Story: "Aggression" - Original - Julia/Desmond
Title: Aggression
Author: Guardian Erin
Fandom: Original
Pairing: f/f
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dubcon, some D/s elements
Summary: Julia and Desmond share a different kind of relationship.
The rain was pouring down when Desmond escaped from the house. Exhausted, exhilarated, she ran. Her heart was pounding somewhere near her throat, her breath catching, the shock of the cold drops chilling her heated skin. It was only a short distance to somewhere else, somewhere she could get away and possibly be safe. It would be too open for Julia to catch her now, although the risk of being caught had never stopped her before.
A few yards from being safe, she could not run anymore. Her body slowed, breathing too hard, too worn out to continue, but she knew it was all shit. Somewhere in her mind, she wouldn't let herself get away. Desmond could hear the chiding already, and the voice in her head making her shiver, the way that Julia's voice undid her.
The shiver suddenly coincided with another involuntary shiver from the cold, and she was aware of the rain drenching her. Her skin had turned to gooseflesh, all of the hair standing on end. The bruising on her face throbs with heat that she hadn't noticed until she felt the shocking contrast. The water mixed with blood on her lips and washed the coppery taste away.
She did not remember splitting her lip. The fray had been confused, a flurry of turmoil and hard blows. Her head had hit the wall a few times. Come to think of it, her chin had hit the coffee table, and that was probably the moment when her lip began bleeding. Julia had been on her, hands tangling in her hair and pulling her head to the floor, demanding her submission with little words.
There was no fun in submission, she had found. She could easily get away, but she never put up a particularly hard fight. There was more pleasure in the chase, more fire in the conflict.
"Didn't even hide this time," Julia remarked when she was halfway across the lawn. Julia slowed her pace cautiously, circling her like prey. "Come back inside."
"Make me," she replied defiantly, tensing up when Julia approached. Hands grasped at her arms with bruising force, then her hair was seized, yanking her head back.
"Is that want you want?" Julia questioned, voice low and harsh. "Want me to force you?"
"You know what I want," she replied with a shiver of anticipation. She suddenly found herself being forced down, until she lost her balance and partially fell onto the rain-slicked grass. The ground instantly soaked every inch of her, and she drew a breath in reaction to the cold water.
Julia was over her, still pushing her against the ground, drawing her head back so her back had to arch in response. "Is this what you want?" she purred, settling over her just enough so their thighs brushed together, and then yanking back on her hair until the woman under her let out a whimper of pain. Julia pulled her bare legs apart and settled between them. "No," she murmured, reaching between Desmond's legs. She briefly pulled the thin cotton panties the side, sliding her fingers along the wetness underneath.
"This isn't from the rain," she cooed in a mocking tone, watching Desmond's reaction while she teased. "This is what you want baby," she said, rubbing harder until her fingers were coated in the slippery fluids. Desmond tried to ignore the pleasure that was building up between her thighs, but Julia knew exactly what she liked. A few of the right movements, and Desmond knew that she would end up coming on the spot, but Julia seemed to intentionally avoid it, to draw out the arousal and tension to the last possible second. She refused to beg, closing her eyes instead and biting her lip, drawing more blood from the cut.
Julia dipped her fingers fractionally, and smiled when she felt Desmond's body move against her in response. It was all she needed, but she still loved to hear Desmond losing control to her desires. She leant over the supine woman, listening to the little suppressed noises that Desmond probably didn't even realize she was making.
"Tell me what you want, baby," she purred, and Desmond made a faint noise of complaint, hips squirming fractionally. "Want more?" He hips moved fractionally again, and Julia dipped her hand down against her. "Don't be so shy," she taunted. Desmond's hips moved again, more intentionally, and Julia rewarded her by rubbing a thumb over her clit. She was immediately met with a loud whimper, Desmond squirming beneath her in an attempt to get off, but Julia just tugged her hair harder in warning, and Desmond settled down with a fussy noise.
"You want me inside of you?" Julia asked, shifting so that her legs straddled one of Desmond's thighs, her knee pressing against her hand and providing more friction between them. Desmond's breath was harder now, but when she failed to reply, Julia rocked against her, drawing a startled moan. "Answer me."
"Yes," Desmond said. Julia's fingers slid down and entered her then, and she was unable to process any more thoughts. Her legs hitched up, one leg hooking around Julia's waist and the other thigh lifting up to grind between Julia's thighs. Her fingers crooked inside of her, stroking her from the inside as they moved, and Desmond whimpered incoherently, squeezing her legs around Julia. Julia had to repeat herself several times before Desmond realized she was being asked to open her eyes.
Desmond complied, finally opening her eyes to see Julia. The scrutinizing look from her lover made her shudder, feeling vulnerable underneath her. A split second later Julia's mouth was on hers, crushing her in a hard kiss. She opened up to it, body arching beneath Julia's steady, urgent fingers. When Julia bit down on her lip she came, body shaking against her lover. Her hips trembled, body pulsing with orgasm that was readily drawn out by Julia's rhythmical strokes. She drew a breath and then whimpered again, shuddering as another torrent of pleasure ran through her, followed by smaller waves.
Julia finally withdrew her hand from Desmond's clamped thighs. She stared into Desmond's bewildered, entranced face for a long moment, then sat up. Desmond watched, wondering what she would do next and then groaned softly when Julia very deliberately wiped her hand off on her shirt, using her like a rag.
"Are you going to disobey again?" Julia asked in her low, threatening tones.
"No, ma'am," Desmond responded, lying through her teeth. It was only a matter of time before she acted up again and gave Julia another excuse to punish her. She already felt a thrill wondering what would be next.
Julia stood up slowly, leaving Desmond still weak-limbed and ravaged on the ground. "Go inside," she ordered calmly. "If you think I'm done with you, you're gravely mistaken. It's your turn to serve me, and I'm not letting you rest until I'm completely satisfied."
The words shot through Desmond with white-hot desire, making it a little bit harder to get to her feet. She could barely wait to return to the bedroom and discover what her lover had in mind for the rest of the night.
Author: Guardian Erin
Fandom: Original
Pairing: f/f
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dubcon, some D/s elements
Summary: Julia and Desmond share a different kind of relationship.
The rain was pouring down when Desmond escaped from the house. Exhausted, exhilarated, she ran. Her heart was pounding somewhere near her throat, her breath catching, the shock of the cold drops chilling her heated skin. It was only a short distance to somewhere else, somewhere she could get away and possibly be safe. It would be too open for Julia to catch her now, although the risk of being caught had never stopped her before.
A few yards from being safe, she could not run anymore. Her body slowed, breathing too hard, too worn out to continue, but she knew it was all shit. Somewhere in her mind, she wouldn't let herself get away. Desmond could hear the chiding already, and the voice in her head making her shiver, the way that Julia's voice undid her.
The shiver suddenly coincided with another involuntary shiver from the cold, and she was aware of the rain drenching her. Her skin had turned to gooseflesh, all of the hair standing on end. The bruising on her face throbs with heat that she hadn't noticed until she felt the shocking contrast. The water mixed with blood on her lips and washed the coppery taste away.
She did not remember splitting her lip. The fray had been confused, a flurry of turmoil and hard blows. Her head had hit the wall a few times. Come to think of it, her chin had hit the coffee table, and that was probably the moment when her lip began bleeding. Julia had been on her, hands tangling in her hair and pulling her head to the floor, demanding her submission with little words.
There was no fun in submission, she had found. She could easily get away, but she never put up a particularly hard fight. There was more pleasure in the chase, more fire in the conflict.
"Didn't even hide this time," Julia remarked when she was halfway across the lawn. Julia slowed her pace cautiously, circling her like prey. "Come back inside."
"Make me," she replied defiantly, tensing up when Julia approached. Hands grasped at her arms with bruising force, then her hair was seized, yanking her head back.
"Is that want you want?" Julia questioned, voice low and harsh. "Want me to force you?"
"You know what I want," she replied with a shiver of anticipation. She suddenly found herself being forced down, until she lost her balance and partially fell onto the rain-slicked grass. The ground instantly soaked every inch of her, and she drew a breath in reaction to the cold water.
Julia was over her, still pushing her against the ground, drawing her head back so her back had to arch in response. "Is this what you want?" she purred, settling over her just enough so their thighs brushed together, and then yanking back on her hair until the woman under her let out a whimper of pain. Julia pulled her bare legs apart and settled between them. "No," she murmured, reaching between Desmond's legs. She briefly pulled the thin cotton panties the side, sliding her fingers along the wetness underneath.
"This isn't from the rain," she cooed in a mocking tone, watching Desmond's reaction while she teased. "This is what you want baby," she said, rubbing harder until her fingers were coated in the slippery fluids. Desmond tried to ignore the pleasure that was building up between her thighs, but Julia knew exactly what she liked. A few of the right movements, and Desmond knew that she would end up coming on the spot, but Julia seemed to intentionally avoid it, to draw out the arousal and tension to the last possible second. She refused to beg, closing her eyes instead and biting her lip, drawing more blood from the cut.
Julia dipped her fingers fractionally, and smiled when she felt Desmond's body move against her in response. It was all she needed, but she still loved to hear Desmond losing control to her desires. She leant over the supine woman, listening to the little suppressed noises that Desmond probably didn't even realize she was making.
"Tell me what you want, baby," she purred, and Desmond made a faint noise of complaint, hips squirming fractionally. "Want more?" He hips moved fractionally again, and Julia dipped her hand down against her. "Don't be so shy," she taunted. Desmond's hips moved again, more intentionally, and Julia rewarded her by rubbing a thumb over her clit. She was immediately met with a loud whimper, Desmond squirming beneath her in an attempt to get off, but Julia just tugged her hair harder in warning, and Desmond settled down with a fussy noise.
"You want me inside of you?" Julia asked, shifting so that her legs straddled one of Desmond's thighs, her knee pressing against her hand and providing more friction between them. Desmond's breath was harder now, but when she failed to reply, Julia rocked against her, drawing a startled moan. "Answer me."
"Yes," Desmond said. Julia's fingers slid down and entered her then, and she was unable to process any more thoughts. Her legs hitched up, one leg hooking around Julia's waist and the other thigh lifting up to grind between Julia's thighs. Her fingers crooked inside of her, stroking her from the inside as they moved, and Desmond whimpered incoherently, squeezing her legs around Julia. Julia had to repeat herself several times before Desmond realized she was being asked to open her eyes.
Desmond complied, finally opening her eyes to see Julia. The scrutinizing look from her lover made her shudder, feeling vulnerable underneath her. A split second later Julia's mouth was on hers, crushing her in a hard kiss. She opened up to it, body arching beneath Julia's steady, urgent fingers. When Julia bit down on her lip she came, body shaking against her lover. Her hips trembled, body pulsing with orgasm that was readily drawn out by Julia's rhythmical strokes. She drew a breath and then whimpered again, shuddering as another torrent of pleasure ran through her, followed by smaller waves.
Julia finally withdrew her hand from Desmond's clamped thighs. She stared into Desmond's bewildered, entranced face for a long moment, then sat up. Desmond watched, wondering what she would do next and then groaned softly when Julia very deliberately wiped her hand off on her shirt, using her like a rag.
"Are you going to disobey again?" Julia asked in her low, threatening tones.
"No, ma'am," Desmond responded, lying through her teeth. It was only a matter of time before she acted up again and gave Julia another excuse to punish her. She already felt a thrill wondering what would be next.
Julia stood up slowly, leaving Desmond still weak-limbed and ravaged on the ground. "Go inside," she ordered calmly. "If you think I'm done with you, you're gravely mistaken. It's your turn to serve me, and I'm not letting you rest until I'm completely satisfied."
The words shot through Desmond with white-hot desire, making it a little bit harder to get to her feet. She could barely wait to return to the bedroom and discover what her lover had in mind for the rest of the night.