Prokofiev Passion - Chapter 4/?
A/N: I put two chapters up today, so make sure to read 3 as well as this. I don’t know what happened when I was writing this, but it literally took on a life of its own….so, yeah. Enjoy?
Warning: This chapter contains elements of BDSM, so if that’s not your thing, then click the little back button and wait for Chapter 5 to be posted. You won’t be missing anything but sex.
Chapter 4
They stumbled into their lavish hotel room, lips still attached and fingers curling against the flimsy material of their dresses (as well as they could with instruments in their hands). Callie barely had time to lock the door behind them and place her cello case down before Arizona pushed her roughly onto the bed. The blonde pulled her blue satin dress over her head and proceeded to straddle her girlfriend.
“I think this was our best performance so far,” Callie mumbled in between torrid kisses.
“More importantly, I think this was the sexiest dress you’ve worn so far,” Arizona replied. “And now I want it off,” she growled. Arizona didn’t often growl in bed, but when she did, Callie knew that she was in for one hell of a night and would probably have some physical markings as a reminder the next day.
Callie sat up and bunched her dress at her waist, allowing Arizona to tug it over her head. Arizona’s mouth went dry when she discovered that Callie had been wearing nothing underneath the whole night.
“You’re such a tease,” Arizona whispered feverishly in Callie’s ear, before biting down on the soft lobe. “I think you should be punished.”
“Pun-punished?” Callie gulped.
“Mmhmm. I want to try something. You remember our safe word?”
“Flamingo,” Callie croaked.
Arizona had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at her frazzled girlfriend. “Stay,” she requested, before leaping off the bed to retrieve something from her suitcase. When she appeared again at the foot of the bed, she held her hands behind her back.
“What, uh, what do you have there?” Callie asked, trying to regulate her breathing in an effort not to sound quite so worried.
“Close your eyes,” Arizona demanded softly.
Callie rolled her eyes and was tempted to utter ‘flamingo’ just on principle, but bit her tongue, knowing that with Arizona, the journey was often confusing, but the result was earth-shattering. So, she did as she was told and waited, naked and cold on the bed, for Arizona to use whatever she had behind her back on her.
Arizona once again straddled the brunette, and using one hand, held both of Callie’s above her head and against the pillow. In an effort to distract her, Arizona kissed Callie soundly, sucking her tongue forcefully into her mouth. With Callie’s attention now fully focused on the incredible things Arizona was doing with her talented lips, tongue, and teeth, her equally talented hands deftly unlatched the clasps on the rainbow cuffs she’d recently bought and wrapped them around Callie’s wrists. Momentarily separating her mouth from Callie’s, Arizona reached up and tied the straps of the cuffs to each corner of the head of their four-poster bed.
“What are you doing?” Callie asked, when her mind pulled itself out of the hazy, yet delightful, fog of kissing Arizona and realized her predicament.
“When in Milan,” Arizona quipped.
“I don’t think this is what the Milanians, or whatever, do.”
Still straddling her girlfriend, Arizona leaned down and kissed along her jaw and down her neck. She continued her assault along Callie’s collarbone and down her sternum, deliberately avoiding the two strained peaks that wanted her attention the most. Scooting down so that she was straddling Callie’s thighs, Arizona continued to kiss a path over Callie’s stomach. She nibbled and sucked, making sure to leave several marks over Callie’s ribcage, before swirling her tongue inside and around Callie’s navel.
Callie moaned as Arizona inched her way lower and lower and pulled against her cuffs, wanting nothing more than to latch on to Arizona’s smooth blonde hair and direct her to where she wanted - no, needed - attention.
“Arizona, please don’t tease me,” Callie pleaded when she felt Arizona move down past her pelvis and to her thighs.
Arizona released a bark of laughter. “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that, my love,” she replied in a mockingly threatening tone. “Don’t you remember that I’m supposed to be punishing you for being a tease? That little comment of yours just set you back a bit, I’m afraid.”
And with that she pushed herself off Callie’s body, the brunette hissing at the sudden loss of contact. Arizona walked around to the head of the bed and placed two of the hotel’s plush pillows under Callie’s head, propping it up enough that Callie could see in front of her without straining.
“What are - what are you doing?” Callie asked in a mild panic when Arizona walked away from the bed.
“You’ll see!”
Taking up a position at the foot of the bed, Arizona reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let the blue lacy material slide down her arms and finally to one finger before flinging it to the floor.
“We had a good performance tonight, but did you notice me mess up?”
Callie shook her head furiously. “You were perfect, as always.”
“It was our best performance together, yes, but I could have been better. I was too distracted by you and your dress. And so, you’re being punished.”
She stopped her diatribe to pull down her matching panties, kicking them haphazardly to the side. Standing completely naked in front of Callie, she continued.
“And you’re going to be punished by watching me practice.”
Arizona walked to where she’d dumped her violin case not half an hour ago in their lust-filled haze. She took her violin out of its case and carried it and the bow in one hand, while grabbing a chair in the other. Positioning the chair at the foot of the bed, she sat down and raised the violin to her neck.
“Watch and listen. Tell me if I miss a note.”
Without letting Callie respond, Arizona began playing immediately, keeping her posture perfect and her legs shut tightly together. She closed her eyes and leaned into her violin, becoming one with the instrument. Callie was mesmerized, as she always was, with Arizona’s intrinsic musicality. She watched, entranced, as Arizona swayed back and forth, her breasts bouncing lightly with the rhythm.
After a few moments, Arizona placed the bottom of the violin in her lap, the neck resting against her collarbone.
“That was beautiful,” Callie said, eager to please Arizona so that she would forget this silly rehearsing idea and come fuck her. The burning at her core was only increasing steadily as Arizona’s show continued.
Ignoring Callie’s compliment, Arizona spoke in a low, even tone. “It’s no secret that I think stringed instruments are the most beautiful of all the instruments, both in tone and in appearance. I think it’s for the same reason I think women are the more beautiful sex. It’s the shape. Do you see how the violin in this position mirrors my curves?”
Callie nodded.
“Well, you, Calliope, you have the most divine curves I’ve ever seen. Knowing you has made me a better player. It’s not because your own talent pushes me to be better, though it certainly does. It’s because when I play my violin, I imagine that I’m playing you. I imagine running my hands along your neck and down to your breasts. I imagine grabbing your amazing hips as they buck forward. I imagine sinking my fingers into you and feeling you tighten and quake around them.”
Callie bent her legs at her knees and planted her feet on the firm mattress below her, curling her toes into the comforter. She whimpered when she discovered that did nothing to quell the ache between her legs.
“I never used to play with such passion, just technical perfection. Now, I play with passion, because I’m not playing my violin, I’m playing you.”
She raised her violin once more and continued where she left off. As she played, she slowly began to spread her legs, allowing Callie to see the exact effect this game she was playing was having on her. Arizona’s legs fully spread, Callie groaned and leaned back against the pillows, her eyes slamming shut of their own accord. Arizona deliberately played a jarringly wrong note. When Callie didn’t react, she abruptly stopped.
“I asked you to listen and tell me where I went wrong, didn’t I?” Arizona snapped.
“Uh, ye-yes, you did. S-sorry,” Callie stuttered, squeezing her legs shut to create some sort of friction there.
“Legs open,” Arizona demanded. Callie obeyed and bit her bottom lip, trying not to do or say anything that would delay this process. “I could leave. If you’re not going to watch and help me, I could just go into the other room to rehearse. And you know how I sometimes lose track of time when I’m rehearsing. You could end up being tied up here for hours without release. And then when I’m done rehearsing, I might be too tired to help you out.”
Callie hated Arizona. She did. She hated her with every fiber of her being. Except she didn’t. She loved her entirely, and she loved that they were so brazen and so open with each other sexually, that their sex life hadn’t waned the slightest bit since their sensual first time. But right now, she was at the end of her rope, literally, and Arizona knew exactly how frustrated she was but was going to string her along until the last possible second. Callie wasn’t even sure that Arizona’s words had been an idle threat. She could see her dominating girlfriend thinking it would be a great idea to leave her tied up and vulnerable while she practiced.
Arizona had had enough of Callie’s silence, so she decided to make good on her threat…or at least make Callie think that. She stood from the chair and walked with her violin to the door to the other room of their suite. Callie wanted to say it; the word ‘flamingo’ was on the tip of her tongue. She had lost and Arizona had won, and they would have some pretty amazing sex when Callie conceded, but it wouldn’t be quite the same. So she didn’t say it. Instead, she set her jaw and swallowed back the lump in her throat.
“Stay. I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time and will tell you when you go wrong, and if I don’t, you can punish me in any way you see fit.”
Sighing in relief, Arizona turned from the door and stalked back over to the bed. Callie watched her like a hawk and was surprised and relieved when Arizona placed her violin back in its case, before returning to the bed.
“So…it’s over?” Callie asked hopefully and desperately.
“Not quite,” Arizona laughed, climbing on the bed next to Callie. “Turn over,” she commanded.
Callie furrowed her brow and pulled on her cuffs. Arizona laughed again and took the pillows out from under Callie’s head. “You can do it. They stretch.”
Callie complied, awkwardly turning her body over using her elbows until she was on her stomach, her arms crossed above her head and still attached to the bed posts.
“Mmm, you look just like a violin…or a cello,” Arizona said hungrily, taking in Callie’s appearance in the dimly lit room.
She ran her hands down Callie’s body, fingers lightly flirting with the sides of her breasts. Her hands dipped inwards at Callie’s waist, before moving out again over the brunette’s hips and ass. Callie moaned and bucked her hips into the mattress when Arizona’s nimble fingers kneaded her ass. Discovering that the mattress provided a tiny bit of friction where she needed it, Callie bucked her hips once more. This action was rewarded with a sharp swat to her ass, and Callie hissed in pain.
“Stop,” Arizona demanded simply. “You won’t come until I let you.” She swatted Callie’s ass once more for good measure.
Arizona trailed her index finger along Callie’s slit, enjoying the wetness that seeped over her fingers. When she reached Callie’s entrance, she pushed two fingers up to the second knuckles and curled her fingers downwards.
“Oh thank god,” Callie groaned.
Callie’s gratitude was too much too soon, however; Arizona began pumping her fingers excruciatingly slowly, curling and scissoring her index and middle fingers.
“Fuck, Arizona. I need more. I’m so close,” Callie pleaded through her panting.
With one last curl of her fingers, Arizona pulled out entirely. Callie released a sound that was a mixture of a groan, a grunt, and a scream and was entirely foreign to both of them.
Arizona snaked her way up Callie’s body, her own wetness rubbing against the back of Callie’s thigh. She leaned down close to Callie’s face, her breath creating goosebumps over Callie’s skin.
“I like hearing you beg, but I said you wouldn’t come until I let you, remember?”
Callie nodded, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “Please, Arizona. I will do anything.”
“Good girl,” Arizona hummed, kissing Callie on the cheek.
With one hand next to Callie’s shoulder to brace herself, Arizona slid back into position and without any notice, entered Callie with three fingers.
“Oh, fuck. Yes!” Callie began rocking her hips back as much as she could with her bound arms to meet Arizona’s thrusts. “Please, please, please don’t stop,” Callie begged.
Mesmerized by Callie’s undulating body, Arizona could not have stopped even if she’d wanted to. She threw her whole body into her pumps when her fingers began meeting resistance against Callie’s quickly tightening walls.
Callie released one last long, loud “fuck” when her muscles quaked violently and waves of overwhelming pleasure flooded every part of her body.
As soon as Callie’s tremors subsided, Arizona slid her fingers gently out and climbed forward, careful not to jostle her girlfriend too much. She undid the clasps on the cuffs and uncrossed Callie’s arms. The brunette was essentially all dead weight, completely sated and exhausted. She let Arizona turn her so that she was on her back and mustered a weak smile when Arizona cuddled next to her. The blonde tenderly massaged Callie’s wrists and placed light kisses over the bruises that had begun to perform. It was a damn good thing Callie did not need to touch her cello the following day, because Arizona wasn’t sure her wrists would allow it.
“Holy crap, Arizona,” Callie croaked when she finally had enough strength, several minutes after her orgasm. “What the hell was that?” She knew it wasn’t the right response, but her addled brain literally could not process anything else.
“I’m sorry. Was it too much? I shouldn’t have pushed you that far. You should have used the safe word! I just…I got in this mood, and I couldn’t stop, and you were just so hot tied to the bed like that and I…”
“Oh my god, Arizona, stop.” Callie opened her eyes for the first time since her earth-shattering climax. She reached a hand up and ran a finger over Arizona’s cheek, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “That was quite literally the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. I could have said the safe word, and I would have if I’d needed to. But I didn’t. You are amazing.”
“Oh,” Arizona breathed, a wide grin forming on her face. “Good.”
“I’m not saying I want to do it again tomorrow, because I do need to play cello at some point, but holy shit, that was amazing.” The end of Callie’s sentence was cut off with a large yawn.
Arizona reached down and pulled the covers up over their naked bodies. “You’re so exhausted after that, Calliope. Go to sleep.”
“Mmm, but what about you?” Callie murmured, her eyelids already drooping.
“I’m good, I promise. This is just karmic retribution from our stint on the plane.”
Callie snorted. “I don’t think sex is what they had in mind.”
Ignoring her comment, Arizona pushed a sweaty lock off Callie’s forehead and leaned down to kiss her temple.
“I love you, Calliope. Go to sleep.”
“I love you, too, Arizona,” Callie mumbled into her pillow, already halfway taken over by sleep.