Chapter Thirteen - insight
Pasha climbs off of her bed naked, her strapped on dildo glistening with wetness in the glow of the moonlight that flows through the window. She takes a step back from the bed, and simply stands there motionless seemingly staring into nothingness, her breasts rising and falling with deepness of her breathing.
The young woman stays still, vacantly staring at her bed where a naked dusty brown haired girl was bound spread eagle to the mattress with thick leather ties on both wrists and ankles. The petite girl’s whole body was sweat streaked, her shaven pussy was glistening bright red from use and silver with her juices, her breathing was labored and deep.
The girl on the bed was looking over at the standing young woman that was Pasha, who was just still was motionless, not even removing the harness that still jutted out the dildo in front of her.
" Mistress Pasha..." The girl said, her voice wavering. " Am I not pleasing you tonight?"
Pasha’s eyes now flickered a little in the low light, conveyed that she had heard the girl, her mind was back to the room.
" You have pleased me, Ashley..." The woman said, looking at the girl with almost a spacey glaze in her eyes.
" Then what is wrong with you, Mistress?" The girl inquired, her breathing still labored.
Pasha sighed deep and shook her head slightly, then moved over to the bed. Somberly, the young woman undid the leather shackles on the naked form with quick flicks of her wrists, without answering the girl.
Ashley watched with her moth agape, a look of total surprise was on her cherub face as she was released from her binds.
" You just sleep for now, I will return." Pasha said, giving a very soft kiss to the girl’s forehead.
Ashley looked at the young woman with a very shocked face, as if this soft side was not in Pasha’s character... which it wasn’t She watched as her employer turned, after taking off the harness she wore and dropping it to the floor with a clatter. She sighed and took a long glance over at Ashley sitting up on the bed.
The tall dark haired lass turned and simply walked out of the room, not even bothering to grab any clothes to cover herself with. Ashley just stayed on the bed, watching Pasha leave the room.. Not understanding what was going on with the legged girl, she simply curled up on the bed, as ordered to and layed there for the time.
Pasha wandered through her stillness shrouded house, heading down stairs in the darkness of the large mansion. She seemed to be miles away in her head as she did, seemingly content to wandering aimlessly in the expanse of her home.
At the very back of the house, she arrived in the large kitchen area. She filled up a kettle with water, and then setting it on the burner closest to her.. She turned on the burner and then took a seat on a stool at a work station island in the center of the room, facing the stove. She sat, opting just to put on a single light that was on the stove cover, thinking deeply while waiting for the kettle to boil.
A older middle aged woman came in to the kitchen in a floor length nightgown, and looked at the naked girl sitting there. She did not seemed bothered by the girl sitting there in her birthday suit, but she still giver a look of wondering why the girl was even in here at all.
The woman took a few steps towards the seemingly oblivious girl that sat in the dim of the room.
" Mistress Pasha..." Said the lady after a few seconds of contemplations. " What are you doing in here so late, without calling for me or the cook?"
Pasha looked over with a dazed look, being taken out of her thoughts. She quickly turned away and grabbed a teacup from the cupboard.
" Just wanted to make myself a cup of tea, Miss Edwards." She replied flatly. " I think I can handle that on my own."
The lady moved over to the girl and looked at Pasha.
" You seemed to be very preoccupied..." She commented. " It is not like you to be down here at this hour."
" Guess I am sort of preoccupied. " She said, her voice holding a tightness in each syllable.
" What is it then?" The lady said directly.
Pasha looked at the older lady. The woman had been with her family for many years, and had often been her only confidant over the years. Pasha knew that she would not be able to talk her way out of this any time soon.
" I guess I am not myself tonight... That’s all" She said, her voice was softer than usual. " I am just feeling a little... different
The lady checked the kettle for Pasha, then turned back to the girl.
" Is your new maid not... measuring up?" She asked, obviously knowing the goings on in the house.
" Ashley is great..." She said smugly, yet with a sigh. " That is not it at all the problem, Miss Edwards..."
" Then what is the problem?" The woman pushed.
" I don’t know really...." Pasha mumbled back, looking at her housewoman.
Miss Edwards looked at the girl, her eyes tracing over the smooth features that the young woman had. She snuffed and give a grin of a lightbulb going off in her head..
" Would this be about a girl?" She said, after a few moments of thought.
Pasha looked right into the woman’s face with shock of the guess, and her head nodded a little. The lady smiled and sat down on another stool.
" You are sweet on a girl aren’t you..." She smiled with a knowing smirk. " Your wanting more than just your playing."
" I find myself unable to get this girl out of my head." She spat loudly, her normal cocky tone she usually had was now gone. " I don’t know what is wrong with me."
The older woman stared at Pasha, watching her hang her head, as if to be trying to convey what she was feeling nonverbally. Miss Edwards leaned over and took the beautiful girl’s hands into hers.
" I knew you would get to this point at some time... wanting for way more out of relationships other than sex. " She said, wisely.
" I enjoy those ‘relationships’ just fine..." Said the girl curtly. " I seem to be dwelling on this girl far too long.."
" Perhaps your subconscious is wanting more now than just your striving for sexual exploits... I can see that in your face." Said the woman right back. " You are seeing yourself at the end of this road your on, and wanting more."
Pasha opened her mouth to respond with a deluge of words, but none of those words made it out. She just shook her head but her eyes locked on to the woman. She snuffed with annoyance, and made herself look away. Miss Edwards was putting two and two together in her mind.
" Would it be that girl... that pretty girl that is staying with the Regan’s?" Said the woman slowly.
Pasha’s eyes flashed back to the woman, her face trying so hard not to have any emotion showing on it. She was simply going to scoff at the notion and rebuke the woman’s far fetched analyzing, but even those words were getting caught in her throat. Her breathing now heaving her breasts in the coolness of the room, she seemed to be battling herself in her mind.
Miss Edwards smiled sweetly, holding her gaze with the girl’s.
" I see that is the one..." She said.
Pasha shook her head defiantly, putting her hand up to accent her.
" She told me that it was too soon, that she had just came out of a relationship..." She started. " I stopped out of weakness!"
" You are meaning that she stopped your advances when you made a move... and you went with it?" Said the lady, knowingly. " That is a good thing you did for this girl."
" Yeah... she even thought she was the one to blame and apologized for it." Pasha said, the admission flowing out of her mouth before she could even stop it. " I was the one who made the first move..."
" You mean that she had respect for you, rather than fighting it?" Miss Edwards said with a curious lilt in her voice. " It hit your right in the heart that this girl was looking out for you, respecting you in a way that others never have...."
Pasha stood up and walked a ways away, not even venturing to make a glance at the housewoman.
" I find myself thinking about her in the most inappropriate times..." She said over one shoulder, her bare back to the woman. " I want to be with her... to hear her musical voice, to see the twinkling in her eyes... just to be able to hold her." She snuffed. " That is not it.. Its..." She commented, but it trailed off before she had a chance to finish it.
The woman give a low chuckle and walked over to where Pasha stood. She put a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder and rubbed the smooth skin.
" She has touched a part of you, that you never even thought you had still... Your heart" She started slowly. " Why don’t you run with that...let this girl in. Change is inevitable in life."
The girl was silent for a moment, staring off into space. She then whirled around to look at Miss Edwards, her eyes were wild and stern.
" No. I won’t let it..." She said. " I am just letting kindness make me weak all of a sudden."
The girl raced away, exiting the kitchen as the kettle began to whistle with a shrill blast. The woman looked at the door that the girl had stormed out of and shook her head.
" She is not excepting that she is beginning to fall in love... I don’t even thinks she knows that for sure." She said to the empty room. She looked at the kettle and took it off the burner as it continued to whistle shrilly. " Might as well not let this water for tea to go to waste."
Pasha marched herself through the house, heading straight up to her room on the highest part of the house. She seemed to have a determination in her eyes, as she raced up the stairs two at a time. It was like she was on a mission
She found the young maid named Ashley was still on the bed, curled up in a naked ball in the very centre of the large bed. Pasha put a firm face on and slipped back on her dildo harness again, her riveted eyes never leaving the sleeping form.
She climbed on the bed, pushed the sleeping form on to her back and roughly pulled the sleek legs apart. Ashley woke up, seeming scared at the suddenness of the girl’s action but seemed to get a hold of herself just as quickly, knowing not to question the girl too much.
" You are wanting to be pleased more, Mistress?" She whispered., seeing Pasha’s eyes staring at her with an intensity from her soul.
The Young maid’s next question was cut off by the sharpness of her own screams, as Pasha roughly slammed the ten inch dildo deep into the girl’s still reddened clit with one sharp movement of her hips. Pasha never slowed herself once, as she leaned her entire body into ever single hump she.
Like somebody possessed, the wild eyed mistress of the house began slamming the sex toy harder and harder into the smaller girl, her hips jackhammering Ashley’s pussy like if there was no tomorrow, ignoring the small drops of blood coming out all around the dildo from the girl. The girl just silently took the onslaught, as the girl pounded her relentlessly
Pasha smiled devilishly, as she began to hear the gasping cries of the girl. She did not even let herself look at the girl anymore, as the screams of Ashley’s were ones of pain, pounding and grinding the into whimpering submission. Her thoughts were now gone.