30 Day Challenge: Day 24 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 24 (Role-playing)
Word Count: 771
Warnings: Safe wording, master-slave play, food incorporated
Summary: Willow is the wife of an often away Roman General and Tara is her body slave.
"Dinner is served Mistress."
Willow looked at Tara's bowed head and felt another shiver run through her. She shifted in her seat and swallowed. "Excellent. Serve it to me."
Tara backed out of the room slowly and Willow bit her lip. The short roman style tunic, the patterns of her pretend family around the edges, it made her want to stop the game and bring Tara to bed this second. But she could wait, it would feel even better after another hour and Tara looked so good in her slave gear.
When Tara returned with the platter of food, she knelt in front of Willow's chair and offered it up to her, making no move to set it down for her to eat. Willow picked up one of the small pieces of lamb, there were roasted vegetables and small shot glasses filled with wine, less likely to spill than an actual glass. The food was amazing and Willow couldn't help the orgasmic sounds erupting as she swallowed down the choice meats and delicious flavours.
The platter was more than half full when she finished and Willow wiped her greasy fingers in Tara's hair. They'd agreed on it before, but it still seemed so wrong, so dirty to do it. Tara made a small noise when Willow touched her and that was all the redhead needed to really wipe her fingers clean.
"Go slave." Willow ordered. Tara rose from the ground and wavered on her feet for a moment. Willow almost stood up to help her, but Tara started to walk, slowly, out of the room. When her own calves ached in sympathy, Willow rubbed them quickly and rearranged her robes on the chair before Tara returned.
The blond returned empty handed, she took a small basket off of their shared desk and moved around to stand behind Willow. She didn't speak as she carefully ran the brush through Willow's short hair and smoothed her fingers through it after each stoke. Willow sighed and leaned back to enjoy it, she'd forgotten how nice it was to have someone else brush her hair. She'd have to get Tara to go this more often.
Her hair was silky smooth when Tara put the brush and comb away.
"Slave." Willow's voice wavered and she watched as Tara knelt in front of her. She wasn't sure if she had the guts to say the things she planned.
"Mistress?" Tara whispered when Willow couldn't find her voice.
"The Master has been gone for such a long time." Willow whispered back and she could feel the heat coming from her face and chest. There was a matching heat between her legs and she shifted them open ever so slightly.
"Would you?" Tara lifted her hand.
"I-" Willow slid to the edge of chair and hiked the skirt of her robe up to her waist. "Put your tongue to good use slave."
Tara inched forward on her knees and Willow tangled her fingers in Tara's blond hair. The tongue was warm and wet on her vulva and when Tara's teeth grazed over her clit, her grip on Tara's hair tightened.
As Tara worked away between her legs, Willow focused on the hair under her fingers. It was still greasy from where she'd wiped her hands earlier and every time Tara did something that sent a shiver up her spine, her hands tightened and she tugged. Willow liked pulling Tara's hair when the blond went down on her. Tara didn't, so it didn't happen very often and Willow was taking every opportunity to do it now.
"Artemis." Tara croaked and Willow almost missed it. She slid off the chair onto the floor and worked her fingers out of Tara's hair. The blonde's face was red and her eyes were puffy.
"Tara! Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry." Willow pulled Tara close and held her. "What happened? I didn't mean. . ."
Tara pulled away from her. Her face wasn't so red anymore and her chest heaved with every breath she took in. "I couldn't breathe." She said between gasps. "The hair was okay, a little tight, but you were forcing me down, thighs around my neck." She rubbed at the side of her neck. "It's okay.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Willow ran her fingers over the marks her legs had left.
Tara shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair, grimacing when she felt the grease. "I think I'm gonna take a shower now."
"Yeah, yeah, good idea." Willow stood up with her. "I'm sorry."
"But until then, did you have fun?" Tara asked.
Willow grinned. "Definitely going on the try again list."
Word Count: 771
Warnings: Safe wording, master-slave play, food incorporated
Summary: Willow is the wife of an often away Roman General and Tara is her body slave.
"Dinner is served Mistress."
Willow looked at Tara's bowed head and felt another shiver run through her. She shifted in her seat and swallowed. "Excellent. Serve it to me."
Tara backed out of the room slowly and Willow bit her lip. The short roman style tunic, the patterns of her pretend family around the edges, it made her want to stop the game and bring Tara to bed this second. But she could wait, it would feel even better after another hour and Tara looked so good in her slave gear.
When Tara returned with the platter of food, she knelt in front of Willow's chair and offered it up to her, making no move to set it down for her to eat. Willow picked up one of the small pieces of lamb, there were roasted vegetables and small shot glasses filled with wine, less likely to spill than an actual glass. The food was amazing and Willow couldn't help the orgasmic sounds erupting as she swallowed down the choice meats and delicious flavours.
The platter was more than half full when she finished and Willow wiped her greasy fingers in Tara's hair. They'd agreed on it before, but it still seemed so wrong, so dirty to do it. Tara made a small noise when Willow touched her and that was all the redhead needed to really wipe her fingers clean.
"Go slave." Willow ordered. Tara rose from the ground and wavered on her feet for a moment. Willow almost stood up to help her, but Tara started to walk, slowly, out of the room. When her own calves ached in sympathy, Willow rubbed them quickly and rearranged her robes on the chair before Tara returned.
The blond returned empty handed, she took a small basket off of their shared desk and moved around to stand behind Willow. She didn't speak as she carefully ran the brush through Willow's short hair and smoothed her fingers through it after each stoke. Willow sighed and leaned back to enjoy it, she'd forgotten how nice it was to have someone else brush her hair. She'd have to get Tara to go this more often.
Her hair was silky smooth when Tara put the brush and comb away.
"Slave." Willow's voice wavered and she watched as Tara knelt in front of her. She wasn't sure if she had the guts to say the things she planned.
"Mistress?" Tara whispered when Willow couldn't find her voice.
"The Master has been gone for such a long time." Willow whispered back and she could feel the heat coming from her face and chest. There was a matching heat between her legs and she shifted them open ever so slightly.
"Would you?" Tara lifted her hand.
"I-" Willow slid to the edge of chair and hiked the skirt of her robe up to her waist. "Put your tongue to good use slave."
Tara inched forward on her knees and Willow tangled her fingers in Tara's blond hair. The tongue was warm and wet on her vulva and when Tara's teeth grazed over her clit, her grip on Tara's hair tightened.
As Tara worked away between her legs, Willow focused on the hair under her fingers. It was still greasy from where she'd wiped her hands earlier and every time Tara did something that sent a shiver up her spine, her hands tightened and she tugged. Willow liked pulling Tara's hair when the blond went down on her. Tara didn't, so it didn't happen very often and Willow was taking every opportunity to do it now.
"Artemis." Tara croaked and Willow almost missed it. She slid off the chair onto the floor and worked her fingers out of Tara's hair. The blonde's face was red and her eyes were puffy.
"Tara! Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry." Willow pulled Tara close and held her. "What happened? I didn't mean. . ."
Tara pulled away from her. Her face wasn't so red anymore and her chest heaved with every breath she took in. "I couldn't breathe." She said between gasps. "The hair was okay, a little tight, but you were forcing me down, thighs around my neck." She rubbed at the side of her neck. "It's okay.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Willow ran her fingers over the marks her legs had left.
Tara shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair, grimacing when she felt the grease. "I think I'm gonna take a shower now."
"Yeah, yeah, good idea." Willow stood up with her. "I'm sorry."
"But until then, did you have fun?" Tara asked.
Willow grinned. "Definitely going on the try again list."