bathrobe

                                    

                                          

Risa couldn’t shake the gnawing irritation eating at her. She had watched Alice laugh too freely, lean in too closely, and let her charm work a little too easily on Attorney Migs Nograles.
The woman was a political ally, sure, but that didn’t make it any easier to stomach. Risa’s fingers drummed impatiently on the table during the rest of the press briefing, a forced smile plastered across her face as the cameras snapped away.
When they finally got home, Alice strolled into the room, oblivious—or pretending to be—to the storm brewing inside Risa. She peeled off her blazer, revealing the silk bathrobe underneath, and flashed Risa a lazy grin.
“You looked stiff today, Senator,” Alice teased, her voice syrupy sweet. “Rough day at the office?”
Risa crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. “You seemed to have plenty of fun with Attorney Nograles. Must’ve been quite the day for you.”
Alice’s grin widened, a flicker of mischief in her eyes. “Jealous, Risa? Don’t tell me you’re threatened by a little workplace banter.”
Risa stepped forward, closing the distance between them, her presence commanding. “Jealous? No. Possessive? Definitely.” Her voice was low, dangerous, the edges of a smirk tugging at her lips as she reached for Alice’s bathrobe sash. “And you’re about to remember why.”
Alice’s breath hitched as Risa tugged her closer, the playful façade dissolving. “Is this how we’re settling it now?” she murmured, voice thick with anticipation and challenge.
Risa didn’t answer right away, her eyes burning with intensity. She wasn’t about to let Alice distract her. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against the silk fabric of Alice’s robe. The touch was soft, teasing, but it sent a shock of heat straight through both of them.
Alice’s breath quickened, and she shifted, fidgeting nervously as Risa’s gaze held hers with quiet authority. “Do you really want to do this?” Alice whispered, her voice soft, uncertain—vulnerable in a way she wasn’t used to showing.
Risa’s smile grew, her grip tightening on the robe. “I don’t think you have a choice,” she murmured, pulling Alice closer until their bodies almost touched. “You’ve been testing me all day. Pushing the limits, seeing how far you can go.”
Alice’s breath caught in her throat, a low, needy sound escaping her as Risa’s fingers slid down her robe, tracing the curve of her body with deliberate slowness. “I wasn’t... trying to push you,” Alice began, but the words trailed off as Risa stepped even closer, heat radiating between them. “It’s... it’s not what you think,” she gasped.
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing,” Risa murmured, her voice low and firm, a growl beneath the surface. She let her fingers linger, tightening on Alice’s robe, feeling the tremor that ran through her.
And then, without warning, she slipped two fingers inside Alice’s bathrobe, teasing the fabric as she moved it aside, her breath warm against Alice’s ear. “But we’ll see if you still think that when we’re done.”
Alice’s pulse hammered in her chest, her body stiffening in a mix of fear and desire. “Ugh... what do you mean... ‘done’?” she gasped, her voice a mixture of challenge and surrender. “You think you can control me, Risa? Make me remember?” She moaned softly, her eyes dark with something that both invited and resisted.
“I know I can,” Risa whispered, her voice dripping with authority. She pulled Alice in, her lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was hungry, demanding, unapologetic. The softness of Alice’s mouth melted into hers, and for a moment, nothing else existed. Just the heat, the surge of desire, the rhythm of their bodies pressed together.
As they pulled apart, Risa’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. She ran her fingers over Alice’s jaw, forcing her to meet her gaze, the intensity of her stare unwavering. “You’ve been warned,” Risa said, her voice tinged with promise and threat. “But by the end of this, you’ll be begging for more.”
“Fuck you, Risa. I need more. Ugh…uhm.” Alice gasped, her hands gripping Risa’s arms as her body reacted to the fire between them.
“I told you so,” Risa smirked, her voice low, filled with an almost predatory satisfaction.
“Ugh…” Alice moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desire.
“Wait here,” Risa ordered, stepping back with a dark gleam in her eyes. “I’ll go get something.”
“What is that?” Alice asked, her voice breathless as she looked up at Risa, both intrigued and uncertain.
“A toy,” Risa replied, her voice hushed, a dangerous edge to it. “Now, open your legs wide for me.”
“Fuck… ughmmm, Risa, it doesn't fit! You bastard… Uhhh…” Alice cried out, her body tensing in discomfort and arousal, the sensation overwhelming.
“Bear it,” Risa commanded, her grip on Alice’s body firm as she pushed her limits. “That’s your punishment for making me jealous.”