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“I appreciate you coming to this little one-on-one meeting, Y/n.”
“Of course, Aglaea.”
The golden-haired woman gazed at you with a soft smile- something almost akin to a smirk, if you knew better. She trailed a hand over the surface of the hot pool, the water rushing to brush against her fingers. You stood a few feet away, arms folded behind your back, awaiting instruction.
“The bathhouse certainly has wondrous private baths, doesn’t it?” Aglaea retrieved her hand, slowly approaching you. “Perfect for many occasions”
“Ah… correct.” Your mind was in the gutter. And she seemed to notice.
Aglaea’s emerald eyes twinkled with a slight of mischief, and she extended her pale fingertips to your cheeks, thumbs sliding along your face. “You truly are a beautiful girl, aren’t you? And willful as well. So much potential to be grand.”
You shivered underneath her touch, hardly registering her words. Aglaea was never this… touchy. It was absolutely mesmerizing. And jesus, you found yourself yearning for more, face unconsciously leaning into her hands.
“It’s truly a shame,” She started, with a light, seductive voice. “That you may never live up to that ‘potential’.”
It took a moment to process. The two seconds for your gaze to fall from her gorgeous features, to the golden threads that now binded your waist to the wall behind you. They were trailed up and down your body, restraining your wrists above your head, and pressing your thighs tightly against the wall.
A small breath escaped you. You looked to Aglaea, small hints of panic resounding in your body. “What-?”
“Hush, Y/n.” Aglaea came toward you, her smile now something more sinister- more knowing. “There are things you’d like to tell me, aren’t there? But if you don’t feel so inclined, I could always offer a push for motivation.”
What a tempting offer. Wait- no. You hadn’t done anything wrong. What is this? “What the hell is going on?”
“You betrayed my trust.” She said with a raise of her brows, reaching to stand in front of you- so close, you could reach out and touch her had you not been restrained. “Informing the travelers from afar of information I specifically entrusted to you? I believe some explanation may be in order.”
“No- Aglaea, that’s a misunderstanding.” You shook your head rapidly.
“Then make me understand.” Aglaea leaned her face toward yours, eyes boring into yours. As if a reflection of her intense emotion, you could feel the golden binds tighten against your flesh, almost vibrating as they did so. The feeling against your skin brought slights of pain, but also something akin to pleasure.
“I…” Not only did those feelings distract you, but so did the glowing woman before you- and the absolute loss of words that met your brain.
“I don’t hear a quick and easy response, Y/n. You’re hiding something, aren’t you?” Aglaea pressed, speaking right against your lips. Her hands didn’t even touch you, yet you could feel your legs trembling under her sight.
It didn’t matter if she was putting you under some sort of hypnotical mesmerization. You wanted her so, so bad.
“Perhaps you’re under-stimulated. Is more pain necessary to get you to speak?” Aglaea whispered closer to your ear, her breath fanning over your cheek.
“I wouldn’t mind.” Even in whatever kind of state she’s got you in right now, it didn’t stop you from being a smartass.
Aglaea hummed, closing her eyes. “Pathetic.”
The simple word cut you deep in such a delicious way. You inclined your face as close to her as you possibly could. “I’m up for different kinds of stimulation, if you’d prefer.”
“The audacity.” Her warm hand suddenly gripped around the front of your throat, pressing at your airway. You could tell she was feeling some sort of surprise at your words, and that seemed to almost loosen the threads against your skin. Of course, the only thing on your mind was the lack of air in your lungs.
“Gh-!” You gasped, limbs trembling.
“Is this good enough for you?” Aglaea snapped into your ear, her hand squeezing your neck. “You forget this is a bathhouse, not one for whores.”
“I don’t mind being your whore.” You chaffed back, forcing your lips into an upturn to piss her off as much as possible. If this worked, you could be set free.
And the line hit the mark. Utter shock fanned over Aglaea’s face, and you felt the threads thin- until they completely came undone, your body rushing straight into hers as the two of you fell back into the warm water behind you.
You landed sitting atop her lap, and after a moment passed to catch your bearings, you quickly gripped into her shoulders, pressing her back against the wall of the hot tub.
“You’re truly gonna live up to what you said, aren’t you?” Aglaea didn’t even struggle beneath you. In fact, after the initial irritation passed, you could almost see amusement in her gaze.
“Were you worried I wouldn’t?” You couldn’t even resist. She looked so hot- her wet and disheveled blond hair clinging to her neck, her white dress hugging her curves and almost turning see-through. You didn’t even give her a chance to respond before harshly pressing your lips to hers, hands tightening against her shoulders.
She moaned into your mouth and held the back of your neck, groaning as you began to press kisses down from her lips to hers collarbone.
As you became focused on lapping your tongue at her soft skin, you could distantly feel her hand shift from the back of your neck to the back of your hair- scratching soothingly at your scalp. You whimpered as her free hand cupped your breast.
As much as you didn’t want to resist, you paused your movements and gripped at her wrist, eliciting a yelp. “Don’t try and take charge.”
A flirtatious smile shaped itself on her lips. “Of course, Y/n.” The smile practically screamed she’d take control later no matter what.
As a form of punishment, you reached your hands underneath the warm water and began to finger at her pussy.
A gasp contorted her features, as her hips bucked into your fingers- hands clutching at the back of your head. You took the opportunity to press your head into the nook beneath her head, trailing your index finger along her folds as your free hand trailed its way underneath her dress, reaching her bra.
Aglaea guided your face down to sit between her breasts, her legs wrapping around your torso as soft whimpers and praises left her red lips. You let your other hand slip under her bra and wrap around her breast, thumb gently stroking her nipple.
That seemed to get her going. She moaned at the pleasure that was so clearly coursing through her body at all the stimulation, and you became so determined to send her over the edge. You thrusted two fingers inside of her, eliciting a pleased cry as she desperately humped your hand, splashes echoing in the room at her body’s movements. You let your thumb circle her clit roughly, the warm water somewhat restricting how fast you could make your movements. You continuously squeezed her breast, relishing in the needy noises that escaped her mouth. “Y/n- mhh.. please-“
She came quickly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her pussy clenched around your fingers- thighs pressing against your wrist. She moaned deeply, and the sound itself was almost enough to send you over the edge too. She looked so angelic in her orgasm- completely coming undone before you, a pleasing difference compared to her always getting the upper hand over you.
Once Aglaea came down from her peak, she gazed at you with slender eyes and blushing cheeks. “My, you’re good at that.”
“I’ve had practice.” You couldn’t help but brag. “I don’t suppose you’d like another rou-“
As if she’d been saving all her strength for this moment, Aglaea stood up in the pool and effectively pushed you off of her- water dripping down her sopping dress.
“Wh-?” You didn’t have time to protest before Aglaea reached her arms out, and pressed you against the wall at the other end of the pool. She nudged your legs apart with your knee before straddling your thighs, both hands on gripping your waist.
“I believe your turn is over, my dear.” She wore a proud smile, as her hands began to gently climb up your waist to either side of your neck.
“Fuck…” You exhaled, both with disappointment and pleasure. It had been such an emotional and physical relief, seeing Aglaea in such a submissive way- but here she’s gone again, getting the upper hand.
And though it frustrated you, it felt so damn good.
“You know something, Y/n?” Her soft, wet hands stroked up and down your neck. “I think you look better when you’re tied up.”
As if on clue, the golden threads reappeared- this time spreading you open before her, and fastening your arms to the wall. You were completely immobile.
“Much better.” Aglaea smiled so calmly, you could almost forget how she was mewling and begging for more just seconds prior. Her hands wandered all around your body- your forearm, your collarbone, your breasts- you moaned and squirmed slightly- as much as you could, at least, while being restrained.
“Be a good girl for me.” Aglaea’s hand trailed downward, knuckles gently rubbing against your clothed heat.
“Mm- fuck… Aglaea, please..” You pleaded, your pussy already clenching against nothing.
“Patience, darling.” One finger slipped under your underwear, softly rubbing at your clit. A moan escaped you as pleasure rose in your body.
This time, your noises seemed to amplify the vibration of the threads against your skin. A whimper escaped you at the relentless teasing of her finger, and the threads keeping your thighs parted quivered against your sensitive flesh.
“Mmmmnhh…” You leaned your head back, legs trembling against the feeling. It only started up again- the threads that wrapped around your waist and your wrists twitching.
“Having some trouble, darling?” Aglaea continued to fingerfuck you, but of course she wouldn’t do so without making things harder for you. You felt the extension of a thick thread wrap around your breasts- tightening and sending a wave of pleasure through you.
“Aglaea- please!” The combination of the frequent squeezing at your nipples and her long, slender fingers swirling inside you made you feel so weak. And as if it couldn’t get better, the threads began to extend downward.
“I’ll take a short break, my love- my hand is getting tired.” Her fingers slipped out of you, and you felt momentary dissapointment.
But then, the thick, soft threads began to trail down your ribs and down your pussy, leaving tingles where it brushed against your folds and kept your entire body still. They began to vibrate, feeling as if a million fingers were softly stroking at your skin, everywhere on your body.
“God-!” You exclaimed as pleasure burned every inch of your skin, amplified with the warm water that you were seated in. You couldn’t even squirm against all the stimulation- you were kept forcibly still under the confinements of the strong threads, as they relentlessly pressed into and brushed against your skin, constantly torturing you with frequent moans and a gradual elevation into a full body orgasm.
And Aglaea watched you the entire time. Her smirk made you felt so weak, so helpless- you couldn’t help but call out and moan her name as her threads toyed with your body. You could almost swear you saw her hand under the ripples of the water, stroking at her own heat at the sight of you. And then, all of your feelings crashed down onto you, as if a giant wave. You moaned deeply as your thighs spasmed, the most intense pleasure you ever felt electrifying your bones and the nerves on your skin.
You had clearly had enough, Aglaea knew, so she released your body and waded forward in the water- pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Now then…” she began, her voice somewhat unstable. “…What, exactly had I brought you here to tell me again?”