"Miho," I slide in beside her as she fills an order for one of our regulars. It's an iced toffee mocha latte - which, in my opinion, is an abomination to coffee. We're already supposed to be closed but our regular just switched to night shifts and we're willing to wait the extra fifteen minutes for them to come in just before their Wednesday night hospital shift. All that's left now for us is to lock the store, turn out the lights, and leave.
Hopefully we leave together.
"What's up?" She asks, concentrating on getting the correct measurements of flavoring into the cup. Our regular stands outside the door on their phone.
"Can I take you to the movies after we close?"
"Nope!" She says cheerfully, flouncing away to pass off the coffee to the regular without even sparing me a glance. I hear her tell him to have a great evening before he walks away and she locks the door. I simply stand next to the coffee bar, stunned.
"What?" I stutter as she turns the sign. "But I thought..."
"What, that we're dating because I asked you to get on your knees?" Miho is looking at me, her dark hair framing her face. She holds the shop's keys in her hands and studies me as I stammer. I hardly realize I'm playing with my choker until I see her eyes flicker to it. I drop my hand. It's the only one I've worn since her and I hooked up in the stockroom. She saunters towards me.
"Love, if anyone is taking anyone out," she is close to me now, inches away and looking at me like a wolf studies its prey, "It'll be me taking you out on your leash."
My stutter stops at that. I don't exactly remember when her hands ghosted up my thighs, nor when she'd backed me up to the bar, but suddenly there we were. I don't mind being pinned in place by Miho.
"Put your hands on the counter." She says to me, firmly. I listen. I don't think there's a universe in which I don't listen. Mino finds it very funny.
"Wow," she leans up to kiss my chin, "that was fast."
"You know I'll do anything you say Miho." I can hear my own heart beating again, hard enough that it feels like my chest is aching. "Especially when you say it like that."
She hums a response. It isn't any real word but it still sounds pleased. She takes a step back and studies me. I try not to fidget. In all my past experiences, I'm not to move unless I'm told.
I like it that way.
"Anything?" She asks. I simply nod.
"So if I said I wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck you until you couldn't breathe," she asks, "would you do that?"
"Yes." I answer in a breath. I feel my cheeks go pink and hot under her gaze. She's smirking at me and I can't tell if it's because I break so easily, or because she likes to see me like this. Either way, her eyes are shining with something mischievous.
"No talking," She says to me. "The only thing you're allowed to say is stop. Okay?"
I open my mouth to confirm and then shut it. I nod my head instead. I have the sneaking suspicion that Miho likes it when someone has a hard time staying quiet. I don't mind.
"What if I said I wanted to make you come, over and over again on the counter right here." She leans in close and for a second we're breathing the same air. "Then I said I wanted to put you on your leash and take you to my house to do it all again? "
My eyes go wide. She laughs softly.
"What? I only live a few blocks away. Only a few people would see you." She stares at me, waiting for my response.
I'm comfortable enough in my submission to no longer get embarrassed over the fact I get off to ideas like that. And I'm comfortable enough to nod my okay at her. Apparently though, I'm not good enough at keeping quiet. Before I can stop it, a small whimper escapes my throat.
I whimper at the thought of Miho pulling off my uniform. The thought of my body spread on the cold countertop that her and I just wiped down together, her hand moving between my thighs. The thought of her whispering in my ear and biting into my neck as she tells me when I'm allowed to come, over and over again. It's enough to make me shudder, that is the thought of her pulling me up by my choker and kissing me softly as she clips her leash - my leash - to it and pulls me out the door, into the cold night air. Maybe she lives only a few blocks away, but I would be exposed and completely at her mercy. And Miho does not seem like she would be merciful.
She swallows my whimper whole with a kiss, nearly crushing my lips between hers. I want to reach and grasp her face in my hands, feel her cheeks to see if they're as warm as my own. See if her bravado is real. But I don't. I keep my hands on the counter because that's what she told me to do.
"Put your hands above your head." She says and I obey without even thinking. She tugs at my shirt and pulls it as high as she can. Our height difference means I have to get the last few inches of it over my hands, but it's no big deal. I cast it aside and stop, pushing her away from my lips, my fingers touching her chin. Her gaze instantly becomes worried.
"What is it?" She asks, bravado fading, "Are you okay?"
I nod and point at the glass doors and windows at the front of our store. Coffee Cup is a very well lit area during the day, mainly due to its front wall of floor to ceiling shatter proof glass. Unfortunately, with the lights on, anyone can see us.
"It's fine, I locked the door." She smiles shyly. "No one can get in."
I shake my head and sigh, breaking my silence.
"They can still see us though." I reply and suddenly she gets it. She just looks at me, something sneaky playing across her face.
"So what if they do?" She says and plays with the hair falling around my shoulders. She pulls my arms towards her and I gently wrap them around her neck, hanging them off her shoulders.
"Are you afraid someone might see you, lying on the bartop and submitting to my every whim?" She asks. I swallow. I don't exactly have an answer for her. She smiles and ducks out from under my arms. Walking over to the adjacent wall, she flips the lights off. The only light left is the soft glow from the streetlamp across the way. At night, Coffee Cup at least has enough shadows that any passerby would have to do a double take.
"Is that better Amber?" She ghosts across the tile towards me and I nod. "Good." She says and pats the bartop. "I want you to undress for me and lay yourself across here. I expect you to be ready by the time I'm back."
