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And we can run away to the walls inside your house.
When you arrive back at home, Ambessa leaves you to relax on your lonesome.
With you being elsewhere, it left Ambessa alone to cook dinner and sit with her thoughts. She hummed a simple tune, something light and sweet. And she began to wipe down the counters. Doing her best to sort through her favorite knives to begin prepping for dinner.
Cooking had once been such a dreary endeavor. She hated spending hours cooking one meal to eat alone. The silence would just remind her of how she spent the days on her lonesome.
But now, things were different. The idea of cooking for two instantly made her mood lift. Her heart raced thinking about how you were sitting quiet in the other room. Awaiting her presence.
Before you washed up on her island she had been surviving. Now, with you around, she felt like she was finally living.
With the kitchen tidied up, she moved to toss the nets of fish on an empty spot on the counter. She took her time with them, preparing each one for storage in the ice box. Carefully removing the scales and dicing the meat in order to preserve it for later.
Ambessa whispered words of thanks to each fish, mindful of its sacrifice. As each one of them would provide a hearty meal for both her and her lady.
It was peculiar, she felt happy making dinner. Knowing she could provide a warm meal to you made removing each scale worth it in the long run.
Ambessa set the tiny iridescent fish scales aside in a smaller pedestal bowl. One she had crafted out of an old log a few years ago. It still held its shape quite well, after so many times of use.
She decided after dinner she would crush the scales into vibrant pigments. Mix some oil with them and turn them into paints for you.
You had not expressed your desire for any paints yet, but she knew you had to be itching for art supplies. She saw the way your hands would twitch upon seeing the scenery of the island. She wondered if you ached to create as much as she ached to hold you.
No longer would she allow your desires to go unsatisfied. Tomorrow she would set out before you woke to find some milkweed to make a beautiful paper notebook for all of your drawings. Ambessa would happily give up her handmade makeup brushes so that you could paint her something beautiful. She was excited to see just what you could do with the new supplies.
She thought that her handmade paints would be a nice welcome home gift. And she hoped that they would make the transition from your old life to your new one more comfortable.
She wondered how you were dealing with the fact that you would never go back to your old life. And that you were stuck here with her. It must be jarring coming to terms with it all. But she was willing to help you out in whatever way you could. You must've been frustrated with all of it.
Ambessa, on the other hand, wondered what she did to get so lucky.
Perhaps rekindling the passion from your old hobby would make that pesky need to escape her vanish. Ambessa wasn't daft, she knew the feeling won't go away all at once. But she could always give you little gifts, and extravagant meals to make you forget your life before her.
You probably thought you were slick, fantasizing about leaving her. Thinking you did so without her noticing.
But she saw that little mischievous glimmer in your eye. She caught it earlier when the two of you ventured out onto the beach. How you had stared at the water, desperate to run away, tears rolling down your face. Ambessa knew right in that moment that she had to snuff out any ideas of leaving the island, before your mind made you do something rash.
A few welcome home gifts couldn't hurt the transition into your new life. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, it didn't really matter what you wanted at the end of the day. Because now that she had you, she knew that she would never let you go.
Ambessa decided that she would take the good cop approach. Provide you with all the luxuries you had ever desired. Show you just how good life could be with her. Make sure you never wanted for anything besides her company. Soon, the two of you would travel around her island and you wouldn't dream of sailing away from her ever again.
But it was just your first week with her, she knew your full obedience would take time.
Ambessa shook her head, and brought her attention back to the meal she was preparing. The fish that hadn't been cooked for tonight's meal had been wrapped up and placed to stay cool in the icebox. She tossed the fish she would use for tonight's dinner over the flame, and sighed at the sight. It didn't take long for the kitchen to smell of buttery cooked fish.
A comforting smell that made her home feel happy. Besides, it was always a good day when there was a fresh catch on the flame.
Now all Ambessa had to do now was find out where her little minnow had swam off to.
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Ambessa's bedroom felt bigger when you were sitting alone on her mattress. If you were alone in the house, you would feel so isolated. It makes you wonder how she spent so many nights alone.
Although, you did the same thing on your ship. In a different way, you reminisced on how your nights alone at sea. Sure you had crew mates, but none that cared too deeply about your well being.
You pushed those thoughts away and leaned back into the mattress. The plush surface made you practically melt into her sheets. The weight behind your eyes made you desperate for a moment of rest.
Turns out walking just a few miles down to the beach had really tuckered you out.
As much as you adored sailing there was something so calming about laying on a bed and not feeling the sway of the ocean waves under you. You had always longed to settle down when you found the right place to call home.
Maybe you could make this island your home.
The thought snapped you awake, and you jolted up in bed. Completely messing up the folded sheets that Ambessa laid on the bed before the day began. It hadn't even been a full week on the island yet, and you were already cozying up to the idea of living here full time.
Home. Would you be mad to think of Ambessa's house as such a place?
Your thoughts drifted, the image of Ambessa in her sleeping wears from the night before stuck with you. The feeling of her arms encompassing you while you wept, the small smile she would give you when you thought of something funny. The way she would immediately offer her clothes and food to make you more comfortable with the situation. You felt safe when she was around, like nothing else in the world really mattered.
It was terrifying how attached you got to Ambessa so quickly. She dried a few of your tears and all of the sudden you were willing to risk it all for a woman you just met a few days ago.
Perhaps you had gone mad. Spent too much time in the sun, and burnt the last few brain cells you had left.
Besides, before crashing on this island you hadn't really thought of being with a woman. It wouldn't work for you. Sure, you had crushes on women here and there, but had never acted upon those feelings. It would just lead to heartbreak when you had to go back out on the sea.
But now, while you were stuck on this island, maybe on this island you could try…
Arousal stirred somewhere deep within you. The mental image that you had of Ambessa made your skin feel hot. You thought back to how she looked on the beach today. How the curve of her muscles looked slick with sweat from the sun's burning heat. How she would offer you a smile when you said something that she found amusing. The gentle brush of her fingers against your scalp when she held you.
Something in you burned when you were around her. And you had the sudden urge to satisfy your desires. Your anxious whirlwind of thoughts slowly morphed into an overwhelming need.
In all honesty, you had been feeling this way since the moment she kissed you in her bed the night before. How the brush of her lips against yours ignited something in you that you thought died long ago. How her fingers danced across your neck, as she had her way with your lips.
Fuck. You wished she were here in bed to kiss you like that once more.
You searched around the room, in a sudden need for relief. Something you hadn't done since you were back sleeping in your ship chambers alone. Something dirty.
What better time to relax yourself while she was distracted in the kitchen?
You quietly move to hide yourself under her covers. Holding your breath, finally bare under the sheets. The cool fabrics did well to relieve the warmth of your heated skin. As you stared up at her ceiling. Moving your fingers past your stomach, instantly reaching for what you desired most.
You felt damn near giddy, touching yourself in her bed while she was busy in the kitchen. It was unlike you to do something rash, and made you want to do it even more.
This was probably a low point for you.
But at the moment you just didn't care. Because for a moment, the touch of your fingers satiated the unending burn that being around Ambessa gave you. You shouldn't be doing this in her bed, even if it was Ambessa’s fault for making you feel this way. Besides, no one else made you feel this desperate before.
You feel the waves of pleasure rise but you don’t let them crash over you, just float in the water. Your fingers were a quick comfort, but did nothing to make the ache dissipate completely.
A mix between a moan and a whimper leaves your lips. And in a moment as quick as a blink, the bedroom door swings open. And all the color drains from your face.
There, standing in the doorway, is Ambessa. In her tank top and work pants, with a beaming grin on her face.
Fuck?!
You felt as caught as the fish had in the nets. You had been caught pants down in her sheets, as she stared down at you.
Ambessa knew what you were doing in her bed, from the moment her gaze landed on you. Although you were completely covered from her view. Pity.
You couldn’t make eye contact with her, mortified at what she caught you doing. The guilty look on your face gave you away. Your hands hidden under the covers. Ambessa knew she should probably be nice to you, as you were already going through so much.
It all had to be a lot to absorb, finding comfort in the very person that kept you from leaving.
But fuck, maybe it was cruel, but she wanted to tease you. Just a bit. Just enough to see that pretty blush she adored.
“Oh, Minnow,” she kept her voice low as she walked over to your side of the bed. A slight smirk on her lips. You adjusted yourself, as if getting rid of the evidence would renounce you of your crimes.
But the sweat on your brow and the flush of your cheek gives you away. What a naughty thing, unwinding in her bed while she was busy in the kitchen. She wondered if you had been able to satiate your desires on your lonesome. Judging by your expression, she assumed you could not.
“If you needed my help all you have to do is ask,” she teased, slowly moving to the edge of the bed. Like a wolf sneaking up on its prey, watching the rabbit struggle to escape. She sat on the edge of the bed seeing the state of your undress in her sheets. Her hand reached to cup your cheek, admiring the deep flush of your skin, the rapid rise and fall of your chest.
Fuck, you were quite the sight, especially when you were disheveled with desire.
She stared at you long enough to memorize the sight of you. She wanted to remember how you looked with half your clothes and messy hair amiss in her bed. You had put yourself on display for her so perfectly. It would be rude not to admire the view.
“I don’t—“ “I’m not—“ you stutter through an explanation. You can't even find the words to lie to her with, mind drawing a blank. You just couldn't come up with any excuses on why you would be squirming so desperately in her bed.
Touching yourself while she was cooking your dinner?
Naughty girl.
This was a first for Ambessa as well, in all honesty. She had never caught one of her visitors in her bed pants down. Hell, none of the others that washed up on her island had even stepped foot in her home. Let alone be allowed in her bedroom.
It seemed she had a soft spot for you. How could she not? You were the pretty lady who washed up on her shores, curing her unending boredom.
“Ambessa I–” you move to sit up, giving her the perfect view of your chest in her tank top. She stays ladylike for a moment, sneaking a glance when you're distracted. The blankets fall around your hips, hiding your guilt. Her name sounds sinful on your lips, as you silently plead for her mercy. You’re truly at a loss for words.
You don't know whether you should be pleading with her to forget what she saw, or begging her to finish the job.
“Shh,” she whispered in an attempt to soothe your anxieties. Turns out she couldn’t be mean to you for long. The embarrassed flush of your cheeks dissolved her rough exterior.
Ambessa had seen that desperate look in your eyes only once before. It was reminiscent of the night prior when she kissed you to take your mind off the storm.
She knew she couldn't take things too fast. Rush you into anything you weren’t prepared for. She didn't want you to retreat back in your shell, you had already started to be so communicative with her. If she rushed things she risked you coming to your senses and pulling away from her.
Although, she could make you feel good tonight.
But if you really wanted something like that from her, you’d have to ask nicely.
“Hmm, you need my help, baby?” she brings her lips to your temple, placing a teasing kiss on your forehead. Licking a bead of sweat that had perspired. You lean into her touch, craving nothing more than her.
You give her a desperate nod, your hands find solace in her sheets. Fists balling them up, wrinkling the fabric out of desperation. Longing for the feel of our hands on your skin. You can’t quite say exactly what you need.
But you know she could give it to you. Her words from the day before ring in your ears.
“If you beg for it.”
Ambessa moved to your side, brushing a lock of your hair out of your face. You practically moaned at the sensation, her cool fingers cooling your burning skin. She moves her free hand to grab yours, taking your hand from the sheets and lacing her fingers with yours. Her palm presses your hand into the mattress, keeping your hand pinned in place.
You couldn't reach for her if you wanted to, Ambessa had you right where she wanted you.
Ambessa moves to lean over you, her legs frame your thighs perfectly. But she makes no further moves to satisfy you, and you know exactly what she wants to hear.
“Please,” you offer, pushing your pride aside in hopes that your word is enough to convince her to help you.
“Hmm?” she teases, acting as if she hadn't heard your whiny pleas. As if she wouldn't be replaying the sound of your begging in her mind later.
Mean.
“Please, Ambessa,” you gasp, trying once more to appease her. Your hand gripped hers tighter now, your last tether to sanity was her touch.
Ambessa sees the way you squirm under her, desperate for her. And she decides to take mercy on you, poor thing.
But just this once.
Next time she catches you doing this, alone in her sheets she wouldn't be so nice. But this was your first time, she would be gentle.
“All right, baby lie back for me,” she hummed, forcing your head to lay flat on her pillow. Her hands traced circles against the top of your thighs. Leaving goosebumps across your arms. Your breath hitched at the feeling, you had never been treated like this before.
You were practically throbbing now.
This was definitely approaching unknown territory. You had never done something like this before, at least not with someone in the room watching you. When you were desperate to explore with her guidance.
Your breaths were ragged now, as you were not quite in the moment as she moved to press her fingers against the cloth of your panties. Your shirt ridden up, exposing your stomach to her. She leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach.
“You’re so pretty here,” she whispered, leaving multiple kisses on your abdomen. Right between below your ribs on the curve of your stomach. Such a tender spot, a place you had no idea was so sensitive. Not until her lips were leaving marks on your skin, and it set you ablaze. She would pause every few breaths to stare up at you, in hopes to catch your reaction through her lidded gaze.
And fuck, you were on cloud nine. Floating somewhere between realities, while trapped in her arms.
“Ah, thank you,” you hummed, reaching a hand to her neck. Needing something to hold onto while your heart raced out of your chest. The two of you moved in synchronization, it felt so natural to let yourself be taken by her.
Her kisses lowered, her lips moved past the hemline of your shorts. You rolled your neck to stare at the ceiling, biting your lip. Praying to the gods above that you would somehow be able to silence your moans.
“So polite,” she praised. Ambessa just adored when a lady used her manners. “And so fucking pretty,” your hands moved to her shoulders, accidentally scratching the back of her muscled arms in the fit of your passion.
Ambessa didn't mind, she was happy to wear your mark. The burn your nails left on her skin was intoxicating. It reminded her that she was giving you exactly what you needed. And she would be the only one to ever do so.
“This okay baby?” she asks before going further, moving a hand to force your chin down. Locking eyes with you to be certain you want to continue. You nod wordlessly, wanting to feel more of her. You could feel her holding back for your sake.
Tears of frustration gathered on your waterline, you felt as hopeless as you did watching the ocean waves earlier on the beach. Just like when you stood on the sands, Ambessa could give you what you wanted, if you did things her way.
A part of you was terrified she would drag her fingers away and leave you to finish on your lonesome. Give you a cruel grin and leave the room without giving you what you need.
“Never done this before— never—“ you were working yourself up. Hoping she didn't leave you as you feared. You worked yourself up to the edge of hysteria. Ambessa took pity on you, pressing her fingers into you, exactly where you needed them. And there it was, the ecstasy. She gave you what you couldn't give yourself.
“It’s alright baby, I got you,” you rut against the warmth she provides. Your body had a mind of its own. Practically melting like a lit candle into her open palm. It didn’t take long for the waves to crash over you once more.
It seems you had been desperate for relief since the moment you met her. Poor baby, you had no idea how to soothe that ache. Only she could give you that.
And luckily, for you, Ambessa thought that you had been good today. Seems you earned a reward.
She moved with you, angling herself just right. Helping you find your peak. The waves of pleasure crash over you, and she holds onto you as you finish.
“Oh love, you're never gonna leave this island, ever,” Ambessa lets the words slip knowing you're too far gone to get upset by them. She plants a final kiss to your core, as you pant, coming down from your high. You're preening at her attention, leaning into her warmth until the pleasure dissolved into bliss.
You lean into her arms, the ache finally satiated thanks to her. She lets you close your eyes for a few minutes, humming a soft tune to bring you down from your high. That sealed the deal for her right then and there, you were hers. She placed one final kiss on your forehead. Laying with you until you caught your breath.
It seemed Ambessa had been able to catch you in her nets quicker than she anticipated.