ChaoticArmcandy

  I groaned as I flopped down on the thin mattress that took up most of the floor of my sleeping cell. The rough-spun sheets were a bit scratchy on my soft, sensitive skin, but at least they were clean. I’d just emerged from a long, hot, end-of-shift shower and all I wanted right now was to squirm around naked between fresh sheets for a while.

  My hands ached from the st handful of hours I had spent scrubbing old grease traps with a stiff wire brush. Jaque had been apologetic about assigning me the task, but ultimately the dirtiest jobs went to the most junior staff. She’d made sure I had stout gloves that covered my skin to the elbows, and helped me secure a handkerchief around my nose and mouth that was soaked in alchemical filtrates, but the fumes from the harsh cleaning chemicals had still left me feeling a bit woozy.

  I dozed for a bit, thinking dreamily of the amazing plumpness of Jaques’ cheeks. I still had my supply of doses, though I hadn’t taken any since leaving Oakridge House. What if I—

  I startled like a deer as I realized the coin hanging on a thin cord around my neck was getting hot.

  Oh. Right.

  Aralia was summoning me. I shakily let out the breath I’d been holding.

  What did she want from me? A shiver of anticipation ran through me. A task? An assignment? Or—did she just want to toy with me some more?

  I bit my bottom lip, pulse quickening. Would she do more than just tease me this time? Hope mounted inside me before I could rein it in.

  No, I mentally reproached myself, specuting this way was foolish. She probably just wanted to check up on me, reaffirm her hold over me, and remind me of our respective positions. My priority had to be keeping her happy with me, and not giving her any reason to jettison me along with the risk I carried. I had to brace myself for this meeting, not melt into a puddle.

  I peeked over at my stack of folded uniforms, and flopped back down on the bed, groaning. Despite the wonder that was my new wardrobe—not only in terms of gender euphoria, but also quality, cleanliness and quantity—dressing myself was still a faltering process. I’d had no luck with the bra this morning and after struggling interminably with it in the bad lighting, I’d just decided to go without. Reluctantly, I levered myself out of bed and began, shivering, to don a fresh set of clothes.

  The walk was blessedly uneventful. I entered the alchemy building through the underground service passageways and in my maid’s uniform nobody gave me a second gnce. What made my cover so brilliant, I was realizing, was that the comings and goings of staff were already invisible and rgely unmonitored, by design. I climbed a narrow, switchback ramp tucked away inside the walls of the building and popped out in the corridor outside Aralia’s office without passing a single student.

  I paused outside her door to straighten my smock. As foolish as it felt to wonder how I looked, I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes at myself. Why on earth did I care so much?

  Because I want her to want me...

  My cheeks warmed as I reached up to rap quietly on the door. After a few seconds, it swung open and and I drew my breath as Aralia’s gaze captured me.

  Was there a spark of genuine pleasure in those gold-ringed eyes? Her presence, her scent, washing over me. I swallowed.

  She smiled. “Ah good,” was all she said.

  Then she brought her hand up and goosebumps sprang up all over my neck and scalp as her fingers slid through my hair.

  Ohhhh.

  I gave a little involuntary gasp and my eyelids fluttered. Was she petting me? No, she was just lightly dragging the tips of her fingers…

  It felt amazing.

  “Hi, Ellie,” she said softly.

  I inhaled and opened my mouth to respond, and then she clenched her hand into a fist in my hair, hard.

  “Ughnnn,” I moaned brokenly, eyes rolling back. My pussy tightened, my knees felt watery. I wobbled like a puppet with its strings cut.

  “Thought so,” she smirked, eyes dancing.

  My moan trailed up into a whine as she yanked me forward into her office and pushed the door closed. She shook me a little and I swayed in pce, gasping.

  “Good girl,” she said lightly, and I melted even more into her grip, prompting a chuckle.

  She began to lead me to her desk and I stumbled after her, delicious licks of lightning coursing between my thighs.

  Aralia twisted her grip, easily turning my head, and pulled me slowly down over her desk until one of my cheeks was pressed into the cool wooden surface.

  She grinned at me from above and I moaned shamelessly back, red-faced and breathing hard. My pussy was a slick, pulsing mess, my mind a white-hot explosion. I was shaking and twitching freely.

  “Hushhh,” she soothed, stroking my face with the back of her hand.

  I whimpered back, blushing furiously.

  She released her grip on my hair abruptly. “Still having the same problem, I see.” She rounded the desk and sank into her chair.

  I stared dazedly at her from my face-smushed position. “Wha-what?”

  She grinned at me. “Still such a little slut.”

  I gaped indignantly at her, then haltingly pushed myself upright. It was beginning to dawn on me that she wasn’t about to finish what she started. She had just been…checking??

  “That was—y-you can’t just—” I protested, stuttering. I had no idea what I was trying to say beyond how unfair this was. I desperately wished she would have kept going, at the very least. I stopped myself before that came out of my mouth and stammered to a halt, blushing furiously.

  Aralia cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  My face burned. I stared back into her challenging gaze, tongue-tied, unable to look away.

  “Are you trying to say you don’t want me to treat you like my little slut?”

  My eyes widened.

  “Or,” continued Aralia in a soft, dangerous tone, “are you trying to say that you don’t want me to stop?”

  My face was a raging inferno. “I-I, um—”

  “Because,” she interrupted smoothly “I think I already know which it is.”

  She watched me slyly as my lips parted and I began to pant. “Don’t I, Ellie?”

  My clit pulsed. “Y-yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  I stared into her hungry, pyful golden gaze and swallowed hard. “Don’t stop,” I choked.

  She gave me a superior little smirk. “Say please.”

  “Pleease,” I whispered, my face crimson.

  “Come here.”

  My heart leapt. I rounded the desk slowly, feeling like I was being reeled in by the draw of her magnetic gaze. She swiveled in her chair to face me, and I stopped in front of her, my breathing ragged and fast.

  “On your knees.”

  I sank to kneeling, my pussy spasming needily, hardly daring to think about what was happening.

  “Come closer.”

  I looked up at her in confusion. Her legs were right in front of me, but she wasn’t spreading them. If I came any closer, I would be straddling her shin.

  She beckoned me forward again, expining nothing.

  I flushed as I scooched obediently closer, my thighs now on either side of her boot. My chin was directly over her knee, my crotch so close to pressing into her shin. I looked up at her pleadingly, my cunt boiling.

  She looked smugly down at me. The pink tip of her tongue barely peeked out and swiped her lips. “Open your mouth.”

  I obeyed and she reached out and caught the tip of my chin with one hand. Then she slid her thumb into my mouth, and I moaned loudly and shamelessly as she pressed it down into the soft wetness of my tongue.

  She grinned at me as I shook and whimpered, my eyes fixed rapturously on hers.

  “Do you feel like my little slut yet, Ellie?”

  “Yethhh” I moaned, my cheeks radiating heat.

  “Is this enough, or do you want more?”

  Hot humiliation battered at me. I wanted this so, so badly. I knew I would do anything.

  “More, pleath,” I heard myself mumble in a strangled voice.

  She smiled delightedly down at me. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

  I looked at her beseechingly. “Please, I need—c-can I just—”

  She raised a pyful eyebrow at me. “Tell me what you want, Ellie.”

  My face burned like a torch. “Can—can I please come?” My mind was melting of delicious degradation.

  “Mm, that sounds very fun to watch.” Aralia lifted her leg between my thighs, pressing lightly into my hot, pulsing crotch. “Go right ahead.”

  I whined eagerly and thrust my hips, grinding myself against her. I was so, so wet.

  “That’s a good girl,” she murmured, holding my gaze. “Good asking.”

  I shuddered and moaned at the praise, hot blood pounding in my face. My toes were curled in helpless pleasure at the debasement. She could see all of me, every shameful part of me, and yet—she was praising me. It felt miraculously, wondrously good, and unutterably erotic.

  She tilted my chin up, her thumb still in my mouth. “Show me what a good girl you are, hm?”

  I squeezed her shin tightly between my thighs and pulsed my trembling hips, again and again and again. She stroked my hair as I humped her leg, scarlet-faced. She watched me hungrily and I clung to the heat of desire in her eyes.

  “That’s right, moan for me,” she whispered throatily. “I love all the cute sounds you make when you can’t help yourself.”

  I began to p her thumb, making little whimpering noises in the back of my throat. Letting her softened golden gaze penetrate deep into my eyes while she used me this way was so incredibly hot. It felt so good to be seen in this way by her—like being held in a way I’d never been held before.

  “This is where you belong, isn’t it Ellie? On your knees, letting me use your mouth while you get off by rubbing your hot, wet cunt on my leg?”

  I whined back at her and the urging of my hips against her leg became harder, faster, shorter.

  She grinned at me. “That’s it. Good girl. Go ahead.”

  I tensed, trembling, and began to convulse, breathing raggedly.

  “There you go. Come for me. You adorable thing.” She stroked my head and ran gentle fingers through my hair as I shook and squirmed and drenched her leg.

  Finally my breathing slowed, and I limply turned my head and rested my cheek on the top of her thigh.

  She was still slowly petting me. “Gorgeous,” she murmured. “Such a sweet, cute girl.”

  I blinked dazedly, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I desperately wanted her to keep stroking me and whispering a soft stream of gentle praise.

  “What a pretty little thing you are,” she soothed, obligingly.

  I hugged her leg and held on tightly as another wave of shudders swept through me.

  “Good girl. You’re adorable, do you know that?”

  “Thank you,” I whispered, half into her trousers. “Thank you, thank you.”

  “I love how eager to please you are.” I heard the smile in her voice. “It’s kind of irresistibly cute.”

  I squirmed in pleasure at the praise. “Really?”

  “Yes. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, actually,” Aralia admitted.

  She’d been thinking about me? I looked up at her with a shy smile, biting my bottom lip.

  Her golden-ringed eyes sparked back at me. She stroked my cheek with the backs of her fingers. “For fuck’s sake, you can’t turn it off, can you?”

  I blinked. “What?”

  She shook her head, groaning with frustration. “Never mind your pretty little head, you slut.”

  I shivered with pleasure and pressed myself harder into her leg.

  “Wow,” she breathed “just look at how you respond to that. Oh, that reminds me.” Still stroking my head with her other hand, she pulled out a drawer and rummaged in it. “Here.”

  She presented a small vial about half full of clear liquid. “This is an alchemical hepatic I made for you. Unscrew the cap and sniff in the fumes every morning and every night for a few days. It should help with your, ah—” Aralia winked at me. “Problem.”

  I blushed and hesitantly took it. She’d made it for me? Herself? My head spun. I had just come completely undone—and come as hard as I ever had—wrapped around this young woman’s leg, while she’d looked on. She’d held my gaze steadily as I’d completely debased myself, while vishing me with a heady, continuous stream of praise and condescension.

  Her fingers ran through my hair again. I squirmed on her leg, feeling exquisitely vulnerable and yet contained, like hot, dark honey poured into a cup. A rush of gratitude almost overwhelmed me.

  “Thank you.” I looked back up at her. “For, um, everything. Hiding me.” I swallowed. “I still can’t believe—that you did that, for me.”

  She was giving me a concerned look. That was a good sign, right? Please, please be safe. Please.

  I took a deep breath, struggling to find less desperate words for what I was trying to say. “If you…hadn’t, I think someone else might have—have gotten, um—” I shuddered, remembering Creswell’s flinty eyes narrowing.

  “I-I think you might have saved my, um, life,” I muttered, flushing. “And I just hope you still want to…keep me?”

  Aralia hesitated, seeming to choose her words carefully. “I’m not going to throw you away like jetsam, Ellie. Or leave you hung out to dry. Not in this pce. You’re not alone any more, okay?”

  She cupped my cheek and my eyelids fluttered as she circled her fingertips lightly around my earlobe.

  I stared into this older girl’s warm, intensely clear, golden-brown eyes, unable to remember how I’d ever thought her coldly predatory. Had she always been there, behind the hawk’s mask?

  I sighed as my lungs rexed, my chest filling with rippling, sweet relief. She wanted me. She’d called me good. She wasn’t going to throw me away.

  “Okay,” I breathed. “Thank you.”

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