The Snake and the Butterfly (19/?)

[malicevampire90]

fandom: ghost/ex-ghost/tid/mcc/priest
rating:R
disclaimer:dont know, dont own, didnt happen and no disrespect meant
notes/warnings: none



You both bide your time for the remainder of the semester, things fall back into a familiar routine once Ophelia is off her suspension-which you still think is utter bullshit-and you make no effort to try and hide anything anymore. Gunner and Rob both avoid you like a disease and maybe it's a good thing, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to not kill Gunner if you had to interact with him...you had also noticed that both of them would go out of their ways to not be around O either...it made you wonder a bit. It made Rob look more and more guilty to you and so you put it in the back of your mind for after the upcoming trip, you had checked and double checked that everything was in order, you were hell bent that nothing was going to distract or ruin this and you had been dead serious about that. O had gotten her passport at the end of last month and since she'd been staying with you anyhow you had put it in the same place you had yours, you made sure that everything was in order, all the paperwork you'd need was also kept in the same area for convenience. You'd had many conversations with your dad in the last few weeks, mainly in Swedish so that she couldn't understand you...you'd been planning this trip for years, but the motive for the trip had changed in the last year. You weren't just going to visit your family and let them meet O...there was another reason you were taking her to your childhood home and you wanted to make sure she had no clue about it. You also spend your time fixing her necklace...any time you have that you aren't grading papers, engaging in play with her, or trying to scrape together some sort of lecture you are hunched over the kitchen table with pliers trying to repair it. You'd thrown around the idea of just getting another but something inside you had said that it needed to be fixed...she needed it to be fixed by you so you'd taken on the task with a determination that you wanted to see that same smile she'd had the first time she'd had it on. You had made a few modifications though...you'd lengthened the chain so that it didn't require a clasp for one...clasps were just weak points and the less there were the less of a chance of this happening again. You'd also softened the tails of the snakes down a bit, you'd noticed a few months ago that the sharp points of their tails were digging into her skin more often than not and you didn't want her to have to deal with it if you could help it.

You were sitting at the table quietly one night about a week before you two were going to be leaving, you had the necklace in front of you and you had admittedly been zoning out a bit looking at it. You had it in your head that at some point...you weren't sure really, she needed a different collar, she needed a more permanent and sturdy one to replace this one since this one had been essentially a training collar from the beginning, and you hadn't even been sure she'd accept it when you'd asked her to think about it seriously before sending her home with it in hand. That had been two or so years ago though...you felt that with how the relationship was going though that it was maybe time to offer her an ownership collar. You sigh heavily before you pick up the piers laying next to your arm and squeeze the last link into place until there was no space between the ends, you hadn't seriously thought about it until now and now that you were thinking about it, it was important that you put some thought into it. You push your hair back and hold up the necklace with a pretty accomplished smile before running your fingers over the tails of the snakes to make sure they weren't too sharp, when you're satisfied you stand up and put it in your pocket before putting everything away and quietly making your way to the living room. When you get to the doorway you can't help but just stand there and lean against the door frame and take in the scene in front of you. Simon is sitting in the chair completely oblivious-or just not caring-to Sara sitting on the sofa with O, who seems to be having a hard time keeping her hands off of the formers growing stomach. You don't have to be close to see that almost painful depressed look she has when Sara isn't looking at her and it makes you frown a little, you two weren't trying per se...but neither of you were trying to stop anything from happening either. It was a strange medium of letting nature do what it was going to do and half praying that it wouldn't happen...at least not yet. If everything worked out how you were hoping it would...a child wouldn't be such a sour notion for either of you, you'd spoken to Angela weeks ago and had told her that you had some conditions if you were to join the company, she'd sounded reluctant at first until you'd explained what exactly those conditions were. There were only a few real conditions you wanted to be concrete on before you made your choice...you needed her to make a choice too, you needed to tell her about this job offer...and Sweden was the perfect place to do all of this, you were sure about that.

The morning that you two have to go to the airport is literally the most miserable morning you two have gone through in a while. It's a noon flight but you both know that you need to get there early...more early than either of you is really willing to get up. You both spend the hour or so beforehand shuffling around in near darkness and making sure that everything is packed and ready to go, you are both so tired that you don't even care that you both bypass your morning ritual in exchange for dragging your bags downstairs and grabbing at least one cup of coffee before it's time to go. You'd already decided that your car was not going to sit at the airport for a month and so you'd managed to find a taxi that would take you both straight there, once the bags were in the back and you were both settled for the ride you feel yourself starting to really wake up. When you feel more alert you look over to where O is sitting and you can't help but smile, she has her legs crossed on the seat with her head leaned against the back of the seat, she looks like she could pass out again. You put your hand on her knee and it makes her open her eyes and look at you, you can see the sleep still in her eyes.
"He beautiful you need to stay awake."
She closes her eyes and-in a rather overly dramatic way-falls over onto your shoulder mumbling, all you can really hear though is the long 'No' that comes out and makes the driver look back at the two of you a little oddly.
"I have something for you."
"Mmm..."
You snake your hand under her arm and tickle her enough that she sits upright and squeaks, she tries to give you a mean look but isn't able to when a smile betrays her. "What...what do you have that is more important than sleep Sir?"
"I know princesses need their sleep but I thought..." You reach into your pocket and for a split second you can see a perverted look cross her face and you can't help but laugh. "Mind out of the gutter little one."
"It wasn't..."
"Mhm...ok..." You pull out the necklace and hold it out to her and you would have thought you'd given her the most valuable substance in the universe from the way she looks at it.
"You fixed it..."
"Yes...I'm sorry it took so long babygirl..."
She looks at it then looks at you and it's an unspoken question that you already have an answer for, you grin and tell her to lean in closer to you and when she does you place it over he head and pull her hair through it. The first thing she does is put her hand over it and it literally makes you feel like you'll melt from the absolute joy that is in her eyes. The rest of the ride is spent in a comfortable silence with her leaning against you, both of you with ridiculous grins on your faces you were sure.

Over all...the trip wasn't that bad, the wait at the airport had been what sucked worse than anything but once you'd both gotten on the plane and settled in, the trip had gone by rather quickly and before you knew it you were touching down in your home country. You'd managed to sleep some which had been restless at best, and when you woke up you had seen O passed out against your shoulder, you'd gotten her up as the plane was coming to a stop and in the few minutes that took she was looking around anxiously. In the time you'd known her like this you'd found out that she wasn't one for crowds and once you put your arm around her she seemed to calm down some but you could tell that she was still uneasy. It was a long process getting off the plane and while you both had no trouble getting through immigration and the like you could clearly see the confused look on her face when she saw most of the signs in the airport, the main language being Swedish. You can't help the chuckle that comes out of your mouth and it only gets worse when you see her pout at you, before she has a chance to slip farther into her pouting though you put your hand behind her back and start walking with her so that you two can get your things and be off.

Neither Lilli or your dad is there when you two finally arrive, you actually stand outside and look at your old house with a strange sense of nostalgia before you look over at O who is looking around with a small barely there smile on her face, you assume she feels a bit of enjoyment out of being able to put a place to the stories you told her when you were first dating. It wasn't anything fancy...it was a rather small house that sat back away from the street and didn't draw attention to itself, your eyes would normally just wander past it without a second thought. When you unlock the door and let O in, she stands in the middle of the den and looks around, you don't say anything at first because frankly you just enjoy watching her take all of this in, she's looking at pictures on the walls, any piece of furniture that catches her eye, flowers that Lilli liked to keep around the house...which were very pretty you had to admit. You stand there for a few minutes, letting her take everything in at her own pace before you walk up behind her and put your slide your hands around her waist, at first you intend for it to be innocent...just trying to get her attention but when she leans her head back and looks at you it's hard to keep it modest. You kiss her forehead at first while weighing you chances of your dad coming home in the next fifteen minutes...if he did come back it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd caught you doing something like what you were planning...but if he didn't come home it could be a good way to get her relaxed to meet them...so many thoughts were rushing through your mind that you don't realize that your face is betraying you and she can tell that your thinking of something pretty dirty. You see her cock an eyebrow at you before she crosses her arms over her chest.
"How do you want me and where Sir?"
"Oh...anywhere and any way...question is what can I do in a short amount of time." You go back to your thoughts before you feel a smile curl your lips and you take a hold of her arms walking her farther into the den before you tell her to lean against one of the chairs that was next to her. She does so without questioning it and while you'd love to take your time...the goal isn't to get her off this time...you have other plans for that.

You don't waste any time or give her any warning before you kneel down in front of her and put your hands on her legs, sliding them up under her skirt, pulling her panties down enough that they won't get in your way. Before either of you can think to question what was going on you have her skirt pushed up and your mouth on her, you move your tongue over her slowly and it makes you smile when you feel a shiver run through her. You can hear her small noises being stifled by her hand and while you don't say anything or make an effort to stop her from doing it, you narrow your eyes and bring your hand up between her legs, sliding a few fingers into her while you find a steady rhythm with your tongue. You can't lie that even you are a little surprised when she asks you if she can cum so quickly and it takes a few seconds for you to register that she'd even asked, you pull away from her but keep your fingers moving slowly and you can see her try to keep herself in check.
"So soon?"
You can see her turn the slightest shade of pink. "You know I can't last with your mouth Sir..."
You curl your fingers making her let out a surprised squeak before you smile. "I do...and if you're a good girl tonight I'll make sure you cum hard princess...but if you misbehave?" You lean forward and slide your tongue into her next to your fingers and you can't help but revel in the sound it gets you beore you pull back again. "I'll keep you like this until I feel you've learned a lesson."
She looks down at you and nods and before you get a chance to say anything about her answer she corrects herself. "Yes Sir...thank you..."
"Don't thank me yet babygirl...I'm not quite done, you aren't given permission to cum do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
You lean forward and attack her clit with your tongue again, this time you are simply getting her as close as you possibly can...she was always a bit more willing to try things when she was turned on and there had only been one or two things you'd never tried with her...and you knew deep down that she needed to do them.

You'd managed to sneak some things through the airport...and as you were kneeling between her legs, eating her and fingering her as much as you dared to, you debated on wether to do this now or wait. You pull your fingers away from her and hold onto her hips tightly as you circle your tongue around her a few times before pulling away entirely and standing up.
"Turn around and lean over the chair little one...we don't have a lot of time to do this."
You can see the small spark of hesitation in her eyes but she does what you ask anyway, you know she wants to ask and you intend to let her know...you supposed you had enough time to at least get things started...and it would be another task for her until they went to bed. You run your hand over her back before leaving her for a few seconds to cross the room and get into your bag, you dig out a few things before standing back up and returning to stand behind her and you can't help but admire the view you have...you always loved to admire the beauty of her willingness to give in to you. You push her skirt up over her hips before bringing your free hand up to slide over her skin, you take some time to massage her backend some...squeezing and taking pleasure in how soft her skin was and how beautiful it always looked when it was turning red...you reign yourself in a bit before you pull out a bottle of lube-something you didn't care to use normally...and also something you hadn't needed to use on a regular basis-and put a generous amount on your fingers, putting the bottle down and putting your free hand against her hips. To say that she tensed up when she felt your fingers slide between her cheeks was an understatement, you could see that it had taken all her willpower to NOT stand straight up right then and there and you stopped for a few seconds.
"Relax O...this won't hurt..."
You don't have to see her face...her body is telling you everything that you need to know so you bring your other hand around her hip and let your fingers slide against her clit slowly, the reaction is almost instant.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes Sir..."
You press your fingers against her a bit harder as you work your other fingers slowly over her back side, when you feel her relax a bit you press your finger against her and its the strangest reaction that you get from her, it isn't what you expect at all. She drops her head forward and lets out a small moan before you feel your finger slide into her slowly, it surprises you but also makes you hopeful that the next part will go better than you expect. You glance at the clock and see its been about fifteen minutes and you can hear that voice in the back of your head saying to make the move or quit...you were running out of time that you knew you were safe from someone walking in on this and after some more time of twisting and maneuvering your finger you pull back and pull the other thing you'd dug out of your bag from your pocket.

It's a small toy, made to be used by someone that wasn't used to this kind of play and it was perfect for this...you needed to get her used to it even if you had no intention of actually doing it often. Besides, there was no denying that having the toy inside her would put a delicious type of pressure on you while you were also inside her...so it was sort of a win win you supposed. You move so that you have it pressed up against her and as you put the slightest bit of pressure on it you adjust your other hand so that you have your palm against her clit and a few fingers buried inside her and its all the relaxing she needs. Before you really can realize what is happening-and definitely a lot smoother than you were thinking it would go-you hear her let out a sharp gasp as it slides into her entirely. You work your hand over her a bit harshly until she's rolling her hips along with your hand and once again you stop when she starts to shake, you pull away from her and run your hand up from her cunt to her ass giving the toy a bit of a push which she moans lowly at.
"How does that feel?"
She looks behind her and moves her hips a bit, like she's trying to get used to it but her face shows no signs of pain-which you are happy about. "Odd Sir..."
"Doesn't hurt?"
"No..."
You give her ass a small slap, not enough to hurt but it gets her attention and she answers you again, it's a pretty good indicator that even though she's possibly uncomfortable with something inside her back end she is still turned on enough to not care and it makes you smile slyly. You give her one last once over before you pull her panties up and pull her skirt back down, when she stands up you can tell that it's an entirely new feeling and she isn't sure exactly what to do so she looks at you with a stange expression.
"Keep it in until later babygirl...only reason i'll allow you to remove it is if you have to use the bathroom or if I remove it myself, understand?"
"Yes Sir...what if I can't though..."
"You will..."

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To say that dinner with his family is awkward is the most understated thing...it had nothing to do with them though. The conversation is pleasant and engaging and you can't say that they don't make you feel welcome despite the fact you don't speak much if any Swedish. Linton introduces you and the next hour or so goes by with a slew of questions about how you met, how long have you been together, and all the other general chit chat that happens when you meet someone new. It is such a polar opposite of what it was like meeting your parents that you feel a little bad that Linton had to go through what he did, but he'd told you already that his father was pretty laid back as far as most things went. Lilli and Mauro were both pretty unfazed by the fact that he had been and still was your teacher...their reasoning had been that you were both adults and didn't see why it was such a huge deal to other people. All in all they were warm and it was very obvious that there was a huge amount of love between the two of them, they were absolutely adorable and a small part of you wondered if you and Linton looked like that at any point, the thought disappears pretty quickly though. The dinner is mainly awkward because while it seems Linton is paying attention to what his dad is saying to him...joking and making conversation...his hand is wandering, and more surprisingly no one seems to notice it, and if they do they don't say anything. You know what he's doing, he's keeping you right at the edge of your orgasm...he's gotten very good at it and while it makes for a very good release later it is absolute torture. The other thing being that you are very aware when you move wrong that you still have a toy shoved in a place you really had never thought you'd let someone shove something again. Of course this time had been a completely different situation so you weren't sure how you felt about it, but you did trust him.

When dinner is over, it is much later than you think and quite honestly by the time they all start to clean up and say their good nights-because you and Linton were both tired...there was no denying that-he doesn't waste a lot of time in pulling you upstairs to his room and practically tearing your clothes off once the door shuts. You can already tell that there isn't going to be any foreplay tonight and quite honestly there was never really a need for it. The thought of him, the way he spoke to you-especially when he used that 'daddy' voice when he needed to-just thinking about all the things he has done or will do to you is enough to soak you and he knows that as well as you do. If he randomly called you and said he'd be there in a few minutes to fuck your brains out he could have literally come in and just started...it was all it took. He doesn't bother turning any lights on, he doesn't even really bother with undressing himself fully either, once he has you backed up against his bed he pushes you backwards and settles between your legs before you can think straight. He hooks your legs over his arms and pushes into you without much effort and the feeling is so odd, you can feel the pressure difference the toy gives him...you hear him let out a low moan before he starts up a fast pace and it makes you moan as well. He's not even pushing that hard or being rough, but between the plug and the way he has your legs pushed over his arms it makes sure that his cock hits that sweet spot inside you enough that you can feel the wave of pleasure start to build up quickly and before long-amidst the haze of bites and heavy breathing-you manage to a half moaned request that he let you cum, he doesn't seem to acknowledge you at first though and it makes you close your eyes and try to focus on not falling over the edge just yet. He shifts a little and you feel him rub against you each time he pushes into you...you feel him push your legs up more and you can feel your knees almost touch your shoulders, you can see his face over you but his eyes are closed and he looks like he's so lost in how you feel that he wouldn't hear you even if you asked again. You feel the pressure build and build, your legs start to tremble and you ask him again, this time you legitimately feel embarrassed by how your voice comes out like a child's whine...it gets his attention though as he forces his eyes open and looks at you. You feel him roll his hips against you and you feel your back arch up at it, he leans down and takes your bottom lip between his teeth giving it a firm tug before practically growling at you.
"Cum for me little girl..."
Its all the push you need before you feel the pleasure become unbearable and explode through your body almost painfully. You feel him put his hand over your mouth firmly as he buries his face into your neck and thrusts into you hard a few more times before you feel him bury himself and groan into your skin loudly.

You both lay there for a while, once he's sure you won't make much noise he takes his hand off your mouth and presses a kiss to your shoulder before he pushes himself up off of you and moves to basically collapse next to you. You don't move, you lay there and stare at the ceiling for a long time before you feel like you can form a coherent sentence and when you do speak you're surprised at how quiet it comes out.
"What...was that?"
He smiles and shakes his head for a second before he pulls you close to him, you welcome it though, cuddling after sex was the most amazing thing to you sometimes. "That toy puts...just the nicest amount of pressure on me...it felt good..."
You want to answer him, agree even because you'd be lying if you said it hadn't felt good as well...but all you really can manage is a dumb smile which he returns before he pulls away from you and stands up, offering his hand and helping you up as well. It's a blur really as you two shower off and he removes the plug, it feels like a relief and you couldn't say you were a bit anxious about him taking it out, he just shook his head at you with that smalls mile still on his face and sat it aside before he turned you around and started to help you wash up. It was always times like this that you found yourself realizing how lucky you felt to have someone like him, you'd been a little skeptical when he's said he wanted to treat you like a queen...and anyone on the outside of the relationship looking in would have thought he treated you like an incapable girl and a sex object. They never saw this though, they never saw all the things he did for you, all the things that he'd been willing to go through if it saved you the trouble. They never saw the forehead kisses, the hand holding, the sometimes overly cute pet names, the kisses, and most of all no one ever saw the affection in his eyes when he looked at you. There were plenty of girls you knew that had a small bit of doubt about wether their guys loved them, wether they were off fucking other people behind their back...or that the intention was just to pass the time while they were in college, you never once worried about any of those things since you'd been with Linton. He'd made it clear from day one that he had no intention on hitting it and quitting it, and in the three years you two had been together he'd proved that he loved you, you knew that he'd never go around behind your back with other women, he was much more likely to have you participate with another woman than he was honestly. No one saw this, all they chose to see was him calling you a slut and 'forcing' you to do things, no one really understood that all the things he 'forced' you to do, you more than willingly did for him because it made you happy when he was happy. You get pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his hands cross over your lower back and his chin come to rest on the top of your head, he doesn't say anything at first and while you don't mind the quiet you feel the need to say something, but he beats you to it.
"Would you do that again?"
"What?"
"That." You can feel him point to where he'd put the toy and you shrug a bit.
"I suppose..." It's hard to keep the anxiousness out of your voice and you can tell he hears it.
"I can't promise it won't ever feel uncomfortable...but I can promise that if it hurts we stop."
"I know...I don't so much have the issue with the toys though Sir..."
"Me?"
"Yes...you are...a lot bigger than toys...and toys tend to stay in."
You can feel his chuckle more than hear it. "Well...I don't know about bigger...there are some pretty big plugs out there..."
"You know what I mean."
"I do...like I said though...as long as you're willing and comfortable to experiment a bit...there is no reason it shouldn't feel at least a little good to you."
"I trust you Sir...I know you'll make it feel amazing anyhow..."
You can feel him kiss the top of your head and you spend the rest of your time in the shower with him, feeling like you could melt with how relaxed and tired you were.

Over the course of the first few weeks there, you get to see a where he grew up. He takes you to the school, he takes you to places he used to frequent with Simon, he takes you to where Simon used to live when he was growing up though the building has been long abandoned since then...he also takes you to some of the more popular places and it feels nice. In a way it's like having a personal guide the only difference being that this guide also shows you some places that he used to go with girls from school. You dared say that you spent just as much time with his cock inside you than you did hearing stories about the stupid things he did as a kid...you didn't mind though. It never failed to amaze you that after three years of pretty consistent sex you two were still very much wanting to fuck all the time...and it didn't matter where you two were either you'd figured out. He'd also been trying to teach you some Swedish...and he was also having a fun time with how you were butchering it as well...you didn't know much, you knew some words and how to introduce yourself but that was about it and even those words and phrases sounded just awful coming out of your mouth. You figured that at least you had been taking the initiative to try and he'd agreed with you through a face tense with trying not to laugh. It was only one night that he'd been sitting with you in the kitchen that he'd brought up a good opportunity to learn some language and at first you'd given him a strange look. He'd held up his hands and told you about going to dinner with his dad and Lilli...his sister was in town and it had been brought up that a family outing would be a good way to introduce everyone to everyone else formally. You had nodded in agreement but still looked at him with a bit of hesitation. He'd of course insisted that he had no ulterior motive other than showing his whole family that you were indeed real and you'd accepted it without a question. So now you were standing in his room trying to figure out what to wear, with his help...or lack of it.

There is no denying that he's been distracted a majority of the trip...though it hadn't stopped him from showing you the attention you needed or wanted for that matter. There was always a look like he was contemplating something in the back of his mind and it made you wonder what was going on, though you knew that if you asked he'd just smile and tell you that you didn't need to worry about it. He's sitting on his bed completely dressed and ready to go from the looks of it but you are still standing there in you underwear trying to get his final say on one outfit or the other. You can't help the small pout that crosses you face when you see him looking at his phone distractedly and while you know it's not something he particularly cares for, you grab both sets of clothes and walk over to him so that your legs are against his knees. When he doesn't look up you get much more bold and reach out to take his phone from him, you try your best to not disturb the screen because if he'd been working on something important you didn't want to ruin it....but you put it down on the bed and move so that you're sitting on his lap and looking at him with a half-hearted stern expression. He doesn't look angry...but you can tell that despite the amused look he gives you that there is a small part of him that isn't so amused.
"What are you doing little one?"
"I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now Daddy but you haven't looked up from your phone."
You feel his hands rest on your hips before he lets out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry babygirl...I've had a lot on my mind lately."
"You can tell me..."
"You'll see soon enough..." He brings his hands up your back and pulls you forward into a short hug before he drops both hands down to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze. "About those clothes though...first thing is first, i think you should forgo the panties tonight."
You nod in agreement before you feel him pick up the clothes you'd had hold of, it doesn't surprise you when he gives the dress back to you and smiles.
"I can't wear a bra with this Sir..."
"I know."
It's hard not to smile because you can see the slightest shift of color in his eyes before he gives your back end a small slap and tells you to get dressed.

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You're so incredibly nervous, though you aren't sure why because the main event wasn't going to happen until you were both were at the end of your stay...but it didn't stop you from feeling a bit queasy and very restless the minute that you and O get outside and start to walk towards the restaurant that your dad and Lilli had left for about twenty minutes ago. O had needed some extra time to get ready which was fine...she looked amazing regardless of how much time she spent getting ready, you'd said it before and you'd keep saying it that she could literally wear a trash bag and it would still look beautiful as hell on her. You admittedly had been pretty distracted since you'd gotten back to Sweden...between Angela emailing you, keeping up with some things from work and of course a surprise for Ophelia you had zoned out more than a fair share of times and you felt bad about it but she always brought you back in one way or another. You found yourself pouring over your thoughts more and more the closer the end of the trip got and you somehow were amused at the way this relationship had played out so far...you were in a role you never thought you would be...and maybe you weren't terribly good at that particular role but it worked for the both of you and that was what really mattered. With Anne, you'd followed most of the rules by the book really...the mistake you'd made though was trying to follow what Simon had fallen into...Master/slave wasn't really something you strived for and so after Anne...you'd kind of avoided the whole thing. She'd wanted things of you that you weren't willing or comfortable doing and that should have been the first red flag aside from her claim that she had no limits whatsoever...you always berated yourself for not being smarter but hindsight was always a bitch. You look over at O as you both walk and you feel a large swelling of pride that she's yours...she was exactly what you'd needed and wanted, she was independent, smart, had a promising future wether you were with her or not...and she was strong, she'd been strong for a long time because that was who she was and it was also what was expected of her. After meeting her parents you understood a bit better why though, they expected her to be her best in everything that she tried and she had...her grades and the degree she was so close to getting were proof of that.

She is walking just a bit ahead of you and its obvious why when you watch her, you were so happy that the dress showed off every delicious curve she had, and the fact that you'd told her to not wear anything under it made it that much nicer to look at because it was all her. She'd been worried about being over dressed but you'd told her not to worry and that if she felt odd about it to just imagine she was dressing up for you and that had apparently been something she could be ok with. Her hair was up and it just added to how nice she looked honestly but what really made it was the way her eyes were lit up looking around, she couldn't understand anything written on the signs, flyers and street signs but she was enjoying it anyway, and seeing her be this happy made you happy. For a short while you were able to forget about your nerves but soon enough you sigh to yourself and try to reign in your anxiousness, you straighten your back and take a few large steps putting you next to her before you drop your hand down and give her ass a small squeeze before sliding it up to her lower back and falling into sync with her. When you see the building you lead her to it and once you're inside it isn't hard to see where your family is sitting, your dad sticks out like a sore thumb with how tall he is and its enough to make you laugh...which he sees and shakes his head at. You gently push on her back and lead her to the table where you make sure she's seated fine before sitting down yourself. Your dad and Lilli both smile and say hi to you both before you look over and see your sister who is eyeing O with a strange amusement. You narrow your eyes at her to which she returns it and nods at you.
"Not going to lie...I thought you'd bring home a guy..."
You tilt your head a bit and just look at her. "Really?"
"I can't be the only one that got that vibe for the longest time..."
"It's nice to see you too..." You motion to O. "This is Ophelia...she is my girlfriend and has been for the last three years..."
"Poor girl..."
"Oh fuck off..."
Your dad and Lilli are both sitting there in silence, watching you two argue and even O is turning her attention from one sibling to the other, if you weren't a bit annoyed you would've found it funny.

Before long it's like the same conversation you two had had earlier when she'd met your dad...you both get asked where and when you met, how did you two meet, were there kids, where there going to be kids, where you going to marry her...and all in all you both answer the best you can. When it comes time to actually order anything you order for both of you without thinking and you catch the spark of amusement in your dad's eyes, he's not dumb, he knows about what you do. He'd found out about the same time you had...he'd been pretty understanding of it and had told you that as long as you stayed out of trouble he didn't care what you did regarding that aspect of your life. You feel her hand on your leg for a few seconds but she pulls it away too quickly for you to have a reaction other than to look at her. When you see her look back at you, you can see that she's thanking you and you just give her a small smile while putting your hand on her leg, though you don't take yours away. The rest of the dinner is spent speaking in half English and half Swedish, full of laughs, dirty jokes, drinking, and stories about when you and your sister were younger. It's all very nice and for a short time it makes you miss being home, but you know that if you came back it wouldn't be the same so you push that nostalgic feeling to the back of your mind. You've also been slowly working your hand up her leg as the night progressed and after awhile your hand is under her dress and you're running your fingers over her as slowly as you can manage so that no one suspects anything. For her part she is stone faced though you can feel by the wetness you feel that you're doing a good job of making her work to keep that face straight. You start a conversation with your dad and sister before you turn your hand around so that your palm is pressed against her clit and you slide your middle finger between her folds and it makes her put her hands on the table and let out a slow breath. When the others look at her with a strange expression you feign worry and lean in so that it looks like you're trying to be comforting, but in reality you have your mouth against her ear and your hand still firmly against her.
"Go to the women's bathroom...when you get there get into the third stall and close the door but don't lock it. I want you to keep touching yourself while you wait for me...do not cum, do you understand princess?"
She leans her head against your shoulder and you hear her answer quietly. "Yes Sir..."
When you pull away you pull your hand away as well and watch her get up and excuse herself to the bathroom, you catch the look she gives you before she leaves and it makes you have to drop a hand to yourself to try and relieve a bit of your own ache. You never were able to do all of this without getting like this anymore, it was both annoying but also very nice you supposed.

After a few minutes turns into ten you stand up and excuse yourself also and it's like your dad knows...he watches you get up with a strange look before shaking his head and going back to his conversations and part of you wants to laugh but a part of you is a little weirded out that your dad knows...he knows that you're going to the bathroom to have what would be considered a quickie. When you make your way to the back of the building you take a short look around to see if anyone is watching you before you slip into the women's bathroom, sure enough you can already hear her and it makes you smile that she's listened to you. From the sounds of it though she's close and trying her hardest not to finish though. You walk down to the third door and push it open, at first she looks up in surprise...even a little bit of embarrassment because she thought it would be someone else but as soon as she sees you she relaxes. You step in and close the door, leaning against it and looking at her, she's half leaning against the back wall with her hand between her legs, she's shaking and you can see from her eyes that it's taking everything inside her to not cum and you find the whole thing both arousing and a little funny. You take hold of her arms and pull her up close to you before you drop your hand down over hers making her stop for a few seconds.
"Only ten minutes and you're ready to be done?"
"I couldn't help it Sir..."
You use your hand to move hers over herself and she bites her lip and drops her head against your shoulder when you move her hand in quick circles over herself and before long you feel her other hand grip your arm and she pushes her face into your shirt hard. "Go on and cum little one...we don't have time for proper play right now."
It never ceases to amaze you that simply telling her to cum or giving her permission to do so always made her...maybe it was always because you made her ride that edge so long usually...either way you feel her tense up and though her face is buried into your shoulder you can hear her let out a muffled moan as you take your hand away from her own. You give her a few minutes to regain the ability to stand on her own before you wrap your arms around her and move so that her back is pressed against the door, you look at her and after a short moment of staring she takes her hands and starts to undo your pants. It's hard not to groan when her hands make contact with you and it just fuels the blind lust you're feeling at the moment, as soon as she has you pulled out of your pants and her hand wrapped around you, you feel your eyes slip closed for a few seconds before you let out a low growl and take hold of her hand, pulling it away from you. You give her a look, which she returns with such a large amount of sass that you don't give her a chance to say what she was going to say, you spin her around and push her up against the door a bit harder than you normally would and take both her arms and pin them behind her. You're not angry, you're not disrespected, but you know better than to be easy oh her...you loved how she liked it rough and she always kept pushing you to get you to this point.

You lean into her and bury your teeth into her shoulder, she lets out a small sound that is close enough to a moan that you keep at it before you pull back and tell her to spread her legs. She's in a bit of a haze and when she doesn't answer you or make a move to do as you say, you lean forward and look at her face to see her giving you a slightly dark smile. You narrow your eyes before you let go of her arms and put your hands on her hips, you rip the skirt of her dress up to her waist and slide your hands down between her legs, pushing them apart before pulling her hips back so that she's bracing her hands against the door suddenly. You lean over her and put a hand against her lower back making her bend a bit lower before you speak, it's low and slightly tense.
"When I tell you to do something what do you do little girl."
"I do what you tell me to Sir..."
You run your hand down her back and for a few seconds you watch her skin change color where your fingers are dragging downwards. "And did you do what I told you?"
"No, Sir...."
"What does that mean?"
"Punishment Sir..."
"Correct." Your hand reaches her ass and before you say much else you pull your arm back and bring it back down across her bare skin with a loud crack, you hear her let out a yelp but she pushes her hips back against your hand. You give her a handful of strikes, enough so that her rear is turning a lovely shade of pink before you tell her to stand up and hold onto the door, which she does and when she reaches up and grabs onto the door, you lean forward and lock it. You slide your hands between her legs again and push them apart again, this time though you run your fingers over her and cant help the smile that spreads over your face as you feel her wet heat just as hot as it was before.
"Jesus babygirl, are you ever not wet?"
"Not when it comes to you Sir..."
It's hard to fight off a groan, but you do and simply give her small kiss on the neck before you press yourself up against her. You bend your knees a bit and use a hand to press yourself against her, you let the head of your cock sink into her slowly before you put your hands against the door and straighten your legs, pushing yourself into her cunt entirely. She lets out a loud gasp and you can see her arms shake from how hard she's holding onto the door, you shift slightly on your feet and before long you start a slow rhythm that has her making all sorts of interesting noises. Because she's shorter than you, she essentially has no choice but to take your full length and god if it didn't feel amazing, she always felt that way though.

You stop though, you let yourself slide out of her and when she turns her head to question what you're doing you tell her to let go and as soon as her feet are flat on the floor you're pinning her again, this time though you really don't feel like playing...you were becoming less and less interested in the sex that involved play all the time, not for lack of love of it though. Play was fun, but this was what you loved the most, you loved the rawness of sex you two had. Play could be rough, it was intense and it pushed both of you with trying new things that you otherwise wouldn't...but the passion that was burning between you two now was not something that you got from play. She was as natural of a submissive as you were a dominant and it didn't matter what role either of you played in this lifestyle...whatever this was worked for you two because you didn't have to work at it too hard. You slide your hands under her legs and lift her up like you had before and with a small bit of effort you press yourself into her again and can't help the low moan that forces its way out of your mouth when you are surrounded by her again. You don't start out slow, you don't ease into anything, once you feel her warmth around you...you dig your fingers into her skin and start slamming your hips up into her hard, you look up and see she has her hands grabbing a hold of the top of the door again. You're aware of a lot of things suddenly, you're aware of her legs wrapped around you tightly, how she's moving her hips against you in pace, and also very aware of how happy you were that the dress she had on didn't allow for her to war a bra. You lean forward and use your teeth to pull at the chest of her clothing until it finally slips down past her breasts and you don't even hesitate before you bury your face against her skin. You bite at her skin as you feel your control over everything slipping and it doesn't take long for you to loose yourself in her, you can only focus on how she sounds, how she smells and how she feels, it's enough to drive someone insane in your mind...the only thing you wanted was to make her scream. You start to pull her hips down against you in your own rhythm, and when you hear her let out a loud cry and arch her back off the door you know that you've hit that spot that would undo her. You barely register her asking to be able to touch you because you're so focused on the sounds she's making, getting almost as loud as the sound of skin on skin and once you realize what she's asking you tell her you don't care. It's like a whole different feeling when you feel her hands drop down from the door to grip your hair tightly and you'd be a liar if you said that the slight amount of pain wasn't a bit of a turn on. You feel her pull your head up and you are surprised when you feel her kiss you hard, for a few seconds you aren't entirely sure if its really happening but once the surprise wears off it-combined with how she has your head pulled up to her-makes you growl lowly before you press her hard against the door and slide your hands up to her ass before holding her down against you. It's reminiscent of the night in her parent's room...the fact that there is simply no room between the two of you to properly thrust your hips doesn't deter you one bit, you roll your hips against her and feel her do the same, the only difference being that when you feel her shake you grip her skin and hold her hips down firmly while you grind into her harshly. You feel her slide down the door a bit and you can't help but grin before you move your hands back to her legs to hold her in place, you don't give her any warning before you slam your hips against her as hard as you can and you groan when her hands grip your shoulders tightly.

You grip her thighs tightly and grind your hips against her hard, she lets out a whine and as you aim to do it again you both hear the door to the bathroom open and you can see in her eyes that she's anxious...you however don't really care. She looks at you and when she sees you give her an evil smile she shakes her head quickly but you aren't having any of it, you lean down so that you can talk quietly enough but still be heard by her.
"Oh princess..." You stand there buried inside her trying your hardest to keep yourself in control for the moment but the longer you stay still the harder it gets...you can feel her trembling. "Guess you better be quiet...wouldn't want anyone to know what a dirty whore you really are would we."
If you could have had a picture of the face she makes at you....it would have been worth more than anything else you owned...its a mix of surprise and anger but also clouded so heavily by lust that she relents after a few seconds and puts her hands over her mouth. No sooner does she do that do you feel her tighten her legs around you, you put your hands on the door and drop your head down before you start pushing your hips against her slowly but so hard that you can hear the door moving. You try to keep your head about you enough to not make too much noise though anyone that looked under the stalls to see feet would see that your feet definitely weren't female, you can hear her making noise against her hands and the louder they get the harder she pushes down against her mouth. You can feel her pushing back against you and it only edges you on more and after a few minutes of this careful and meticulous pace you can't anymore. Person in the restroom be damned, she sees it in your eyes but you can also see that she has the same look and so you bring one hand down between you and start to quickly move your fingers over her clit. You feel her arch and moan against her hands loudly and without any hesitation or warning you slam your cock into her and thankfully your angle hadn't failed you when you hear the high pitched squeal. You feel your eyes slip shut as you move harshly against her, her hips moving with you and both of you so desperate to cum by this point that she doesn't care if she makes noise and uncovers her mouth, she grabs a hold of your hair again and it makes you have to concentrate hard on what you're doing, you move your fingers over her faster, as you give in to the want to fuck her as hard as possible. It always came down to this though, and both of you loved it. In the back of your mind you can hear the disapproving noise of the unfortunate lady that had come in and in response you don't hold back at all. You're slamming your hips against her almost ruthlessly and you can hear plainly the sound of the door protesting the whole act but staying locked thankfully, you get lost in her moans, her screams and how fucking tight and hot she is, you're lost in the thrill of doing this in a public place and the fact that there may still be a person in there listening...you know for a fact that she's getting off on it from the way she writhes against your hand. You move your whole hand over her roughly and in your normal way, you lean in closer to her, you know that she likes this kind of talk...and if the person in the bathroom didn't they really needed to leave.
"Are you Daddy's whore, princess?"
Normally she'd not answer you right away, too focused on the other sensations going on but tonight she looks right at you and answers without any type of hesitation...a bit louder than you expect even. "Yes Daddy...I'm your fucking whore.."
It never fails really...you feel an intense fire in your stomach when she says that and it makes you have to close your eyes to keep hold for just a bit longer. "Oh god....cum on my cock babygirl..."
It undoes her, she nearly pulls your hair out in the midst of it but when you manage to pry your eyes open you get to see her in the middle of what looks like a mind altering orgasm, her face is pink, her eyes are closed and she looks like she's deep in concentration. Its short lived though when you feel her seize up around you and the whine she lets out makes you have to close your eyes again as you feel your own release approaching quickly. You feel her cum, you feel her soak you so badly that it doesn't stay inside her and when it hits you by way of a sudden feeling of less friction you groan loudly and feel your orgasm overtake you entirely. There are a few more hard thrusts of your hips before you bury yourself inside her and ride out the waves of your own release and for a long time...probably a good five minutes you both just stand there. She has your head hugged to her chest tightly and you can feel her knees digging into your sides despite how shaky her whole body is, when you both seem to come back to reality a bit more you gently let her down onto her feet and its obvious by her face that she feels a bit embarrassed when the mixed cum from both of you slides down her thighs. In a way...you aren't sure really...it's satisfying to watch, in a primal way it was like you were marking her and you liked that idea despite the fact you knew she was yours anyway.

After a few more minutes of silence you reach past her to unlock the door and you take another look of satisfaction when she walks out of the stall carefully, partially because you don't want to run into the person that had been present and partially because she'd just had the life fucked out of her in a public bathroom. The room looks clear and when she steps out of the stall entirely you follow her, you both head to the sinks and you proceed to help her clean up because you aren't sure she'd be able to do it herself or not. You clean off her legs and between them though you try your hardest to not be too rough, you also help her put her hair back up and pull her dress back down and up over her chest again. She doesn't try to help you really, but that's not unusual, you'd told her early on that you preferred it that way unless you said otherwise so she leaned against the sinks and watched you with a small smile on her face. Of course, you're smiling too, how can you not after something like that but your thoughts turn back to what you needed to do when you got back to the table. You knew that your dad would be happy and Lilli would be too, you were as much a son to her as your younger sibling was and it was nice, you didn't much care what your sister thought and then there was O...you didn't know what she'd think. This news had implications for you two and you wanted her opinion and even more so for her to say yes so that you both could move forward. You right yourself and let out a long sigh before turning to look at her, she's calmed down a bit more but it's still pretty obvious what has happened in the bathroom...maybe you just don't care though so you walk over to her and hug her close to you. She puts her arms around your neck and you can feel her play with your hair a little, it's such an odd feeling that you can't help but laugh.
"What?"
"Always have to have your hands in my hair don't you."
She thinks on it for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes...Yes I do."
You give her forehead a kiss before you ask her if she's ready to go to which she nods and lets out a sigh before letting you go and looking in the mirror to make sure she looks ok.

When you both feel like you're calm and presentable enough to leave the bathroom you walk behind her and open the door for her letting her go first before you follow her a few seconds later, you can see the look she gives you and you shrug. It was a look that asked why you were coming after her so quickly but you figured it was dumb to try and hide it, you two were in there longer than it rightfully should take someone to use the facilities, so it was pointless to try and hide it. As you catch up with her you feel your hand go to her back almost out of habit and as you navigate the tables with her you can see your sister looking at you from the few yards away she is...you can't help but give her a look back to which she scowls and goes back to whatever she'd been doing originally. You let out a small sigh before you help her Ophelia sit down before you take your seat as well and you can already feel everyone looking at the two of you, you know your dad knows, you get the feeling that your sister knows...and Lilli doesn't seem to care much if she does know. When things start to feel a little awkward your dad decides to start up a conversation thankfully and after a few minutes of listening to him talk to O about music or whatever it was that they were talking about you can't help but look up at your sister who is just staring at you with a pretty blank expression. She gets shaken out of it when Lilli asks her a question and its like a light switch gets flipped in her head as she looks past you and answers. The conversation shifts to some subject you aren't sure of because you aren't paying attention...admittedly you're being a pervert and looking between O's chest-because goddamn did that dress look nice on her-and the angry red mark on her shoulder from your teeth. You hear a disapproving sound from your sister and you look up at her as the sound clicks in your mind, it hits you hard enough you nearly choke on your drink, the same noise you'd heard in the bathroom....the looks she's giving you...you can't help but fight off a hysterical bout of laughter at the thought that you'd scarred your sister with your sexual exploits and the fact that you're laughing makes her look at you like she could kill you.

The talk carries on for at least another hour, you all talk about everything. The subject gets brought up of how much of a positive influence Ophelia was for you, even your dad agrees that you are much less negative, snarky and you certainly seem to have been drinking less, you can't disagree with any of it because she had been the best thing to happen to you in a long time, there was no denying that. Your sister asks her about her plans after she graduates and you can't help but notice the hesitation before she says she's not sure, your sister reassures her that if her brother could find a job she should have no trouble...then she says your name and you look at her with raised brows. She's leaning forward on the table like she might try to crawl up onto it but you aren't too worried about her doing it,
"So...what's the plan for you two when she graduates? I mean like say she gets a job somewhere, or if you maybe find something other than teaching..."
"Why not teaching?"
"Because you hate it...we all know that."
"Well the funny thing is, I have been looking for another job...and I think i've found one." You don't have to be looking at Ophelia to feel her gaze turn to you and it almost burns by how intensely she's staring.
"Oh?"
"I've been talking to a company that found my old research...they said that they wanted me to join them and at first...I said I had to think about it. I did, I also told them that I had some conditions that I wanted to be sure of before I left a stable job for this."
"That's fantastic!" Lilli has the biggest smile on her face and its hard not to smile as well...she always had that effect on people, your dad is also smiling but its a bit more subdued as he looks between O and you.
"It is...i'd be heading a research team...something that I'd always had in mind as a goal."
"You? Lead a team?"
You look at your sister and give the finger before answering her. "Yes...ME, LEAD a team."
"Where is it? What kind of company is it?" Your dad is leaning on the table now, getting into the spirit of it.
"It's an offshoot company aimed at medical device research...they also have a pharmaceutical department as well...Med5 in northern california."
"That's all the way across the country..." It's almost painful to hear her voice so small next to you, you look at her and can see the feeling of betrayal in her eyes. She sounds so hurt.
"It is...but like I said, I had some conditions..."
"What were they?" Your sister speaks up.
"There were really only two or three big ones...I wanted to finish up this year at the school...when I quit I'll be able to start the hiring process and be an employee in a week or two afterwards...and i wanted to pick my own team."
"They were ok with that?"
You nod at your dad, who is sitting with his head on his hand. "They want me there dad...so badly they're willing to do this for me."
"They will do anything they can to get you there huh?"
"Yeah...I haven't asked the people I have in mind yet but I suppose I can ask one since she knows now."
Ophelia looks confused but still a little angry at you, you offer her a small smile as you shrug at her. "So to answer the question for what she's going to do after graduation...if she says yes that is...O, I'd really like you to come with me..."
"Like...with you or..."
You give her a look. "With me, I want you to work with me and come to Cali with me. If you say yes...you'll have guaranteed work after graduation...and I've already highly recommended they look at the work you've done."
"I don't know..."
You've focused on her now and in your mind no one else is there right now, so you don't care much what comes out of your mouth. "I want you to think on it princess...I'm not going to force you one way or another."
"Can we talk about this later?"
You nod, you can tell that she's a bit upset, you have a suspicion it's because you didn't tell her until now...and you know you'll not hear the end of it tonight...you could only imagine what the other trick you had up your sleeve was going to be like. "We can always talk about it later."

The rest of the night goes by quickly but the feeling between the two of you is tense and you can't blame her at all. It didn't go quite as you'd planned but you could bounce back from about anything at this point...you didn't care if she said yes or no...you'd give up the job offer in a heartbeat if it made her happy and while some people would see that as being dumb or being wrapped around her finger...you saw it as keeping her happy which kept you happy. When you all get up to leave you hug, and everyone says that this has to happen again and your sister leaves before you see Lilli and O walking behind her, you feel your dad put his hand on your shoulder and you can't help but let yourself slip a bit and sigh heavily.
"You know where the key is, try not to be too loud ok? Good Luck." He gives your shoulder a hard pat before pulling his hand back and walking around you to catch up to the girls. Yeah...good luck...you might just need that tonight.