Cordelia drove to the French quarter shivering, excitement travelling through her body as she parked the car and opened the door of the building. She was sure she was in good time; although a part of her craved the punishment that Misty had prepared for her if she was late. She wanted the Cajun witch's skin on her again, her fingers teasing with her as they played their game. She opened the front door of the loft and hung her coat, walking into the living room, where Misty waited for her sitting on the black leather couch with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Miss Foxx" she said with the sexiest voice Cordelia had ever heard. "Go to the bathroom and get changed, I bought something for you." she continued, her voice having hints of tenderness on it as she ended the sentence. Cordelia closed her eyes for a second and walked to the room where, carefully folded, a bunch of clothes waited for her. Cordelia took them on her hands, studying each piece. A white blouse, a black tie, a very short black frilled skirt, black tights with garters and black high heels. A uniform, she realized. Well, she thought as she put her clothes on, it's official now. She walked and looked herself in the full-sized mirror of the room. I am her pet. "If you aren't out of that room in five seconds," she heard Misty state from behind the door, "I'll have to cane you."

Cordelia pondered her options. She could get dressed with her normal clothes again and run outside the building, option that she discarded almost instantly. She wanted this. She craved the pain and pleasure that Misty offered to her, she wanted the control and domination the woman had over her, and they both knew it. How funny, Cordelia thought. They had always loved –and still did– holding hands at the movies, having dates in petite but charming restaurants, crafting potions and reviving plants for hours, and going for walks in the park. All the students saw them as the perfect couple, to the point that there were bets about when would they get married. When they were out or with friends, they were the picture of tenderness and the purest love that could exist. They held hands at the movies, they had double-dates, and their sexual games never spilled out into the real world. But once they were behind closed doors, however, Cordelia became her mistress' pet, and she loved it. She opened the door and looked at Misty with a shy smile, biting her lower lip.

"You look gorgeous in your new uniform, Miss Foxx." the woman said as she scanned the headmistress' body. She was rewarded with a soft 'thank you, Miss Day', and then she directed her submissive to a dining room table that Cordelia had never noticed. Cordelia found herself slightly scared again, yet she was also looking forward to what Misty had prepared for her that night. During the two months that had passed since the woman had bought the loft, hey had already tried different spanking implements –wooden paddles, belts, riding crops and small whips– and though the pain lasted much longer than when Misty spanked her using her hands, Cordelia was up to anything the blonde wanted to do. Misty, whose eyes were now the color of pure gold, started to bite every single inch of Cordelia's neck as she pushed her up to seat her on the table. "Are you wet?" Cordelia nodded. "Prove it."

"Prove…?" Cordelia started, licking her now dry lips.

"Prove to me you're soaking wet for me, Miss Foxx. Touch yourself."

"Fuck" Cordelia whimpered as a shaky hand slowly complied with her dominant's command and slid under the skirt, making the movement obvious so Misty could see it and pressing her lips together to stifle her moan as she saw Misty smirk, watching the way her hips picked up in rhythm a bit.

"That's enough," Misty ordered. "Show me your fingers." Cordelia, with wide eyes, pulled her hand out and held it up, her fingertips glistening. Misty reached out, grasping Cordelia's wrist to pull the hand to her, engulfing her fingers and sliding her tongue all along and between them, sucking them one by one, cleaning them thoroughly without taking her eyes off her. "You taste so good, Miss Foxx." Misty groaned as she released Cordelia's hand. Misty put a halt to it by grabbing Cordelia's waist, twisting her so that she was facing the table, her dominant's hips pressing against her ass. "Oh, my god," Cordelia moaned at this. She had noticed the toy. A double-ended strap-on, with a bulb end for Misty. The swamp witch was already wearing, what meant that she was wet enough to slide it in without much effort, for Cordelia's surprise. Cordelia couldn't help but remember the first time they used it together, long ago when Misty was more sweet and caring.

The swamp witch guided Cordelia onto her back, parting her legs gently, running her fingers all along them as she did so. Her breath hitched. Every time, there was something about the way those long legs would part to reveal beautiful, wet, pink flesh that just drove Misty wild. She leaned over Cordelia, kissing her softly, soundly, while her fingers teased. "Are you ready?" she asked with tenderness, fairly certain of the answer with the wetness all over her fingers.

"Yes," Cordelia breathed, pressing her hand to Misty's cheek lovingly. "Please, Mist."

Misty had hesitated for a brief moment, sudden doubts obscuring the haze of her arousal. What if this wasn't actually about Misty and their feelings at all and had something to do with Cordelia wanting what she had had for many years before she arrived? She pushed the stupid, insecure thoughts aside as Cordelia grasped the strap-on and tugged gently, spreading some lube over it and making her moan out loud at both the sensation of the toy's end moving inside her and the vision of her lover smirking at her.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah," Misty breathed.

"Well, imagine how good it will feel inside me…" Cordelia purred.

"Oh my God" Misty moaned again, and positioned herself, awkwardly, so that the tip of the toy pressed subtly at Cordelia's entrance. A moment of eye contact and, with the help of her hand, Misty began to guide it slowly inside, not wanting to hurt her. She watched Cordelia's expression change, loving the way her eyes widened, then closed, her brows drew down briefly like she was in pain, then her eyes opening again as her mouth dropped and her head tipped back as Misty finished sliding the full length inside and stopped.

"Oh," Cordelia murmured. "Fuck…"

Misty began to slide out slowly, feeling her own breath catch at the way it pulled at the insert for her, watching as Cordelia sighed in pleasure and her brows relaxed, and then she pushed back in, seeing Cordelia's jaw drop again. She did so many times more, sliding slowly in and out until Cordelia lifted her legs to wrap them around Misty's hips and cupped Misty's face with her hands, bringing her mouth down for a kiss.

"Are you okay, love?" the headmistress asked.

"Yeah, this feels… good. You?"

"I love it."

"You do?"

"Yes. Especially because it's you the one who is with me. It feels good… it feels right." Cordelia said smiling. Misty returned the smile a little tremulously, her fears vanishing. God damn, if Cordelia enjoyed it, Misty was going to make sure this was something Cordelia would never forget. She began to pick up the pace of her thrusts, gasping as she felt the pressure inside every time she pulled out, and drinking in the way Cordelia's eyes rolled back and she moaned as Misty moved a little faster. She felt Cordelia's legs wrap tighter around her and she buried her face in Cordelia's neck, biting it slightly as she pumped her hips with an increasing pace that still wasn't very fast. Misty didn't expecting it to be so good for her, the way it felt each time Cordelia's tightness gripped the toy and pulled and pressed at her inside was amazing. Everything, the way the Supreme's breathing would catch and the way she held on to Misty, made her feel unexpectedly connected to Cordelia. It was then when Cordelia abruptly turned her head to whimper in Misty's ear.

"Your face, Misty... You look so sexy right now…" she moaned, and licked the shell of the swamp witch's ear, making a small movement that made something pull exactly in the right way, making Misty come. A small orgasm, not particularly intense, that made her stop breathing for a few moments that Cordelia noticed. "Did you…?" she asked in wonder. Misty felt herself flushing and tried to just pick back up where she left off.

"Don't worry about it…" she mumbled, and Cordelia's entire body shuddered.

"Oh fuck," she breathed. "You did…" and descended into speechlessness as their bodies continued to rock together. They moved together, breathing the same air, watching each other's faces, and in a way, Misty got it. This wasn't just Cordelia wanting to have what she had had with her husband or the male lovers that came before him. For them, it was making love. Even if it looked like what Cordelia could do with a man, even if it was just a length of plastic, they were making love, just like they always did. And Cordelia sighed out. "Misty, I need to… ugh…"

Misty did not want to stop her rhythm for anything. "Touch yourself," she whispered. "Let me watch you." She felt Cordelia's hand slide between their bodies and move, and Cordelia's eyes closed and her brows drew down even tighter before finally smoothing out, her jaw opening further. Then her back arched and her hips bucked, and her long moan erupted as her body continued and shudder and shake. Misty, in complete wonder, stopped moving entirely and just watched in silence. When Cordelia finally settled back, she opened her eyes, brought a hand up to cup the back of Misty's neck, and kissed her.

"Thanks," she murmured. "Thanks for accepting to do this. I love you."

"I love you too, Dee."

"I'm gonna fuck you, hard and rough." Misty stated, wrapping her arm around Cordelia's waist and keeping her from moving as she ground herself against the headmistress' ass, feeling herself clench around the insert with each circling of her hips. "You're not even gonna be able to walk." Cordelia made frustrated groans and turned her head, opportunity that Misty used to capture her mouth in a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue. Her free hand slid up Cordelia's shirt, unbuttoning it to tweak at her hard nipples. "Do you want that?" Cordelia gasped and pulled her mouth away, her head tipping back against Misty's shoulder, before fiercely kissing her again. Cordelia's hands furiously scrabbled, trying to take control of the situation; one ending up on Misty's hip and as while the other ended up tangled in Misty's hair. After a particularly rough bite to Misty's upper lip, Misty groaned softly and disengaged her lips, one of her hands pressing between Cordelia's shoulder blades, guiding her down steadily, but not with so much force or she could hurt her. After all, a voice said inside Misty's mind, I like to take care of my toys. Cordelia whined slightly, but then complied, and Misty smirked at the sight of Cordelia facing down on the table, palms flat against the surface like she was going to push herself back up, Misty's hand in the center of her back.

"You'd better not move," Misty growled warningly as she removed the hand, "because I can always get handcuffs and make you not move." Cordelia whined slightly –they had never used any kind of cuff or rope–, then folded in her hands in front of her face to resist the temptation to stand back up. Misty glanced down at herself, at the length of silicone, before stepping forward, pulling Cordelia's skirt up and grabbing her garters, tugging them down her legs. Cordelia's toes were barely touching the floor and Misty ran her hands up the backs of Cordelia's legs, reverent as always when faced with their long, lean, delicious reality. She grabbed Cordelia's buttocks and hips and jerked her a few inches until she was a bit closer to the edge of the table, pushing her thighs apart. Cordelia could stand a bit better on her own with her hips not quite on the surface, but she was still face-down on the table. Misty ensured she stayed this way with a firm hand on the dip in her lower back.

"God, Misty," Cordelia groaned, turning her face to look at Misty with one eye, "I wish I could touch you." Misty just smirked, knowing that now that she couldn't Cordelia wanted to touch her even more.

"No. You're gonna let me take care of you." she grunted, gripping Cordelia's hip with one hand, and guiding the strap-on into place with the other, sliding inside with a thrust. Misty heard the note of pain in Cordelia's moan as she pushed inside. Cordelia was wet –absolutely soaked–, but dry silicone didn't always slide in easily, especially in one thrust. Misty waited a moment, just a moment, to give Cordelia a chance to protest before beginning to pulling in and out at a steady pace, hard and deep. She could see Cordelia's profile, the way her mouth was hanging open, her eyes screwed shut, and Misty licked her lips, leaning forward to grasp Cordelia's hair and turn her face towards the table so she was resting on her forehead. Not because she didn't want see her –Cordelia during sex was the most perfect human the devil had ever seen– but because she knew it would drive Cordelia even crazier if she couldn't see her.

Not to mention, it was just one more way the devil could control her, and they both knew that that always made Cordelia wetter. And as she continued to pound, at a pace that would absolutely make Cordelia sore, relishing the way she could feel herself gripping the insert as it moved with her, Misty sensed that she could be close. These human bodies, the devil thought, they are so easy to excite. All it would need to do to make the young woman finish would be to touch her clit a little. Instead of touching herself, Misty smirked and growled. "I could come right now if I wanted, because, God, Cordelia, you know what fucking you do to me." she emphasized with firm and hard thrusts, "what would you do if I just came and pulled out and left you there?" Cordelia gasped and moaned simultaneously, her legs kicking wildly backwards, trying to loop themselves securely around Misty's waist. Misty chuckled, "But I won't do that. You're coming first, and you're coming hard." She noticed the telltale signs. The quiver of Cordelia's thighs, the increasing pitch of her moans, the way she gasped for breath between moans, the way she was tightening even more around the toy. Misty grabbed Cordelia's hair, pulling her up harshly. Cordelia emitted a piercing moan at the change in angle and struggled to right herself for a moment, her head tipping back on one side.

"Touch yourself, Cordelia." the younger witch ordered. She watched a hand move under Cordelia's body and smirked. She knew there was no way that position was comfortable for Cordelia, but the woman loved for Misty to take control and put her at her mercy. And her face… the eye she could see was scrunching even further shut with each thrust. Cordelia jolted, her hips grinding down into Misty's hand, her legs knocking uncontrollably around Misty. Misty matched her pace, thrusting with each roll of Cordelia's hips, and each time there was a new moan, a new clench of Misty's muscles around the insert. As Cordelia stilled, Misty finally pulled out, making them both shudder at the action. Misty rubbed her back, lifting her up and turning her around. She held her, hands settling on her lower back, watching her face. Cordelia's eyes were still closed and when she opened them, she smiled slowly and sank into Misty, wrapping her arms around her.

"Good girl," Misty murmured before the woman kissed her way lazily to Misty's mouth.

"You always know just what I need."

"I know everything." Misty smirked, watching Cordelia glance down to her hip, where the wet strap-on was pressing.

"Miss Day… I think it's your turn."

"If you can walk, Miss Foxx, I'll be glad to let you use our friend on me. If not, I'll punish you." Misty teased her, letting the woman try. Cordelia lost her balance and fell on Misty's arms. "You've lost."

To be continued! Reviews will be very appreciated :)