Completely Wonderful

"The point is for you to never forget this night."

"Ah..." Her eyes closed as her head tilted for him, her breath hitching. She didn't know what to expect, but this wasn't it. What was she supposed to do? Touch him in return? She desperately wanted more of his lips, to feel his tongue against hers. A whimper sounded from her as she shifted in his lap to straddle him, her dress riding high on her thighs to show she wasn't wearing any underwear. She had taken a chance when choosing said route and only hoped he approved.

She stood slowly, careful to not agitate the newly forming bruises under her sweater, and followed him. She was quiet while he worked, used to hours of silence and being told not to move. When he finished, she once again followed him, feeling a little like a lost duckling. "A - a phone?" She blushed, feeling embarrassed. Most times, people her age would have multiple phone upgrades, but Ella had been forbidden from having one at all. "No."

"Isn't this dress divine? Nicolas used all the money from the sticky buns to buy it for me." Anastasia remarked as she twirled around just once, showing off all of the gown to her sister who, in recent months, had truly become more of a sister than Drizella had ever been. Anastasia saw her sometimes and while her heart was sad, a part of her was also glad that they weren't an overbearing fixture in each other's lives anymore. Drizella had always teased her and the only time she had really been free from her mockery had been when Cinderella had been there instead. It hasn't been fair on either of them, although Anastasia was worldly enough at this point to accept that her suffering was not the worst suffering that had occurred in that house.

"Oh, Anastasia, it's stunning!" She had heard Anastasia was getting a new gown, and Ella couldn't wait to see it. "You could have asked me to make it, you know." She teased. "I still have my boutique even though I'm in the palace. I enjoy making gowns for others." She sipped her tea and watched the gleeful twirl of her stepsister. This is what it meant to be a family; she wished this was how they had been all along. "I'm glad Nicolas has been taking good care of you. I would have to have stern words with him if I found he wasn't." She smiled and leaned back in her chair; there was a reason she had come to see her, more than because she missed her.

Iroh wasted no time preparing for his lover's return, starting by assessing the space -light, window and curtain placement, mirrors, inventory- while she put some distance between her and the building. It wouldn't do to run into her on the sidewalk outside. He scribbled down some notes and hit the pavement, making sure to lock up when he left.

"Oh!" She let out a delighted gasp at what she saw. She quickly hung up her purse and removed her heels before following the trail. The candle flames flickered as she walked past, casting her shadow at odd angles. The closer to her bedroom she walked, the more her palms began to sweat a little. She had been the one to suggest this; why was she nervous?

He grinned softly with satisfaction at having led her to this point; to strike her of his own will, out of passion: that was the act of a brute, a thug. He had made her desire punishment for herself, to set things right. It was so much more elegant, more worthy of a gentleman and his lady companion. She was a fine young lady, she just accustomed to a firmer hand.

Her eyes popped open at his words, surprised he was agreeing. She turned her head a little just in time to see him place the money down, her heart hammering in her chest. "Yes, exactly that." She nodded. She pressed her thighs together, a strange sensation wafting through her at her upcoming punishment. "A-alright." She was still knocked off course by his actions, but she wasn't about to question them as she stood and scooped up the money. "I'll be back later, then." She said as she switched out her shoes and grabbed her bag.

William listened to Ella's explanation about her scars. He simply watched as she removed her dress and cast it aside. Blue eyes gazed at her body, seeing the scars that covered her frame. "We can talk about them later; right now it's just you and me." He stated as he stood up from the bed and started to undo his belt and jeans before slipping them off his body and tossing them aside with her clothes.

Her eyes followed him as he undressed, growing even more pink by the minute. She shouldn't be this shy! She knew what was going to happen, what she wanted to happen. When he moved to the bed, she scooted back from the edge to lie back on the pillows. Just him and her. That's all there was right now to think about: him and her. She curled to her side to watch him, her eyes wide as she watched his hand.