Kira: Match Made In Heaven

The next morning, the first thing I noticed when I woke up was the feel of the morning sun on my cheeks. The curtain was slightly parted, allowing the sun to filter through, and a sliver of it fell on my face. I gave a sigh of frustration as, without even opening my eyes, I shifted in my king-sized bed, punching my pillow angrily to get it into better shape.

However, as I shifted, I suddenly went still. Something wasn't right. I could feel eyes on me. I slowly raised my head and opened one of my eyes as I looked at the corner of my hotel room where a chair stood. The second I saw the human figure nestled there, I jumped off the bed at once.

"What the fuck!" I gasped in horror as my hands slapped protectively over my naked breasts. I loved to sleep without clothing because I hated how restrictive they made me feel. I loved to sleep with abandon and without care in the world. Being a light sleeper, this helped me a lot in getting some much-needed sleep.

As I sat up though and peered into the corner, the figure slowly became familiar. as I recognized who it was, I my fingers bunched into a fist.

"Holy shit…" I said angrily as I laid back down on the bed, slapping my forehead in frustration. "What kind of sick fuck lurks around watching naked women sleep? Are you a fucking pervert?"

The person said nothing, remaining seated in the chair and staring back at me. I stared right back, keeping my face resolute and without expression.

"Are you seriously going to give me the silent treatment?"

"Why not?"

"Come on…" with a sigh, I pushed off the bed and grabbed my robe, wrapping myself up in its satin embrace as I turned to my visitor. "This can't be about the kiss, can it?"

"If not the kiss, then what the fuck would it be about?" My visitor snapped. As if realizing what they had done, they bunched their hands into fists, struggling to control their temper. "The entire world saw you kiss Jace, Kira. And from what I saw, you looked like you enjoyed it. Now, I know you're a liar, but I never expected you to lie to me."

I stopped then, pinching the bridge of my nose as I looked back at my guest, "Did you just raise your voice at me?"

"Uhm…"

"I asked a fucking question!" I snapped.

The visitor folded their arms across their chest, staring at me defiantly, "So? What do you expect from me? After what you did last night. I don't even know why I'm here to begin with. I should even-"

I raised my hands, and at once, silence fell over the hotel room. The guest looked like they wanted to say more, but then kept quiet with great reluctance. The urge to speak was so strong that it caused them to tremble, but they didn't say another word. Earning a nod of approval from me as I slowly lowered myself into the bed as I looked at them, my expression still bland and empty. I couldn't allow them see even for a second what I was thinking.

"Stand up," I ordered. "And don't you dare make me repeat myself."

Slowly, the visitor stood up, and in the shadows, I saw the feminine figure materialize. Standing against the light, I could make out her curves and her beautiful shape. The sunlight filtered through her hair, making them appear golden. She stepped further into the light and stopped before me.

"Hello Lena," I muttered, but she said nothing, prompting me to also keep quiet. For a few minutes, we played the silent game. She pointedly looked away, choosing to look at everything else except me. When I got fed up, I slapped my thigh in anger, "Come on, don't make me ask you."

That was all I needed to do and I watched as her resolve slowly melted away and she came to meet me in the bed. She sat on my lap and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me closer to herself.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded.

Her eyes widened in shock, "but…"

"Since you came here, you've been very naughty. You watched me sleep naked, I'm sure you enjoyed that a lot even though you claim to be mad at me. You've raised your voice at me girl, that's disrespectful, don't you think? Besides, I should also include how you spent the whole of last night burning my phone up with your damn calls! You've been very naughty, Lena."

"You understand why I was mad, right?" She pleaded, her eyes were wide and shiny as they stared at me. "You never told me you would kiss Jace, and… I guess it just set me off."

"Well, now you have to pay for it, don't you think? You don't get to disrespect me and come sit on my lap, do you?"

She looked downcast as she slowly pulled her arm off my neck, "you're right. I deserve to be punished."

"Get on the bed," I told her.

She got off my lap meekly and walked a few steps away. Then, she began to tug at the zippers of the gown she was wearing. I watched as she pulled it down and once the dress became loose on her body, it fell off her like old skin. She was stark naked underneath. At once, I felt the heat begin to gather between my legs as a surge of arousal hit me.

"You've been walking around naked?" I asked, my voice thicker than I would have liked it to be.

Her fingers entwined, she stood uncertainly, her full perky breasts staring at me, jiggling softly as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her flat stomach was slowly rising and falling and I could feel the anticipation and want that she was holding in.

"I've been a naughty girl," she confessed. "Are you going to punish me?"

"Get on the fucking bed!"

She walked to the bed, looking sexy as hell and she climbed on top. She didn't lie down though, she stayed on all fours. Her head was pressed against the pillows while her buttocks shot out. She was ready for some spanking.

This was the part of my life I was yet to reveal to Casey, my best friend. We had been friends for so long, but I had never been able to tell her that I was attracted to women. I knew she would be understanding and she would never hold it against me. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that once I made the confession, things would change between us. And such a change was something I just wasn't ready for yet. So, I kept it from her and everyone else I loved.

Now, I walked away from the bed and made my way to the closet. When I opened it, there was a box there, one I was always careful to keep hidden from Casey because she was the only one who could come into my room freely. That's besides Lena. I opened the box and it revealed several tools for BDSM. I felt a thrill go through me in anticipation of what was about to happen.

I picked out the whip and snapped it so it made a cracking sound in the air. Behind me, Lena gave an involuntary moan.

I chuckled at the sound, "You've gotta relax, you know? Don't get ahead of yourself."

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I guess I can't help being naughty."

"Naughty is an understatement," I told her. "I already warned you never to interfere with how I run my marriage with Jace. You're not allowed to get jealous, you're not allowed to feel anything, regardless of what Jace and I end up doing for the sake of the press." I cracked the whip once more, causing a jolt of anticipation to make her tremble.

"I'm not gonna tie you up, but your palms must never leave the bed, or you'd be in even worse trouble," I told her. "Am I clear?"

"Yes," her voice trembled as she spoke.

I smiled mischievously as I finally raised the whip.

Lena and I weren't just lovers, we had discovered parts of ourselves we had no idea existed until we started exploring them with each other. Now, we weren't just two women who loved each other. We were way more than that.

I was her dominatrix. And she was my submissive.

We were a match made in heaven.