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You Love It When I'm Bringing You Hell
Three months. It's been three months since Andy had left Miranda in Paris and started to work for The Mirror. The first month has been great. Multiple of her articles have made it into the weekly issues and Andy felt as if she was on top of the world. But then suddenly the rose tinted glasses were ripped from her eyes.
During the second month of working at The Mirror her boss, Hunter Prescott, had asked her out to dinner. Andy had respectfully told him she wasn't interested but he kept pushing. It got to a point Andy complained to HR about him which was when everything started to go downhill. Her articles that were once praised and instantly considered for the weekly issues are now being critizied and thrown out the second they hit Hunter's desk.
Andy sighs and takes a sip of her cosmo, then continues, Doug patiently listening to her rant, "I mean Miranda was kind of a bitch but at least she didn't act like my work was garbage just because I said something she didn't like."
Andy's words are slightly slurred from the alcohol flowing through her veins as she goes on, "I should quit and go back to Runway see if Miranda would take me back."
"You're insane," Doug mutters as he takes a swig of his beer before commenting "You really want to go back to the Ice Queen? I thought journalism was your passion?"
"I mean yeah, I do love journalism, but my work isn't getting out there because of that prick," Andy slurs as she picks up her glass.
"But I could ghost write while working at Runway, that's if she takes me back," Andy mumbles before downing the rest of the pink liquid in her glass. Doug just rolls his eyes as he takes another sip of his IPA.
By the time Andy and Doug both finish up at the bar Andy is sufficiently buzzed. She slides into her taxi, still thinking of the older silver haired woman.
"What's the address, Miss?" the driver asks, looking at Andy through the rear view mirror. Before Andy can stop herself she slurs out Miranda's address. The car pulls away from the curb and starts heading to the townhouse. Most of the drive is a blur for Andy until the car comes to a stop at her destination. She thanks the driver and slips out of the car.
Andy nearly trips up the stairs as she stumbles to the door. She raises her fist and pounds on the wood while her heart races in her chest.
Miranda is in the middle of editing The Book when a loud baning on her front door pulls her from her work. An annoyed sigh leaves her lips as she slams The Book closed and marches over to the front door and flings it open.
"What is the meaning of…" the words die in Miranda's throat as her eyes land on Andrea, who's standing on her stoop. She notices the slight sway of Andy's body as she stands there and the glassy look in her eyes. Miranda glares at the young woman before her while crossing her arms over her chest.
"What the hell are you doing here, Andrea," Miranda spits out. "And are you drunk?"
"Take me back," Andy mumbles stumbling forward towards Miranda. The older woman backs away slightly as Andy pushes past her into the foyer.
"Excuse me!"
"Take me back. I wanna be your assistant again, please." Andy slurs looking up at the older woman with puppy dog eyes.
"God you are so pathetic, aren't you? Coming to my home in the middle of the night, wasted and groveling," Miranda mutters looking Andy up and down with a scrutinizing eye. She notices that Andy's makeup is lightly smudged, her hair slightly disheveled. Miranda can't deny seeing her ex-assistant in this state is doing something to her.
So, before she can talk herself out of the ridiculous idea that popped into her mind and before Andy can even react, Miranda grabs the collar of her shirt with both hands and pulls the young woman close enough that she can smell the vodka on her breath.
"You want your job back so bad? Beg for it," Miranda whispers in Andy's ear before shoving her away, watching with a smirk as Andy stumbles back. She almost falls before catching herself, looking up at Miranda with a small pout.
"I don't hear anything. You must not want it that badly," Miranda comments with her signature condescending tone.
"Please, please Miranda, take me back," Andy whines as tears start to blur her vison. The sight of her ex-assistant pleading in front of her turns Miranda more than she'd like to admit, she can feel herself hardening under her suit pants.
"Mhmm, not good enough, Andrea," Miranda tuts while she looks at her nails as if bored and uninterested.
"No, please Miranda, please. I hate my job, my boss is an asshole, I never should have left. I just want you back, I just want my job back, please, please. I'll do anything," Andy rambles as she kneels on the ground before Miranda, her hands grabbing the soft fabric of Miranda's suit pants while tears run down her cheeks, ruining her makeup even more.
"Anything?" Miranda questions. Andy nods as she looks up with pleading eyes. There's a beat of silence before a loud smack echos of the foyer walls as Miranda backhands Andy, her head snapping to the right.
"That's for leaving me in Paris," Miranda snarls as she grabs Andy's chin and pulls her up from the ground before pushing her up against the wall. Miranda presses her forearm against Andy's collarbone, effectively keeping the girl pinned to the wall while her eyes watch as her cheeks turn a rosy red.
"I'm going to make sure you regret ever leaving me. Then we'll see if I want to even consider re-hiring you," Miranda whispers as she steps closer to Andy, placing more weight on her chest with her forearm as her knee slides between Andy's thighs.
Andy moans softly, bucking her hips against Miranda's leg. Miranda watches, her eyes darkening a tiny bit as Andy starts to dry hump her.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you, getting turned on by this," Miranda chimes as she pins Andy's hips to the wall with her free hand.
"I bet I could hit you till you're black and blue and you'd still beg me to touch you."
"Miranda, please," Andy whines softly
She watches with a smirk as Andy squirms under her touch, tears and mascara running down her cheeks. Miranda silently thanks whatever gods are out there that her twins are at their father's till Sunday.
"Let's go test my theory, puppy," Miranda whispers before pulling away from Andy and walking over to the stairs, waiting for Andy to follow her. Andy stumbles forward after Miranda just like a little puppy.
Andy has no idea what she's doing as she follows Miranda upstairs but she can't deny there's a heat in the pit of her stomach that needs to be put out. Plus, the alcohol flowing through her veins isn't helping her thought process or her decision making.
Once they make it to the bedroom Andy notices Miranda staring at her as if she wants to devour her whole. She can feel her cheeks heat up as she looks away from the older woman.
"Awww, is my little puppy feeling shy," Miranda teases as she stalks forward, roughly grabbing Andy's chin, pressing hard enough to bruise her pale skin. Andy whines softly as Miranda tightens her grip on her jaw. When she opens her mouth Miranda smirks like a Cheshire cat before spitting into Andy's mouth. Andy's eyes widen as Miranda's saliva sits on her tongue.
"Now swallow, puppy," Miranda commands, glaring down at Andy's deep brown eyes. Andy feels the warm liquid slide down her throat and she can feel herself soak through her panties.
Miranda grins as Andrea's pupils dilate until there's barely any brown left. She releases her grip on Andrea's chin and walks over to her king size bed.
"Strip, now, puppy," Miranda demands while she sits on the bed staring at Andy like a wolf staring down a lone deer. Andy stands in the middle of the room for a second just staring at Miranda before she quickly starts to throw off her clothes.
"Stop." Her cold command makes Andy freeze in the middle of ripping off her shirt. "Go slow, I want a show, Andrea." Andy nods and starts to slowly shed the rest of her clothes.
Miranda's eyes never leave Andy's body as more and more of her beautiful, smooth, pale skin is revealed. Miranda can't wait to mark her.
"Get on the bed, on all fours," Miranda commands as she stands up from the bed. Andy walks over, her legs still a bit wobbly from the alcohol. Once Andy gets settled on the bed, Miranda kneels behind her, dragging her hands along Andy's sides, down to the back of her thighs.
"God, you're such a dirty little whore, aren't you? You're dripping down your thighs and I haven't even touched you," Miranda taunts, then runs her fingers through Andy's soaked folds. When Miranda pulls her hand away, her fingers are coated in Andy's slick essence. Andy whines at the loss of touch and falls forward into the pillows, inadvertently giving Miranda an even better view of her ass.
"I'm going to make sure you remember this night everytime you go to sit down." Andy doesn't even have time to process Miranda's words before a loud smack fills the room and a sharp sting blooms on Andy's right cheek. The pain slowly melts into pleasure causing a small moan to slip from Andy's lips. She barely has a second to breathe before Miranda lands another hit on the opposite side pulling another moan from her throat.
"Such a little pain slut," Miranda whispers as she rubs her hands along Andy's warm, reddening skin. Andy lets out a soft whine and goes to close her legs, trying to get some friction to her aching clit.
"Ah, ah, ah, now I didn't say you could do that, puppy. Keep those legs open, don't even think of closing them," Miranda growls as she forces Andy's legs back apart before landing a harsh slap to her aching sex. "Do that again and you won't like what happens next."
"Mmm, pleaseee," Andy moans out, turning her head so she can she Miranda behind her. There's a fire in Miranda's eyes that scares Andy but also turns her on more than she'd like to admit.
"You'll take what I give and like it, puppy," Miranda utters before landing two more slaps on her ass in quick succession. The sharp sting quickly melts into pleasure as Andy grips the Egyptian cotton sheets in a white knuckle grip.
"Fuckkkk," Andy moans out, more tears running down her face, her mascara staining the white pillows.
"You like that, slut?" Miranda growls while spanking Andy again. "You like knowing my handprint is going to be bruised on you ass for days?" she whispers, each word punctuated by a quick and hard smack to Andy's ass. Andy lets out a string of loud, throaty moans as Miranda starts to kneed her red, warm, skin giving Andy a slight reprive from her harsh strikes.
Andy whines softly, her brain so foggy she forgets Miranda's previous warning and tries to close her legs again. Miranda notices instantly and corrects Andy's mistake with a swift slap to her cunt.
"I told you to keep your legs open, didn't I, Andrea?" Miranda growls.
"Y… yes," Andy sobs, looking over her shoulder at Miranda's stern expression.
"Oh, so you do know how to listen, too bad you don't know how to follow directions," Miranda mutters as she gets up and walks to her closet. Andy is left alone on the bed the cold air kissing the hot, raw skin. She doesn't dare move an inch, too scared of the punishment Miranda might give her if she did. A minute later Miranda returns to the bedroom with what seems to be a long metal rod.
"Wh… what's that for?" Andy mumbles, a hint of fear in her voice, thinking Miranda's going to hit her with it.
As if she could hear Andy's thoughts Miranda responds, her voice warm yet demeaning, "Silly puppy, I may love brusing your beautiful skin but this isn't for that. This is going to keep your pretty little legs spread for me since you obviously can't do it yourself. Now stay still for daddy."
Andy stays as still as a statue while Miranda fastens the leather straps around her ankles, making sure they are tight but not cutting off circulation. "Good, now you won't be able to hide this slutty pussy from me," Miranda states before landing another swift strike to Andy's soaked folds, causing Andy to cry out and squirm under her touch.
"Such a responsive little puppy," Miranda smirks devilishly as she hits Andy's aching sex again three more times in quick succession. Lighting bolts of pleasure surge through Andy's body, an obscene moan rips through her throat at the coil in the pit of her stomach getting tighter and tighter.
"Fuckkkk, daddy," Andy chokes out, her own hand reaching down to grab Miranda's wrist, trying to get some reprieve from the constant stream of stimulation. Before she can even register what's happening Andy is on her back staring up at a very angry looking Miranda.
"What did I tell you?" Miranda growls as she wraps a hand firmly around Andy's throat while her other hand pins her wrists above her head. When Andy doesn't answer right away Miranda slaps her across the face before placing her hand back around her throat.
"I won't ask again, Andrea,"
"Stay still… y… you told me to say still," Andy sobs out trembling as her body stays tetering on the edge of an orgasm.
"That's right, but apparently your dumb little puppy brain can't even do that," Miranda taunts. "So now daddy is going to tie you up all nice and tight so you have no choice but to obey."
Miranda's voice is sweet like honey in Andy's ear, causing a shiver to run down her back. Andy watches as Miranda takes her hand from her throat and reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a long hank of forest green silk rope. Miranda quickly binds Andy's hands together and secures the end of the rope to the headboard.
"Good, now you're not going anywhere," Miranda taunts as she leans down capturing Andy's lips in a rough kiss. A soft whine leaves Andy's throat as Miranda takes her lower lip between her teeth and bites hard. Andy swears she can taste blood as Miranda pulls away with a devilish smirk.
"You look good like this, helpless, all mine to do whatever I wish," Miranda whispers into Andy's ear as her teeth graze the sensitive skin of her earlobe. A high-pitched whine slips through Andy's lips and quickly turns into a desperate moan as Miranda slaps her sensitive cunt.
Miranda watches with a smug smile as a few stray tears slip down Andy's flushed cheeks. She leans forward, her rough tongue running along the soft skin. The salt is the first thing that hits her tongue as she licks away Andy's tears. Next is the grit of the smudged mascara, it doesn't taste like anything but it feels like fine sand on her tongue.
"You're so beautiful," Miranda mumbles as she pulls away for a second, admiring Andy in her ruined state, getting even more turned. After a second she leans down and starts to nip at Andy's neck, leaving red and purple marks in her wake. She makes her way down to Andy's breasts, wrapping her lips around a dusty pink nipple, her tongue circling around the hardening peak.
"Fuckkkk," Andy sobs out as Miranda teases her very sensitive breasts.
"Awww, do you like daddy playing with your pretty little tits?" Miranda murmurs as she pulls away, her hands now replacing her mouth, her condescending voice dripping off her tongue like warm honey. Andy nods frantically while biting her lip, trying to hold back her moans.
"Ah, ah, ah, puppy I want words," Miranda whispers, her voice turning harsher as she glares down at Andy. When she doesn't receive an answer right away, Miranda smacks Andy's chest before pinching and pulling on one of the small nubs, eliciting high-pitched whimper from the woman under her.
"Yes, yes, I like it, daddy," Andy chokes out as she squirms beneath Miranda.
"Good," Miranda whispers with a grin as she takes Andy's nipple back into her mouth. Andy's moans are like music to Miranda's ears. The more time Miranda spends focusing on Andy's perfect, supple, breasts the higher Andy's moans become.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck daddyyy," Andy cries out as her orgasm floods through her quickly and unexpectedly. Miranda pulls away a look of surprise on her face and smirks as she watches Andy arch off the bed in pure ecstasy.
"Did you just come, puppy? I haven't even touched you properly," Miranda asks grinning. Andy blushes and tries to hide her face in the crook of her arm.
"No, no, none of that, Andrea. Let me see that beautiful face," Miranda whispers, grabbing Andy's chin, guiding her to look up at her.
"Now, tell me, did daddy make you come?" Andy tries to look away but Miranda keeps a firm hold on her chin. Andy nods but when Miranda raises her eyebrow she responds in a soft whimper.
"Yes, yes, daddy."
"See, that wasn't too hard now, was it puppy?" Miranda murmurs, sliding her hand down between Andy's thighs.
"Aww this sluttly pussy just couldn't wait for me to touch her properly could she?" Miranda whispers as her fingers run through Andy's soaked folds drawing a whine from Andy as she tries to close her legs, the spreader bar effectively stopping her.
"Ah, ah, ah stop that," Miranda mutters smacking Andy's inner thigh. "It's not going to work anyway," she mumbles as she leans down and takes Andy's bottom lip between her teeth and biting down harshly, only letting go when a whimper escapes Andy's throat. Then Miranda moves on to nipping and kissing down Andy's body, loving how she squirms beneath her.
Miranda leaves bite marks along the inside of Andy's thighs inching closer and closer to where Andy wants her most. She takes a minute to just stare and admire Andy's red, swollen, and dripping folds and the dark patch of curls at the top. Miranda finally leans in and spreads Andy's pussy, watching as her clit pulses and her hole clenches around nothing.
"Such a pretty little pussy," Miranda murmurs before flattening her tongue and licking through Andy's drenched folds. The salty and slightly acidic taste that blooms on her tongue draws a deep moan from Miranda's chest. As Miranda keeps running tongue through Andy's folds, the young woman lets out a string of filthy moans.
"God, fuckkkk, daddy,"
Miranda starts to circle her clit with slow precise movements. She snakes her arms around Andy's thighs, digging her fingers into the soft flesh as she continues to eat her out.
"That's it puppy, let me hear you."
Andy lets out a guttural moan bucking her hips up into Miranda's face. Miranda quickly slaps the side of Andy's thigh before pinning her hips to the bed. As she continues, Andy's moans go from actual coherent words to just sounds. She falls into a comfortable headspace, as if her brain is wrapped in layers of soft blankets.
"Awww, is my puppy getting fucked dumb by my tongue?"
Andy nods as she lets out another high-pitched whimper. Miranda grins before whispering, "Just wait until daddy gives you his cock."
As Miranda keeps circling Andy's clit she moves her hand from its place on her thigh and starts to slowly drag her fingers around Andy's entrance but never sinking in. Frustrated by the teasing, Andy lets out a groan, trying to move her hips so Miranda's fingers go where she wants them. Miranda takes mercy on her and thrusts her fingers into Andy's warm walls until she's knuckle deep.
Andy lets out a strangled gasp, her back arching off the bed as Miranda stretches her out with her fingers. She tries to speak but words fail her. All that comes out of her mouth are loud desperate noises.
Andy can feel the coil in her stomach start to tighten as Miranda's fingers curl inside her at a brutal pace. Her moans get louder and louder until the coil in her core snaps and everything goes white. Miranda slows her thrusts, helping Andy come down from her high.
"That's it, puppy, breathe," she whispers softly as she starts to kiss up Andy's body before slipping her fingers out. She takes her fingers that are coated in Andy's release and brings them to Andy's mouth.
"Open." Andy instantly follows Miranda's command causing the older woman to smile.
"Good puppy, now suck," she whispers while shoving her fingers into Andy's mouth. Miranda watches as Andy eagerly wraps her lips around Miranda's slim fingers, sucking them as if they were Miranda's cock. Once she deems her fingers clean enough, Miranda pulls them out and wipes the saliva off on Andy's bare stomach.
"Such a good girl for daddy. I think you're ready for my cock," she comments as she starts undressing, first taking off her dress shirt and then her suit pants. She smiles as she watches Andy's eyes stay glued to her form, specifically to the tent in her black boxers.
"You like what you see, puppy?"
Andy nods as she finally tears her eyes away from Miranda's crotch and looks up at her icy blue eyes. Miranda leans down taking Andy's lips in another rough kiss. This time she slides her tongue into Andy's mouth, tasting Andy's essence on her tongue. When she pulls away, Andy's lips are swollen and her eyes are glassy.
Miranda can feel herself throbbing in her boxers and decides she has waited long enough. She quickly strips out of the rest of her clothes and situates herself comfortably between Andy's spread legs.
"You ready for me, puppy?"
"Mhmm."
"Good."
Miranda doesn't give Andy a second to react before she sinks all eight inches into her soaked, warm walls. Andy lets out a throaty moan as Miranda stretches her out.
"Fuckk, puppy, you're so fucking tight," Miranda growls as she starts to slowly thrust her hips while leaning down to kiss Andy's neck. Andy lets out a soft, pained whine as Miranda starts to move, the stretch almost being too much for her. Miranda notices and stops moving for a minute, letting Andy adjust to her size.
"Relax, puppy, it will feel better in a moment."
Andy lets out soft pants as she tries to get herself to relax. Miranda takes note of it and leans down, taking one of Andy's sensitive nubs into her mouth, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through Andy's body.
"I'm going to move now, puppy," she whispers as she starts to slowly start to thrust into Andy again, this time not being met with such resistance.
"That's it, good girl. You're taking me so well, puppy."
Miranda starts to bite and suck on Andy's neck as she start to thrust faster. When she pulls away to admire her handiwork, she moans at the sight of Andy's bruised skin.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful like this."
Even through her hazy headspace Andy blushes at Miranda's words and tries to hide her face in the crook of her arm. Miranda instantly grabs her jaw in an iron grip, forcing the younger woman to look up at her.
"I want your eyes on me, no hiding, puppy." Miranda can feel Andy's wall clench around her throbbing cock as she glares down at her. Then an idea pops into her head and a devilsh grin makes it's way to her lips. She quickly pulls out, earning a very frustrated whine from Andy.
"Oh, calm down, puppy. You'll get daddy's cock back in a second."
She makes sure to untie the end of the rope connecting Andy's bound hands to the headboard. Then using the spreader bar, Miranda drags Andy's body to the end of the bed. Once she's far enough down Miranda undoes the cuffs around Andy's ankles and places the spreader bar on the ground.
Next Miranda lifts Andy up into a kneeling position so she can see herself in the floor length mirror in the corner of the room. Miranda then kneels behind her, letting the younger woman rest her back against her front while keeping an arm around her waist to keep her stable.
"Look at yourself, puppy," she whispers guiding Andy to face the mirror.
Andy's breath hitches as her eyes meet her reflection. She looks at herself getting even wetter at the sight of her disheveled state. Her once perfect makeup is utterly ruined, mascara running down her cheeks and lipstick smudged. She looks down at the mess between her legs, her own release dripping down her thighs, making them glisten in the low lamp light. She lets out a needy groan and tries to look away but Miranda wraps her hand around her throat and squeezes lightly.
"Ah, ah, ah, no looking away. I'm going to fuck you, puppy, but here's the rule, you look away and I stop. You look away and I'll leave you dripping, begging to come. Understood?" Andy nods, looking at Miranda through the mirror. Miranda smiles before slamming her entire length into Andy. The new angle makes Andy see stars, she tries her best to keep her eyes locked on the mirror but it's proving more difficult by the second.
"God, look at yourself, puppy. Such a good whore for daddy. Clenching around me like a damn vice, fuckkk. I'm going to fill you up, breed you." Miranda mumbles as she starts to lose herself in the moment. Andy can feel herself grip Miranda hard at the mention of being bred, of being filled with Miranda's warm cum.
Miranda chuckles against Andy's neck when she feels Andy's walls tighten around her. "You like that idea, getting bred by daddy?"
Andy lets out a whine trying to get her brain to form actual words.
"Y…yes, please, daddy, fill me up," Andy chokes out, even more tears falling down her cheeks while she makes eye contact with Miranda's gorgeous eyes in the mirror.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, puppy." Miranda instantly picks up her pace, the tip of her dick hitting that spongy spot that has Andy seeing stars. The only sounds filling the room is the sound of their combined moans and the clapping of the back of Miranda's thighs hitting the raw skin of Andy's ass. Andy tries her best to keep her eyes on the reflection of their joined bodies but as she gets closer to her climax it becomes harder to keep her eyes from closing.
She focuses on the feral look in Miranda's eyes as she sinks in and out of her warm walls. A guttural moan rips through Andy's throat as Miranda bites down on her shoulder, causing Andy's orgasm to tear through her body, making her squirt onto the white sheets.
Miranda watches in awe as Andy's body tenses in her arms while her climax surges though her body and her release soaks the sheet. She clenches around Miranda so tight that she can barely thrust into her.
"Fuckkk, puppy. Daddy's fucking you so good you squirted didn't you?" she growls as she sloppily thrusts, chasing her own orgasm. "Fuck, you're going to make daddy come, puppy"
A few more thrusts and Miranda finally falls over the edge, filling Andy to the brim with her warm cum. Afterwards, Miranda nuzzles into Andy's neck as they both come down from their intense orgasms, leaving gentle open mouthed kisses on her flushed, warm skin.
Once Miranda gets her breathing under control, she grabs Andy's wrist and unties the silk rope. Next she pulls out, earning a soft whine from Andy.
"Shhh, puppy," she whispers as she guides Andy to lay down against the pillow. Once Andy is settled Miranda walks to the ensuite bathroom to get a damp washcloth to clean her up with. When she walks back into the bedroom Andy is curled up in the fetal position half asleep.
"Hey no sleeping, puppy, " Miranda says as she walks over and lightly slaps Andy's thigh to get her to wake up.
"Noooo, no more, please." Miranda pauses for a moment looking at her with a hint of concern as she curls up into a tight ball.
"Andrea calm down I'm just giving you aftercare," Miranda whispers while she runs her fingers through Andy's hair trying to get the younger woman to relax so she can clean her up properly.
"What's aftercare?" Miranda stills for a second and looks down at Andy very concerned.
"Please tell me you are joking, Andrea." Andy shakes her looking up at Miranda with soft, scared, doe eyes. Miranda sighs angrily, her blood boiling at the thought that Andy was never truly taken care of after sex.
"I'm sorry..I…I didn't mean to upset you." Andy mumbles, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Shhh, Andrea I'm not mad at you." Mrianda whispers as she caresses her cheek. "I'm mad at the people who didn't take care of you." Andy seems calm down a tiny bit, leaning into Miranda's soft touch.
"There you go, puppy. Now let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Andy nods and un-curls her body so Miranda can get between her legs.
An easy silence falls over the two woman as Miranda cleans their combined releases from between Andy's legs.
"You're being nice," Andy mumbles sleepily.
"I'm not being nice. Aftercare is a non-negotiable and anyone who doesn't give it doesn't deserve to have a partner," Miranda responds as she finishes up cleaning Andy's thighs and pussy. She than gets up putting the washcloth in the bathroom before walking downstairs to grab two ice packs.
When she comes back Andy has gotten back into the fetal position making Miranda roll her eyes.
"Puppy, I need you on your stomach." Andy whines but stretches out onto her stomach like Miranda asked.
"Good girl," she whispers, kissing her shoulder before placing the cold packs on her raw skin. Andy jolts at the sudden cold against her ass but then relaxes as it numbs the raw flesh. Miranda lays down beside her, her hand trailing up and down Andy's back.
"Are you gonna take me back?"
Miranda is silent for a second before responding, "No, I'm not Andrea."
Andy looks over at the older woman with a shocked and hurt look as she gets up and walks to the bathroom.
"B..but why? W..w..was I not good enough."
"Andrea, stop," Miranda commands as she walks back into the room, a small bottle of arnica gel in hand. She sits down behind Andy, removing the cold packs before gently working some of the gel into the skin.
"But, Miranda—"
"Andrea, nothing is going to change my mind. I want you to be mine but I can't have that if you are my employee," she explains as she continues to take care of her.
Andy's quiet for a moment before asking, "You want me to be yours?"
"Oh you've always been mine, puppy. You just didn't know it."
After putting the gel on the raw skin, Miranda gets up and washes her hands before climbing back into bed. She wraps an arm around Andy's waist pulling her closer. She takes a second to admire the sleepy brunette, kissing the top of her head as she traces random patterns along Andy's waist. Andy shifts to lay her head on Miranda's chest, wrapping her arms around the older woman akin to a sleepy teddy bear.
"That's it, puppy. Just rest, daddy's got you," she whispers as she watches Andy fall into a deep sleep following her a couple minutes later.