Her birthday had come and gone, and now she was nursing a hangover. Indy had spent the day at a spa, of all places in Alaska to go. She’d been scrubbed, massaged, moisturized, and waxed within an inch of her life. And what exactly was she doing this for anyway? What was the procedure here? It wasn’t like she was the one cashing in her v-card. He should have been the one getting ready. She stalked her way through Anchorage, shopping bag in hand. She’d ducked into the first lingerie shop she found and spent her last month’s pay on a pure silk kimono. She didn’t even bother try it on. It would have the desired effect.
Indy could picture it, Koi slipping into her room; she would be on the bed, wearing nothing underneath the kimono. Maybe she would be gentle. Maybe she wouldn’t. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Dinner in the slave quarters would be over soon. And she had asked him to come up after that. She had about 15 minutes to get ready.
Fifteen minutes passed, and she was sprawled out on her bed, wearing nothing but the kimono. He still wasn’t there. If there was anything Indy hated more than slaves that talked back, it was slaves who were late.
There was a knock on the door. Indy raised an eyebrow at the sound. Knocking? She half-expected him to just throw open the door.
“Come in!” She said, shouting. The door opened, ever so slowly and Koi poked his head in the opening. Indy rose from the bed, and moved towards him, looking like a lion stalking its prey. It was fitting, that’s how she felt. And she liked it.
“You made it. I was worried you wouldn’t, and I’d be very, very upset.”
“And we can’t have that now can we?” He said, almost whispering.
“No.” She said, sliding up in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, and she cut him off, kissing him deeply. He groaned against her mouth, his hands sliding around her back and moving south. He groaned a little more when his hands reached the bare skin underneath the kimono. With a grunt, he let go of her, and stepped back, turning away.
“I… I can’t do this.” He spat, not looking at a slightly amused Indy.
She didn’t even blink. Instead, she untied the sash holding the robe together, and let it hang open. “Turn around.” When he shook his head, she repeated herself.
“Turn around now.” Her voice had a little more power behind it, a little more urgency.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t lord it over me, push me around like the other slaves, and use me for your own sick, twisted games and pleasures.”
“I can, and I will. And you’ll like it.” She said, growling. “Now, would you kindly turn around please?”
A small smile formed on her lips when he turned on his heel, and looked at her. The man gulped. Indy could see his Adam’s apple bob violently in his throat. He was nervous, she thought, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Now, what were you saying about me pushing you around?” She would have said more, only he came at her, grabbing her roughly, and kissing her with the same force he was using on her body. Let the games begin.
Indy rolled over in her bed, finding nothing but cold, empty sheets beside her. Oh well. No skin off her back, scratch that, her backside was wonderfully scratched and bruised. She could feel every injury twinge as she slunk out of bed and into the bathroom. She confirmed the state of her skin in the mirror. Mottled with bruises and bite marks, her skin looked a little like a French Impressionist painting. So of course she had to take a picture of it.
Once that was taken care of, it was shower time. She needed to wash the fine film of his and hers sweat off. She was starting to smell funny. She yawned a little, picking the crusties out of her eyes, and stepping into the tub. She stepped on something soft and wet and solid, and lost her footing, slipping and hitting her head on the wall behind her. The stars she saw before her eyes were thick, and she had to blink and wipe her eyes several times to get them to clear.
When her vision finally cleared, she was waist deep in cold bathwater, and staring at a very naked and very wet Koi. And the gills slowly dissolving into his skin.
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