Day 12 - Roleplay/DomSub

Day 12 - Roleplay/DomSub

Ava barely had time to drop her bag before she felt the shift in the air. The second she stepped through the door to Deborah's LA mansion, something changed. There was a tension in the room, something unspoken but thick, lingering in the space between them. Deborah stood by the window, one hand holding a glass of wine like she owned the sparling skyline outside. She didn't bother to turn around right away, didn't need to. She already had all the power.

"You're late," Deborah muttered, the words slicing through the silence like a razor.

Ava's pulse kicked up. She knew exactly what was happening—this was all part of the game. They'd talked about it, mapped it out carefully, even made rules. But rules didn't change the fact that, tonight, Deborah was in full control. Ava felt it in every syllable, every beat of silence.

She tried to play it off, keeping her voice light. "I didn't realize I was punching a clock."

Deborah turned then, her gaze pinning Ava in place. There was nothing playful about the way she looked at her, nothing soft in the way she moved. "Oh, you are," Deborah said, stepping closer, her voice like velvet laced with steel. "You work for me again. I'm in charge. Don't. Forget. That."

Ava swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as Deborah's presence filled the room, swallowing up all the air. It was suffocating in the best possible way. She had been craving this—the dominance, the authority. She needed it like an addict needed a hit. But tonight? Tonight, Deborah was in rare form.

"I could ruin you," Deborah continued, circling her like a predator, her voice a low, cutting growl. "You're paid by me. Your very livelihood depends on me. I hold all the cards. You're lucky I even let you walk through that door. If I wanted to, I could make sure no one ever hired you again."

Ava shuddered, her body responding to the power Deborah wielded over her. Every word sent another shock of electricity through her. She knew it was a role, a game they'd created together, but something about hearing Deborah say those things like she truly meant it hit her in ways she hadn't expected.

Deborah didn't stop. "You think you can waltz in here like you own the place? Like you don't answer to me?"

Ava's lips parted, but nothing came out. The weight of Deborah's words pressed down on her, the intensity of it so much more than she had imagined. "No," Ava whispered, her voice barely there, her body trembling. "I know who's in charge."

Deborah's eyes gleamed, a flicker of something almost dangerous flashing behind them. She stepped closer, grabbing Ava's chin roughly, forcing her to meet her gaze. "That's right," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You belong to me, and you'll do exactly what I say—or I'll make sure you regret it."

Ava nodded, her heart thudding against her ribs as Deborah's grip tightened, the threat hanging in the air between them. "Yes," Ava muttered, her voice shaking. "I will."

Deborah gave a satisfied smirk, one that sent a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through Ava. Without another word, she shoved Ava backward, forcing her onto the couch, her eyes never leaving her. "Take your clothes off," Deborah commanded, her voice a sharp, uncompromising whip. "Now."

Ava hesitated only for a second, her fingers trembling as she began to undress. The air felt colder against her skin than usual, a stark contrast to the heat building inside her. Deborah watched her every move, her gaze dark and heavy with control. She didn't have to say a word for Ava to know she was in charge.

"You're so easy to break," Deborah muttered as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Ava's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You act tough, but all it takes is a few words, and you're mine."

Deborah wasted no time. She pushed Ava flat into the couch, climbing on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. Ava's heart pounded in her chest as Deborah's fingers dug into her skin, her grip unrelenting.

"I could ruin you," Deborah hissed, her voice thick with control. The older woman's hand clamped down on Ava's throat, her eyes dark with control. "I could end your career tonight if I wanted. But maybe I'll be generous. Maybe I'll let you prove yourself useful."

Ava whimpered, her body trembling beneath Deborah's touch. Her breath came in shaky bursts, the intensity of the moment almost too much. "Yes... please," Ava whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Deborah grinned, a wicked gleam in her eye as she leaned down, her lips barely brushing Ava's skin. "You're going to do exactly what I say," she growled, her hand sliding lower. "And you're going to thank me for it."

Ava nodded, her entire body surrendering to Deborah's will. "Thank you, Deborah," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but full of need.

Deborah didn't give her a moment of relief. Her fingers slid between Ava's legs, pushing inside with a sudden, rough thrust that made Ava cry out, her body arching under Deborah's touch.

"You like that, don't you?" Deborah muttered, her voice low and thick with satisfaction. "You love being at my mercy."

Ava's hips bucked against her hand, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes... God, yes," Ava whimpered, her voice thick with pleasure.

Deborah's grin widened as she increased her pace, her grip on Ava's wrists tightening. "Remember who's in charge," she growled, thrusting harder, pushing Ava to the edge. "You don't get to come until I say so."

Deborah's fingers thrust deeper, rougher, her pace relentless as she worked Ava's body with precision, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. "You want to come so badly, don't you?" Deborah growled, her voice full of satisfaction. "You're desperate for it."

Ava whimpered, her hips rocking involuntarily as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. "Please... Deborah... I need to—" Deborah's hand moved quickly, tightening around Ava's throat, her fingers applying just enough pressure to keep her in place.

"You don't get to ask," Deborah hissed, her voice dripping with command. "You didn't ask to become head writer. You took, Ava. Now I am taking."

Ava's heart raced, her body trembling with the effort of holding back, her mind spinning from the intensity of Deborah's control. "I... I can't hold it..."

Ava gasped, her voice weak, her body teetering on the edge of release.

Deborah grinned, her fingers thrusting even harder now, her hand still wrapped around Ava's throat as she whispered, "Good. Then come for me."

The words were like a switch, and Ava's body exploded with pleasure. The orgasm crashed over her with such force that her entire body shook, her hips bucking wildly against Deborah's hand as wave after wave of release washed over her. She cried out, her voice filled with a mix of relief and pure, unfiltered desire.

Deborah didn't stop, her fingers continuing to thrust, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Ava's body finally went limp, spent and trembling beneath her.

As Ava lay there, her chest heaving, Deborah pulled her hand back, her grip loosening on Ava's throat. For a moment, Deborah stayed in control, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Ava struggle to catch her breath.

But then, something shifted.

Deborah's smirk faded, her hand moving from Ava's throat to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. The intensity of the moment seemed to fall away, leaving only the quiet aftermath, the weight of what had just happened between them lingering in the air.

"Are you okay?" Deborah asked, her voice softer now, almost hesitant as she looked down at Ava, her eyes filled with something that hadn't been there before—concern.

Ava blinked, her body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, but her heart swelled at the sudden shift in Deborah's demeanor. The sharp, commanding edge that had been there just moments ago was gone, replaced by a softness that made Ava's chest tighten.

"Yeah..." Ava muttered, her voice weak but full of affection. "I'm more than okay."

Deborah's eyes flickered with uncertainty as she gently let go of Ava's wrists, her fingers brushing lightly over Ava's cheek.

"Did I... go too far?" Deborah asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid of the answer. Ava's heart melted at the vulnerability in Deborah's voice. She could see it now—how much Deborah had been holding back, how much she worried about pushing too hard. But there was no need for that.

"You were perfect," Ava whispered, her voice full of warmth as she reached up to touch Deborah's face, her fingers brushing lightly over her skin. "You have nothing to worry about."

Deborah's brow furrowed slightly, her eyes searching Ava's face for any sign of doubt. "I don't know... I just... I didn't want to hurt you," Deborah muttered, her voice thick with emotion, her usual confidence replaced by something softer, more unsure.

Ava smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she leaned into Deborah's touch. "Deb you have nothing to worry about," Ava whispered, her voice full of reassurance. "You rocked my world."

Deborah let out a soft, shaky laugh, her forehead resting against Ava's as the tension between them dissolved into something tender, something full of unspoken affection. "You're sure?" Deborah asked, her voice quieter now, filled with a vulnerability she rarely showed.

Ava nodded, her hand still gently cupping Deborah's cheek as she whispered, "I'm more than sure. That was... exactly what I needed."