Installment Four
Gothic Grapes: Installment Four
Author: Morgan O'Friel
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 1215
Warnings: references to rough sex
Summary: Claudia struggles to keep her play room hidden from prying eyes.
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Making up a room for a sixteen year old wasn't how Claudia had hoped to spend the first warm Saturday since winter. It wasn't, to be honest, how Claudia had hoped to spend any day of her life. It wasn't that she hated kids, just that she and Elena hadn't planned for any, and, well, that was just fine with Dia.
She tacked another poster to the wall, this one with just as strange of a band name as all of the others. The Lesbian Bondage Experience. She shook her head and stared. It was an all-girl rock band that had decided mimicking the dead was a good way to get people to fall in love with them. Claudia wrinkled her nose. The lead singer had her purple hair slicked back, and was posing over a half-nude, completely goth woman, a whip in her hand.
It wasn't that Dia didn't find them sexy. She did.
No, it was more that they looked like they had no idea what they were doing. She doubted any of the women in the poster had actually tried BDSM. The pose on the half-nude woman was all wrong, and the purple-haired woman's eyes were just a bit too wide. Dia wondered if she'd accidentally whipped the woman below her, and if she had, how much she'd apologized.
A sharp and clear ring tone buzzed through Dia's thoughts. Elena. Claudia had asked her to call when they were on their way back from the airport. She grabbed her phone off of the black comforter on the bed.
“Hey. How close are you?” Dia asked.
“We'll be pulling into the driveway any minute.” Dia heard a car horn in the background, and wondered just who Elena had cut off. Her wife had lowered her voice. “Gwen's still unhappy with the whole situation. Have you gotten everything settled?”
Dia tapped her nails along her thigh and glanced around the room she'd selected for Gwen. She'd set-up all of the belongings that'd been shipped to her, had put the clothes in the drawers, and had made sure that the television, computer, and phone were all working. It was, aside from Dia and Elena's suite, the most technically advanced room in the whole bed and breakfast.
“I've forgotten something, I'm sure of it. I just can't remember what it is.”
She cradled the phone between her head and her ear. Dia's brown hair hung over the speaker of the phone, but Elena still came in clear over it. “Did you make sure to pick up her school enrollment package?”
Dia strolled to the window, pushing aside the red curtain. She was on the fourth floor, and looking down on the blossoming magnolia trees in the front yard. “Yes.”
“Picked up the spare set of keys from the hardware store” A black Equinox pulled up towards the house. She heard Elena telling the others that they were there, and to pile out. She waited patiently, watching as the back doors opened and Andrew, Gwen, and the Fae that had first examined their bed and breakfast for suitability - oh, what was his name, Brandon? Brian? Brett? - got out.
“Got them during my morning out.” Dia paused, biting down on the end of her sentence. That was it. Of course. She spun from the window and hung up the phone. She'd give some excuse to Elena later.
She flew out of the room, barely remembering to shut the door behind her. Nobody was staying on the fourth floor at the moment, so she didn't give a second thought to sprinting down the hall towards the staircase. Dia couldn't believe her carelessness. Not only hadn't she locked up her play room, but she'd forgotten to take her purse and Gwen's new keys out of it.
Dia took the stairs four at a time, glad that she didn't run into a renter, until she was down on the second floor. Scurrying down the floor, she paused to smile nicely at Marcus as he wandered carelessly down the hallway. “Good afternoon,” he said. He didn't wait for her answer, and instead turned the corner, starting to hum to himself. Dia shook her head, and yanked out her own set of keys as she reached her door.
Her keys taking too long to turn. “C'mon, come on!” The door snapped open, and she slipped inside, crossing the room without a second thought, until she was slipping into her and Elena's walk-in closet.
She pushed aside Elena's clothes and ducked behind the clothes rack, placing her hands against the wood paneling and pushing in and to the side. The false wall slid backwards, and she was staring into her personal sanctuary.
She strode in, glancing around. The candle's she had lit on her altar had burned themselves out, which was good, but left her in the dark. Sighing, Claudia snapped her fingers. Flames curled along the tips of her nails, giving the room a flickering glow.
The walls were covered with pictures of her sexual encounters. Women on their backs, begging to be fucked harder, money shots of Elena masturbating, some of men she barely knew fucking for her entertainment. Many of the photos had been taken in Dia's bedroom, though some were on the grass, in a guest's room, or under a desk. Some of the women in the photos had on masks while others wore white lace teddies. The only connection was that all of them had been photographed in the middle of feeding Dia's urges.
It was hard for her to turn away from her conquests, to re-focus herself in the here and now, but she wanted to make sure she was out of there by the time Elena went looking for her. She grabbed her purse from the floor, and slung it over her shoulder.
The keys were on Dia's marble alter, on top of the photograph of her with her morning fuck. She smiled at the women, her small breasts sticking out of the top of her low cut short, her fingers plunged deep into her cunt. She had cuts along her neck, cuts from the spare set of keys Dia had picked up that morning. Dia felt her body tingling with the memory. Her morning fuck had loved to be scratched up, and the keys had been the only thing Dia'd had on herself that would do the trick. Rough sex in bathrooms wasn't as easy as Penthouse letters made it seem.
Carefully, Dia said a small prayer to Lilith before she removed the keys from her altar. Holding the keys in her left hand, Dia used her fingernails to cover the mental with fire, just enough for the blood and flesh to burn away, and leave a mostly clean, fresh surface. Well, slightly charred surface. But at least it wasn't bloody.
Smiling, she turned from her play room, locking the door behind herself, and went in search of Elena and their guests. If she squirmed a little as she moved, pressing her legs together and wriggling her hips, well, that was for Dia to know and nobody else to find out. She was good at plastering on a smile and playing pretend.
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Author: Morgan O'Friel
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 1215
Warnings: references to rough sex
Summary: Claudia struggles to keep her play room hidden from prying eyes.
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Making up a room for a sixteen year old wasn't how Claudia had hoped to spend the first warm Saturday since winter. It wasn't, to be honest, how Claudia had hoped to spend any day of her life. It wasn't that she hated kids, just that she and Elena hadn't planned for any, and, well, that was just fine with Dia.
She tacked another poster to the wall, this one with just as strange of a band name as all of the others. The Lesbian Bondage Experience. She shook her head and stared. It was an all-girl rock band that had decided mimicking the dead was a good way to get people to fall in love with them. Claudia wrinkled her nose. The lead singer had her purple hair slicked back, and was posing over a half-nude, completely goth woman, a whip in her hand.
It wasn't that Dia didn't find them sexy. She did.
No, it was more that they looked like they had no idea what they were doing. She doubted any of the women in the poster had actually tried BDSM. The pose on the half-nude woman was all wrong, and the purple-haired woman's eyes were just a bit too wide. Dia wondered if she'd accidentally whipped the woman below her, and if she had, how much she'd apologized.
A sharp and clear ring tone buzzed through Dia's thoughts. Elena. Claudia had asked her to call when they were on their way back from the airport. She grabbed her phone off of the black comforter on the bed.
“Hey. How close are you?” Dia asked.
“We'll be pulling into the driveway any minute.” Dia heard a car horn in the background, and wondered just who Elena had cut off. Her wife had lowered her voice. “Gwen's still unhappy with the whole situation. Have you gotten everything settled?”
Dia tapped her nails along her thigh and glanced around the room she'd selected for Gwen. She'd set-up all of the belongings that'd been shipped to her, had put the clothes in the drawers, and had made sure that the television, computer, and phone were all working. It was, aside from Dia and Elena's suite, the most technically advanced room in the whole bed and breakfast.
“I've forgotten something, I'm sure of it. I just can't remember what it is.”
She cradled the phone between her head and her ear. Dia's brown hair hung over the speaker of the phone, but Elena still came in clear over it. “Did you make sure to pick up her school enrollment package?”
Dia strolled to the window, pushing aside the red curtain. She was on the fourth floor, and looking down on the blossoming magnolia trees in the front yard. “Yes.”
“Picked up the spare set of keys from the hardware store” A black Equinox pulled up towards the house. She heard Elena telling the others that they were there, and to pile out. She waited patiently, watching as the back doors opened and Andrew, Gwen, and the Fae that had first examined their bed and breakfast for suitability - oh, what was his name, Brandon? Brian? Brett? - got out.
“Got them during my morning out.” Dia paused, biting down on the end of her sentence. That was it. Of course. She spun from the window and hung up the phone. She'd give some excuse to Elena later.
She flew out of the room, barely remembering to shut the door behind her. Nobody was staying on the fourth floor at the moment, so she didn't give a second thought to sprinting down the hall towards the staircase. Dia couldn't believe her carelessness. Not only hadn't she locked up her play room, but she'd forgotten to take her purse and Gwen's new keys out of it.
Dia took the stairs four at a time, glad that she didn't run into a renter, until she was down on the second floor. Scurrying down the floor, she paused to smile nicely at Marcus as he wandered carelessly down the hallway. “Good afternoon,” he said. He didn't wait for her answer, and instead turned the corner, starting to hum to himself. Dia shook her head, and yanked out her own set of keys as she reached her door.
Her keys taking too long to turn. “C'mon, come on!” The door snapped open, and she slipped inside, crossing the room without a second thought, until she was slipping into her and Elena's walk-in closet.
She pushed aside Elena's clothes and ducked behind the clothes rack, placing her hands against the wood paneling and pushing in and to the side. The false wall slid backwards, and she was staring into her personal sanctuary.
She strode in, glancing around. The candle's she had lit on her altar had burned themselves out, which was good, but left her in the dark. Sighing, Claudia snapped her fingers. Flames curled along the tips of her nails, giving the room a flickering glow.
The walls were covered with pictures of her sexual encounters. Women on their backs, begging to be fucked harder, money shots of Elena masturbating, some of men she barely knew fucking for her entertainment. Many of the photos had been taken in Dia's bedroom, though some were on the grass, in a guest's room, or under a desk. Some of the women in the photos had on masks while others wore white lace teddies. The only connection was that all of them had been photographed in the middle of feeding Dia's urges.
It was hard for her to turn away from her conquests, to re-focus herself in the here and now, but she wanted to make sure she was out of there by the time Elena went looking for her. She grabbed her purse from the floor, and slung it over her shoulder.
The keys were on Dia's marble alter, on top of the photograph of her with her morning fuck. She smiled at the women, her small breasts sticking out of the top of her low cut short, her fingers plunged deep into her cunt. She had cuts along her neck, cuts from the spare set of keys Dia had picked up that morning. Dia felt her body tingling with the memory. Her morning fuck had loved to be scratched up, and the keys had been the only thing Dia'd had on herself that would do the trick. Rough sex in bathrooms wasn't as easy as Penthouse letters made it seem.
Carefully, Dia said a small prayer to Lilith before she removed the keys from her altar. Holding the keys in her left hand, Dia used her fingernails to cover the mental with fire, just enough for the blood and flesh to burn away, and leave a mostly clean, fresh surface. Well, slightly charred surface. But at least it wasn't bloody.
Smiling, she turned from her play room, locking the door behind herself, and went in search of Elena and their guests. If she squirmed a little as she moved, pressing her legs together and wriggling her hips, well, that was for Dia to know and nobody else to find out. She was good at plastering on a smile and playing pretend.
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