Tape Deck
Title: Tape Deck
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Bela Talbot/Jo Harvelle for slartibartfast @ comment_fic
Summary:Jo remembers a rogue she met one night at a bar;
prompt: the one thing I miss the most
Warnings: femslash, female solo, oral, slight D/s
Notes:I miss them. Was so glad to see this prompt by slartibartfast
Word Count: 4,690
It was a dark night, and the scent of a storm hung in the air. Thick and palpable. Jo had locked the front door of the storefront 3 hours ago at 1:30. A little earlier than usual, but the storm made people stay inside their houses on nights like this one in tiny little farm towns . So she was sitting behind a stack of inventory that needed to be logged cleaning out the shotguns. Her mama was out in the storm and had phoned with the announcement that she wouldn't be back until nightfall.
Most of what they would need to catch up with the Winchester's was already packed up and ready to go. Mama had insisted they grab some hex bags, which was the main reason that they were already a day behind.
"I ain't seeing you with black eyes again, JoAnna Beth. Mind the store and remind me to thank Bobby for setting us up with a front for a little while at least." and that had really been the end of that.
She finished up in the stock area and trudged up to bed when exhaustion threatened to take her down to the murky depths of sleep. It was better than fantasizing about what could never be, she reasoned as she curled up in bed under thick warm covers.
~
It hadn't been an unusual night when Jo met a beautiful woman with a smug English accent and a cocky grin. Sure, it had been raining pretty hard, but the Roadhouse had still been whole and so, in many ways, had Jo.
"You getting ready to close up?" A soft arrogant voice spoke over the Kansas song playing in the background.
She had looked up. Annoyed beyond belief. This bitch had ordered one glass of wine, griped about what vintage it was and had proceeded to sit in the back corner and be generally antagonizing to the other patrons.
"It was last call ten minutes ago." The woman merely cocked her head. Jo sighed. "Yeah. We're closing up."
"You should use a higher quality shampoo," she said with pursed lips.
She flung down the rag she had been using to wipe down the tables. "What the hell are you talking about?"
British Bitch tapped her teeth thoughtfully with a beautifully manicured nail. "You have very nice blond hair, but it's all limp." She gestured with her hand as if that would make Jo really pay attention. Jo snorted, and British frowned.
"I don't understand why someone so pretty would take such poor care of herself."
At this, she laughed out loud, holding one side and wiping her eyes. "That's rich!"
British frowned more deeply if that was possible. "I fail to see what's so funny."
"Never mind. Time to go, Lady. We're closing." She snatched the glass off the table and started heading back behind the bar.
"Wait, Jo," she said softly, clasping at her sleeve.
Jo yanked away. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?" The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.
The woman stepped away, appearing incredibly out of her element and a slight pink tinge was in her cheeks. She looked embarrassed.
For a long while, the only thing that made any noise was the old juke box in the corner. Eventually, Jo looked down and sighed.
"Damn."
She got a dustpan and a broom from the back and swept it up. All the while under the awkward scrutiny of this strange woman. She straightened up with a horrible popping sound in her knees.
"You got a name?" she asked walking over to the trash can.
"Bela."
At this she froze. Bobby had called a while back with a warning about a Bela. Bela Talbot. Thief. Manipulator. All around British posh with just a touch of humility tempered with a whole helluva lot of arrogance.
"You should leave."
When Jo turned around to look at her, she was surprised to see a look of hurt on the other woman's face.
~
Jo tossed around for an hour or so before giving up on sleep and pulling out a worn book that had been sent to her by the pretty thief she had met on a dark night. She had read one of the passages so many times that the book simply fell open to the very page she wanted to read.
Her skin was smooth when I ran my fingers across her skin, and she whined when I leaned down to nip at the flesh of her breasts.
"Don't do that," she whispers fretfully.
"Why not?" I'm teasing her now. I shouldn't do that. She's strung out enough as it is.
She gasps shakily. "Please?"
Her need makes my belly hot and I scoot down to settle between her thighs."Of course, baby."
I lower my mouth to her wetness and she sighs in content, her hand coming to rest in my hair, winding the blond tendrils around her fingers. I sign, too and keep tasting her. My tongue teases at her folds, her clit, until she's swollen and needy. Crying out openly.
That's it. Come for me, my beautiful love. I don't know if the whisper is only in my mind or not.
Jo lowers her hand to her own breasts, letting her eyes flutter close. This had always been her favorite part. The teasings. Gentle kisses up and down the flesh of her throat, dry pads against the side of her breast, a hand traveling down her belly to palm her sex through her underwear. Damn but Bela had always been good at getting her all hot and bothered.
She whined softly, rubbing her fingers against the hood of her clit. The flesh pulsed and began to harden. Not able to hold back, she began to writhe on the bed and undulate her hips. When she came with a harsh pant, she rolled off and went to sleep. She had to get up early to leave on time when her mom came home. The Winchesters were gonna need their help this time.
~
Bela always knew the best ways to get under her skin after that night in The Roadhouse, and the truly sad part about it was the fact that she didn't really have to try all that hard to do it.
Jo raked her eyes over this new Bela woman and wondered what the hell she was doing looking all hurt like that. "Hey, you can walk out that door, Ma'am. I don't owe you any respect you don't deserve."
"I wasn't asking for respect," she murmured with a confused tilt of her head. "I merely asked you to wait. I need to speak with you."
She snorted. "Yeah? Well, what if I don't feel much like talking?"
At this, Bela looked delighted. "I wouldn't ask someone as pretty as you if you felt like doing anything. I might just take it from you." She started forward, advancing with a dangerous intent in her eyes.
Jo frowned. This wasn't anything at all like the Bela Bobby had called about or the Bela Dean griped about losing to every single time they met up with her. In all honesty, she had been expecting more of a cold hearted bitch.
"Are you hitting on me?"
Bela smirked but neither affirmed or denied Jo's claim. "I do like what I see,"
She shook her head. "Too bad. It's time to go now. I don't care where, but you can't stay here."
"Is that from a song, little JoA-"
Jo grabbed a fistfull of her pretty silk shirt and shoved her against a table. "Don't you fucking dare use my name like that. You call me Jo. We clear?"
A flicker of fear crept into her eyes at the threat, but the other woman swallowed and nodded. "Of course."
"Now what the hell do you want from me?"
"I....ah-" she broke off fingering the length of a silver bracelet on her left wrist. "I had a run in with a rather persuasive incubus while trying to acquire this." She held up the pendant of her necklace. It was a small hourglass with an inlayed sapphire at the point where the two halves came together. A gold cage suspended the hourglass from the matching gold chain. "He was very selective with his clientele he said."
She raised an eyebrow. "So, go get laid. Why didn't you go home with one of the guys?"
"It was a very specific demon!" she insisted, her voice growing shrill. "It can't be just any man."
Jo rolled her eyes. "So, who does it have to be?"
"An honorable woman."
"Well, damn. You can't even fuck yourself now, can you?"
She looked defiant for a moment before lowering her eyes. "No. I cannot do that."
"Hmmm." She tapped her fingers thoughtfully against her teeth. "You think I should fuck you then?"
Bela's eyes flew to Jo's face. "Yes."
She shook her head slowly, watching the color go out from the other woman's face and her eyes dim. "I don't want to fuck a mouthy little bitch," she commented as she reached between the other woman's legs to rest her palm on her sex. Bela gasped and let her thighs fall open.
Jo grinned at that. Looked like posh liked it rough, and Jo wasn't above admitting that the rich bitch had something going on there. She was exactly her type. A little too cool for her taste, but absolutely beautiful. Long hair and legs that just went on and on. Her eyes were dark and painted to look even darker. She liked a submissive that hid it.
"You don't look like you deserve it," Jo whispered pushing against Bela harder and watching as Bela tossed her head back and forth.
Her mouth fell open and she whimpered softly. A string of ''Please. Oh please'' began to pour from her mouth. Jo tightened her grip on her hair. The pain seemed to do it for British, and she moaned, thrusting against Jo's palm. Jo pulled back and swatted at her mound gently but firmly.
"None of that, British."
This little tart was testing, seeing if she was lenient. Maybe she had mistresses in the past who put up with backtalk and snarkiness, but that wasn't her, and Jo wanted to quickly dissuade her of that illusion.
"Bela. I am-"
Jo gripped her chin and forced her to look up. "You are whatever I say you are. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" she said, a light teasing tone taking the edge off her voice.
Bela cocked her head and smiled. It was an easy smile that didn't do on a woman who was supposed to be such a cold hearted creature. Her answer was in the sweetest tone Jo had ever heard. "Yes, Ma'am. Ma'am?"
Well damn if she wasn't the perfect little submissive under all that exterior. Jo was willing she broke real easy when she wanted to.
"Yes?" she said returning to palm the other woman under the folds of her expensive skirt. "What is it?"
"May I call you Miss Jo?" Jo looked up, but she was hiding. Her dark eyes hidden by a sweep of wavy hair.
"You may."
Her voice was small and tight as Jo began to pull down the waistband of her panties. "Thank you, Miss Jo."
Jo ran her index finger over the jut of her pelvic bone then down to the hood of her clit and rubbed along the slick flesh.
"Oh!" Bela's legs closed instinctively, and Jo sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's just..."
"Should I put you over my knee?"
Her eyes went wide at the threat, but Jo didn't miss the anxious way her sex pulsed. "Oh," she said softly.
"Maybe you'd like that," Jo continued rubbing her with one finger, delighting in how she tried to keep her legs open and catching her easily when her legs buckled.
She looked up fearfully, gasping for breath. "Sorry! I'll try to be better. Just so much-"
Jo pressed her fingers to her lips and hushed her. "None of that. I'm not displeased with you. Come." She tugged on her hand. "Fix your skirt and wait here."
She didn't bother to look back and check to see if Bela was obeying her. The look she had was one of obedience, not of attitude. Jo locked up the front door and put up the 'sorry, we're closed sign,' then put up all the chair at the tables and the stools went up on the bar. She decided that she'd sweep up the floor tomorrow. When she turned her attention back to Bela, she found British to be all fixed up . Her skirt was closed and pulled down to where it should have been. Her eyes were respectfully lowered and her hands were folded in front of her.
"Come on, doll. You got your purse?"
She respectfully held it out and Jo took it. She set the purse on the bar and nodded at Bela. The other woman cocked her head. She wasn't playing. Jo had confused her.
"Arms and legs out. I want to make sure you're not packing."
Bela frowned but complied. When Jo pulled a knife, gun and set of lock picks off her, she flinched. "Not good, British."
She returned to the purse and thumbed through the contents before dropping her findings inside and retreating to the back room to lock it in the safe.
"Ma'am, those weren't-"
Jo gripped her chin. "I didn't say you could talk. We'll have to deal with this upstairs."
Her bedroom was the loft. Mama lived in the back of the bar. She had the more spacious room to be fair, but Mama knew that Jo preferred her privacy to anything else. There was nothing particularly menacing about her room. A scattering of books and pages covered the makeshift desk/dresser in the corner and there was a coffee table in front of the window. The bed was pushed up against the wall. Bela looked at Jo from under her hair.
"So what did this incubus want exactly?"
Bela kept her gaze lowered. "He told me I should learn some humility."
"That so?" she mused. "Up on the bed. Take off you shirt and bra. Keep the skirt and panties. I need to get some things."
She opened her desk drawer and took out a bottle of lube and a thick dildo. After a pause, she took out a condom and a pair of latex glove. "Allergic to latex?" she asked without looking up.
"No, Ma'am."
"Anything I should know about before I start? Triggers? No-no's?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Hmmm." She turned around to find Bela kneeling prettily with her ass up the air. "That's good to know. Stop means stop here. No does not. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." She was wriggling slightly.
She slid a condom on the dildo and poured lube on it. Then, she put on the gloves and liberally poured some more of the lick liquid onto her right hand. With her left she flipped Bela's skirt up and lowered her panties to the middle of her thigh. The skin her ass was smooth and she pushed herself into the other woman's grip slightly. "Keep still." The movements stopped immediately. She drizzled some lube down her crack and was rewarded with a soft whimper.
"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, British." She gave a loud groan at Jo's declaration. "Then I'm going to push a dildo up there and put you over my knee. How does that sound?"
"So good, Ma'am. Thank you," she panted breathlessly.
Jo thrust in one finger brutally and felt the tightening of the muscle, but it was to late. She was inside already. The slickness made her slide inside easy and far more deeply, and Bela gave a surprised cry.
She leaned down to whisper in Bela's ear, thrusting in with one finger all the while. "Look how easy I went in. You foolin' around, British? How'd you get so loose?"
"I-I-Oh! Fuck! I like to t-t-t-touch sometimes."
"You ever fuck this hole?"
She watched the blush creep up her back and shoulders. "Sometimes, Ma'am."
"With what?"
"Toys," her voice unbelievable small.
"Small ones?"
"Yes, Miss Jo."
"Big ones?"
"No, Ma'am. I-Oh God!"
Jo thrust in two more fingers, scissoring them wide apart, and Bela's wall clenched around her. "I want to see how wide you can go, doll. Spread those legs apart."
Bela spread her legs nice and wide, and Jo settled back using the bed to brace her knees. The sheets were bunched in Bela's fists and the occasional gasp or cry broke the silence. Four fingers could go in smoothly now, so Jo pulled free. When her fingers popped out with a wet squelching sound, Bela whined in the back of her throat. She pulled off the glove, making sure it rolled inside out, and tossed it in the garbage bin. She kept her clean glove on and picked up the dildo. She pressed the tip against the woman's wet, glistening entrance.
"Ma'am?"
"You got something to say, British?"
"I've never had something like that before, Miss Jo."
"No time like the present," Jo said with a laugh.
Bela fell silent and lowered her head, so she bury her face against her arm. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid the tip of the false cock into Bela's ass. The pressure was steady inside of Bela. She felt so full, so fucked, and Miss Jo was so relentless. She had played with toys before, but they were always small. This thing was huge inside of her. When it finally stopped pushing inside of her, she could barely breathe, let alone move. She was dimly aware of Miss Jo dripping more lube down the crack of her ass.
"I'm going to fuck you with this now, British. So, lift up your hips. I want your ass in the air."
She pulled it almost the whole way out before shoving it back in. The new lube slicked the way even more, and Bela could feel some of it streaming down her thighs and between her legs. Her pussy was soaked and desperate for friction, but Bela didn't dare reach a hand down to touch herself not quite sure what Miss Jo would do to her. The thrusts became faster, the force translating to the back of her pussy walls and spurring her closer to the brink of orgasm. She cried out, and Miss Jo stopped.
"That will do for now."
To her shock, Miss Jo pulled her panties back up and smoothed her skirt over her behind. The dildo was an unyielding presence in her ass as Miss Jo pulled her to her feet. She tottered on her heels, but Miss Jo's hands were firm around her waist.
"Here. We'll switch."
Jo sat down and pulled Bela down across her lap. She sighed heavily. "You misbehave so much, Bela. Why are you such a naughty girl?"
"I..."
"Yes?" Miss Jo pressed gently.
"I don't want them to hate me," she whispered truthfully and tears started to pool in the corner of her eyes. "Miss Jo, I don't like this. Please, don't."
"What's our word, doll?" Jo pressed, waiting until Bela chose to shake her head instead. When there was nothing further from Bela, Jo smoothed her hand over her bare back and over her skirt. Bela's breast were pressing pleasantly against Jo's thigh and her legs were folded neatly over her other one. Her heels were pressed tightly together. She gasped when Jo ran her hand over the base of the dildo.
When she raised her hand and brought it down hard on Bela's clothed back side, she was slightly surprised at the easy way Bela took the blow. It seemed to calm her in a way nothing else they had done this evening had.
"Thank you, Ma'am," she whispered. "Please, more."
"Such a demanding brat," she said good naturedly.
Every time she brought her hand down, Bela babbled out a thank you and an honorific. Jo kept talking because it made Bela so much more responsive to the blows.
"Why so naughty?" SMACK! "You're so beautiful." SMACK! "You shouldn't be ugly on the inside. Not with a face like that." SMACK! "Does this hurt?" SMACK! "I bet that cock in your ass makes it feel so good." SMACK! "Maybe I should hit that."
She moved her blows so they landed on the dildo, and Bela grunted with each sharp slap now.
"Oh! Miss Jo, no. Not there. Please." Jo was careful to keep up a steady rhythm as Bela pushed pack into the blows and kept begging for a mercy she didn't want. She stopped abruptly. Bela stilled. "Do you want to come, British?"
"Yes. I...Oh, yes, Miss Jo!" she begged enthusiastically.
She maneuvered Bela so that she was straddling her left thigh, and Jo's left arm was thrown around her waist. "Then go at it. Get yourself at." When she tried to brign her hands forward, Jo grabbed them both by the wrist and held them fast with one hand. "Not with your hands. Just like this."
A hot blush warmed Bela's face, and this time Jo could see it. The blond chuckled and waited patiently for Bela to start moving. Once she did, Jo shoved two fingers into her mouth.
"Nice and wet," she whispered. Bela took them into her mouth greedily and suckled on them.
When Jo was satisfied, she removed them and rubbed them insistently against Bela's clit in time to her thrust against the denim over Jo's thigh.
It only took her a few moments, but the orgasm made her entire body spasm. Her tremblings took longer than Jo expected to slow and stop. When she was finally aware of herself, she had a goofy smile on her face and was looking up at Jo with complete adoration.
"Thank you, Miss Jo."
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
Jo waited a few minutes for Bela to start moving before she slowly removed the dildo and stripped off the rest of her clothes and the heels.
"May I touch you, Ma'am?" she asked sweetly bringing her own fingers down to Jo's jeans.
"No. We're done for now."
"But, Ma'am-"
"I said we're done." Her tone left no room for argument, but Bela looked so sad that Jo couldn't resist kissing her gently on the lips. "You haven't done anything wrong. I just prefer that you don't"
"Yes, Ma'am," but it was all to clear that she didn't understand and was still put out.
She guided Bela to the shower and washed her off with tenderness and care. Bela leaned into her gentle caresses and gave her a small smile. Jo got her into bed before taking her own shower. Typically, she would have sat down and waited until Bela woke up again, but the other woman was completely wrung out. Jo wasn't all that worried about her getting up while she was in the bathroom. She fell fast asleep the moment Jo put her to bed. When she came back to the bed, Bela lifted up the covers.
"Please, Ma'am?"
She nodded and silently granted her the small request.
They were a tangle of limbs on top of the sheets. Jo was surprised but pleased when Bela kissed her playfully on the shoulder. They stayed like that until it all became hazy and peaceful. If Jo didn't fall asleep completely, she couldn't exactly complain.
The sun was coming up when they untangled and Jo took Bela's hand in hers.
There was a small room next to the kitchen that was used as a dining area. They set across from each other on soft chairs.
So, it was over eggs and toast that Bela sipped coffee and quietly explained how she had learned about a Ms. Jo Harvelle from a dealer in Canada. Apparently, she had made quite a splash into the hunter world. So much so that Bela had been tailing her for a couple of weeks and figured out that she had the potential to be quite the domme.
Jo quirked an eyebrow. "You lied to me?"
"I did."
"And you didn't know I was already a top?"
Bela shook her head. "I may have been more upfront if I had."
"So, there was no incubus?"
Bela smiled softly. "None as such, Ms. Harvelle."
She threw a napkin at Bela's head. "You bitch!" she snapped.
But she was already going down on her knees in front of Jo. "Let me make it up to you."
She was tugging on the fastenings of her jeans, and Jo stood up to pull them off. She sat back down after putting her jeans and underwear on a side table.
"Yeah." She lifted up one of her legs. "Go for it. Make it up to me."
And that's exactly what Bela did.
~
Jo gently pressed the purse into Bela's hands. "Be careful."
The older woman took the bag and kissed her. "I will, Ma'am."
"Stay safe."
Bela gave her a sad look. "I'll try to."
"Bela," she said sternly. "You need to, you call me. You hear me? I'll come. You're mine now, and I take care of what's mine."
"Yes, Miss Jo."
They didn't see each other much after that, but Bela called twice a month always ending in an orgasm for Jo, and Bela timidly asking if she could come. Sometimes Jo could tell when Bela needed it, but other times she knew that the other woman was just pushing. Trying to see how far she could get. Those were the times she said no or said yes but wouldn't let her turn off the toy she had been playing with or pull it out. Those were the best times because Jo could hear the humiliation, the shame and the arousal it ignited within her woman. A timid 'Yes, Ma'am' would be followed by Bela obeying and then the two of them saying their good byes.
Once a month, she got a package. Books. Clothes. Once a dagger with a blessed blade and Enochian sigils with a note that read:
I got this for you, Ma'am. I hope you like it.
Yours,
B
~
When she found out that Bela Talbot had been killed by Hellhounds, she had closed her eyes in pain. Why didn't she fucking tell her!?
Even the boys had been furious. She had heard Dean bang his fist on the wheel as he explained what she had done.
"I just wish she had told us, you know. I could have done something. Could have at least tried. Now, it's...Fuck."
"I can't believe it."
They had stayed on the phone for a while after that. He telling her about his own deal, and she started to cry about Bela. She couldn't even understand why.
"'Cause she's special, Jo. At least she was."
See? That was the problem. She really had been.
~
The tape had surprised her when it had come in the mail. She never thought British would be a fan of making tape mixes, but they came every once in a while. Sometimes sweet songs, sometime sad songs but always love songs.
It was the longest love letter she had ever gotten, and Jo didn't want to believe that it was over. Yet, here it was. The end. Apparently, Bela had a soft spot, too.
As she and her mama drove down the rode in silence, she slid a cassette into the tape player. Ellen raised her eyebrow but didn't say anything when the song 'Trouble Me' came on.
Comments are love!
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Bela Talbot/Jo Harvelle for slartibartfast @ comment_fic
Summary:Jo remembers a rogue she met one night at a bar;
prompt: the one thing I miss the most
Warnings: femslash, female solo, oral, slight D/s
Notes:I miss them. Was so glad to see this prompt by slartibartfast
Word Count: 4,690
It was a dark night, and the scent of a storm hung in the air. Thick and palpable. Jo had locked the front door of the storefront 3 hours ago at 1:30. A little earlier than usual, but the storm made people stay inside their houses on nights like this one in tiny little farm towns . So she was sitting behind a stack of inventory that needed to be logged cleaning out the shotguns. Her mama was out in the storm and had phoned with the announcement that she wouldn't be back until nightfall.
Most of what they would need to catch up with the Winchester's was already packed up and ready to go. Mama had insisted they grab some hex bags, which was the main reason that they were already a day behind.
"I ain't seeing you with black eyes again, JoAnna Beth. Mind the store and remind me to thank Bobby for setting us up with a front for a little while at least." and that had really been the end of that.
She finished up in the stock area and trudged up to bed when exhaustion threatened to take her down to the murky depths of sleep. It was better than fantasizing about what could never be, she reasoned as she curled up in bed under thick warm covers.
~
It hadn't been an unusual night when Jo met a beautiful woman with a smug English accent and a cocky grin. Sure, it had been raining pretty hard, but the Roadhouse had still been whole and so, in many ways, had Jo.
"You getting ready to close up?" A soft arrogant voice spoke over the Kansas song playing in the background.
She had looked up. Annoyed beyond belief. This bitch had ordered one glass of wine, griped about what vintage it was and had proceeded to sit in the back corner and be generally antagonizing to the other patrons.
"It was last call ten minutes ago." The woman merely cocked her head. Jo sighed. "Yeah. We're closing up."
"You should use a higher quality shampoo," she said with pursed lips.
She flung down the rag she had been using to wipe down the tables. "What the hell are you talking about?"
British Bitch tapped her teeth thoughtfully with a beautifully manicured nail. "You have very nice blond hair, but it's all limp." She gestured with her hand as if that would make Jo really pay attention. Jo snorted, and British frowned.
"I don't understand why someone so pretty would take such poor care of herself."
At this, she laughed out loud, holding one side and wiping her eyes. "That's rich!"
British frowned more deeply if that was possible. "I fail to see what's so funny."
"Never mind. Time to go, Lady. We're closing." She snatched the glass off the table and started heading back behind the bar.
"Wait, Jo," she said softly, clasping at her sleeve.
Jo yanked away. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?" The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.
The woman stepped away, appearing incredibly out of her element and a slight pink tinge was in her cheeks. She looked embarrassed.
For a long while, the only thing that made any noise was the old juke box in the corner. Eventually, Jo looked down and sighed.
"Damn."
She got a dustpan and a broom from the back and swept it up. All the while under the awkward scrutiny of this strange woman. She straightened up with a horrible popping sound in her knees.
"You got a name?" she asked walking over to the trash can.
"Bela."
At this she froze. Bobby had called a while back with a warning about a Bela. Bela Talbot. Thief. Manipulator. All around British posh with just a touch of humility tempered with a whole helluva lot of arrogance.
"You should leave."
When Jo turned around to look at her, she was surprised to see a look of hurt on the other woman's face.
~
Jo tossed around for an hour or so before giving up on sleep and pulling out a worn book that had been sent to her by the pretty thief she had met on a dark night. She had read one of the passages so many times that the book simply fell open to the very page she wanted to read.
Her skin was smooth when I ran my fingers across her skin, and she whined when I leaned down to nip at the flesh of her breasts.
"Don't do that," she whispers fretfully.
"Why not?" I'm teasing her now. I shouldn't do that. She's strung out enough as it is.
She gasps shakily. "Please?"
Her need makes my belly hot and I scoot down to settle between her thighs."Of course, baby."
I lower my mouth to her wetness and she sighs in content, her hand coming to rest in my hair, winding the blond tendrils around her fingers. I sign, too and keep tasting her. My tongue teases at her folds, her clit, until she's swollen and needy. Crying out openly.
That's it. Come for me, my beautiful love. I don't know if the whisper is only in my mind or not.
Jo lowers her hand to her own breasts, letting her eyes flutter close. This had always been her favorite part. The teasings. Gentle kisses up and down the flesh of her throat, dry pads against the side of her breast, a hand traveling down her belly to palm her sex through her underwear. Damn but Bela had always been good at getting her all hot and bothered.
She whined softly, rubbing her fingers against the hood of her clit. The flesh pulsed and began to harden. Not able to hold back, she began to writhe on the bed and undulate her hips. When she came with a harsh pant, she rolled off and went to sleep. She had to get up early to leave on time when her mom came home. The Winchesters were gonna need their help this time.
~
Bela always knew the best ways to get under her skin after that night in The Roadhouse, and the truly sad part about it was the fact that she didn't really have to try all that hard to do it.
Jo raked her eyes over this new Bela woman and wondered what the hell she was doing looking all hurt like that. "Hey, you can walk out that door, Ma'am. I don't owe you any respect you don't deserve."
"I wasn't asking for respect," she murmured with a confused tilt of her head. "I merely asked you to wait. I need to speak with you."
She snorted. "Yeah? Well, what if I don't feel much like talking?"
At this, Bela looked delighted. "I wouldn't ask someone as pretty as you if you felt like doing anything. I might just take it from you." She started forward, advancing with a dangerous intent in her eyes.
Jo frowned. This wasn't anything at all like the Bela Bobby had called about or the Bela Dean griped about losing to every single time they met up with her. In all honesty, she had been expecting more of a cold hearted bitch.
"Are you hitting on me?"
Bela smirked but neither affirmed or denied Jo's claim. "I do like what I see,"
She shook her head. "Too bad. It's time to go now. I don't care where, but you can't stay here."
"Is that from a song, little JoA-"
Jo grabbed a fistfull of her pretty silk shirt and shoved her against a table. "Don't you fucking dare use my name like that. You call me Jo. We clear?"
A flicker of fear crept into her eyes at the threat, but the other woman swallowed and nodded. "Of course."
"Now what the hell do you want from me?"
"I....ah-" she broke off fingering the length of a silver bracelet on her left wrist. "I had a run in with a rather persuasive incubus while trying to acquire this." She held up the pendant of her necklace. It was a small hourglass with an inlayed sapphire at the point where the two halves came together. A gold cage suspended the hourglass from the matching gold chain. "He was very selective with his clientele he said."
She raised an eyebrow. "So, go get laid. Why didn't you go home with one of the guys?"
"It was a very specific demon!" she insisted, her voice growing shrill. "It can't be just any man."
Jo rolled her eyes. "So, who does it have to be?"
"An honorable woman."
"Well, damn. You can't even fuck yourself now, can you?"
She looked defiant for a moment before lowering her eyes. "No. I cannot do that."
"Hmmm." She tapped her fingers thoughtfully against her teeth. "You think I should fuck you then?"
Bela's eyes flew to Jo's face. "Yes."
She shook her head slowly, watching the color go out from the other woman's face and her eyes dim. "I don't want to fuck a mouthy little bitch," she commented as she reached between the other woman's legs to rest her palm on her sex. Bela gasped and let her thighs fall open.
Jo grinned at that. Looked like posh liked it rough, and Jo wasn't above admitting that the rich bitch had something going on there. She was exactly her type. A little too cool for her taste, but absolutely beautiful. Long hair and legs that just went on and on. Her eyes were dark and painted to look even darker. She liked a submissive that hid it.
"You don't look like you deserve it," Jo whispered pushing against Bela harder and watching as Bela tossed her head back and forth.
Her mouth fell open and she whimpered softly. A string of ''Please. Oh please'' began to pour from her mouth. Jo tightened her grip on her hair. The pain seemed to do it for British, and she moaned, thrusting against Jo's palm. Jo pulled back and swatted at her mound gently but firmly.
"None of that, British."
This little tart was testing, seeing if she was lenient. Maybe she had mistresses in the past who put up with backtalk and snarkiness, but that wasn't her, and Jo wanted to quickly dissuade her of that illusion.
"Bela. I am-"
Jo gripped her chin and forced her to look up. "You are whatever I say you are. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" she said, a light teasing tone taking the edge off her voice.
Bela cocked her head and smiled. It was an easy smile that didn't do on a woman who was supposed to be such a cold hearted creature. Her answer was in the sweetest tone Jo had ever heard. "Yes, Ma'am. Ma'am?"
Well damn if she wasn't the perfect little submissive under all that exterior. Jo was willing she broke real easy when she wanted to.
"Yes?" she said returning to palm the other woman under the folds of her expensive skirt. "What is it?"
"May I call you Miss Jo?" Jo looked up, but she was hiding. Her dark eyes hidden by a sweep of wavy hair.
"You may."
Her voice was small and tight as Jo began to pull down the waistband of her panties. "Thank you, Miss Jo."
Jo ran her index finger over the jut of her pelvic bone then down to the hood of her clit and rubbed along the slick flesh.
"Oh!" Bela's legs closed instinctively, and Jo sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's just..."
"Should I put you over my knee?"
Her eyes went wide at the threat, but Jo didn't miss the anxious way her sex pulsed. "Oh," she said softly.
"Maybe you'd like that," Jo continued rubbing her with one finger, delighting in how she tried to keep her legs open and catching her easily when her legs buckled.
She looked up fearfully, gasping for breath. "Sorry! I'll try to be better. Just so much-"
Jo pressed her fingers to her lips and hushed her. "None of that. I'm not displeased with you. Come." She tugged on her hand. "Fix your skirt and wait here."
She didn't bother to look back and check to see if Bela was obeying her. The look she had was one of obedience, not of attitude. Jo locked up the front door and put up the 'sorry, we're closed sign,' then put up all the chair at the tables and the stools went up on the bar. She decided that she'd sweep up the floor tomorrow. When she turned her attention back to Bela, she found British to be all fixed up . Her skirt was closed and pulled down to where it should have been. Her eyes were respectfully lowered and her hands were folded in front of her.
"Come on, doll. You got your purse?"
She respectfully held it out and Jo took it. She set the purse on the bar and nodded at Bela. The other woman cocked her head. She wasn't playing. Jo had confused her.
"Arms and legs out. I want to make sure you're not packing."
Bela frowned but complied. When Jo pulled a knife, gun and set of lock picks off her, she flinched. "Not good, British."
She returned to the purse and thumbed through the contents before dropping her findings inside and retreating to the back room to lock it in the safe.
"Ma'am, those weren't-"
Jo gripped her chin. "I didn't say you could talk. We'll have to deal with this upstairs."
Her bedroom was the loft. Mama lived in the back of the bar. She had the more spacious room to be fair, but Mama knew that Jo preferred her privacy to anything else. There was nothing particularly menacing about her room. A scattering of books and pages covered the makeshift desk/dresser in the corner and there was a coffee table in front of the window. The bed was pushed up against the wall. Bela looked at Jo from under her hair.
"So what did this incubus want exactly?"
Bela kept her gaze lowered. "He told me I should learn some humility."
"That so?" she mused. "Up on the bed. Take off you shirt and bra. Keep the skirt and panties. I need to get some things."
She opened her desk drawer and took out a bottle of lube and a thick dildo. After a pause, she took out a condom and a pair of latex glove. "Allergic to latex?" she asked without looking up.
"No, Ma'am."
"Anything I should know about before I start? Triggers? No-no's?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Hmmm." She turned around to find Bela kneeling prettily with her ass up the air. "That's good to know. Stop means stop here. No does not. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." She was wriggling slightly.
She slid a condom on the dildo and poured lube on it. Then, she put on the gloves and liberally poured some more of the lick liquid onto her right hand. With her left she flipped Bela's skirt up and lowered her panties to the middle of her thigh. The skin her ass was smooth and she pushed herself into the other woman's grip slightly. "Keep still." The movements stopped immediately. She drizzled some lube down her crack and was rewarded with a soft whimper.
"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, British." She gave a loud groan at Jo's declaration. "Then I'm going to push a dildo up there and put you over my knee. How does that sound?"
"So good, Ma'am. Thank you," she panted breathlessly.
Jo thrust in one finger brutally and felt the tightening of the muscle, but it was to late. She was inside already. The slickness made her slide inside easy and far more deeply, and Bela gave a surprised cry.
She leaned down to whisper in Bela's ear, thrusting in with one finger all the while. "Look how easy I went in. You foolin' around, British? How'd you get so loose?"
"I-I-Oh! Fuck! I like to t-t-t-touch sometimes."
"You ever fuck this hole?"
She watched the blush creep up her back and shoulders. "Sometimes, Ma'am."
"With what?"
"Toys," her voice unbelievable small.
"Small ones?"
"Yes, Miss Jo."
"Big ones?"
"No, Ma'am. I-Oh God!"
Jo thrust in two more fingers, scissoring them wide apart, and Bela's wall clenched around her. "I want to see how wide you can go, doll. Spread those legs apart."
Bela spread her legs nice and wide, and Jo settled back using the bed to brace her knees. The sheets were bunched in Bela's fists and the occasional gasp or cry broke the silence. Four fingers could go in smoothly now, so Jo pulled free. When her fingers popped out with a wet squelching sound, Bela whined in the back of her throat. She pulled off the glove, making sure it rolled inside out, and tossed it in the garbage bin. She kept her clean glove on and picked up the dildo. She pressed the tip against the woman's wet, glistening entrance.
"Ma'am?"
"You got something to say, British?"
"I've never had something like that before, Miss Jo."
"No time like the present," Jo said with a laugh.
Bela fell silent and lowered her head, so she bury her face against her arm. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid the tip of the false cock into Bela's ass. The pressure was steady inside of Bela. She felt so full, so fucked, and Miss Jo was so relentless. She had played with toys before, but they were always small. This thing was huge inside of her. When it finally stopped pushing inside of her, she could barely breathe, let alone move. She was dimly aware of Miss Jo dripping more lube down the crack of her ass.
"I'm going to fuck you with this now, British. So, lift up your hips. I want your ass in the air."
She pulled it almost the whole way out before shoving it back in. The new lube slicked the way even more, and Bela could feel some of it streaming down her thighs and between her legs. Her pussy was soaked and desperate for friction, but Bela didn't dare reach a hand down to touch herself not quite sure what Miss Jo would do to her. The thrusts became faster, the force translating to the back of her pussy walls and spurring her closer to the brink of orgasm. She cried out, and Miss Jo stopped.
"That will do for now."
To her shock, Miss Jo pulled her panties back up and smoothed her skirt over her behind. The dildo was an unyielding presence in her ass as Miss Jo pulled her to her feet. She tottered on her heels, but Miss Jo's hands were firm around her waist.
"Here. We'll switch."
Jo sat down and pulled Bela down across her lap. She sighed heavily. "You misbehave so much, Bela. Why are you such a naughty girl?"
"I..."
"Yes?" Miss Jo pressed gently.
"I don't want them to hate me," she whispered truthfully and tears started to pool in the corner of her eyes. "Miss Jo, I don't like this. Please, don't."
"What's our word, doll?" Jo pressed, waiting until Bela chose to shake her head instead. When there was nothing further from Bela, Jo smoothed her hand over her bare back and over her skirt. Bela's breast were pressing pleasantly against Jo's thigh and her legs were folded neatly over her other one. Her heels were pressed tightly together. She gasped when Jo ran her hand over the base of the dildo.
When she raised her hand and brought it down hard on Bela's clothed back side, she was slightly surprised at the easy way Bela took the blow. It seemed to calm her in a way nothing else they had done this evening had.
"Thank you, Ma'am," she whispered. "Please, more."
"Such a demanding brat," she said good naturedly.
Every time she brought her hand down, Bela babbled out a thank you and an honorific. Jo kept talking because it made Bela so much more responsive to the blows.
"Why so naughty?" SMACK! "You're so beautiful." SMACK! "You shouldn't be ugly on the inside. Not with a face like that." SMACK! "Does this hurt?" SMACK! "I bet that cock in your ass makes it feel so good." SMACK! "Maybe I should hit that."
She moved her blows so they landed on the dildo, and Bela grunted with each sharp slap now.
"Oh! Miss Jo, no. Not there. Please." Jo was careful to keep up a steady rhythm as Bela pushed pack into the blows and kept begging for a mercy she didn't want. She stopped abruptly. Bela stilled. "Do you want to come, British?"
"Yes. I...Oh, yes, Miss Jo!" she begged enthusiastically.
She maneuvered Bela so that she was straddling her left thigh, and Jo's left arm was thrown around her waist. "Then go at it. Get yourself at." When she tried to brign her hands forward, Jo grabbed them both by the wrist and held them fast with one hand. "Not with your hands. Just like this."
A hot blush warmed Bela's face, and this time Jo could see it. The blond chuckled and waited patiently for Bela to start moving. Once she did, Jo shoved two fingers into her mouth.
"Nice and wet," she whispered. Bela took them into her mouth greedily and suckled on them.
When Jo was satisfied, she removed them and rubbed them insistently against Bela's clit in time to her thrust against the denim over Jo's thigh.
It only took her a few moments, but the orgasm made her entire body spasm. Her tremblings took longer than Jo expected to slow and stop. When she was finally aware of herself, she had a goofy smile on her face and was looking up at Jo with complete adoration.
"Thank you, Miss Jo."
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
Jo waited a few minutes for Bela to start moving before she slowly removed the dildo and stripped off the rest of her clothes and the heels.
"May I touch you, Ma'am?" she asked sweetly bringing her own fingers down to Jo's jeans.
"No. We're done for now."
"But, Ma'am-"
"I said we're done." Her tone left no room for argument, but Bela looked so sad that Jo couldn't resist kissing her gently on the lips. "You haven't done anything wrong. I just prefer that you don't"
"Yes, Ma'am," but it was all to clear that she didn't understand and was still put out.
She guided Bela to the shower and washed her off with tenderness and care. Bela leaned into her gentle caresses and gave her a small smile. Jo got her into bed before taking her own shower. Typically, she would have sat down and waited until Bela woke up again, but the other woman was completely wrung out. Jo wasn't all that worried about her getting up while she was in the bathroom. She fell fast asleep the moment Jo put her to bed. When she came back to the bed, Bela lifted up the covers.
"Please, Ma'am?"
She nodded and silently granted her the small request.
They were a tangle of limbs on top of the sheets. Jo was surprised but pleased when Bela kissed her playfully on the shoulder. They stayed like that until it all became hazy and peaceful. If Jo didn't fall asleep completely, she couldn't exactly complain.
The sun was coming up when they untangled and Jo took Bela's hand in hers.
There was a small room next to the kitchen that was used as a dining area. They set across from each other on soft chairs.
So, it was over eggs and toast that Bela sipped coffee and quietly explained how she had learned about a Ms. Jo Harvelle from a dealer in Canada. Apparently, she had made quite a splash into the hunter world. So much so that Bela had been tailing her for a couple of weeks and figured out that she had the potential to be quite the domme.
Jo quirked an eyebrow. "You lied to me?"
"I did."
"And you didn't know I was already a top?"
Bela shook her head. "I may have been more upfront if I had."
"So, there was no incubus?"
Bela smiled softly. "None as such, Ms. Harvelle."
She threw a napkin at Bela's head. "You bitch!" she snapped.
But she was already going down on her knees in front of Jo. "Let me make it up to you."
She was tugging on the fastenings of her jeans, and Jo stood up to pull them off. She sat back down after putting her jeans and underwear on a side table.
"Yeah." She lifted up one of her legs. "Go for it. Make it up to me."
And that's exactly what Bela did.
~
Jo gently pressed the purse into Bela's hands. "Be careful."
The older woman took the bag and kissed her. "I will, Ma'am."
"Stay safe."
Bela gave her a sad look. "I'll try to."
"Bela," she said sternly. "You need to, you call me. You hear me? I'll come. You're mine now, and I take care of what's mine."
"Yes, Miss Jo."
They didn't see each other much after that, but Bela called twice a month always ending in an orgasm for Jo, and Bela timidly asking if she could come. Sometimes Jo could tell when Bela needed it, but other times she knew that the other woman was just pushing. Trying to see how far she could get. Those were the times she said no or said yes but wouldn't let her turn off the toy she had been playing with or pull it out. Those were the best times because Jo could hear the humiliation, the shame and the arousal it ignited within her woman. A timid 'Yes, Ma'am' would be followed by Bela obeying and then the two of them saying their good byes.
Once a month, she got a package. Books. Clothes. Once a dagger with a blessed blade and Enochian sigils with a note that read:
I got this for you, Ma'am. I hope you like it.
Yours,
B
~
When she found out that Bela Talbot had been killed by Hellhounds, she had closed her eyes in pain. Why didn't she fucking tell her!?
Even the boys had been furious. She had heard Dean bang his fist on the wheel as he explained what she had done.
"I just wish she had told us, you know. I could have done something. Could have at least tried. Now, it's...Fuck."
"I can't believe it."
They had stayed on the phone for a while after that. He telling her about his own deal, and she started to cry about Bela. She couldn't even understand why.
"'Cause she's special, Jo. At least she was."
See? That was the problem. She really had been.
~
The tape had surprised her when it had come in the mail. She never thought British would be a fan of making tape mixes, but they came every once in a while. Sometimes sweet songs, sometime sad songs but always love songs.
It was the longest love letter she had ever gotten, and Jo didn't want to believe that it was over. Yet, here it was. The end. Apparently, Bela had a soft spot, too.
As she and her mama drove down the rode in silence, she slid a cassette into the tape player. Ellen raised her eyebrow but didn't say anything when the song 'Trouble Me' came on.
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