Fic: Trained 3/? (Cara/Kahlan, NC-17)
Title: Trained
Author: Lexus Grey
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan (this chapter also includes Denna)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, violence, and BDSM
Disclaimer: The show nor the characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing the girls for fun. No money is being made from this work, no copyright infringement is intended.
Cara's eyes sparkled as she watched Kahlan gear up to tell her about the dreams. The fact that Kahlan had to gear up meant there was likely to be dark, wonderful things revealed.
"The dream started out in a dungeon. Denna had her hair down, so it wasn't in a Mord'Sith temple... I don't know where it was."
"And where were you in this dungeon?" Cara inquired innocently.
Kahlan tried to answer telepathically, but of course that was hopeless, so she stared at her hands and murmured, "chained to a wall."
Cara smirked, impressed. "And however did Denna manage to chain the Mother Confessor?"
At that Kahlan blushed fiercely, her words coming out in an embarrassed whisper. "I was wearing a Rada'Han."
Cara waited for Kahlan to continue, but when the Confessor showed no signs of doing so, she spoke. "You're not being very forthcoming."
Kahlan kept her eyes away, but continued telling. "I allowed you to put me in the Rada'Han. I don't know why. I think... that part wasn't in the dream, but I think you had spanked me until I agreed."
Cara's eyebrows lifted, her expression becoming suspicious. "When did you dream this?"
Kahlan didn't want to answer. But she'd never lie to Cara. "Last night."
"Huh." Cara wasn't sure what to make of that, really. "Well, anyway, go on." The important thing was hearing the Mother Confessor's dirty fantasies, not analyzing their timing. "What turned you on the most?"
"It was just a dream, Cara."
"Of course. What turned you on the most, in the dream?" she indulged Kahlan for the moment.
Kahlan's flush deepened and spread to cover her neck and chest. "The spanking," she whispered.
"I thought that part wasn't in it."
"You whispered something to Denna, and she unchained me, and... put me over her knee, like you did two nights ago. You held my hand while she spanked me."
One corner of Cara's mouth twitched up in a smirk. "You want Denna to spank you?"
Kahlan whimpered, half from embarrassment and half from arousal at the suggestion. She leaned closer to Cara, still looking away. "Only if you hold my hand."
"Too bad I'm not much of a hand-holder," Cara purred back. "What else did she do?"
"She used her Agiels on me. She burnt me with candle wax, and choked me while she put her fingers inside me."
Cara was impressed. "And did you enjoy those things, Confessor?"
Kahlan wasn't embarrassed anymore. Her body had started working itself up as she recounted parts of the dream. "All of them."
"Good to know," Cara noted, filing the information away for later use. "You'd better get dressed, we're about to have company."
Eyes wide, Kahlan got into her dress faster than she ever had in her life. She had barely gotten it pulled into place when the people Cara'd heard came running over the hill to the north of their campsite.
"Oh, thank the heavens we found someone," one of the group panted upon reaching the women. "And even better - you're the Seeker's travel companions, aren't you?" he added excitedly. "Please, you have to help us."
"We don't have to do anything," Cara said sharply, hands on her Agiels. "You have ten seconds to convince me I shouldn't kill you."
"Cara!" Kahlan scolded in her 'let's save the world' voice. "Please forgive her, she's tired and has misplaced her manners," she told the young man. "Tell me, why do you need our help?"
"We come from a very small village. It's been captured by a band of thugs."
"You don't look injured. Why didn't you fight?" Cara asked, suspicious.
"We have no weapons," the man answered.
"You have fists, don't you? And feet?"
"Cara!" Kahlan scolded again, this time a little angry. She turned back to the frightened group with a comforting smile. "Of course we'll help you," she assured them. "Let us pack up and we'll follow you back to your village."
Cara rolled her eyes, but started packing up camp. At least she'd get to put her Agiels to good use.
--
There turned out to be only four thugs, and Cara and Kahlan dispatched them easily, with many thanks from the small, friendly village. They even offered to put the ladies up for the night, but Cara had her sights set on a palace they'd passed on the way there.
The place was packed, and it took Kahlan about fifteen seconds to figure out it was a high-class brothel. It took Cara less.
"Great idea, Cara," Kahlan drawled sarcastically, prepared to give the blonde a hard time, when she caught sight of the proprietor, and the air rushed from her lungs in one breath.
Cara saw what color Kahlan did have drain from her face, and followed her gaze, eyes widening, then narrowing as she approached the woman and pinned her hard into the wall. "Denna," she growled. "When did you get the power to affect dreams?"
Denna was unfazed, adopting a bored expression even with Cara's humming Agiel in her face. "Not that I don't appreciate the warm greeting," she drawled, her voice a sensual purr as it always was, "but what the hell are you talking about?"
"When did you become a Dreamwalker?"
"Ha," Denna nearly snorted, followed by a bout of more dignified laughter. "Dreamwalkers haven't been around for years, Cara, and even if they had, what would I want with dreams when I have so much control in reality?" She seemed to realize, then, what Cara was implying, and blood-red lips curled into a seductive smirk. "You had a dream about me?"
"No," Cara said simply, releasing her grip on the other woman, her gaze slowly turning to Kahlan as she lowered her Agiel. "But she did."
Denna's eyes locked on Kahlan, one sculpted eyebrow slowly lifting. "The Mother Confessor?" she asked, amusement clearly written in pale features. "Dreaming of a Mord'Sith? What would the Creator think?"
Kahlan screwed up her courage to speak to the woman in her latest fantasy. "It's Kahlan," she said with a small smile. But when she took a step closer to the other two women, Denna stepped away and pulled an Agiel from a thigh holster hidden beneath the slit of her dress.
"Don't come any closer, Confessor," she warned darkly. "I know what your touch does to Mord'Sith."
Cara stood back and watched, amused. She could say something to help ease the situation, but she wanted to see what Kahlan would do.
"That's not what I--" Kahlan stammered and turned away, her cheeks flaming red yet again as she tried to think of an appropriate way to explain.
She didn't have to.
Denna's face had been a mask of anger, but now she wore what could only be described as a sultry leer, sliding her Agiel back into its holster. "Oh," she said, eyes sparkling with wicked delight. "I see."
Cara snickered. "I don't think you see the half of it." Now that the dust had settled, and weapons were put away, she leaned closer to Denna and whispered in her ear. "Perhaps we should retire to a more private setting. I think Kahlan's about to shrink into the floor."
Denna sucked her tongue between her front teeth, considering it a moment. Finally, she nodded. "Follow me."
Kahlan was grateful for the intervention, and gladly followed along as Denna led them to a private room. When they were inside, she watched Cara lock the door, and whisper something into Denna's ear again. Whatever Cara said had the rare effect of making Denna choke on nothing, and the next smirk she received from the Madam held something like respect. "All right, enough secrets," she spoke up, and to her surprise, Denna stepped forward and slapped her face so swiftly, elegantly, forcefully, that it made her clench her thighs.
"Cara and I are having a discussion, and I do not recall asking you to speak."
Denna's voice was laced with such disapproval that Kahlan flinched. But the Mord'Sith's behavior led her to believe that her dreams were about to be acted out, after a fashion, and that thought nearly made her drop to her knees in supplication. "I'm sorry, Madam," she managed to breathe.
Denna's eyebrows shot up, her impressed gaze falling on Cara. "You trained the Mother Confessor?"
Cara's lips twitched. "I've never raised an Agiel to her. She enjoys the benefits of submission without added... incentive."
Denna was somewhat stunned, eyes going from Cara to Kahlan and back. "And she wants me to sample her services?"
"She wants you to fuck her." Cara stepped up to Kahlan, winding a hand in her hair. "Why don't you tell Denna what you want?" She enjoyed the rosy tint to Kahlan's cheeks.
Kahlan looked pleadingly at Cara. "I can't... It was hard enough to tell you."
"I'll get it out of her," Denna said eagerly, pulling her Agiel and advancing on Kahlan, only to be stopped by Cara's elbow slamming into her jaw, knocking her back a few feet.
Nostrils flared, Cara spun to face her. "Denna," she said carefully, head tilted as if she were trying to ward off a twitch. "The only pain you will give her... is pain designed to bring her pleasure."
Denna sneered, wiping the trickle of blood from the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. "What's to stop me from walking out the door if I don't like your... rules?"
Kahlan whimpered, kneeling at Denna's feet.
Cara smirked. "That."
Denna's teeth clenched, every ounce of her willpower spent to hide the jolt of arousal that shot through her at Kahlan's posturing. She holstered her Agiel, not particularly keen to be attacked by Cara again, and wound a hand in the Confessor's hair. "What do you want, Kahlan?" She spoke low and unhurried, staring into sparkling blue eyes.
Kahlan's chest heaved with each tempered breath, and she drew strength from the way Cara had just come to her rescue. Despite her embarrassment at what she wanted, she asked for it. "Spank me, please, Madam."
A split second showed the flutter of Denna's eyelashes before she schooled her features into a self-satisfied smirk. "Oh, Confessor," she purred. "With pleasure." She glanced at Cara. "I assume I'm not to use my Agiels for this?"
"You assume correctly."
Even with conditions applied, the chance to have the Mother Confessor at her mercy was too delicious to pass up. She pulled the chair from the vanity into the center of the room and sat down. "Come here," she barked at Kahlan.
"Yes, Madam Denna," Kahlan whispered, crawling to the Mord'Sith on shaking limbs.
Cara raised an eyebrow. Kahlan had never called her Madam. She wasn't exactly jealous, just... curious. And on full alert in case she needed to rein Denna in.
Denna grabbed Kahlan by the arm and dragged her across her lap none too gently, flipping the hem of her dress up over her back. "Oh, you won't be needing these," she said with a low chuckle, ripping the Confessor's undergarments in two, letting the tattered remains fall to the floor.
Kahlan gasped quietly, squirming over Denna's knee. The room was hot; her dress felt constricting. "Please," she breathed, not sure what she was asking for.
"If I want you to beg, I'll tell you," Denna said icily, dragging a sharp fingernail across Kahlan's left buttock, leaving a mildly raised welt in its wake. When she finished the descent, she lifted her hand and brought her palm down sharply, purring at the resulting smack.
Kahlan jumped, the temperature of her skin raising further. "Don't you want my dress off?" she gasped.
"Keep your mouth shut," Denna snapped, giving a sharp tug on Kahlan's hair, spanking her again, watching her pale skin turn pink under the assault.
Cara smirked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, pressing her thighs together.
Kahlan grew wetter with every smack of Denna's hand, and her noises of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure. The air around her was almost suffocating her in its heat, and sweat lined her forehead and the back of her neck. After a more severe slap, she groaned, and bit down on her lip to keep from complaining about her dress. She pressed her hips into Denna's thighs, just enough to feel pressure between her legs, but not enough to bring the action to Denna's attention.
Denna continued until the Confessor's body shook lightly with tears, then turned her head and addressed Cara. "Fetch my hairbrush."
"You seem to have me confused with one of your whores," Cara said, remaining where she was, hands crossed in front of her belt.
Denna growled. She didn't want to get up, interrupting the flow of the session. "Please fetch my hairbrush," she amended with a sickly sweet smile.
Cara snickered and turned to pick up the implement from the vanity, walked over and held it out to Denna.
Denna snatched it, entirely ungracious, and rested it on the Confessor's bottom. "Now, you may beg." She assumed Kahlan would beg her not to wield the brush. The words from the Confessor's mouth sent a wave of heat straight to her core.
"Please, allow me to remove my dress," Kahlan begged, wiping her tears, preparing for a fresh round.
Cara knew what Kahlan could take. The request didn't surprise her, but she knew it surprised Denna - a flex of her muscles and a glassy look in her eyes told Cara as much.
Denna recovered quickly, as she always did if thrown off-balance. "Why should I allow it?"
"Please, Madam, I've been good, and I want to be naked for you." Kahlan almost didn't recognize her own voice, it was so filled with need. "I wish you to see everything your touch is doing to me. Please allow me to be fully exposed, every inch of my body bared to your mercy."
Cara was proud. She resumed her position several feet away, hands folded in front of her belt, and allowed one finger to rub herself through her leathers. She had taught Kahlan to beg. Although... Kahlan could do much better than that. The Mother Confessor was lying. And apparently Denna agreed.
"I'm impressed," Denna said, "but unmoved. You don't want to be naked for my benefit, do you Kahlan? I think you should keep your dress on."
"Please!" Kahlan implored more desperately. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin if she didn't get her clothes off.
"Please? That's it? You expect a Mord'Sith to hear the word 'please', on its own merit?"
"Please take off my fucking dress, so I can feel exposed, and feel like a slave," Kahlan growled, with just the right amount of frustration to pique the Mord'Sith's interest.
Denna considered it briefly, and finally nodded. "Much better. You may undress."
"Thank you," Kahlan breathed, close to more tears already at the relief. Peeling the dress from her body, she felt freer, and removed her boots and weapons as well, then laid quickly across Denna's lap once more.
"I trust we are finished with the childish whining?" Denna asked pointedly.
Kahlan bristled, but simply placed her palms on the floor and answered in the affirmative. "Yes, Madam."
"You have a beautiful body," Denna said unaffectedly, stroking patterns across Kahlan's back with one fingertip, then rested the hairbrush on the Confessor's bottom. "This will hurt," she promised, quirking her mouth into a tiny smirk, and lifting her arm. She brought the heavy wooden implement down with such force that Kahlan let out a scream of pain.
It hurt so much that Kahlan could feel her control of her magic slipping. She couldn't find words to warn Denna so she looked at Cara.
Cara sprung into action. She leapt forward in a flash, one arm wrapping around Denna's middle to pull her back, the other giving Kahlan a solid push forward. She sprawled on her ass, Denna on top of her as soundless thunder shook the air around the Confessor.
Denna was too stunned to react, so she allowed herself to rest on top of Cara for the moment. After several beats of silence, she pushed to her feet and brushed off her pants, then glanced expectantly at Cara for an explanation.
"What?" Cara asked, one eyebrow lifted.
Denna scoffed wordlessly and used her hand to gesture between herself and Kahlan.
"You've never seen a Confessor lose control of her power?" Cara asked smugly.
Denna stepped toward Kahlan, but Cara's voice stopped her.
"Wait. She'll let you know when it's safe to touch her."
Denna waited. And when Kahlan signalled safety, she grabbed the Confessor by the hair and yanked her roughly to her feet. "You almost confessed me?"
Kahlan winced. "I didn't think that would happen until I..." She let her sentence trail off; Denna would know what she was saying.
"But you knew there was a risk, and yet... you said nothing." She marched them both forward and shoved Kahlan hard into the wall.
"Back off, Denna," Cara warned. "The situation's been handled."
"I was speaking to Kahlan," Denna replied icily, never loosening her vise-like grip on the Confessor's hair.
"And I said back off," Cara repeated, her voice gaining an edge as she quickly closed the distance between them and took her own fierce grip of Denna's long blonde locks.
Denna released Kahlan, only to turn toward Cara and throw an elbow to her gut. "Who put you in charge of this party?" she snarled. "This is my house, and I run the show around here. Ask anyone." The last part was said with a twinkle in her eye and a little smile on her lips.
Cara grunted with the force of the attack, but kept her fist coiled in Denna's hair. She spun the other woman away from her, and had her bent over the vanity, a hand up that smooth velvet dress before anyone could blink. "You may run the show down there," she said tightly, tugging Denna's underwear down, using her own weight to keep her pinned. "But when I'm in the house, you're Second in Command... little girl." Fingers poised at Denna's deliciously slick entrance, Cara slid them home with a forceful thrust.
Denna gasped, but didn't struggle. She grabbed the edges of the vanity and wrapped her fingers around them until her knuckles ached under the strain. Her eyes closed at the next forceful thrust, and she bit her lip, laying her cheek on the hard, cool wood.
"I think you understand," Cara said, adding a third finger, stretching Denna roughly as she slammed in again. "What's your position?"
Denna's body trembled, the pain and pleasure mixing to a violent degree. "Second in Command," she said hoarsely, tears brimming in her eyes when Cara forced in four fingers. It had been so long since she could let go, but still she fought it, swallowing her emotion, blinking back the tears.
"You've made yourself in charge here because the only way anyone can stand to be around you is if their life... or livelihood... hangs in the balance."
"Shut up," Denna choked, fingernails digging into the wood.
"You fuck anything with a purse because you're desperate for companionship."
"Shut up!" Denna screamed, afraid she was about to lose the battle to keep her composure. She uncurled one hand from the vanity and reached for an Agiel, but as soon as her hand closed around the hilt, Cara withdrew her fingers. The sudden emptiness crashed over her, reaching every place she'd ever hidden away, and she let out a wracking sob, pulling the Agiel from its holster and letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
"The other one," Cara barked, jerking on Denna's hair.
Denna repeated the process with her second Agiel, resting her hands on either side of her head, palms flat against the wood. "Please," she whispered, her face wet with tears.
"Please what?" Cara asked, unaffected, letting her fingers dance lightly between Denna's legs.
"Cara," Kahlan spoke up quietly from where she'd been watching, wide-eyed. Her heart ached for Denna, of course, and she thought Cara was being unnecessarily cruel.
"Not now Kahlan, I'm training my pet," Cara said smoothly, teasing one fingertip just inside.
Denna whimpered, spreading her legs. "Teach me, Mistress," she finally exhaled on a shaky breath.
"Mm," Cara sighed, pleased at Denna's quick submission. "I will."
Author: Lexus Grey
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan (this chapter also includes Denna)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, violence, and BDSM
Disclaimer: The show nor the characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing the girls for fun. No money is being made from this work, no copyright infringement is intended.
Cara's eyes sparkled as she watched Kahlan gear up to tell her about the dreams. The fact that Kahlan had to gear up meant there was likely to be dark, wonderful things revealed.
"The dream started out in a dungeon. Denna had her hair down, so it wasn't in a Mord'Sith temple... I don't know where it was."
"And where were you in this dungeon?" Cara inquired innocently.
Kahlan tried to answer telepathically, but of course that was hopeless, so she stared at her hands and murmured, "chained to a wall."
Cara smirked, impressed. "And however did Denna manage to chain the Mother Confessor?"
At that Kahlan blushed fiercely, her words coming out in an embarrassed whisper. "I was wearing a Rada'Han."
Cara waited for Kahlan to continue, but when the Confessor showed no signs of doing so, she spoke. "You're not being very forthcoming."
Kahlan kept her eyes away, but continued telling. "I allowed you to put me in the Rada'Han. I don't know why. I think... that part wasn't in the dream, but I think you had spanked me until I agreed."
Cara's eyebrows lifted, her expression becoming suspicious. "When did you dream this?"
Kahlan didn't want to answer. But she'd never lie to Cara. "Last night."
"Huh." Cara wasn't sure what to make of that, really. "Well, anyway, go on." The important thing was hearing the Mother Confessor's dirty fantasies, not analyzing their timing. "What turned you on the most?"
"It was just a dream, Cara."
"Of course. What turned you on the most, in the dream?" she indulged Kahlan for the moment.
Kahlan's flush deepened and spread to cover her neck and chest. "The spanking," she whispered.
"I thought that part wasn't in it."
"You whispered something to Denna, and she unchained me, and... put me over her knee, like you did two nights ago. You held my hand while she spanked me."
One corner of Cara's mouth twitched up in a smirk. "You want Denna to spank you?"
Kahlan whimpered, half from embarrassment and half from arousal at the suggestion. She leaned closer to Cara, still looking away. "Only if you hold my hand."
"Too bad I'm not much of a hand-holder," Cara purred back. "What else did she do?"
"She used her Agiels on me. She burnt me with candle wax, and choked me while she put her fingers inside me."
Cara was impressed. "And did you enjoy those things, Confessor?"
Kahlan wasn't embarrassed anymore. Her body had started working itself up as she recounted parts of the dream. "All of them."
"Good to know," Cara noted, filing the information away for later use. "You'd better get dressed, we're about to have company."
Eyes wide, Kahlan got into her dress faster than she ever had in her life. She had barely gotten it pulled into place when the people Cara'd heard came running over the hill to the north of their campsite.
"Oh, thank the heavens we found someone," one of the group panted upon reaching the women. "And even better - you're the Seeker's travel companions, aren't you?" he added excitedly. "Please, you have to help us."
"We don't have to do anything," Cara said sharply, hands on her Agiels. "You have ten seconds to convince me I shouldn't kill you."
"Cara!" Kahlan scolded in her 'let's save the world' voice. "Please forgive her, she's tired and has misplaced her manners," she told the young man. "Tell me, why do you need our help?"
"We come from a very small village. It's been captured by a band of thugs."
"You don't look injured. Why didn't you fight?" Cara asked, suspicious.
"We have no weapons," the man answered.
"You have fists, don't you? And feet?"
"Cara!" Kahlan scolded again, this time a little angry. She turned back to the frightened group with a comforting smile. "Of course we'll help you," she assured them. "Let us pack up and we'll follow you back to your village."
Cara rolled her eyes, but started packing up camp. At least she'd get to put her Agiels to good use.
--
There turned out to be only four thugs, and Cara and Kahlan dispatched them easily, with many thanks from the small, friendly village. They even offered to put the ladies up for the night, but Cara had her sights set on a palace they'd passed on the way there.
The place was packed, and it took Kahlan about fifteen seconds to figure out it was a high-class brothel. It took Cara less.
"Great idea, Cara," Kahlan drawled sarcastically, prepared to give the blonde a hard time, when she caught sight of the proprietor, and the air rushed from her lungs in one breath.
Cara saw what color Kahlan did have drain from her face, and followed her gaze, eyes widening, then narrowing as she approached the woman and pinned her hard into the wall. "Denna," she growled. "When did you get the power to affect dreams?"
Denna was unfazed, adopting a bored expression even with Cara's humming Agiel in her face. "Not that I don't appreciate the warm greeting," she drawled, her voice a sensual purr as it always was, "but what the hell are you talking about?"
"When did you become a Dreamwalker?"
"Ha," Denna nearly snorted, followed by a bout of more dignified laughter. "Dreamwalkers haven't been around for years, Cara, and even if they had, what would I want with dreams when I have so much control in reality?" She seemed to realize, then, what Cara was implying, and blood-red lips curled into a seductive smirk. "You had a dream about me?"
"No," Cara said simply, releasing her grip on the other woman, her gaze slowly turning to Kahlan as she lowered her Agiel. "But she did."
Denna's eyes locked on Kahlan, one sculpted eyebrow slowly lifting. "The Mother Confessor?" she asked, amusement clearly written in pale features. "Dreaming of a Mord'Sith? What would the Creator think?"
Kahlan screwed up her courage to speak to the woman in her latest fantasy. "It's Kahlan," she said with a small smile. But when she took a step closer to the other two women, Denna stepped away and pulled an Agiel from a thigh holster hidden beneath the slit of her dress.
"Don't come any closer, Confessor," she warned darkly. "I know what your touch does to Mord'Sith."
Cara stood back and watched, amused. She could say something to help ease the situation, but she wanted to see what Kahlan would do.
"That's not what I--" Kahlan stammered and turned away, her cheeks flaming red yet again as she tried to think of an appropriate way to explain.
She didn't have to.
Denna's face had been a mask of anger, but now she wore what could only be described as a sultry leer, sliding her Agiel back into its holster. "Oh," she said, eyes sparkling with wicked delight. "I see."
Cara snickered. "I don't think you see the half of it." Now that the dust had settled, and weapons were put away, she leaned closer to Denna and whispered in her ear. "Perhaps we should retire to a more private setting. I think Kahlan's about to shrink into the floor."
Denna sucked her tongue between her front teeth, considering it a moment. Finally, she nodded. "Follow me."
Kahlan was grateful for the intervention, and gladly followed along as Denna led them to a private room. When they were inside, she watched Cara lock the door, and whisper something into Denna's ear again. Whatever Cara said had the rare effect of making Denna choke on nothing, and the next smirk she received from the Madam held something like respect. "All right, enough secrets," she spoke up, and to her surprise, Denna stepped forward and slapped her face so swiftly, elegantly, forcefully, that it made her clench her thighs.
"Cara and I are having a discussion, and I do not recall asking you to speak."
Denna's voice was laced with such disapproval that Kahlan flinched. But the Mord'Sith's behavior led her to believe that her dreams were about to be acted out, after a fashion, and that thought nearly made her drop to her knees in supplication. "I'm sorry, Madam," she managed to breathe.
Denna's eyebrows shot up, her impressed gaze falling on Cara. "You trained the Mother Confessor?"
Cara's lips twitched. "I've never raised an Agiel to her. She enjoys the benefits of submission without added... incentive."
Denna was somewhat stunned, eyes going from Cara to Kahlan and back. "And she wants me to sample her services?"
"She wants you to fuck her." Cara stepped up to Kahlan, winding a hand in her hair. "Why don't you tell Denna what you want?" She enjoyed the rosy tint to Kahlan's cheeks.
Kahlan looked pleadingly at Cara. "I can't... It was hard enough to tell you."
"I'll get it out of her," Denna said eagerly, pulling her Agiel and advancing on Kahlan, only to be stopped by Cara's elbow slamming into her jaw, knocking her back a few feet.
Nostrils flared, Cara spun to face her. "Denna," she said carefully, head tilted as if she were trying to ward off a twitch. "The only pain you will give her... is pain designed to bring her pleasure."
Denna sneered, wiping the trickle of blood from the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. "What's to stop me from walking out the door if I don't like your... rules?"
Kahlan whimpered, kneeling at Denna's feet.
Cara smirked. "That."
Denna's teeth clenched, every ounce of her willpower spent to hide the jolt of arousal that shot through her at Kahlan's posturing. She holstered her Agiel, not particularly keen to be attacked by Cara again, and wound a hand in the Confessor's hair. "What do you want, Kahlan?" She spoke low and unhurried, staring into sparkling blue eyes.
Kahlan's chest heaved with each tempered breath, and she drew strength from the way Cara had just come to her rescue. Despite her embarrassment at what she wanted, she asked for it. "Spank me, please, Madam."
A split second showed the flutter of Denna's eyelashes before she schooled her features into a self-satisfied smirk. "Oh, Confessor," she purred. "With pleasure." She glanced at Cara. "I assume I'm not to use my Agiels for this?"
"You assume correctly."
Even with conditions applied, the chance to have the Mother Confessor at her mercy was too delicious to pass up. She pulled the chair from the vanity into the center of the room and sat down. "Come here," she barked at Kahlan.
"Yes, Madam Denna," Kahlan whispered, crawling to the Mord'Sith on shaking limbs.
Cara raised an eyebrow. Kahlan had never called her Madam. She wasn't exactly jealous, just... curious. And on full alert in case she needed to rein Denna in.
Denna grabbed Kahlan by the arm and dragged her across her lap none too gently, flipping the hem of her dress up over her back. "Oh, you won't be needing these," she said with a low chuckle, ripping the Confessor's undergarments in two, letting the tattered remains fall to the floor.
Kahlan gasped quietly, squirming over Denna's knee. The room was hot; her dress felt constricting. "Please," she breathed, not sure what she was asking for.
"If I want you to beg, I'll tell you," Denna said icily, dragging a sharp fingernail across Kahlan's left buttock, leaving a mildly raised welt in its wake. When she finished the descent, she lifted her hand and brought her palm down sharply, purring at the resulting smack.
Kahlan jumped, the temperature of her skin raising further. "Don't you want my dress off?" she gasped.
"Keep your mouth shut," Denna snapped, giving a sharp tug on Kahlan's hair, spanking her again, watching her pale skin turn pink under the assault.
Cara smirked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, pressing her thighs together.
Kahlan grew wetter with every smack of Denna's hand, and her noises of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure. The air around her was almost suffocating her in its heat, and sweat lined her forehead and the back of her neck. After a more severe slap, she groaned, and bit down on her lip to keep from complaining about her dress. She pressed her hips into Denna's thighs, just enough to feel pressure between her legs, but not enough to bring the action to Denna's attention.
Denna continued until the Confessor's body shook lightly with tears, then turned her head and addressed Cara. "Fetch my hairbrush."
"You seem to have me confused with one of your whores," Cara said, remaining where she was, hands crossed in front of her belt.
Denna growled. She didn't want to get up, interrupting the flow of the session. "Please fetch my hairbrush," she amended with a sickly sweet smile.
Cara snickered and turned to pick up the implement from the vanity, walked over and held it out to Denna.
Denna snatched it, entirely ungracious, and rested it on the Confessor's bottom. "Now, you may beg." She assumed Kahlan would beg her not to wield the brush. The words from the Confessor's mouth sent a wave of heat straight to her core.
"Please, allow me to remove my dress," Kahlan begged, wiping her tears, preparing for a fresh round.
Cara knew what Kahlan could take. The request didn't surprise her, but she knew it surprised Denna - a flex of her muscles and a glassy look in her eyes told Cara as much.
Denna recovered quickly, as she always did if thrown off-balance. "Why should I allow it?"
"Please, Madam, I've been good, and I want to be naked for you." Kahlan almost didn't recognize her own voice, it was so filled with need. "I wish you to see everything your touch is doing to me. Please allow me to be fully exposed, every inch of my body bared to your mercy."
Cara was proud. She resumed her position several feet away, hands folded in front of her belt, and allowed one finger to rub herself through her leathers. She had taught Kahlan to beg. Although... Kahlan could do much better than that. The Mother Confessor was lying. And apparently Denna agreed.
"I'm impressed," Denna said, "but unmoved. You don't want to be naked for my benefit, do you Kahlan? I think you should keep your dress on."
"Please!" Kahlan implored more desperately. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin if she didn't get her clothes off.
"Please? That's it? You expect a Mord'Sith to hear the word 'please', on its own merit?"
"Please take off my fucking dress, so I can feel exposed, and feel like a slave," Kahlan growled, with just the right amount of frustration to pique the Mord'Sith's interest.
Denna considered it briefly, and finally nodded. "Much better. You may undress."
"Thank you," Kahlan breathed, close to more tears already at the relief. Peeling the dress from her body, she felt freer, and removed her boots and weapons as well, then laid quickly across Denna's lap once more.
"I trust we are finished with the childish whining?" Denna asked pointedly.
Kahlan bristled, but simply placed her palms on the floor and answered in the affirmative. "Yes, Madam."
"You have a beautiful body," Denna said unaffectedly, stroking patterns across Kahlan's back with one fingertip, then rested the hairbrush on the Confessor's bottom. "This will hurt," she promised, quirking her mouth into a tiny smirk, and lifting her arm. She brought the heavy wooden implement down with such force that Kahlan let out a scream of pain.
It hurt so much that Kahlan could feel her control of her magic slipping. She couldn't find words to warn Denna so she looked at Cara.
Cara sprung into action. She leapt forward in a flash, one arm wrapping around Denna's middle to pull her back, the other giving Kahlan a solid push forward. She sprawled on her ass, Denna on top of her as soundless thunder shook the air around the Confessor.
Denna was too stunned to react, so she allowed herself to rest on top of Cara for the moment. After several beats of silence, she pushed to her feet and brushed off her pants, then glanced expectantly at Cara for an explanation.
"What?" Cara asked, one eyebrow lifted.
Denna scoffed wordlessly and used her hand to gesture between herself and Kahlan.
"You've never seen a Confessor lose control of her power?" Cara asked smugly.
Denna stepped toward Kahlan, but Cara's voice stopped her.
"Wait. She'll let you know when it's safe to touch her."
Denna waited. And when Kahlan signalled safety, she grabbed the Confessor by the hair and yanked her roughly to her feet. "You almost confessed me?"
Kahlan winced. "I didn't think that would happen until I..." She let her sentence trail off; Denna would know what she was saying.
"But you knew there was a risk, and yet... you said nothing." She marched them both forward and shoved Kahlan hard into the wall.
"Back off, Denna," Cara warned. "The situation's been handled."
"I was speaking to Kahlan," Denna replied icily, never loosening her vise-like grip on the Confessor's hair.
"And I said back off," Cara repeated, her voice gaining an edge as she quickly closed the distance between them and took her own fierce grip of Denna's long blonde locks.
Denna released Kahlan, only to turn toward Cara and throw an elbow to her gut. "Who put you in charge of this party?" she snarled. "This is my house, and I run the show around here. Ask anyone." The last part was said with a twinkle in her eye and a little smile on her lips.
Cara grunted with the force of the attack, but kept her fist coiled in Denna's hair. She spun the other woman away from her, and had her bent over the vanity, a hand up that smooth velvet dress before anyone could blink. "You may run the show down there," she said tightly, tugging Denna's underwear down, using her own weight to keep her pinned. "But when I'm in the house, you're Second in Command... little girl." Fingers poised at Denna's deliciously slick entrance, Cara slid them home with a forceful thrust.
Denna gasped, but didn't struggle. She grabbed the edges of the vanity and wrapped her fingers around them until her knuckles ached under the strain. Her eyes closed at the next forceful thrust, and she bit her lip, laying her cheek on the hard, cool wood.
"I think you understand," Cara said, adding a third finger, stretching Denna roughly as she slammed in again. "What's your position?"
Denna's body trembled, the pain and pleasure mixing to a violent degree. "Second in Command," she said hoarsely, tears brimming in her eyes when Cara forced in four fingers. It had been so long since she could let go, but still she fought it, swallowing her emotion, blinking back the tears.
"You've made yourself in charge here because the only way anyone can stand to be around you is if their life... or livelihood... hangs in the balance."
"Shut up," Denna choked, fingernails digging into the wood.
"You fuck anything with a purse because you're desperate for companionship."
"Shut up!" Denna screamed, afraid she was about to lose the battle to keep her composure. She uncurled one hand from the vanity and reached for an Agiel, but as soon as her hand closed around the hilt, Cara withdrew her fingers. The sudden emptiness crashed over her, reaching every place she'd ever hidden away, and she let out a wracking sob, pulling the Agiel from its holster and letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
"The other one," Cara barked, jerking on Denna's hair.
Denna repeated the process with her second Agiel, resting her hands on either side of her head, palms flat against the wood. "Please," she whispered, her face wet with tears.
"Please what?" Cara asked, unaffected, letting her fingers dance lightly between Denna's legs.
"Cara," Kahlan spoke up quietly from where she'd been watching, wide-eyed. Her heart ached for Denna, of course, and she thought Cara was being unnecessarily cruel.
"Not now Kahlan, I'm training my pet," Cara said smoothly, teasing one fingertip just inside.
Denna whimpered, spreading her legs. "Teach me, Mistress," she finally exhaled on a shaky breath.
"Mm," Cara sighed, pleased at Denna's quick submission. "I will."