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She should have seen it coming, ending up here once more. The glint in Ingrid's eyes was a little too cutting, a little too angry. At the time she thought it was a proper flagellation, a proper spanking, their short exchange after the entire Hassan mess. But Diana had miscalculated that one, too. It's this that stings the most, until Ingrid fastens Diana's hands to the headboard with delicate satin rope, the crop deliciously resting against her bare cunt.
It won't stay delicious for long, she knows.
"I'm inclined to commend you on that little stunt of yours. Quite smart had it not backfired."
Diana knows this, too, so she remains quiet.
"Perhaps I'll consider it amusing once we're done here," Ingrid murmurs, warm breath ghosting over Diana's neck. Her fingers tease Diana's breasts, never quite touching her nipples, hard with the heat between them despite the cold of the room. It's too early to become frustrated though, so Diana sinks into the mattress and forces her body to relax into the restraints.
"You'd look so pretty behind First Desk," Ingrid taunts sweetly, mouthing at Diana's jaw. She smells of alcohol, and Diana vaguely remembers that Macallan she'd gifted Ingrid. "Then again, you like it when I'm in charge, don't you?"
Diana favors this with a scoff, but mildly regrets it when Ingrid's sharp fingernails dig into her cheek. She bites back a gasp as Ingrid settles a thigh between her legs, the crop rubbing against her clit. With Ingrid's weight pressing down on her it borders on painful.
Ingrid's smile is somewhat unsettling, but she would take pleasure in Diana's discomfort. They are alike in that regard. "Perhaps a reminder is in order."
Her protest gets swallowed by a kiss, hard and biting and not enough. Perhaps she'll allow this for now, but Diana vows to make Ingrid pay. Maybe after she's had an orgasm or three.