Day 7: Rough Sex/Jealous Possessive Sex/Bathroom Sex

Day 7: Rough Sex/Jealous Possessive Sex/Bathroom Sex

The lights of the LA event were dazzling, the room filled with Hollywood's elite, all mingling and sipping champagne. Ava had been invited as Deborah's guest, a perk that came with her job, though she was still adjusting to being in rooms like this—where everyone was beautiful, famous, or both. And, of course, Ava being Ava, she couldn't help but turn on the charm.

She found herself standing near the bar, deep in conversation with a well-known actress, her laughter bubbling up every few moments as she made the actress laugh, too. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, a flirtatious energy that Ava played into with ease. She knew she was pushing it, that Deborah was somewhere in the room, but a part of her enjoyed testing boundaries.

The actress leaned in closer, her smile wide as she complimented Ava's quick wit, her fingers brushing lightly against Ava's arm. "You're funny," she said, her voice soft and teasing. "And kind of cute."

Ava grinned, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves as she leaned in slightly, her voice low. "I try," she teased back, though her thoughts were already spinning, wondering what Deborah would think if she saw this.

And then, as if summoned by Ava's thoughts, Deborah appeared.

The shift in the room was immediate. Ava's body tensed as she felt Deborah's presence behind her, the weight of the older woman's gaze unmistakable. Deborah didn't say a word at first, but the way her eyes fixed on Ava, the tightness in her jaw, sent a clear message: she wasn't happy. Not even close.

The actress seemed oblivious, still laughing softly as she leaned a little closer to Ava. But Ava could feel the heat of Deborah's stare, the silent possessiveness radiating from her.

Deborah stepped forward, her hand landing firmly on Ava's lower back, pulling her slightly away from the actress. "Excuse me," Deborah said, her voice cool and dangerously polite as she looked at the actress with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I need to steal Ava for a moment."

Ava swallowed hard, her body trembling as Deborah's hand stayed pressed firmly against her back, guiding her away from the bar and toward a quieter corner of the event space. She didn't dare protest—she could tell from the look in Deborah's eyes that this was serious.

Once they were away from prying eyes and ears, Deborah turned to Ava, her expression sharp, her voice low and filled with restrained anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed, her hand gripping Ava's arm tightly, but not enough to hurt—yet.

Ava blinked, her heart pounding as she met Deborah's gaze, the intensity of it sending a jolt of excitement through her. "I was just... talking," Ava muttered, though her voice sounded weak, unsure.

Deborah's eyes darkened, her grip tightening slightly as she leaned in, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "That didn't look like talking to me," Deborah growled, her voice low and full of dangerous promise. "You think you can just flirt with anyone you want and I won't notice?"

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling as Deborah's possessive energy washed over her. "Deborah, I wasn't—" Ava started, but Deborah cut her off, her hand moving to grip Ava's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"You belong to me," Deborah muttered, her voice thick with possessiveness. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"You belong to me," Deborah muttered, her voice thick with possessiveness. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

Before Ava could respond, Deborah's hand tightened on her arm, pulling her with a firm grip through the event space and into a hallway. They moved quickly, the grip on her arm becoming painful. Ava's heart pounded in her chest, both nervous and excited by the way Deborah was acting. She knew she had pushed too far this time, and now she was going to face the consequences.

Deborah didn't stop until they reached a small, private bathroom near the back of the venue. She pushed the door open and practically shoved Ava inside, locking it behind them with a decisive click. The room was dimly lit, a single mirror over the sink reflecting their tense figures.

"Take off your pants," Deborah ordered, her voice low and commanding, her eyes burning with intensity as she stared Ava down.

Ava's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with a mix of defiance and anticipation. "Deborah, wait—" Ava started, her voice shaky as she tried to process what was happening, but Deborah wasn't in the mood for excuses.

"Now," Deborah snapped, her voice cold and sharp as she stepped closer, her hand gripping Ava's arm again, pulling her closer. "I told you—take them off."

Ava's heart raced, her body responding to the force of Deborah's words even as her mind protested. "We're in a public bathroom," Ava muttered, though her voice was weak, the protest half-hearted.

Deborah's eyes narrowed, her grip tightening as she spun Ava around, pressing her firmly against the sink. The cold edge of the porcelain dug into Ava's hips as Deborah's hand pushed her down, her fingers gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to look at her reflection in the mirror.

"I don't care where we are," Deborah growled, her voice thick with anger and desire. "You don't flirt with anyone else. You're mine, Ava. And I'm going to show you what happens when you forget that."

Ava whimpered, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as Deborah's hand slid down her back, her fingers slipping under the waistband of Ava's pants, yanking them down with one swift motion. The fabric pooled around Ava's ankles, leaving her exposed, vulnerable in the dimly lit bathroom.

"Look at yourself," Deborah muttered, her voice full of dark satisfaction as she pressed Ava harder against the sink, her hand gripping her waist tightly. "Look at what you've done. Look at how desperate you are."

Ava's eyes flicked to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her, flushed and trembling, her body tense with anticipation. The sight of herself, pinned against the sink by Deborah's possessive grip, sent a wave of heat through her, making her heart race even faster.

Before Ava could say anything, Deborah's hand moved between her legs, her fingers sliding over her slick heat with a deliberate, punishing pace. "You think I didn't notice how wet you were while you were flirting with her?" Deborah growled, her voice low and dangerous as she worked her fingers against Ava's clit. "You're mine, Ava. And I'm going to remind you of that."

Ava gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as Deborah's fingers teased her, the sensation overwhelming. "Deborah..." Ava whimpered, her voice shaky as she tried to focus, but the intensity of the moment made it impossible.

Without warning, Deborah thrust three fingers deep inside her, the sudden intrusion making Ava cry out, her body jerking against the sink. Deborah's hand gripped her waist tightly, holding her in place as she thrust her fingers in hard and fast, each movement deliberate, punishing.

"Look at yourself," Deborah commanded, her voice thick with authority as she continued to fuck Ava with relentless precision. "Look at how you're taking it. This is what happens when you forget who you belong to."

Ava's eyes fluttered, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she watched her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her body trembling as Deborah's fingers worked her relentlessly, the pleasure building inside her with each thrust.

Deborah's other hand moved to Ava's throat, gripping it lightly, forcing her to keep her gaze locked on the mirror. "You don't get to look away," Deborah muttered, her voice full of command. "You're going to watch yourself while I fuck you."

Ava whimpered, her body trembling as the pleasure became almost unbearable, her hips rocking involuntarily against Deborah's hand. The roughness of Deborah's movements, the intensity of her grip, made it impossible to think, impossible to do anything but feel.

"Deborah... please..." Ava gasped, her voice weak as the pleasure built inside her, her body trembling with the force of it.

Deborah's smirk deepened, her fingers thrusting harder, faster, as she pressed Ava's body tighter against the sink. "You're going to come for me," Deborah growled, her voice full of dark satisfaction. "And you're going to remember who you belong to."

Ava's body tensed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the orgasm built inside her, the intensity of it overwhelming her senses. She could barely breathe, barely think, as Deborah's fingers worked her with punishing precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, the tension snapped, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over Ava, her body jerking uncontrollably as she came, her hips bucking against Deborah's hand. The force of the orgasm left her trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as her body went limp against the sink.

Deborah's hand stayed on Ava's throat, her fingers still inside her, as she whispered, "That's right. You belong to me, Ava. Don't ever forget it."

The younger woman locked eyes with the other woman in the mirror, the reflection of their flushed faces and the tight grip Deborah held on her making her stomach flutter. But there was something more than just lust in Deborah's eyes—something darker, more vulnerable, hidden behind the possessiveness.

Ava swallowed hard, her voice shaky as she spoke, her gaze never leaving Deborah's. "I'm not your ex-husband, Deborah," Ava muttered, her voice soft but firm. "I wouldn't cheat on you."

Deborah's grip on her throat loosened slightly, her fingers still inside Ava, but her expression shifted, a flicker of something unguarded passing through her eyes. She blinked, as if not expecting Ava to say something like that. "What?" Deborah muttered, her voice thick with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Ava took a shaky breath, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened, but she couldn't let it go. She knew where Deborah's possessiveness came from—the deep-rooted fear of betrayal, of being replaced, of not being enough. "I know why you're acting like this," Ava whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I know you think... you think I'll hurt you. But I'm not him."

Deborah's eyes darkened, her expression hardening as she pulled her hand away from Ava, straightening up slightly. "I didn't ask for some deep conversation," Deborah muttered, her voice sharper now, defensive. "This wasn't... this isn't about him."

But Ava shook her head, her gaze still locked on Deborah's reflection in the mirror. "It is, though," Ava said softly, her voice full of understanding. "I've seen how you get when you feel like someone's slipping away, when you think you're not enough."

Deborah's jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing as she pulled away from Ava, her hands slipping to her sides as she straightened her dress. "You don't know what you're talking about," Deborah muttered, though her voice wavered slightly, betraying the emotion just beneath the surface.

Ava turned around, facing Deborah fully now, her breath still shaky but her expression softening. "Deborah," Ava whispered, her voice full of affection. "I'm not going anywhere. I wouldn't do that to you."

Deborah's eyes flickered, her defenses wavering as she glanced away, her jaw clenched tightly. "You don't understand," Deborah muttered, her voice quieter now, more vulnerable. "I'm not worried about you cheating on me. I just..."

Ava stepped closer, her hand gently brushing against Deborah's arm, her touch soft, comforting. "You just what?" Ava asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

Deborah hesitated for a moment, her eyes still avoiding Ava's gaze. "I don't know why I do this," Deborah muttered, her voice thick with frustration. "I get so caught up in... in making sure no one leaves that I push too hard."

Ava's heart ached at the vulnerability in Deborah's words, the raw emotion that she rarely let anyone see. "You don't have to push with me," Ava whispered, her hand slipping down to hold Deborah's gently. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be afraid of that."

Deborah finally looked up, her eyes meeting Ava's, the sharp edges of her usual demeanor softening just for a moment. "You say that now," Deborah muttered, her voice quieter, almost hesitant. "But you'll leave eventually. Find a reason to grow."

Ava squeezed Deborah's hand gently, her voice full of reassurance. "I'm not him, Deborah," Ava whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you like that."

The air between them was thick with unspoken words, emotions they hadn't yet fully explored. Deborah's grip on Ava's hand tightened slightly, her breath steadying as she met Ava's gaze fully, the tension between them shifting into something deeper, more intimate.

"Don't think I'll get soft on you," Deborah muttered, her voice low, though there was a hint of affection in her tone. "You still belong to me, Ava."

Ava smirked, her heart fluttering at the familiar edge in Deborah's voice, but her gaze remained soft, full of understanding. "Yeah," Ava whispered, her voice teasing but affectionate. "I like you rough."