Chapter 3: Whose In Charge

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

By: KillRumdar

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, the tension in the room shifted. The silence that followed was thick, humming with something heavy and unsaid. Elphaba's grip on Galinda's wrist tightened, her green fingers stark against Galinda's pale skin, the contrast as sharp as their personalities. Galinda, as always, smiled that infuriating smile of hers, the one that made Elphaba want to both kiss her and throttle her at the same time.

"You always have to push, don't you?" Elphaba growled, her voice low and dangerous, her breath hot against Galinda's cheek. "You always have to take it one step too far."

Galinda didn't flinch. If anything, she leaned into Elphaba's grip, her smile widening, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, darling," she purred, "you wouldn't want me any other way."

Elphaba's jaw clenched. She hated how Galinda always managed to get under her skin, to twist her up inside until she couldn't think straight. Galinda was always playing these games, pushing boundaries, testing limits. And Elphaba, despite her better judgment, always fell for it.

"Maybe I should punish you," Elphaba muttered, her voice rough, her eyes dark as they bore into Galinda's.

Galinda's smile only widened. "Maybe you should."

There was a challenge in her voice, a daring edge that made Elphaba's blood boil. Galinda was always so confident, so sure of herself. She liked to push Elphaba to her limits, to see how far she could go before Elphaba snapped. And tonight, she was pushing harder than usual.

Elphaba yanked Galinda closer, her grip firm, pulling the blonde off balance. Galinda gasped, more out of surprise than fear, her smile faltering for just a second before it returned, full of mischief and heat.

"Oh, Elphie," Galinda whispered, her voice lilting, teasing. "You wouldn't really hurt me, would you?"

Elphaba's eyes flashed, her fingers digging into Galinda's wrist as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Galinda's ear. "You like to act innocent, but we both know how much you enjoy this."

Galinda let out a soft laugh, her breath hitching as Elphaba's grip tightened even more. "Do I?" she murmured, her voice soft but taunting. "Or do you just like to think I do?"

Elphaba pulled her closer, their bodies pressing against each other, the heat between them palpable. "You're such a brat," Elphaba growled. "Always pushing, always teasing. Maybe you need a reminder of who's really in charge here."

Galinda's eyes lit up with excitement, a shiver running through her at the edge in Elphaba's voice. "Oh, Elphie," she whispered, her tone both mocking and full of desire. "Maybe I do."

Elphaba's hand moved swiftly, releasing Galinda's wrist only to push her down onto the table with a roughness that sent papers and books scattering to the floor. Galinda's laughter filled the room, light and musical, as if this was all just a game to her—a game she intended to win.

"You think this is funny?" Elphaba snapped, her hands gripping Galinda's hips tightly as she leaned over her, her breath coming in hot, angry bursts.

"I think…" Galinda began, twisting just enough to glance over her shoulder at Elphaba with a wicked smile. "I think you're more frustrated than you want to admit. And I think you love this just as much as I do."

Elphaba's hand came down hard on Galinda's backside, the sound of the slap echoing through the room, followed by Galinda's soft, surprised gasp. But the blonde didn't pull away. If anything, she arched her back slightly, as if inviting more.

"That's more like it," Galinda purred, her voice breathy now, full of that playful, teasing tone that drove Elphaba mad. "Go on, Elphie. Show me what happens when I push you too far."

Elphaba's hand came down again, harder this time, her frustration fueling her movements. Galinda's soft moans only spurred her on, each sound making Elphaba's pulse quicken, her anger mixing with something far more primal.

"You always think you're in control," Elphaba growled, her hand landing another sharp smack, the heat between them building with every movement. "But you're not. Not tonight."

Galinda's laughter had softened into something breathier, her body writhing beneath Elphaba's grip, but there was still that spark of defiance in her voice. "Oh, Elphie," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm always in control. Even when you think you are."

Elphaba's jaw clenched at Galinda's words, her hands tightening their grip. She hated how Galinda could twist her emotions, how she could turn something like this into a game where she still held all the cards. Elphaba wanted to wipe that smug smile off her face, to remind her that she wasn't always in charge.

But Galinda's moans—soft, melodic, full of that infuriating edge—only fueled the fire inside Elphaba. She hated how much she enjoyed this, how much she craved the push and pull between them, the way Galinda could rile her up and leave her desperate for more.

"You think you can top from the bottom?" Elphaba hissed, her voice rough, her hands still moving with a controlled intensity. "You think you can manipulate me?"

Galinda let out a breathy laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement as she glanced over her shoulder again. "Maybe I can. Maybe I am." Her smile was maddening, full of the kind of confidence that drove Elphaba to the brink. "You'll break before I do."

Elphaba's eyes narrowed. "You think so?"

Without warning, Elphaba's hands shifted, gripping Galinda's arms and pulling her up from the table, spinning her around in one swift movement. Before Galinda could react, Elphaba had her pinned against the wall, their bodies pressed so tightly together that Elphaba could feel the rapid rise and fall of Galinda's chest.

Galinda's breath hitched, her smile faltering for just a moment, and in that split second, Elphaba saw her chance. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Galinda's ear as she whispered, "Who's in control now?"

Galinda didn't answer right away. For the first time, she seemed to hesitate, her eyes wide as she met Elphaba's gaze. The power dynamic had shifted, and for the first time tonight, Galinda wasn't sure how to regain her footing.

Elphaba's hand slid up Galinda's arm, her touch slow and deliberate, and she could feel Galinda shiver beneath her. "You think you can push me? Manipulate me?" Elphaba whispered, her voice low, dangerous. "Let me remind you who you're dealing with."

Galinda's lips parted, a soft, breathless sound escaping her, but the words she had been so quick to wield before were gone now, replaced by something else—something more vulnerable.

"You like to think you're in control," Elphaba continued, her hand sliding up to grip Galinda's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "But you're not. Not tonight."

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, the weight of the tension between them pressing down like a physical force. Galinda's eyes, normally so full of playful mischief, were wide now, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn't quite find the words.

Elphaba's grip tightened slightly, just enough to make her point clear. "Say it," she whispered, her voice barely more than a growl. "Say who's in control."

Galinda's breath hitched, and for a moment, it looked like she might resist. But then, slowly, her lips curled into a soft, breathless smile. "You are," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes dark and full of heat. "You always are."

Elphaba's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, her grip still firm on Galinda's chin as she held her in place. The power had shifted completely now, the playfulness in Galinda's voice replaced with a hushed, needy vulnerability that fueled Elphaba's desire to keep her right there—right on the edge.

"Good," Elphaba whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "It's about time you remembered that."

Galinda's eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and anticipation, her body tense beneath Elphaba's touch. She was still breathing hard, her chest rising and falling quickly, but Elphaba could feel the shift—the way Galinda was no longer in control of herself, let alone the situation. Elphaba's dominance had taken hold, and Galinda, for all her games, was giving in.

Slowly, Elphaba released Galinda's chin, her hand sliding down Galinda's neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone before moving lower. Galinda's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as her body arched into Elphaba's touch. But Elphaba wasn't going to let her have what she wanted so easily. She was going to make Galinda wait for it, beg for it, suffer for it.

"You think you can manipulate me," Elphaba murmured, her voice soft but firm as her hand hovered just above Galinda's stomach, teasing but never quite touching. "But you forget how well I know you."

Galinda's breath came out in short, uneven bursts, her body trembling under Elphaba's control. "Elphie…" she breathed, her voice small, needy, a far cry from the confident taunting tone she had used earlier. "Please…"

Elphaba's smirk widened. Perfect. This was what she had been waiting for—this moment where Galinda's carefully constructed facade crumbled, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

"You're not getting anything until I say you do," Elphaba whispered, her hand finally pressing down against Galinda's body, but only lightly, teasing her further. She watched as Galinda's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a soft gasp. "You'll come when I let you, and not a second before."

Galinda's eyes opened, her gaze clouded with need, but there was still that flicker of defiance. "You always say that," she whispered, her voice breathy, "but you never last, Elphie. You always give in."

Elphaba's hand froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing at Galinda's words. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Galinda's ear. "Not tonight."

Without another word, Elphaba's hand slid lower, her fingers slipping under the fabric of Galinda's dress, her touch firm and deliberate. Galinda's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as Elphaba's fingers found exactly what she was looking for.

But Elphaba didn't give her the satisfaction of moving too quickly. Instead, she kept her touch light, just enough to drive Galinda to the edge without pushing her over it. She could feel the way Galinda's body reacted, the soft tremble in her legs, the way her hips moved ever so slightly, trying to chase the pressure that Elphaba was deliberately holding back.

"Please," Galinda whispered again, her voice strained now, her body arching into Elphaba's touch. "Please, Elphie…"

But Elphaba wasn't going to let her have it. Not yet.

"You don't get to ask for anything," Elphaba growled, her fingers teasing just enough to make Galinda whimper softly. "You think you're in charge, but you're not. You're going to wait until I decide you're ready."

Galinda's hands clenched at her sides, her nails digging into the edge of the table as she struggled to hold herself back, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Elphaba interrupted, her voice firm, her fingers still working in slow, teasing circles. "You can and you will. Or you get nothing."

Galinda let out a soft moan, her body trembling harder now, her hands curling into fists as she tried to resist the overwhelming urge to give in. Elphaba's fingers were relentless, teasing her just enough to keep her on the edge but never pushing her over it.

"Elphie… please…" Galinda's voice was barely a whisper now, breathless and pleading, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself back.

Elphaba's smirk deepened. "No. Not yet."

Galinda's whimpering grew more desperate, her body trembling beneath Elphaba's touch as she hovered on the brink of release, but Elphaba wasn't about to let her have it. Not until she was absolutely certain that Galinda understood who was in control.

Elphaba's hand slowed, her fingers barely moving now, just enough to keep Galinda right on the edge. She could feel Galinda's frustration, the tension building in her body, the way her breath hitched in short, desperate gasps. But Elphaba wasn't done with her yet.

"You love this, don't you?" Elphaba whispered, her voice dark and commanding. "You love it when I make you wait, when I make you beg."

Galinda nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips parted in a soft gasp. "Yes… Elphie… please…"

But Elphaba wasn't ready to give her what she wanted. Not yet.

"Not until you say it," Elphaba growled, her fingers still teasing Galinda's body. "Tell me who's in control."

Galinda's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with need, but she managed to whisper, "You… you're in control, Elphie…"

Elphaba smiled, her fingers finally pressing down with just enough force to push Galinda right to the edge once again. "That's right. And you'll come when I say you can. Not a second before."

Galinda's whimper was barely audible, her body trembling violently now as she hovered on the brink of release. "Elphie… please…"

Elphaba's hand stilled, her touch light again, teasing and denying. "Not yet."

Galinda let out a strangled moan, her body shaking with the effort of holding herself back. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Elphaba whispered, her voice soft but commanding. "You'll wait until I say you can."

Galinda's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her entire body trembling with need, but she nodded, her lips parted in a soft, desperate moan. Elphaba's smirk widened, her fingers finally pressing down hard, pushing Galinda over the edge just as she whispered, "Now."

Galinda's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as Elphaba finally gave her permission to let go. A soft, strangled moan escaped Galinda's lips as the release overtook her, her body trembling violently under Elphaba's touch. Every muscle seemed to tense at once, her hips arching toward Elphaba's hand, desperate for the finality she had been cruelly denied until this moment.

Elphaba kept her fingers steady, applying just the right amount of pressure, guiding Galinda through the waves of pleasure that coursed through her. She could feel the way Galinda's body responded, the way she shuddered beneath her, completely at her mercy now.

Galinda gasped, her breath ragged, her body trembling as she slumped back against the wall, utterly spent. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the room filled only with the sound of Galinda's uneven breathing and the distant hum of the night outside.

Elphaba didn't move, her hand still resting against Galinda's skin, her fingers light now, more of a grounding presence than anything else. She watched Galinda's chest rise and fall, her normally pristine curls slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed pink with exertion. There was something undeniably satisfying about seeing her like this—so undone, so vulnerable, so completely at her mercy.

Galinda's eyes fluttered open slowly, her breath still coming in soft gasps as she looked up at Elphaba with a dazed, satisfied smile. "You always know exactly how far to take it, don't you?" she whispered, her voice soft, almost reverent.

Elphaba smirked, her hand finally pulling away from Galinda, leaving a lingering touch on her thigh. "You needed the reminder," she said, her voice calm and steady again, but still laced with the intensity of what had just passed between them. "I'm not someone you can just toy with whenever you feel like it."

Galinda's smile widened, though there was no defiance left in her now. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as she sighed softly. "I like it when you get like this," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed at Elphaba. "All fierce and in control."

Elphaba raised an eyebrow, her expression softening just a little, though her eyes remained sharp. "You like it because I don't let you get away with anything."

Galinda's laughter was soft, breathless, and for a moment, it seemed like she might try to push again, to test just how far she could go before Elphaba snapped. But instead, she reached out, resting her hand on Elphaba's arm, her touch gentle, affectionate.

"You're right," Galinda whispered, her eyes shining with that familiar spark of mischief. "You're always right, Elphie."

Elphaba shook her head, her lips curving into a small, reluctant smile. "And you never learn."

Galinda shrugged, her smile bright and teasing. "What can I say? I love it when you take control."

Elphaba leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "And I love reminding you who's really in charge."

Galinda's breath hitched, her eyes locking onto Elphaba's with a mixture of admiration and desire. "I know," she whispered, her voice soft and sincere now, the playful edge gone. "That's why I keep coming back."

Elphaba's eyes softened just a fraction, the tension between them finally easing as the moment passed. She stepped back, her hands falling to her sides, though the weight of the intensity between them still lingered in the air.

Galinda reached for her hand, entwining their fingers, her smile more genuine now, less coy. "You know," she murmured, "for someone who claims not to like games, you're awfully good at them."

Elphaba smirked, giving Galinda's hand a small squeeze. "I only play to win."

Galinda laughed again, the sound soft and melodic, and for the first time in what felt like hours, the tension between them faded into something more comfortable, more familiar. They stood there for a moment, their hands still linked, the weight of their earlier intensity settling into a quieter kind of closeness.

"I'm sorry," Galinda said after a pause, her voice quieter now, almost tentative. "I didn't mean to push so hard tonight."

Elphaba sighed, her thumb brushing lightly over the back of Galinda's hand. "I know you didn't," she replied, her voice softening. "But you need to learn when to stop."

Galinda nodded, her eyes bright with understanding. "I'll try," she whispered, though her playful smile returned a moment later. "No promises, though."

Elphaba couldn't help but smile, shaking her head slightly. "Of course not."

They stood there in the dim light of the tower room, the air between them finally calm, the earlier storm having passed. There was still a lingering heat, a shared intimacy that pulsed quietly beneath the surface, but for now, it was enough. They had their moment, their power struggle, their release.

Galinda squeezed Elphaba's hand gently, her smile softening. "Next time, I'll try to be a little more… obedient."

Elphaba raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning. "I'll believe that when I see it."

Galinda laughed, her eyes sparkling as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Elphaba's lips. "I'll keep you on your toes, darling."

Elphaba rolled her eyes but returned the kiss, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "You always do."

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"Well then," she said, her voice a little firmer now, though still soft. "We can... meet here. Tomorrow, maybe? After classes."

"Yeah," you replied, offering her a small, genuine smile. "That sounds good."

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you charged with a kind of quiet understanding. It was strange—after everything that had happened, after the intensity of the night before, here you were, sharing something that felt... simple. A shared moment of curiosity, of learning, of something that felt almost innocent compared to the storm of emotions that had come before.

Elphaba shifted slightly, glancing down at the book in your hands before meeting your gaze again. "Just... don't get overwhelmed," she said, her voice quieter now, almost tentative. "This is new. For both of us."