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Watching Andrea successfully deliver on Miranda's impossible task — the unpublished Harry Potter manuscript — was Emily's last drop. Her whole being was filled with an uncomfortable mixture of anger, resentment, jealousy, surprise, arousal — that one snuck in without permission — and unbrittle anger.
She needed to do something, for her life was slipping through her fingers as an imposter clad in somewhat decent clothes stole it all from her.
At the end of the day, as Andrea seemed to start getting ready to go home, Emily spoke up:
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Deceiving little sentence, hiding away its true purpose. Andy perked up, albeit a bit confused.
"Probably just gonna pack my things. Nate and I sorta…" Emily rolled her eyes at the mention, "broke up. Why?" Emily snapped her head up.
"You finally got rid of that nuisance? I didn't think you had it in you." Andy shifted her weight uncomfortably.
"It wasn't… easy, and I guess he was the one that ended things. Didn't like who I was becoming or whatever." Emily squinted her eyes, she thought the boy's line of thinking was ridiculous, but, to be fair, Emily also didn't like who Andy was becoming, for entirely different reasons.
"Huh. He's an even bigger idiot than I thought." Andrea chuckled.
"Did you just compliment me?" Emily widened her eyes and scoffed.
"If in order to insult a man I indirectly complimented you, so be it. But don't fool yourself, it wasn't my intention." Andy simply smiled at the woman.
After a moment, she shook out of her daze.
"Anyway, why did you ask? Does Miranda-?"
"No. You're coming with me." She gathered her purse and stood up, while Andrea looked like a confused puppy.
"Coming where?"
"Home. Your spreadsheets are utter chaos and I decided to show you how to do them properly, lest you ruin something." Andy frowned, she thought her spreadsheets were fine, cute even. She tried to follow Emily's templates, only adding a bit of color to the grayscale. Nonetheless, she followed Emily, her gaze remaining in the strutting body in front of her. Emily had a curious kind of strut, Andrea couldn't pinpoint exactly what she did, but it was decidedly an Emily strut. She wondered how one could give personality to walking.
Emily's apartment wasn't gigantic as Andrea once imagined, but it was of a decent size for one person. It had a tiny kitchen — fitting, Andy thought —, a four-person dining table and a couch opposite a TV. She didn't see the bedroom, Emily didn't give her a tour, but she assumed it was at the end of the corridor.
"Okay, to your hideous spreadsheets." Emily announced, opening the recently-released Apple MacBook Pro — of course she had it, and Andy rolled her eyes internally.
Emily didn't sit, didn't pull up a chair for Andy. Instead, she simply stood in front of the device, and Andy did the same.
"I honestly don't know how you think this is acceptable." Emily said, leaning away from the screen while Andy got closer to inspect the file. She squinted, trying to find whatever inadequacy Emily saw.
"I don't... what's wrong with it?" She asked, and Emily rolled her eyes.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." Emily then put her left arm on the table for support and snaked her right one around Andrea, so she could reach the mouse. Their bodies were flushed together and Andy took in a sharp breath. Emily smiled internally. "There. How am I, or Miranda, for that matter, going to understand what these letters mean?" Andrea gulped and leaned toward the screen again.
"Oh, uhm, OLR 4-15 12-05, that means Oscar de la Renta, pick up the new collection at 4:15 on the 12th of May." Andy smiled and turned to face Emily, her expression falling with the firm gaze of the redhead. She gulped and tried to take a step back, but was prevented by the table. Emily took a step closer, their noses almost touching, her arms still trapping Andrea from both sides.
"Then why is it colored with bloody pink?" Emily spat out the word. "Didn't you get a good spanking," Andy's breath hitched at the word, "from Miranda about how he's associated with cerulean?!" Andrea's eyes flicked away from Emily, but she had caught it. Emily was a master at reading people as they got aroused, and she saw Andy's dilated pupil. Andy opened her mouth to say something, but Emily cut her by getting even closer together, her leg slotting in the middle of Andrea's, whose breath caught in her throat and a deep blush graced her cheeks. Emily wanted to smirk, wanted to make fun of Andrea, but she knew she had to play this carefully and decisively. She instead pressed her thigh against Andrea's body and watched as the brunette struggled to not make any noise. "Andrea." The tone was cold and calm, achingly similar to Miranda's.
"Y-yeah?"
"Get on your knees." Andy's eyes widened, and she blinked a few times, making Emily wonder if she had fucked it up, had misplayed her cards.
"What?" Andy breathed out and Emily refused to accept it, so she grabbed the long necklace Andrea was wearing, turned around and pulled it as she made her way to the leather couch. Andy, still in her stupor, had no choice but to follow her. Emily sat down, forcing Andy to bend her body forward, which prompted Emily to pull her even closer, lips grazing her earlobe. "I said, get on your knees." The hiss, said through gritted teeth, went right to Andy's core. She shifted her legs unconsciously, looking for any kind of friction. Emily had rested her back on the back of the couch, but upon Andy's lack of action, she began leaning forward again. At that, Andrea's brain seemed to finally have processed the command, and she dropped to her knees on the expensive rug with a thud.
Andrea's gaze didn't leave Emily's, her eyes round like a deer and her iris dark with lust. Emily couldn't help but bite her lips at the sight, finally this pathetically gorgeous disaster was at her feet, was where she belonged. Andy rubbed her thighs together.
Emily angled towards Andrea once more, sitting at the tip of the couch.
"Spread your legs. This is about my pleasure, not yours." Andrea whined but complied immediately, never breaking the eye contact. Emily ran her fingers along the woman's body, going past her skirt. Every few seconds she'd flick her gaze up to see Andy's reaction. She didn't want to break the spell she seemed to have cast by asking if it was okay to keep going, but she also didn't want to cross any lines, this wasn't her plan here. Quite the opposite actually, she wanted Andrea completely enchanted with lust and need, wanted Andrea begging for her touch. It was apparently much easier than she anticipated.
Emily, upon seeing there was no discomfort emanating from the woman, slowly pulled the skirt of her dress up, until it pooled around Andy's waist. She then brought her hand back down, her fists entangling on the fabric of Andy's lace underwear. She could tell it wasn't from some fancy brand, so she simply tore it up.
The sound made Andy look down, an expression of shock plastered on her features, her jaw hanging open as the fabric hit the floor. Emily quickly traced Andrea's jaw with her nails, bringing her gaze back to her own and enchanting Andy all over again.
"You won't be needing that." Emily cupped Andrea's chin, then put her thumb inside her mouth. Andy visibly melted further, and she tried to close her mouth around the digit, but Emily raised an eyebrow. "Nuh-uh." Andy reopened her mouth in a millisecond and Emily continued exploring the warmth and wetness of Andy's tongue, the sharpness of her teeth. "So fine and dandy, aren't we?" Andy let out a small whine that was like music to Emily's ears. Andrea's brain was becoming mush by the second, her core pulsating with need; all she wanted was for Emily to keep going, keep telling her what to do.
Emily, then, thumb still inside Andy's mouth, grabbed her chin and pulled her closer, setting her in between her legs, face inches away from her center. She finally released Andy's jaw and leaned back on the couch.
"Take it off." Andy visibly gulped, but began raising her arms, which prompted another scolding. "Noo." Andy flicked her gaze up, confusion evident, eyes even rounder. "Hands behind your back. Use your mouth." A strangled and high-pitched sound left Andy's throat, and Emily had to fight a moan of her own.
Andrea straightened her body and clasped her hands behind her back before bringing her face back towards Emily's underwear. Suddenly, she became aware of how sweetly Emily smelled, and she tried to suppress a moan that made her whole body vibrate. Emily felt the trembling, heard the sound, and fought for her eyes to not roll to the back oh her head. God, she was not supposed to be this aroused, this was supposed to be a humiliation ritual for Andy, so they both could be on the same level again, Emily wasn't supposed to be enjoying it this much.
She instinctively bucked her hips in the air, and Andy got the hint to hurry the fuck up. She finally managed to grab the fabric between her teeth, pulling on one side then the other until it was on the floor. Andy was slightly aware of how pathetic she probably looked, panting slightly even though they had barely touched each other. By now she obviously knew what was about to happen, but her brain was so dazed she simply waited for the next command. God, she wanted Emily to say it.
"C'mon, pet, get to work." The redhead finally said, amusement evident in her voice, which only grew with the shudder Andy's body displayed at the term.
Andy then noticed Emily's state: she was so wet a tiny puddle had begun to appear on the leather surface, Andy almost short-circuiting with the information.
When her tongue finally made contact with Emily's folds, it was almost impossible to tell which of them had let out the impossibly lewd sound. Emily arched her back immediately, and Andy focused on her actions. She may not have done this before, but she knew what she liked, or what had wanted Nate to do, and she was determined to make Emily see stars.
When Emily's breathing finally evened and her body began getting used to the ministrations, she cleared her throat:
"Do not stop until I tell you to. Got it?" Andy nodded, not stopping for a second.
Andrea had abandoned the order to keep her hands away about 10 minutes ago, when Emily had decided to move her leg under Andy and touch her with those incredible Louboutin heels, which shook Andrea's brain so violently she had to still herself.
"Grind on them." Came Emily's steel voice, and Andy's tired thighs trembled as she lowered herself. She didn't want to think about how utterly unsanitary this was, but truth be told, the fact she didn't care made her even more desperate.
Emily's eyes were so dark as she watched Andy not only obey her, but do it eagerly, her whole body tingled. She didn't care that Andy had disobeyed her, because she was scratching and pulling her legs apart with such intensity that Emily could only revel at Andrea's eagerness and effort.
"God," Emily exhaled, "you like being on your knees, don't you?" Andy simply applied more pressure on Emily's bundle of nerves to stifle a moan. "You like being my pet." Emily felt more than heard the whimper reverberating from Andrea; she smirked and moved the tip of her shoes against Andy's dripping folds. "Maybe I ought to change your job description." There was a millisecond pause on Andy's movement that told Emily she didn't know what she meant. A wicked sense of satisfaction flooded her body as she continued: "Maybe I ought to keep you as my pet, kneeled down under my desk at all times, my perfect little stress-relieve toy." Emily's shoe pressed harder against Andrea, and the woman dug her nails on Emily's extremely pale thighs as her body trembled more intensely than ever, a string of high-pitched sounds mingling together. Emily's jaw slackened at the sight and realization. "Did you just come?" She asked in incredulity, and Andy's slowed down pace and heavy panting gave her the answer. Andy refused to meet her eyes. "Look at me." Andy begrudginly did so, her eyes filled with nervousness. "I asked you a question. Did you or did you not just come?" Andy's lip trembled.
"I- I did." Emily had to contain her elation at the words. Maybe she had gotten this all wrong from the beginning. Her plan was to get Andrea to do things she would never do, and to see her embarrassment take over her every time she saw Emily, who, naturally, would've been unbothered, unaffected. Not for a second did she consider that maybe sweet, shy, badly-dressed Andrea would be into it. Into it in a way she had very rarely seen. And that she would like it. Most of her hook-ups did it because Emily was just too hot and denying her would only leave them with blue-balls — metaphorical or not. Most of her hook-ups also had nothing to do with her job or career or daily life, she rarely had an ulterior motive to engage in kink besides her own pleasure. But now she saw the possibility of this not being just a one-night stand. Maybe she could get Andrea to kneel for her on a daily basis — or, at least, weekly basis.
Emily took a deep breath to not show any of her thoughts.
"I didn't say you could. I specifically said you could not." Andrea only breathed, her eyes wide as ever, eyebrows drawn together slightly. "What are we to do about that?" Emily raised an eyebrow before getting up and vanishing inside the apartment.
When she came back, Andy whipped her head forward, avoiding Emily's sight. She could hear sounds behind her that told her the redhead had brought things, and she had to take a breath before her brain freaked out with the possibilities of which things.
First, Emily tied some leather straps to her thighs, which were connected by a rigid, thin metal pole. Andy quickly understood they prevented her from closing her legs. Emily's face was flush with hers as she worked around the material; Andy thought it was to intimidate her — she sure as hell felt intimidated, which made her want to squeeze her thighs together —, but as much as it amused Emily, she needed to make sure all was good. If she asked, she'd have to admit she cared.
Then, she brought Andrea's hands to her back, and strapped them in leather cuffs. It was good, strong, heavy leather, and Andy felt her mind calm down significantly with the pressure. Emily then crouched in front of her, brushed a wild strand of Andy's hair back before grazing her fingers across Andy's body, giving her time to understand what the object in her hand was. As she reached Andy's core, Emily's gaze lifted up as she inserted the tiny bullet vibrator, turning it on the lowest setting; Andy let a moan escape, resting her forehead on Emily's shoulder, and Emily smirked; Andy was unbelievably wet.
"It's gonna fa-"
"Quiet." Emily commanded as she put some underwear on Andy. It took Andrea's brain a moment to understand how if she hadn't lifted her legs, but then she saw Emily tying the strings together on each side of her thighs, quite tightly.
Emily admired her work for a moment, Andy's muscles tensing here and there. She grabbed Andy's chin firmly.
"New rule: you only leave when that whole thing is soaked. You come again, and we'll have a big fucking problem." Andy let out a mixture of a moan and a whimper that went right to Emily's unattended core. She sat back on the couch. "C'mon, pet, get back to work."
Andy shuffled closer and began kissing and nibling on Emily's thighs, the soft and tender flesh reddening immediately. Andy smiled knowing Emily would have a harder time picking an outfit that hid all the damage that was being done. But Emily didn't seem to mind at the moment, her head thrown back and throaty moans escaping her.
Andy heard a sharp, loud moan when she finally reached Emily's clit again, no doubt much more sensitive then when they first started. Emily wiggled away, forcing Andy to chase her. It was some good ten minutes of this struggle, Emily trying to not get overstimulated and Andy not daring to stop.
Then, Emily sat up straighter, away from Andy, and quickly grabbed a fistful of brown locks and pulled. The sharp, unexpected pain shot right to Andy's core, and she tried to close her legs, being prevented by the spreader. Emily smiled, but this time the wickedness had subsided and Andy dared think she saw pure happiness. Emily, hissed, less mean:
"Calm down, I have to last until you complete your task." The way she said the word scracthed something in Andy's brain, she wished the woman would never stop talking. "Or you'll be forced to sleep on the carpet by the foot of my bed with that vibrator on the whole night." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "And don't think I'll be untying you." Yeah, Andy's brain was gone, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips thrusted forward into nothingness, seeking any kind of relief. The sound she made burned Emily's ear and branded itself on her mind to be replayed in exhaustion.
Emily kissed the junction between Andy's shoulder and neck, quickly following with a bite that made Andy groan in pleasure, then she licked the spot before whispering in her ear.
"Have you calmed down?" Andy lazily noded. "Good. You can resume your… task." She purred wickedly as she laid back down.
Andy slowed down her pace, took her time exploring and appreciating the meal laid in front of her. Part of her wanted to touch Emily, undress her and have full access to her body. But her brain was so foggy she had no strength to try anything. She managed to contain herself for quite some time, until Emily's words graced her ears again.
"You can do better than that." Andy looked up, locking their gazes. She understood the underlying message and picked up the pace. She sucked and lapped at the tender flesh, feeling Emily tremble and writhe under her. She took a deep breath and doubled her efforts, Emily's hand entangling on her hair, pulling and pushing her head.
Then, Emily's hips lifted off the couch and all her muscles contracted, Andy stilling her movements and focusing on just pressing her tonge harder. A few seconds later, Emily came tumbling down, body completely relaxed, and Andy softly cleaned up the recent wetness.
As Emily panted, Andy laid her head on the redhead's thigh, trying to catch her breath as she observed the gorgeous creature in front of her. They stayed like that for a while, until their chests weren't moving so violently.
Emily leaned forward, watching Andrea's hair spill all over her legs. Then, she quietly cupped Andy's jaw and started massaging it, which made Andy sigh contently and close her eyes, just taking in the movements. Emily untied her wrists and massaged them too, then removed the spreader. She stopped in front of Andy, the faint buzz of the vibrator filling the air.
"Time for the truth." She smirked and Andy closed her eyes in nervousness. Emily gently cupped Andy's sex, turning off the buzzing object through the fabric, Andrea failed to repress a cry at the touch. Emily smirked even wider before untiying the knots keeping the piece in place. The piece hit the floor with a wet thud, followed immediately by the vibrator, both coated entirely by Andy's wetness, making Emily let out a content sigh. She slowly ran two fingers through Andrea's fold, which earned her a symphony of moans and whimpers and whines. "Seems like you do know how to follow orders, after all." Andy snapped her eyes open and her body relaxed in relief.
But then, Emily grinned and it made Andy's heart race with fear. Oh no. Emily fisted her hair again and pushed her closer to the couch, Andy finally being able to steady herself with her hands in an attempt of resistance. She eyed the puddle left by Emily.
"Clean up your mess." Emily simply said, and Andrea had a half mind to say it was Emily's mess, but the redhead simply pushed her harder. Andy didn't budge immediately. Her mind scared that if she did this, maybe Emily would make her clean up the mess on the floor, her actual mess. But what really scared her was that she didn't know if that was her limit, because apparently Emily Charlton could make her eagerly do the most degrading things if it turned her on.
Emily's grip tightened, and Andy stuck her tongue out, lapping at the remnants of Emily, who now chuckled wickedly. She suddenly let go of Andy, and the brunette realized with double-edged horror and arousal that Emily had cleaned her fingers on her hair. Her cheeks burned at the realization.
"C'mon, get up." Andy did so with difficulty, her muscles trembling and her joints cracking. As she stretched her body, Emily's eyes landed on the angry red spots on her knees, and teasingly went: "Ohh, those got to hurt." Andy rolled her eyes.
Before Andy could process anything else, Emily was shoving her bag at her and pushing her towards the door.
"Oh, and one last thing." She hissed at Andy. "Don't you dare get yourself off when you get home." Andy's eyes widened and her eyebrows drew closer in confusion, but before she could say anything, she was shoved on the hallway and Emily closed her door.
Andy scoffed in disbelief, before realizing she had nothing under her dress' skirt.
"Emily, I don't have any underwear!" She tried and was met with silence. "EMILY!"
Inside, Emily chuckled to herself proudly.