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My Patience By the time Elliot finally got home, Jordan was already dressed and had everything set up. Elliot smiled wanly. “I’m gonna jump in the shower first, okay? I such a bad–” “Excuse me?” Jordan interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “What did you just say?” Elliot had her back to Jordan as she hung up her coat. “It’ll only take a minute, and–” Suddenly Jordan was there, pinning her hands above her head against the wall. She rubbed small circles in Elliot’s wrists, whispering in her ear, “I don’t give a fuck about your day, or anything else you might have to say for yourself. We are–” “Bel Biv Devoe,” Elliot interrupted quietly. She untangled herself from Jordan, who was too shocked to protest. “I’m sorry, but I really need to take a shower,” she said apologetically. “But I’d love to play as soon as I’m done,” she added with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom. Jordan stared after her, then collapsed on the couch, angrily tapping one high-heeled foot against the floor. Goddamnit, she had spent fucking hours planning out every little detail of tonight, and as if having to wait for Elliot to get home, having to wait even longer was annoying as hell. She sat up, smiling. There were ways of making her pay. - True to her word, Elliot was out of the shower and toweling herself off five minutes later. She wrapped herself in a black lace bathroom, the one that was Jordan’s favorite. Gathering her courage to live through whatever revenge Jordan had planned, she made her way into the bedroom. Her eyes widened and her stomach flipped as she took in the view. Jordan was perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing the knee-high boots and black corset she had had on before. She was holding a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a long, glistening knife in the other. “I–” Elliot squeaked. Jordan had to bite back a smile. “Take that thing off,” she snapped, standing up and putting the knife on the night table. “Lie on your back, arms spread.” Elliot did as she was told, knowing that now was not the time to piss her off any further. She wasn’t surprised at all to feel the cold metal against her wrists and the click of the handcuffs closing, or the silk of the blindfold being tied around her head. What did surprise her was the sudden lack of warmth as Jordan moved away from the bed. “Jordan?” Elliot ventured. “Where are you?” A laugh, too quiet to tell where it came from. Maybe somewhere off to the left? Then the wet warmth of Jordan’s tongue, quickly flicking her ear, before hissing, “Be patient. I’ll be back when I damn well please, understand?” Elliot nodded, taking a deep breath. This was going to be a long night…
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My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
