Priorities

Arms as soft as silk enveloped her. She sighed happily and rolled over, creating a cocoon of sheets in which they could both gestate until they were ready to emerge and face the day.

“Love you.” He whispered in her ear.

She smiled and nuzzled his neck.  “I love me too.”

He pushed her away gently. “You sap. I don’t know how I survive when you insist on drenching me in such saccharine. By all rights I should have drowned long ago.”

She dragged the sheets from his torso with malicious glee. “Go on then, go be a grown up. I’ll be here all warm and blissfully, blissfully asleep.” He snatched at the warm fabric but she had a tight grip. With a sigh he got up, stretching his long torso in the pale morning light. She admired it absentmindedly, already compiling a list of things to do that day.

“Do we need any eggs?” she called out as he stepped into the shower.

“What?” he yelled over the roar of water.

“Do we need any- oh for heavens sake.” She muttered and threw the tangle of sheets aside. Stark naked she marched into the bathroom.

“Do we need any e-“ she trailed off as she saw his glistening torso. Jets of water cascaded down his muscular back.

He looked over his shoulder, brown eyes bright with curiosity. “Hm?”

She licked her lips. The list could wait.

She slid a hand under the firm curve of his butt cheek and squeezed.

“Oh.” He grinned and turned the water off. “Do we have any extra time?”

“We can make time.” She declared. He had barely stepped out of the shower when she pushed him up against the wall. Hands gripping his wet locks she bit his lower lip. Pressing their naked bodies together she forced him against the cold tiles. He shivered, sending tremors through her body as well. She grinded her hips against him, taking delight in eliciting responses that were only half derived from pleasure.

“I have a m-m-meeting at te-“ he tried to interrupt but she grabbed him by the base of his hair and dragged him out into the bedroom. Without ceremony she threw him down onto the bed and straddled him. The sheets turned translucent under his wet form. She grinned down at him and pinned his arms above his head. “They can wait. I can’t.”

He gasped as she thrust herself onto his already hard member and clenched. Releasing one hand she dragged her nails down the exposed flesh of his torso. The young man at her mercy threw his head back with a cry and nearly kicked the lamp off the dresser.

She rocked on top of him, striking her clit with just enough force to pleasure herself but denying him the full penetration he so sorely desired. In minutes he was trying to thrust up into her. She chuckled. Her thighs had far more experience at pinning moving objects than he had at bucking them.

When he realized he was outmatched he resorted to looking up at her pleadingly.

“Say it.” She hissed, leaning down close enough to brush his lips with her own.

He shook his head. She lifted herself off and hovered, just covering the tip with her burning flesh.

He looked up at her with a mix of desperation and determination.

She raised an eyebrow and with great precision, rocked gently.

The gorgeous man practically bit through his own lip in frustration.

“Okay okay please, fucking please fuck me!” he wailed, mouth stretched to its limit. The cry ‘fuck me’ echoed off the bathroom tiles, mocking him.

“Please what?” she said, trying to sound coy. She clenched in a syncopated rhythm and watched his face contort in priceless unfulfilled pleasure.

“Please please fuck please m-m-“ he stuttered, unable to speak. She lifted her hips and let him slide out of her.

“Mistress!” He gasped, forcing the word out. “Fuck I need to come!”

She complied, driving herself down on his shaft again and again. He bucked underneath her, and together their frenzied efforts brought him to the edge of ecstacy. With a shout that alerted the whole street he came, filling her eager body like so many times before. He went limp, panting. As she wrestled control with her breathing she allowed herself to admire the red flush that filled his normally pale cheeks. She had done that.

Replete in her pride she pulled herself off and leant down to nip his ear. He twitched but didn’t move away.

“Did you come?” he asked breathlessly.

“You’ll never know.” She purred. “Now get up, you’re late.”

“Fuck.” He moaned and rolled over.

“Check.” She replied cheerfully and removed it from her mental list. It was going to be a good day.

– J. B. Sutherland

Glitterbomb

Glitter knew she shouldn’t have gone this way. The tunnel had none of the familiar charm that soaked her home suburb. This one was cold and dark with just a hint of urine. A territorial animals marking, she preferred to think. But there was no other way to bypass the local hotspots without drawing attention to her already broken cover. So the tunnel it was.

She rounded a barely lit corner, watching for any movement reflected in the puddles. Something flickered. She flattened herself against a wall. A cockroach scurried out of the murk.

Bloody pests.

Glitter regretted not for the first time ditching her shoes as she fled the exchange point. A decent turn of speed was great until you spent an hour walking over slimy tarmac and a malicious selection of sharp rocks.

A red blip illuminated the shadows.

Finally.

Glitter felt for the small sensor light and peeled it off from its perch near the ceiling. ‘Hospital gowns and frowns.’

‘Etiquette is your best bet.’

‘I’ve been compromised.’

The person on the end of the receiver sighed. ‘3rd time Glitter. The team doesn’t have space for screw-ups right now.’

‘Just sent Jake and I’ll kiss his arse later.’

‘What happened to your phone?’

‘Its also compromised.’

‘…you dropped it in the toilet again, didn’t you?’

‘I had a bra situation! You try holding a clutch purse with satin gloves.’

‘For fucks sake, you’re a woman, I thought all this stuff came encoded in your DNA or something.’

‘Yeah well, I must be one of a kind then.’

‘Sending recovery. Get home now and report in the morning. You know where.’

‘Thanks ace.’

‘Just get out already before a train derails from your mere toxic presence.’

‘Jackass.’

Glitter used the red light to check her watch. If she hurried she could get four hours sleep before the team ripped her to shreds. It would have to do.

She headed into the darkness and nearly collided with someone walking the other way.

‘Sorry.’ the girl smiled sheepishly. ‘I forget there are other night owls. …are you okay?’

Glitter managed to calm the trained instinct to incapacitate the girl. The collision had spiked her adrenaline in a way she really didn’t need right now. She was already running on reserves.

‘Fine.’ she muttered and slid past the girl.

‘Are you sure? Your dress is torn. Did you fall?’

Only three metres down a flight of stairs. ‘Fashion statement.’

The girl turned to follow. ‘I can fix it if you hold on a sec.’ she fumbled in her bag. ‘I always carry my sewing kit. Then you wont have to hold it up.’

Glitter turned to give a long cool stare at the annoyingly helpful civilian. ‘Maybe I like it this way.’

The girl was already breaking some dark thread with her teeth. ‘Well I don’t.’

She grabbed a handful of fabric below where Glitter was clutching it to her thighs. ‘It’ll only take a sec.’ she insisted. The needle was already through the fabric.

‘Fine, just staple the thing and go. Its late.’

The girl laughed. ‘are you kidding? It’s early.’ She looped the torn mess into a makeshift bustle and knotted the thread. ‘You have nice legs. Do you run or something?’

‘Yeah. A lot.’ Mostly from people who wanted her dead or at least crippled.

‘But you’re so pale.’ a hand brushed her lower thigh. ‘You must be a night runner.’

‘Y-yeah.’ Glitter agreed, unable to stop the hot blush from flooding her cheeks. The girl was stroking her leg now, the dress forgotten.

‘So um, thanks for the help but I gotta-g-got-‘

The hand had travelled to the inside of her thigh and was creeping higher, tracing maddeningly slow circles the length of her leg.

Glitter swallowed and looked down. The girl was watching her with an innocent smile and a wicked glint in her eye.

Glitter felt her loins pang with sudden hot desire that completely bypassed any important analysis her brain was trying to accomplish. ‘Y-y-you-‘

‘i like these tunnels.’ the girl commented. ‘You never know what you’re going to find.’

‘N-name?’ the circles were getting higher and slower. Glitter could feel the blood pulsing in her groin. The pain would follow soon if she didn’t do something.

‘Call me… Mistress kitty.’

Glitter snorted with laughter and gasped as the knuckles brushed her underwear.

‘And what shall I call you?’ Mistress kitty mused. Glitter mewled as the hand brushed again ever so lightly. ‘How about… Slave.’ The girl rose swiftly to grab the back of Glitteres neck. She tilted the head back and chuckled. ‘And slave doesn’t get a say.’

Glitter opened her mouth to object and found it occupied by a firm and pierced tongue. She moaned as the small metal nub rubbed against her own unopened flesh.

Kitty pulled away. ‘Good girl.’

She tore the bodice from Glitteres chest. ‘Oops. GuessI’ll have to fix that… too.’

Glitter arched as kitty enveloped her breast with her soft wet mouth and bit. The stranger nipped and sucked her way up to the neck where she set about marking her slave. Glitter yelped as her pain threshold was breached. Kitty dug her nails into the back of her neck and pulled back. ‘Slave gets no say.’

She crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss, teeth piercing soft skin. Kitty licked the copper fluid from Glitteres bleeding lip and growled.

Glitter was halfway between ecstasy and agony when kitty gripped her ribs and squeezed, hard. Her knees buckled and she fell against kitty. Her cries echoed off the tunnel walls.

‘Are you fucking me or punishing me?’ she gasped. Kitty chuckled her throaty laugh again. ‘Why cant it be both?’ she murmured. ‘Afterall-” she slammed her against a wall ‘-you fucked me!’

Glitter doubled over and gasped for breath as kitty grabbed a fistful of hair and tries to throw her face first into the rocky tarmac. Glitter rolled, taking Kitty’s balance in exchange for a burning scalp as hair tore out. She kicked sideways, trying to take out the ankles and missed.

Kitty landed on her butt and raged at her. ‘You stupid bitch! All you had to do was give Juan the packet and enjoy the champagne. Why’d you have to flirt with the dick?’

‘I was trying to act natural. Who the hell are you anyway?’

‘I’m Juan’s fiance!’

‘I did you a favour then. The guys a dick.’

‘But he was my dick! If you’d just been your lesbian self-‘

‘Bi-sexual! Why does everyone jump to lesbian?’

‘Maybe they get confused by your massive lumberjack thighs.’

‘Oh fuck you bitch. Least I have thighs. Try getting out of your chauffer-driven carriage and walking a few blocks and you might have some too.’

The women glared at each other, panting.

‘God you’re hot when you’re angry.’ Glitter admitted. ‘If you ever need a free fuck-‘

‘Save it. I may be single now but I’m still straight.’

‘Oh is that what you are? I got confused by the whole tongue down my throat thing five minutes before.’

‘There was a lot of free champagne.’

‘And we all know champagne turns straight girls bi.’

Kitty flushed bright red.

Glitter got to her knees and crawled over. ‘You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that just a little bit.’

Kitty bit her lip and looked away. After a tense moment moment of silence she admitted, ‘Juan doesn’t let me take control. He hasn’t even touched me in a month. We’re supposed to be getting married and he wont even kiss me anymore…’

‘Honey, I hate to tell you this, but Juan’s gay. You’re his beard.’

‘The hell I am!’

‘He’s called Juan for chrissakes. Of course he’s gay. He’d have to be to not be tapping you. Hell, I want to tap you and I’m pretty sure you just gave me a permanent bald spot.’

Kitty grinned devilishly. ‘Well… I could make it up to you. You know. At my place.’

‘Good cos I am freezing my ass off here. Staple some of this skirt round my chest and lets go.’

Glitter crawled into headquarters an hour late. Nobody seemed too upset. This made her deeply suspicious.

‘Mitch, what’s the sitch?’ she asked the tech guy who had been manning the communications line the night before.

He grinned at her. ‘Oh, I’ve just been sharing some interesting audio we got from one of our transit bugs.’

‘Very interesting.’ Jake agreed.

Mitch played the audio. Glitter flushed crimson as she heard her own moan reverberating off concrete walls.

‘Nice damage control.’ Jake commented. ‘I assume she has the packet?’

Glitter looked him blankly. ‘Of course. And a tracker.’

‘Great. Next time do it without breaking the rich guy’s arm over a balcony, ok?’

‘He grabbed my arse.’

‘Sounds like his ex did a lot more than that’. He grinned. ‘Just keep using those lesbian powers for good and not evil.’

‘Bisexual.’

‘Keep telling yourself that.’

‘You know what, fuck you guys.’

‘Now see, there’s the problem. You won’t cos you’re a big fat lesbian.’

Glitter couldn’t decide what to defend first; the big, the fat or the lesbian insult.

‘Here’s your next assignment.’ he added and flipped the folder across the table. ‘Try not to break anything. Please.’

She looked at the deadline and tossed it back. ‘Give it to someone else. I’m busy today.’

‘Doing what?’

Glitter grinned, halfway out the door. ‘Not what, whom.’

Kitty was waiting in the car park, the engine of her Porsche still running.

Glitter slid into the seat beside her. ‘Where do you want to go today?’ Kitty asked.

‘Slave doesn’t get a say.’ Glitter replied and leant back.

Kitty grinned and drove into the sunrise at a speed that was definitely not legal. ‘Just how mistress likes it.’

– J.B. Sutherland