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It was May eighth, late afternoon, a little over a month after our encounter. I was on Scarlett's living room couch, she lying on top of me, her face nestled between my breasts. Her attention was entirely focused on fondling my breasts under my blouse, particularly pleased by the absence of a bra there. She was so happy, it felt like a sin to move her.
"Mine," she murmured, giving each one a little kiss.
She wore a tight-fitting long-sleeved blouse and short shorts that barely reached the beginning of her thighs. After spending more time at her apartment, I noticed it was an outfit she liked to wear when she was off work.
"I always thought you were the type who preferred asses."
"I'll leave that department to you. Do you really think I didn't notice the looks I got as soon as you saw me in shorts earlier?" I let out a giggle, owning up to what I did.
"Silly. In my defense, it's not an everyday occurrence; I only see it when I come here."
"Is my butt an event?" She looked at me with a suggestive smile.
"It's not small, nor too big... It's just delicious." I explain my point.
"Dianna McAllister, I also think your boobs are an event." She laughs, giving me a kiss.
"So, what did you say you're going to do tomorrow?"
"Luke and I were summoned to a meeting with the colonel. They didn't specify anything for us, but it's clear they're going to put us back in the battalion."
"So you're just going back to the police?" I hate my tone of voice, but I couldn't disguise it.
"I don't know." I see she's sincere. "But it's likely."
"Would you go if they called you?" I ask, and she hesitates to answer.
"Look, if we're going to continue with this, maybe it's better this way." She was right, but I still couldn't get used to the idea.
"What if some cop in full dress uniform shows up at my house, saying you took a bullet to the head?"
"The address there is my mom's house. Luke would be the one to tell you." She laughs.
"Your sense of humor is terrible." I hit her with a pillow.
"Such aggression." She takes the pillow from my hand and straddles my lap.
"Now, besides needing to hire a new secretary, I'll need two bodyguards as well." I complain, running my fingers over the snake tattoo on her thigh.
"Did Brett contact you after you fired her?" Scarlett leans on the couch armrest.
"Fortunately, no. I just want her out of my life. I've had enough losses. Alencar wants to tear my head off for taking so long to find out."
"I don't like him, too arrogant for my taste."
"He acts all sarcastic, but he's all bark, no bite."
"So, does this mean you'll need a new secretary?" Scarlett looks at me suspiciously. "That's how these romances you read about start. I'll get jealous."
"Will you?" I smile, and she leans in to kiss me, her hands returning under my blouse to squeeze my breasts.
"Can I ask you something?" I say when her mouth moves away from mine. "Do you happen to have... I mean, of course, you do, right? You're you. I wanted to know if you have... Uh, toys."
"What kind of toy?" She pretends not to understand and laughs, amused by my shyness.
"Scarlett, you're sitting on top of me. What other kind of toy could I ask for?" Her laughter echoes through the apartment, and she gets off me, heading to the bedroom. She soon returns with a leather suitcase, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"I still don't know what you like, so I brought everything, so you can choose what you want."
"My god, I expected at most a little bag with a vibrator inside." I open the suitcase, pulling out a leather handcuff from it and trying not to imagine her using the things in that suitcase on someone else. "Scarlett Kettermann, you're a sadist!"
The vibrators and plugs were stored separately, in cloth bags inside the suitcase. However, the more rough items, like leather whips, paddles, and handcuffs, were loose.
"I would have kept quiet, but you brought up the subject." She plays with a whip in her hand. It wasn't one of those I was used to seeing at bachelor parties; it was long, braided leather with a thin tip.
"You're not getting that thing anywhere near my butt." I say as she starts suggestively coiling the leather between her fingers.
"Don't worry, I would never use this one on you right away. This is the most violent whip I have." She drops the whip on the table.
"If you're into BDSM so much, why never bring it up? I want to do things you like too."
"I mentioned it vaguely on your birthday, but, to answer your question, the reason is very simple: I didn't want you to run away."
"I wouldn't. I've always been a little curious. Of course, there are things I wouldn't do, but, on the other hand, there are some I'd like to try." I nod suggestively towards the handcuffs in the suitcase.
"For me, BDSM has always been strictly confined to the bedroom. I'm not into exhibitionism or living out the fetish as part of my day. Much of it is because of the police."
"And what about you?" I feel my cheeks burning and don't understand where such shyness comes from. "I mean, we've never had a 'passive' and 'active' relationship, so I got curious."
"I'm what they call a switch, you know? I can enjoy both aspects, both as a dominatrix and as a submissive. I always go more according to the person. Whatever they like, I do."
"I was thinking... We have time today, and we planned to fuck anyway." She crosses her arms and tilts her head to the side. I find it sexy the way I could see the muscles in her arms standing out in the blouse she was wearing.
"Well, if you're sure, we can try."
"I'm sure, love."
She picks up the things, putting them back in the suitcase, and walks hand in hand with me to the bedroom. The bedding was a wine-colored set that matched the cozy décor. The room was perfectly tidy. The first thing Scarlett does is turn on the bedside lights and close the curtains.
"Well, usually I prefer to talk about this beforehand, but since you want it today, let's have some rules, okay? The first is that you'll be honest. No doing something you don't want to do. I'll be watching you the whole time, but I don't have a crystal ball." Her voice was different. Direct, imperative. "The second is that, just like you can stop whenever you want, I can too. If I feel you're not comfortable, I'll stop." She walks around the room, calmly lighting some scented candles she kept on the opposite side of the bed.
"Understood."
"And lastly, usually I would work with safety words. The basics: red, yellow, and green. But you're not someone who's used to it, so you might panic and forget, which is completely normal. BDSM is about fetish, but it's also about having fun and getting off. What's good for me may not be good for you. So if you say to stop, I will."
"Will it hurt?" I make a joke to break the ice. I was nervous, and Scarlett knew it.
"Only if you want it to." She nods to the suitcase left near the bed. "Come here." She reaches out and pulls me into a hug.
She kisses my forehead and brushes my hair back behind my ear. Her fingers reach my waist, and soon the blouse is pulled up. She bends down, running her fingers down my stomach, and pulls down my shorts. She guides me to the middle of the room, in the space between the bed and the dresser.
"Kneel, sit on your heels." Maybe it was symbolic, but kneeling on the floor wasn't something I expected to do right away. I'm so used to bossing people around that the fact that she asked for something so imposing right away surprised me. I obey, and she holds my chin with a bit more force than I expected, making me look at her. "Posture, Dianna. Straighten your back, hands behind your body, knees together. It's not supposed to be comfortable." Scarlett was tall, and in that position, my face barely reached the height of her belly.
Something there is so different, it makes me feel butterflies in my stomach and my pride squirm to obey. I was going against my nature, and, worst of all, I was enjoying it. She holds my chin again and only lets go when she's satisfied. Turning her back, she puts on a playlist to play softly and starts arranging the things that were inside the suitcase, on a piece of furniture in front of the bed, all in the utmost calmness.
I observe the meticulous way she begins to organize the items. She was focused, almost as if she were meditating, and so calm that I start to think my rapidly beating heart is exaggerated. There were sex toys there that I had never seen. Others were simpler, like the womanizer and small vibrators.
The music playing was slow and sexy, making everything so comfortable. If it weren't for the anticipation and nervousness pulsating within me, I would say it was even relaxing to be there. Scarlett ties her hair into a high bun on top of her head as she finishes organizing everything. She walks to the headboard of the bed, pulling up a small part of the wood and revealing a hook there. My knees begin to strain against the wooden floor, and my spine protests the upright position.
"These here are hooks for bondage. They're very discreet, but very secure. You can pull as much as you want; they can take it." She passes a chain through the hook and attaches it. She gives two strong pulls on the chain, and that simple gesture excites me, I couldn't say why. "Works great for shibari, but I prefer handcuffs." I'm shy, and I hate to admit it. It seemed so natural to her, and as much as I was very interested, I was afraid of doing something wrong.
She picks up the same handcuffs I had seen before, the material was very thick and dark leather. Just as I feel my face heating up, I feel my uterus contracting in approval.
"Raise your wrists for me." The tone of voice she used was the same as always, and maybe that's what was driving me crazy, the way she didn't even have to try to boss me around. Nobody bosses me around, or rather, nobody did. Because here I am, on my knees. "These are handcuffs, for restraining movement. Practices with them are called bondage. They shouldn't be too tight or too loose. And, as you can see, they're completely different from the ones police officers use. They're very thick, almost 6 cm wide on your wrist. This is so when you pull, it won't cause any nerve damage in this area." She fastens the handcuffs, and I notice that they are heavier than I imagined, however, they were comfortable.
"Table ready, bed ready. Your turn." She grabs my chin, and I understand it as a sign to stand up. Her hand touches my throat in a caress. "I can't wait to put a leash here and just pull you by it." Her hand moves down my belly and continues its way down, masturbating me.
"Scarlett..."
"Did I say you could speak?" Her tone is reprimanding and shuts me up immediately. In contrast to her voice, the touch of her fingers on me is delicate, playing only with their tips, not entering me actually. "I haven't even touched properly, and you're already like this." She plays with my clitoris before backing away. I feel her put a small tulip-shaped vibrator inside my panties. The vibration was light but impossible to ignore.
She lays me on the bed, getting on top of me, and lifts the handcuffs, locking them onto the hooks. My heart was racing, and the sound of the hook actually being locked seems to turn a key in my head. It's as if that small sound tightens my uterus in a little spasm, caused by arousal. I look at Scarlett adoringly, so perfect. It's like not thinking, the brain stops questioning, just going on autopilot, doing what she commands.
My muscles contract as her tongue moves in light strokes over my neck, sucking my skin and leaving her mark there. It was torturous not being able to move, it seemed to intensify the stimuli too much. The small vibrator was gradually becoming harder to ignore, the constant vibration in the same place made me desperate for any kind of contact, anything stronger. I needed more. It was involuntary not to squirm, I felt the tightness of the handcuffs as my body craved more pleasure.
She slides her fingers on my neck, stopping there. She sits right on top of where the vibrator was positioned, and her weight makes it press even more against my clitoris. I hold back a moan. She moves her hands up the side of my belly, going to my breasts. She looked at me hungrily. It felt good, but I really needed her to touch me.
"Scarlett, please..." I involuntarily pull at the handcuffs, desperate for anything more.
"Do I need to gag you to shut you up? I'm in charge here, it's all when I want and how I want." She spreads her hand over my stomach, forcing her body down and pressing her hips against mine. I love the sensation.
She lowers herself, placing her mouth on me leisurely. I feel her hand between my legs, rubbing the toy. It elicits a moan, and in response, I receive a strong bite. She returns with the toy in a not-so-gentle manner, and I feel everything heating up. My leg starts to tremble, concentrating on not making any noise as she had asked. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
Suddenly, she stops and has the audacity to find my discontent amusing.
"Do you really think I'm going to make it easy for you?" She backs away, kneeling on the bed and pulling down my panties.
Scarlett stands up, grabs something I can't see, and sits back on the bed. This time, she positions herself between my legs. I feel her fingers playing with my labia. It feels good, and I allow myself to close my eyes, tilting my head back.
But then I feel a little tug and pressure. She clips my labia minora to my labia majora with a clamp on each side, and I feel exposed. The pressure almost causes pain. Her mouth travels all the way from my perineum to my clitoris.
I was so sensitive that, within minutes, I found myself rubbing forcefully against Scarlett's mouth, but she knows me too well. She knows it wouldn't take long for me to have an orgasm that way, so she moves her mouth up my belly. I clench my jaw, frustrated. She could make me come if she wanted to; she just wasn't interested.
Scarlett takes my breast into her mouth while one of her hands strokes the inside of my thigh, playing with the excess of excitement there. Then she picks up a vibrator and sits back between my legs, spreading them so I can't close them and she can do her dirty work.
It was simple, as she had done many times before, but I was so sensitive that something so simple weighed down my breathing. She builds up the orgasm countless times only to destroy it at the edge. I was physically exhausted, sweaty, my arm burned from the position, and my arousal was starting to turn into anger. From Scarlett's cynical smile, she was fully aware of this.
"Scarlett..." I try to close my legs, but it's completely useless. The moment I open my mouth, I regret it. She simply turns off the vibrator. "I can't believe it." My head falls back onto the mattress in frustration. "This is cruel."
"It's been a while since I imagined you like this, you know? Begging. So perfect, so obedient." She turns the vibrator back on but lowers the intensity. I can only moan in response. "You want me to let you come, don't you?"
"Please, love." She kisses my mouth. There was a mischievous smile, and I saw there that something awaited me.
With just her fingers, she makes me come. She buries her head in the curve of my neck, biting there, and then increases her efforts against my clitoris. The second orgasm comes more violently than the first. My moans become increasingly difficult to control. She kisses the entire length of my collarbone to my shoulders, moving up my arms. Then, she returns to lick my belly and grips my waist tightly, leaving little kisses there, until she finally reaches where she wanted so much. She sucks me, and I pull at the handcuffs, feeling the pressure grow in my hips. It's so good, so wet and warm to have her mouth there. The next orgasm comes. I moan without any restraint, completely lost in the intoxicating pleasure of her tongue sliding inside me.
She lifts her face and pinches my clitoris between her fingers. With her other hand, I feel her touch there, and it hurts because I'm very sensitive. I look at Scarlett's face, her pleasure-darkened eyes and her mouth all covered in me. The sight makes me contract with arousal, and that's the cue for her to touch me harder, eliciting a painful moan from me.
Now I understand that this was where she wanted to get me: to leave me sensitive, vulnerable, where everything hurts, and she takes pleasure in it.
A shiver runs down my spine when I realize there's nowhere to run; I'm her little toy and can only stay there and endure whatever she wants. The truth is, I find pleasure in being used.
She inserts two fingers into me, like a demon dragging someone to hell. Her body over mine, kissing me, fucking me hard. I like the way she gasps in my ear and the way my moans mix with the sound of her entering and exiting. I come again, feeling my leg tremble and my arms grow heavy.
She picks up the vibrator again, sliding it in effortlessly. What makes it hurt is the lack of interval; it's one after the other. Too much for my body to process, so I whimper in agony and pull my whole body up, wanting to escape her touch. In return, I receive a slap from her heavy hand on my thigh.
She moves her hand up, reaching my neck. It's a different grip; I can still breathe, but the pressure on my head becomes intense as she tightens her grip. I roll my eyes in pleasure at the mixture of sensations. It's too much.
"Come again, go ahead. Isn't that what you wanted? One more, I want to watch." Her face was close to mine, her hand on my neck forcing me to look at her. It feels so good.
I think that woman managed to turn my brain's chemistry upside down because this simple phrase makes me believe that my body should spontaneously combust right there, and I would still feel pleasure. I want her.
I come looking into her eyes and surrendering every inch of my body for her to play with. My leg trembles violently, and I feel all my pleasure draining out of my body. She smiles satisfied, bites my chin, and gets off me. With her absence, I manage to close my legs, relaxing my muscles and surprising myself with how wet I was.
She picks up a small magic wand and twirls it between her fingers. She had a sadistic smile, as if she was going to make me suffer and, at the same time, make me beg for more. She sits in front of me, massaging my leg and my arms. She removes the clips and returns to the place she was before.
"Give me a number from 10 to 50." I blink incredulously. It can't be.
"This is all impossible."
"Want to find out?" She looks at me. In the darkness of the room, her beauty seemed almost mystical. I always knew creatures from hell were the most beautiful. She was too beautiful.
"It's not like I'm going to run away, is it?" I shake the handcuffs symbolically.
"You must have lost your sense of danger speaking like that." She turns around, unzipping the suitcase. She takes out from there some ropes and a flat scissors. "Your luck is that you're a newbie."
"I thought you preferred handcuffs." She looks at me, and I don't have time to process the next second when the heavy rope crashes against the side of my thigh, like a whip. I flinch with the pain. Ah, okay, never question a bisexual about her preferences. She was about to strike again, but this time, I have time to think. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I stopped."
She sits between my legs, tying a quick knot around my ankle. Then, she bends my knee tightly, my thigh pressed against my calf in another knot. Then, with a new rope, she repeats on the other side. The feeling was good; the rope's tightness was somehow relaxing. It was tight, but it didn't cut off my blood circulation.
She finishes tying the knots and settles in front of me. She kisses my belly and the inside of my thighs. Then, she turns on the vibrator on me, and I realize I'm still too sensitive. It draws a sigh from me, and I relax into her mouth.
It doesn't take long, and I notice my heavy breathing. I start to suffer in anticipation. I wanted her fucking me again, but it wasn't up to me to decide.
She plays with the vibrator, inserting it inside, and I moan her name, like a desperate plea for any kind of relief. The first orgasm was beautiful; by the fourth, I was feeling more pain than pleasure. Scarlett was enjoying herself, and I was a complete mess. I just knew how to moan; I couldn't move, and it seemed to intensify everything. My body exhausted, every muscle in my stomach hurt, and she watched with pleasure. Her gaze drank in my image as if I were a masterpiece.
"I can't take it anymore. It's hurting too much, Scarlett," I writhe, trying to escape her touch.
"Yes, you can, just one more," she enjoys my desperation. "You can still complain, so you're fine," she forces my canal and slides the vibrator to a more sensitive spot, and I break into an orgasm, which I've lost count of. My leg trembles violently, and I feel my entire canal contracting.
She doesn't wait for my body to relax, returning the toy to my clitoris. Fucking hell, it hurts. I force the handcuffs and try to close my legs, desperate to be free of her touch. Everything is too intense, the pressure is too strong to think of anything else.
My fingers crush, causing me to pull my wrist, which only tightens the leather on my skin. A heavy slap comes to my thigh, and her grip intensifies. I feel like crying from the overload of emotions.
I feel a strong wave of pleasure and dissolve into an orgasm that felt like it took my soul to hell before touching the sky.
Scarlett only turns off the vibrator when I calm down. I feel my insides pulsating, and my leg trembles when she finally releases me. Scarlett sits beside me.
She strokes my face, then her hand moves down my throat. She releases the handcuffs from the chain that were hooked to the bed hooks. My arms fall heavily, and the sensation of my muscles relaxing as I let myself be carried away by the remnants of the orgasm is too delicious.
"As much as I'm dying of arousal seeing the deplorable state you're in with all that smudged mascara, I need to ask: do you want to continue?" Her tone of voice was full of affection.
"I do," my voice comes out whiny. Everything I felt was so new, so hot and profane, that my curiosity spoke much more than my fatigue.
"Get on all fours," I obey. She pulls both my wrists, attaching the handcuff leashes to each of my ankles. This causes my face to touch the mattress and my ass to stick up even more. "Good girl. So obedient. Obedience suits you very well," she holds each side of my butt, massaging. The following slap catches me off guard, echoing in the silent room. The second slap comes. "I've barely started, and you're already so red. It's beautiful; I can perfectly see my 5 fingers outlined."
I hear her rummaging on the table, and then I feel leather straps running up my thighs. The first blow lands sharply on my thigh, but I stay still as she had ordered. The next blow isn't so gentle, and a moan that I barely recognize escapes me. A different snap directly on my butt, and my body tries to stretch, fleeing from the pain.
I inhale sharply through my nose, increasing the gusts of air and, consequently, the oxygen entering my brain. I feel my skin heating up. My face was sweaty, making my hair stick. Scarlett appears in my field of vision, still holding the whip in her hand, so naturally that it seemed to be an extension of her arm. She throws all my hair back. I don't have the strength to lift my body in that position, and that seems to excite her, the way she looks at me as if she's proud of the mess I've become, says it all.
"I bought something for you... Actually, more for me, because I'm going to watch you using it." A green plug to match your hair," Dianna looks at me in surprise, her eyes fixed on the small silicone object I was holding. "Don't make that face, there's not a hole of yours that I don't intend to fuck." She plays with her fingers on my lips, like a promise that she would return to them later.
She gets up, and I feel a strong slap on my butt before she moves away. The next thing I hear is a package being opened. I want to stretch my body, which was sore after coming so much.
"Have you done this before, love?" She massages my butt gently, still sensitive from the spanking, and I'm grateful for her delicate touch there.
"Yes."
"Interesting." I feel her dripping a generous amount of lubricant and her fingers massaging the area. "Show me then." She slides as I relax and plays with her fingers there, then slides the plug in. It was much larger than what I had used before, and the size took me by surprise.
Not being able to see her next move increased my anticipation. I was tired. Then, I feel a warm liquid dripping down my back, then on my butt and down my legs.
"You know, if you were a little more masochistic, I would remove this entire wax with a whip. It would be beautiful to hear you crying in pain. Don't worry. For today, you get away with it."
"I want to try." I didn't know how much pain she referred to, but I trust Scarlett; I know she would never hurt me for real.
She spreads her hand over my butt, her finger playing with the plug and that excites me. I feel her rubbing the leather straps of the flogger between my legs, slowly moving up and touching the plug. The blow comes first on the side of my butt, strong and accurate. It hurts. I inhale deeply, hiding my head in the mattress, waiting for the next one.
I get three in a row in the same area, and this time, it's impossible not to try to dodge, but I don't get far because she holds me by the hair. I whimper in pain with the next blow, too close to my pussy.
She twists her wrist, making the grip on my hair intensify, and I feel a chill in my stomach that spreads through my hips and reminds me why I'm so wet. She plays with the whip on my clit and lingers there, waiting for my body to relax. When she pulls away the whip, its return to my skin is powerful and burns to the soul.
I let out a small scream of pain and feel her tongue on my back. The hand that held the whip plays with the plug, fucking me there and making me forget the pain, focused on Scarlett's mouth on me.
"Don't stop, please." My voice comes out half high-pitched and desperate.
I was panting and felt sweat pouring out of every pore of my sore body. Scarlett listens to me and continues making circular movements with the plug. Her heavy breathing mixes with mine. Her strength in holding me excited me, and she had this power to make everything so enjoyable.
She lets go of the whip and takes my entire butt in her hand, giving a heavy slap there. Then, she returns with one of the vibrators inside me, this time turned off, and I'm grateful. At this point, my clit was already very sensitive. She fucks me mercilessly, pulling my hair towards her and biting my shoulder.
I moan her name and another string of incoherent words as my whole body gives in to that intensity so great and so many different stimuli. Her heavy breathing in my ear shows that she feels as much pleasure as I do.
Scarlett lets go of me, and my body falls heavily on the mattress, completely exhausted and sore. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt; my whole body was sweating, and I could feel my muscles contracting in small spasms. However, I feel complete relaxation. I didn't think about anything at all; my mind was as calm as a blank canvas. Having been stuck for so long and then being able to stretch my body was therapeutic and enjoyable, like having a heavy blanket on top of me. Better than any orgasm.
First, she releases my legs, then takes my wrists out of the handcuffs and massages the area. She kisses each of them, then goes to the bathroom and comes back holding a box of tissues. She cleans all the remaining candle wax from my body and the area between my legs. I hear her open a jar and apply some cream on my butt and thighs.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice was low. I felt that all that atmosphere deserved silence.
"What you're feeling, this euphoria, this calmness, is a big release of endorphin hormones in your body. It's amazing, isn't it? Subspace is a way to name the mental place you're in. I have to take care of you because if I don't, you can have what we call in the BDSM community, subdrop, which is when these happiness hormones, which are already very high, drop very quickly. You can feel very bad and guilty, anguished. So, this..." She kisses my forehead. "Is so that your body returns to normal in its own time."
She opens the bathroom door and grabs a pajama and a towel. I reluctantly get up and take a long shower. When I return, the room is clean, and there's no sign of the mess we made.
"Drink. Believe me, you'll thank me later." She hands me a water bottle, and I drink.
Scarlett throws the blanket over me and pulls me into a hug. I feel my body weigh on hers. I was sore and physically exhausted. Moving felt like too much effort, and Scarlett seemed to understand that. She just moves my hair away and stays there with her hand going up and down my back in the dark of the room.
***
I WAKE UP TO SOME MOVEMENT in the room. I reach for my phone and see that it's seven in the morning. Scarlett is taking off her running shoes near the bed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," she whispers and gives me a peck on the lips.
"It's okay, I need to work soon anyway." I pull the blanket closer, snuggling into the bed and feeling my body still heavy with sleep.
"How are you feeling? After last night, you passed out from sleep, and even though I didn't try to rip your soul out, I wasn't exactly gentle either. I've got some painkillers set aside, and I have some ointments in case you need them."
"I'm very curious to know what else can come out of that wicked mind of yours. But, jokes aside, I'm fine. Maybe I won't walk for about three days, but I'm fine." I stretch. "Do you wake up early like this to run?"
"No, I wake up at 5:20, and I just got back. You're the one who sleeps like a rock. I turned on the bedroom light three times, and you didn't even flinch." She smiles, starting to take off her jacket and blouse.
"You wake up at 5:20 every day? To run?! Of your own free will?! That's the most psychopathic thing I've ever heard."
"Usually, I go out to train with Luke, but apparently, Michelle stayed over last night. I didn't want to disturb them; the whole month has been a bit tense between them, and they need to sort things out." She takes off the sweaty top and shorts and throws them in the laundry basket. At this point, it's almost impossible to keep my attention on Scarlett's face.
"How do you know she stayed over?" I ask, turning in bed to watch her walk around the room in just her panties.
"The three of us have locators on our phones and cars, just for safety. It's quite practical." She takes a clean towel from the closet and walks to the bathroom.
"Wow, it would be very interesting if it weren't tragic, having someone wanting to kill you." I stretch again, wanting to go back to sleep with the few minutes I had left.
Scarlett was organized. I admit it suited her personality. I look around. The room was beautiful, the walls were greenish, there was a mirror in one corner, and there were even some plants near the window. I doze off again and only wake up to the sound of the door opening.
Scarlett is wearing clean underwear and a gym top. I stretch once more in bed, feeling something dripping between my legs.
"I can't believe it." I lift the blanket a bit to look and feel like crawling out of the window in embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" She asks as she rummages through the drawer.
"I just stained your bed with blood."
"Ah, so that's where all that arousal came from. You were just on your period." She chuckles and goes back to drying her hair with the towel, as if I hadn't made a mess in her bed.
"Oh my god, Scarlett, I'm sorry! I really had no idea I would come today. Oh, how embarrassing, I stained your bed."
"Relax, it happens to me all the time." She approaches me. "No need to be embarrassed." She kisses my forehead and runs her hand through my hair. "Go take a shower; I'll tidy up around here."
"There's no way I can make it to the living room to get my bag. Do you mind grabbing my cup from there for me?"
"And do you want help putting it in?" She has a mischievous smile on her lips.
"You're incorrigible." I roll my eyes, but her laughter makes me laugh too.
I get up, trying not to make more mess, and hating the goo that had formed at the beginning of my thigh. I take a long shower. I grab my menstrual cup that Scarlett kindly brought for me. I leave the bathroom in my underwear, still wrapped in the towel. The bed is already completely empty, and the blankets are folded on a chair.
"Next time, I'll put a towel underneath. But, I swear, you can make me change the sheets whenever you want." She winks at me, tossing one end of the fabric, and I help, placing it on one side of the bed while she does the other.
"You're funny." I lie down on the mattress. "Are you sure you don't want me to buy you a new sheet?"
"Dianna, for God's sake, it was just a little bloodstain. I have a washing machine." She lies on top of me.
"Oh my God, Scarlett, remember that you're almost twice my size. You're crushing me."
"I don't care, I'm within my rights, you do this to me all the time. Are you having cramps?"
"Just a bit."
"And can I do something to help? A massage, a tea..."
"I feel like I created a monster when I agreed to play with you yesterday."
"Maybe." She gets off me and blows me a kiss.
I go to the kitchen. It's a pain to cook for Scarlett because she complains about anything that's not part of her diet. She literally weighs her food to eat, so I make coffee just for myself and go back to the room holding a cup.
I find Scarlett partially dressed, with a towel wrapped around her head and doing her own makeup. There's a black blouse separated on a hanger on the bed, and the whole room smells like her perfume. After I finish my coffee and put on a formal outfit for work, I wait for her to finish getting ready.
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"DELIVERED. MICHELLE is already upstairs; she'll be the one accompanying you at the company today. I asked for the whole day off because I didn't know if it would take long or not. But as soon as I finish there, I'll show up at the company." She parks in the mansion's garage.
"Let me know when you get there." I say when I'm already out of the car.
"You got it." She gives me a quick kiss on the mouth before leaving.
I go up the stairs and hear Katie's laughter as soon as I step inside the house. She had been discharged, and with that, she and her mother had come to an agreement that it was time for my aunt to return to Paris.
Michelle was with her. Scarlett told me that, because of Michelle's pregnancy, Lucas broke up with Jake. After what happened, things were awkward between them for a while, but slowly returned to normal.
"What's so funny?"
"I was convincing Michelle to tell me her point of view about your little romance with Scarlett."
"We're not dating." Yet, I add mentally.
"Tell that to the security cameras in the garage." Katie shakes Michelle's tablet, smiling.
"Did you give her that?"
"She asked so excitedly that I couldn't say no." Michelle smiles too.
I have breakfast with Katie and we stay in my office while I sort out some things before going to work.
Then, Michelle's phone rings. She gets up, answering it in another room. When she returns, her posture had changed. She looks out the window, searching for something on the security cameras.
"Listen to me: you're not going to panic, and you're going to do exactly what I tell you. Grab your things, documents, passport, phone, just the essentials, and we're going up to the helipad of the house. Luke will be there, waiting with a helicopter."
"What's going on?" Katie asks, alarmed.
"We don't have time. When you two are safe, we'll talk." Her voice is calm but very serious.
"Wait. Luke? Where's Scarlett, what happened to her? They were supposed to be together." I say as she follows me to the bedrooms. I see her lock all the doors of the mansion through the tablet.
"She didn't show up for the commander's meeting. We don't know where she is. All we have is a message from her, telling you to hide, and that's what we're doing."