There was always an element of danger to being a courtesan. For most people, the job was the job and being mad at someone for it made as much sense as being mad at someone for fixing a roof. It was what they did. And it was a community service on top of that. But whispers, rumors really, had floated about since the Courtesan business started. Some people weren't satisfied. They wanted to keep their partners to themselves. And for the most part, this was ignored. Not because it wasn't a good point, people could remain faithful to just one person, but that anyone who decided to use a courtesan knew what they were doing. A cheater was a cheater, but a courtesan was a worker. After all, how was a courtesan supposed to know who was involved with who?
Until the King. The glorious king with his strong arms and his kind words. He had a wife. Of course that wife would feel like something had been taken from her. But Alanna was no idiot, she knew those things. But that was what she liked about it. Who didn't like knowing they were someone important to someone who was so powerful? These things came in conflict before, and regardless, Alanna loved her work. And in her heart of hearts, what she loved more than anything else was that she made people feel, well, orgasmic. And to be honest, given how little anyone had spoken to her about the Queen, she'd assumed the King was in an open relationship. It was a selfish hope, but hope nonetheless.
Now, the woman was on top of her. Literally. And with her superior grip strength, there was no way for Alanna to move even an inch. The woman was confident. It was all over her face. In the way that she smiled with just the corners of her mouth, the way her eyes glowed in the gentle moonlight, even in the gentle, rhythmic breathes she took in. The fact that this woman was able to stay calm while being naked on another woman was startling. And quite alluring. Alanna could feel herself starting to slip. That same tug that led her to the King, to this job, it was back. What had been a spark was now an inferno.
Desire was everywhere. It was in Alanna's sweat, in her rapid breaths, even in her nose, where the Queen's perfume permeated in Alanna's mind. Was it because this was a woman dominating her? A woman that was on top of her, staring down, hungry like so many male eyes had been before? And what was going to happen now? Only a few moments had passed since the Queen had declared her ownership over the Courtesan but the silence was deafening. Alanna wanted to say something, to cry out, to beg, to curse, anything!
But nothing came. Only rapid her rapid breathing and the pounding in her ears. That must be her heartbeat. How long since she'd felt that kind of excitement and anticipation? Then, in a rush, it began.
The Queen's lips brushed up against Alanna's neck. The first gentle encounter the two had shared this entire time.
"I, what's, I don't even know your name." Alanna stammered. Her heart hammered as the Queen sat up just a bit, a frown on her face.
"I suppose you wouldn't. Why ask about the other woman? Never you mind. You can call me--" She began, and leaned back down, getting close to Alanna's ear. Electricity shot through the courtesan's body. This was intimate. Personal. Something more than when other--
"--Mistress." She settled on. It felt right coming from those pouty, full lips. And in her rich, dark eyes, Alanna could see this plan had been coming together for quite some time now.
"Yes my Queen." Alanna said, just loud enough for the Queen to hear. Quick as a cat, the Queen gripped one of Alanna's nipples. Her mistress pulled. It was a sharp pain. Enough to show Alanna that she'd done something wrong. The courtesan suspected this would happen more than once in the future.
"No. I told you what to call me. Now you say it. Say nice and loud." Her mistress demanded. Each word was clear, without any trace of weakness. The idea of such a powerful woman in her life scared Alanna. But, somewhere, it was exciting. All her life she'd been the one pulling the strings, making sure no one got too excited or not excited enough. She juggled with some of the most powerful men in the kingdom, from the King to the High Lord to the richest merchants. All of them had wanted some measure of power, but it was always an illusion. Like blowjobs. They enjoyed that a part of her was taken away, the part that speaks, and in turn, they were given pleasure. But she could bite. Balance.
This was not like that. Whatever this was, it redefined what Alanna thought about sex. What if she gave herself over to this woman? This powerful woman whose goals were pleasure and pain? Not even that much pain, if Alanna just did what her Mistress wanted. She even liked giving someone a nickname. A secret shared between the two of them. Mistress.
"Yes mistress." She finally said. It was difficult to do, but she was glad that she did. Her mistress leaned in as a result and gave Alanna a long, soft kiss. Nothing like the passionate attack that had happened before. With this, a whole new layer of meaning had been added.
"I love you." The Queen admitted. She cupped Alanna's face in her hands. "I love you so much. And I know this all must seem like a lot, and I'm a lot, but this...us. I want you to say that you want me. That's not as a mistress. Or even a queen. Just. Please." Much to Alanna's infinite surprise, the woman was genuine.
"I--" Alanna caught the words in her throat. This was a commitment. A vow not made lightly that bound her to a woman and a reality that was at once exciting and sexy, but new and quite frightening. So she deliberated. The woman was new, but her husband was comfortable. Having sex with a woman was different, to say in the least, but men would be easier. Men and women. That's what it came down to. Maybe her mistress would allow her to continue as a courtesan, but it was clear who she would truly serve. Comfort or adventure?
"I want to please you Mistress." Alanna vowed. This was new, and she wouldn't let an opportunity to make someone, no. Not someone. Her. She wouldn't let an opportunity to serve her mistress pass by.
"Very. Very good." Her mistress said. At that, she slid off Alanna, took a chair from the corner and sat in it. With one finger, she gestured for Alanna to come hither. Alanna obeyed.
She got up from the bed. Nice and slow. Locked eyes with her mistress, who was in charge here. Which, the woman pointed that slender finger down. Alanna got on her knees. Now the gesture to come forward again. Which the courtesan did. Then, the woman who had pleased countless men, crawled on all fours over to the woman that had control now.
Alanna hesitated when she arrived at the feet of her new mistress. Uncertain. Did she go for it? Or maybe she wanted to take things slower? Or maybe--
"My pussy. Eat it." Commanded her mistress. Which, Alanna went straight to.
She began with the clit, just a few tiny licks to get started. This whole relationship was so new, Alanna wasn't sure how bold to be. As the fingers of her mistress dug into her hair and shoved her head into the welcome pussy.
Now the boldness, the willingness to please, and more than that, Alanna's desire to make someone cum all over or inside of her took hold.
With her newfound passion, she began to probe the inside of her mistress. First it was shallow. Just using her tongue to thrust in and out. Her mistress let out a low groan. Almost guttural. Her mistress gripped the side of Alanna's head with the fervor of a person in extasy. Which meant it was time to turn up the proverbial heat.
Alanna began to focus on the clit. This time taking great pains to lick, suck, and even kiss it. Her mistress attempted to hold it in for a few moments. But then she broke. What came out was half a roar and half a scream. The fingers that had encouraged her movements now tried to pop Alanna's head like a grape. And with her mistresses strength, it did seem like that could be the case for a few moments.
"I came." Announced her mistresses. "And that means that you need to get something. A treat. As it were. Something to make you feel as good as I have. You'll find that our relationship will grow based on that sentence. I came. I want to cum. I want to cum my little fucking head off. And I want you, yes, you to make that happen. So now--" She paused, a dramatic and considerate pause. Slow. The woman knew that every moment she stayed in that pause, the longer Alanna's desire to get something, anything, would grow. To Alanna's surprise, she was literally shivering with anticipation.
"Now I'm going to make you scream." Her mistress revealed, then slid out of her chair, smooth and hungry as a snake. Alanna froze.
"H-how?" Alanna slapped her hand over her mouth but her mistress was quick. Pain and pleasure. She wanted to say something, to apologize, but held her tongue. Learning slowly.
