Rosemary and Cornelia Pt. 08

Cornelia breathed in the scent of the girl, running her lips against her neck with a gentle purr. She let a kiss trail down her neck to the back of her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around the girl, started exploring her skin, moving up towards her beautiful breasts. Cornelia let out a shuddering breath, realizing she'd been a little more pent up than she'd thought. She grumbled, but her hands returned to a comfortable resting position, her mouth stopping the gentle exploration. "Goodnight, pet." She whispered. Her breath was still unsteady when she exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself and fall asleep. She fidgeted, her legs trying to find a more comfortable position. She was exhausted, but sleep refused to find her.

Cornelia could feel her arousal from earlier starting to rise up in her. The scene replaying in her head, Rosemary's screams, her excitement, her desperate demand for more. The way sweat had dripped down her face, fear mixed with sheer force of will in her eyes. The will to submit, to take everything Cornelia could throw at her. Cornelia felt her toes curling, her breathing growing faster. If she was alone she might have tried to touch herself but she knew there was no point, she could barely ever get off properly that way, though... with the scene playing in her head over and over, so fresh in her memory, maybe she could've this once. She was fairly sure Rosemary was asleep, should she? No. She didn't have time and she didn't really feel good touching herself anyway, felt teenage, embarrassing and shameful. She knew that was her own trauma, her parents through her, but it didn't change how she felt, just made her more frustrated by it. She rolled onto her back, her arm still under Rosemary. She felt like she'd been lying there an hour but she was fairly sure it had barely been 15 minutes and whatever she did seemed to worsen it.

Rosemary had closed her eyes, but found sleep elusive, that was normal for her. If she was lucky Rosemary got four, maybe five hours of sleep. If she was lucky. She functioned regularly off of three hours usually. She just didnt sleep well, past trauma's bubbled up to the surface and she would wake up in terror, screaming, wondering where she was, but tonight felt different, there was an air of comfort as she felt Cornelia wrap her arms around her. Then the hands began exploring her and she let out tiny moans and murmurs of pleasure. She felt Cornelia's hands grab her breasts and slightly hook her nipple rings with her thumbs, pulling on them softly for a bit and Rosemary felt herself thrust out her chest slightly. Wetness began building between her legs then it stopped. It stopped completely and Rosemary opened her eyes.

Sleep had been shot to hell for the next little while but what was strange was that Cornelia couldnt seem to sleep either, she kept thrashing and moving, making small noises and mumbling to herself, they were things Rosemary couldnt quite make out but it was clear Cornelia was having a pretty bad go of it. Rosemary shifted back and felt a damp patch on her butt, that wasnt from her. Sitting up she looked fully at Cornelia and realized the woman had not gotten off at all that night. Resolving what to do without thinking how Cornelia would feel she threw the sheets off and crawled over Cornelia. Then she lowered her face to the Domme's pussy and began to lick at it, starting with long slow licks up and along her slit, before allowing her tongue to delve deeper.

Once she had gotten Cornelia nice and wet, her tongue and mouth centered in on Cornelia's clit while two fingers pushed themselves into the Domme's cunt and began to pump in and out slowly building up speed until there were squelching noises sounding through the room. All the while her lips sucked in the older woman's love button, her teeth bit down on it while her tongue flicked at the swollen bud, trying to give the older woman as much pleasure as possible.

The surprise of the blankets flying off the bed was nothing in comparison to the shock Cornelia felt being tackled down, the fun sized woman practically diving into her. She was lost for words, and when she finally got a protest to the front of her mouth, the thing that emerged from her instead was a lustful moan. Her eyes flickered as Rosemary started working on her with the passion of a woman finding fresh water for the first time in a week. The pleasure Rosemary started ringing out of her slowly but surely melting away her reservations. She'd needed this, far more than she'd been willing to admit to herself or anyone else. She grabbed the woman's hair roughly, needing some kind of control in the situation. "Fuck..." She felt her breath stolen, her words failing her from a mix of exhaustion and desperate need. She wanted to do more, take control, roll on top and ride the woman the way she decided, but she was stuck against the bed, her head pressing back against the covers and her moans echoing louder and louder into the bedroom. "Almost..." Was all that managed to escape her lips, her legs locking around the woman's back, her fingers gripping tighter into the hair.

Rosemary could feel the hand entwining in her hair, pulling it and guiding her head as Cornelia tried to take some control of the situation. The redhead knew this was an aggressive move, far more aggressive than she usually felt comfortable with and she was sure than Cornelia felt comfortable with but the older woman seemed to be willing to let it happen. The moans of pleasure she heard behind her were music to her ears and she redoubled her efforts, driving her tongue as deep as she could into the other woman while her fingers drove in harder. She watched as Cornelia's legs moved up and over before coming down on her and trapping Rosemary in place. She heard her speak just one word and felt the grip tighten as her face was pushed hard against Cornelia's pussy. Rosemary pushed a third finger into Cornelia's cunt as she continued sucking on the woman's clit her tongue occasionally lapping over her slit to lick up any nectar that leaked out.

Cornelia wanted to stifle the sounds that escaped her but had to allow them to fill the room like the high chanting of sex. She felt the third finger driving into her, felt the tongue on her clit, sending shivers through her. Her other hand drove into Rosemary's hair as though trying to crush the woman's head, her nails digging into her scalp. The buildup finally crashed into release and she moaned animalistically, a sound she felt surprised and a little embarrassed to hear exit her lips. Her body trembled, her thigh crushing against Rosemary as the ecstasy rushed through her almost painfully after so long. She fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. "D- Don't do that again..." She panted up into the ceiling. "But... It was nice." She admitted, laying flat against the bed, trying to recover.

Rosemary could feel the orgasm coming through the ways Cornelia's body tightened around her, the way her legs crushed against her and the way Cornelia's fingers dug into her scalp. She felt the raven haired woman's whole body tense as her moaning turned into a pure scream of pleasure and suddenly Rosemary's mouth was flooded with the other woman's juices, she tried to swallow it all but it was obvious that Cornelia had probably not cum for a long time, at least as long as it had been for Rosemary if not longer, and her juices spilled out of Rosemary's mouth, running down her chin as she winced from the amount of force Cornelia was using as she pulled on Rosemary's hair. Finally Cornelia's body began to relax and her legs unwound from Rosemary. The young woman carefully got off from on top of the dominant woman. Her heart sank when the first words from the Domme were not to do that again, but it rose a bit when Cornelia mentioned that it had been nice.

Crawling up to the Domme she kissed the woman's cheek. "I just wanted to help you sleep, you seemed so tense that I had hoped this would relax you...but Im sorry, I should have asked permission. I understand if you need to punish me," Rosemary replied though she didnt actually sound sorry at all for what she had done. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight spilling in from the window, her pale form almost glowing in the light as she knelt by Cornelia's side.

Cornelia made a disgruntled sound of acceptance, "I will. I was going to go easy on you tomorrow, but I think that plans out of the window." She couldn't help but stare as she gazed on Rosemary's form, she was incredibly beautiful, especially like this. The red lines still colored her body in a beautiful tapestry, offsetting her white skin in a beautiful contrast. She sighed deeply, "Maybe I did need that." She admitted, letting her head fall down, averting her eyes. "But I don't appreciate being... handled like that. You'll ask permission, and you will not touch me like that unless I tell you to." There was a snarl at the end of her words, part of her seemed pleased at what had happened, but there was a part of her that was pissed, looming just under the surface which came out in those final syllables.

Rosemary looked away as well when Cornelia averted her eyes. She could tell that the woman was at least a little pleased. That she had enjoyed being able to cum, but the venom in her words at the end actually made Rosemary flinch a little. She had not meant to make Cornelia angry, she had wanted to please her, she had not thought to ask permission, she had only wanted to help. "Im...Im sorry Miss Kruger," she said, her voice now quiet and uncertain. Taking hold of the sheets she pulled them up over the Domme and then laid down herself, her back to the older woman and spaced well enough away to give Cornelia space if she wanted. Rosemary curled up under the sheets and remained silent, not crying, not even wholly sad. After all, she didnt know the woman very well, but she would have been lying to herself in not acknowledging that there was some hurt that she was feeling.

Cornelia watched the kicked puppy turn from her and mope. For a moment she defiantly thought 'Good', then tried to fall asleep. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the spite and hurt to turn into guilt and regret. She sighed, rolling over to once against scoop Rosemary into a spooning position. "I'm sorry, pet. I didn't mean to snap at you." She kissed the back of her neck, "I know you were trying to help, and... you did." Her tone was encouraging and gentle. "But...remember I said we all have shit in our past? For me... part of what that means is that you can't do something like that. I don't... I don't deal well with being touched like that unless I feel in complete control. I don't like being touched in public or with an audience and I don't like being touched against my will. Even when I admittedly need it." She stroked the woman's hair, nuzzling her nose into the back of her head and trying not to think about how Rosemary had used Fay's shampoo and now smelled like her. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. I shouldn't have."

The young woman had closed her eyes, trying to ignore the hurt, to block it out. Then she felt an arm wrap around her and pull her close to Cornelia again. She heard the older woman's voice in her ear. Apologizing for snapping at her but also giving an explanation, letting Rosemary know that while she had needed what had happened that she didnt like losing control like she had, that it made her feel wrong and uncomfortable. Rosemary could understand. She had her own quirks and obstacles due to her past, it would be horrible of her to deny Cornelia those same allowances. She felt Cornelia burrow into her hair and breath deeply. "Apology accepted," Rosemary said quietly. "Im sorry for just jumping on you like that...I only wanted to help. I knew you needed sleep and I didnt want you to toss and turn all night and be tired for your job tomorrow, but I should have asked. Im sorry for not asking." She snuggled deeper into Cornelia's arms though she stayed curled into a ball. It was how she usually slept. Even with Cornelia there holding her some habits wouldnt be broken so easily and she just felt...safer this way.

Cornelia breathed deeply, "Apology accepted." She mirrored with a gentle smile on her face. "But seriously, don't do it again." She yawned, pulling the blanket tighter around herself and curling up a bit around Rosemary, her knees resting against the back of the woman's legs. She sounded like she was about to say more but instead a gentle snoring started rising from the tall woman's throat.

Rosemary gagged as Don shot his load deep down her throat and pulled his cock from her mouth. She could feel his cum spilling out after him and he slapped her hard across the face again, she cried out as she tried to curl up but the ropes keeping her suspended would not allow that kind of movement especially the one around her throat that had been pulled tight enough that it caused her to choke with the slightest movement. Another strike to her face and more choking. Through the haze fogging her mind she heard him speak, though the blindfold prevented her from seeing him. "How dare you lose any of my cum, you fucking cunt. I guess you still haven't learned your lesson."

She felt the cold steel of the knife along her back and she tried pleading with him, begging him through the ring gag before the pleading turned into a scream as she felt the knife cut deep into her and slide from just above her ass almost to the base of her neck. Her body went limp as a new white hot pain was added to the four currently there. She let out a deep shaking, shuddering breath as she began to sob. Not for the first time she wondered what had happened. Where had everything gone wrong?

She heard the sound of the knife being set down and then boot steps before the whip crashed hard into her cunt and she screamed again. It hit again harder and harder with every swing. She lost track of how long it went on for but by the time he finished, she was sobbing uncontrollably. More bootsteps then the blindfold was removed and he grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head up, tightening the rope around her neck. He spat in her face. "Im done with you cunt. But one of my friends asked to take their turn with you and since you're good for nothing but using your holes I figured why not." He let go of her head and stepped aside to reveal a stunning dark haired beauty with a huge strap on pulled around her hips. Rosemary felt like she knew the woman and as she tried to keep her eyes on her as she moved closer in dawned on her who it was.

Rosemary woke up gasping, tears rolling from her eyes, only years of practiced holding it in prevented her from shrieking like a banshee. She sat upright, looking over at Cornelia who had let go of her in her sleep. Pushing the covers off of her she left the bedroom. "Its ok," she spoke quietly to herself. "It was just a dream, nothing happened." But as if the prickling itch in her scars wasnt enough. It did so happen, and who is to say it wont happen again here. "Cornelia wouldn't, she...she couldn't." How can you be so sure? Going downstairs Rosemary laid on the couch in the living room, curling up she shut her eyes, humming a soothing tune to herself as she closed her eyes once more.

The gentle ocean sounds of the alarm were still like screeching seagulls this early in the morning. Cornelia shot up from the bed with a heavy groan. She remembered Rosemary and the night prior, looking to see if she'd accidentally woken the smaller woman. She furrowed her brow, realizing there was noone there. Had she been ghosted? Maybe, hopefully if she had, she wouldn't have been robbed. As she got out of bed she tried to convince herself that she wouldn't care if Rosemary had simply wanted her for the night and ran off before dawn. Why not? They'd both had fun, and they'd specifically agreed not to date, it was fine. The needles driving slowly into her heart with every such thought made it more than clear that it wasn't fine. She'd extended herself to the woman, been so vulnerable, been so real with her, and she'd just left!? Cornelia felt sadness become anger and spite and she resolved to make sure to give the little slut her comeuppance if she saw her again. She'd destroy her. Her anger turned bitter as she realized how much she wanted to see the woman again. To destroy her, of course.

She went quickly through her morning routine in a foul mood. Then as she went to skip breakfast and make herself a coffee she heard a gentle sound from her couch, the mewl of a sleeping woman who'd heard a noise which had almost woken her up. She blinked, Rosemary had gone to sleep on the couch? The black haired woman scratched her head in confusion as to why in the world she would, but she couldn't deny the sense of relief that washed over her when she found her like this. "Honestly..." She smiled exasperatedly, "You'll get sick sleeping like that, pet." She said softly. Returning to her bedroom to find a summer duvet and placing it gently over Rosemary. The black linen with a green snake emblazoned on it felt very teenage but... Cornelia still quite liked it. She smiled as the woman turned in her sleep, a deep breath and a soft groan escaping her. "I'm going to work, pet. I hope you're here when I return." She said to herself. Writing a quick note and putting it on the table.

'Morning, pet.

Feel free to eat anything you find around the house.

Here's my number in case you need it.

C'