A Very Sadistic Christmas (11b/?)
Title: A Very Sadistic Christmas (Chapter 11, Part 2)
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Pairing: Elle/Claire
Warnings: BDSM, dubious consent, borderline rape
Summary: In a post-season-two alternate universe, Elle has convinced Claire to be her pet. Elle takes her out on a date, hoping to get lucky.
I searched for signs of mockery, but she seemed sincere. “Claire, I, uh…”
“No, you don’t need to say anything,” she said quickly. “Just know I’m here for you, to support you.”
“Um,” I started again, still not sure what to say. Wasn’t I supposed to be sure of myself and lead so that Claire could follow me?
“That’s because I’m your pet,” she continued with a smile. “A good pet supports her master in every way, right?”
“Righ-” I tried to agree.
“And I’m a good pet,” she kept talking. “I’m your pet, and I’m your friend, and I’m your girlfriend too. Your submissive girlfr-!”
I covered her mouth. “That you are, and a submissive girlfriend does not dominate the conversation, understand?”
Claire nodded, and I released her. We made it to the restaurant without further incident. At this point makeup had to be redone, both me and Claire having swapped lipstick among other damages. I felt Claire had been upset enough to push it by punishing her for messing up her makeup, so I let it go.
“We are so gay,” she remarked.
I smiled. “I feel happy, oh so happy,” I sang off-key. “Happy and zappy and gay!”
“I feel stunning,” she joined in. “And entrancing. Feel like running, and dancing a twirl! For I’m owned by a pretty wonderful girl!” She chuckled, really seeming to enjoy herself. I was glad she had seemingly recovered so easily.
We walked in and were seated reasonably quickly. I got us a nice booth in the corner in a secluded part of the restaurant so we could sit next to each other and I could play with her. After briefly examining the menu, I ordered for us. Pasta for me and chicken for her. That way, I could eat food that clearly needs a fork, whereas Claire could use her fingers to eat the little bites I’d cut for her.
She stared at me in awe as I quietly explained my rationale. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. “Wow. You really are made for this, aren’t you?”
“For controlling things that look like people? Of course,” I agreed. “You’re made for this too. As a pet, anyway.”
She giggled awkwardly. “You know, sometimes you get kind of scary… but I know I can trust you. What I mean is…” She turned her head and whispered in my ear, “You’re a good owner.”
“Of course I am,” I agreed, smug I’d gained her trust. Petting her hair, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
She smiled. Then her eyes flicked away and her face filled with apprehension.
“Girl?” I followed her gaze across the room to… Flying Boy.
Huh.
Was he flying? I glanced at his feet. No, he was standing…
“West?” Claire said incredulously. Her face turned red and she stiffened. “What are you doing here?”
“He’s spying on us. That’s what he’s doing here,” I growled. “Did Noah send you?”
“How long have you been watching?” she asked worriedly.
“Mr. Bennet asked me to keep an eye on you,” he agreed. “And I’ve been around long enough to see her try to molest you.”
“Great,” I sighed. “A date supervised by the ex.”
“Oh God,” Claire sighed for an entirely different reason. She looked sick, superior constitution notwithstanding. “Look, you can’t tell my father.”
“What?” He slid into the booth across from us. “That his daughter was nearly raped by the evil company agent?”
“Elle isn’t evil,” Claire protested.
“What?” I exclaimed. I lowered my voice. “That’s the only part you have trouble with? I’m not with the company anymore, I didn’t almost rape you-you forgot the safeword-and in public my name is Val!”
“Val Powers,” she agreed. “Sorry, Val.”
“I can’t believe you’re apologizing to her!” West glared at me. “She… God, she’s the enemy, Claire!”
“Kate,” I corrected. “And, again, ex-enemy.”
“Oh, I suppose you saw the error of your ways,” he said sarcastically. “Decided to enter the sociopath’s recovery group, is that it?”
“Apathetics Anonymous. We meet every other Thursday at 9 am,” I said dryly. “’Sides, Kate doesn’t mind.”
“That’s the problem!” He looked at Claire. “Okay, ‘Kate’, you do realize what she is?”
“Sociopath,” she said, nodding. “It’s not her fault.”
“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is,” he snapped. “What matters is what she is!”
“I don’t like the way you speak to her,” I cut in, attempting to regain control of the situation. “Kate’s got a lot on her mind. She doesn’t need you on her case about something that’s really none of your business.”
“No. Kate is my business!” he said.
“Not anymore,” I told him firmly.
“Um, do I get a say?” Claire asked. West and I paused, and she rushed to add, “Both of you are kind of fighting over me. I get it. You both like me. It’s flattering. But I’m still my own person and you should both be talking to me. I choose Val. I’m hers now. Get over it.”
“You heard the girl,” I said, giving West a smirk to haunt his dreams. That’s right, she belongs to me.
“You think I’m jealous?” He glared at me. “Okay, maybe I am. I don’t like the idea of you kissing this bitch that almost killed me, but, God, Kate, I’m trying to help you.”
“That’s it,” she growled. “You do not call my girlfriend a bitch! This conversation is over.”
“No! Claire! I mean, Kate! Please, c’mon,” he protested.
“It’s over, little boy,” I chided. “Accept that.” I grinned as he stared at my pet, torn between heartache and anger. “So, yeah, unless you want to join her and be mine too… get lost.” Hmm, he’d look cute in a collar.
He sighed. “Look, Kate, if you ever need help… If you don’t feel safe… I’ll be watching you tonight. I’ll always be watching you, Kate.”
“You’ll always be watching her?” I repeated. “What are you, a stalker? So, I’ll see you at the AA meeting?”
Rolling his eyes, he started to slide out of the seat.
I caught his arm, keeping him put. “Oh! If you want to get rid of that cute tracking device your new boss jammed in your flesh, I’d be happy to cut it out of you sometime.”
“T-tracking…?” He put a hand over his tag on his neck. “They know I’m here?”
“Mmhm,” I agreed. “Thanks for possibly exposing us, by the way. Good move. Anyway, don’t throw stones at Kate when you live in a ‘glass house’ working for the man who treated you like a wild rabbit. Now, bye.” I released him.
He stood up, backed away, and hurried out.
“Tracking system’s been down for months,” I muttered to my little pet to keep her calm. “Like, seriously down-down. Don’t worry.”
She sighed and rested her head against my shoulder. “Dad’s creepy, West’s creepy, and you…”
“I’m okay with being creepy,” I assured her. “I’m an anti-hero, aren’t I?”
“Maybe I’m a creeper-magnet,” she weakly joked. “Do you think I’m creepy?”
“You don’t creep me out,” I said, chuckling at the idea. “Though… You are willing to commit murder when it suits your ethics. I’m not an expert, but that could make you creepy to someone.”
She grumbled. “I only try to kill the people who deserve it.”
“They’re the best prey,” I said playfully, stroking her hair. So soft. So nice.
“If I said ‘prey’, that would be creepy,” she said, clearly enjoying the attention. “You know, I don’t, like, hunt people like a serial killer.”
“You react out of anger,” I observed. “You’re submissive most of the time…” Or at least I want you to be. “…but when you’re angry you’re aggressive. I assume you also get sadistic?” That was how it was with most people. They had little spurts of sadism at predictable moments and never cultivated it like I did.
She made a face. “A little, I guess. Nothing like you, though.”
Uh-huh. “No one’s like me,” I said with a bit of pride. “Yeah, you’re basically like normal humans. You’ve got your empathy and your compassion, but when you get angry and desperate people like me look damn civilized in comparison.” Little smirk, just a little one.
She stared at me in disbelief. “Val Powers, are you actually claiming moral high ground?”
I smiled. “Just a slip, pet. It won’t happen again.”
The food came, and I thanked the waiter politely. My property sat well-behaved while I prepared her food. She seemed reasonably content in her role as pet. I supposed the run-in with her ex actually helped her training. Now she had something to prove. I could definitely work with that.
“Beg.”
“Please feed me, Master,” she whispered. “Please.”
I grabbed a piece of the chicken I cut for her, and stuck it in her mouth. She carefully licked my fingers clean as she accepted the bite. I inspected my fingers, utterly soaked in Claire saliva, and wondered if she liked the way they tasted. “You got my fingers all wet, girl.” I held them out where she could see. “Dry them off.”
She gingerly took my hand and rubbed at my fingers, not even thinking of going for her napkin. I was thinking of a napkin when I gave the order. This was also good! “I, uh, thought you’d like it,” she muttered.
“Oh, it was for me?” I considered that. “I do like you licking at me like the little pet girl you are.”
She nodded in agreement. “I… think it’s kind of nice too,” she added quietly. “I mean, this here, not… your, uh, shoe.”
“That was a punishment you requested,” I stated as I eyed her. “I thought it was hot, but you weren’t supposed to. Not really. So, you like licking me, huh? I taste good? When I give you another bite, will it be me you savor?”
Embarrassed, she forced a laugh. “You taste… about as good as I’d expect.”
And what do you expect?
“It’s not so much about the taste,” she went on, “It’s that you’re my girlfr- I’m sorry, that I’m yours. I savor doing something… intimate with you that’s only a little degrading.”
“I see… Open wide.” I took my mostly dry hand out of hers, picked up another piece of chicken and brought it over to her mouth. As she took the piece and swallowed, she once more licked my fingers quite thoroughly. I added some spice by releasing a spark under her tongue.
The little grunt and look of pain was priceless. I removed my fingers and told her to dry them, and again she ignored her napkin. “Anyone ever call you a sadist?” she hissed under her breath.
“Me? Never. Anyone ever call you a total slut for pain? ‘Cause you are.” I pulled my hand away, dried it thoroughly on my napkin, and helped myself to some pasta, mixed with Claire’s food.
“Actually no,” she answered, looking amused. “A slut for pain? Really?”
“Maybe I should have it written on your collar,” I mused, walking my fingers around her neck. “Pain-slut.”
“You’re a slut for causing pain,” she said. “Maybe you should have that written somewhere. You know, like a warning: this girl gets off on hurting you.”
“…And you’re gonna like it,” I finished. Smirking, I added, “Approach only if you want to be a toy… and you will.”
“Once she gets done with you,” she agreed, smiling. “Or if you’re lucky, you get to be a pet.”
“Like her cute and sweet girl here,” I finished, patting her head. I stroked her cheek.
“Yeah… You do sound pretty creepy if you just think about it,” she said hesitantly. “Like, you’re…”
“A slaver?” I supplied with a smile I was sure would add to her creepy impression of me. “No, that’s the old me. The new me is 100 percent consensually focused. ‘Sides, my old toys weren’t slaves in the strictest sense… they were more… in bondage.”
She blinked. “Too much information,” she got out, her voice faltering.
“What? The bondage part?” I shook my head. “I don’t mean I tied them up… necessarily. I just mean, they were mine and they couldn’t leave, which is bondage but not slavery ‘cause I didn’t buy or sell them…”
Claire paled as I spoke. “Val? Please stop talking about people you… hurt. I don’t care if you call them slaves or toys or what, just please stop.”
“Um, okay,” I agreed, not wanting to push my already-triggered pet. “I just thought you were cool with my nasty past.”
“Accepting,” she allowed. “You had a past. It was nasty. Just please don’t…” She trailed off, and then added, “I’m only a sadist when I’m angry.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I said, glad Claire had managed to phrase it in terms I could understand. Claire wasn’t a sadist, so she emphasized with all my little victims instead of just appreciating my perspective from on top. “You’re a masochist. I should be sadistic to you, not with you.”
“Uh, right,” she agreed. “Not so much that I’m a masochist, just that I’m not so apathetic. Do you have any sociopath friends?”
I broke into a grin. “My dear pet, that is a contradiction in terms. We barely care about you people. You think we care at all about each other?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she said. “That must be very lonely.”
My grin faded. “Well, I have you with me. I care more about you than any other human or sociopath.”
She twisted out of my grasp and looked me in the eye. “Yeah, but do you care about me as a friend or as a sexy toy?”
“Why must it be one or the other? Can’t you be my friend and a sexy toy?” I suggested, mainly to buy time while I thought about how to bullshit my way out of this pickle. Grasping at an idea, I smiled sweetly and started my speech to charm her back to me. “Kate, you’re the sexiest toy I’ve ever owned, but our relationship isn’t just top and bottom. I… need you. You’re wonderful.” Keep it nice and subdued now. Don’t overplay it. “I need you to cherish me because I know I’m a bad person. I don’t deserve someone wonderful like you. So, when you submit to me, I feel… like I’m the best person in the world.” On a whim, I grabbed her hand. “I’m only a master because you submit to me. Without you, I’m nothing. With you, I’m someone special. You’re not just a toy, Kate. You make me whole.” I offered my pet a smile. That was so lame. Hell, if she buys that cheese, I might as well throw in a line about fucking her too. It might be the only way to get the little tease to put out. If she says I had her at ‘stupid pet’-
Claire kissed me, right on the lips too. I kissed back, eager to play. I sucked her bottom lip past my teeth and bit down as hard as I could, causing warm blood to briefly gush into my mouth. Squealing, Claire just kissed me harder. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she pulled me closer. I took that as an invitation to shock the hell out of her through my tongue, which just caused her to writhe sexily against me.
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“Alright!”
“A little lesbian action!”
We broke out of our kiss and together turned to glare at a group of three drunken college guys at a table across the room. My glare soon morphed into a grin because, unlike my conditionally-sadistic pet, I saw fresh prey. They chose the wrong girl to fuck with. I stood up, and Claire stood with me. Good. I have my loyal pet behind me. I wonder if she bites on command?
“Master, please don’t kill them,” she hissed in my ear.
“Won’t,” I grunted. “Wanna hurt them a bit?”
“No,” she whispered, grabbing onto my arm. “I mean, I’m angry too, but we can’t just…”
“You can’t, maybe,” I goaded her. “You know, for an invincible chick, you’re a bit of a wimp.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Look, Val, there are certain kinds of things we can’t do! Especially here.”
I reached down, grabbed a piece of chicken, and stuck it in her mouth. As she chewed, I told her through gritted teeth, “I don’t particularly like being objectified. Boys like that think all women are sex objects. It’s disgusting. I’ll show them how it feels.” I wrenched my arm from her grip and turned, ready to make them pay.
Claire dropped down to her knees and threw her arms around my legs, holding me back. I glared down at her. The pet was a fool if she thought she could control her master, no matter how attractive she looked down there. The boys called out more offensive things, and I raised my eyebrow at her.
“Please don’t hurt them,” she mumbled. “They don’t deserve… you.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, though I was a little flattered.
“Nothing, Val,” she said quickly. “It’s just that you’re strong. Really strong. I don’t want you to hurt anyone.”
You actually care about them? I felt a little betrayed. But I could certainly take advantage. Empathy was vulnerability, and I knew some persuasion techniques. “Let go of me,” I growled. Crouching down low, I whispered in her ear, “Believe me, I could kill everyone here without breaking a sweat. Push me and I might just lose my self-control. It’d be a shame for you to be personally responsible for so many innocent deaths.”
She released me at once. Under my gaze, she slowly stood up. “Master? Your pet would like to speak with you alone,” she cautiously whispered. Her body was tense, not just from fear. She had a certain kind of alertness… like she was battle ready.
Oh, shit! Did I just… “Just kidding,” I said quickly. “That was a morbid joke. Sorry if I scared you. You want to talk? Let’s go talk…” I grabbed her hand and led her to the women’s restroom.
Fortunately, there was only one person in there and she was on her way out. Once she left, I locked the door. Why do they put padlocks on these things? “Right, see, that was just a joke,” I repeated, smiling reassuringly at my pet. Seeing her disbelief, I gave a laugh. “I’m not a villain anymore, Claire.”
“Sure you’re not,” Claire said dryly. Fidgeting with her hands, she walked over to the sink counter and sat down. “You’re just a sociopath with a morbid sense of fun… who likes to forcibly dominate her sex partners. But of course it’s not rape.” She hopped off the counter and strode toward me until she was only inches away. “’Cause I’m sure they all really wanted it. Isn’t that right? Elle?”
I slapped her across the face. It wasn’t as hard as I could, but it got the point across I was pissed. She wanted a fight? She’d get a fight!
Author’s Note:
Wow, this was hard to write! Elle as a quasi-rapist scares me. She’s always been abusive, but this is going past my comfort zone. You know, Elle probably should be a lot worse, but I’m holding back because I’m just not comfortable writing that level of sadism. Sorry.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Pairing: Elle/Claire
Warnings: BDSM, dubious consent, borderline rape
Summary: In a post-season-two alternate universe, Elle has convinced Claire to be her pet. Elle takes her out on a date, hoping to get lucky.
I searched for signs of mockery, but she seemed sincere. “Claire, I, uh…”
“No, you don’t need to say anything,” she said quickly. “Just know I’m here for you, to support you.”
“Um,” I started again, still not sure what to say. Wasn’t I supposed to be sure of myself and lead so that Claire could follow me?
“That’s because I’m your pet,” she continued with a smile. “A good pet supports her master in every way, right?”
“Righ-” I tried to agree.
“And I’m a good pet,” she kept talking. “I’m your pet, and I’m your friend, and I’m your girlfriend too. Your submissive girlfr-!”
I covered her mouth. “That you are, and a submissive girlfriend does not dominate the conversation, understand?”
Claire nodded, and I released her. We made it to the restaurant without further incident. At this point makeup had to be redone, both me and Claire having swapped lipstick among other damages. I felt Claire had been upset enough to push it by punishing her for messing up her makeup, so I let it go.
“We are so gay,” she remarked.
I smiled. “I feel happy, oh so happy,” I sang off-key. “Happy and zappy and gay!”
“I feel stunning,” she joined in. “And entrancing. Feel like running, and dancing a twirl! For I’m owned by a pretty wonderful girl!” She chuckled, really seeming to enjoy herself. I was glad she had seemingly recovered so easily.
We walked in and were seated reasonably quickly. I got us a nice booth in the corner in a secluded part of the restaurant so we could sit next to each other and I could play with her. After briefly examining the menu, I ordered for us. Pasta for me and chicken for her. That way, I could eat food that clearly needs a fork, whereas Claire could use her fingers to eat the little bites I’d cut for her.
She stared at me in awe as I quietly explained my rationale. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. “Wow. You really are made for this, aren’t you?”
“For controlling things that look like people? Of course,” I agreed. “You’re made for this too. As a pet, anyway.”
She giggled awkwardly. “You know, sometimes you get kind of scary… but I know I can trust you. What I mean is…” She turned her head and whispered in my ear, “You’re a good owner.”
“Of course I am,” I agreed, smug I’d gained her trust. Petting her hair, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
She smiled. Then her eyes flicked away and her face filled with apprehension.
“Girl?” I followed her gaze across the room to… Flying Boy.
Huh.
Was he flying? I glanced at his feet. No, he was standing…
“West?” Claire said incredulously. Her face turned red and she stiffened. “What are you doing here?”
“He’s spying on us. That’s what he’s doing here,” I growled. “Did Noah send you?”
“How long have you been watching?” she asked worriedly.
“Mr. Bennet asked me to keep an eye on you,” he agreed. “And I’ve been around long enough to see her try to molest you.”
“Great,” I sighed. “A date supervised by the ex.”
“Oh God,” Claire sighed for an entirely different reason. She looked sick, superior constitution notwithstanding. “Look, you can’t tell my father.”
“What?” He slid into the booth across from us. “That his daughter was nearly raped by the evil company agent?”
“Elle isn’t evil,” Claire protested.
“What?” I exclaimed. I lowered my voice. “That’s the only part you have trouble with? I’m not with the company anymore, I didn’t almost rape you-you forgot the safeword-and in public my name is Val!”
“Val Powers,” she agreed. “Sorry, Val.”
“I can’t believe you’re apologizing to her!” West glared at me. “She… God, she’s the enemy, Claire!”
“Kate,” I corrected. “And, again, ex-enemy.”
“Oh, I suppose you saw the error of your ways,” he said sarcastically. “Decided to enter the sociopath’s recovery group, is that it?”
“Apathetics Anonymous. We meet every other Thursday at 9 am,” I said dryly. “’Sides, Kate doesn’t mind.”
“That’s the problem!” He looked at Claire. “Okay, ‘Kate’, you do realize what she is?”
“Sociopath,” she said, nodding. “It’s not her fault.”
“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is,” he snapped. “What matters is what she is!”
“I don’t like the way you speak to her,” I cut in, attempting to regain control of the situation. “Kate’s got a lot on her mind. She doesn’t need you on her case about something that’s really none of your business.”
“No. Kate is my business!” he said.
“Not anymore,” I told him firmly.
“Um, do I get a say?” Claire asked. West and I paused, and she rushed to add, “Both of you are kind of fighting over me. I get it. You both like me. It’s flattering. But I’m still my own person and you should both be talking to me. I choose Val. I’m hers now. Get over it.”
“You heard the girl,” I said, giving West a smirk to haunt his dreams. That’s right, she belongs to me.
“You think I’m jealous?” He glared at me. “Okay, maybe I am. I don’t like the idea of you kissing this bitch that almost killed me, but, God, Kate, I’m trying to help you.”
“That’s it,” she growled. “You do not call my girlfriend a bitch! This conversation is over.”
“No! Claire! I mean, Kate! Please, c’mon,” he protested.
“It’s over, little boy,” I chided. “Accept that.” I grinned as he stared at my pet, torn between heartache and anger. “So, yeah, unless you want to join her and be mine too… get lost.” Hmm, he’d look cute in a collar.
He sighed. “Look, Kate, if you ever need help… If you don’t feel safe… I’ll be watching you tonight. I’ll always be watching you, Kate.”
“You’ll always be watching her?” I repeated. “What are you, a stalker? So, I’ll see you at the AA meeting?”
Rolling his eyes, he started to slide out of the seat.
I caught his arm, keeping him put. “Oh! If you want to get rid of that cute tracking device your new boss jammed in your flesh, I’d be happy to cut it out of you sometime.”
“T-tracking…?” He put a hand over his tag on his neck. “They know I’m here?”
“Mmhm,” I agreed. “Thanks for possibly exposing us, by the way. Good move. Anyway, don’t throw stones at Kate when you live in a ‘glass house’ working for the man who treated you like a wild rabbit. Now, bye.” I released him.
He stood up, backed away, and hurried out.
“Tracking system’s been down for months,” I muttered to my little pet to keep her calm. “Like, seriously down-down. Don’t worry.”
She sighed and rested her head against my shoulder. “Dad’s creepy, West’s creepy, and you…”
“I’m okay with being creepy,” I assured her. “I’m an anti-hero, aren’t I?”
“Maybe I’m a creeper-magnet,” she weakly joked. “Do you think I’m creepy?”
“You don’t creep me out,” I said, chuckling at the idea. “Though… You are willing to commit murder when it suits your ethics. I’m not an expert, but that could make you creepy to someone.”
She grumbled. “I only try to kill the people who deserve it.”
“They’re the best prey,” I said playfully, stroking her hair. So soft. So nice.
“If I said ‘prey’, that would be creepy,” she said, clearly enjoying the attention. “You know, I don’t, like, hunt people like a serial killer.”
“You react out of anger,” I observed. “You’re submissive most of the time…” Or at least I want you to be. “…but when you’re angry you’re aggressive. I assume you also get sadistic?” That was how it was with most people. They had little spurts of sadism at predictable moments and never cultivated it like I did.
She made a face. “A little, I guess. Nothing like you, though.”
Uh-huh. “No one’s like me,” I said with a bit of pride. “Yeah, you’re basically like normal humans. You’ve got your empathy and your compassion, but when you get angry and desperate people like me look damn civilized in comparison.” Little smirk, just a little one.
She stared at me in disbelief. “Val Powers, are you actually claiming moral high ground?”
I smiled. “Just a slip, pet. It won’t happen again.”
The food came, and I thanked the waiter politely. My property sat well-behaved while I prepared her food. She seemed reasonably content in her role as pet. I supposed the run-in with her ex actually helped her training. Now she had something to prove. I could definitely work with that.
“Beg.”
“Please feed me, Master,” she whispered. “Please.”
I grabbed a piece of the chicken I cut for her, and stuck it in her mouth. She carefully licked my fingers clean as she accepted the bite. I inspected my fingers, utterly soaked in Claire saliva, and wondered if she liked the way they tasted. “You got my fingers all wet, girl.” I held them out where she could see. “Dry them off.”
She gingerly took my hand and rubbed at my fingers, not even thinking of going for her napkin. I was thinking of a napkin when I gave the order. This was also good! “I, uh, thought you’d like it,” she muttered.
“Oh, it was for me?” I considered that. “I do like you licking at me like the little pet girl you are.”
She nodded in agreement. “I… think it’s kind of nice too,” she added quietly. “I mean, this here, not… your, uh, shoe.”
“That was a punishment you requested,” I stated as I eyed her. “I thought it was hot, but you weren’t supposed to. Not really. So, you like licking me, huh? I taste good? When I give you another bite, will it be me you savor?”
Embarrassed, she forced a laugh. “You taste… about as good as I’d expect.”
And what do you expect?
“It’s not so much about the taste,” she went on, “It’s that you’re my girlfr- I’m sorry, that I’m yours. I savor doing something… intimate with you that’s only a little degrading.”
“I see… Open wide.” I took my mostly dry hand out of hers, picked up another piece of chicken and brought it over to her mouth. As she took the piece and swallowed, she once more licked my fingers quite thoroughly. I added some spice by releasing a spark under her tongue.
The little grunt and look of pain was priceless. I removed my fingers and told her to dry them, and again she ignored her napkin. “Anyone ever call you a sadist?” she hissed under her breath.
“Me? Never. Anyone ever call you a total slut for pain? ‘Cause you are.” I pulled my hand away, dried it thoroughly on my napkin, and helped myself to some pasta, mixed with Claire’s food.
“Actually no,” she answered, looking amused. “A slut for pain? Really?”
“Maybe I should have it written on your collar,” I mused, walking my fingers around her neck. “Pain-slut.”
“You’re a slut for causing pain,” she said. “Maybe you should have that written somewhere. You know, like a warning: this girl gets off on hurting you.”
“…And you’re gonna like it,” I finished. Smirking, I added, “Approach only if you want to be a toy… and you will.”
“Once she gets done with you,” she agreed, smiling. “Or if you’re lucky, you get to be a pet.”
“Like her cute and sweet girl here,” I finished, patting her head. I stroked her cheek.
“Yeah… You do sound pretty creepy if you just think about it,” she said hesitantly. “Like, you’re…”
“A slaver?” I supplied with a smile I was sure would add to her creepy impression of me. “No, that’s the old me. The new me is 100 percent consensually focused. ‘Sides, my old toys weren’t slaves in the strictest sense… they were more… in bondage.”
She blinked. “Too much information,” she got out, her voice faltering.
“What? The bondage part?” I shook my head. “I don’t mean I tied them up… necessarily. I just mean, they were mine and they couldn’t leave, which is bondage but not slavery ‘cause I didn’t buy or sell them…”
Claire paled as I spoke. “Val? Please stop talking about people you… hurt. I don’t care if you call them slaves or toys or what, just please stop.”
“Um, okay,” I agreed, not wanting to push my already-triggered pet. “I just thought you were cool with my nasty past.”
“Accepting,” she allowed. “You had a past. It was nasty. Just please don’t…” She trailed off, and then added, “I’m only a sadist when I’m angry.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I said, glad Claire had managed to phrase it in terms I could understand. Claire wasn’t a sadist, so she emphasized with all my little victims instead of just appreciating my perspective from on top. “You’re a masochist. I should be sadistic to you, not with you.”
“Uh, right,” she agreed. “Not so much that I’m a masochist, just that I’m not so apathetic. Do you have any sociopath friends?”
I broke into a grin. “My dear pet, that is a contradiction in terms. We barely care about you people. You think we care at all about each other?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she said. “That must be very lonely.”
My grin faded. “Well, I have you with me. I care more about you than any other human or sociopath.”
She twisted out of my grasp and looked me in the eye. “Yeah, but do you care about me as a friend or as a sexy toy?”
“Why must it be one or the other? Can’t you be my friend and a sexy toy?” I suggested, mainly to buy time while I thought about how to bullshit my way out of this pickle. Grasping at an idea, I smiled sweetly and started my speech to charm her back to me. “Kate, you’re the sexiest toy I’ve ever owned, but our relationship isn’t just top and bottom. I… need you. You’re wonderful.” Keep it nice and subdued now. Don’t overplay it. “I need you to cherish me because I know I’m a bad person. I don’t deserve someone wonderful like you. So, when you submit to me, I feel… like I’m the best person in the world.” On a whim, I grabbed her hand. “I’m only a master because you submit to me. Without you, I’m nothing. With you, I’m someone special. You’re not just a toy, Kate. You make me whole.” I offered my pet a smile. That was so lame. Hell, if she buys that cheese, I might as well throw in a line about fucking her too. It might be the only way to get the little tease to put out. If she says I had her at ‘stupid pet’-
Claire kissed me, right on the lips too. I kissed back, eager to play. I sucked her bottom lip past my teeth and bit down as hard as I could, causing warm blood to briefly gush into my mouth. Squealing, Claire just kissed me harder. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she pulled me closer. I took that as an invitation to shock the hell out of her through my tongue, which just caused her to writhe sexily against me.
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“Alright!”
“A little lesbian action!”
We broke out of our kiss and together turned to glare at a group of three drunken college guys at a table across the room. My glare soon morphed into a grin because, unlike my conditionally-sadistic pet, I saw fresh prey. They chose the wrong girl to fuck with. I stood up, and Claire stood with me. Good. I have my loyal pet behind me. I wonder if she bites on command?
“Master, please don’t kill them,” she hissed in my ear.
“Won’t,” I grunted. “Wanna hurt them a bit?”
“No,” she whispered, grabbing onto my arm. “I mean, I’m angry too, but we can’t just…”
“You can’t, maybe,” I goaded her. “You know, for an invincible chick, you’re a bit of a wimp.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Look, Val, there are certain kinds of things we can’t do! Especially here.”
I reached down, grabbed a piece of chicken, and stuck it in her mouth. As she chewed, I told her through gritted teeth, “I don’t particularly like being objectified. Boys like that think all women are sex objects. It’s disgusting. I’ll show them how it feels.” I wrenched my arm from her grip and turned, ready to make them pay.
Claire dropped down to her knees and threw her arms around my legs, holding me back. I glared down at her. The pet was a fool if she thought she could control her master, no matter how attractive she looked down there. The boys called out more offensive things, and I raised my eyebrow at her.
“Please don’t hurt them,” she mumbled. “They don’t deserve… you.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, though I was a little flattered.
“Nothing, Val,” she said quickly. “It’s just that you’re strong. Really strong. I don’t want you to hurt anyone.”
You actually care about them? I felt a little betrayed. But I could certainly take advantage. Empathy was vulnerability, and I knew some persuasion techniques. “Let go of me,” I growled. Crouching down low, I whispered in her ear, “Believe me, I could kill everyone here without breaking a sweat. Push me and I might just lose my self-control. It’d be a shame for you to be personally responsible for so many innocent deaths.”
She released me at once. Under my gaze, she slowly stood up. “Master? Your pet would like to speak with you alone,” she cautiously whispered. Her body was tense, not just from fear. She had a certain kind of alertness… like she was battle ready.
Oh, shit! Did I just… “Just kidding,” I said quickly. “That was a morbid joke. Sorry if I scared you. You want to talk? Let’s go talk…” I grabbed her hand and led her to the women’s restroom.
Fortunately, there was only one person in there and she was on her way out. Once she left, I locked the door. Why do they put padlocks on these things? “Right, see, that was just a joke,” I repeated, smiling reassuringly at my pet. Seeing her disbelief, I gave a laugh. “I’m not a villain anymore, Claire.”
“Sure you’re not,” Claire said dryly. Fidgeting with her hands, she walked over to the sink counter and sat down. “You’re just a sociopath with a morbid sense of fun… who likes to forcibly dominate her sex partners. But of course it’s not rape.” She hopped off the counter and strode toward me until she was only inches away. “’Cause I’m sure they all really wanted it. Isn’t that right? Elle?”
I slapped her across the face. It wasn’t as hard as I could, but it got the point across I was pissed. She wanted a fight? She’d get a fight!
Author’s Note:
Wow, this was hard to write! Elle as a quasi-rapist scares me. She’s always been abusive, but this is going past my comfort zone. You know, Elle probably should be a lot worse, but I’m holding back because I’m just not comfortable writing that level of sadism. Sorry.