Warning, slight nsfw
"When do I leave?" you ask. Your bare skin erupts in goosebumps against the cool sheets of Lady Dimitrescu's bed as you stretch your sore muscles.
Lady Dimitrescu, seated at her vanity in a peach robe, looks back at you through her mirror. Her face is shrouded in a thick cloud of smoke as she puffs a cigarette, although the gold of her eyes pierces through like lamps.
Naked on the gargantuan bed, you can't make out her expression. Your heart beats shallow and quickly as your anxiety builds; this isn't a situation you had planned for. Not exactly anyway. How one would plan for falling in love, you didn't know.
You hadn't meant to end up in her bed, in her arms for the better part of the hour. But it happened anyway. Lusting and loving each other felt like the most natural thing in the world, but now once the dust had settled, fear began to creep in. Not of your Mistress; of being thrown out once your service had concluded.
She seems to pick up on your nerves, because she turns around in her chair to face you. She's maintaining a stoic expression, one that offers no comfort to soothe your distress.
"Now, whyever would you do that?" She says, cocking her head to the side. A blush settles on your skin as you feel her study every inch of you. Words rush forward before you can think them over, if only to ease the scrutiny.
"I-it's just that, we.. finished? A-and maybe you expect me to go back to work... if you don't require anything else?" your voice raises an octave as you ask the question. Your cheeks are burning now as you lift yourself into a sitting position, feet several inches off the floor.
Lady Dimitrescu hums before rising. The motion paralyses you, and you force your eyes down until you're studying the carpet below you. You feel each footstep as the Lady moves towards you, a gasp escaping your lips when she finally brings her cold fingers to your chin. She pulls your face up until you lock eyes with her once more, head pushed as far back as possible.
"You think I don't want you here," she states, like an absolute fact. Your cheeks are flaming now.
"You think," she whispers hoarsely as she bends, bringing her lips to your ear. "You think that once is enough to satiate me?"
You inhale sharply, until all you can smell is her. Her words have an instant effect; heat pools deliciously at your core, and a shiver overtakes you at the feel of her lips on your ear. She licks your earlobe, tracing your skin with the tip of her tongue as she moves to the base of your neck. She flicks at the bite mark she has left there, causing another intake of breath.
She moves back to your ear, nibbling gently, although you can feel the pinpricks of her teeth. "I want you," she says simply, but just those words send you to heaven and back. She wants you here, she wants you...
You pull back, trying to convey just how much those words mean to you with your eyes alone. Quickly you take her already swollen lips in a deep kiss, running your hands through her curls in the way she lets only you do. She reciprocates fiercely, soon taking charge as she fills your mouth with her tongue. You moan into her, letting her take you in her arms until you're straddling her midsection.
You break the kiss to brush your palm against her cheek, grateful for the fondness in her eyes at the soft gesture. Her lips curl upwards as she pushes her head further into your hand. Emotion threatens to bubble over inside you, but you keep yourself in check, letting both of you enjoy the tenderness for just a moment longer.
"I'm here," you whisper, breath dusting her face. She peers at you, watching your lips.
"I'm here, so take me"