Back to the smut.
As promised the next part...
Links to all parts:
1/14 - ... who is Lady A-? 2/14 - Interlude: Irv is Frustrated 3/14 - ... how much submission excites her. 4/14 - ... if Andrea has a girlfriend. 5/14 - Interlude: Irv Finds Ammunition 6/14 - ... the identity of her playmates. 7/14 - Interlude: More Frustration for Irv. 8/14 - ... how much her friends value her. 9/14 - ... how much of a turn on Lady S- is. 10/14 - Interlude: Irv Gets a Warning 11/14 - ... how many kneel to Lady A-. 12/14 - Interlude: Irv in Lust 13/14 - ... how life could get any better. 14/14 - ... what was coming in the future. Author: TrialPenmanship
Title: She shouldn't want to know...
Chapter: 3/14 - ... how much submission excites her.
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Emily/Serena (Miranda/Andrea established)
Prompt: None
Length/Word Count: 8k+
Summary: Emily shouldn't want to know the things she finds out even if she does likes it afterwards
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada, the book and the movie are owned by their respective producers. I am making no money from this foray into femslash fanfiction.
A/N: Once again, I labeled the sections as chapters though they are very short.
A/N: Also once again, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine alone.
A/N: There is a lot of backstory here that isn't included. I might be able to be persuaded to put that into writing.
A/N: This deals with bondage and discipline. I am not in the lifestyle so it is probably all bull*, but know that the characters don't view themselves as being in the lifestyle. It applies to certain aspects of their personal lives so that they have an area where they may relax.
Emily stepped out of the cab in front of an expensive looking apartment building in the Upper East Side. Her stomach, which had been in knots since she had propositioned Andrea, was surprisingly calm. It was the rest of her that was on edge.
Two nights ago she'd received a call. Emily knew it was Andrea but the tone was different and Emily knew that the call was from Lady A-. So tonight she was following the instructions she'd received to the letter. Last night she'd gotten a manicure and pedicure with opalescent polish. Tonight she'd had a quick dinner, had an enema, and brushed her teeth. The Agent Provocateur lingerie consisted of a brassiere, garter belt, and stockings. The Burberry trench and five inch Manolo Blahniks with a one inch platform completed the look.
The guard let her go up to the apartment as she was expected and she let herself in as instructed. Once there she quickly shed the coat, hanging it in the closet near the door.
"Emily. Lock the door and come here." The voice was unmistakably Andrea's but the statement was almost pure Miranda and the guest found herself becoming even more aroused.
She did as the voice instructed and found Andrea - no, Lady A-, she reminded herself, lounging with a glass of wine and a riding crop. The outfit from Lilliana Davies complemented her looks and she exuded sex, power, and control.
"Stand here facing away from me." A spot was indicated by the end of the riding crop and she quickly complied. "Arms behind your back grasping your elbows." Emily smiled as she did so and received a sharp strike from the riding crop.
"Ginning like a fool is not sexy." Emily's smile had disappeared with the appearance of the pain. "Now bend at the waist." There was a sniffing sound and then Lady A- stood up.
"Stand, release your arms, take off your bra and then arms behind your back again." Lady A- stood in front of Emily and watched as the redhead's breasts were revealed.
"Have you chosen a safeword?" Lady A-'s crop stroked her breasts and flicked lightly at her nipples, then trailed down to her cleanly shaven mound.
"Ravitz, Mistress." A slight smile graced the imperious features. Emily found herself wishing to bring out Andrea's smile on Lady A-'s face.
"Very good. Come with me." Lady A- turned and led her through the apartment to a large bedroom that, in addition to a California King bed, contained what appeared to be several pieces of bondage equipment.
Kneeling near the foot of the bed were two people. Their heads were covered with leather, though the one on the right had a dirty blonde pony tail sticking out of the top of their hood. They were wearing short black capes that ended where their asses rested on stiletto clad heels. They wore, attached somehow, tails. The one on the left she recognized as ermine. She didn't recognize the one on the right.
"When I say your name shift to all fours." Lady A- watched Emily carefully. "Miss Ermine." The one on the left raised up to present her ass for inspection. It was clear that Ermine was a woman who was turned on if the flush to her nether regions was any indication. The tail, Emily could see, was attached to something sticking out of the woman's ass.
"Miss, Lynx" The other woman presented herself and Emily could see the woman was just as excited as Miss Ermine.
"Last chance to walk away or are you Miss Fox?" Lady A- regarded her closely.
Emily had never been as turned on as she was now. Maybe when she first found out about lady loving, but only maybe.
"I am whomever Lady A- wishes me to be, Mistress."
"Then earn it." Emily had been turned on from the moment she had said yes to Andrea. The mani-pedi had been enjoyable and the woman to whom she'd been directed had flirted with her shamelessly. Work as Nigel's second had been difficult as Nigel had left all interaction with Miranda to her and the editor had taken great pleasure in putting her on the spot. The dinner and enema had re-stoked fires that had decreased as she worked, and the cab ride here had almost wrecked her as every jounce of the cab had been felt by her exposed sex.
Lady A- was her fantasies about Miranda incarnate. Her control over Emily had made the brit wetter and wetter and the exhibition of Lady A-'s control over the other two women had moisture literally trickling down her leg. Lady A- had looked down at Emily's lower body right before the last comment and there was a hint of mischievous smirk as she'd said. "earn it"
After six months of a non-existent love life after Serena left her, not that they had proceeded past an expression of interests, that was all it took. Emily did her best to stand as her climax rolled through her body. She was almost at the end when Lady A- used her riding crop under the brit's chin to raise her eyes to the dominatrix' gaze. "Slut," was the word and the orgasm rolled over her again. She couldn't help responding, "Anything for you, Mistress!"
Lady A- caught her with an arm around her torso and lowered the pleasurably convulsing redhead to the ground. Emily was only vaguely aware as a hood was placed over her head even as Lady A- voiced information that Emily had confided in Andrea late at night while drunk. "She claims to have orgasms infrequently. We're going to teach her to relax so that she can come more easily."
Emily found herself moved to the bed where she was receiving the attention of Miss Ermine and Miss Lynx. She could tell as she ran her hands down their backs and encountered their tails anchored to anal plugs. That turned the dial back up on Emily's arousal and she knew she was in for a memorable night.
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