Love at First Slight

"Is she just toying with me?" Amoria wondered, fidgeting with the brooch on her lapel. The gold glimmered in the light of the sun through the window behind her desk, highlighting every fine detail. It was a pained thought. "Or is she just really worried that someone else might catch on? But even so, couldn't she at least spare me a subtle look? A special smile? Something?" The petite blonde practically dragged her feet across the carpeted floor of her office, pacing back and forth, rambling the same thoughts over and over again inside of her head until she was able to outwardly put some effort into looking like an industrious professional. "Maybe she'll text me later about lunch?" she thought, finding a ray of hope.

But she didn't.

They didn't exchange a single private word all throughout that Tuesday, and the text message that the blonde sent went unanswered. As Amoria went home for the day, she felt conflicted. Saddened. Angry! Tomorrow was Valentine's day and Sandra had demanded that she'd cancel her previous plans, and now she was treating her like she barely even existed? After what they had shared!? Maybe it really was only Amoria that felt it was special. Maybe Sandra toyed with young girls all the time. It was a bitter thought, and it stung, making her tear up while standing in the snowy winter street outside of the bank, clutching her purse and waiting for her driver to come pick her up. She had just started to fall for her boss, and in that moment she realized that this was the first time in her life that she truly felt something akin to romantic love for someone else.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath. Her tears made no sound as they rolled down her cheeks, threatening to turn into ice. Just like her heart.

--- 9 ---

Wednesday the 12th of February - Valentine's day - followed a similar pattern. Sandra was either busy or just straight up ignoring Amoria all through-out the work day, and as the hour grew late and it was nearly time to head home, the young blonde was beyond bitter. "Are we still on for tonight?" she texted, and got no reply. As the clock struck five, and it was time to head home, Amoria's face was stuck in a permanent scowl. She gathered her things with a newfound sense of disappointment towards her boss and then stormed towards the elevator like a tornado, without so much as saying goodbye to anyone. She grabbed her phone, with the intention of calling the guy whom she had cancelled her original plans with at the last minute - whom had taken it surprisingly well - when the elevator door was kept from closing at the very last second, a feminine hand with meticulously painted nails holding it open.

It was Sandra. "Where do you think you're going?" The expression on her face was unreadable, but she walked into the elevator and held onto the blonde's shoulders. It felt incredibly confrontational. Accusatory.

"Fuck you," Amoria snapped back. Her heart pounded hard, threatening to burst. She could feel how red her cheeks were - how unladylike she was coming across - but in that moment, all she wanted to do was scream.

"Excuse me?" Sandra sounded offended. "Is this because of yesterday? I thought we agreed-"

"Fuck. You." the younger lady spat out defiantly, pushing Sandra's hands away from her body. "I did everything you asked of me. I cancelled my other plans just like you asked me to. I did that for you. And you treat me like I don't even exist! Like.." She didn't want to finish the sentence, but she was so angry, so confused, that it all tumbled out. "Like I'm just some.. Some fucking whore." It was almost comical how shocked the taller woman looked. "I deserve better!"

Sandra hit the stop button in the elevator, causing the entire structure to stop moving instantly - then pushed Amoria against the mirrored wall on the opposite side, towering over the smaller woman. Her expression was still hard to read, but there was something there. Sadness, or anger, or both. But also something else entirely. She grabbed Amoria by the wrists, and pinned them above her head against the wall, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Let me go!" the young blonde shouted, suddenly feeling vulnerable and scared in a way she couldn't fully understand. For some reason, the idea of this larger lady restraining her like that was sending confusing signals down south. She wiggled against the strong hands holding her in place, trying to escape. But the older woman wasn't moving an inch, holding her there so tightly that Amoria didn't stand a chance, pushing her body against Miss De la Motte's small frame. And then she felt Sandra's lips upon hers. It wasn't an aggressive kiss. It was an apologetic one. Almost desperate?

Their mouths danced against each other, the younger lady letting out a needy whimper into her dominant Mommy's mouth, as she felt the tears spill over and run down her face. Her emotions had come to a boil inside of her, and despite having tried to keep it under control all day, there was no stopping it now. She felt like a child, breaking down crying while Sandra kept kissing her softly - sweetly. As if trying to reassure her in the best way possible that things would be okay. Amoria moaned again, and it was all too much. Sandra was still holding her hands in place - trapping her with her superior physique. When their lips broke apart for air, both ladies were left breathing heavily. The taller lady's chest rose and fell in a way that made the petite blonde stare at her body appreciatively.

"W.. Why didn't you answer my texts? Not even after work hours yesterday? What are we even doing?" She wasn't asking to be mean or anything, she just couldn't stop herself from asking the question that had been burning inside of her mind all day long. They needed to talk this out, no matter how difficult it would be or which answers that would come to the surface.

Sandra swallowed hard. For several seconds, she didn't speak - and Amoria scowled again, trying once more to break free. But she was powerless against the woman's strength, and in an act that was unlike her, she relented - accepting defeat for the moment.

"Amoria, I'm in love with you," Sandra admitted finally. For the first time since they had met, she seemed frazzled. As if she had lost her unending composure. "It doesn't make any sense. I barely know you. But I fell in love with you the moment you stepped into my office and showed me your vulnerable side," she explained, looking more helpless than Amoria could've imagined the woman being capable of. "But I'm scared. It took all my willpower not to reach out to you yesterday." There was a hint of frustration in her voice now. Perhaps even some despair. "But I didn't want to act inappropriately in the office, or come on to strong, or.." she sighed. "No, I'm making excuses. I am just terrified of getting hurt." Her face hardened slightly. "But you are making me do things that go against everything I stand for as a responsible business-woman and.." She took a step back, letting go of the petite lady's wrists at the same time - like she suddenly realized that she was physically restraining the smaller girl, unaware of it prior to that second. "Fuck," she swore under her breath - glancing down towards the floor. "I could lose my job. We've only known each other for two days. What if.."

"You love me?" Amoria cut Sandra off. Her mind was still struggling to process what the woman had said, let alone what it all meant. There was nothing but silence for a few moments. The blonde lady wiped her tears away with a delicate touch of her fingers, the air thick with tension. Sandra looked at her intently, searching the smaller woman's face for a sign. Of what, Amoria wasn't entirely sure. Forgiveness? Acceptance? Rejection? But she realized how much hung in the balance, and how important her next words and actions truly were. She tried to come up with something eloquent to say - but instead just stared at the black-haired goddess silently, her mouth hanging open slightly.

"Amoria. I..." Sandra began. She moved closer once more, leaning against the younger woman as if she couldn't keep herself from touching her subordinate - pulling her into a strong embrace and kissing the top of her head gently before nuzzling into her platinum blonde hair.

There was no way to misinterpret what she was hearing, even if it didn't seem real at that moment. The feeling was almost surreal. A pleasant warmth spread inside of the petite young lady - making her feel content in ways she never thought possible. She could've remained there for hours, holding onto Sandra as the two embraced each other in an intimate and much-needed hug. But then Sandra's phone buzzed.

"Are you stuck in the elevator!?" a worried voice came out over the speakerphone.

Sandra hit the elevator button again, and the machination began its descent back down. "No, all good. I'm going home. See you tomorrow!" she answered while watching Amoria's face, but she was actually struggling with keeping eye contact.

The taller woman kept stealing glances at Amoria as they travelled downwards together. Her expression seemed pained, though still hard to read. And then they arrived on their floor - the doors opening to show them an empty hall way leading towards the lobby, and the snow-painted world beyond. Amoria cleared her throat, realizing the ball was in her court. "So.. Where are you taking me for Valentine's day dinner?"

It took Sandra a moment to grasp the question, and what it meant, before she smirked - her face relaxing somewhat. She moved backwards out into the hallway, still staring intently at Amoria like a hawk. "Home," she said simply. "So I can cook for you. And then take you to my bed, where you belong."

"Sounds amazing," Amoria admitted shyly. "And I love you too."

--- 10 ---

The car ride over to Sandra's apartment was short, as she only lived about ten minutes from the office, though some tension between the two women remained even as they arrived at their destination and walked together through the front door. The inside of her home was elegant - there was no other way of putting it. A bit smaller than Amoria would have guessed, but it had class and personality. Each room was decorated by colour in a way that really made the space feel unique, without going overboard. Relics from distant lands, likely collected during Sandra's travels, were proudly displayed here and there. A hand-carved camel in wood, a bright-red woven rug with golden tassels, a porcelain vase painted with turquoise-blue flowers. Yet somehow none of it felt out of place.

"Are we okay?" Sandra asked, wrapping her arms around the younger woman from behind, kissing along her neckline and nape softly. Amoria experienced a full-body shudder.

"I think so," came an answer - whispered as she tilted her head back towards the taller lady's beautiful face without turning around. How did this woman always manage to make her feel this way? So tiny? "But I hope you're not planning on ignoring me for 48 hours again after today.." There was something about having Sandra stand so close that made it easier for Amoria to talk frankly. Or maybe it was the earlier love confession that had allowed her the momentum to really stand her ground. She wasn't entirely sure.

"Never," came a swift reply - but then Sandra seemed reluctant for a moment. "Amoria, you come from a completely different world than I do. I'd imagine you are rarely met with a closed door. A path that you are unable to walk. And you can have any future that you want. Any partner that you want.." Miss Collin's voice trailed off. There was a hint of fear in it - something dark - perhaps a feeling of inferiority? It caught Amoria by surprise. Sandra always seemed so confident prior to these last few moments together. "But if you'll let me, I want to be more than lovers. I still want to push you around, make you do naughty things, and call you my pet, but.. I'd like it if I could call you my girlfriend too."

The blonde woman broke free of the hug, and turned around to face her boss. The older lady was still imposing, standing there with her slender body clothed in expensive garments. But as she looked into Sandra's alligator-green eyes, all the usual self-confidence were gone. Instead, there was vulnerability - and a desire that Amoria knew only too well herself. "Of course, Mommy," came the shy response. And just like that, a weight was lifted, and as they moved forward towards each other again, their lips touched not in anger or despair, but something else entirely. Something beautiful. The two kissed in the middle of Sandra's living room, a pair of hungry mouths that needed each other. It was hot. Full of passion. And when they finally parted, the deep breath they both took was taken together.

"I could eat you up," Sandra purred playfully, sending an explosion of warmth inside of the young blonde's veins. She looked at Amoria with hunger in her eyes, then she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist and lifted her into the air - the petite woman letting out a yelp in surprise, wrapping her arms around the dark-haired beauty's neck for support. The tall lady turned and began walking down the hallway with purpose, striding through her home with determination while carrying Amoria as if it were nothing. It was erotic - made the petite lady feel desired - and when she was laid down on a soft bed covered in pillows, with silky bed covers and drapes over the window, she felt the older woman's weight on top of her, and her divine scent piercing every pore of her skin. The way it felt was all Amoria had ever hoped for, and it felt as if nothing else mattered in the world but the two of them, together.

"Mommy?" the blonde whispered - a needy edge to her voice that she couldn't even begin to hide anymore.

"Schhh.." Sandra hushed her, but not in an aggressive way. "Just let me hold you for a minute." Her body was warm against Amoria's own slender frame, like a cuddly blanket on a cold winter's day. They remained there, unmoving, for what seemed like an eternity before the dominant woman finally broke the silence, sitting up on the bed. "I really missed you today, my pet." She stroked along the young lady's exposed tenderly with her fingertips. "I've learned from my mistakes. I promise. Oh, and I got you something!" She bounced off of the bed and opened a nearby drawer, retrieving a wrapped box of considerable size. She held it out towards Amoria.

The younger girl sat up on the bed, grabbed the gift, and tilted her head a little bit. "You didn't have to do that. But thank you."

Sandra's face turned slightly sinister. "Don't thank me yet. Open it. It's for me just as much as it is for you, really.." There was a teasing smirk on her lips now, and Amoria instantly felt a bit worried. Her fingertips caressed the gift box, metallic red wrapping paper decorated with a silver bow. Rather nervously, she took off the ribbon and unwrapped the gift slowly, taking care not to tear any part of the beautiful paper. Inside was a black velvet box, and she removed the lid, exposing the items hidden inside. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, and looked up at Sandra.

"Y-You want me to wear this?" she blushed, picking the diadem with attached bunny ears out of the box with one hand, and the fuzzy rabbit's tail attached to a much-too-large butt plug with the other. Both of the items were a pure white colour.

"What, you don't think you'll make an adorable little bunny?" Miss Collins asked in a teasing tone. "Of course I want you to wear them, my pet," she grinned. "And absolutely nothing else!" There was something different about how Sandra was speaking now - the words seemed full of excitement. Arousal. "I love it when you blush like that," she murmured, gently stroking Amoria's cheek again.

The young blonde stared at the plug. "I don't think this could fit.." she whispered, a hint of fear mixed with a lustful curiosity in her voice.

"Mommy will make it fit," Sandra breathed, and it sounded like a promise. Then, she took the headband out of Amoria's hand and put it on her lover's head. "Oh my god, you look so cute!" There was a shimmer in the tall woman's eyes.

Amoria sighed, pouting slightly. She looked from the plug up towards her dominant mistress. "Please use a lot of lube," she murmured shyly - half pleading and half begging.

Five minutes later, she sat naked on the bed, sipping on some white wine, trying to calm her nerves as Sandra coated the metallic plug with generous amounts of water-based lubrication. "Okay, my little plaything. Hand me that pillow, will you?" Amoria handed the black pillow over. "Now lay down on your back, with your tushie up in the air for me. Pull your legs together. Yes, just like that. Beautiful. You're so wet, baby girl.." The younger lady couldn't help but groan as she felt the plug teasing her opening, Sandra circling it around her tight anus a few times, mostly just to spread some lube onto her rosebud - then her boss began to prod and poke at her entrance with one of her fingertips. She could hear a satisfied humming coming from Miss Collin's lips as she pressed further inside, and Amoria just closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing steady. The bunny ears nestled tightly on top of her head, but caused no discomfort. In fact, they seemed oddly pleasant to wear. Like they were meant to be there.

"It won't go in if you clench like that, little one," Sandra cooed after a couple of minutes, as she removed her finger and pushed the plug against Amoria's sphincter. "Open up for Mommy." She tried her best. It took some pressure, and the petite girl moaned while grabbing hold of the sheets underneath her as the initial stretch became rather uncomfortable. Her sphincter clamped down around the invading object, squeezing it tightly like she wanted to reject it, yet at the same time the blonde couldn't help but notice that the sensation felt incredibly arousing too. "You love anal play, don't you?" came the older woman's amused voice - something playful and light about her words, almost taunting. Amoria didn't. She loved making Sandra happy. That was what truly turned her on.

Sandra pressed forward with more force, managing to get a couple of inches inside the smaller lady's bottom before Amoria whined in protest. The sensation was rather overwhelming, and for a moment she worried if it would even be possible to take it all in. "I can't do this," she breathed out. But just as she said so, it slipped into place, and Amoria could physically feel some of her wetness drip out of her sex in response. She moaned as she began to adjust to the girth of the object embedded within her bottom. "It feels so big."

"That's a good bunny," Sandra purred in approval. "You can take it. The tail looks adorable, you know? Come, I'll show you.." Grabbing Amoria by the hand, she pulled her out of the bed and moved her over to a nearby full-body mirror with a silvery frame. The blonde lady stared at her reflection. The size of the plug caused her to hunch forward a smidgen, creating an appealing curve to her back, the fuzzy ball-shaped bunny tail popping out between her butt cheeks. It looked strangely sexy - something between adorable and sinful. Sandra grabbed onto the ears and tilted them forward a little bit at the middle bend, as they were adjustable. "Aren't you just the cutest?"

Amoria felt incredibly submissive, seeing herself displayed in such a naughty manner. The fact that Sandra was still fully clothed next to her naked form made it look even more obscene somehow. She would give in to any demand her boss might make, she realized. And when she met Sandra's eyes in the mirror, there was so much love, adoration, and desire in the dark depths of those irises that Amoria let out a little gasp. Her new Mommy wrapped one arm around her tummy, then moved her blonde locks aside with the other hand, kissing the back of Amoria's neck.