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eloise stumbled out of the cab and through the doorway of 8 goodge place, remnants of gin and tonic spilled down the front of her low-cut top. she had a few too many with her coworkers after her shift at the toucan. pangs of guilt and panic rushed through her inebriated brain when she checked the time; after midnight. she promised sandie she’d be home already.
after listening to ellie trip up 3 flights of stairs, sandie awaited her in the doorway of the loft.
she was hungry.
poor, drunk eloise had no clue what she was in for.
“sandie i’m so sorry, i got carried away after work and—“ ellie was interrupted by a hand on her throat with her back suddenly against the door frame.
“save it, sweetheart. i’m fucking starving.”
bouncy, blonde curls brushed against ellie’s chest as open-mouthed kisses were placed up her neck. fucking tease. sandie nipped at ellie’s breasts and collarbones, leaving a breadcrumb trail of small hickeys behind. ellie ran her fingertips along sandie’s hips, then her tight waist, then the swell of her chest, and finally up the back of her neck, undoing the clasp of that signature pink dress that ellie never seemed to tire of.
sandie breathed increasingly heavier until she reached her target, moaning as she sunk her teeth slowly and painfully into ellie’s flesh. she drank from her jugular vein, eliciting a long, high-pitched whine from the brunette. she particularly enjoyed when eloise’s blood was tainted with liquor, getting drunk off of it herself. she gave a small hum of approval as she extracted her pearly fangs from ellie’s throat, admiring the puncture wound she had left behind. tears rolled down ellie’s face, her eyes squeezed shut, “fuck. fuck fuck fuck.”
“i know baby, i know,” sandie cooed. she stroked ellie’s cheek before pulling her into a deep kiss, letting ellie taste herself on sandie’s palate. ellie pulled away and weeped into sandie’s clavicle, the throbbing of her wound becoming unbearable.
still pinning her against the doorframe, miss collins swiftly fastened her thigh between ellie’s, “shhh, this will make it all better,” she soothed, gently rubbing ellie’s nerves just so. ellie melted into sandie’s arms, pain and pleasure swirling together in her core like coffee and cream. sandie scooped the girl up and laid her out on the bed before meticulously undressing her. in her drunk haze, eloise’s muscled tensed and relaxed involuntarily, her body trying to make sense of all the sensory input she was receiving.
“what did you have to drink tonight? tastes bloody amazing.”
“g-gin and tonic…oh god, sandie—“
sandie grinded into ellie, licking the red stain from her teeth. “that’s my girl, keep talking ellie. tell me how sorry you are for being late.”
“i’m sorry sandie, i’m—fuck—i’m so sorry for being late. i’m sorry,” she breathed.
they began rolling their hips into each other’s thighs, legs braided in passion. but slowly, ellie grew quiet.
sandie stilled abruptly. “you’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”
ellie paused, attempting to form a response that wouldn’t get her punished. it was true, she began to think about john. she couldn’t help it. she had broken things off with him the very same day sandie took her virginity. she claimed she “just needed to be alone right now to settle into london.” she had felt terrible leaving such a sweet guy, but he was almost tooth-achingly sweet. she craved sandie’s boldness. even still, she couldn’t help but think of john every now and again, how she probably wouldn’t be constantly tending to deep bite wounds and dark, indigo bruises had she chosen differently. “…sorry,” she mumbled, at a loss for words.
sandie pinned ellie’s hips to the mattress. “i’m going to need more of an apology, or i won’t even consider letting you finish tonight.”
ellie decided the punishment would be too great to bear, so she began begging, “i’m sorry sandie. i don’t like john, i only want you. please sandie i need to cum so bad. i’m all yours.”
that last phrase sparked something in sandie. still holding ellie down, she began humping ellie’s thigh rapidly “s-say it again, the last part. say it again.”
“i’m all yours sandie, only yours forever,” ellie cried. she was rather excited to have found sandie’s weakness. “you own me. i belong to you.”
“good fucking girl. that’s my good little whore. i own you.” sandie released ellie so they could move in tandem once again. the tension built in their abdomens like a stretched rubber band.
and finally, they snapped simultaneously. lewd moans filled the room, tears of relief streaming down their faces. they collapsed beside one another, fingers entertwined as not to lose connection for even one moment.
after awhile of lying there, sandie grabbed the first aid kit from the nightstand. tending to ellie’s crimson bite, sandie felt her heart skip as she observed the mascara streaks and lipstick marks that coated ellie’s porcelain skin. “my beautiful girl. all mine.” ellie, blissed out of her mind and on the verge of passing out from blood loss, mustered a smile in return.