I Wanna See You Looking Up 🍋
In which Amaryllis and Nadia make a little exchange. 2.3k words
Part 1 of ?
(nsfw: bdsm, pet play, degradation, brat taming)
“So how shall it go, poupée?” Amaryllis looks Vissenta over, admiring the wine-colored leather straps that cross her torso, at the way the gold rings holding the straps together glint in the lamplight, and they wind the gold chain of the leash in their fingers. “Will you be a good girl for Nadia, or should I tell her that you need to be tamed?”
With a growl, Vissenta bowls Amaryllis over onto the bed. The prospect of spending a weekend with Nadia is thrilling, yes, but she doesn’t want to go yet. She wants to have one last tumble with Amaryllis, and the more spirited, the better. After all, Nadia shouldn’t be the only one leaving marks on her this weekend.
She pins Amaryllis’ shoulders down and bares her teeth in a grin, snapping them a little as she grinds against their hip. “When have I ever been a good girl?”
Amaryllis’ eyes flash up at her as they yank her down by her leash to skim their teeth along her throat. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” The flat of their palm lands a sharp, cracking blow on Vissenta’s thigh, and almost immediately they rake the points of their nails down along her skin until Vissenta hisses and growls again. “I haven’t even told you how you’ll be delivered to Nadia’s chambers.”
Vissenta sinks her teeth in Amaryllis’ neck, still grinding her bare pussy against them, her breath coming in heavy pants as the tension in her groin builds. “On a leash?”
In one smooth motion, Amaryllis rolls them both over, taking hold of Vissenta’s wrists to pin them over her head as soon as she’s on her back. Their hair falls in a red curtain around Vissenta’s face, and Vissenta is overwhelmed with the scent of rose oil, momentarily forgetting that she wants to put up a fight. Instead, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, moaning softly as Amaryllis leans down to brush their lips to hers. But the gentle kiss is punctuated with a sharp bite, and her eyes fly open as she gasps. “No,” Amaryllis whispers, their voice low and dark. “Especially since it seems I have a rabid bitch on my hands.”
Vissenta wriggles, bringing her legs up to wrap around Amaryllis’ waist to try and pull them down to her. They’re strong, though, and they release their hold on her wrists - but not before working a spell to keep those wrists pinned in place - to reach down and slap her haunches again, wresting her thighs apart to pin her to the bed, splayed wide open before them. They pause for a moment to look at her, a smirk playing on their lips as they run a finger through her folds, as if they’re inspecting a new toy that’s been brought in for their approval. When Vissenta whimpers, they tear their gaze away, bringing it up to meet hers. Their tone softens, along with their expression, and their thick brows quirk up in concern. “Are we all right?”
Nodding, Vissenta licks her lips. “Allons.”
With their own brisk nod, the wicked gleam returns to Amaryllis’ eyes, their face once more a mask of cool indifference with more than a little danger. The sight makes Vissenta sigh, her heart and stomach doing that strange dance that always happens when all she can think about is how much she loves them, and how much she loves the games they play.
It takes her a moment to remember how she’s supposed to be playing, though. She writhes again, realizing with a start that her thighs are now pinned down by magic, and she watches Amaryllis stand. They move just outside of her line of vision, no matter how much she cranes her head, and she summons up another irate growl. “Afraid to tame me yourself?”
“You and I both know I’d break you, chienne.” Amaryllis must be moving something large, as they let out a small grunt before circling back to where Vissenta can see them. “And I did promise Nadia that I would deliver a pet with spirit.” And with that, they snap their fingers, and Vissenta can’t move her head to look anywhere but up, her eyes trained on the burgundy gauze drape of the bed canopy.
First, leather cuffs are fastened to her wrists and ankles, though once Amaryllis releases their hold, she’s still magically held down to the bed, spread open and helpless. Vissenta still can only stare upward, whimpering as Amaryllis switches the barbells at the tips of her breasts with gold rings - “to lead you around, of course” - and leans over her to tease her lips with their own plunging neckline.
She yelps when she feels Amaryllis run an oil-slicked finger down along the line of her cunt, and then further down, stroking and teasing her taut rosette open. Their finger is soon replaced by a cool, smooth tip - a plug, Vissenta knows, and she feels fur brush against her thigh, and she shivers when she realizes just which plug - and they slowly work it into her, murmuring a spell all the while that makes the plug itself start to softly thrum. “One hole filled,” they say, pinching Vissenta’s thigh until she yelps again. “And now for the second.”
The curved glass toy slides in easily, and Amaryllis pauses as they press their hands down to still the bucking of Vissenta’s hips as she struggles against the invisible bonds. “Eager little thing,” they purr, flicking a nail against Vissenta’s taut nipple. “Shall you like to see how I’ll deliver you to the Countess?”
Vissenta regains her movement, then, and she sits up, scrabbling for Amaryllis and seizing them by the wrists as she snaps her teeth again, catching the pale freckled flesh of their upper arm in her bite. “Do I have to go now?”
They yank her by the cuffs on her wrists, roughly pulling her to stand and turning her around as they clip the cuffs to the rings along the back of her body harness. “You’ll go,” they murmur into her ear. “And you’ll go however I want you to.”
It’s only then that Vissenta sees the large kennel, a box made of open metalwork, slim bars criss-crossing over one another around a wide, flat, cushioned base. It was surely originally made for a large dog - perhaps even one of the late Count’s dogs - and while luxurious for an animal, the sight of it makes her cheeks flame in exquisite humiliation. She twists her head around to try and catch Amaryllis’ lips between her teeth. “I’m not going in that thing.”
“You are,” Amaryllis replies, an edge to their voice now as they press a small, round bell into Vissenta’s open palm. “And you’ll go quietly, chienne.”
“I will n—“ Vissenta’s cut off as Amaryllis brings the muzzle up over her head, pressing the leather panel’s plug between her lips as they cover the lower half of her face and start buckling the straps in place. She mewls when they give her a sharp tap on the rear, their signal for her to move forward. Resigned, she acquiesces, stepping into the kennel and giving Amaryllis a doleful glare as they look her up and down with another one of their wicked smiles.
“And that’s the third hole filled.” They step back to admire their handiwork, grinning as the toys inside of Vissenta hum to life, stopping only when she’s on the brink of coming, her knees shaking and her moans loud even behind the muzzle. “Sit.” Amaryllis punctuates the command with a snap of their fingers, and when Vissenta obstinately refuses to do so, they step forward, taking hold of her leash and yanking her down. “I said sit, chienne têtue.”
When Vissenta finally obeys, they follow her, bending down to seek out the clips on her ankle cuffs in order to fasten them to the rings in the straps around her thighs. “Nadia isn’t as tolerant of disobedience, you know.” They push down on her upper back, until she bends forward, and they swing the top of the kennel shut and latch it. With a flick of their wrists, they drape a thick length of fabric over the crate, shrouding Vissenta in darkness. “Perhaps this weekend will teach you some better manners.”
Vissenta growls again behind her muzzle, but the growl turns to a whine when the plugs vibrate anew. And with that, the kennel is wheeled into the hall.
It’s not a long walk to the Countess’ chambers, but to Vissenta, the journey feels torturously slow. All she can do is kneel, folded over as she is, and listen to the soft voices above her as Nadia opens the door.
“Don’t be nervous,” Amaryllis says soothingly, and Vissenta knows they’re speaking to Deirdra. Their tone changes, however, as they rap on the top of the kennel. “Nadia?”
“I’d like her groomed and taught some new tricks.”
Nadia chuckles. “So not fully broken and tamed?”
The words make Vissenta’s cunt clench around the curved toy inside of her, and she whimpers. “No,” she hears Amaryllis say, after a moment’s pause. “No, I believe I like her best with a little spirit.”
“As will I, I imagine.” Nadia begins to move the kennel. “I’ll see you in two day’s time, darling.”
Deirdra’s voice is shaky and breathless. “Of… of course.”
“Come along.” Amaryllis’ voice fades as they lead Deirdra back down the way they’d come. “You and I will have a marvelous time.”
The door to the Countess’ rooms clicks softly shut, and the fabric is drawn back from over the kennel. Vissenta cranes her neck up and blinks, moaning again behind the muzzle as the humming of the plugs begin their relentless cycle anew.
“Oh, you are a lovely package,” Nadia coos, unlatching the kennel and swinging the top back before she guides Vissenta up to sitting. She strokes Vissenta’s hair as she begins to work at the buckles that hold the muzzle in place. “But for tonight, we’ll take away these trappings.”
A hot meal and even hotter bath later, Vissenta is in a daze, seated on the plush bed at the head of the room as Nadia runs a boar-bristle brush through her hair, wondering what exactly is going on. “Countess—“
“Nadia,” the other woman replies, coming around to sit across from Vissenta, her deep red lips curving up in a gentle smile. “Vissenta, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Nadia?”
She grimaces. “Sorry Coun— Nadia.” Nervously, she tugs her robe tighter across her chest, frowning as she searches for the words. “I was fine, the way I was. I thought that was how… how we were doing things.”
“Well of course it is,” Nadia replies smoothly. “At least, it will be. But given that you’re here for two days, instead of two hours, I wanted us to have a chance to… converse. Sketch out the blueprints, as it were, to make absolutely certain that we have an understanding.”
Nodding, Vissenta runs her own hands through her hair, nervously twirling a strand around her finger as she continues to stare at the pattern of the robe that falls to her knee. “I have my words with Amie, and I can just use them, if that’s okay.”
“Vissenta.” Nadia’s tone, soft as it is, brooks no argument, and it effectively makes Vissenta look up to give her undivided attention. “This is about more than safe words. This is to let you know that I respect you, and I respect Amaryllis, and…” She leans forward to take one of Vissenta’s hands in her own. “As forward as it might seem, I do care for you. We are here to enjoy ourselves and, most importantly, to trust and care for each other, just as we care for our own spouses.” She levels her garnet gaze at Vissenta. “Speak to me as Nadia. Not as your Countess.”
Biting her lip, Vissenta takes a deep breath. “Nadia. I… gods, you’re a gorgeous woman, and there’s not too many people I want to…” She twists her mouth in a wry smile. “Well. Try to break me, I guess.”
Nadia quirks a brow. “And I’m honored to be one of those few.”
They both start to laugh, and Vissenta feels a little of the tension in her chest ebb away. “I’m sorry. I guess I never thought of you as someone I could just…”
“Talk to?” Nadia’s grin is infectious. “Well, I do suppose we’ve not done much talking when you’ve spent time here, have we?”
Vissenta feels her cheeks flush warm. “I… well, you weren’t complaining.”
“Certainly not.” Nadia laughs softly. “I just want, above all else, for you to be comfortable, and to enjoy yourself. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
Vissenta can’t help but look at Nadia shyly, then, ducking her chin to hide the way her blush has spread to the rest of her face. “I want…” She clears her throat. “I want to see just how far you can push me.”
With a smirk, Nadia shifts, pushing herself back to recline on the bed. “Dangerous words, dear girl. Dangerous words indeed.”
When Vissenta moves to join her, the Countess shakes her head. “Ah-ah.” She points at the floor, on the other side of the bed, and when Vissenta follows the line of her finger, she sees a large, round cushion, with a single pillow and folded blanket in its center. “My pets sleep on the floor, dear girl.”
Vissenta’s heart is hammering as she slides from the bed and crawls to the cushion, spreading out the blanket and preparing to slide beneath it.
She makes a mewling whine as she shucks off her robe and crawls under the impossibly soft blanket, cheeks burning and head already swimming again at the way Nadia’s voice has shifted, taking on a commanding tone that sends warmth pooling between Vissenta’s legs. She curls up on the cushion, tempted to reach down to ease the ache there, until Nadia speaks again.
“You will not come unless it is by my hand.” The lights around them dim, and Vissenta can hear Nadia settling in above. “Now, get some rest. Tomorrow, the real work begins.”