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Genevieve is a Brat (2/?)
🕑 Added 2021-07-19 18:29:35 +0000 UTChi everyone!! i hope y'alls monday is going okay...my monday is very monday-y. i missed my bus because i forgot my mask and had to turn back. while i waiting for the next one, the strap on my backpack broke! but i got some important errands done so that's good. i had to pick up my dog's medication and also go to the library to print hospital paperwork. i am applying to get some assistance with my hospital bills so wish me luck! also, i'm still waiting to hear back from the doctors. i don't think i've really explained anything yet but they are testing me for cancer, so that's another fun thing i'm going through currently. i've got good odds though, so i'm not thinking worst case at this point.
i finished the second part to Genevieve is a Brat. this story has been fun to write, so i hope y'all are enjoying it :) i think there will most likely be either 3 or 4 parts in total.
-mel
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Genevieve brought her hand to her glossy lips, stifling an excited giggle. Her blue eyes grew wide in anticipation as he stepped into the room quietly, keeping his back to her. He carefully and deliberately slid the lock on the solid oak door. He knew Genevieve could hear the metallic thud as the heavy lock engaged. They both craved that thud - despite the lock signaling confinement, this room was the place they were most free.
Genevieve rolled back onto the pillows behind her, hugging her knees to her chest. She knew she was supposed to stay quiet until he gave her permission to speak, but she could barely contain herself. The rush of feelings his presence inspired made Genevieve feel like a bubble about to burst. Curling her toes and rocking slightly back and forth, she watched him slip off his brown leather shoes, hang his suit coat on the hook, and finally turn to face her.
As he lessened the distance between them, footsteps muffled by the padding on the floor, his eyes slowly sized up Genevieve’s body. He let them linger over every inch of her pale skin, noting with pleasure the eager look on her face. She’d done a good job dressing herself. She deserved praise, but not just yet. He could tell she must have wanted to impress him today, because she’d even stuck matching heart-shaped clips in her forever-untamed pink hair. Genevieve sat up, inhaled, and opened her mouth to speak, his close proximity breaking whatever willpower she had left to remain silent.
Before she could utter a sound, he cut her off. “Position Four.” His order was firm and direct. Genevieve’s mouth snapped shut. She knew exactly what to do, as they had spent many hours training together. She worked hard to memorize and perfect each position under his patient, yet strict, guidance. Without hesitation, Genevieve got on all fours, palms and knees planted on the ground, her face upturned towards his.
“There’s something I need you to do for me. Can you do it?” He leans forward and rests his hands on his knees, lowering his face closer to Genevieve’s expectant eyes.
“Yes, sir.” She met his fiery gaze and said it respectfully, like she was supposed to.
“Good girl.” As he answered, he rose back up to his full height, hands already working to slide his belt out of the loops. The familiar jingle of the buckle brought Genevieve's attention downwards. Her face grew hot as she realized what he wanted.
“You’ll do a good job for me, won’t you?”
“Yes si-“ Genevieve started to give the appropriate response, but her mouth was already full.
Comments
Shawn Kruk
Intriguing 😍
samir
that looks yummy
