Day 13 - Choking/Dirty Talk/Edging - Top Andrea
The Parisian skyline glittered through the wide windows of the luxury hotel suite, the city's lights casting a soft glow over the room. The noise and chaos of Paris Fashion Week felt a million miles away in this quiet, intimate space. The extravagant suite was meticulously decorated, of course, a reflection of the high standards Miranda Priestly held for everything in her life. Even at the end of a long day of runway shows, her control remained flawless.
But tonight, that control was slipping. And Andrea Sachs was the reason why.
Andrea stood by the bed, watching Miranda as she sat perched on the edge of the mattress, her back straight, every movement calculated. Even in the soft, silk robe she had slipped into for the evening, Miranda looked every bit the powerful woman she was known to be. But there was something else in her eyes tonight—something Andrea had learned to recognize over the years they had been together.
Miranda might have been The Miranda Priestly during the day, but tonight? Tonight, Andrea was going to be the one in charge.
Andrea had spent all week watching Miranda keep everything running smoothly during Fashion Week, as always, dictating the pace of the shows, controlling every detail with her sharp, cutting precision. But she knew, underneath it all, Miranda craved something else, something only she could give her. And Andrea was more than happy to oblige.
"I can see it, you know," Andrea murmured, her voice soft but confident as she slowly approached the bed, her eyes never leaving Miranda's. "That look in your eyes. The one that tells me you're desperate for something different tonight."
Miranda raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a familiar smirk as she crossed her legs. "Desperate, Andrea?" she replied, her voice still as sharp and commanding as ever. "I don't do desperation."
Andrea's lips twitched into a grin. Miranda might talk a good game, but Andrea knew better. She could see the tension in her shoulders, the slight tremor in her fingers when she thought no one was looking. The stress of the week had been building up, and Andrea could feel that need simmering just beneath Miranda's perfect exterior.
"Oh, I think you do," Andrea countered, her tone playful but firm as she stepped closer. "Maybe not with anyone else. But with me? You don't need to keep pretending."
Miranda's eyes flickered, just for a moment, a crack in her armor. Andrea knew exactly how to push her buttons, exactly where to prod to make that façade come tumbling down.
"Take your robe off," Andrea commanded, her voice dropping a little lower, the edge of dominance clear in her words. "Now."
Miranda's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't argue. Not tonight. With a deliberate, measured movement, she undid the tie of her silk robe and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing the lacy black lingerie she'd been wearing underneath. Even now, even as she was about to give up her control, she still looked effortlessly elegant. And damn if that didn't make Andrea's pulse quicken.
Andrea's gaze swept over Miranda's body, her heart racing as she felt that familiar surge of power. She loved watching Miranda like this—vulnerable, on the verge of giving in, but still holding onto that last bit of resistance.
"Good girl," Andrea murmured, her voice soft and teasing as she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently trail her fingers over Miranda's exposed collarbone. "You're going to let me take care of you tonight. And you're not going to fight me."
Miranda's lips twitched in response, her pride still in play. "We'll see about that," she muttered, her voice carrying just enough bite to remind Andrea who she was dealing with.
But Andrea wasn't fazed. She loved this little game they played—the push and pull, the power dynamics constantly shifting between them. It made it all the more satisfying when Miranda finally gave in.
Andrea's hand moved to Miranda's neck, her fingers gently wrapping around her throat as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Miranda's ear. "You're not in control tonight," she whispered, her voice a soft growl. "I am."
Miranda's breath hitched ever so slightly, her body tensing under Andrea's grip. Andrea could feel the pulse quicken beneath her fingers, the tension radiating off Miranda's body. This was exactly what she craved. To have someone take away the control she held so tightly onto during the day. And Andrea was more than willing to oblige.
"I want to hear you say it," Andrea demanded, her grip tightening just a fraction around Miranda's throat. "Say you're mine tonight."
Miranda's eyes darkened, a flicker of defiance flashing across her face. But Andrea wasn't going to let her slip away so easily.
"You can't just…" Miranda started, but her voice trailed off as Andrea's thumb pressed lightly against her throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of who was in charge.
"Say it," Andrea commanded again, her voice firmer this time, her gaze locked on Miranda's.
For a moment, Miranda hesitated, her pride warring with the undeniable need simmering beneath the surface. But then, finally, she relented. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with a quiet surrender.
A smile tugged at the corners of Andrea's lips. "Good girl."
Without another word, Andrea pushed Miranda back onto the bed, her body pressed against the mattress as she hovered over her, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Miranda's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling as Andrea leaned down, her lips trailing along her neck, tasting the skin beneath her fingertips.
"Do you trust me?" Andrea whispered, her breath hot against Miranda's skin.
Miranda swallowed, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Good," Andrea murmured, her hand still resting around Miranda's throat, not applying pressure, but enough to make her feel that presence, that control. "Because I'm going to make you beg tonight."
Andrea's lips moved lower, her teeth grazing Miranda's collarbone as she slowly began to undress her, piece by piece, leaving her bare beneath her. Miranda's body was already trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Andrea's hands roamed over her skin, teasing and torturing her with soft, deliberate touches.
Andrea took her time, savoring every moment of this slow, methodical process of taking Miranda's control away. Every time Miranda tried to regain some of that composure, Andrea would remind her who was in charge—with a sharp nip to her skin, or a gentle squeeze of her throat, or a quiet command that left no room for argument.
"You want to come, don't you?" Andrea asked softly, her hand slipping between Miranda's thighs, her fingers just barely brushing against her slick heat. "But you're not going to, not yet. Not until I say so."
Miranda's body tensed, her hips instinctively pushing up toward Andrea's hand, but Andrea pulled away, smirking as she watched Miranda's frustration grow.
"Patience," Andrea whispered, her voice teasing as her hand returned to Miranda's neck, her fingers tightening ever so slightly. "I want to hear you beg for it."
Miranda's breath caught, her eyes fluttering shut as Andrea's grip around her throat sent a shiver down her spine. She hated giving up control—hated being vulnerable. But with Andrea, it was different. With Andrea, she could let go.
"Please," Miranda whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled to keep her composure.
Andrea's smirk widened, her hand moving lower again, teasing Miranda's thighs with slow, deliberate touches. "Please what?"
"Please… let me come," Miranda gasped, her body trembling with need as she looked up at Andrea, her pride slipping away completely.
Andrea's grip tightened around Miranda's throat as her fingers finally dipped between her legs, pressing against her clit in slow, torturous circles. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice low and filled with command. "Now beg for it."
Miranda's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she writhed beneath Andrea's touch, her hips rocking against her hand, desperate for more. "Please… please, Andrea… I need to come."
The raw need in Miranda's voice sent a thrill through Andrea's body, but she wasn't ready to give Miranda what she wanted just yet. She kept her movements slow, her fingers teasing and edging her closer and closer to the brink, but never letting her fall over the edge.
"You're not in control tonight, Miranda," Andrea whispered, her lips brushing against her ear as her fingers moved faster, but still not enough. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."
Miranda's body trembled violently, her hips bucking against Andrea's hand as she came so close, but not close enough. "Please…" she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, Andrea, I need it… I need you."
Andrea smirked, her fingers slowing down just before Miranda could tip over the edge, pulling her back from the brink of release with deliberate cruelty. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "I'm not done with you."
Miranda let out a frustrated whimper, her body trembling as she struggled to regain control of her breath, her pulse racing as Andrea's fingers continued their slow, torturous strokes. The tension inside her was unbearable, every nerve in her body alight with need, but Andrea wasn't giving her any relief.
"You're not going to come until I say so," Andrea murmured, her voice soft but firm as she pressed her lips to Miranda's neck, trailing kisses down her throat. "You're going to stay right on the edge for me. You're going to beg, and when I'm ready… then I'll let you fall."
Miranda's breath hitched, her hips rocking instinctively against Andrea's hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more of anything. But Andrea kept her pace maddeningly slow, her fingers barely brushing against Miranda's clit, just enough to keep her hanging in that agonizing space between pleasure and frustration.
"Please," Miranda whispered, her voice trembling, her pride slipping away entirely now. "Please, Andrea… I can't take it…"
"Oh, I think you can," Andrea replied smoothly, her other hand tightening its grip around Miranda's throat, just enough to make her pulse quicken. "In fact, I think you want this. You need this."
Miranda's body arched beneath her, her legs trembling as she teetered on the edge of another release. But just as the pressure began to build inside her, Andrea slowed down again, dragging her back to that agonizing place of almost-but-not-quite.
"God…" Miranda gasped, her voice breaking as she writhed beneath Andrea's touch, her body desperate for release. "Please… Andrea, I need to come…"
Andrea's lips curled into a wicked smile as she looked down at her, her eyes filled with dark amusement. "You've been such a good girl, begging so nicely," she murmured, her voice soft and teasing as her fingers picked up their pace again, moving faster now, pressing harder against Miranda's swollen, throbbing clit. "But not yet. I'm still not done with you."
Miranda whimpered, her whole body trembling as she tried to hold on, tried to keep herself from falling apart. The tension inside her was unbearable, her mind spinning with the overwhelming need for release, but Andrea was relentless in her control. She kept pushing Miranda closer, edging her again and again, but never letting her fall over the edge.
"Look at you," Andrea whispered, her fingers moving faster now, rubbing Miranda's clit in slow, deliberate circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling body. "You're falling apart for me, aren't you? So desperate to come…"
Miranda's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she nodded weakly, her hips rocking against Andrea's hand, her body completely out of her control now. "Please… Andrea, please…"
Andrea's grip tightened around her throat, her fingers moving even faster, pressing harder, the pressure building and building inside Miranda until she thought she might explode from the tension. "Say it again," Andrea commanded, her voice low and filled with authority. "Tell me who's in control."
"You are," Miranda gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "You're in control…"
"That's right," Andrea murmured, her lips brushing against Miranda's ear. "And now… you can come for me."
The words were like a trigger, and with a broken cry, Miranda's body finally shattered beneath her. Her orgasm hit her with an intensity that left her gasping for air, her hips bucking wildly against Andrea's hand as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her legs shook, her chest heaved, and her mind spun as she finally let go, completely and utterly undone.
Andrea didn't stop. Her fingers kept moving, driving Miranda through the aftershocks of her release, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body until Miranda was nothing but a quivering, gasping mess beneath her.
"Good girl," Andrea whispered, her voice soft and filled with quiet satisfaction as she finally slowed her pace, her hand gently easing Miranda down from the overwhelming intensity of her orgasm. "You did so well."
Miranda's breath came in shallow, ragged bursts as she lay back against the bed, her body spent, her mind still hazy from the intensity of it all. She felt Andrea's hand slide gently away, her touch soft and soothing now as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Miranda's lips.
"Are you okay?" Andrea whispered, her voice filled with tenderness now as she stroked Miranda's hair, her fingers brushing lightly over her flushed skin.
Miranda nodded weakly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as she whispered, "Yes… I'm fine…"
Andrea smiled softly, her lips brushing against Miranda's forehead as she pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her in a gentle embrace. "Good," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "You're mine."
Miranda smiled faintly, her body relaxing in Andrea's arms as she let out a soft, contented sigh. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet surrender. "I'm yours."