Volume 2

By: NictesWrath

Ava blinked, barely able to process what had just happened in the limo. One moment, she was throwing out impulsive comments to distract herself, the next… Deborah had kissed her, really kissed her. The memory of Deborah's lips lingered, warm and demanding, even as the limo pulled up to Deborah's sprawling Vegas mansion.

But now, everything felt different.

Ava stood in Deborah's bedroom, naked except for her clutch on the Emmy, her fingers gripping the cold, golden statuette like it was some kind of shield. The lights were dim, casting soft shadows across the luxurious room—plush rugs, a massive king-sized bed, and a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the glittering Vegas skyline. Deborah had disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, leaving Ava alone to deal with her own spiraling thoughts.

The nerves had hit the moment her clothes had come off. Now, all that champagne-fueled bravado was gone, leaving Ava awkwardly trying to reconcile everything that was happening.

"Why am I still holding this?" Ava muttered to herself, glancing down at the Emmy in her hands. She awkwardly shifted her weight, feeling entirely too vulnerable and out of place in Deborah Vance's meticulously curated world.

Just as she was debating whether she could make a run for it, the bathroom door clicked open, and Deborah stepped out, wrapped in a sleek, silk robe that seemed both casual and effortlessly glamorous. She raised an eyebrow at Ava's still-clothed, still-clutching-the-Emmy stance.

"Still hanging onto that, huh?" Deborah's voice was laced with amusement as she walked toward her, one hand casually tying her robe tighter. She looked entirely at ease, like this was just another night to her—another one of her carefully controlled scenarios where she was always the one with the upper hand.

Ava, on the other hand, felt like she was seconds away from a full-on panic spiral.

"I just… forgot to put it down," Ava said quickly, forcing out a laugh that sounded more nervous than she intended. She shifted the Emmy from one hand to the other, feeling the metal dig into her skin. "It's not every day you win your first Emmy, you know? Gotta keep it close."

Deborah tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she crossed the room and stood in front of Ava. She reached out and gently placed her fingers on Ava's hand, where it was still clutching the award.

"You don't have to use it as a shield, sweetheart," Deborah said softly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't bite—unless you ask nicely."

Ava's face flushed, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the Emmy, as if the golden statue could somehow protect her from Deborah's teasing. She felt like a complete idiot standing there, naked and awkward, holding onto her award like it was a lifeline.

Deborah's eyes softened, just a little, but the smirk never left her lips. "If you're sober enough to second-guess this now," she said, her voice dropping into that low, smooth register that always sent a shiver down Ava's spine, "then we don't have to do anything. No harm, no foul."

Ava swallowed hard. She wasn't second-guessing this. Well, she was, but not in the way Deborah thought. It wasn't that she didn't want to—it was that now that she was standing here, faced with the reality of what was about to happen, all of her usual defenses were crumbling. The sarcastic remarks, the easy banter—it all felt inadequate in the face of what Deborah was offering.

"I—" Ava started, her voice catching in her throat. She cleared it, forcing herself to meet Deborah's gaze, which was still locked on her with that half-amused, half-challenging expression. "I'm not second-guessing it. I'm just…"

Deborah raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for Ava to finish the thought.

Ava groaned, running a hand through her messy hair. "I'm just freaking out a little, okay? This is kind of a big deal."

Deborah let out a soft laugh, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between them. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind Ava's ear in a gesture that was surprisingly gentle for someone like her.

"Oh, honey," Deborah said softly, her voice taking on a teasing but comforting tone, "you've already freaked out once tonight. Let's not make it a habit."

Ava couldn't help but laugh at that, though it came out shaky. "You have a way of making me freak out, Deborah."

"That's my job." Deborah's lips quirked into a smirk again. "But trust me, this doesn't have to be complicated. If you don't want to—"

"No," Ava cut in quickly, the words rushing out before she could stop herself. She felt her heart thudding in her chest, but this time, it wasn't from nerves. It was from the sheer electric pull of being this close to Deborah, feeling the weight of her presence in the room.

Deborah's eyes flashed with something Ava couldn't quite place—satisfaction, maybe? Amusement? She let her hand trail down Ava's arm, her touch light but purposeful. "Good. Because I wasn't planning on letting you run out of here so easily."

Ava's breath hitched as Deborah's fingers brushed against her wrist, the small contact sending a ripple of heat through her body. She let out a shaky laugh, still clutching the Emmy like a lifeline.

Deborah raised an eyebrow again, her gaze flicking to the statue in Ava's hands. "Are you planning on holding onto that the entire night?"

Ava glanced down at the Emmy, her face flushing as she realized how ridiculous she must look. Naked, standing in Deborah Vance's bedroom, still holding her award like it was going to protect her from whatever was about to happen.

"I—uh—" Ava stammered, feeling like an absolute idiot. She set the Emmy down on the nearest surface with a clatter that made her wince. "Okay, that's… better."

Deborah's laughter was low and warm, but there was a sharp edge to it, like she was amused by Ava's discomfort but also enjoying watching her squirm. "That's better," she echoed, her fingers trailing back up Ava's arm until they rested gently on her shoulder.

Ava shivered under Deborah's touch, her skin prickling with anticipation. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins.

Deborah leaned in closer, her breath warm against Ava's ear as she whispered, "You don't have to be nervous, Ava. I've done this before."

Ava let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah, I figured."

Deborah pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto Ava's with a look that was both intense and teasing. "And let me tell you, I don't do anything halfway."

Ava's stomach flipped at the words, her breath catching in her throat. There was something undeniably magnetic about Deborah—something that made it impossible for Ava to think straight when she was this close. It was like the older woman had some kind of gravitational pull, drawing Ava in despite every logical thought telling her this was a bad idea.

But logic had flown out the window hours ago, along with Ava's inhibitions. She wasn't going to back out now. She didn't want to back out.

"I'm not nervous," Ava said, though the tremble in her voice betrayed her. "I'm just…"

Deborah tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just what?"

Ava swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I'm just trying to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do here."

Deborah's laughter was soft but mocking, and she reached out, gently cupping Ava's chin in her hand. "You're overthinking it, sweetheart. Relax. Let me show you."

Ava's pulse quickened as Deborah's fingers brushed along her jawline, her touch soft but deliberate. There was no hesitation in Deborah's movements—everything she did was calculated, confident, like she already knew exactly how this was going to play out.

And maybe she did.

Ava closed her eyes, leaning into Deborah's touch as the older woman's fingers trailed down her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel Deborah's breath against her skin, warm and steady, and it was all she could do to keep from melting under her touch.

"You're not used to being out of control, are you?" Deborah murmured, her lips brushing against Ava's ear as she spoke.

Ava swallowed hard, her body trembling under Deborah's touch. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, her mind too foggy to form a coherent sentence.

Deborah's lips curled into a smile against her skin, her voice low and teasing. "That's okay, Ava. You don't have to be in control tonight."

Ava's breath hitched as Deborah's hand slid down her back, fingers grazing her bare skin, sending a ripple of heat through her body. She could feel her heart racing, her pulse quickening as Deborah's touch became more insistent, more purposeful.

And just when Ava thought she couldn't take the tension any longer, Deborah pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together as her lips found Ava's in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, yet full of the same commanding energy that made Ava's head spin.

This time, there was no hesitation, no nervous fumbling or awkward attempts at humor to diffuse the tension. Deborah kissed Ava with the same deliberate confidence that had gotten her to the top of her career, every movement purposeful and controlled. Her lips pressed firmly against Ava's, her hand sliding up the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Ava's head swam, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of Deborah's body against hers, the soft brush of her silk robe, and the faint scent of expensive perfume clinging to her skin. She let out a soft whimper into Deborah's mouth, her hands instinctively reaching up to grasp at the older woman's shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of her robe.

Deborah pulled away slightly, just enough to leave Ava breathless, but not far enough to let her catch her breath. She lingered, her lips hovering over Ava's, her breath warm and steady. Her eyes flickered with amusement, like she was enjoying watching Ava squirm.

"See?" Deborah murmured, her voice low and teasing, her lips brushing against Ava's with each word. "You don't have to overthink it."

Ava tried to speak, but her voice came out shaky. "I'm—uh, I'm not overthinking."

Deborah chuckled, her hand still resting on Ava's lower back, keeping her close. "Of course you are." She pulled back just enough to look Ava in the eye, her gaze sharp and knowing. "You're always overthinking."

Ava swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt exposed, not just physically but in the way Deborah seemed to read her so easily, like she could see through every one of her defenses. It was unnerving and intoxicating at the same time.

Deborah's eyes softened slightly, though the teasing edge never fully left her voice. "But that's okay, Ava. I'm not asking you to think. I'm asking you to feel."

Ava's breath hitched as Deborah's hand moved up her back, her fingers trailing lightly over her skin. The touch was gentle but firm, and it sent a shiver through Ava's entire body. She could feel the heat of Deborah's gaze, the way her eyes roamed over her with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"You're so used to trying to control everything," Deborah continued, her voice dropping into that low, sultry tone that made Ava's pulse quicken. "But you don't have to control this. You can just… let go."

Ava's heart pounded, her mind racing as she tried to process what Deborah was saying. The idea of letting go—of giving up control, even for a moment—was terrifying. But standing here, naked in Deborah's room, the weight of the night and the champagne still buzzing in her system, Ava realized she wanted to.

She wanted to let go.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned in, capturing Deborah's lips in another kiss. This time, it wasn't awkward or hesitant. It was full of the same desperate energy that had been building inside her all night, the tension finally snapping as she pressed herself against Deborah, her hands clutching at her robe as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Deborah responded instantly, her hand sliding up to tangle in Ava's hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. There was nothing gentle about it now—this was heated, intense, like they were both giving in to something they'd been holding back for far too long.

Ava's mind went blank, her body reacting on instinct as she pressed herself closer, feeling the warmth of Deborah's body through the thin silk of her robe. She could feel the older woman's heartbeat against her chest, steady and sure, in contrast to the erratic pounding of her own heart.

Deborah's hand moved from Ava's back to her hip, her fingers digging in just enough to send a thrill of anticipation through Ava's body. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Ava's jawline, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin as Ava let out a soft moan.

Ava's breath hitched as Deborah's mouth moved lower, her lips brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach, the tension building with every touch, every kiss.

"Deborah…" Ava whispered, her voice barely audible.

Deborah's lips curled into a smile against her skin. "Yes, Ava?"

"I…" Ava's mind was spinning, the words she wanted to say slipping through her fingers like sand. She didn't know how to ask for what she wanted, didn't even know what she wanted, but she knew she didn't want this to stop.

Deborah's fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her even closer. "You don't have to say anything," she murmured, her voice low and soothing. "Just let me congratulate you."

Ava's pulse quickened at the words, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Deborah's hands roamed over her body, exploring with the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly what she was doing.

Deborah's lips found hers again, and this time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if she was savoring every moment, every reaction. Ava's mind went blank, all thoughts of nervousness or awkwardness disappearing as she melted into the kiss, her body responding to Deborah's every touch.

It was like nothing else mattered. Not the award, not the champagne, not the weird dynamic they'd had for months. There was only this—Deborah's hands on her skin, Deborah's lips against hers, and the way every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire.

Ava gasped as Deborah's hand moved lower, her fingers brushing against her thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. She felt the tension building, the heat between them intensifying with every second.

"Relax, Ava," Deborah whispered, her voice soft but commanding. "I've got you."

Ava let out a shaky breath, her body trembling as Deborah's fingers traced patterns on her skin, teasing but never quite giving her what she wanted. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and Ava could feel her pulse racing in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Deborah's lips curled into a smile as she pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Ava's eyes. "Tell me what you want," she said, her voice low and teasing.

Ava swallowed hard, her mind a whirlwind of desire and confusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat, her brain struggling to keep up with the intensity of what she was feeling.

"I—I don't know," Ava stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Deborah's smile widened, her fingers brushing lightly against Ava's skin. "That's okay," she said softly, her tone both comforting and teasing. "I think I know exactly what you need."

Ava's breath hitched as Deborah's hand moved lower, her touch firm but gentle, and in that moment, Ava realized she was completely and utterly at Deborah's mercy. She wasted no time, entering Ava with two fingers, the motion smooth and confident. Ava's breath hitched sharply, her back arching at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

Deborah's fingers filled her, the pressure perfect, the rhythm immediate and intense. Ava's moan came without warning, spilling from her lips as Deborah's fingers moved inside her, deep and steady. The sound was raw, unfiltered, and completely beyond her control.

Deborah's lips found Ava's again, silencing the moan as her mouth moved with the same practiced confidence as her fingers. She kissed Ava deeply, swallowing the sounds of pleasure as her fingers curled, hitting just the right spot that made Ava's knees almost give out.

Ava clutched at Deborah's shoulders, her fingers digging into the silk of the robe as she gasped into Deborah's mouth. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the tension coiling tighter with every thrust of Deborah's fingers. Her whole body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation, and she was completely lost in it, lost in Deborah's touch.

Deborah didn't let up for a second. Her fingers moved faster now, the rhythm precise, pushing Ava closer and closer to the edge. Her other hand came up to tangle in Ava's hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss, controlling every part of the moment. The sound of their breath filled the room, Ava's desperate gasps and moans mixing with the wet, rhythmic sound of Deborah's fingers moving inside her.

Ava's body was trembling, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable point. Every stroke, every movement of Deborah's fingers seemed to send her higher, each touch more intense than the last. She felt the heat pooling in her core, the tension twisting tighter and tighter until it was all she could think about, all she could feel.

Deborah pulled back from the kiss just enough to catch Ava's next moan, her lips brushing against Ava's as she whispered, "Let go."

Ava didn't need any more encouragement. With a sharp cry, her body tensed, every muscle tightening as the pleasure crested and crashed over her all at once. Deborah's fingers didn't stop, thrusting hard and deep as Ava's orgasm tore through her, leaving her breathless and shaking. Ava's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of sensation overwhelmed her, her body convulsing around Deborah's hand.

Deborah watched her, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Ava came undone in her hands. She slowed her movements, drawing out every last bit of Ava's pleasure until there was nothing left but the sound of Ava's ragged breathing and the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.

Deborah's fingers slipped out of her gently, and Ava collapsed against her, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. She could feel Deborah's breath against her neck, the warmth of her skin as she held her close, her arms steady and comforting.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Ava could only focus on the aftershocks still coursing through her body, the lingering sensation of Deborah's fingers, and the deep, satisfied ache between her legs.

"Wow," Ava finally managed to whisper, her voice hoarse and breathless.

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand sliding up Ava's back in a slow, soothing motion. "As good as an Emmy, huh?"

Ava let out a shaky laugh, her body still too weak to come up with a clever retort. All she could do was melt against Deborah, letting the warmth and the satisfaction settle deep into her bones.

This work is in large part thanks to a writing group I am part of that keeps me to a calendar of posting and betas my work. https://fictioneers.thinkific.com/pages/blog