair pulled harder and she sucked the pulsing nub between her lips. It didn't take long for the other woman to come again, her soft groans filling the room.

Her head was then pulled back up, their lips meeting fiercely. She let her body melt down into the other woman, as fingers trailed down her back. When she felt the kiss slow down, Agatha broke away. Miss Black smiled up at her warmly, and she allowed her head to be guided down onto the other woman's chest, closing her eyes and letting the thumping of her heartbeat fill her ears. It was steady but strong. A calmness washed over her as fingers carded through her hair, the other hand resting at the base of her spine. After a few minutes, she was so relaxed that the sudden sound of the other woman's voice almost startled her.

“You okay?” She inquired softly. All she gave in return was a nod. “Want me to give you a massage?”

Agatha lifted her head again, resting it on her right hand. Her left hand was back on her sternum, rubbing small circles. She still didn't say anything, but looked at her quizzically. Miss Black smiled at her. “I promise it'll be more satisfying than your last one.” Her eyes had that annoying sparkle again.

She scoffed. “Prove it.”

“You'll have to take this off.” She pulled on the silk robe and Agatha sat up quickly to remove it.

The younger woman bit on her bottom lip, briefly, before speaking again. “You'll need to lie face down. Is that okay?”

Oh, right. “You can keep your head to one side.” She offered with that patient smile, pushing a stray hair behind Agatha's ear. “And you can always red light, anytime.” She couldn't stop the eye roll. “Can you trust me?”

She could. She didn't quite understand why, but she did trust her. With another nod, she positioned herself down on her stomach, next to Miss Black, with both arms under a pillow. Her eyes never left the other woman's face. Once again, her hair was pushed behind her ear, before the weight on the bed shifted. The younger woman was soon straddling the backs of her thighs, her wet core now resting on her ass. She shuddered at the sensation, moaning when Miss Black leant over towards the nightstand in her line of vision, pushing their bodies together even more. 

The younger woman retrieved some sort of jar, and sat back on her heels. “I'm just going to move this, okay baby.” She said as she began pushing Agatha's hair off of her shoulders, to expose her back. With her weight on one hand, she ran a single finger down the older woman's spine. The noise she made in response, should have been embarrassing, but Agatha found herself not caring.

After the lid of the jar popped off, she smelt the unmistakable scent of coconut oil. 

“Let me know how my pressure is.” Miss Black said, rubbing the oil into hands until it melted. All she could do was moan though, as confident hands pushed down on her back. They worked methodically from the base of her spine, up. Alternating from small, determined circles with her thumbs, to powerful palms, she worked the sore flesh. “How are we doing?” She asked, and Agatha couldn't stop the smile.

“We're good.” She hummed. And she was, until the younger woman's hands reached her shoulders. She groaned in discomfort as she rubbed a particularly tender spot.

“I’m sorry.” The hands stopped their work, but stayed on her back.

“It's okay. That's been there a while.”

“Want me to stop?” She heard the worried tone.

“No, it's okay.” She reassured. “Just, not so hard, I guess.” 

When her hands started moving again, they were gentle but deliberate. They worked at the knot for a few minutes, and just when it was getting too much, they switched to the other side. A relief washed over her body and she heard herself say two words. “Thank you.”

That damn chuckle rang out above her, causing her to roll her eyes, yet again. “My pleasure.” She whispered into her ear. The sound reverberated inside her head and she relaxed further. Eventually Miss Black worked her hands back down, until they were at the top of her butt. The weight above her moved further down her body, before coconut oil covered hands started working on one cheek. 

“You're doing so good, baby.” She praised, pushing down slightly harder, causing a groan. It hurt in a way that felt good. Then she switched to the other cheek giving it the same attention, her thumbs rolling over tight flesh. After a while though, it stopped hurting completely. She realised that the strokes had not only become far softer against her skin, but had started to move lower. She let out a contented hum when they reached the tops of her thighs. “You like that, huh?” The other woman asked before sliding her weight to the side, coming to lie on Agatha's left, with one hand back on her ass. When their eyes met, she squeezed slightly, causing the older woman to smile up at her. “Want me to keep going?”

When all she did was nod in reply, she received a light spank and a look that told her what she needed to do. She closed her eyes for a second in protest, only for the hand to come down on her ass again, harder this time and she let out a whine. She fixed her eyes back onto the other woman.

“I want you to keep going.” She pushed out through gritted teeth.

“Good girl.” And with that, fingers were gliding down the curve of her ass, and running over her folds.

“Fuck you.” She tried to sound threatening.

“That's not very nice, when I'm about to give you exactly what you need.”

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“That's not very nice, when I'm about to give you exactly what you need.” Her fingers slid back up and over one butt cheek.

“Well, that's a big promise.” She challenged, her mind focused on the pressure on her back, as it ran up to the base of her neck. A sudden tingle shot through her spine, all the way down to her toes, and she exhaled with a deep sigh.

“Have I let you down so far?” The younger woman asked, moving closer and lying down so that their faces were mirrored. As their eyes locked, the fingers on her neck started drawing an infinity symbol back and forth, across her spine, like a spell.

Annoyingly, she had to admit that the answer was no. The other woman’s cocky attitude was warranted. She shook her head, as best as she could in her current position, and met Miss Black's smile with a glare.

“Exactly.” She replied, unfazed, trailing her hand back down. If she noticed the shudder that overtook Agatha, she didn't make a comment. When her hand stopped at the bottom of her spine, and the palm pressed down in a show of comfort, she refocused on brown eyes. There was a seriousness on the other woman's face that she had not seen up to yet.

“What's wrong?” She asked, starting to tense up.

The hand was suddenly on her face, the thumb running back and forth rhythmically. The smell of coconut filled her nose.

“Nothings wrong baby.” The younger woman reassured her. “I wanna ask you to do something for me, but if you're not comfortable, that's fine.”

“Okay.” She replied, her voice small.

“The most important thing is that you're okay, okay?”

“Okay.” She said again, this time with a hint of impatience, and Miss Black's hand returned to the bottom of her back.

“Can you face the other way for me?” She asked gently.

Agatha's eyes widened briefly in realisation. She wants to be behind you. “If you don't want to, just say.”

The older woman swallowed. After a few seconds she turned her head slowly into the pillow and around to face the opposite way. Before she could try and settle on her own, soft fingers were running through her hair and pushing it behind her ear. She felt the other woman push against her, and grab her left hand under the pillow. Their fingers were entwined and bodies molded together. Lips were behind her ear.

“Breathe with me.” She whispered, and Agatha felt their bodies move together as they inhaled and exhaled a few times. The hand that wasn't in hers, moved down her uncovered side, all the way to her hip, and then further down till it stopped on the back of her right thigh. “Bend this for me.” Came the quiet instruction, and she soon lifted her knee up the mattress, allowing her leg to be guided until it was perpendicular to the rest of her body, and bent at the knee. After a second, she realised how exposed she had become, pulling her free hand down towards her chest. The younger woman lifted her own leg to duplicate her position, covering Agatha's core with her thigh. “Can you give me a colour?”

She inhaled again and considered her situation. There was a level of intimacy between them that she had not expected. The younger woman covered her, and held her so close that they might be one body alone.

What are you doing? How did she get you in this position?

She thought for a second about calling red, just to re-establish some control, but she didn't really want to. Her brain felt soft and fuzzy in a way she couldn't remember ever enjoying before. She wanted to believe that this woman was going to look after her. To take care of her.

“Agatha?” The voice behind her ear pushed.

“Green.” She said definitively and the other woman didn't question her, simply moving her free hand back down Agatha's thigh until it stopped just where her leg met her core, and began rubbing small circles. She let out a groan, and then another when the hand slipped between them, and flattened against her cunt, applying just enough pressure to make itself known. Meanwhile, Miss Black kissed her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

“Try and stay nice and relaxed for me baby. Remember, it's a massage.” With that she gave the hand in hers one last squeeze and released it. Kissing the bare skin of Agatha's back, she moved down a little, but remained close. She could feel hard nipples press against her and closed her eyes at the thought that the younger woman was turned on by this too. 

The hand between their bodies pushed down a little harder and started to move in circles against her, but it wasn't enough to get her anywhere. After a few minutes, her impatience was building again.

“I have an issue with your pressure.” Her voice came out breathy and weak. She wasn't surprised when the other woman chuckled in response. Apparently she found Agatha endlessly amusing, which should have pissed her off, but she was beginning to enjoy the sound.

“What's the rush?” The older woman felt a smile on the lips pressing into her spine, if only for a moment. “You don't need to worry about anything. Just enjoy the feeling.” 

When she focused on the sensation between her legs, she hummed in agreement, and felt fingers push in and slide up the outside of her folds. They briefly traced her entrance before spreading her open and moving back down. A quick graze of her clit had her twitching under the weight of the other woman, who seemed content to simply repeat the process, over and over.

You're letting her claim every inch of you. She's toying with you like you're just her plaything. And you're paying for this. Pathetic.

“You're tensing up baby.” Miss Black’s voice cut through her thoughts, her fingers pulling away slightly.

“Sorry.” She said quickly and tried to ignore the voice in her head, relaxing again and letting the weight of the other woman comfort her.

“You don't need to be sorry Agatha. Are you okay?” Her voice was too kind. A sudden tear threatened to fall and she quickly wiped it away before it was noticeable.

“I’m okay, just need to stop thinking.” She barely recognised her own voice.

The younger woman moved her hand away completely but her whine of protest was met with the feeling of a soft thigh slowly pushing against her again, harder this time. Before she could stop herself, she pushed herself down to meet it. The hand that had been between her legs grabbed the one lying in front of her face, as she moved back up to lie fully behind her again, with her left hand back under the pillow, and holding her forearm.

“You're doing so well, baby.” Her voice came soft but commanding. 

She bit her lip when she noticed how wet the other woman's fingers were. She imagined sucking on them, and her hips rolled of their own accord. Without much more thought, she pulled them towards her mouth, meeting no resistance. As they slipped past her lips, she tasted herself. It brought her back to their kiss after she had redlighted earlier, and the soft, fuzzy feeling overtook her again. She sucked on them harder, and Miss Black made no effort to stop her, until she could feel fingertips at the back of her throat. “Careful, baby.” She said it with something that almost sounded like pride, causing Agatha's neck to tingle again. She pulled the digits out of her mouth and the older woman made a disappointed noise. What was happening to her?

However, when she thought she heard the other woman moan, and, suddenly, the fingers were back at her lips, she stopped caring. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward, only to feel a firm grasp on her chin.

“You want my fingers in your mouth?” She nodded, still in Miss Black's clutches, before they gently traced across her lips. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, at the thought of having to ask, but the other woman didn't push. “Okay baby,” The body behind her shifted to lie further across her back, grounding her. “Just relax and open your mouth for me.”

Agatha let her body soften, the side of her face pressing into her pillow. When her mouth obediently opened, it was filled again, with long, straight fingers. “Don't suck on them just yet. Wait for me.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she let Miss Black fuck her mouth. Her only thought was to remind herself to breathe through her nose as the digits slid in and out, pushing down a little on her tongue, but never going as far back as she had taken them before. She felt saliva build up in her mouth to the point that it started to spill slightly past her lips, and she was finally given permission to suck. She immediately did as she was told. “I think we've found how to turn your brain off.” The younger woman said with a thick voice, lifting her head up onto her hand to watch her. “I wonder if it's because you're tasting yourself, or if you just like having something to suck on.” Agatha wasn't sure herself. “But right now, I'm mostly wondering if your cunt is as soft as your mouth.” She whined around the other woman's fingers as they were once again removed. They were then back between their bodies, and drawing circles around her entrance. “Is this what you want, baby?” When she nodded in reply, Miss Black spoke again, this time with encouragement. “Come on Agatha, use your words.” 

She could only manage to say one.

“Please?” It came out strained. 

Desperate whore.

The thought left her head as quickly as it had entered, as two fingers pushed inside her, and started moving slowly, in and out.

“How long has it been, Agatha? Since someone fucked you properly.” The older woman groaned in reply. “More than a few weeks, I'm guessing. Has it been more than a month?”

Agatha knew from the other woman's tone that she wanted an answer. 

“Five.” She forced out.

“Five weeks?” She tried to get away with just shaking her head, but Miss Black pulled her fingers almost all the way out, and clearly had no intention of continuing until she got what she wanted. 

“Months.” 

The other woman moaned as she filled her again.

“Oh, poor baby.” She started moving her hand again and kissing her shoulder. “You deserve better than that.”

Agatha waited for her brain to respond. For the voice to snarl out something about not deserving anything. It never came though. She was light and warm. Instead, the other woman’s voice filtered through.

“Say it, Agatha.”

“Say what?” She had completely forgotten what they were talking about. 

“Say that you deserve better.” It was the voice that meant there was no arguing, but everything inside her fought against the pull to repeat the phrase. This woman doesn't know you, her brain eventually chipped in, she doesn't know what you deserve.

As if she could hear her, the younger woman moved back behind her ear, and slowly pushed her fingers as far as they could go inside her, causing a deep groan to fall from Agatha's mouth. 

“You don't really have to say anything you don't want to. You know that right?” 

All she could feel was the fullness between her legs and the closeness of their bodies. Their skin was damp from their activities and was starting to stick together slightly. 

“Baby, if you need to stop-”

“I deserve better.” She interrupted, and she felt Miss Black smile against her cheek.

“My good girl deserves everything.” The hips behind her started rolling up and down. “You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?” She hated how much the praise was getting to her, but couldn't stop herself from wanting more of it. “Aren't you, Agatha?”

“I’m your good girl.” Her head buzzed and her stomach started to pull.

So much for your dignity.

But then she was empty again and hands grabbed her hips as the other woman moved off of her. 

“I was good.” She whimpered in protest. The hands rubbed circles on either side of her pelvis.

“You’ve been so good, baby. Just do one more thing for me. Get up on your knees.” She directed and Agatha soon found herself following the movement of her hands, until she was leaning her weight into her shoulders. Her ass was pulled even higher into the air. She didn't care, too desperate to be filled again. 

Miss Black didn't tease anymore, and soon pushed two fingers back inside her, more forcefully than she had up to this point. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” She cooed sweetly, even as she set a fierce pace. When the older woman had no coherent response, she continued. “You're so cute, all fucked out of your head.” She began applying pressure downwards with each thrust, and Agatha was pulled closer to the edge. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” As she spoke, her free hand snaked around her body and between her legs. With barely a flick over her clit, her vision went white and her body convulsed. She wasn't sure how much time passed, but she continued to twitch uncontrollably until she collapsed onto the mattress, as strong hands guided her back down. She hadn't noticed when they had left her core, the sensations were too overwhelming.

Her brain couldn't form a single thought. She felt like she was floating, like she wasn't really there. The realisation made her smile.

“That's what I like to see.” The other woman said as she returned to her previous position, lying behind her limp body. “You deserve to smile, Agatha.” She wrapped an arm around her, as she spoke, and held her close. After a few minutes, her voice came through again. “I'm going to grab a few things, but I'm not leaving the bed, okay?”

Agatha nodded, exhausted, and felt the other woman move, but her weight stayed right behind her. Briefly, she wondered what was about to happen. She knew that she couldn't take anymore. She forced her vision to focus on what was being placed in front of her. A water bottle and an open packet of wet wipes. “As soon as you can sit up, I want you to drink some water.” She watched as one hand pulled out a wipe. “I'm going to run us a bath soon, to clean up properly. This is just so you're not uncomfortable now, okay?” She almost argued, wanting to attend to herself but the words never came. She had nothing left to give, so she nodded instead and closed her eyes. The noise she made when the cloth came into contact with her, was like nothing she had made before. “I'm sorry baby, I know it's cold.”

“It's okay.” She had finally found some words but she could also feel herself wanting to flee. The regret that usually came from being overly exposed started to clamour up her chest. She tried to fight it. Tried to stay where everything was soft and fuzzy and warm. The other woman's voice pulled her back firmly to the feeling of safety.

“Can I get you anything else? A snack? Or a cigarette? What do you need?” The hand was running up and down her back again.

“I could go for a smoke.”

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“I could go for a smoke.” She was still staring forward.

“Okay baby, sit up for me?” She asked, with a gentle squeeze on her butt cheek, before she sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

Agatha followed her, grabbing the water and sitting against the headboard too. As she took a sip, the other woman spread a blanket across both of them. It was a forest green and crocheted, clashing with the modern black and white aesthetic of the rest of the apartment. She watched as Miss Black opened the draw to the nightstand and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small black ashtray, placing them all in her lap. Agatha took another sip and reapplied the cap. Meanwhile, the other woman brought a cigarette up to her lips, and clicked the lighter. She closed her eyes and took the first puff, checking it was lit, before passing it over. The older woman took it with her left hand, and took a long drag. Her shoulders relaxed as she flicked some of the burnt end into the ashtray. 

“Might as well add to the list of vices for today.” She let her eyes glance towards the younger woman, and saw her grabbing a cigarette for herself.

“What else is on there?” Miss Black asked around the stick between her teeth, before lighting it and taking a far longer drag than with the first one. When Agatha didn't respond, she pushed. “Is it just having sex, or the part where you're paying me?” She asked casually. There was a pause before she tried again. “It's not still the age gap, is it?”

She turned to her right, fixing the younger woman with a hard stare. “It's a rich tapestry.”

“You haven't done anything to be ashamed of Agatha.” She could tell from the other woman's eyes that she was being genuine.

“That's easy for you to say.” She responded, looking down at the cigarette before taking another hit.

“You know, I have some clients who grew up religious…”

“We don't need to talk about this. It's none of your business.” She interrupted, her tone cold and unyielding.

“I appreciate that, I really do, but I need to make sure that you're okay.” Miss Black remained kind, which only grated on her further.

She shook her head. “I'm fine.” 

That's when fingers ran through her hair, clearing it from her face. Unconsciously, she leant into the touch.

“I see you, Agatha. You go somewhere.” She turned quickly, hoping her expression would be enough to shut the other woman up. She should have known that it wouldn't be. The younger woman rested her cigarette in the ashtray, and moved her hand to Agatha's sternum. “There were a couple of times there, where you disappeared on me. I don't need to know where you go but it's clearly nowhere nice.” She tried to turn away again, but the hand came up to her face. She felt pressure on her cheek and followed the direction, until she was looking into brown eyes. “So moving forward, I need to know I'm not doing anything to push you towards that place. I'm sorry but we’re going to have to debrief a little before I can agree to another session.”

She pulled her head out of Miss Black's hold.

“What if I don't want another session?”

The other woman rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, before her expression changed to one of fake seriousness. She picked up her cigarette again, her eyes sparkling behind the glow as she inhaled.

“Then I'll see you in another five months. We'll just have this conversation then.” The challenge struck Agatha in the chest. 

How desperate are you? 

She didn't respond, but just looked down into her lap. She felt the body next to her move close enough to bump her shoulder. “This is the part where you say ‘fuck you’.” It was said with a smile and a hint of concern. She looked around to face the other woman but there was no fight left in her.

“Fuck you.” She spoke with little passion before taking a final drag and stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray.

The other woman did the same, as an uncomfortable feeling settled between them. She moved the black dish back to the nightstand before turning to lie back down on her left side, so that she was looking up at the older woman. Her hand grabbed Agatha's right one, and started rubbing circles over the back of it, with her thumb. Agatha didn't stop her. 

“You like touch.” She glanced down at their conjoined hands before meeting blue eyes again. Her voice was soft. “It helps right?”

The older woman nodded reluctantly.

“Is this okay? Do I need to be gentler?”

Agatha let out a humourless laugh and shook her head.

“You're too nice as it is.” She revealed.

“Really? I thought I was doing a pretty good job of pissing you off.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She twisted her wrist around to hold the younger woman's hand in hers. “But I know it's just a game. I've been in sales long enough. You talk to the customer in a language they understand. You're encouraging me to be combative because you know that's how I'm comfortable.” Their eyes met and there was no argument, just that patient smile.

“So explain ‘too nice’ to me.” Miss Black prompted, while bringing their hands to her mouth, to then begin kissing Agatha's knuckles. She was still looking up at the older woman, even as her lips danced over the tense joints.

Agatha squeezed her hand but didn't try to take it back.

“This. All the checking in and…” The words caught in her throat. “Acting like this.”

“Like what?” She pushed 

“Like I'm something delicate and precious.” 

Brown eyes tracked over her, her mouth open as she considered her with a confused look. Then a dark smile overtook her face.

“Okay Agatha.” The younger woman sat back up level with her, pulling her hand from Agatha's and pushing it against her chest. When Agatha relaxed a little, the hand came up and around her throat, holding her firmly. “If it's what you want, I can be rougher.” She squeezed and pushed her back into the headboard, holding her gaze. Her voice dropped. “I can degrade you, call you all sorts of awful things, slap you around even.” Agatha involuntarily moaned and nodded. The hand moved further up her neck until she was swallowing against it. “I can make the last five minutes of today look like a Disney cartoon. It won't change the fact that what you responded to most, was touching.” She released her grip on Agatha's neck, sliding her hand back to her sternum, daring her not to react as she had previously. “Kissing.” Her lips ghosted the side of her mouth and Agatha used all the strength she had to resist the pull. “And praise.” She whispered like it was their secret, but the older woman still blushed and looked away. 

“God, I sound pathetic.” She spat.

“No, you sound human.” When that didn't help, Miss Black continued. “Or is that the problem?” She still didn't respond. “Why can't Agatha Harkness be human?” She casually wondered aloud, starting to run her fingers through her dark hair. Agatha tried to respond with something sharp, but found that her throat began to restrict and tears were suddenly running down her face.

Pathetic.

“Hey, it's okay Agatha.” Her face was quickly in the other woman's hands, thumbs wiping away the tears. Agatha caught up to herself and released a sob, before her head was manoeuvred so that they could hold each other’s gaze. “Red light, okay? It's okay. We don't have to keep going right now.” She started shaking and the younger woman gathered her up in her arms. She collapsed into her hold. ”Agatha, I need you to listen to me. Are you listening?” The calmness of her voice and the grip on the back of her neck grounded her quickly. “Agatha?” She nodded, still unable to speak, and buried her face into the crook of the other woman's neck. “It's still just you and me here. I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you while you're with me, okay?” The hand not in her hair started moving up and down her spine forcefully and she let out a groan and shuddered, before relaxing significantly. She was almost limp again as lips moved to her forehead. “Breathe with me baby.” She almost missed the instruction, it was said so softly, but she was soon taking synchronised breaths with the other woman, collapsing further into her until their bodies were pressed firmly together. “We don't have to talk anymore about this today. I promise. I just want you to know that there's no shame in wanting, and enjoying, anything we’ve done today. Especially if it's only for a couple of hours a week. You can still be queen bitch the rest of the time.” Her voice got lighter towards the end of her statement, causing Agatha to smile. She realised that the soft, fuzzy feeling had returned, if a little muted compared to earlier. It felt almost like an aftershock. The word slipped out of her mouth before she could register it.

“Weak.”

The hand that held the back of her head, squeezed before releasing her slowly, and she sobbed again.

“If you feel weak, let me get you something to eat.” Her voice was a little more urgent, as she moved to lay the older woman back against the headboard. Agatha stayed upright, resisting her efforts with sudden strength.

“No.” She said defiantly, causing the other woman to stop. However when she started to pull away, she wouldn't let her do that either. With no other option, she pulled Agatha back against her.

She took a couple of deep breaths. All she could smell was Miss Black's scent. It was perfect. This was perfect. Being held like this was…

Well, almost perfect.

“I need to know what you know about me.” She said into the younger woman's neck.

“What?” She allowed herself to be moved this time, when her head was lifted back up.

“I get that I can't know too much about you, that keeps us both safe.” She paused to wipe her face free of tears. “Not knowing what you know about me is too much of an imbalance, though. I don't know where my guard should be. It's too much power.” The words tumbled out quickly.

Miss Black took in what she had said, and once again looked her over.

“Okay.” She shrugged.

“Okay?”

“If that's what you need.” She shrugged again and Agatha nodded in reply. Her face returned to the kind and patient smile that, Agatha realised in that moment, she had missed. “Do you want to have this conversation in the bath? Or do you just want to shower?” 

“I think,” She stopped and actually let herself consider it. “I think I’d like a bath.” She whispered.

“Then let's have a bath.” The younger woman said easily, pushing hair behind Agatha's ear. “Are you okay waiting here for a few minutes while I run it, or do you want to come with me?”

“Not taking the ‘too nice’ note, then.” She had found her snark but couldn't stop the smile. The other woman just smiled back. “Give me a couple of minutes?”

“Of course baby.” Miss Black dropped a kiss on the side of her head as she moved to get off the bed. “Just shout if you need me.” On her way around the bed she leant down and grabbed her robe from the floor. “You can wear this if you want.” She threw it on the bed and met her eyes with that mischievous look. “Unless all the appeal was in not being allowed.” Her face turned serious. “In which case, I forbid you to wear that.” She finished with a wink and Agatha smiled again as she watched her leave the room. She leant back on the headboard and pulled the blanket over her chest. Sinking down into the pillows a little further, she heard the bathroom door close and then the running of water. She tried to take stock of herself but wasn't sure what she found. The younger woman was right, of course, she did want to do this again. Or something like it. 

And you take what you want, don't you Agatha?

She shook her head and tried to settle in the bed.

After a few minutes, a toilet flushed. Then the door opened again and her voice came from down the hall.

“I'm getting some stuff from the kitchen, so the bathroom's free if you want it.”

She uncovered herself and reached for the robe.

By the time she reopened the bathroom door to let Miss Black in, the bath was almost full. The room smelt of lavender and bergamot as the late afternoon light danced through frosted glass. When she pulled on the door, she was met with a still naked Miss Black, holding a bowl in one hand and her recently opened water bottle.

“I have more cigarettes in there too,” She nodded into the room. “If you want another one.” She shrugged as she walked past. After putting the items in her hands down on the shelf at the back of the bath, she checked the temperature and hummed approvingly to herself, before turning off the faucet. Reaching into a cupboard she retrieved another trio of cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray, this time a dark purple one. They were placed next to the bowl that, Agatha now noticed, had a mix of pretzels, MandMs, cashews, and what looked like some kind of dried fruit.

The younger woman got her attention by taking her face in her hands and delivering a delicate kiss on her lips. 

“You okay?” She nodded, before pulling the other woman back towards her and returning the kiss. When they broke again, she spoke. “Want me to get in? If not, I might need to borrow this.” She plucked at the shoulder of the silk robe.

Agatha shook her head and reconnected their lips one more time before whispering. “Get in.”

“Yes ma'am.” 

She watched as Miss Black climbed in with practiced ease, lowering herself into the water. Then she glanced from one end of the bath to the other.

“Dealer's choice.” The other woman said calmly. “Which way do you want to sit?”

She didn't reply, just removing the robe and stepping in with her back facing the other woman, and then started to sit down. Hands were soon on her hips, helping to guide her between her legs. Agatha didn't sit back immediately, instead taking a few breaths.

She saw the other woman grab something out of the corner of her eye, before leaning forward to wrap an arm around her, and a hair tie appeared. She took it and threw her hair up into a bun as the younger woman took one and put hers in a loose ponytail. When she still didn't press back, fingers started dancing over her spine. She let the sensation take her over and closed her eyes, dipping her head forward to stretch her neck. Turning, she took in the items sitting on the shelf next to them and the fingers turned into a firm palm against her skin.

“You should eat something Agatha. Today has been a lot. You could probably do with some sugar.” Her voice was patient and encouraging. 

The older woman reached over and grabbed a pretzel without any more thought. The explosion of saltiness on her tongue caused her to smile and she quickly went for another. Her hand was suddenly slapped away playfully and she looked indignantly over her shoulder.

“You just told me to eat.” She complained.

Miss Black sat up to push her chest against the older woman's back. Her right arm snaked around, landing at the base of her throat. Her other hand grabbed a pretzel as lips pressed against her cheek. The gentleness contrasted with the hold on her neck and she couldn't stop her reaction.

The other woman chuckled before moving her lips to her ear.

“Let me?” She asked, bringing the snack to Agatha's mouth for her. 

The older woman soon opened her mouth and took the offered pretzel. As she started chewing, the pressure on her throat increased for a second, guiding her to lean back until she was lying against Miss Black's chest, with her head over her right shoulder. Fingers slid off of her throat and up into her hair, tugging lightly at the strands that were already escaping the hair tie. She swallowed and watched as the other hand went back to the bowl.

“How do we feel about Apricot?” 

“I don't have any particular feelings.” She shrugged with a relaxed smile, and a piece of the dried fruit was brought to her lips. She lifted her head to take it, purposely letting her tongue graze the other woman's fingers. Hearing her moan made the fruit even sweeter, but still she wanted to get back on task.

“Are you trying to distract me?” She asked, mostly in an attempt to push things along. 

“No, I'm trying to make sure we don't undo all the good work we just did, getting you relaxed.” She replied, reaching for a cashew and popping it into her own mouth. “But we can start if you want. Am I just supposed to list things I know about you? Or do you have specific questions?”

The younger woman grabbed a cigarette and lit it while she waited for a reply. After she had one hit, Agatha reached for it, only for her to be once again admonished with a tap to her hand. She got the hint and settled back down against her chest, looking up with sparkling blue eyes. Miss Black smiled and moved the stick to her lips as she had with the food. Without touching it, Agatha held it in her mouth for a second while she inhaled, before letting the other woman take it back so she could breathe out. 

“Start listing things and I'll let you know if I have follow up questions.” 

“Okay.” The younger woman took another drag and rested it in the ashtray, before picking up a couple of MandMs and dropping them into Agatha's mouth. “You know, I don't research my clients as some sort of power move, right? I just want to know who I'm getting involved with.” She explained.

“Yeah, I get that. That's not the issue. Just start listing.” Agatha said, once again growing impatient. The other woman quickly presented her with another pretzel. She rolled her eyes but took it with no further comment.

“You went to community college straight after highschool and majored in Marketing and Communications.” Miss Black started and the older woman let herself relax so she could focus. “After graduation you moved to New York and interned at a fancy ad agency.” She paused to get herself some more snacks. “A few years later you got into Columbia Law School. You passed the bar and worked at a couple of corporate law firms, before starting Harkness Solutions ten years ago.” She reached for the cigarette again and took a drag. Agatha turned her head and ran her nose up the column of her neck.

“Can I?” She asked, almost sweetly.

“Of course baby.” The younger woman said happily and let her take another one too. “At some point you married Ralph ‘Boner’ Scratch. A move I'm guessing was strategic given his family's political connections.”

Agatha laughed. “You could even say symbiotic.”

When she heard the other woman chuckle, her heart skipped a little and she didn't try to fight the smile.

“You just had to deal with the infidelity.” The fingers in her hair pressed against her scalp and began slowly rubbing small circles. She tipped her head more to the right and lips were soon trailing up and down her jaw.

“It went both ways. He just sucked at being discreet about it.”

“Not one for monogamy either, huh?” She asked, pulling away from Agatha a little, to get some more candy and fruit. Her other hand still cradled the side of the older woman's head.

“Depends on the situation, I guess, but it's not something we ever promised each other.” She replied, her left hand coming up to play with the baby hairs that hadn't made it into the younger woman's ponytail.

“Well if that wasn't the issue, why’d you split?”

“When did we agree that you could ask questions?”

“Sorry.” The younger woman responded with a smile, before letting silence fill the room. Unusually, Agatha found herself wanting to fill it. 

“We never loved one another, Ralph and I, but we liked each other. There was an understanding. When that started to become strained, we agreed that some kind of functional relationship was better than holding on to the point where we hated each other.” 

“For your son?” 

There it is.

She tensed slightly and soft lips were back on her jaw.

“It’s okay, Agatha. It doesn't have to change anything.”

She pulled herself out of her hold, sitting back up. The other woman didn't push, just rubbing circles with her right palm, where her back met the waterline.

“I thought you probably knew. It's just weird to hear you say it.” She stretched her neck, moving her head to one side and then the other. “I'm sure you have other clients with kids, right?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Yeah, like half, probably.” Miss Black confirmed. “I've seen one of them through two pregnancies.”

She turned again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It's not a big deal.” She felt brave enough to start moving her hand up and down her spine. Agatha started taking deep breaths. “And your being here has no effect on who you are as a mother.”

“What do you know about him?” She didn't mean for it to come out as harshly as it did. 

“Full name, date of birth, and school.” She said quickly. “I know that you and Ralph share the tuition as part of a seemingly amicable custody arrangement.” The pressure on her back switched from a palm to a finger, counting up and down her vertebrae. “And I know your address, so…” She trailed off a little awkwardly. “We can pretend he doesn't exist when you're here, if you want, or you can tell me all about him.” She explained in her casual tone. “These sessions are about you. Whatever you need.” 

“So I get another session?” She cursed herself for sounding so hopeful, and reached for the cigarette. The younger woman didn't stop her, sitting up and resting her head on Agatha's shoulder. She brought her left arm around to take the cigarette out of her mouth as she exhaled. 

“Do you want another session?” She asked, before taking a puff.

“What else do you know?”

“About your son? Nothing. I don't need to know any more.”

“And about me?”

Miss Black took a deep breath before continuing.

“I have a good idea of your net worth, excluding anything you've got hidden abroad.” She paused, then continued in a gentler tone. “I know that there's no father's name on your birth certificate, and that your mother has donated a lot of time and money to her church and other Christian causes. I know that can't have been fun for you.”

“Anything else?” She wasn't interested in starting a conversation.

“Nope, that's it.” She started kissing the older woman's neck. “That's everything I knew when you walked in here today.”

That's not too bad.

Unless she's lying.

Of course she's lying.

What about today? You’ve given so much. Needy bitch. She's got you right where she wants you. Weak. What about your son?

The hand was suddenly back in her hair as lips brushed over her ear.

“Breathe, Agatha. Stay with me.” A firm tug guided her head around, one she made no attempt to resist. She moaned before letting their eyes meet. Miss Black's other hand came up to hold her cheek. “You're okay baby.” 

She closed her eyes briefly. “This isn't going to work if you keep lying to me.”

The confused look took over the other woman's face again.

“What have I lied about? I've told you everything, I promise.” Something clicked and her expression turned sad for a second before schooling itself into one filled with kindness.

“Or is this about me being ‘too nice’ again?” Agatha looked away and the younger woman took a deep, patient breath. “I like to play games with my clients, Agatha, but I don't lie to them.” Their eyes reconnected. “Believe me, or don't believe me. The best sex is always honest.” She shrugged and moved her mouth back to the older woman’s ear. “And I want you to have the best of everything.”

“You're only saying that because I'm paying you.” She tried to shift out of the younger woman's hold, but the grip on her hair tightened and the lips on her ear pressed harder.

“Does that make it easier? Hmm? If this is just a cynical sales tactic?” She whispered, causing Agatha to moan. “You want me to just be a whore, working for her paycheck? I can be that.” The hand in her hair pulled, directing the older woman to turn her face. 

The unusually hard look on Miss Black's face surprised her.

“What if it does, make it easier?” She asked nervously.

The woman in front of her rolled her eyes and let her face soften.

“Then I guess we know what game we're playing next time. If you want there to be a next time.” She relaxed her hold.

“Really? We've debriefed enough? Or whatever?”

“Yeah, I think I've got it for now.” When Agatha looked skeptical she continued. “What, did you want to believe that you were more unknowable?” She let her eyes widen sarcastically. “A great mystery?” 

When Agatha glared at her, a satisfied smile took over the younger woman's face.

“Fuck you.” She fired back and moved her head, causing Miss Black to look even more gleeful.

“There she is.” She laughed and reached for a couple of snacks offering them to the older woman.

Agatha felt herself relax and leant forward to take them in her mouth.

“I hate you.” She said around the nuts and fruit.

The other woman smiled and took a handful for herself.

“Is that why you still haven't answered me?” She pushed.

“About what?” 

Miss Black guided her chin back around, and met her eyes.

“Do you want another session?” She asked patiently.

Agatha nodded and the other woman shook her head back.

“Come on baby. You can do better than that.”

She let out an annoyed groan and closed her eyes.

“I want another session.”

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“I want another session.”

The words repeated in her head as she stepped into the elevator of Miss Black's apartment building, and pressed the button for the lobby.

She remembered what had followed her admission. The feeling of the other woman's lips on hers overwhelmed her and she raised her hand to her mouth, as she leant against the wall.

The kiss had been slow and deep. Intense but soft. 

Ten minutes later and they were back in the living room. Miss Black helped her to gather her clothes and purse, as they made arrangements for next week. There had been a brief moment of awkwardness at the door, with Agatha not sure how she should say goodbye. The younger woman, dressed again in her silk robe, chuckled and pushed a couple of strands of hair behind Agatha's ear.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” She asked gently.

The other woman was nodding almost before she had finished her sentence, and brought her hands up to frame Miss Black's face. Her eyes roamed over every inch of it, and she realised that she was committing it to memory.

She didn't flinch or let go, at the revelation, instead taking a deep breath and moving to kiss her first. The younger woman gripped her wrists loosely.

“Goodbye, Agatha, I'll see you next week.” She said when they parted.

And with that she had left.

The pinging of the elevator doors drew her back to the present, and she shook herself free of the spell she was seemingly still under.

Agatha got to her car at 4.06pm, practically collapsing into the driver's seat. She hadn't believed that the session would really take two hours, but then she hadn't fully understood what she was signing up for, she realised now. Her plan had been to get in and out as quickly as possible, and go home to shower and settle herself, before picking Nicky up from his after-school club at 4.30. There was no time now.

She pushed the heels of her hands into her eyes and took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she pulled her hands down her face. She caught her breath, and realised she smelled of cigarettes. Pulling her compact out of her purse, she evaluated the damage. The minimal make up she had been wearing was gone. What she hadn't sweated off had been removed by the bath.

The bath 

That kiss.

She let herself sink into the warmth it had offered.

The gentle grip on her chin, grounding her.

The way Miss Black had pulled away, meeting her eye, only to drop one more quick kiss on her lips.

The words whispered into her ear as she stealthily reached for a pump of body wash, and began rubbing it into Agatha's shoulders. The smell of fresh flowers, as the soap was massaged down her arms.

The hand pulling her up by the throat, as the other gathered more liquid. Realising that she was holding herself as straight and tall as she could, to allow the younger woman's hands as much access as possible. The firm touches over her sternum and across each breast, which then slid down her stomach and onto her hips.

The squeeze.

The instruction to lean forward.

Immediately moving, and being rewarded with forceful circles rubbed into her back.

She tilted her head forward, letting the younger woman work at her shoulders some more. Splashing water on her face and wiping it off with her hands while being guided to lie back on the other woman's chest.

The offer of a pump of soap, to handle her lower half herself.

Leaning back again when she was finished.

She pushed her head back into the leather headrest behind her, before opening her purse further to find breath mints and a stick of concealer. She made herself up and threw a couple of mints into her mouth. She almost turned on the ignition but remembered she needed to do one more thing before she could put the last two hours out of her mind.

Agatha picked up her phone and opened the app she had been using to communicate with Miss Black. In one of the messages, she found the banking information and went about setting up the payment. When she got to the amount she stumbled. The last two hours raced through her head. 

Am I getting a tip?

Careful baby.

You deserve better than that.

My good girl deserves everything.

The session spiraled through her head until she noticed the time.

4.14pm

You've been sat here for almost ten minutes. Get over it. It was just sex. 

A business transaction.

Agatha typed two thousand dollars into the box on the screen and submitted the payment. She tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, as if it was to blame for her situation. Before she could think anymore, she started the car and made her way to her son's school.

When she arrived at the school’s reception, her son was sat in a chair which was entirely too big, with feet dangling a couple of inches off of the floor. He was too busy watching them fly up and down, to notice her arrival.

“Hey Nicky.” She said softly as she made her way over.

His eyes shot up at the sound of Agatha's voice.

“Mama.” The smile that took over his face, made her heart jump. She released the breath that she had been holding unintentionally, and dropped her shoulders before opening her arms. She crouched down to meet the six year old.

“You smell funny.” He said into her neck, causing her to close her eyes. Of course he had noticed. When she pulled away, she forced her face to brighten.

“I’m sorry baby. I came straight from a meeting.”

“Did they smell funny?” He asked with a face filled with childish disgust.

She couldn't stop the smile.

“How was school?” She deflected.

“Fine I guess.” Agatha laughed when her son shrugged.

“Did you do anything fun?” She ran her hand through his  hair. His face lit up even more.

“I drew a picture of Senor Scratchy.”

“Really?” She said as if he had drawn anything else in the last six months. He reached for his backpack but Agatha pulled him back. “Show me when we get home baby. It's almost time for Scratchy’s dinner.” 

He nodded seriously.

“We need to go.” He said purposely, and threw his little bag over one shoulder. His free hand was soon in his mother's as he started walking towards the door, pulling her along. Agatha met the eye of the older woman behind the reception desk, who had clearly been listening to the whole thing. They nodded at each other in understanding, as they had at many pick ups before. 

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. The bunny’s newest portrait was fixed proudly to the fridge before Agatha went about making them both dinner, while Nicky sat on the dining room floor with Senor Scratchy. He hand fed his rabbit with cabbage leaves, giggling whenever the small creature nibbled his fingers.

The sound made her smile every time.

You deserve to smile Agatha.

Her face dropped. She stopped stirring the contents of the saucepan in front of her, and stared down at it.

Stop it. You are not thinking about her. Especially not now.

Nicky's voice pulled her back to the moment.

“Mama?”

She blinked and restarted the motion with the spoon, gripping fiercely on the handle in her other hand.

“Yes, sweetheart?” She glanced round at the boy, noticing the bunny in his arms.

“Can we play outside?”

It was still light out, and the first week of September was as warm as any day in the summer holidays.

“Just until your dinner is ready.”

He was already running to the back door.

After they had eaten, they sat on the couch while Nicky watched one of his shows and Agatha zoned out happily. Every now and again she had to pretend to be keeping up, but she was well practiced.

She got him to bed on time, only for him to wrangle an extra 20 minutes out of her, by requesting that they kept reading whenever she would try to stop. He was definitely her kid.

Eventually though, his eyes grew heavy and she kissed him goodnight. She left the room and returned downstairs to the couch, flicking through channels until she threw on  some random true crime thing on Netflix. She kept the volume low, so she could hear any movement coming from upstairs. The old brownstone creaked and croaked in all sorts of oddly satisfying ways, especially when someone was walking around. Agatha found it comforting. A point of familiarity. When she started to feel her own eyes begin to strain, she gave up and went to bed herself.

It was just as she was drifting off, that memories of brown eyes and soft lips made an appearance. Too tired to fight them, she let herself relax and sink into them.

The next few days were uneventful, as she got Nicky ready for school each morning and went to work. Their evenings together played out as usual too. Her son complained about the amount of vegetables on his plate but still dutifully ate them. He cuddled and fed Senor Scratchy before putting him away in his hutch in the basement. They watched TV. Agatha read to him for as long as he wanted, and then she settled down for the night. Thoughts of Miss Black were mercifully infrequent until then, and she would simply allow them to fill her with the warmth they carried with them.

However, by Sunday evening, and after she had met Ralph at the park with Nicky for their weekly handover, she was feeling a familiar, if uncomfortable buzz. Sitting on the couch with takeout, as was her routine on Sundays, she found it impossible to focus on the television. She kept catching herself staring off into the distance. Agatha grew frustrated, flinging the cardboard container onto the coffee table. One chopstick toppled out and rolled a couple of inches across the polished wood. She threw her head back into the couch, angry at herself for making a mess.

It's just us here.

Remember to breathe.

Agatha pulled her hand up to her own sternum and applied some pressure. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The image of the younger woman kneeling before her, became her only thought. She moved her hand underneath the relaxed collar of her shirt, and pushed harder when she felt skin. She told herself to breathe and took a deep inhale, held it for a second, and then exhaled forcefully.

Good girl.

Her eyes shot open, and she crashed back into reality. The TV was murmuring away in front of her. The coffee table was stained with soy sauce and oil. Still frustrated, she shook her head and went about cleaning up her mess, before turning off the television and heading upstairs.

By the time she was knocking on the door of Miss Black's apartment the following Wednesday, she was practically vibrating. The door swung open confidently to reveal the young woman. She was once again wearing her black robe, this time tied loosely over a simple black underwear set with matching knee length stockings.

Fuck.

“Hi Agatha.” The younger woman greeted her with the warmth she had expected, but still she felt a tingle shoot up her neck.

She didn't reply, just walking into the room purposefully. She placed her purse on the dining table as she had before, but remained standing. She turned to face Miss Black head on, fidgeting slightly and running a hand through her hair. She had been in meetings all morning and had come straight to the apartment. She wore a professional but form fitting, sleeveless black dress, which finished above the knee, and black high heels.

The other woman looked her over.

“Why do you seem more stressed this time? Rough week?”

Agatha shot her a glare. “Okay, not in the mood for small talk.”

“I rarely am.” She replied in a flat tone.

Miss Black laughed and started running her hands up and down Agatha's arms. She took another look at her, and her face changed to that dangerous one.

“Or is this excitement?” Her eyes shone, as she closed the distance and met the other woman's lips with the gentlest of touches. “You ready to play some games baby?” She whispered.

Agatha closed her eyes and nodded.

“Same ground rules as last time?” 

The older woman opened her mouth but the words didn't come. She focused on the soft hands running up and down her arms. Miss Black looked at her with concern, and she hated the warm feeling that came over her. She shook her head until strong hands landed on her shoulders, applying firm enough pressure to halt her movements. 

“Agatha.” Blue eyes shot up at the commanding tone. “Just tell me what you want.” She spoke clearly.

Agatha swallowed and lifted her chin.

“You can leave some marks, if you want to, as long as they won't be visible.” She shrugged nonchalantly but the younger woman wasn't going to let it go so easily.

“Oh,” Her eyes sparkled at the prospect, as she grabbed Agatha's hips and forcefully pulled them against her. She lost her balance briefly but the other woman's hold kept her upright until she slammed into her. She threw her head back, groaning as she exposed her neck. The other woman's lips brushed up the right side, stopping just below her ear. “You really want to feel it, huh?”

“Yes.” She whispered back.

Hands held either side of her face and guided her to meet Miss Black's eyes, before sliding into her hair.

“I know what we talked about last time and what you wanted, okay.” Her voice remained kind, even if authoritative. “But I'm going to be more firm than rough with you, and there can be some marks but I won't be cruel.” Agatha nodded. She could work with that. “What do you do if you want to stop?”

“Redlight.” She replied quickly.

“Good.” The younger woman leant forward to kiss her, before reconnecting their gaze. “I want you to use the yellow light too this time.” Agatha narrowed her eyes and thumbs quickly started rubbing over her cheeks. “If you feel uncomfortable, or overwhelmed,” The older woman rolled her eyes. “Or start to disappear, say yellow, and we'll adjust okay?” Miss Black finished.

Agatha softened.

“Okay.” 

“And still no marks on me.”

“Okay.” She nodded firmly and the younger woman clearly recognised the impatience building. They were soon kissing. Really kissing, like she had been picturing all week. Agatha let herself relax, bringing her hands up to the other woman's shoulders. The other woman gripped her hands, lifting them slightly and pushing them back down onto herself purposefully.

“These stay here.” She instructed. “Otherwise…”

Agatha rolled her eyes again.

“I don't like this one.” 

“Really? It seemed to work last time.” The younger woman fired back.

She narrowed her eyes again but had no rebuttal. Her grip tightened on the other woman's robe.

“Fine.”

The smile that she got in return almost had her strangling Miss Black, but then they were kissing again. The younger woman's hands were back on her hips. She skillfully moved them through the living room and Agatha allowed herself to be led. Suddenly, she was standing in front of Miss Black, who was sat on the sofa. She had to lean forward slightly to keep her hands where they were supposed to be.

“I'm so glad you decided to wear a dress today, baby. It's like you knew what I was planning.”

Her right hand glided up the inside of Agatha's thigh, and soon met with wet heat

“You are excited, aren't you?” Her eyes were black, as tension took over her jaw. 

“Shut up.” She squeezed on the younger woman's shoulders, as her hips unconsciously rocked forward.

“You've not been thinking about me, have you?” She paused, moving up the last inch, to find Agatha's underwear. Her voice had dropped upon feeling her. “And all the ways I'm going to earn my two grand.” 

“Eighteen hundred.” She corrected through gritted teeth.

“Plus tip.” Miss Black smiled.

“Don't get ahead of yourself.” The pressure went away, as the other woman moved her hands to grab the front of her thighs, pushing up the bottom of her dress up as they slid around possessively, to her ass.

Something danced over the younger woman's face and Agatha knew that whatever had gone through her head, was sure to piss her off. Still, she wanted to know what the cocky comment had been. She moved her hands towards the other woman's neck, applying pressure with her thumbs. Her hands never left Miss Black's shoulders, but her thumbs slid over her collar bone and stopped at the bottom of the younger woman's throat.

She was met with shining eyes and a mischievous grin.

“Something to say?” She asked with fake sweetness, causing the other woman to bite her bottom lip and shake her head innocently.

“Nope.”

Agatha turned serious.

“I thought you didn't lie to your clients?” The air between them changed.

“Well,” The other woman started slowly, tilting her head to the left. “Lies by omission are kinda necessary, right? So I can maintain anonymity.”

“Convenient loophole you forgot to mention.” 

“Agatha, it's how I protect myself.” She spoke sternly.

The older woman threw her head back in frustration. She didn't like it but she understood.

“And how does keeping your cocky bullshit to yourself protect you?” She dropped her head back down and shot her a look that broke the tension immediately.

“I'm not telling you what it was now. You literally have your hands around my neck.” The younger woman smiled and pushed herself forward, further into her hold. “I’m not going to push my luck.”

“Really, isn't that your whole thing?” She deadpanned, her face only cracking when Miss Black's smile widened.

“Only when it works in my favor.” Her hands slid back to the front of Agatha's hips, pushing her dress up enough to reveal her underwear.

In a bid for more stability, the older woman let her hands give up the hold on her neck, and move back down. She leaned forward when she felt a warm tongue travel up the outside of her left thigh.

Miss Black then wrapped her left arm around the other woman, to pull back the fabric covering her ass cheek. With a forceful tug, her skin was exposed to the younger woman's teeth. They bit down hard, causing Agatha to hiss in delight. It turned into a moan when the flesh was sucked into her mouth, before that tongue started to swirl soothingly over the spot for a few seconds. With a single kiss to the blotch of red on her ass cheek, the woman sitting in front of her released her grip on the underwear and moved back. She sat up straight, as her fingers slipped under the front of the waistband and pulled it towards herself, before letting the elastic go to flick back onto Agatha's skin.

“Take them off.”

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“Take them off.”

Agatha smirked, and then shrugged, squeezing Miss Black's shoulders. She knew that she probably shouldn't provoke the other woman, if she wanted an orgasm sooner rather than later, but she was unable to give in so easily.

“How am I supposed to do that?” She asked, again with fake sweetness.

The younger woman clenched her jaw and brought her hand down firmly onto the bite mark she had just left on her butt. Agatha groaned.

“Smartass.” Brown eyes fixed her with a look that had her biting on her lower lip to stifle another noise. “You may move your hands in order to take them off, and hand them to me. Then they go back on my shoulders.”

Agatha thought about trying to negotiate but soon decided on a different tactic. Her heels clicked on the hardwood as she took a small step back, before she began pushing down the underwear. She kept her eyes locked on the younger woman's as the garment slid past her knees. She let go and stood back up straight, allowing it to fall the rest of the way. The look of pure admiration from the other woman had her briefly smiling in embarrassment, until she felt what her face was doing and forced it back to impassiveness. When she made no attempt to complete her task, simply standing with the underwear around her ankles, the younger woman met the challenge easily.

“Don't start being a brat, Agatha, you won't like the consequences.” She promised, and the sudden excitement in her eyes had the older woman briefly reconsidering this game. She was starting to feel exposed and vulnerable standing in front of the other woman like this. Unable to stop herself however, she decided to double down, pushing her chest out as she spoke.

“I've never been very good with those.” She said with a smile, expecting the other woman to meet her and continue to raise the tension.

“I'm shocked.” Miss Black joked, before sitting back on the sofa and crossing one leg over the other. Agatha was taken off guard, like all the air had suddenly left the room. She watched her right hand come to rest casually on the arm rest, with its fingers tapping rhythmically. The other was sitting in her lap. The younger woman looked down Agatha's body hungrily, her dress still bunched up around her hips, with nothing else below but her heels.

She fixed Agatha with that look that had her feeling like prey, and a shot of excitement ran through her. As much as she needed a release, she wanted to push this woman's buttons as much as she could. Miss Black's next words, however, stopped her in her tracks. “You should know, Agatha, that only good girls get my strap.” She explained calmly. 

Agatha's breath caught in her throat, causing her to cough. 

The younger woman continued, her eyes darkening more by the second. “And I've been so looking forward to watching my cock slide in and out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” Her gaze shifted from the older woman's mouth back up to her eyes slowly. “I’d hate to have to change my plans for today.”

Anger suddenly gripped every part of Agatha.

“You can't do that!” She ground out.

“Why not? I didn't say I'm not going to make you cum.” Miss Black clarified. “This is simply about how you want me to do it.” She looked at the older woman expectantly.

Agatha had wondered when toys would be introduced to this, knowing how she had completed the pre-session form before last week.

Dangling the prospect in front of her, as a reward for her submission though, was borderline evil.

She hated it.

It was perfect.

She's got you.

She knows she's got you.

The older woman let out a frustrated growl, before capitulating and slowly stepping out of her underwear. When she leant down to pick them up, the other woman quickly leant forward and grabbed her chin, almost knocking Agatha off balance. Forcefully, she pulled her face round and held it barely an inch away from her own. The words came out harshly.

“Defy me like that again, Agatha, and you won't get to use your hands next time. You can wriggle out of them like the desperate slut you are. Understand?” She attempted to nod but the grip on her face tightened. The whimper she let out was pathetic, as electricity shot down her spine. Miss Black had definitely taken the note. She was definitely not being treated as something precious. “If you understand, say ‘yes Miss’.”

Agatha looked down. The edges of her brain were starting to feel fuzzy. “Yes Miss, I understand.” She whispered.

“Good.” Miss Black pushed her face away and put her hand out, as she sat up again.

The older woman stood up straight and dropped the underwear in the general direction, unable to resist being slightly petulant. However her hands quickly went back to the other woman's shoulders. Miss Black maintained eye contact, as she quickly picked the garment up and moved it to the end table next to them.

“Come here.” Suddenly, she pulled on the back of Agatha's legs, manhandling her down onto her lap. Her knees were either side of the younger woman's hips. “Now you've proven you can control your hands,” She paused to squeeze the older woman's hips. “Let's see what else you can control for me.”

Wait.

That sounds like edging.

How desperate are you?

You're going to let yourself be her plaything again.

It only took five minutes this time.

“Yellow.” Agatha squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Miss Black asked gently, bringing her hands up to cradle the older woman's face. The same hands that had been so rough with her seconds before, were now holding her more carefully than ever. “You did exactly what I asked, baby.” The pride in her voice allowed Agatha to let out a deep breath. Their eyes met and she was surprised at how kind those of the other woman had already become. “What's wrong? Too rough?” 

She shook her head. “No, it's good. I'm just…” The words caught in her throat. 

“Agatha, breathe. I'm not going anywhere.” She spoke calmly.

“I’m too wound up.” She rushed out, a blush warming her cheeks.

“Oh.” The younger woman smiled kindly. “Well I can help with that.” Her hands slid reassuringly down her thighs, and then back up and around to her butt. Miss Black pulled her closer, and kept her in place with a commanding hold.

“What about…” She trailed off, realising what she was about to ask. 

What about what she had planned?

Why does it matter? You're paying for an orgasm or two.

You don't need to worry about disappointing her.

Agatha cleared her throat and spoke again. “You had things planned.” She stated rather anticlimactically.

The response was an easy shrug.

“I told you, say yellow, and we’ll adjust. It's my job to give you what you need.” Her right hand moved between Agatha's legs. “And if you need an orgasm before you can relax, then I'm happy to oblige.” Two fingers slid inside her easily, causing the older woman to wrap her arms around the back of Miss Black's head and throw her head back. “Fuck, Agatha.” Once again, Miss Black's voice had changed. “If I'd known you were this bad, I would have bent you over the dining table immediately.”

Agatha groaned and began rolling her hips.

The fingers suddenly pulled out of her and she cried out in frustration.

“You said you wouldn't be cruel.”

Miss Black grabbed the back of her head with her left hand, and pulled her head down so their eyes could meet.

“I'm not, baby, I promise. I just want you to relax. Let me take care of you, remember.”

She exhaled and allowed herself to go as limp as possible, burying her head in the crook of the other woman's neck.

Agatha's reward came quickly as the other woman simultaneously pushed her digits back inside her and gripped her head harder with her other hand. She told herself to stay relaxed as her fingers began moving in and out of her. 

“That's it sweetheart. Nice and deep, huh?” The younger woman cooed, as the pace of her thrusts picked up. It only took a couple of minutes for Agatha to approach the edge.

Already.

Fucking embarrassing.

She lifted her head, and pushed herself up against Miss Black's shoulders. The concerned look from the woman below pissed her off. Before she could stop herself, Agatha leaned down and forcefully captured the other woman's mouth. She was allowed free reign to do as she pleased. There was no protest or reprimand when she pushed her tongue past Miss Black's lips. Instead, the fingers inside her began curling downwards, pulling her closer. Just as she was hitting her climax, the younger woman pushed forwards and took control of the kiss. Her tongue swept around the inside of her mouth, tipping Agatha's head back at the same time. Miss Black shifted her weight so that she suddenly towered over the older woman, who moaned around the tongue still dancing with her own. When they separated, their eyes met immediately.

“Better?” The younger woman asked sweetly, bringing her fingers up to Agatha's lips.

She nodded and moved to suck them into her mouth. The other hand gripped her hair roughly, stopping her from claiming her prize. She snarled in frustration but Miss Black didn't falter, just chuckling with amusement.

“Are you going to tell me, next time, if you need some attention before we start?” Her eyes widened expectantly.

Agatha's eyes closed briefly, before another tug came on her hair, this time hard enough to sting. She let out a resigned sigh.

“Yes Miss.” She answered dispassionately.

Miss Black's face broke into a satisfied smile, as she finally pushed her fingers into Agatha's mouth.

“See? It's not that hard to be a good girl, is it?”

Chapter Text

“See? It's not that hard to be a good girl, is it?”

Agatha should have bristled at the condescending tone, but instead she felt herself relax as the words washed over her. “God, you're beautiful.” She blushed at the sudden earnestness in the other woman's voice, before sucking harder on the fingers in her mouth as she felt them pull out. “And greedy, too.” The younger woman said approvingly, as she moved her hands to the zip at the top of Agatha's dress. 

The older woman allowed her to pull it down and lift the garment over her head.

“Are you okay to stand?” Miss Black asked, fingers moving to her bra clasp.

Agatha scoffed. 

“You're not that good.”

“Clearly, if you're already back to Queen Bitch mode.” The other woman joked, as she removed Agatha's bra too. Her shoes were the last thing to be removed, thrown towards the dining table without any consideration of their brand or their price.

“You love it.” Agatha whispered, a sly smile forming on her face as she leant in conspiratorially.

Miss Black smiled warmly in response. The older woman was so lost in the moment that the sudden smack on her right butt cheek came as a complete surprise. She let out an undignified squeal as she shifted in Miss Black's lap. In an attempt to recover, she glared at the other woman but brown eyes just sparkled in amusement. Her stomach dropped as she watched them turn dark.

“Stand up.” Came the order.

Agatha was standing before she realised what she was doing. The younger woman followed her up.

“Turn around and face the box.” Miss Black nodded towards the footstool behind her as she pushed forwards.

Agatha froze, her head suddenly fuzzy. She found herself looking at the floor.

“I thought we were going to… play a game, or something.” She hated the concern in her own voice.

“Change of plan.” The younger woman replied easily. Agatha's eyes shot up, though, as panic took hold of her. The other woman noticed immediately and moved to hold either side of her head. “You haven't done anything wrong.” She kept her voice steady. “Just breathe baby. This isn't a bad thing. I just had an idea, that's all.” She reassured Agatha. She tilted her head and something sad briefly took over her face.

Agatha hated it. She knew the other woman had recognised a part of her that she fought to keep hidden. The hands on her face slid protectively down her bare back, drawing her closer.

“You were a good girl, remember. That means you get a reward not a punishment.” Her voice was warm as she took Agatha into her arms. The older woman relaxed and lightly grasped her hips. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the familiarity of Miss Black's perfume. Floral but not overtly feminine. A hint of wood and smoke. The younger woman squeezed her tightly before softening and pulling her head back to look at her fully.

“You’re okay.” She was smiling at Agatha again, as her hands moved up to her shoulders and squeezed firmly. “Just turn around for me.”

As she slowly spun one hundred and eighty degrees, she brought her arms up to cross over her chest. Lips were soon by her ear.

“You're going to have to drop your arms for a second.”

Before she could say anything, she felt silk brush on her shoulders and back. Realising what was happening, she dropped her hands, and allowed the other woman to dress her in the black robe. Her fingers were soon playing with the collar, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric against her skin. There was another whisper in her ear as strong hands pushed her forward at the hips.

“We're gonna go lie down on the box, okay?”

Agatha let herself be guided over to the footstool and encouraged to get on top. She turned and positioned herself on her back, her hands resting on her stomach. Miss Black was soon lying to her left, her firm hand moving up and down the centre of Agatha's chest. The younger woman leant over her, propping her head on her free hand. 

A mischievous smile broke across her face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Would it matter if I said no?” Agatha half joked, letting out a deep sigh and bracing for whatever the other woman had in her head.

“Do you masterbate?”

“That's none of your business.” The older woman tried to dismiss her, sitting up quickly and pulling her knees towards her chest. Miss Black sat up too, ready to push the issue.

“You said last time that you had gone five months without a satisfying orgasm, and you seem like the kind of woman who would want to take things into her own hands… so to speak.” Agatha looked at her disapprovingly, but still she didn't shut up. “And today, well you said yourself, you were ‘wound up’.”

“Stop!” She didn't mean to raise her voice so much but she had lost her temper, her head spinning around to lock their eyes. “Why can't you just fuck me like I'm paying you to?” As the last word left her mouth, Miss Black wrapped her hand around her throat and squeezed deliberately. The commanding pressure sent a shudder through her anger filled body, causing her to shrink slightly and look away.

“No, Agatha, please go on.” She paused, her hand moving to firmly grip the underside of her jaw and pull her face up level with her own. “Do tell me how my services are not meeting your expectations.” Her tone was light but there was a clear edge to her words.

Agatha went limp.

“I'm just frustrated.” She whispered and the other woman softened immediately, fingers moving to push long strands of hair behind her ear.

“And I'm just trying to help.” Agatha knew from her tone that she was being honest with her intentions, even if it made no sense to her.

“You know, if you were smart, you'd keep me on the hook for as long as possible.”

Miss Black hummed, her thumb brushing across Agatha's cheek. “Is that what you would do?” She shifted to meet the older woman's gaze again.

“Like I said, it's the smart thing to do.” Agatha replied.

“Keep all that power for as long as possible?”

Blue eyes narrowed.

“Do I look like I'm ready for the introspective conversation yet? And I'm definitely not in the mood for the amateur psychology.”

Miss Black gave her usual shrug.

“Well, most of sex is psychological.” Agatha must have looked unconvinced because the other woman pressed further. “Hasn't that been your main issue? Getting out of your head?” Agatha felt her jaw clench but she let her continue. “As much as I love the ego boost of knowing I'm the only person who can get you off, I want you to be here because you want to be - not because you feel like you have no other option. You can think that's stupid, but I only want to pretend to have that sort of power over someone. That's not why I do this.”

Agatha suddenly shivered uncontrollably and finally pulled her head out of the other woman's grasp. She covered herself, crossing the robe fully.

“Yes, okay?” She stated firmly. “Of course I masterbate.” She risked a glance towards the other woman but quickly looked away. “Well I did. It was my favourite stress relief method, before all this started.” She made no attempt to conceal her frustration. “But it's even harder to get out of my head when it's all I have for company.” She tilted her head for a second, evaluating her last statement. “So I guess you're right.” She said, defeated.

Miss Black leant forward, till her mouth was a few center meters from Agatha’s ear. 

“I'm sorry.” Again, the honesty in her sentiments grated on Agatha.

“I don't need your pity.” She ground out, the frustration in her body skyrocketing, until the younger woman placed a firm hand on her knee. She felt herself relax as Miss Black's grip tightened, almost uncomfortably. When a satisfied groan slipped from her lips, the pressure on her robe-covered leg subsided, and with it the last of the tension she was holding. She stretched her legs out in front of her. As a soothing hand began rubbing circles over her still tingling knee, a warm voice touched her ear.

“There's a difference between pitying someone and caring for them, Agatha.”

She couldn't stop the eye roll that followed.

“Well, do you have a suggestion?” She asked, eager to move on from this.

“Why don't we practice?” Miss Black replied casually, causing the other woman to fix her with yet another glare. 

“Because, that sounds humiliating.”

“And you wouldn't be into that.” The younger woman shot back.

“Fuck you.” Agatha returned quickly, triggering the other woman's signature chuckle. She watched as Miss Black's face then turned serious, before she bit her lower lip and leant forward to whisper.

“I actually think it sounds sexy as fuck.”

“For you, yeah.” Agatha dismissed her again, but that dangerous smile soon covered her face.

“I'm not suggesting that I just sit here and watch you. I'd get involved.” She brushed her lips along Agatha's jaw as her right hand once again held the other side of her face. Blue eyes fluttered shut as she let her cheek rest in the other woman's hold. “I can keep you from getting lost in that beautiful brain of yours.” She paused, sucking the pale flesh of her earlobe in between her teeth and gently biting down until Agatha moaned and relaxed further, practically purring. “I've been told that I can be very distracting.” 

She let her mind drift, slipping into the seemingly endless pool of affection she was being offered. A shiver ran through her.

What are you doing?

You're not even putting up a fight.

She felt fingers brush through her hair, and let another soft wave comfort her. The deep exhale she gave, successfully expelled the last of the tension she was holding.

“Fine.” Agatha relented wearily and allowed herself to be laid back down on the footstool with the slightest push on her cheek. The other woman stayed close to her side, her hand pressing down on the older woman's sternum, before pushing the robe open to further reveal her chest. 

“This way, if you need some help getting to the finish line, I'm right here.” Their eyes met as Miss Black swung her leg over the older woman, straddling her waist. “Maybe you'll be able to enjoy the journey more, if it's not all on you to get to the destination.” She said, reaching for Agatha's hands and positioning them on her hips. 

Unconsciously, her fingers started playing with the elastic on the other woman's underwear. She swallowed hard, taking in the figure above her. The younger woman sat up and reached for her bra clasp. Agatha squeezed on the other woman's waist, as she watched her slide the straps of her bra down slowly, before throwing it across the room. Miss Black then took a band from her wrist and threw her hair up into a bun. Then she leant back down, her left forearm planted next to Agatha's head. Her right was once again placed between her breasts.

The older woman forced herself to take a deep breath and allowed the pressure of the other woman's body to sink into her, pushing her further under the cool water. She felt the edges of her brain dull, until the only thing she cared about was the kind smile pointed down at her. The corners of her mouth twitched up briefly, and from the look on the other woman's face, it hadn't gone unnoticed. 

Miss Black moved to connect their mouths, stopping just as the older woman lifted her chin to meet her. Agatha dropped her head back onto the leather, her frustration beginning to build again. The woman above looked down at her hungrily.

“Remember it's just you and me here.” She said it like it was a promise, causing Agatha to shudder.

Pathetic.

The hand on her chest moved to firmly grasp her left breast.

An embarrassing noise fell from her mouth as she surrendered fully, allowing herself to be swallowed whole.

“We can do whatever we want, baby.” Miss Black whispered into the small space between them, squeezing possessively on the soft flesh as she finally let her lips touch Agatha's. They melted into each other. The older woman lost track of time as their mouths glided over one another intensely. Eventually, a rough nip at her lower lip got her attention. At some point her hands had moved to the back of Miss Black's head. She allowed the other woman to grab her left hand and pull her fingers deep into her mouth. Agatha's stomach dropped, as she felt them push into her cheek before sliding them along to release them with a pop. Still, she didn't resist as the other woman pushed her hand down onto her breast. With little encouragement, she was rubbing her own nipple with the wet pads of her fingers.

The younger woman leant down again, running her tongue up Agatha's neck.

“You're so fucking hot.” The words came out heavy and full of breath, before her mouth began placing sloppy, open mouth kisses all over her chest. Occasionally she'd pepper in a quick bite, causing Agatha to jolt every time and start pinching the nipple still between her fingers. When Miss Black focused her attention to the other aching bud, biting down roughly, Agatha unconsciously slid her hand down her stomach and began playing with her damp curls.

The younger woman moved down her body too, her mouth never straying far from Agatha’s skin. 

“You're doing so well baby.”

Her hips rolled upwards at the praise.

You're so easy.

A few nice words and you give her everything.

Before her brain could pierce through the bubble anymore, teeth were nibbling at her right hip bone.

“You still with me?”

Agatha lifted her head slightly to meet her eyes. A sudden rush took over her, and instead of answering, she smirked and finally pushed her fingers inside her wet core, filling herself rhythmically. She brought her other arm up under her head, eyes drifting to the ceiling, as she moaned loudly. She didn't rush her strokes, enjoying the achingly familiar feeling.

After a short while, Agatha realised that she hadn't felt the other woman's touch for some time. She looked down to find Miss Black seemingly mesmerized.

“I thought you weren't going to just watch?” Agatha joked.

The younger woman's head snapped up, realising she had been caught.

“It's hard to look away.” She said, her voice hoarse as she repositioned herself lower. Her teeth soon latched onto the soft flesh of Agatha's left thigh, biting and sucking simultaneously. A whimper left the older woman's mouth before she could stop it, and she pushed her fingers as deep into herself as she could. That's when a strained voice got her attention again.

“Agatha?” Their eyes met and she felt herself fall deeper under the other woman's spell. “I want you to rub your clit for me.” She immediately did as instructed and a different sensation ran through her body. Tension began to coil in the bottom of her stomach as she ran circles over the neglected bundle of nerves. Miss Black pulled her lower lip between her teeth, stifling a groan. She wrapped her arms around Agatha's thighs, pulling her closer before speaking again.

“Now, be a good girl, and don't stop until you've cum in my mouth.”