Ch 3.19: ❤ Sword

Shein dropped into Elaina’s lap and kissed her. It took Elaina a moment to respond, sitting there wide-eyed as the woman fell onto her, but it really was only a moment before she closed her eyes and kissed back. Shein was gentle, far gentler than Elaina had expected anyway. She ran her nails lightly over Elaina’s shoulder, dragged her crotch against Elaina’s stomach as they kissed, nibbled on Elaina’s bottom lip with the slightest amount of pressure, but for the type of “service” Elaina was used to with Tira, it was nothing.

Still, it was nice.

“Stand up,” Shein said, pulling her lips away from Elaina as the latter chased after with her own, desperate to not let the kiss go. Elaina obliged though, taking a hand Shein offered and letting herself be pulled up to her feet, having only a second to admire Shein’s body and then allowing herself to be pushed against the desk just as easily as she’d been raised up as the woman kissed her once more.

Elaina wasn’t sure how long that lasted, her laying on the desk as Shein straddled her, hands and nails gliding across her back, falling down her spine and sending the soft tingles of the woman’s gentle touch through the rest of her body. As she ran her own hands across Shein’s body she found the woman softer than she might’ve guessed, her skin smoother than Elaina could’ve imagined.

“Do you like this?” Shein said, letting the words fall out of her mouth in the brief moments she released herself from Elaina’s mouth. “Or do you like it rougher?”

“Rougher,” Elaina said, panting the word, sucking in deep breaths whenever she could. “And more,” she added, struggling to grind her crotch against Shein, the angle unwilling to accommodate her desires while Shein mounted her legs and kept them shut.

She let out a gasp of shock as Shein pulled her hair from the base, ripping their lips apart.

“I didn’t ask that, did I? Who’s the one in charge here?”

“You are; I’m sorry, Mistress,” Elaina said, mouth hanging open as her breath sputtered.

Shein’s lips rose in a smile that reminded Elaina of their first meeting, the relationship that they really had, the antagonistic relationship they should have had at least. “Well, that’s a surprise,” she said as she let go of Elaina’s hair, letting the girl’s neck relax back into place. “I didn’t tell you to call me that, and it seemed trained, almost. I wonder which of your little friends I’m robbing of their toy.”

Shein grabbed Elaina’s hair again and pulled her to her feet. “The blonde one? No, the two of you have too much disaster in your relationship for that. Probably not the meek one either, and the tall one seems too empty headed to maintain the facade. I guess that leaves the snappy one, Strask.”

She grabbed the fallen chair and sat Elaina on it backwards, bending her chest over the back and finally letting Elaina’s hair go. “I wonder what she would think if she knew you were submitting to me like this, her property being used by another woman. Think of how she would punish you.

Shein walked away as Elaina hung over the chair, panting as she heard the sound of rummaging through drawers, the click of two latches, the dragging of metal on the floor. Elaina didn’t have to turn around to know what was coming her way; she could feel the design of those ornate latches with [Restraint], could see the ornate box they belonged two, could remember the shape of the objects they held within, could hear Shein’s words from the night of the tournament echoing in her mind, “I wouldn’t mind sticking this inside of your holes.”

Shein walked into view with one of the training swords in hand.

“The question is,” Shein said, “how rough do you really like it? When I offered this last week you were adamant you had no interest at all, but I wonder. And remember, I don’t do safewords; no means no here, so if you’re going to take it, you’ll need to take it like a good little slut.”

Elaina opened her mouth, and the word “no” almost slipped out as easily as if it were wet soap from a squeezed hand, but she caught it in her throat. She stared down at the weapon, the rounded tip, the blunt edges. It wouldn’t maim her, wouldn’t even scar her, but the shape was clearly not designed for what Shein was suggesting, and the length… Well, that could easily harm her if pressed in too forcefully, but Shein obviously wouldn’t go that far. Right?

She wanted it, but she couldn’t admit it, obviously. Yet that was the way Shein played this game. There wasn’t a safeword for Elaina to hide behind, only her own truths and lies, her desires having to be bared out in the open. She knew Tira could make her do many things, but this, speaking the truth out loud? It was something Elaina wasn’t sure she could do, no matter how beautiful the sword glimmered in the flickering lantern light.

“I… I’m yours. I lost the game,” she eventually.

Shein tutted, shaking her head as she walked out of sight. Elaina remained hanging over the back of the chair, heart pounding against it as she waited, and then finally felt the chill of metal against her backside, gasping as the sword danced around her skin, clutching the wood beneath her as it travelled in between her legs and rested against the folds between them.

“I’m not going to do it unless you say you want it.”

“You’re cruel,” Elaina said as she squirmed.

“I’m fair.”

That wasn’t the word Elaina would use to describe it. They were playing, but not in the way Tira used the word. This wasn’t like playing pretend, but a contest, a game to be won, and if there was winning and losing involved, Shein would never play fair.

“I want it,” Elaina spit out, so under her breath she wasn’t sure it could even be heard.

Her lips spread open, and cold filled the inside of her body as she gasped in pain and pleasure both.