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Christina couldn’t remember how she had gotten here, bent over a work table with Wilhelmina looming dangerously, long nails buried in her back. She stifled a cry in her own wrist as the older woman traced lazy patterns on the inside of her thigh. She wasn’t enjoying this-Wilhelmina and everything she stood for repulsed her.
Then those long delicate fingers slipped inside her and she forgot her earlier hesitation.
“Oh, yes, you like that,” Wilhelmina cooed in that darkly devastating alto. She quickly inserted two more digits, draping the length of her still-clad body over the half-naked form of the designer, her breath washing maddeningly across Christina’s neck.
Christina stiffened at the statement, libido temporarily going cold. She attempted to pull away from those demanding fingers and that sickeningly sinful voice, but Wilhelmina Slater is never denied. The darker woman grabbed Christina roughly at the waist, pulling the girl into a more upright position, forcing her fingers deep inside.
The Scottish woman let out a small broken cry that sounded more like a plea, and came. Christina did not feel sated however; she felt as if she had betrayed herself and her morals.
But Wilhelmina Slater, the best creative director in the country wanted her, a faceless designer that no one had known existed before the cruel-intentioned woman had gotten her line in at Fashion Week. And what Wilhelmina wanted, Wilhelmina got.
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Then those long delicate fingers slipped inside her and she forgot her earlier hesitation.
“Oh, yes, you like that,” Wilhelmina cooed in that darkly devastating alto. She quickly inserted two more digits, draping the length of her still-clad body over the half-naked form of the designer, her breath washing maddeningly across Christina’s neck.
Christina stiffened at the statement, libido temporarily going cold. She attempted to pull away from those demanding fingers and that sickeningly sinful voice, but Wilhelmina Slater is never denied. The darker woman grabbed Christina roughly at the waist, pulling the girl into a more upright position, forcing her fingers deep inside.
The Scottish woman let out a small broken cry that sounded more like a plea, and came. Christina did not feel sated however; she felt as if she had betrayed herself and her morals.
But Wilhelmina Slater, the best creative director in the country wanted her, a faceless designer that no one had known existed before the cruel-intentioned woman had gotten her line in at Fashion Week. And what Wilhelmina wanted, Wilhelmina got.
for
sheepfairy's request