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Primary Character(s): Tessa Samuels
Secondary Influences: Sort of sequel to "On Her Knees Karen" by Shatterpath
Disclaimers: See Index page for full disclaimer info
++ Tessa ++
"May I ask a favor of you…Daddy?" I can't believe just how timid I sound asking this question. It's not like I haven't asked her for things before. And she's never denied me simply on a whim. But this is important…
Her eyebrows rise in curiosity as she takes in the fact that I'm shifting from one foot to the other. Realizing my error, I quickly sink to my knees, head down. Oddly enough, the familiar posture calms and prepares me for what I know I must do to gain her assistance. I feel my spine straightening as my hands settle in the small of my back, a posture I know Dace particularly adores.
"It must be important if you're asking me as your Daddy," she starts slowly, setting aside the book she's been reading. And you're not naked, so it must not involve any sort of punishment for you." She studies me a moment longer. "What's your favor, Orchid?"
Before I can speak, I feel the flutter of butterflies in my stomach again, and I'm forced to take a deep, steadying breath. "Watching you with Bane yesterday, it made me realize there are things I miss in my life. When we were younger, there were many times when she and I would be side by side on our knees for Lady Heartsblood, many other times when I would bend willingly to Bane's will."
"And you miss that now?" she asks when I've been silent for a moment in an attempt to formulate what I'm trying to ask for.
"Yes, ma'am, I do. But I was stupid and jealous, and I very nearly ruined any chances of having Bane in my life, and her family, of course." I frown, remembering the fight Karen and I had had that fateful day of her wedding to Darya almost three years ago. "I've come to adore her family, don't get me wrong, but I… Dace, ma'am, I want to offer myself as a gift for Bane's upcoming birthday. But I'm not certain that's an appropriate gift, given the circumstances."
"And is that your favor, Tessa? Asking me about the appropriateness of the gift you're considering? Why not ask Anastasia?"
I shake my head. "I need someone more impartial than Anastasia. She wants her family whole and happy. And I want that, too, but I still feel like I need to perform some sort of restitution for what I did."
Dace shifts to face me, one hand moving to cup my chin and lift my face. She studies my face for a long moment, and I have to force myself to remain still and meet her gaze. I feel so damned self-conscious right now, it's not even funny. This isn't the sort of request I normally would make. Anastasia doesn't even know I'm doing this. I don't know that she'd fully understand what I want to do. She's never been one to submit to someone else, not in all the time I've known her. And I've never known her to anger someone like I angered Karen.
"Why do you feel the sudden need for restitution, Tessa? I thought that issue had been settled for some time now?"
I nod slowly. "It has been, and I did what Karen requested of me at the time. But I want to do something special for her, and…"
"And?" Her grip on my chin tightens ever so slightly.
"And I suppose I'm feeling oddly nostalgic," I admit softly. "I miss playing with Bane. I saw how she reacted when she submitted to you. I've seen how she reacts when watching Darya submit to you. And me, for that matter. I've seen how she reacts when Sara is submitting to her for your benefit. I just-- I'd like one more time to submit to Bane's whims. I'm probably a nostalgic, sentimental fool where she's concerned, but I miss it. And I suppose a part of me is jealous that you and Bane can share Darya and Sara like that, while I'm left out."
Dace nods slowly. "I see. That's quite impressive that you can admit to that jealousy, Tessa. Admirable, too."
"Thank you," I murmur, flushing at the praise. Clearing my throat, I continue in a more appropriate tone. "I've sensed that Karen has issues with the idea of playing with me again. I know that's mostly my fault for reacting as I did to her relationship with Darya. But I know Darya now, and I adore her and their children."
"And you think that's reason enough to play with Bane again?"
"No, it's not that. I just want to give Karen the only gift I believe she would appreciate." I swallow past the lump that has formed in my throat.
"Karen appreciates you for more than your body, Tessa," Dace chastises me. "She always has."
"I know that," I reply, a bit more sharply than I'd intended, and I wince at the tone. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know she appreciates me for more than my body. I suppose I'm just feeling left out because she doesn't seem to appreciate me for my body anymore. If that makes me vain, I won't deny it." I sigh explosively, realizing this has gone far out of hand. "If you think it's an inappropriate gift, I'll just drop the whole thing. I'm not sure what I was thinking to even consider it as an option."
I shift to get up, feeling hugely embarrassed by the whole situation. I never should have brought it up in the first place. Dace's suddenly tighter grip on my chin and my wrist stops me instantly, and I can't help cringing at the stormy look in her eyes.
"First, I didn't dismiss you," she says in a low, even tone. "Second, I haven't made a determination yet as to whether this is inappropriate or not." Suddenly her voice softens and she tugs me close to sit next to her on the couch. "And third, you're trying too hard, Tessa. Just relax and talk to me. Tell me what's brought this sudden need to appease Karen with your body."
"Why don't you let me help train Darya in being a submissive?" I suddenly blurt out the question that has plagued me since August. "I've got the most knowledge of anyone here in being a lifelong submissive, and I'm not good enough to assist?"
Dace blinks and runs her tongue across her lips. "It's not that you're not good enough to assist, Tess. My god, you've been so damned instrumental in helping Sara get more comfortable with submission. I just didn't think you'd be interested in assisting with Darya. And to be honest, I have no idea how Karen and Dare would feel about it. Remember, this isn't a lifestyle choice for Darya. This is something she does for fun and to let off some steam occasionally."
And she goes quiet then, those expressive blue eyes turning inward. I think I'm actually grateful for the momentary reprieve from this discussion. Her comments have given me more to consider, and I can't help the sense of embarrassment again when she had to remind me of one of the very fundamental differences between Darya and myself. I can exist by myself, but I prefer submitting to someone else, preferably someone I have a connection with.
"I'll tell you what, Tessa," she finally says. "I think I understand some of your reasons behind this. So this is what we'll do. I'll talk to Darya and see if she's willing to do some training alongside you. If she is, we'll continue with this idea and Karen will be given a gift that she thinks is my idea. That way, if it backfires, she can take it out on me, and your involvement in its genesis will never be known."
"Oh, thank you, Dace!" I reply gratefully, wrapping my arms around her in a hug.
"But I will take it out on you personally if she does, in fact, take it out on me. And I want you to keep in mind that if Dare says no, this won't happen. I won't go ahead with this if she's not willing to play along. Do you understand me, Tessa?"
"Completely," I assure her. "If Dare says yes and Karen doesn't like it, you take it out of my hide. If Dare says no, I'll be disappointed, but I'll accept it."
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Two and a half months of preparations and secret training sessions will culminate in tonight's events. Karen and Darya arrived earlier this afternoon, after spending Karen's actual birthday in Colorado Springs with the children. Anastasia and I treated them to a sumptuous dinner at the Black Pearl, before returning to the ranch where we're all staying. All during dinner, I found myself squirming in anticipation. More than once, Anastasia or Dace had to reprimand me for my behavior.
Darya even seemed to be anxious and perhaps a bit nervous. Of course, this is a big deal for her. She hasn't had a performance like this before. She's even commented on how it feels like we're going to do a command performance for the Queen of England tonight. She's taken to her training admirably, gamely trying and succeeding at many things that she hadn't thought she could do, both for Dace and for Anastasia. Karen's going to be so proud of her progress. I hope she'll feel just as proud of me.
Back at the ranch, Karen regales us with another tale of Fawn's exploits in trying to make every birthday her birthday. Watching her mimic the little girl's infamous "sparkle and pout" routine has me nearly in tears from the laughter. Karen's unusually bright smile in reaction to my laughter gives me hope for what will come.
Once she's opened the gifts from those of us living here in Vegas, Dace pulls Karen into a headlock, making the taller redhead splutter and gamely start to wrestle with her. It sends a pang of nostalgia through me at the sight of them playing around like this, and it's like twenty years have suddenly melted away. By the sound of her sigh, I can tell Anastasia is thinking the same thing.
"Punk, I'm gonna kick your ass if you're not careful," Karen growls playfully, but stills when Dace grabs onto a handful of that luscious, long red mane.
"You're welcome to try, Bane," Dace taunts back. "But maybe you'd like your present first? In case you kill me, I mean. Be a damned shame to waste such a bad ass present, you know." Karen sighs dramatically and, with a roll of her eyes, calms down. Dace grins broadly and points to me. "Tessa, why don't you go drag Bane's gift out of its hiding spot?"
"Yes, ma'am, Dace," I reply brightly, my anticipation spiking again. "Um, would it be all right to have Darya help me? It's kind of big for me to get myself?" God, I hope the semi-rehearsed words don't sound trite and, well, rehearsed.
At Dace's indulgent nod, we head out toward the playroom, to prepare our gift. We've only got a few minutes, so I'm thankful Dace had the foresight to have us practice this bit several times the last time Dare visited. It takes only a scant few minutes for us to get into the appropriate attire and finalize setting the room to Dace's specifications. The chains and rich green silk strands look fabulous against Darya's creamy skin. A glance in the mirror on the wall shows me what I've come to expect of my chain outfits, after all it's one of Anastasia's favorite ways to show me off. Dace's choice of adding in the midnight blue silk strands has brought out the darker flecks in my eyes, just as the green strands do the same for Darya's eyes.
With a quick last touch up of our hair, I notice Darya's a little nervous. "It's all right to be a little nervous, Dare," I murmur encouragingly. "But you'll be fine. You know Dace won't do anything so outlandish as to make this uncomfortable for you. This is for Karen's benefit, and we want her to enjoy this, right?" When Dare nods, I grin and lightly pat her ass. "Good. Now, get in the box and I'll get them over here." As soon as she's settled, I pick up my cell phone and dial Dace's number. "Dace, it's Tessa. We're having an issue getting Bane's gift over to you. Perhaps it would be best to bring the birthday girl to her gift?"
Once she replies with the correct response, I hang up and slip into the box beside Darya. We carefully grab the pull cords and close up the lid, waiting in the darkness for our cue to start. Hearing Darya's sigh, I whisper, "You know, I'm glad you agreed to this. I really like how our relationship has grown."
"Me, too," comes her equally quiet reply. "It's been wonderful working through and past the issues that caused our original difficulties."
Dace doesn't waste any time in getting Karen and Anastasia over here; nor is she quiet about announcing their presence, calling out with "The fun has arrived!" I can hear Darya snickering softly, a sure sign of her nerves, and I reach over to squeeze her hand for reassurance.
"Dace, what the hell are you up to?" Karen sounds annoyed, but even after all this time, I can read the underlying curiosity.
"Open your present," comes the reply.
Taking a deep breath, I squeeze Dare's hand again and bring it to my lips. Her palm is damp with a faint sheen of perspiration as I nuzzle it briefly. I close my eyes in preparation for the sudden return of light when Karen pulls the box open.
"Seriously, punk. What're you up to? And where are Tessa and Dare?"
"Just open your damned present, Karen. Give me a little credit, hunh?"
With a very sarcastic snort, which sounds oddly loud, Karen tugs at the box front. When it falls, revealing Darya and myself, I sneak a peek at Karen's face. She blinks once or twice in surprise, but I can see the curious arousal coloring her eyes as she takes in what we're wearing, and the fact that I'm tracing the lines on Darya's palm with the tip of my tongue. At Darya's soft moan, Karen's nostrils flare and her pupils dilate.
"Ah, Da-- Dace?" she asks, voice cracking alarmingly as she continues to stare at us.
"Yeah?"
Karen clears her throat and takes a step back. "You realize I'm gonna kill you for this."
Dace just laughs and walks closer to slap a hand against Karen's back. "Sure, but you're gonna need to get the blood going back to your brain to do that, Bane. Until then? Sit back and enjoy the show. I went to a lot of trouble to do this for you."
Doing my best to ignore their banter, I continue to trace the lines and bumps along Darya's palm, gliding my tongue up to suck in a fingertip. I shift slightly, turning toward my partner and glance up to see her own eyes have gone dark with arousal. Her head tips back, exposing the expanse of her throat, and I simply can't help myself. Tugging lightly on her hand, I bring her closer and nibble my way up her arm to her throat. My fingers tickle their way down her body, teasing her nipples to even harder points.
"Orchid," Dace's voice cuts sharply into my thoughts. "Dormouse, come over here."
I let go of Darya instantly and stand. With a petulant whine, Darya stands and follows me to kneel before our guests. I can feel their eyes on us, studying us, appraising us. Karen moves to walk around us, fingering a chain here, a silken strand there. Without consciously realizing it, I begin to count the number of touches she gives Darya and myself.
"Orchid here has been teaching your meek little Dormouse how to behave," Dace continues. "And I thought it might be a good gift for you to see their progress as mentor and student."
"Good thing you chose to give me this gift here in Vegas, punk," she says in a husky voice, pinching one of my nipples sharply. "They might just freeze their nipples right off in Colorado." She glances down at me while Anastasia and Dace chuckle. "Tell me, Orchid, do you willingly agree to do as I tell you, without hesitation?"
"Yes, ma'am," I reply readily, that surge of arousal spiking at the tone of her voice aimed directly at me.
"And you, Dormouse? Do you willingly agree to do as I tell you, without hesitation?"
"Yes, ma'am," she replies almost as quickly as I did. She trembles slightly under Karen's heavy gaze.
"Good," comes the reply finally. "I want you both to do one thing and one thing only. Take turns in pleasuring each other until I tell you to stop. If either of you stops before that time, it'll come out of your hides. Am I clear? If your answer is yes, give me your safe words."
Without hesitation, I give her my safe words; and only seconds after me, Darya responds with her own. Karen grins darkly and leans over to plunder Darya's mouth with a kiss, and I can't help but watch her hands possessively running over her wife's body, moaning at the sight.
With a chuckle, Karen lets go of Darya and turns to face me. I find myself staring at Bane Sidhe, the woman who tormented me with such affection for so many years. She leans forward and pulls me into a deep, hungry kiss. Her hands roam the whole of my body, and I have to fight the urge to touch her.
"Do as I say and you'll both be rewarded," she says when she pulls back from the kiss. "But first, you should remove these outfits. We wouldn't want them ruined, would we?"
Without hesitation, Darya and I turn to each other and begin to unravel the thin pieces of silk and metal barely covering our bodies. To say that Darya's enthusiasm is contagious is a gross understatement. We keep the touches playful, teasing; in some ways, it reminds me of some of the higher class pornography I've viewed over the years. I suck in a breath when her lips wrap around my left nipple, the tip of her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin repeatedly.
Remembering Karen's words, I whimper and let Darya continue. Dace never once let us actually make love while training Darya. Oh, she got Dare off, and she got me off, but we never really got each other off. She said that was part of the reward for Dare's training. And far be it from me to stop Darya from her reward…or mine.
It seems to take no time at all for Darya to nibble and lick her way down my body to kneel between my legs. She glances up at me before tracing the inverted heart shape of my pubes with her tongue, starting at the curve of one side and moving up to the point and back down. As soon as she completes the shape, her tongue glides down between my outer lips to skirt around my clit. I can't help the groan of frustration, gliding my fingers into her hair to grip tightly. I can feel her coquettish giggle more than hear it as she slips two fingers into me. The giggle turns into a throaty laugh when I moan and arch into her touch. One hand stays on my hip to steady me as she times her thrusting fingers with her torture of my clit until I can't hold back the pressure any longer and cry out with my first orgasm of the night.
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Some time later, after more rounds of giving and receiving orgasms than I've been involved in for quite some time, Karen and Dace allow us a much needed nap. I remember curling up on the cushions, spooning up behind Darya happily. I vaguely remember a blanket being pulled over us; I'm not sure who put it there, and I really don't care. The warmth of covers and a happily sated lover have always helped me sleep soundly.
"Orchid," the word is whispered against the back of my neck, bringing me up out of a lovely, deep, dreamless sleep. "Time to get up, sweet cheeks."
I shift and pull the warm body in front of me slightly closer. "Five more minutes?" I murmur, enjoying the coziness.
"If you'd rather sleep than have this," comes the reply as my hand is moved to press against an obvious bulge in a pair of jeans.
That wakes me up almost instantly. "Oh no, Daddy," I purr as I turn around to face her. Only it's not her. "Bane?"
"Shh," she murmurs. "Everyone else is still asleep. Come on." She gets up carefully and helps me disentangle myself from Darya's warm body. I shiver until she slips a warm fleece blanket around my shoulders before leading me toward the far corner of the room.
"Where's Anastasia?" I ask, sleepy alarm tinting my tone when I don't see my beloved anywhere.
"She tried the cushions on the floor, but it proved too hard for her back, so she headed back to your bungalow," Karen explains. "She'll be back after she's slept and eaten." She leans back on the fainting couch and pulls me down next to her. "I wanted to thank you for this gift, Tessa," she says softly, smiling.
"I only do as I'm commanded," I reply demurely, shifting in my seat at the praise.
"Dace, Anastasia, and I had a little chat after you and Dare fell asleep," she starts out slowly, hands stroking down the length of my back. "According to my punk of a sister, this idea was originally yours. Is that true?"
I feel hot tears prickling in my eyes. "Dace promised she wouldn't say anything," I whisper. "Are you planning to take this out of my hide, too?"
I'm pulled into a tight hug, almost crushed against her chest in the process. "I won't be taking anything out of your hide, Tessa," Karen says in a rough, warm tone. "I'm not mad at you. Honestly, I’m not. In fact, I'm quite pleased."
"You are?" I ask, pulling back to stare at her. I finally take note of the very lack of anger and disappointment on her face.
"Yes, I am. This has to be one of the most selfless gifts anyone's ever given me."
I flush hotly and look away. "It wasn't selfless, Karen. It was quite selfish. I wanted… I was feeling left out and jealous."
"I know," she replies. "Dace explained how this gift came about. But, Tessa, I forgave you a long time ago. I've watched you learning to bond with my family, and I couldn't continue to be mad at you. I'm sorry if I never made that forgiveness clear enough."
I stare at her in shock for a moment before I can speak. "I, um, thank you, Karen," I finally force out, stammering like an idiot. "I've felt horrible that you might still be mad at me."
"I was, but being angry takes too much energy. I just never knew if the animosity between you and Darya would cause problems for me to even just talk to you like this, Tess. God, but I've missed you." I curl against her at her admission of missing me, and I can't help the hiccup of emotion. "Shh, it's okay," she murmurs, gently stroking my hair and back. "You're family, Tess, and I don't ever want to lose my family again."
"I don’t either," I whisper, resting my forehead against the side of her neck. I feel like a guilty child being consoled. And then I remember… "Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you let me know you're packing?"
When she doesn't answer right away, I pull back to look at her. There is a very familiar look in her eyes and she waggles her eyebrows. "Because I thought we might get reacquainted on our own. If you're interested, of course."
I grin broadly and nod, giggling when she pulls me close for another of those soul-cleansing kisses she's so damned good at. I squirm until I'm straddling her lap and leaning into her touch. Her hands move heavily over my skin, and a part of me feels like that shy, needy sixteen year old learning the pleasures of the flesh from the brash young redheaded warrior goddess under Anastasia's sway.
When her hand slips between my legs, she chuckles darkly. "Already hot and ready for me, are you, girl? Such a slut," she teases, fingers gathering up my arousal and bringing it up to her face. Staring at me, she sucks her fingers clean and purrs. "Just as sweet as always."
She wraps her arms around my waist and stands up. Depositing me on the couch, she kneels down and buries her face between my legs. Despite so many years without being involved with me, she certainly hasn't forgotten what I like. I can't help whimpering and grinding up against her in need.
"Tessa, can you be silent?" she asks in a deep thrum of a voice as I'm so, so close.
"I--"
"Not a sound," she warns. "If they wake up, I'll spank you in a way you won't like."
"Yes, ma'am," I whimper and bite down on my lower lip. The minute I give my consent, she returns to sucking and teasing me toward my climax. She flicks her tongue roughly against my clit before biting down lightly on it, and I feel my body explode from the orgasm. "Karen, please," I whimper, barely above a whisper.
"Please what, Tessa?" she growls, nipping sharply at my inner thigh.
Instead of answering her, I sit up and reach for the bulge I know is in her jeans. I can't help my fingers fumbling at her fly in my need. Her knowing, needy chuckles only spur me on. Once I get her jeans open, I pull out the dildo strapped to her hips. She pushes me to the floor roughly, and as I struggle to get up, she moves to sit back on the couch again. I move quickly to straddle her hips and sink down on the silicone phallus, preparing myself for a fast, hard fuck.
What I get instead is a complete one hundred eighty degree change. Karen stills herself and meets my gaze intently. Her hands move slowly, deliberately, lovingly along my body as her hips grind up against me. "Oh god," I whimper, leaning forward to rest my head against her neck again as my own hips move in time with hers.
Karen gently comforts me again, moving with me toward another orgasm. She cups my face in her hands and kisses me once more, far more intense and personal than before, and I feel the tears slipping down my cheeks. "Hey, why the tears?" she asks, hips still moving gently.
"I missed this," I admit with a sniffle. "I missed you. I missed having my family."
"No more, sweet Tessa," she reassures me. "I'm not going anywhere, nor is anyone else in my family. You're part of us, Tessa, now and always. I love you, I always have. I don't want to lose you anymore than you want to lose me."
Hearing her admission is both a balm to my nerves and a push to my libido. "Love you, too," I sob softly, feeling the whine of need threading into my voice.
"That's it, sweet Tessa," she croons, one hand gripping my hip, the other moving to tease at my clit. "Come for me, sweet cheeks. Just like old times."
The combined assault of her words, her low voice, and her hands playing my body like a favorite instrument push me over the edge. Just before I can cry out, she takes possession of my lips, tongue slithering hotly against mine. She easily swallows my moans of climax, gentling both her hands and the kiss as my euphoria starts to dwindle. I can't help yawning and sniffling as I try to calm down.
"Shh, sleep now, Tessa," Karen murmurs as she shifts my body atop hers. I can't help the whimper when the dildo slips out of my body, but I settle along her side contentedly. She grabs for the blanket and pulls it up over our bodies. "We'll talk more later."
