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ezithemuse · 2 years ago

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Cupid's Punk!

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Scarlet had all but turned her cue stick into a cane for how much she leaned on it. Her body betrayed her in the most dramatic fashion, as usual, when she almost collapsed at the knees in response to Emilia’s offer. Emilia was busy giggling to herself at the sight.

“Look…not that it isn’t tempting,” Scarlet tried to regain command of her joints, “but we don’t know each other like…that. Shouldn’t we…?” Shouldn’t we have normal sex first? Scarlet couldn’t bring herself to say it, but covered her hesitation with the first thing that sprang to mind. A small yet important detail from that silly ‘Basics of BDSM’ video: “Negotiate safety before all that?”

“Ah, well I find it reassuring you want to discuss basic safety now rather than later. I always use the stop light system, and if need be, a nonverbal safe word. Are you familiar?”

“I’ve heard of it before. Red is like calling a safeword?” She was shaking, this time purely from nerves, and knew that Emilia could tell. She’d only heard about such a concept for the first time at the beginning of the week with that ridiculous channel she found on her phone. “...and no strings attached if I say red? I’m not going to lose the trial contract terms?” She could only imagine how desperate she would be, living on the street after she quit and Emilia had no legal obligation to give her severance. Was this a smart move? Was any of this? She had no family here, no other prospects, and she was wagering all that on if she even liked BDSM, let alone doing it with Emilia?

“Of course, I’m a domme, not a monster.” Emilia leaned back on one of the sofas, sipping her drink again, and Scarlet matched her. “You just say ‘RED’ one time, and it is all over. I will stop, respect your wishes, we are done for good, and we will never see each other again after I cut your check.” Her brilliant amber eyes locked onto her, glowing along the dim edges of the lights shining over the table.

I call it once and we’re done. For good. “And you mean it? No revenge, nothing personal? No second thoughts on a technicality?” Her body was steadying, but her voice shook enough to make up for it.

“I promise you,” Emilia’s eyes took on that same intensity as before, “these rules will only affect tonight and will have no cause for me to not hold up my end of our bargain.”

Scarlet nodded, and stood tall by the table. “Then I accept. I believe it is your turn? You can show me what you had in mind.” Scarlet was grateful that she was not the one who now had to set the tone for their little contest. Emilia’s wickedly sly grin informed Scarlet that she felt the exact opposite way.

“I would adore that opportunity to show you what I have in store. We have to start small, however.” Emilia lined up the cue with a red ball. A crack, and it glided effortlessly into the corner pocket. The grin, like a jungle cat cornering live prey, never left her face. “My first rule: You will call me any and all titles I choose from here on out. Understand?”

Scarlet nodded, swallowing hard. Emilia gestured with a hand, passing the turn back to Scarlet. “And now I can modify that, right?”

“If you make the shot, of course. Otherwise I think you should only refer to me as ‘Mistress Emilia.’” Emilia barely contained the smugness in her voice. Scarlet wanted to whimper in arousal. How could she be this confident? How could she be this sexy? How could she know how to push all of My Buttons so well? In the back of her mind, she knew what she really wanted to call Emilia while in the throws of passion.

Scarlet sipped from her drink, almost done with the whole glass, and leaned in to shoot. Emilia had left the cue ball in an odd angle to get any red balls, but Scarlet was confident she remembered how to shoot a little English. *Ca-CRACK*, and in sank the red after curving around the blue ball in its path. Scarlet knew instantly how she could minimize the destruction that Emilia was promising. “I’m changing that. You need to do a rule per title, and pick them when you make the rule. No being vague going forward.”

Emilia gave only a thoughtful, understated nod in response. Her opponent smiled as Scarlet went to line up another shot, a simpler shot than her last. Another crack, and her ball added another five points. This time, she wasn’t sure what to add. Scarlet took a deep breath, and tried to search for what was giving her anxiety as they played. When she thought of how tonight could go poorly, aside from ending up homeless, she worried Emilia was a leather clad dominatrix with every manner of whips and crops, waiting to trick her into punishment.

“If I break any rules, I’m not going to be punished.” She looked up to Emilia, trying to appear defiant, but couldn’t resist explaining herself. “I’m new to this,” she shyly admitted.

Emilia’s domineering stance broke for a moment, her shoulders bouncing and dimples forming as she laughed. She has dimples, too? Why are you so pretty? Why am I so embarrassed? Why do I like it so much?

“That’s fair, dear,” she finally said after regaining her composure. Emilia reached for the lounge remote and Scarlet watched as she ordered a refill for Scarlet’s sweet and salty drink.

She reestablished that same self-assured grin as Scarlet went to take her next shot. Scarlet managed to sink the green ball, and couldn’t help but cheer for herself, and blabbered out the first rule she could think of. “I don’t like degradation. No calling me mean names like that.” Scarlet swallowed, “things like…’whore,’ ‘slut’…I don’t like it.” She went about lining up her next shot, riding high on her first three successes in a row.

Emilia’s lips curled, as she cut deep. Scarlet had unintentionally exposed her weak spot mid shot. “So there are kinds of names you do like?”

Scarlet scratched, the white ball sinking as her cue went crooked. “Perhaps.”

Emilia laughed to herself, covering her mouth with her hand like before. She held up a finger to pause the conversation as she accepted a replacement drink for Scarlet from the waitress, waiting for the door to close behind them. Emilia’s designer shoes led her to Scarlet, and the younger woman felt herself shrink as she was handed the drink. “I’m going to sink this, and you’re going to tell me.”

*Ca-CRACK!* The ball bounced twice and nudged a red ball off the lip of the pocket, letting gravity pull it over the edge. Emilia turned to Scarlet, eyes beaming with expectation. Scarlet blushed harder, and knew she needed to dig deep for the things she really enjoyed from that video, without giving away the game.

“Praise…affectionate names. I can’t take being called a whore, unless it’s like,” she swallowed again, having never admitted this out loud, “my good little whore. My Slutty Princess. Good girl, too.” She wanted to melt where she stood and disappear.

Emilia gave her a small smirk. She could see right through Scarlet, and they both knew it. She circled the table for her next shot, but really she was circling her date.

*Ca-CRACK*! Another pocketed ball. Another pause pregnant with nervous anticipation.

“Show me the last porn you looked at,” Emilia commanded, “I’m certain you have still got your private browser up. If not, I can wait until you find it.” Scarlet could see the barest hint of her date’s cheeks flushing, but it paled in comparison to her own.

Her hands trembled, and everything in her body told her to just leave. But somehow, the idea of showing this to her date thrilled her. She opened her phone, tapped the browser, and sure enough, the video was still open. She hadn’t closed it from the previous night. Scarlet let out a small squeak as Emilia’s hand suddenly lifted the phone away from Scarlet, full of grace yet forceful enough to tell Scarlet it was useless to resist. Scarlet’s eyes went wide as her phone’s speakers began projecting the moans and cries of the hapless woman, her crinkling diaper, and malicious giggling of her ‘Mommy.’ Emilia wordlessly handed the phone back.

“You are making this quite easy for me, you know?”

“What?”

Emilia smirked, “You are going to call me mommy,” *Ca-Crack!* The ball shot to the pocket as adrenaline shot through Scarlet. “Then I am going to put you in a diaper, just like you want.” *Ca-Crack* Her face grew so hot it matched her namesake. Emilia passed the turn to the flustered woman.

Scarlet took a shot of her new drink, and took her shot full of adrenaline. It bounced once, and sank her target. “I’m not going to use it!” She blurted it out without consideration, acting purely on impulse. If she slowed down to whimper under Emilia’s gaze at every rule, she would go into cardiac arrest. Instead, she tried to rush through, not allowing her brain enough time to focus on anything but winning.

“And yet, you only modified it, rather than just outright undoing it.” Fuck.

Scarlet doubled down on her ‘rush through the cringe’ strategy. Thankfully Emilia hid her mirth when Scarlet missed her attempt on the green ball.

“Better luck next time, darling,” she cooed, and waited for the cue ball to stop. Scarlet kicked herself as it slowed to an effortless shot to another corner pocket, and Emilia scored just as effortlessly. “You will beg for permission to cum, in baby talk.” Scarlet had to be discreet, but put her knees together, leaning forward in hopes of hiding the physical reaction that was beginning. She remembered herself before Emilia took her next shot.

“You only get one of those per shot!”

Emilia considered, clearly amused at Scarlet’s reactions. “The baby talk, then, starting as soon as we leave.” Emilia effortlessly sank another, this time bouncing against three walls to hit her target. Emilia IS sharking me. She looked up to her date. “And I'm going to edge you as much as I like.” She did her passing gesture again, somehow patronizingly handing off Scarlet’s fate to her increasingly drunk state. Scarlet noticed Emilia was still on her first drink.

She’s getting me drunk so I don't have a chance. Scarlet realized the depth of her position, almost completely at the other woman’s mercy. The secretary knew, deep down, that was also what she wanted. But nobody gets the best of me without a fight, ever.

She was done with babbling out the first rule she could think of. Scarlet knew that denying the thrill in her chest was pointless. Much to her chagrin, she liked the thought of Emilia’s elaborate efforts to humiliate her. Aside from that, rushing through things would not let her effectively participate in their little duel. She could hardly riposte if she was too busy fending for her life.

Scarlet did her count, and checked against the chart on the wall. There were only three balls remaining, and she needed to get the blue ball next. If she got any two, she would pass Emilia’s twenty five points and win. If Emilia got any other, she would win. Scarlet lied to herself that she would be happy with a close game. It only mattered who made the final rule, and she knew that. She focused, realizing she had a straight shot for the blue, but nothing she could do would line her up for the following pink ball. The baby pink ball. She settled for her best bet, a bank off the corner wall. *Ca-crack!* It sank, and she looked Emilia in the eye with hot defiance.

“You get to edge me ONCE. No more.” We both know we both want this. That doesn’t mean I’ll roll over for you.

Emilia’s face gave away her curiosity, and Scarlet knew that was her leverage. She could put up just the right amount of fight to have Emilia give her what she wanted without breaking her.

Scarlet’s next shot whiffed, completely out of line with the bank she needed. Her heart sank. Emilia elegantly stood from her spot on the sofa, and lined up her shot with practiced precision. To Scarlet’s credit, she had to align, realign, and then reverse her grip in order to make the curved shot required. But the cue cracked against the pink and it rolled into the center pocket. She flashed her teeth like a lion.

“You will get five spanks per point that I have.” Scarlet’s heart pounded again. She hadn’t been spanked since the fourth grade, and back then she bawled immediately. Would this woman really do that? Emilia was already six points up, so to the bare minimum it was thirty, but would this be a fun, sexy spanking? The woman tied up in the video was borderline crying. Would she go out of her way to make Scarlet cry? She found the idea thrilling, but couldn’t help but feel like a grown woman blubbering in tears wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world.

Scarlet came back to reality as Emilia was lining up her shot, the final ball. The hard, black resin was polished to a mirror sheen, and reflected Scarlet’s flushed cheeks and wide eyes back to her. Emilia looked ready, but to take her shot or deliver a supervillain speech, Scarlet wasn’t sure. She got her answer when Emilia’s beautiful eyes, shining gold as they caught overhead light, locked with her again.

“And when I sink this, and after your sixty five spanks over my knee, we will have a little photoshoot tonight. My own private scrapbook of the night ahead, so I can always remember it.”

Scarlet felt her heart as it was tugged in opposite directions, threatening to tear down the middle. One part of her screamed with excitement, wanting to wrap her arms around the woman and kiss her, hard. The more rational, reasonable part of her brain abhorred the idea of anyone having such pictures. Her ex didn’t even have Scarlet’s nudes anymore, and she had seen them all deleted. Scarlet had to do something to minimize her humiliation. But what?

Emilia looked back down, eyes aligned to her custom cue, and she got ready to shoot. Scarlet stood on the opposite side, dumbly watching, frantically searching for an answer. Finally, inspiration struck.

In one motion, she knocked her phone from its spot on the table rim, where it had stayed since Emilia had handed it back. It crashed to the floor, and Scarlet bent at the waist, deliberately forcing her ass and panties, covered only by sheer tights, right into Emilia’s eyeline. Scarlet felt another thrill form in her chest, exposed as she was. However, she didn’t have time to stand back up before the telltale crashing sound of the cue hitting the black ball rang out.

Both balls bounced with dull thuds against the rim of the table. Sixty five spanks… over her knee…

Once each… And a photography session…

twice…time slowed. For her scrapbook…

Scarlet was already halfway up, and waiting to hear the sound of a ball sinking into the pockets… but it never came.

Scarlet was dumbfounded when she was back to full height. The black ball was still visible, inches off course from the corner pocket it was aligned to. The white ball had rolled all the way back to Emilia…and perfectly aligned for Scarlet’s rebuttal.

“Now I suppose you will say ‘that wasn’t interference,’ hm?” Emilia’s eyes were still shining, giving an annoyed smile that betrayed that she wasn’t as mad as Scarlet expected.

“I learned from the shark! Is that against the rules?” She did her best to give puppy dog eyes to her date, her own smile of satisfaction giving her away in return.

“You’re not going to be so cheeky when I get my way.”

“I dunno, Emilia. I think you’re admitting you either cheated this game…or you're just bad at it?” She gave a look of mock disappointment at her opponent’s poor sportsmanship.

“Go ahead and take your shot. You still need to win before you talk that big.”

“Think I can’t make a shot that easy?” Scarlet was incredulous, pointing out how obviously straightforward her victory lap would be.

“It is not a matter of if you can,” Emilia began, piquing Scarlet’s interest, “but a matter of if you want to.”

Scarlet narrowed her eyes, and she leaned in to her shot to show she was serious. “And I wouldn’t want to because…?”

“You want to give in.” Emilia answered, matter of factly. She was already breaking down her collapsing cue stick to return it to the case. She looked back up to Scarlet. “I can tell by the way you modify, but do not undo many rules. You want me to be in control. So I propose we double down.”

“How?”

“If you make this shot, we only do what you want, within what is safe, and none of my rules proposed so far count.” Emilia began, completely calm, like she was explaining the cause of a parking violation.

Scarlet was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She drank again. “And if I miss?”

“We do only my rules, within what is safe, and none of your rebuttals matter for tonight.” She stood to her full height, and walked back in front of Scarlet, emphasizing her height for the third time tonight. Scarlet knew calling her a supervillain earlier was on the money now. But she knew she wanted that safety net of calling the shots. She could frost her cake, covering it in kinky sex with her drop dead gorgeous boss, and then eat it too. She would get to set the pace, to savor it. She could have control of her life for the first time in how long? Her heart pounded, her brain in a haze of alcohol and arousal.

Or is that what I really want?

“Deal.” How could she not? Emilia didn’t let her consider the question.

“Wonderful. Deep down…I know this is what you want. You want to give in, but you want to fight it first. It saves you some small dignity. It even makes it sexier, to convince yourself that you were forced, doesn’t it? You will try to convince yourself that you enjoy the control and embarrassment, not the acts. Yet, my dear, dear, Scarlet…I know it is every single moment, dripping with humiliation as I give you everything you want, that you crave. I want you to remember that. I want you to remember that you want the acts AND to be controlled. I want you to think about it every time you call me ‘Mommy.’”

Scarlet felt her heart pounding loud enough she had to focus to hear Emilia’s words.

“So throw the game. Miss the shot, and be all mine. Miss the shot, and I’ll be ‘Mommy,’ just like you want deep down.” Emilia leaned in to whisper, hot breath tickling Scarlet’s ear, “and you can be my little princess, bound and begging, just like your little video.”

Scarlet’s breath caught in her throat. She was torn in the same halves as before. The world spun, then focused with her in the spotlight.

She took a deep breath. She thought about what she really wanted. How controlling her life had treated her before.

And took her shot.

The cue ball slowly rolled into the black ball. They kissed gently, the black ball inching towards the pocket while Scarlet smiled the whole time, looking up at Emilia. A single, satisfying, effortless kerplunk told Scarlet all she needed to know.

Emilia did nothing to hide her small disappointment at the white ball not following suit. Did she only want to fuck Scarlet if she had complete control?

“So what is your decision? We do what you want.” Emilia did her best not to be a sore loser, but Scarlet could tell by the way her smile was not as bright and vibrant as before. She was no longer a predator cornering prey, she was a winded animal, resting after being outrun.

“You said we get to do what I want if I win, right?” Scarlet was breathless, desperate. She wanted Emilia to stay. She knew how to actually have her cake and eat it too. “So let’s get out of here.”

“Excuse me?”

“This place is still too stuffy for me. I’m not used to places with coat checks. Take me to your place.” She felt her hands shaking as she set the pool cue down, and took the last sips of her second drink. She prayed she could drink enough water between now and the end of the night to not be hungover. Her prayer to whatever goddesses were listening finished with a plea for this gambit working.

“And our rules?”

“...they can come along with us. I’ll submit to every rule you won.” Scarlet felt the familiar fluster spread from her chest to her face, her ears burning with embarrassment. Was she even playing this little game correctly? Emilia is clearly an expert, was Scarlet being obvious, or was she still enticing her date? “And I p-pwomise I’ll…” she cleared her throat, “I pwomise i’ll beg to make cummies wike a good giwl.” She couldn’t help but back down from meeting Emilia’s gaze, her eyes shooting down to her boots. The warm thrill burned hotter still in her chest, mixed with her newfound fear.

Is that good enough, Mommy? Did you like that? Did I do it right? The thoughts stayed chained to the inside of her head, unable to free themselves and become speech. Scarlet wanted to say it, even if only to show Emilia how badly she wanted to play her part. There was a dance to it, Scarlet could tell, in the give and take of this type of kink. Scarlet was terrified, completely out of her depth. Calling her ‘Mommy’ here and now was too much.

I want to make you feel good. Just as good as I feel when you talk about controlling me.What if she gets so humiliated she can’t be a good partner? What if she gave up all control…and Emilia got bored of her?

Emilia’s bright smile and radiant eyes returned, positively twinkling with her own excitement. “Then we should probably get this good girl home and tucked into bed, shouldn’t we?”

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