Principle Decisions [15/24]
Pairing: Zelda Spellman/Lilith
Summary: “Mm. And why would that cause you to stop?” she asked. “Be a good girl and let me hear you.”
N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.
Zelda panted, pushing onto her hands and knees, only for Lilith to grab her. “Careful,” she said.
“I’m being careful!” Zelda snapped, and then groaned, dropping her face back to the mattress. Her muscles were sore in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Aching from holding herself at different angles.
Beside her, Lilith snickered. “I told you: be careful.”
“I’m fine,” she huffed, and then tried again. Pushing herself up, she felt the aches wash down her limbs, before she was able to inelegantly shuffle off the bed and into a standing position. Her legs were unsteady, but as she drew in a breath and righted herself on her feet, she felt the discomfort shift.
“Well,” Lilith said, lying on her side with no right in looking so hellishly good. Her hair was mussed, but there was a glow to her, even with the lipstick marks over her body. Zelda couldn’t help but think that Lilith came out of it looking like she was an empress who had been satisfied by her harem, whereas Zelda merely felt spent.
Though that could be because Lilith did all the fucking and Zelda just took.
“I’m sure you remember the way to the bathroom,” Lilith teased. It was downstairs, Zelda realised with a groan. There were welts on her ass and thighs, drawing up to just below her lower back, across her hips, and she knew that walking down that steps was going to make her painfully aware of each mark. “Unless you need some help?”
“Of course not,” she said. “I’m perfectly capable of walking down a few steps.”
“You took a lot,” Lilith reminded, grinning as she moved some of the toys on the bed, drawing Zelda’s attention to them. They had been…zealous in their adventures and Zelda had only had to use the safe word once––as a panted advice that she could not take another orgasm. And then Lilith had slid out of her as carefully as possible.
There’d been sex and pain and bondage and the more sex and pain and bondage––and now Zelda had the unfortunate situation of rope burn on her wrist when she’d tried to twist to snark back at Lilith in the middle of her tying, who’d then lectured her for over five minutes about how to move in ropes––truly the worst punishment she’d faced that night.
She made her way down the stairs, biting back the whimpers, before she was creeping down the hall, to the bathroom. There, she managed to climb into the bathtub before sitting down in it as she filled it.
Not only were her muscles fatigued, but there was a bone deep exhaustion that weighed her down as she dropped back against the edge of the tub. For a moment, she closed her eyes, sure that the bathroom light would keep her awake––only to be awoken by Lilith turning off the taps.
Blinking her eyes open, she noticed the tub was dangerously high to spilling over.
“Try not to flood my bathroom,” Lilith chastised, handing her a mug of coffee as she lifted the plug and let it drain halfway before setting it back down.
Zelda tiredly took the drink, taking a sip. The liquid spilt down her throat and with it, Zelda felt a warmth slide through her chest.
“What time is it?”
“Just past three,” Lilith said. “Now scoot forward.”
Pushing up, Zelda moved forward in the tub and watched as Lilith undressed from her robe, sliding into the bathtub behind her. And then she was coaxing Zelda to lean back against her.
Zelda felt her nerves electrify with the touch. She wanted to ask what this meant, the casual intimacy of it all. Now that they were in a D/s relationship, how did that compare to being in an actual relationship?
But Lilith’s hands were around her waist and Zelda felt a tightness in her chest. If this wasn’t a romantic relationship, if they weren’t together like that, she wanted to pretend for a few moments longer. Let the world be washed new.
It was too early to worry about such things.
Lilith’s fingers drew over her skin, drawing patterns on her waist and shoulder and Zelda felt herself sigh, the anxiety of the intimacy slipping away (though there was a base fear, still, underneath it all that she was letting her heart slip into Lilith’s hands too easily).
It’d been so long since she’d had so much intimacy showered on her. It seemed that all it took was a woman’s soft hands holding her to realise that the ache in her chest had been loneliness. She’d worked herself to the point that she had no friends, no one to depend on, not even Hilda. And yet, with Lilith, there was nothing being asked of her.
It might change and shift, but for now, it was a quiet moment, and the woman’s body was warm as it held her.
“There’s an event coming up,” Lilith whispered, gently stirring her. Zelda felt the cup taken from her hands and set aside on the tiles of the bathroom. “You don’t have to participate or feel obligated to attend, but I thought I’d propose it, given the shift in our relationship.”
“What event?” she asked, her voice hoarse with sleep.
“An orgy,” Lilith said. “To celebrate the coming Yule.”
“You’re a witch, then?”
“A few friends are pagan, but mostly it’s for the thrill of it,” she explained, her fingers drawing over Zelda’s skin in a soothing pattern, across her abdomen, and then up to her ribs. “They’re very good people. Beautiful too, though they’ll pale in comparison to you,” and there she pressed a kiss on Zelda’s shoulder.
“So it’s flattery now?”
“I would quite enjoy it if you came.”
“I’m sure you would.”
“Mm, and with spectators who are equally excited to be there,” she said, and then her lips were on Zelda’s throat and there was a familiar tingling fluttering through Zelda’s body again.
“And if I attend, what will occur?”
“Sex, food, wine,” Lilith said, kissing over her neck. “There’ll be…oh, a great many other things. They’re all fascinating people. There’s one or two, especially, that I feel you’ll enjoy the company of.”
Zelda laughed and then felt a moan catch in her throat as the woman’s mouth continued to kiss her neck. “When?” she asked.
“Mm, I’ll see if I’m available,” she answered with a soft laugh. And then felt as a hand slid between her legs.
“Are you still spent, my handmaiden?” Lilith asked, her fingers drawing over her gently. Zelda hummed. She was tired, so tired, but there was a growing warmth between her legs.
“One more,” she said.
“One more,” Lilith agreed, and kissed her jaw, just below her ear.
Zelda felt the fingers slide over her sex and then, even in the delirium of exhaustion, she felt the ache return as she rolled her head back against Lilith’s shoulder and panted at the mercy of her fingers until the orgasm trembled from her.
It was small and delicate, and yet Zelda let out a breathy laugh, feeling the dopamine wash over her. Lilith had an uncanny ability to know what she needed, building small orgasms in the beginning to much bigger ones, or, in the case of rewards after punishments, leaping to the earth-shattering ones for relief.
She was a master of sex, as well as its mistress, and for that, Zelda was all the more in awe of her.
The only thing that brought her any concern was that never once had she had the pleasure of servicing Lilith. Throughout the night, she’d attempted a few times, and somehow had ended up away from her target of choice, with the woman binding and then fucking her.
She wasn’t displeased by Lilith’s focus, but perhaps somewhat uncertain by it. Was it possible that Lilith didn’t want to be touched? Was that too intimate?
She thought to ask, but alike her question as to their status, it seemed like a conversation to have when they weren’t teetering on the edge of exhaustion.
“Zelda,” Lilith coaxed and then Zelda was sitting up, and pushing out of the tub on unsteady feet, before she was wrapped in a towel, then a robe, and her fingers were laced in Lilith’s as she was taken to bed.
The bed had been cleaned, she noted. With all the toys having been whisked away, and then blankets and sheets were pulled back as Lilith helped her into the bed. A part of her felt an uncertain tightness––again, it was far more intimate than she’d had in some time, but she batted the thought away, reminding herself that the woman had at one point had her entire tongue in her vagina. Intimacy aside, they were well past worrying about sleeping in the same bed.
She laid down on the pillow and watched as the lights were clicked off one-by-one, and then it seemed, she barely noticed Lilith sliding into the bed beside her, before Zelda had fallen asleep.
Sleep came easily. But she awoke with heart racing, sunlight spilling in the room as a sudden, familiar sense clutched at her, telling her that she was running late for classes. Until she recalled that she was on holidays, and was not required to be anywhere.
There was the problem that Hilda was unlikely to know her whereabouts, but given that she’d advised she was meeting a friend for drinks, she was certain that Hilda could put two and two together.
Zelda blinked up at the ceiling, feeling the evening wash over her. She turned, in the bed, fearful to find it empty, only to find Lilith asleep on the other side of the mattress. Her hair out and wild, hiding most of her face.
She looked smaller in the bed, asleep. The domineering energy lost, leaving only a woman behind. The blankets were pulled over her shoulder, and she was facing towards Zelda, her hand reaching out, between them.
Zelda found herself looking over the woman’s face, from her nose to her mouth, drawing over the shape of her jaw and cheekbones, before following the curve of her neck to her where her shoulders peaked out from a swath of blankets.
She could see the definition to the arms––not that came as a surprise to Zelda, having been on the other end of the woman’s strength with great joy last night, when Lilith had easily pinned her against the wall as she fucked her.
But despite all of that, Lilith looked small while she slept.
“Watching people sleep is rude,” Lilith said, and then her brow pressed and she was opening her eyes, blinking tiredly at Zelda.
“Hardly. After the amount of sex we had, I wouldn’t classify as me looking at you as rude. You spent an entire minute staring at the shapes of labia.”
“Mm, pretty colours,” Lilith said, before rolling onto her back and yawning. “Are you hungry?”
Zelda paused, feeling an ache in her stomach. She didn’t recall eating dinner last night, and only drank half a glass of wine, as well as a fair amount of water between sessions of sex. But there was definitely a lack of food.
“Food would be good,” she agreed
Lilith smiled, and then shut her eyes, seeming to look like she was going back to sleep before she swung the blankets off her body and stood up from the bed. There, Zelda watched as she ran a hand through her hair, combing into some semblance of control (not that it helped, it remained a wild head of hair) before Lilith was taking her dressing gown and throwing it over her body.
Zelda watched as she yawned before smiling tiredly and nodding her head towards the door. “Well, come on.”
Zelda followed, taking the other dressing gown and following. They headed downstairs, into the kitchen, and as Lilith pulled out the ingredients for eggs on toast, she directed Zelda to where the glasses and plates were and then to the coffeemaker.
There was an odd domesticity to it, especially when Lilith’s eyes went to hers and a familiar hunger seemed to fill them before she smiled to herself and returned to the task at hand.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Lilith asked as the food was plated up, the coffee was made and then both of them were sitting near each other. Rather than on one end of the table each, they say perpendicular to one another on the end facing the kitchen archway. It was close enough that Zelda could feel Lilith’s calves near her own––not quite touching, but near enough.
“I did,” Zelda answered, before taking a bite of food. She felt words settle between them as she watched Lilith pick at her breakfast. “Last night you discussed an arrangement,” she said, “I was hoping to seek clarity regarding that.”
“We did agree to discuss boundaries,” Lilith nodded. “And then I suppose I became carried away.”
“We both became distracted,” Zelda corrected. At no point during the sexcapades did she request to pause or seek clarification––nor had she felt the urge to do so. The question only arose after their evening was winding down.
“Well,” Lilith said as she set her cutlery down and picked up her drink. “I suppose the questions begs what do you want out of this?”
Zelda was hoping that the woman would advise of what she was after first, but it seemed that she was posing it back––and Zelda knew why, if their roles had been reversed, she would probably do the same––instead, she was left trying to navigate her own emotions for what she wanted, what she’d romanticised as to what this was.
“What are the options?”
“We can keep this as just a kink relationship, mutually beneficial. Or we can revert to being a provider and client, or…” and her eyebrows rose there, “we can discuss having a true romantic relationship.”
“Forgive my ignorance, but what is the difference between kink and romantic?” Zelda asked.
“I wouldn’t be your emotional support, and you wouldn’t be mine. It’s as I was saying to you the other day. If we’re not dating, I can’t be the person there to help and support those emotional needs you may have. That would belong to a partner, family member or––”
“Therapist,” Zelda finished.
Lilith nodded. “And I wouldn’t expect that of you for myself either. There’s also a certain level of candidness you tend to expect with a partner that you wouldn’t with a kink partner, were we to see each other in public. But it’s up to you in what you want.”
There was a clinical aspect to the way she said it, and Zelda felt her heart beat faster, trying to study the woman’s face as she sipped her coffee. But despite her feelings, the truth of the matter was that her own life was far more complicated. She had niece and nephew with whom she remained in guardianship over (despite her nephew’s belief to the otherwise, while he lived under her roof, he remained in her care). Engaging in a relationship was tricky.
It was further complicated by the fact that this was Sabrina’s principal. And more so…despite Lilith’s offering of it, there was nothing to say she wanted a relationship. It could be her trying to gauge what Zelda wanted, or perhaps offering it as something to explore.
No, she didn’t want a relationship with someone if they weren’t as interested in her as she was in them. It was too risky.
“I think a kink relationship is suitable,” she advised. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, “But I assume that this is an ongoing discussion?”
Lilith nodded. “If you were to desire to reverse at any time, we would discuss that.” She gave an odd expression, eyes flicking away before a sharp smile returned to her face. “May I be so presumptuous that sex will remain on the table?”
Zelda laughed, “Yes”
Lilith grinned. “Wonderful.”
“So, this will remain a mutually beneficial power exchange?”
“Mm, pretty much the same thing you had before but without the exchange of money, though if you want to financially dominate me, I won’t say no.”
Zelda rolled her eyes. “Well, most of that seems straightforward. We’re… acquaintances outside of the bedroom, so to speak?”
“From experience, people tend to notice if you’re trying to be subtle that there’s absolutely nothing going on. If that’s what you want, we can certainly try it, but perhaps it might be better to advise that we’re… friends at the very least. People don’t need to know the specifics.”
Friends. It would mean that she could have Lilith over her house as well.
“And should I be referring to you as Mary, then?”
“Mm, all of my friends know me as Lilith. But if you prefer you can call me Mary––I usually reserve it for just professional courtesy in the workplace.”
“Do you prefer Mary?”
“Then I’ll stick with Lilith.”
“Or my Queen.”
Zelda rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying that outside of the house.”
Lilith bit her lip and Zelda sensed the challenge set in the air, knowing that there was nothing she could do to take it back. The woman was set on making her say it in a setting now.
“Principal Wardwell would suit nicely too, I quite enjoyed you squirming on my desk.”
Zelda drew in a sharp breath. She’d quite enjoyed that incident as well and had to admit that she wasn’t against it occurring again, despite the danger (or, perhaps, because of it).
“Is there anything else?”
“There is, but I’ll reserve that as a surprise for later,” Lilith said, before giving a sharp smile. “Oh, though there is an important question––were you looking to still engage in romantic relationships with other people?”
Zelda paused, feeling the question sit between them.
“It’s not a concern if you are, I just need to know if you’re planning on having sex with other people as a courtesy to one another.”
“I…don’t know,” she admitted. “As of late, I don’t usually find myself having time to see anyone, let alone be engaged in two sexual relationships at the same time.”
Lilith nodded, “Well, it’s up to you. It’s a negotiation like anything else about the expectations we have. How about we leave it for now as that it could happen, and if it does, we can discuss from there?”
Zelda nodded. And then paused. “What about your clients?”
“I don’t have sex with any of my clients,” Lilith said, sipping her drink.
“But you had sex with me.”
“Mm, because I wanted to have sex with you.”
Zelda’s mouth opened, and then shut. She went to argue that she had also paid for that service, before realising that she’d paid for a set time limit and the kink element had always been wrapped around that, with the sex being used as a part of it, but not an extra service to be charged. “Is that standard?”
“If I don’t like the person, I won’t offer the service. But you were so lovely on my doorstep, with your wide-eyed stare, trying to show bravado in a situation that terrified you.”
“I was not terrified.”
“Oh, you were. You were so nervous and so excited, I thought I was going to make you combust.”
Zelda scowled, “Hardly, I may have been…perhaps nervous––“
“Nervous,” Lilith echoed obnoxiously.
“––But I’d hardly advise that I was terrified.”
“Nonetheless, the decision was as much mine as it was yours.”
Zelda exhaled, picking at her food. It was certainly a new thing to consider. And yet, despite the fact that she should consider it further, she found herself smiling to herself, flushing with a strange sense of pride.
Perhaps Lilith liked her more than she’d initially realised. Before she reminded herself that sexual attraction and romantic attraction did not always marry up.
“Well,” Lilith said, “Now that’s out of the way, I suppose we can move on to other things.”
“Mm, and what other things are that?”
Lilith smiled, and then Zelda felt the side of her foot stroking against Zelda’s calf. “I believe sex on the table was offered.”
“Oh, certainly. But to your credit, you’re looking absolutely lovely wrapped in my robe, and there’s nothing more I would like than to see you out of it.
Zelda smirked, her food was half-finished, her coffee still prominently being drunk, but Lilith’s eyes were trailing down her body, to where the robe had parted, revealing more cleavage than she realised.
“May I finish breakfast?” Zelda asked. “Or are you so starving that you can’t wait?”
“You may finish,” Lilith permitted, though she’d already pushed aside her plate.
Zelda picked at a few bites more, drinking her coffee. And then she rose to her feet, taking the plates and cups and setting them onto the counter, away from the table.
And then Lilith was behind her and Zelda sighed as she leant back, feeling the woman’s mouth on her neck as the belt around her waist was plucked undone, and then both it and the robe were discarded to the floor.
Lilith turned her around, pressing her against the kitchen counter as she kissed her throat and began stroking between her legs.
If Zelda was being honest, this was a life she could get used to. Being fucked by Lilith. Being spanked and disciplined and tied-up by Lilith––it was all enough for Zelda to feel the familiar excitement flooding through her bloodstream.
It was different from how it’d been with others. There were no demands from Lilith to enter into a relationship, no anxiety or fear pulling between them, or suffocation where she felt that she’d lost everything.
There was Lilith, and there was her, and they were two separate people who enjoyed fucking each other. It was enough.
She felt her head roll back, her hips rocking as she clutched at the counter, and then briefly caught Lilith’s eyes beside her as the woman watched her with fascination, as the climax took hold and her body convulsed, almost slipping from her position.
Lilith slid out of her and Zelda exhaled with it, her eyes blinking up at the morning light, trying to draw in long, slow breaths to ease her racing heart.
“What time is it?” Zelda asked.
“A little past seven,” Lilith responded. “I’ll need to get ready for school. Did you want me to drop you off home?”
Zelda bit her lip, considering her options. “No, I should pick up my car from the bar, before anyone tries to steal it.”
“Ah, yes,” Lilith nodded. “Well, I might wash up.” And she was walking away, licking her fingers in a way that had Zelda feeling the growing hunger return. She was… insatiable. Intensely so, and Zelda felt a sudden urge to pin the woman and fuck her before she pushed the thought away.
As Lilith was getting dressed, it was perhaps time she did as well.
Zelda made her way to the front room and plucked her clothes off the floor, before getting dressed. Then she made her way to the mirror hanging on the wall in the room and tried to fix her hair the best she could.
Her hair had the look of being dried improperly from the bath last night, and as she examined her neck and shoulders in the mirror, she noticed with horror that there were a fair few marks that sat at the collar of her dress.
Furthermore, the rope burn on her wrists was quite prominent, and although Lilith had ceased to bind her after the incident, and had stopped the session to ensure that it was cleaned, the mark remained red and raw.
Her biggest concern was knowing that her family was going to immediately know that she’d been off having sex––but it was certainly something she could move past. Her second concern was that inevitably they would become curious about the incident and be on the lookout as to who she’d been sleeping with because at the end of the day, her family didn’t know how to keep their noses out of her business.
Zelda sighed, adjusting the collar of her dress before she pulled her coat on and did it up. That would have to do. She’d be stuck wearing high necklines until the marks faded, but at the very least that was something she wouldn’t have to worry about going forward.
When Lilith came out of the bathroom, Zelda entered, using the toothbrush from last time to brush her teeth. The urge to have a cigarette was growing, and she felt all the more anxious to return to her car, and as such, return to her family.
As it was, she made her way up to the bedroom and found herself sitting on the bed as she watched Lilith sit at a dresser and apply her make-up.
“Will you be running late for school?”
“A little, but I’ve already called Mrs. Meeks and let her know I’m having car trouble,” she said, turning to look at Zelda in the mirror. “I’m sure the children can handle themselves for a few minutes. The other teachers will certainly be there.”
Zelda hummed, familiar with the teachers only by what Sabrina had said. “Sabrina mentioned that Theo quit the football team.”
“Unfortunately, yes. However, I did direct him to the local group in Riverdale. It won’t be as competitive as the high school, but if he’s after the social side, it’s certainly something better than the toxic environment he was in before.”
“And the parents?”
“Oh, unhappy as always. Threatening lawsuits, as usual. But what else are they to do with their miserable lives? Bullies raise bullies, and I do so enjoy breaking them,” she paused then, placing on her lipstick before pulling away. “But if you’re asking non-directly how Sabrina’s going, she’s doing well. Her marks are steady, she has a nice social circle, and she’s often brightly mentioned by her teachers.”
“Of course she is.”
Lilith smiled, settling the lipstick down before she drew her fingers through her hair, fixing it into place. For the amount of time she spent on her image, Zelda was surprised to note that she was surprisingly efficient. Gone from being half asleep, Lilith looked professionally done up in a way that made Zelda long to return home to clean up properly.
“Have everything you need?”
“I do,” Zelda answered.
Lilith walked over and kissed Zelda’s cheek. When she pulled back, her hand cupped Zelda’s face, tilting it to admire the mark she left. “Perfect,” she said and Zelda sighed, moving to the mirror to wipe it off before she followed Lilith out, watching as the woman placed on her coat, grabbing her bag and keys.
The drive back to the town was quiet, and Zelda felt the exhaustion brush through her as she tried to comfortably sit in the seat, before realising that it was just not going to be possible with all the welts. Shifting, she drew her head back and exhaled a sharp breath as, beside her, Lilith laughed.
“You’ll be thinking about me all day,” Lilith teased.
“Mm, plotting my revenge.” She tilted her head and watched as Lilith smirked at her.
“Careful. I might have to call in sick if you keep talking like that.”
It was tempting, and Zelda drew in a breath, considering to ask before she decided again it. They couldn’t let this arrangement affect their work.
Lilith dropped her off by her car, and as she went to step out, she was stopped by a tug on her jacket sleeve. “Don’t forget these,” Lilith said, holding up the lace underwear Zelda had taken off the night before in the car. “They seem important.”
Flushing, she snatched the underwear and stuffed them into her clutch before any passerby could see. “Thank you,” she said tightly.
“Enjoy your day, Zelda.”
Zelda paused, looking at Lilith, and then before she could overthink it, she leant back into the car and kissed the woman’s lips. She felt Lilith’s smile against her own, before she pulled back, licking her lips as she felt her heart flutter. “You too,” she said, before shutting the door, catching Lilith’s pleased expression
When Zelda arrived home, she was greeted by Hilda, who seemed a bit perturbed by the fact she hadn’t returned home the night before. A rush of questions spilled from her sister’s mouth before Zelda glared at her, silencing her concerns. This only resulted in Hilda to move her inquiries to who the “friend” was that she’d stayed overnight with.
“It’s none of your business,” Zelda reminded.
“Well if you have met someone new, they’re more than welcome to come over for Christmas dinner since Sabrina won’t be here,” Hilda advised.
Zelda couldn’t even imagine such a thing. Firstly, there’d be the fallout from Sabrina, who would have an absolute meltdown over the fact that Lilith had been over in their house without her present. Then there would be Hilda’s incessant need to find anything and everything out from Lilith, followed by Lilith who would at every turn make Zelda as uncomfortable as possible by toeing any boundary she put in place.
Though the latter part, she didn’t entirely mind if she was being truthful.
No. There would be no shared dinner. “Thank you sister, but I’m quite certain that there’ll be no need.”
“Oh, well, let me know-–I have work in just a few moments, so I can pop into the grocers after,” Hilda said, looking sad for a reason Zelda couldn’t fathom. Instead of waiting for her sister to stutter out an apology, or another inquiring question, she brushed past, making her way upstairs where she changed her clothes and went down to her office.
The break was a chance to finally allow herself the time to work on her academia.
Sitting down, she took the time to review her emails, before opening up her work. By the time lunch rolled around, Zelda had managed to push out a thousand new words for her work before she took a break to the kitchen, where Ambrose was, making a rather prominent pot of tea.
“Cuppa?” he asked.
“If you don’t mind,” Zelda said, before opening the fridge and flicking through its contents for something easy to deal with. She wasn’t particularly hungry but knew that if she didn’t eat something small at the very least, she was likely to feel unwell later.
“Aunt Hilda mentioned you stayed overnight again, am I to presume this is the same person you stayed with when your car was allegedly bogged?”
“It was bogged.”
“Of course, Auntie,” Ambrose said, pouring the cup of tea. “You look… well I won’t lie, you look exhausted but otherwise happy.”
Zelda scowled, snatching the cup. “What is with this family’s incessant need to snoop in my love life.”
“So there is a love life,” Ambrose said, laughing at Zelda’s scowl. “There’s little else to gossip about except Sabrina’s school. Though there’s interesting gossip to be had there, as well.”
Zelda felt the exhaustion weigh on her as she brought the cup of tea to her mouth. “Tell me it’s not something to be concerned about.”
“It’s not,” Ambrose assured. “Just rumours about Craven being fired due to having an affair with another teacher. Quite the scandal.”
Craven was fired? Zelda’s brows rose. She wondered if that was Lilith’s way of trying to cut off the rotten head of the fish, or if there was something else at play there. “So the school is without a coach?”
“And a P.E. teacher. They’ve got a casual in, but that’s nowhere near as fun as dreaming up the story of Craven having a solicited affair with the Principal and trying to blackmail her.”
Zelda choked on her tea. “With… with Wardwell?” she asked.
“Mm, so the rumours say.”
“I thought Sabrina said they hated each other?”
Ambrose shrugged. “They’re the rumours floating around––but it’s all talk. More than likely, with the repeated bullying occurring, Wardwell had to put her foot down somewhere to look like she was doing something, so she got rid of the teacher. If I were her, I’d be pushing to get rid of the star football player, a true Sun Tzu tactic.”
“Except it’s easier to fire a teacher than it is to expel a student,” Zelda advised. Especially when said student had parents with a fair amount of money and political sway behind them.
“I suppose, but that would still be my tactic,” Ambrose said. “What are you up to today, anyway. Planning for your birthday?”
Zelda sighed. It was that time of year again where her birthday loomed closer, and she had to make plans, or else be fated to her family’s incessant need to celebrate and invite everyone over, despite her assurance that she would prefer a quiet evening in.
“I have plans for my birthday,” she answered. And then realised her mistake.
While her arrangement with Lilith might come in handy and she could politely advise that she would be going out for her birthday, allowing herself to hide away in the woman’s home––it would only make her family all the more curious. Even now she could see Ambrose’s eyes lifting.
Not to mention that there then the concern of having to explain to Lilith why she was hiding out in her home, which would inevitably mean discussing her birthday, which seemed unfortunately early in the conversation.
She ate her food quietly, ignoring her nephew’s prominent stare. “That serious?” he inquired.
“It’s with a friend,” she lied, “not the kind of friend you’re thinking of.”
“So you say, Auntie. But I think the lady doth protest too much.”
Zelda flushed, looking away. “I’m not––“ she sighed. “I’m not dating anyone. I have a friend. Outside of work.”
At that, Ambrose’s eyebrows seem to rise so high up they disappeared into his hairline. “Truly? An honest to god, friend?”
“Don’t be rude, this is still my house that you’re living under.”
Ambrose tapped a hand to his heart, “Of course,” he said with faux sincerity. “But still, friendship for you is rare. You and Constance are the closest I’ve ever seen you with another, and I would barely call you more than work colleagues.”
Zelda scowled at the comment. She and Constance were friends. Even if she didn’t go out, drinking wine on Sunday brunches, or whatever married women did, she still considered Constance one of the few tolerable people, and therefore, her friend.
“Yes, well, circumstances change,” she said.
“So they must. And when will this friend be coming over for dinner, if they are of the dinner party variety?”
“So it’s a she?”
Zelda glared at her nephew, despising how easily he managed to trick her into revealing another fact. “I have work to do,” she advised, standing up and taking her cup of tea with her. “Shouldn’t you be off studying?”
“I’m actually waiting for Luke. We’re going to a poetry reading at Doctor Cee’s.”
“Of course,” she said, voice low. Ambrose looked as though he was going to pose a question before he bit his tongue as a horn beeped outside, signalling, likely, that Luke had arrived. “Bye Auntie. I hope we find more about your mystery woman later.”
Zelda scowled, leaving the room, and managed to get behind her desk, open up her computer when she noticed her phone had a new notification. Clicking it open, she found a text message from Lilith.
Though text message perhaps simplified what it was. It was a request.
Stuck in a meeting
Send me a picture
Zelda felt annoyance rise in her. After all, if she were to send a picture, there was a chance that anyone could have seen the text message were Lilith to open the message nearby anyone. There was absolutely no way that she was sending a picture.
I don’t think so.
A simple, sharp response. There was no way she was going to send Lilith a picture of anything. No matter if she begged nor pleaded. Zelda Spellman had never sent out digital nudes to other people, and she certainly wasn’t starting.
And then just as she was returning to her work, typing out a single sentence, her phone buzzed again.
Take off your underwear
Zelda glared at the screen. She began typing a message and was halfway through her response about how she was busy and didn’t have time to do such things, when her phone buzzed again.
Do as you are told
Glancing to the office door, she ensured it was shut before she found herself tugging off her underwear, and then setting aside, away from any prying eyes were someone to come into the office––though Ambrose was heading off to his poetry reading, and both Hilda and Sabrina were at school and work respectably. The house was empty.
She thought about answering back, but couldn’t find herself coming back with a witty retort. No, if Lilith wanted to play this game, she wanted to know she was leaving the woman just as wound-up.
She took a photo of the underwear and sent it back. And then immediately deleted the photo from her phone––planning to delete the entire conversation later.
It wasn’t a nude so to speak, and as such, she felt comfortable knowing that it was unlikely to come back to her.
There was no response. And Zelda wondered if Lilith was distracted by the meeting, or distracted by the photo.
She could imagine her, twisting in the desk chair, one leg folded over the other as she contemplated a response. A flushed look creeping over her face as she bit her bottom lip.
It was enough to make Zelda draw in a deep breath, calming her speeding heart, and turn back to her work at hand. She managed a single word this time before the phone buzzed, the message notification flashing up.
Unlocking her phone, she read the message.
Masturbate for me.
Zelda swallowed at the words. In all honesty, Lilith would never know. She wouldn’t know if she had or hadn’t, Zelda could lie and say she was and go on and finish her work…
…except Lilith would know, and she would know and in truth, she was already worked up from the messages.
Hiking up her skirt, she leaned back in the chair and drew her fingers over herself. There was a growing arousal and Zelda shivered at the touch, stroking over her sex. There was an excitement know that she was doing this because of Lilith, and a further thrill in imagining her walking into the office and discovering her.
Zelda was familiar with her body, knew where to touch and how to touch to get herself relief. She was halfway to some sort of relief when her phone rang, Lilith’s number lighting up the screen.
Snatching at the phone, she answered it. “Yes?” she asked, letting her annoyance drip through the receiver.
“Someone sounds wound up,” Lilith said.
“Aren’t you meant to be in a meeting?”
“Mm, finished early, what are you up to?” she asked, as if she had no idea what Zelda was up to.
Zelda flushed, “You know perfectly well.”
“I do, but let me hear you say it.”
Zelda flushed, looking at the desktop screen, trying to find the courage. She didn’t know how the woman seemed to make her such a mess, but Zelda squirmed to find the words all the same. It wasn’t a dirty thing, it wasn’t a terrible thing, before Lilith had come along, it’d been a frequent occurrence to burn off steam in otherwise long nights.
But saying it to a woman who had only a few hours ago been drawing her fingers over the same spot was another thing entirely.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“No,” she said. “And I’m masturbating, at your request.”
The woman laughed, “Right now?”
“Well, no, I’m on the phone to you.”
“Mm. And why would that cause you to stop?” she asked. “Be a good girl and let me hear you.”
Zelda drew in a breath, shutting her eyes. The woman was underneath her skin, getting her to do whatever she wanted, and yet Zelda couldn’t help it, feeling herself part her legs again, holding her phone to her shoulder as she slipped beneath her skirt.
She slid between her thighs, stroking at her sex as she bit her lip to hold back the whimpers. Lilith was quiet on the other end, deadly silent and she wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.
“Don’t hold back,” Lilith said, her voice low and coaxing and Zelda shivered, teeth letting go before she gasped and then gave a soft mewling whine.
“Lilith,” she whispered into the phone.
In her ear, she heard Lilith draw in a breath. “Where are you?” Lilith asked, but her voice was swallowed with arousal and Zelda felt pride bite through her.
“At your desk?”
Zelda gave a soft, murmured confirmation, stroking firmer.
“Leg’s spread wide in your chair? Whatever would you do were someone to walk in?”
“You could find out,” Zelda told her. She was teetering on the edge, one leg on the desk, heel pushing against the wood as she felt herself clench, drawing closer and closer. “Find out how wet I am for you. I’d make you get on your knees before me to watch. And then make you clean up the mess.”
Lilith was quiet and Zelda almost went to ask if that had been too much, when the woman spoke, her voice thick with arousal. “Zelda,” it was almost a plead and Zelda felt a power flush through her. She’d done that. She’d made the woman sound like she was on the edge of something.“You have no idea of the effect you have on me,” Lilith told her.
It was said so sweetly and Zelda made a humming agreement, feeling herself pulled closer and closer to climax. She could hear her gasps growing, the orgasm building low and deep within her.
All she wanted was Lilith’s hands to take over, and stroke inside of her, to feel the woman’s mouth slide over her sex.
“Don’t finish!” Lilith said.
Zelda paused, blinking up at the ceiling. “What?”
She heard the woman swallow, as if she had to focus her thoughts before she asked, “What are you doing in two hours?”
Zelda blinked. At three-thirty? She suspected she would be trying to work on her academic paper still, or perhaps reviewing her classwork again, reading through other academic journals.
“I don’t have any plans.”
“Come to my office.”
Zelda flushed. “At three-thirty?”
Lilith paused, and then there was the noise of flicking papers before she seemed to groan. “Four,” she advised.
“I can do four.”
“Good. I look forward to seeing you.” And then Lilith spoke, the confidence in her voice returning. “Don’t finish.”
The line clicked off and then Zelda was sitting back in her desk chair, feeling the relief drain away as frustration built up inside of her. She needed Lilith, needed her desperately to bend her over a desk and fuck her until she was pushing her away––and then maybe one more.
She thought about finishing. About stroking quickly between her thighs, or making her way up the stairs, but she didn’t. Her Queen had asked and so she would obey.
She swallowed thickly, and then looked to her underwear. There was no point putting them back on, she would only end up ruining them again.
Getting up from her desk, she washed her hands before settling back at her desk, trying to push the thoughts of Lilith from her mind as she began working on the academic article.
It took a few attempts, but she was able to finally push out a few hundred words––sloppy as they were and in desperate need of editing––nonetheless, it was words on the paper. Or on a word processor as it was. Still, something to be pleased about.
And then she was grabbing her coat and pulling it on. Likely, Sabrina would be home soon, so Zelda took the notepad in the foyer, and wrote a message on it for her, advising that she would be out, but would return for dinner––promising herself the same thing. If she spent another night at Lilith’s she was going to raise too many questions she didn’t want to answer.
And then Zelda was getting into her car and driving to Baxter High. It didn’t take long to find the Principal’s office and thankfully, the assistant wasn’t there.
Walking to the door, presented with Principal Mary L. Wardwell, she turned the handle and was presented with Lilith sitting in her office chair, pen in hand as she worked on whatever paperwork had her mind filled.
“Zelda,” she said, looking up at her. The joy that washed over her face was enough to make Zelda feel a warm flush fill her. Lilith was genuinely pleased to see her.
Zelda pushed the office door shut, ensuring it locked behind her as she made her way over the room and sat down in the chair before Lilith, as she’d done not so long ago when she’d first become aware of who she truly was.
Circumstances were different, and she watched as Lilith set down her pen, her chin coming to sit up on propped up hand as she looked across the desk at her.
“It is so lovely to see you.”
“And you,” she responded, anticipation biting over her. She didn’t know what was going to happen, if she was going get thrown on the desk and utterly fucked, or if Lilith was going to tease her dreadfully. As it was, she was happy either way.
“I enjoyed our little conversation earlier.”
“As did I.”
Lilith smirked, and then she was sitting up tall behind her desk, pushing back in her chair before she rose to her feet. Zelda watched as she moved to the front of the desk, before leaning back against it, standing before Zelda, eyes running over her as she seemed to contemplate exactly what she wanted to do.
“I had a plan,” Lilith advised, “But now you’re here, I have half a mind to just…” and she trailed off, biting her lip.
“What was the plan?”
Lilith stepped closer and then she was holding out her hand. Zelda reached out and took it, allowing herself to be lifted into a standing position before she found herself guided by Lilith to be sitting behind the desk, on Lilith’s chair. The woman unzipped Zelda’s skirt, dropping it to the ground, and then grinned at the sight.
“No underwear, how naughty,” Lilith said, as she nudged Zelda’s legs wider apart. And then, when Zelda was certain that the woman was going to touch between her legs, she sat back, leaning against the edge of the desk in a seemingly relaxed position, and smiled at Zelda.
Oh, Zelda realised.
Lilith smiled at her, and made a general gesture with her hand, implying well enough that she expected Zelda to start.
Zelda swallowed and leaned back in the chair, and then, with her eyes steady on Lilith’s, she began to masturbate before her.
The moment that she started to touch herself––the nervousness of it encouraging blood flow to her sex and making it all the more sensitive––she watched as Lilith’s mischievous expression turned hungry. The smile slipping away as she watched Zelda like there was nothing else in the room.
Zelda stroked, and as she found herself more and more comfortable, encouraged by the hungry expression, she rose one leg to press against the desk, spreading her thighs further apart to allow Lilith a grander visual.
Her breaths were soft, and then she moaned, biting her lip, feeling herself get carried away in the show of it. And then her eyes were falling shut as she rocked closer and closer to climax.
Just before she reached the goal, Lilith’s hands pulled hers away and Zelda opened her eyes to see the woman kneeling before her. “I thought I could just watch,” she said. “But turns out the show you put on is better than I realised.”
“I’ve had experience,” Zelda said.
Lilith grinned, and then her head was bowing, eyes holding her as she gave a long, slow lick from one end to the other of there sex, slipping over the labia to up and around the clit, and then with the single tease done, Lilith’s hands gripped her thighs, tugging her forward on the seat before she began the most sinful thing possible with her tongue.
Zelda didn’t need to put on a show with her moans. Every breath, every sigh, every keened whine was honestly drawn from her throat by the woman’s tongue, and then before she could so much as find herself used to such a thing, she felt Lilith’s fingers slide inside of her.
“Mary Mother,” she hissed.
“Oh, I do love fucking a catholic girl.”
“Not…I’m not…” Zelda tried to argue, before the words faded on her tongue.
“You were raised catholic though, weren’t you?” she asked as she fingers stroked inside of her before her tongue returned to swirling around. “I can tell when you use my name in vain.”
“Lilith,” she whined, feeling a familiar flutter grow inside of her. If the woman wasn’t careful, she was going to end up squirting again, and Zelda wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that in the office for a second time. It’d been embarrassing and…
Her thoughts faded as she clutched at the arms of the chair, gasping as she felt tongue and fingers and the barest drawing of teeth as Lilith sucked decadently against her.
“Mm?” Lilith hummed and Zelda felt her legs squeeze, head rolling back in the chair.
Zelda cried out, louder than she realised, and felt the familiar gush of wetness rush with the climax as her cry turned to a whimper and she tried to pull away––Lilith didn’t allow her, and the woman’s tongue continued to draw over her until Zelda was whimpering again. And then, with the second climax spilling from her, only then did Lilith pull back, rising to her feet.
Sinking in the chair, Zelda sighed and felt an exhaustion pull over her as the double climax continued to trembled down her spine, blood flow pulsing between her legs.
“What a lovely mess,” Lilith said, as she stared between Zelda’s legs to where there was a prominent wet spot on the chair. But before Zelda could respond, there was a knock at the door.
“––incipal Wardwell?” came a muffled, feminine voice.
Lilith closed her eyes, looking annoyed as she tilted her head. “I’ll deal with it,” she assured as panic began to claw at Zelda.
Zelda pulled herself into the desk, realising her skirt remained hopelessly tossed on the floor as she watched Lilith walked over to the office door and unlocked it, opening it up––but thankfully blocking the person from seeing.
“I heard a scream.”
“Mm, unfortunately, we have a mouse problem, Mrs, Meeks. I will need you to call the exterminator tomorrow if you don’t mind.”
“Of course, I can do it now––“
“No, no, you’ve finished for the day. Go home and enjoy dinner with your family,” Lilith coaxed gently. “It’s nothing that won’t wait another day.”
“We should get on top of it as quickly as possible.”
“I agree, but one day won’t make a difference.”
“Okay, well as long as you’re alright.”
“I am. Thank you for your concern. Now, if you don’t mind I have some office work to finish up. Enjoy your evening.” And then there was a murmur of a polite goodbye before the door was shut, and then locked and Lilith was smiling as she made her way back.
“That could have gone worse,” Zelda commented.
Lilith shook her head. “You worry too much. Besides, you like the danger of it.”
She couldn’t deny that, but she disliked that the woman knew her so well. Turning away she huffed and nudged at the desk, pushing back on the chair to grab at her skirt. “Well, as fun as this is, I should get back to my family before they become any more suspicious of my whereabouts.”
“If you don’t want them to know we’re having sex, it might do well to introduce us as friends,” Lilith commented. “That way it won’t involve so much espionage if we run into each other during school events.”
Zelda’s mouth parted to respond, before she considered her words. It wasn’t the worst idea.
“Unless you’re embarrassed?”
“No, it’s not that. I…enjoy having my family not be apart of this,” she admitted, before looking up at Lilith. “It’s just ours.”
“I’m not going to become theirs because we’re friends, Zelda.”
“You don’t know my family.”
“Well, I would say I’m somewhat familiar with your sister and niece. This would just be a formality.”
Zelda nodded, there was a certain truth to the words, but she wanted to keep the relationship between them––keep it sacred.
“Not to mention, there’s still a sense of espionage in it to keep them from knowing that I’m fucking you, if you do enjoy that element. I’m sure that great big home of yours has many secluded areas to explore.”
Zelda flushed, that was the last thing she needed. And yet, she couldn’t help but imagine Lilith in her office, on her knees. With the great big desk present, Lilith naked underneath as Zelda spread her legs wide for her…it would make a rather lovely image to keep for herself.
“Fine,” she relented, leaning back in the desk chair, all the more aware that she was having the conversation half-naked. “You can come over for dinner.”
Lilith’s smile widened. “Wonderful. Pick a night and I’ll make sure I’m available.”
Zelda drew in a breath, closing her eyes. She could already sense that it was likely to go downhill and knew that half the argument was made because of an orgasmic stupor the woman had left her, but when Lilith smiled at her like that, it was difficult to remain upset.
“How about Saturday night, next week?” she asked. “I could probably arrange a small dinner party with a few people.”
“I can do Saturday.” And then Lilith was leaning forward and kissing her sweetly and Zelda couldn’t help but feel softened by it. Tension rolled from her as she felt Lilith draw her hands up her thighs, to her hips, before she began coaxing the blouse off from her. “May I have one, small favour?” Lilith asked as she bit her neck, fingers sliding behind Zelda to undress her blouse and bra from her too, leaving her naked in the chair
Zelda relented, “what favour?”
And then Lilith was reaching into a handbag she had by her desk, pulling something out from it. Zelda tried to glance, but the woman hit it behind her back as she kissed her again, a hand on the curve of her neck to steady her as her tongue slide over Zelda’s mouth, teasing her lips apart before she pulled away. “Would you mind if I indulged in a brief fantasy?” and then she was revealing the object behind her back, holding it out between them.
Zelda looked it over and felt a blush rise to her face before she looked up at Lilith. “Nipple clamps?”
“Oh yes,” Lilith said.
“You just have those casually in your handbag?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she asked, eyes flashing. “May I?”
It seemed a small thing, and Zelda wasn’t sure why this was a fantasy, but she agreed with a shrug of her shoulders, more amused than anything. Adjusting in her seat, she watched as Lilith grinned as she took one clamp and attached it onto the nipple.
Zelda hissed in a breath, they remained sensitive from the orgasm and the sharpness, although pleasant, was still painful. Lilith seemed to laugh to herself, amused by her hiss as she fixed the clamp to her other nipple.
Zelda drew in a breath and felt the pain slip over her. It was sharp and tight, enough that it sparked through it, but like everything else, she couldn’t deny the pleasure that hummed low through her.
“Is that all?” Zelda asked.
Lilith bit her lip. “No,” she admitted. And then, with more shyness than Zelda expected, Lilith turned away, biting her lip as a red blush spilled across her cheeks. “But it’s enough for now,” and then she smiled at Zelda.
“You can tell me,” Zelda said. “The worst I’ll say is no.”
Lilith nodded and then smiled. “I want to photograph you like this while you’re masturbating,” she admitted. “You can delete the photos after. I’ve just had this fantasy of catching you in my office masturbating, and then you…ask me to record you,” she admitted, and Zelda felt a flush warm straight through her body.
Had Lilith asked it of her only a day ago, she would have flatly refused. But knowing the power she had from sending the photo, knowing the effect it caused and watching how Lilith’s control had seemed to slip when she watched her before…Zelda couldn’t help but admit that the idea of it was tantalising.
“And if I agree, I will delete them,” Zelda said. “If I so choose?”
“You will,” Lilith agreed.
“You’ll use my phone,” Zelda said. Their phones were the same make anyway, so it wouldn’t matter with regards to the camera lens. But it gave her the comfort of control. Lilith’s smile widened and she stood up. “And I’ll consider this an early Christmas gift.”
Lilith’s expression turned into unadulterated hunger, as she reached into the discarded jacket Zelda had brought, and plucked her phone from its pocket. She tilted the phone while moving around the desk, until she was satisfied with the camera angle.
And then, Zelda was sinking low in the chair, legs up on the desk, to repeat round two of masturbation.
This time, she put on more of a show than she had before. She was well-familiar with photography, so it was easy to indulge and let herself melt into the touch of her own hands again
And then when she came, teeth biting on her lower lip, Zelda couldn’t help but feel it rock through her with a sudden spark that dragged over her spine.
Exhausted, she dropped, panting as she pulled her fingers away, and then Lilith was staring at her, a new hunger forming as she walked around to the chair. Tugging Zelda to her feet, so she sat behind her and pulled the woman on her lap before pulling up the camera roll.
There were over three dozen photos, and Lilith flicked through all before returning to one particular photo, and somehow managing to change the image to a high-contrasted black and white photo.
“I like this one,” Lilith said in her ear softly, fingers drawing over her thigh. “If I could, I’d have that framed and mounted in my bedroom.”
“I’m sure you would,” Zelda said, but she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t at all like a photo she expected. She remembered seeing a boyfriend’s porn magazines and the imagines of fingers spreading their labia wide open with bright, shiny smiles and glistening skin.
The photo Lilith had taken of her wasn’t like that. She’d captured her face in a softened moment, with her brow pressed, lips tugging into a smile as she looked not at the camera lens, but presumably at Lilith. Her leg was manoeuvred in such a way that you couldn’t see her sex, but there was no mistaking what she was doing by her hand placement.
Taking the phone from her, Zelda clicked and deleted all the photos except the black and white one, before sending a copy of it to Lilith. “But you better get me a necklace for Christmas.”
“What about a pearl necklace?” Lilith teased.
Zelda’s mouth twisted with disgust, turning to face the woman only for her lips to catch hers.
“A gold necklace it is,” Lilith murmured against her mouth.