LWM FIC :: "My Own Worst Enemy" [Tessa/Anastasia, NC17]
Title: My Own Worst Enemy
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Tessa/Anastasia, Tessa/Dace, Tessa/Anastasia/Dace
Date: 10-11 March 2008
Word Count: 1500
Series: Light, Water, Muses
Book: Reverberations
Summary: Tessa's reactions to her fortieth birthday.
Warnings: BDSM, mild caning, threesome
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Light, Water, Muses
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: These characters belong to ShatterStorm Productions and are the creations of A. Magiluna Stormwriter and Shatterpath. They also belong in the Light, Water, Muses universe, tho’ this is a standalone within the whole of that universe.
Author’s Notes: This just seemed appropriate somehow. It was written originally for the eighth week challenge of lastficstanding, which was an original fiction challenge. Well, who better to write about than two of my most favorite original characters?
Musically, this piece was inspired by two Idina Menzel songs, "Brave" and "My Own Worst Enemy", but primarily the first.
Dedication: To my muses. I’d be nowhere without them.
Beta: shatterpath & mrswoman
My Own Worst Enemy
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"You've been awfully quiet tonight, pet," Anastasia says in a low, curious tone. "In fact, you've been distant for the past several days now. Is something wrong?" There's just the slightest hint of steel in her tone, and I know I need to respond.
"I suppose I'm just--"
"It's about time the birthday girl made her appearance." Dace's amused voice interrupts my train of thought. "You been keeping her all to yourself, my lady?"
"She is my other half, you know," she retorts, lightly stroking my hair. "I do believe I have the right to monopolize her time, Dace. Besides, it's not her birthday yet."
"Close fucking enough," Dace mutters, leaning down to tug at the chain connecting my nipple clamps. "You keep some time open for the King of Hearts, Tess. I think I have just the present for you." I giggle coquettishly at her, still so easily swayed by her dominant personality and charm. "Provided the Lady Heartsblood agrees, of course." She grins and waggles her eyebrows at the two of us before sauntering off to do whatever else it is that she's been doing tonight.
"There's the smile that I adore." At Anastasia's words, I smile again, delighting in her warm, indulgent tone. She studies me for a long moment, fingers still toying with my long tresses. I want to turn away from her intense gaze, but I don't. I won't be that disrespectful to the keeper of my heart. "Come sit up here with me, love."
I consider protesting, but simply move from the bolster I've been kneeling on up to the chair next to her. It feels decidedly odd to be in a chair when I'm in character as the pampered favorite of the Lady Heartsblood. There are few people who come to the Crimson Hind that don't know my place as the Ace of Hearts, particularly when I'm wearing the multilayered silver chains which make up Anastasia's favorite outfit to show me off as her prized possession. No one is allowed to touch the Ace of Hearts without the Lady Heartsblood's explicit permission. It's always separated me from anyone else that steps foot into the club.
I'm startled out of my thoughts as I feel something pressed into my palm. Glancing down, I see that it's a silver dollar. Closer inspection shows it's dated from the year of my birth. Confusion leads my eyes back to her beloved face. "My lady?"
"You seemed rather deeply in thought, and I'm sure they're worth far more than a mere penny." She's on her feet and leans in to stroke my cheek. "Come on, love. I think it's time for us to make our exit and head home."
I shake my head, knowing it's rare that we head home before midnight on nights like this. "We don't have to leave if you don't want to. Please don't take my moodiness as disinterest in being here with you."
"Tessa, stop this."
The edge of anger in her voice is like an icy bath, and I drop my head instantly, murmuring, "My apologies, my lady. I meant no disrespect."
For long moments, all I can hear is the sounds of the club around us: snippets of conversations, the telltale clink of glassware, the random cry of a sub being punished for impertinence. My ears strain for any hint of what Anastasia's thinking right now, what she's planning for me. I will willingly accept any punishment she gives me, there's simply no other way to respond. The distinct click of metal against metal at my throat sends a shiver down my spine.
"On your feet, pet," she says in a low voice, tugging on the dainty silver leash.
Instantly on my feet, I follow behind her, eyes trained on the ground before me, gripping the coin tightly. The sensation of every eye in the club witnessing me being led away like this only exacerbates my shame at letting down my longtime love and mistress. Anastasia pauses only long enough to open the door of our private room in the back of the club, pushing me in before her. Without thought, I move to the center of the room, reaching up for the chained cuffs dangling from the ceiling.
"So you want the cane, do you?" she purrs in a tone that is both indulgent and unsympathetic. "Far be it from me to question your choice of punishment. You know what to do."
In no time, my wrists are encased in the rabbit fur-lined cuffs above my head. I don't meet her eyes when she removes the chains that have served as my garments tonight, except the one connecting the nipple clamps. Moving off to get the length of bamboo she wields so well, she makes no attempt to cover up what she's doing.
The first snap of that rigid cane against the tops of my thighs makes me jump, just like always, and I suck in a lungful of air before I can stutter out, "One." She doesn't pause until there are nine more stripes ranging from just above my knees to the rise of my ass, all leaving a delightful burn on my skin. That's when I hear the jingling of very familiar chains as the door opens behind us.
"Mind if I watch, my lady?"
"Not at all, Dace," Anastasia replies smoothly. "Perhaps you can help me get Tessa out of this funk."
"I serve at your pleasure, my lady," comes Dace's reply as she moves up behind me. Her fingers trace the welts on my backside, and I have to fight the urge to pull away from her touch. Suddenly, her hand lands flatly against the most painful of my marks. The sensation is strong enough to make me cry out and shy away as much as my bonds allow. The action and reaction are repeated. "This stops the minute I hear your safe word, Tess." I bite my lower lip, shaking my head. "Quit being so fucking stubborn, Tess," she growls, landing a third spank.
Unexpectedly, she stops, but I can still feel her right behind me. The sensation of heat in front of me alerts Anastasia's presence just before her fingers curl beneath my chin. "Look at me, pet," she murmurs softly, infinite tenderness and worry in her voice. "Talk to me. Please?"
"I'm sorry," I finally whisper, swallowing thickly at the love in her eyes. "I've let you down, all because I can't handle today."
"What about today, love?"
"I'm turning forty, Anastasia. I'm supposed to be the perfect eye candy submissive draped on the arm of the most powerful dominatrix in Las Vegas, the trophy wife, so to speak. How can I possibly--?"
My words are cut off by another sharp crack against my ass. "Are you fucking serious?" Dace asks in exasperation, but I can hear the humor lacing her tone. "You've been moody all week because you're turning forty? For fuck's sake, Tess! You run the fucking House of Hearts, not Anastasia. We all know that and would be lost without you. " And then her voice softens as she reaches up to release my wrists. "You've been putting yourself through hell for this?"
I cringe at her words, but say nothing further. Anastasia smiles and pats my cheek. "You will always be my greatest treasure, Tessa, never forget that, and not just because you're my prized submissive, as you put it. I don't care if you're forty or a hundred and forty. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I will happily have you draped on my arm until the day we die. Surely the fact that we've been together for more than twenty years should have clued you in on this."
"I know, I just--"
She cuts off my words with a kiss that leaves no doubt as to her intentions, or her love. Her hands aren't idle, roaming the length of my body, stroking and teasing me as only she knows how to do. Dace pulls me back into her chest for support, nuzzling at my shoulder with murmured encouragement. I can feel the strap-on she prefers pressing against my still-smarting ass and wonder briefly if that's the gift she mentioned earlier.
"My beautiful, sweet Tessa," Anastasia whispers, tugging lightly on the chain, sending jolts of pleasure from my clamped nipples to my clit, now trapped beneath her questing fingers. "I would sooner die than be without you, love. Never forget that." Her words have a decidedly possessive note, and I'm helpless against the onslaught of words, hands, and kisses. She and Dace stroke and soothe me into what I'm sure will be the first of many orgasms tonight.
"Thank you," I finally push the words out past the heart-sized lump in my throat.
"I love you, Tessa, now and always." She punctuates each word with a kiss to the heart-shaped padlock tattoo over my heart. "Happy birthday, my love."
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Tessa/Anastasia, Tessa/Dace, Tessa/Anastasia/Dace
Date: 10-11 March 2008
Word Count: 1500
Series: Light, Water, Muses
Book: Reverberations
Summary: Tessa's reactions to her fortieth birthday.
Warnings: BDSM, mild caning, threesome
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Light, Water, Muses
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author’s Disclaimer: These characters belong to ShatterStorm Productions and are the creations of A. Magiluna Stormwriter and Shatterpath. They also belong in the Light, Water, Muses universe, tho’ this is a standalone within the whole of that universe.
Author’s Notes: This just seemed appropriate somehow. It was written originally for the eighth week challenge of lastficstanding, which was an original fiction challenge. Well, who better to write about than two of my most favorite original characters?
Musically, this piece was inspired by two Idina Menzel songs, "Brave" and "My Own Worst Enemy", but primarily the first.
Dedication: To my muses. I’d be nowhere without them.
Beta: shatterpath & mrswoman
My Own Worst Enemy
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"You've been awfully quiet tonight, pet," Anastasia says in a low, curious tone. "In fact, you've been distant for the past several days now. Is something wrong?" There's just the slightest hint of steel in her tone, and I know I need to respond.
"I suppose I'm just--"
"It's about time the birthday girl made her appearance." Dace's amused voice interrupts my train of thought. "You been keeping her all to yourself, my lady?"
"She is my other half, you know," she retorts, lightly stroking my hair. "I do believe I have the right to monopolize her time, Dace. Besides, it's not her birthday yet."
"Close fucking enough," Dace mutters, leaning down to tug at the chain connecting my nipple clamps. "You keep some time open for the King of Hearts, Tess. I think I have just the present for you." I giggle coquettishly at her, still so easily swayed by her dominant personality and charm. "Provided the Lady Heartsblood agrees, of course." She grins and waggles her eyebrows at the two of us before sauntering off to do whatever else it is that she's been doing tonight.
"There's the smile that I adore." At Anastasia's words, I smile again, delighting in her warm, indulgent tone. She studies me for a long moment, fingers still toying with my long tresses. I want to turn away from her intense gaze, but I don't. I won't be that disrespectful to the keeper of my heart. "Come sit up here with me, love."
I consider protesting, but simply move from the bolster I've been kneeling on up to the chair next to her. It feels decidedly odd to be in a chair when I'm in character as the pampered favorite of the Lady Heartsblood. There are few people who come to the Crimson Hind that don't know my place as the Ace of Hearts, particularly when I'm wearing the multilayered silver chains which make up Anastasia's favorite outfit to show me off as her prized possession. No one is allowed to touch the Ace of Hearts without the Lady Heartsblood's explicit permission. It's always separated me from anyone else that steps foot into the club.
I'm startled out of my thoughts as I feel something pressed into my palm. Glancing down, I see that it's a silver dollar. Closer inspection shows it's dated from the year of my birth. Confusion leads my eyes back to her beloved face. "My lady?"
"You seemed rather deeply in thought, and I'm sure they're worth far more than a mere penny." She's on her feet and leans in to stroke my cheek. "Come on, love. I think it's time for us to make our exit and head home."
I shake my head, knowing it's rare that we head home before midnight on nights like this. "We don't have to leave if you don't want to. Please don't take my moodiness as disinterest in being here with you."
"Tessa, stop this."
The edge of anger in her voice is like an icy bath, and I drop my head instantly, murmuring, "My apologies, my lady. I meant no disrespect."
For long moments, all I can hear is the sounds of the club around us: snippets of conversations, the telltale clink of glassware, the random cry of a sub being punished for impertinence. My ears strain for any hint of what Anastasia's thinking right now, what she's planning for me. I will willingly accept any punishment she gives me, there's simply no other way to respond. The distinct click of metal against metal at my throat sends a shiver down my spine.
"On your feet, pet," she says in a low voice, tugging on the dainty silver leash.
Instantly on my feet, I follow behind her, eyes trained on the ground before me, gripping the coin tightly. The sensation of every eye in the club witnessing me being led away like this only exacerbates my shame at letting down my longtime love and mistress. Anastasia pauses only long enough to open the door of our private room in the back of the club, pushing me in before her. Without thought, I move to the center of the room, reaching up for the chained cuffs dangling from the ceiling.
"So you want the cane, do you?" she purrs in a tone that is both indulgent and unsympathetic. "Far be it from me to question your choice of punishment. You know what to do."
In no time, my wrists are encased in the rabbit fur-lined cuffs above my head. I don't meet her eyes when she removes the chains that have served as my garments tonight, except the one connecting the nipple clamps. Moving off to get the length of bamboo she wields so well, she makes no attempt to cover up what she's doing.
The first snap of that rigid cane against the tops of my thighs makes me jump, just like always, and I suck in a lungful of air before I can stutter out, "One." She doesn't pause until there are nine more stripes ranging from just above my knees to the rise of my ass, all leaving a delightful burn on my skin. That's when I hear the jingling of very familiar chains as the door opens behind us.
"Mind if I watch, my lady?"
"Not at all, Dace," Anastasia replies smoothly. "Perhaps you can help me get Tessa out of this funk."
"I serve at your pleasure, my lady," comes Dace's reply as she moves up behind me. Her fingers trace the welts on my backside, and I have to fight the urge to pull away from her touch. Suddenly, her hand lands flatly against the most painful of my marks. The sensation is strong enough to make me cry out and shy away as much as my bonds allow. The action and reaction are repeated. "This stops the minute I hear your safe word, Tess." I bite my lower lip, shaking my head. "Quit being so fucking stubborn, Tess," she growls, landing a third spank.
Unexpectedly, she stops, but I can still feel her right behind me. The sensation of heat in front of me alerts Anastasia's presence just before her fingers curl beneath my chin. "Look at me, pet," she murmurs softly, infinite tenderness and worry in her voice. "Talk to me. Please?"
"I'm sorry," I finally whisper, swallowing thickly at the love in her eyes. "I've let you down, all because I can't handle today."
"What about today, love?"
"I'm turning forty, Anastasia. I'm supposed to be the perfect eye candy submissive draped on the arm of the most powerful dominatrix in Las Vegas, the trophy wife, so to speak. How can I possibly--?"
My words are cut off by another sharp crack against my ass. "Are you fucking serious?" Dace asks in exasperation, but I can hear the humor lacing her tone. "You've been moody all week because you're turning forty? For fuck's sake, Tess! You run the fucking House of Hearts, not Anastasia. We all know that and would be lost without you. " And then her voice softens as she reaches up to release my wrists. "You've been putting yourself through hell for this?"
I cringe at her words, but say nothing further. Anastasia smiles and pats my cheek. "You will always be my greatest treasure, Tessa, never forget that, and not just because you're my prized submissive, as you put it. I don't care if you're forty or a hundred and forty. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I will happily have you draped on my arm until the day we die. Surely the fact that we've been together for more than twenty years should have clued you in on this."
"I know, I just--"
She cuts off my words with a kiss that leaves no doubt as to her intentions, or her love. Her hands aren't idle, roaming the length of my body, stroking and teasing me as only she knows how to do. Dace pulls me back into her chest for support, nuzzling at my shoulder with murmured encouragement. I can feel the strap-on she prefers pressing against my still-smarting ass and wonder briefly if that's the gift she mentioned earlier.
"My beautiful, sweet Tessa," Anastasia whispers, tugging lightly on the chain, sending jolts of pleasure from my clamped nipples to my clit, now trapped beneath her questing fingers. "I would sooner die than be without you, love. Never forget that." Her words have a decidedly possessive note, and I'm helpless against the onslaught of words, hands, and kisses. She and Dace stroke and soothe me into what I'm sure will be the first of many orgasms tonight.
"Thank you," I finally push the words out past the heart-sized lump in my throat.
"I love you, Tessa, now and always." She punctuates each word with a kiss to the heart-shaped padlock tattoo over my heart. "Happy birthday, my love."