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Abby wasn’t in charge of Ellie per se. She was just someone that Ellie listened to about a couple of things…. God, even her own justification fell flat.
Abby and Ellie had been in this weird relationship for two months now. Their friends all suspected they were fucking, but no one could even come close to guessing the truth. And the truth was that Abby was in charge of Ellie. She chose her clothes, how she did her hair, what she brought to work for lunch, and then yeah, on the side they were fucking too.
Early Saturday Morning:
Ellie awoke to Abby’s thick arms squeezing her into her chest. She tried to squirm out, even tried to wake Abby up, but when neither worked she resigned herself to twiddling her thumbs until the larger girl released her. Ellie took this time to admire her girlfriend-not-girlfriend-but-kinda-her-girlfriend. Her eyes traced all the way from her blonde roots, down to her soft eyelashes, down the light slope of her nose, and landed on her soft, pink lips.
If you had only ever seen sleeping Abby, you’d assume she was a kind and sweet, mid twenties, normal girl. You would not assume that she gives orders like a military officer and spanks so hard Ellie’s had to call out from work before.
Ellie licked her lips just imagining what was in store for her today. Abby and her had pushed a lot of limits, some smaller than other, like wearing a skirt to work instead of her usual baggy jeans. She could still feel the stares from customers or her co-workers, the feeling of the wind on her bare ass whenever she walked too quickly, just thinking of the experience made her cheeks flush. She was so not that girl. Not that she didn’t like girls like that, her ex had been very girly. But to Ellie, skirts and makeup and painted nails were as foreign of a concept as learning Russian. And it was such a deliciously uncomfortable day that she had begged Abby to make her do it again, to no avail…yet. Ellie knew better than to think her begging would sway Abby’s iron mind. But try try try she did.
Abby stretched her arms above her head, releasing Ellie from her hold. Ellie curled further into Abby’s chest anyways, inhaling the faint smell of Abby’s pine soap.
“Good morning, you” Abby said sweetly into Ellie’s hair, dropping a kiss or two onto her forehead.
Ellie hummed into the expanse of Abby’s neck that she had curled into. Her short, red-tinged hair tickled Abby’s nose. They laid like that, breathing each other’s air, for a long time before Abby picked Ellie up and dumped her back on the bed. Abby smiled when Ellie let out a little shriek of disappointment.
Ellie’s ears tinged red when Abby disappeared into her walk-in closet. She knew that behind that sliding door, Abby was picking what Ellie would wear today. The thought of it, the control of it, made her squeeze her thighs together. She bit her lip, sitting up on the bed to be ready for when Abby returned. Her fingers twitched over the sheets as she waited.
After what felt like an eternity, Abby emerged from the closet. She had a small smile on her face, a smile that meant trouble for Ellie. Ellie sat back on her heels, waiting. Abby’s hands found the back of Ellie’s neck and guided her up to a kneeling position.
“Hey, sweet girl. Ready?” Abby said, voice smooth as honey.
Ellie nodded as best she could with her neck in Abby’s grip. She licked her lips and tried not to look too into it before anything had even happened.
Abby took her time. She let her hands trail over Ellie’s soft skin. Calloused fingers ran up and down Ellie's arms innocently enough, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Abby's touch travelled down the slope of her back, squeezing when she found the curve of her ass. Ellie sat patiently, knowing she wasn’t allowed to touch without permission, but oh-so-desperately wanting to break the rules anyways. She knew she couldn't though, not after what happened last time.
Finally, Abby laid out Ellie’s outfit for the day. Baggy jeans, graphic T shirt, black socks, and the skimpiest little lingerie set Ellie had ever seen. It was red and matched the shade of Ellie’s cheeks almost perfectly. She couldn’t help it when her jaw dropped open.
“Abby that’s….what do I….I mean…I wouldn’t even know how to put it on” Ellie whispers, hand running over the sheer fabric as if it was a bomb.
Abby smiled as Ellie let her hands run over the fabric some more, getting used to the idea of wearing it all day. Her smile only got bigger and more menacing as Ellie looked up at her with her green, doe eyes.
“I think you’ll look very pretty in it, don’t you?” Abby asked with a faux innocent tone. She came up behind Ellie to press her chest into her back, using her size to dwarf the other girl into an easy submission.
“When did you even buy this?” Ellie asked quietly, voice shy, as she held the garment up for closer inspection.
It really was skimpy and Ellie wasn't lying when she said she wouldn't even know how to put it on. It was all sheer fabric and what Ellie could only describe as bungy cords. It looked like a whole lotta work just for Abby to take it off to fuck her anyways.
Abby chuckled, hands finding Ellie’s hips and rubbing small circles into the girl’s smooth skin.
“Saw it on a mannequin in the mall when I was picking you up. Told the girl at the counter all about my sweet, little brat and how I was gonna make her wear this to a dinner party,” Abby’s voice was low in Ellie’s ear.
Ellie couldn’t help but shiver as a warm heat settled deep in her belly. She knew it wasn’t true… most likely at least. But the thought of running into that girl in the mall and having her recognize Ellie, mmm it was a new kind of heavenly torture. It seemed Ellie was thinking with her cunt because only then did her mind catch up to Abby’s words.
“Dinner party?” Ellie questioned, spinning around in Abby’s grip.
She was met with an evil smile and Abby pushing her into the bathroom to change into her outfit.
An hour later Ellie couldn’t keep her cheeks from flushing a dark red. She was sat in between Abby’s dad and Abby’s boss at the dinner table in Abby’s childhood home with nothing but sheer red fabric on underneath her jeans. She was over aware of every single move she made, terrified she would lean wrong and the scandalous underwear would peak out from under her baggy shirt. She glared daggers at Abby, who sat across the table from her with a smirk planted firmly on her face.
The dinner party felt endless and they only reason Ellie had agreed to go was because Abby had A) lied about who was gonna be there and B) promised they’d go out for drinks with their friends afterwards. Now it was 10pm and there was no sign on Abby letting them leave any time soon. Ellie sunk into the couch beside Abby, hoping to sway her with good behaviour.
“Hi” Ellie said, fingers tracing up Abby’s forearm. “Whatcha doing?”
Abby smiled and ruffled Ellie’s hair like she was a kid and not her super sexy girlfriend wearing crazy sexy lingerie underneath her clothes/ Ellie did her best to hide her huff of annoyance when she was basically ignored.
“What am I doing? I’m talking to you, my dear,” Abby’s voice was nice, too nice. It made Ellie’s skin crawl.
Ellie decided to take a new route and pouted her signature pout at Abby.
“You promised drinks” she said quietly, not wanting to alert the host that she was literally begging to leave this stupid event.
Abby leaned over and landed a warm kiss under Ellie’s jaw.
“Patience, baby” she whispered, lips tickling the soft skin of Ellie’s neck.
Ellie groaned when Abby sat up from the couch and returned to the grown-up conversation. But she groaned for an entirely different reason when Abby’s shirt lifted to reveal a hint of the harness Ellie knew well.
Abby shot her a look over her shoulder, but Ellie’s mind was already spiralling. She had half a mind to excuse herself to the bathroom and rub one out.
Fuck, what was she supposed to do now!?