scarlet starlet

“You just like…cherry..” Claire repeated the words slowly to the slave. While the content wasn’t seductive her tone and forward nature contributed to the atmosphere quite heavily. “My mistake,” the older blonde added somewhat sardonically.

The sway of Nixie’s hips and her light touch had Claire leaning in all the same. Their hipbones pressed together through the author’s slacks and her partner’s shorts. She still didn’t know her name, and for this Mistress it only added to her interest in the cell bound sweetheart. “You’ve been here a while then..” she answered to the clever and cute reply, inferring such things from the seemingly practiced retort.

“I do. But something tells me you’ll like my favorite games. I’ll make you a star.” The last word had a certain flare to it, and yet Clarissa’s voice stayed hushed.

She was on her way out when the admittance hit her ear. Should I? — Well, yes. She should. Of course she should. And if she didn’t she should have lied. The taller blonde stopped and turned. She took a step forward and it caused Nixie following after her to practically crash into her front. Hands met slight shoulder. A dramatically annoyed sigh left her mouth. Blue eyes rolled and lips pursed — nothing like the cute way Nixie’s had earlier. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t…” she breathed in true arrogance. The seduction was over and replaced by its less friendly cousin, exasperation.

Bouncing on her feet, Nixie flashed a grin up at the Mistress, shaking in the woman’s arms. “I want to play games!” That only gave her incentive her to walk quicker, but the Mistress stopped in front of her and Nixie full on ran into the woman’s chest, hands going up to brace herself with the Mistress’ arms.

It seemed the Mistress’ delight in Nixie was gone, instead there was frustration and exasperation etched on her face. Obviously this was someone who very much valued her fame. Nixie smiled, hand coming to cup her elbow. “Then why don’t we get introduced further?” A playful smile made it’s way onto Nixie’s face. She didn’t want to go back in the cell, not with the wet heat between her legs and now with the temptation of this woman in front of her.

Although, now Nixie was genuinely curious. Who was this woman? An actress? Royalty? Some big shot CEO? Nixie never payed too much attention to the news, but she loved her movies. “Tell me who you are?” she ventured, batting her eyelashes up at the woman.

Miss V sat poised. She watched Nixie add in her own flourish the command. Her face was neutral, only the edges of her red lips slightly upturned. So little so it was near undetectable.

“Where did you hear that?” she asked coldly, a glare marring her normally pretty face. Mistress or no, Nixie was angry and she was never one to let her emotions bubble underneath the surface. “That’s not my name,” she snapped.

The brunette turned once the other was seated and ventured over to her stack of files to find the right one. She’d seen the file moments ago while attempting to memorize them all. “Ah, yes. Nixie, correct? I was reading your file a little while ago.” Her eyes scanned the paper before setting it down on the desk. “Where on your back?” She asked as she slowly moved towards the other in hopes that she’d gain the approval needed to check out the possible injury. If anything, she wanted to ensure it wasn’t a wound that was infected.

She shifted to the edge of the chair, but only slightly, still staring at the nurse as she set a hand on her tail bone, where the muscle or the bones or whatever had been hurting. It was the day after a rigorous session with one of her regular Mistresses that it had started hurting and the woman insisted on her going to the nurse, despite Nixie’s arguments. “Can’t I just go back to my cell?” Nixie asked, clearly upset about being in the office and almost petulant in her words. “I’m fine. It’ll feel better tomorrow, I’m sure.” She’d been through worse anyways.