Remember who you belong to.
On the way home, something wasn't settling right in Joans stomach. She went back to Veras, opened herself up, yet Vera wanted to come in today and just as though it didn't happen. Joan doesn't ever open herself up. Hell, everyone thought she was emotionless. But she wasn't. She just had to meaning feelings. She kept her feelings to herself, for a reason. Was this going to backfire on her?
She shook her head, looking over at her dad, who occupied the passenger seat.
“You don't know what you are talking about.” Her voice was firm and reassuring.
“Joan, what have I told you? You are letting your emotions take the lead on this.”
“This is different, dad. She is different.”
“No she isn't. She is making you weak.”
“She has always made me weak.”
“Weakness leads to mistakes.”
“I know what I'm doing!”
“Do you?” He turned at looked at her questionably.
“Yes! I do.”
“You are losing your control, Joan.”
“No i'm not! I have control.”
“And when she leaves you? Turns on you? Figures out your purpose is much greater then she is?”
Joan sat there for a moment, taking it all in.
“She is apart of my purpose.”
“Are you sure? Because it looked as though she was going to walk out on you today.”
“But she didn't.”
“That is only because you controlled the situation. How many more times are you going to have to do that? Before she takes control of you?”
Joan just scuffed mockingly.
“Don't let your emotions get the better of you! I have taught you better than this, child!”
“They are not getting the better of me. I know what i'm doing.” She curled her fingers around her steering wheel.
She knew she was going against her better judgment but she didn't care.
“No matter what I do father, it is never good enough for you. But I promise, I will make you proud”
She smirked as she pulled into her driveway.
**
Vera turned on her car, and followed Ferguson's car out of the prison. Instead of following Joan, she made her way to her own home. She needed to change, get the smell of the prison off of her.
Her small feet moved silent against the wooden floor, feet wet. The steam from the show flowed out into the emptiness of her room. She gathered some suitable clothes before dressing herself.
After clothing herself, she made her way into the kitchen, brewing some coffee. Trying to wrap her head around everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. Making herself a cuppa she went and sat down on the couch. Not turning on the tv, she just sat in silence.
Contemplated going over to her Governors, whether or not it would be a good idea after what happened. She stood for a moment, wrapped in her towel, drenched brown curls flowed over her shoulder. She bit her lip thinking of how Joan had manhandled her on the table. She couldn't help but to let small smile form on her lips.
All she wanted was to feel Joans lips against hers once more. But after everything that had happened, everything was going way to fast. She couldn't let it get the best of her. She couldn't forget what Joan did to her, what Joan had done.
Her phone chimed. A text from Joan.
Are you coming over?
She tapped her foot on the wood floor, knowing she wanted to, but it wasn't right. She was just going to get hurt.
So she didn't reply right away.
Vera got herself dressed, letting her hair rest from the strictness of her daily bun.
Dinner is getting cold.
She got sat on her couch, her breath was quick. Closing her eyes, she kept thinking of what happened earlier, how she was pinned against the wall and ruthlessly fucked on Joans desk. God.
An hour passed and no other messages were sent. Joan must have gotten the hint. Vera felt like Joan would show up at her door any minute, but she didn't. Vera couldn't get Joan out of her mind. The controlling aspect of her, the demanding and the eagerness. She could feel jolt shoot through her.
Without thinking, she picked up her phone and wrote back.
I just needed a shower and change. I'll be on my way in a moment.
What was she getting herself into? Could this possibly be more then just what it is? Could they actually go somewhere? A relationship. Vera laughed at the humor. Yeah, okay.
Gathering her keys, and still in her house slippers, she left. Not even thinking what she looked like. Smile on her face. Trying to push out the negative that was creeping into her thoughts. All she could think about how it felt for Joan to hold her to sleep, how her finger felt against her own. How it felt to feel Joans tall body pinning hers against the wall. The seductive tone Joan had, as she threw Vera on her desk. The fact Joan wanted to please Vera without anything in return. Was it because she wasn't wanted?
**
Joan heard the car pull up outside, she could feel excitement swell up in her. She closed her eyes, trying to keep calm. She almost lost Vera today. She might have lost the battle, but she won't lose the war. She will win Vera.
Vera had the upper hand after everything Joan put her though. The many nights Vera stood like a good girl, outside of the door, as Joan caused havoc. After all the secrets Vera held for Joan, complying always without a word. This wasn't just a win, this was her only ally. This was her only friend in a big war that was engulfing her.
Knock knock knock.
Joan gracefully made her way to the door, vodka bottle left on a coaster with her pre-chilled glass. She tried to hide her excitement. She opened the door, to see Vera standing there. Hair wet, house slippers on.
“Comfortable?” She said with a grin.
Vera laughed.
“Can I come in, or ..” She pointed back to the car.
“No, no. Come in. There is dinner on the stove if you are hungry.” Joan pointed to the kitchen.
Trying to piece the past day together, made her stomach turn, knots building up.
“No, thank you though.” Vera walked in, seeing Joan had made herself comfortable on the couch. She walked over and sat on the opposite side of the couch, the bottle placing her governors position.
“Could I offer you something to drink? The Vodka is already out..” She said with a grin.
After everything that has happened between the two, she was going to need something stronger then wine.
“Vodka is fine.” She said, taking off her slippers and lining them up perfectly under the table and seated herself. The deputy watched as Joan made her way into the kitchen to fetch another glass. Noticing that she kept the top of her freezer with pre-chilled glasses. She grinned to herself. She couldn't help but to take in how graceful Joan was, with sleep pants and a regular teeshirt. She was quite beautiful. Those uniforms hid well formed curves that she couldn't take her eyes off.
“Here you go.” Joan handed her glass, lifting the bottle and pouring a healthy amount into Veras glass.
Joan was already a little tipsy, as she helped herself when she thought Vera wasn't coming over.
“Sorry I took so long, I just wanted to change and clean up.”
“Oh, it is no problem.” She said waving it off with a hand as she sat down next to her deputy.
Vera felt a knot in her stomach, nervousness, arousal and so many other emotions that she couldn't process.
“I hope dinner was well.” Vera offered as she took her first shot.
“It was okay.”
There was an awkward silence between the two.
“About earlier,” Vera began but Joan cut her off.
“No need to explain, Vera.”
“I should.”
“It is fine.” Joan really didn't want to go down this road. She poured the two another shot, Joan taking hers immediately
“I'm sorry, I tried to push you away.” Vera leaned her head slightly, trying to find Joans eyes.
“I understand, Vera.” Joan tried to push the subject aside. “Why wouldn't you, ya?”
“There are plenty of reasons why I wouldn't.”
“There are plenty of reasons why you would.”
Joan took down another shot.
“Joan, are you okay?” Vera pulled brushed her hair behind her ear.
“I'm fine, Vera.” Joan smiled sweetly.
“Um, about what happened between us-” Joan cut her off again.
“We don't have to talk about it, Vera.”
This was beginning to piss Vera off.
“Well, we just don't have to talk about anything do we?” Vera spat out.
Joan was silent.
“One minute, you are a complete bitch. The second, you are this loving person I have never seen before and then you just turn your emotions right back off. If you feel them at all.” Vera was beginning to hate this, hate how Joan pushed herself away. Flushed redness started to form up Veras neck.
Joan dropped her mouth slightly In shock.
“Shouldn't we talk about it? Or were you just keeping me in line? Hm? Is that what that was? A control fuck? To make sure I didn't go anywhere.”
Joan glared at Vera.
“Control fuck?” Joan asked out of anger.
“Wanted to keep me in check?” Vera tilted her head, feeling ballsy.
“I don't have to 'keep you in check', Vera.” She said coldly.
“You went on about me feelin' somethin', do you?”
Joan took down another shot. Feeling it rush to her head.
“Feel what, Vera?”
“Feel something for me! You came to me, confessing your love for me, then you take me in your office and now you are cold as ice.” Vera spat out mockingly.
Joan was beginning to get really pissed off.
“That goes without words.”
“Does it? So why didn't you want me to touch you in the office?”
“Because I didn't want to put you in that position.”
Vera laughed, anger starting to boil. Talking did nothing good with these too.
“Or is it because you didn't feel anything, and you just wanted to manipulate me again?”
Vera sat up, knees on the couch. She moved herself over, pushing Joan back against the armrest. Her long body extending half the couch.
“I don't want to manipulate you, Vera. Were are you getting these ridiculous thoughts from?!” Joan yelled out as she fell against the couch.
“You old yourself at arms length, while you take what you want, Joan.” Vera stated coldly.
“I do not.” Joan said, shaking her head.
Vera hovered over seductively, leaning in to kiss that long neck that has been captivating her since she arrived.
“Vera, what are you doing?” Joan tried to protest.
But Vera paid no mind to it, she needed to know. Needed to know if she was getting played or not. She let her small hands run over Joans chest as she kissed and bit on Joans neck. Vera knew that it turned her on, but did Joan get anything out of it? Or was she just playing against the deputys emotions?
“Vera,” Joan let out a small protest, closing her eyes for a moment before trying to sit up. Vera moved her hands up to Joans shoulders and pushed down as hard as she could.
“Did I say you could move?” Vera demanded.
Joan just sat there.
Veras hand began to move slowly down Joans torso, letting her finger trail.
“I need to know.”
“Know what?” Joan questioned.
Vera slightly slipped one hand under Joans shirt, to trace against that warm flesh with her nails. She moved her wrist, and traced the hem of Joans pajamas. Joan let out a small growl. Vera wasn't sure if it was in protest or arousal. Veras nails found the hem of Joans knickers, teasingly running her fingers along. Vera was silent, kissing down Joans stomach, before she moved her hand over Joans cotton knickers. Then she could feel the warmth, the moistness of the center of Joans knickers.
“I need to know what you want.”
“That's silly, Vera.” She said, trying to protest once more, but finding herself not being able to say no.
Control. Control.
She was losing her control.
Vera curved her finger and moved the cotton aside, running her fingers up and down Joans warm, swollen lips. Moist seeping through.
“I need to know you want me.” Vera said, biting her lip, looking down. “I need to REALLY know, Joan.”
By the feel of it, Joan did want her, and she wanted Vera bad. Vera let one of her long, skinny fingers tease on the outside of Joans slits before pushing one finger in between, wanting to feel the wetness of her boss fully. Joans clit was pulsing, aching. Vera could feel it through her own finger tips as she found it, teasing it.
Vera moved herself into the center of Joan, letting her body hover over Joans, propping one of those long, sexy and lean legs up against the couch. Joan was in silent awe, as the deputy took charge.
“Now, I know.” She said teasingly, before she began to rub Joans harden clit vigorously.
Feeling the way Joans hips move slowly, as she moved her finger in circles, drove Vera insane. She bit her lower lip, moving her small body down Joans, removing her pajamas and plain black knickers.
“Vera, You don't ha--” Veras gaze caught her off guard.
“Did I tell you, you could speak?”
Joan looked back, with her head tilted in surprise. Her lips pursed a little bit, shocked to see this side of Vera, loving it actually.
Vera then ran two fingers over Joans wet center, before slowly pushing them inside of her, positioning herself just right. Her body lay in the center of her governor as she pushed her fingers deeper inside. Joans lips parted, her body arched and eyes closed.
“Look at me.” Vera demanded seductively as she began to fuck her, ruthlessly. Hearing the pants and moans got the deputy off so much, she loved taking this control, taking control over such a woman. A woman who by definition was control. Vera looked at this beautiful creature below her, a woman with such authority, and now the brunette was taking that control, as she fucked her. Thrust hard and fast, slowing it down to tease, as she began to do it hard and slow.
Vera could feel the muscles in Joans body tense, her legs beginning to quiver. Vera ran her left hand up Joans lean stomach, moving under her shirt to her perfectly rounded breast. She slipped her hand under that bra, she had imagined several times before grabbing one of those perky titties and her hand and squeezed it.
Joan moaned out, small pants, unable to keep her breath. She moved one hand over Veras as it played with her breasts, her hips bucking, pushing down on to Veras long, thin fingers, wanting to feel them deep inside of her. Her other hand gripped the couch, trying to find her composure. Vera slowed her motion, coming to a halt.
“Tell me you want me, Joan.”
This was a whole knew Vera, not to mess with.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Waiting for a response, Vera ran her wet fingers over the Governors pulsing clit, heat radiating. She could feel it in her hands, the way the womans hips were jerking, her body was moving, she was dying for more.
“Tell me.” She demanded.
“I want you, Vera.” She whimpered out, catching her breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
Pleased that her governor knew how to take an order, she slid her fingers back inside the hot, aching center, Joans body arched once more. “Oh, God” She moaned out as Veras fingers dug into her ruthlessly. Vera leaned in and bit Joans thighs. As her teeth sank into that delicate, heated skin, Joan grabbed Veras hair and pulled it back. A wide grin plastered Veras face, biting her lip at the actions of her new lover.
Joans body began to tremble as she came, “Oh, God. Vera.” She moaned out, Veras hair still in her hands. Vera kept thrusting until the womans body shook below her, knowing Joan was erupting inside. She could feel the burst, and her cum on her fingers.
“Mm.”
Vera finally pulled her fingers out slowly, after twenty minutes of pleasure. She leaned in and kissed Joan, deeply. Needing to feel her lips with her own. Needing to taste her once more. She moved her body over Joans, feeling the heated pelvis below her. Vera bit Joans lip, careful not to break the skin, as she flicked it with her tongue, as the older woman brought her hands up to wrap around the younger ones frame.
“My, God, Vera.” Joan said as she tried to catch her breath.
Vera leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Remember who you belong to, Joan.”