Author's note. This chapter is a bit lovey dovey. If you're not into that, SORRY! It might also be a bit shorter than the last one. I haven't measured it; I just kinda end them where the idea naturally burns out. Enjoy!
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Melinda woke slowly. Red hair splayed on her pillow, she felt something on top of her, lightly touching her face and neck. Her senses came to her slowly, but she was aware of a weight on her; all around her, keeping her pinned on the bed. The pressure was heavy but comfortable.
She heard a soft murmur, then felt a pair of lips press against hers. Her echoic memory translated the words.
"Good morning,"
someone had said. She remembered the previous night quickly, and realized it was that incorrigible lover of hers on top of her, canoodling her while she woke up.
Anne,
Melinda thought fondly. She couldn't honestly do much else but think. The young woman was pinned down. Anne laid on top of her, arms wrapped around Melinda's body. With a flood of embarrassment and reluctant arousal, the redhead realized Anne had her legs spread. She tried to speak, but Anne pressed her lips against Melinda's, keeping the smaller woman quiet, save for a soft whine.
If it came down to a struggle, Anne would win hands down. Melinda gave up nearly a foot in height, and several pounds of muscle to her opponent. Not only that, Anne had an aggression and a seductive approach that debilitated Melinda. Tan, black haired, and well built, and devilishly handsome, Anne was far stronger than the small, soft, buxom Melinda. It was quite the point of contention; last night, Anne had picked on and played with the redhead to her heart's content, both at the gym and in Anne's house. Melinda was now waking up in Anne's bedroom.
It was maddening, but intensely arousing. Melinda never knew how much she loved being dominated. She didn't even know she liked women until last night.
When Anne parted their lips, Melinda managed a two soft words. "Quit it." The sentence wasn't particularly convincing to Anne, but the woman decided to let Melinda catch her breath. She laid her face between Melinda's neck and shoulder, relaxing there. "C'mon. I can't move..." Melinda squirmed, but the effort only made Anne laugh.
"I'm not even trying," Anne said lightly into Melinda's neck, sending a shiver down the redhead's spine with her breath. "How about a quickie? Before you leave, huh?"
"You've already gotten me twice." Melinda's squirming intensified. "Let me go." Anne briefly tightened the hug, and Melinda squeaked softly. The sound made Anne laugh more. "Stop." Embarrassed now, Melinda stopped moving, and Anne got bored of the one-sided contest. She stood up on her knees, and Melinda closed her legs, but didn't get out of bed. Anne took it as a cue to get in more quality time.
Laying back down beside Melinda, she wrapped an arm around the smaller woman, kissing her shoulder. The redhead didn't move, staring at the ceiling. Last night had been the best sex she'd ever had, and likely the best night of sleep. Anne gently bit Melinda's shoulder, still testing the waters. She worked one arm around the redhead's shoulders, her free right hand falling on Melinda's belly.
"You're really cute." Anne lifted the covers to look Melinda over, eyes feasting on her naked body. The redhead, incensed, yanked the covers back down, still on guard. "Fine, fine." The raven haired woman conceded, her hand returning to the woman's stomach. "So, rate my performance. How was I last night?"
Melinda didn't answer, staring up at the ceiling. Anne sighed loudly. "You know, we talked about this. I hate it when you go quiet on me." Anne's hand traced small circles around Melinda's belly button. Just that touch was agitating Melinda in a good way. She wanted to lay back and let Anne fuck her again, but she resisted the urge to submit, keeping on a poker face.
If I let Anne pick on me, and reward her with sex, she'll fuck with me constantly.
The word "fuck" carried a dual meaning in this context.
I gotta lay down the law somehow.
Anne's hand moved up to Melinda's chest. The redhead covered her nipples with her hands, biting her lip. Anne grinned, getting up onto her shoulder and looking down at Melinda. She said nothing, maintaining control and staying on the attack. Melinda felt herself melt.
That power. Anne radiated it. She could never lay down the law with Anne because Anne had her beat in almost every regard. Bigger, stronger, clearly more experienced. "That's right." Anne whispered the words. "You know you're mine, don't you?"
Melinda rolled onto her side and Anne moved with her, pulling Melinda so her ass was against Anne's crotch. Melinda laid there helplessly as Anne spooned her. "Where do you think you're going?" Anne's voice was pleasant, but ravenous. Melinda felt the heat of Anne's breath as the bigger woman moved in to bite her neck. Anne's hand crept down Melinda's belly, moving towards her exposed, naked pussy. Melinda felt her heart pounding in her chest as she quickly managed a few words to halt this madness.
"...Can we just talk for a while?" Melinda managed the words before Anne could make her move. She half expected the woman to ravish her anyway. To her surprise, Anne backed off.
"Sure." Anne said casually. Melinda breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "What's your full name?"
Melinda swallowed. Something urged her not to do give up her full name quite yet. She was deeply superstitious, and had a fascination with demon lore. Among demons, names carried power. To fully banish a spirit back to hell, one needed the demon's name.
In this age of social media and digital profiles, a name carried weight too. If she gave away her name, Anne would have her by the metaphorical balls.
"...Tell me yours first." Melinda decided to see if Anne trusted her. It would also buy time to make up her mind.
"Anne Aiden Pinder."
"What's Anne short for?" Melinda's suspicion faded, replaced by curiosity.
"...Uh..." Anne stopped for a moment, her brow furrowing.
"Holy shit," Melinda murmured. She turned her body around to face Anne. She had a giddy smile on her face. "That's the first time I've gotten you to hesitate about something." Anne didn't look amused. Melinda didn't feel intimidated by her blank stare. She felt powerful, as a matter of fact. "Is it something embarrassing?"
With a sigh, Anne decided to get it over with and say it.
Alright, may as well rip this band-aid off.
"Tiffany. Tiffany Aiden Pinder." Anne said the name through her teeth. Melinda cupped her hands to her mouth, trying not to laugh. Melinda failed, laughing out loud in Anne's face. The raven haired woman rolled her eyes, but had a smile on her face. The two shared a laugh for a moment. As embarrassing as it was, it did feel good to laugh at herself. Melinda had a pretty laugh.
"Yeah, I've always hated that name. So frilly and girly. I'd kill for a name like Melinda. Linda would be great."
Collecting herself, Melinda wiped a laughter induced tear from her eye. "I think Anne suits you. It's strong."
"Thanks. So, your full name?" Anne passed the mike back to Melinda, so to speak. The redhead thought for a moment, before throwing caution to the wind and giving her name.
