Addicted

Chapter 17: Fire, meet Gasoline.

A/N im so sorry for late update, writing two completely different stories with two completely different tones is hard sometimes lmao. 

but i hope you all enjoy! im going to try and update more frequently while im still on break, this chap is a little bit shorter only bc im going to be updating it with a longer one later in the week. hope u all are well! x 

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The idea of "expanding their horizons" surprisingly, came from Lauren herself.

And even though shy, sitting at the foot of their bed while Camila towel dries her hair, nervously biting her lip; Lauren says it with enough confidence that it makes Camila stop dead in her tracks. Hands still holding the towel to her wet head.

"I want to try something."

Camila raises an eyebrow, pride blooming in her chest at how open Lauren is becoming in asking things of Camila. First the shopping trip, then not yesterday Lauren timidly asked for Camila to drive her to her classes and get ice cream. She has an inkling Lauren's finally feeling comfortable with asking things of Camila, and not feeling like she's taking advantage.

The older woman loves it, because showering Lauren in gifts and love is kind of her favourite thing.

"Yeah princess? Like what baby, ask away."

Camila drops the towel from around her body, walking naked into her walk-in closet as Lauren's eyes glue to her body. She loses her track of her thinking for a moment, numbly staring with her mouth open at how Camila is just a goddess, and so effortlessly too. Fuck, her Mistress is so beautiful.

When Camila doesn't hear anything, she rolls her eyes when she turns around, watching how Lauren blinks out of her haze and blushes at being caught. "Baby girl, you have some drool."

Lauren quickly wipes at her chin, glaring at her girlfriend who's now laughing and changing into her work clothes. "Ha. Ha. Funny."

Camila winks, getting changed fully and slipping on her heels. She walks over to Lauren, tilting her chin up and tapping her nose, smiling when the younger girl scrunches it up. Lauren's hair is still messy and slept in, and on her body drapes one of Camila's oversized hoodies. She looks so soft and cuddly that Camila seriously considers taking a day off just to spoon the other girl and sleep for five hours.

She shakes herself out of it, sighing softly at how instead, she'll be meeting with clients all day.

"I was kidding. Anyways Lo, spill. What do you want to try?"

And Camila can say, in all 28 years of her life, she's never really been shocked into silence. But hearing what Lauren says next, submissive and small and pleading, has Camila instantly looking down to the younger girl; mouth slightly open and eyes dark.

"I...I just remembered how-" Lauren clears her throat, blushing harder as she speaks. "H-How much I love you spanking me and uhm..."

Camila encouragingly strokes Lauren's cheek, her fingers trailing down her neck and toying with her necklace, pulling slightly. It calms Lauren down, enough for her to take a breath when Camila orders her softly to "Speak little one, come on."

Lauren says it in a rush, body pulsing at the idea already from just speaking it.

"I want you to tie me down, Miss. Properly. A-And use your whip."

Lauren closes her eyes after speaking it, breath leaving her lungs all at once, like someone sucked it all from her body leaving her breathless. She dreamt the other night, she dreamt of Camila running the end of her leather crop across her clit, across her stomach, around her breasts. Lauren woke up in a cold sweat, panting and needy and almost whining and waking up Camila who slept soundly wrapped around her.