Unseelie Girlfriend: Melisande 2 (complete)

Talida is already waiting in your office when you come in. She seems positively fit to burst as you try to walk as nonchalantly as possible. She jumps up at once and runs over to your side with a glint of curiosity and fear in her eye.

“Is it true?” She practically shakes you. “Tell me it’s not true! Is it?” 

You yank your arm away from her and shrug off your blazer. “Where did you even disappear to?” you snap. “It felt like you were trying to lose me.”

Talida shrugs. “I was.” She watches you as you walk around your desk and sit down. “I was hoping you’d get into some trouble, not walk in on Melisande and the council!” She stares at you, then takes a step back as if you’re an explosive. “How are you even here?”

You sigh as you lay your binder on the desktop. It was still a bit unclear to you how you managed to escape from it all unscathed. You spent the weekend with Melisande, who dropped you off at home Sunday afternoon to recuperate for work. All of it is a blur of mind-blowing orgasms and Melisande’s wicked smile.

“Hello?” Talida waves her hand before your face, and you snap out of your stupor.

You look up at her. “Huh?”

Talida shakes her head. “What the fuck happened? Why did Melisande not kill you?”

You blink, then shrug. “She was eating me out.”

You’ve never seen a jaw drop as fast and wide as Talida’s does in that moment. “The fucking Unseelie Queen ate you out?”

You nod. “I’m still not over it.”

Talida plops down in a chair. “Oh, god.” She slouches down and grasps hold of her temple. “I made you the Queen’s Pet.”

“You didn’t make me,” you grumble. “No one made me. Well…” you sigh and gaze off into the distance. “Actually, no, her tongue did. But Melisande said I don’t have to agree if I don’t want to.”

Talida stands back up and slams her hands on her desk. “Do you not understand what it means to be the pet of an Unseelie? Let alone a royal like Melisande?” she barks. “Besides, Melisande is going to do everything in her power to make sure she gets what she wants. If she likes you, you’d best fall into her arms and retire a kept woman.”

You frown at Talida. “I like my job. I’m not just going to be some… Unseelie arm candy.”

“Not just arm candy,” Talida growls. “A sex toy. A lover. A trophy. Bragging rights. You’re going to be Melisande’s pride and joy.”

“Sex toy?” You look her over, seeing her expression is a mix of jealousy and anger. 

Talida nods. “This relationship isn’t just her pampering you to give her the giggles. Oh no. It’s equal. What she gives to you she will expect back. This means you’ll be at her whim when she wants you.”

You remember Sunday morning, and how Melisande woke you up with kisses. She guided you down between her silky thighs and she came on your tongue as your breakfast was being served by the staff. 

“There’s worse things,” you say with a shrug.

Talida clicks her tongue. “Perhaps.” Then she breaks into a smile. “Just be prepared. Melisande is particular about the company she keeps.”

You relax a bit as she leaves, focusing on work rather than the strange circumstances laid out before you. But as the day goes on and the monotony of it begins to drag, you keep remembering your time alone with Melisande. It’s hard to focus on anything else when you remember how good her kisses are and how hard her fingers work.

Just as you’re getting up for a cold up of water, your intercom beeps. You’re being called into the meeting room for an important business deal. As you walk in, you see a tall figure standing by the window. Your heart races as you gaze at her.

Melisande turns around, winking at you as she comes to greet you. She’s wearing another perfectly tailored suit with a bustier corset underneath. She takes hold of your hand and kisses your knuckles. “So glad you could make it.” Melisand puts her hand at the small of your back as she walks you to the table, and pulls out your chair for you. “Just a few matters to go over, is all. Nothing to worry about.”

You’re passed a few papers as she takes the head of the table. You manage to look away from her and to the business at hand. From the looks of things, your employers want to expand the hotel and casino, but in order to do so there needs to be another deal with the Dwarves who provided the materials last time.

“I’ll be going myself, of course,” Melisande says with a staunch business voice. “Since you know the ins and outs of this place, as well as what we can handle, I was hoping you’d join me as my advisor.”

“Are you sure?” The Unseelie who runs the casino leaned forward. “We have others in the law firm that would be better suited for this. Ones who have worked with the Dwarves before. It would be more prudent to send one of them.”

Melisande shoots him a sharp look, and her lip curls. “I know this.” She braces her elbows on the tabletop. “I remember it very well. I also remember that while we were away last time, someone tried to undercut me. Those left in charge were rather unscrupulous with how they did business, and now I have some rather unhappy people under me. I would rather the superiors at the law firm stay behind to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

Melisande’s eyes return to you. “Hence, I am asking her and not you.” She smiles and leans back in her seat. “I figured her position would not create an imbalance should she be gone for a while. I also know she is no idiot and will be able to help get the job done.”

You feel a bit smug under her praise. “I would love to help,” you answer, “if I can be spared.”

“You can,” Melisande licks her lips as you watch her. She waves off the other Unseelie in the room. “You can leave. I wish to discuss business with her.”

As soon as the others exit, Melisande stands up and struts over to you. She takes the chair beside you and sits down, placing herself close beside you. She’s wearing a woody sort of perfume that draws you in. Your heart hammers rapidly as she looks over papers for a brief moment.

“Not to worry, I do plan on making you work during this trip. This isn’t all fun and games.” She places her hand on the nape of your neck and smiles. “I’ll pay handsomely, of course.” Her fingers massage your neck. “And I’ll take care of everything.” 

You chuckle shyly. “It will be fun to just get out of the office for a while.”

Melisande laughs. “I bet it will. Stuck behind that desk all day.” She turns more towards you and lets her eyes linger on your body. “Tell me,” she rubs her hand on your thigh. “Is this pantyhose?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat. “Yeah.” You watch her expression for any sort of giveaway. “Why do you ask?”

Melisande sniffs. “From now on, thigh-highs only.” She pushes up your skirt. A sneer crosses her face as she rips open the crotch of your pantyhose. You yelp in surprise but do not fight her. 

“Oh my god, these are so sad!” She touches the front of your panties. “This won’t fucking do. These old cotton things.” She clicks her tongue while shaking her head. She takes the ripped pantyhose off you and tosses them aside. “Come now, we have business to take care of.”

“But…” You press your thighs together. “Right now?”

Melisande places a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll take you out to lunch.”

You go with Melisande to her limo, which is parked outside. Once there, Melisande pulls you close to her and kisses you deeply, pressing you down into the backseat.

“I’ve not been this hungry in ages,” she chuckles. “It took all my willpower not to take you on that conference table.”

“Melisande!” you gasp as her sharp teeth drag down your neck. 

She straightens and takes a deep breath. “Don’t worry, I just needed a taste.” She helps you up and kisses you again. “I’ll have my fill of you on this trip.”

You clear your throat and rub your cheek. “What business were you talking about before?”

“Shopping,” Melisande smirks. “On this trip you’ll be my partner, but elsewhere you’ll still be my pet.” Her smile fades. “And that sad, sorry, bulk cotton underwear has no place here.”

You fidget in your seat. “I can’t afford much else.”

Melisande kisses your cheek. “Not to worry anymore.” She nips the tip of your ear. “Since this is essentially a treat for me, I’ll be buying them for you.”

“Oh,” you stutter. “You don’t have to…” 

Melisande stops you with another kiss.  “You’re my pet. It’s my duty to make sure you’re dressed properly and beautifully.” She kisses your neck. “I’ll take care of everything.”

You pull up in front of a store that is painted all black, and even the windows are hidden by thick black curtains. Inside the decor is all black and white, and there are sparse racks with even fewer items of clothing on them. You’re ushered to the back, where you’re given clothes and lingerie to try on. Melisande inspects them and approves what she likes. You end up leaving the store with several bags and new underwear on.

“Let me see,” Melisande giggles excitedly as you sit in the back of the limo.

Your cheeks burn. Having already strutted out an entire lingerie catalog in front of her, you are feeling a bit overwhelmed. “You saw in the store.”

“I saw, but I didn’t get to touch!” She spreads your thighs open and pushes away your skirt, then chomps down on her bottom lip as she gazes over the red silk. “Fuck you and how cute you are.” Her fingers slip inside the panties.

“Wait…” You grab her wrist. “Not here.” You glance to the blacked-out window between you and the driver. “If you start now, I won’t stop, and…”

“Aww,” Melisande coos and kisses you. “Fine. I’ll behave.” She smoothes your skirt back down and slips her arm around you. 

She takes you shopping to a few more places, buying you new clothes and taking you to get your hair done. At the end of the day, you return home with the spoils of your trip: dozens of luxury-brand bags filled with clothing that cost more than any of your organs would sell for on the black market.

You are instructed to be packed and ready to go come morning, so you start getting everything ready for the business trip with Melisande. As you’re getting your bags packed you notice there is a small bag hidden inside another. Inside is a small blue velvet box, and inside is a beautiful chain with a diamond charm. Excitedly you put it on. 

The next morning you wait outside with your bags for Melisande to pick you up. She arrives promptly and her driver comes out to load your bags. He opens the door for you, and you step inside to where Melisande is waiting.

“Good morning.” She greets you with a kiss. “I have breakfast for you. She grins when she sees you wearing the necklace. “You found my little gift.”

You smile back from ear to ear. “I love it. You really didn’t have to get me anything like this at all!”

“I’m going to make you work for it, don’t worry.” Melisande offers you your breakfast, and all the while her eyes look at you like the cat at the canary. “We’ll be arriving late,” she says. “So we’ll be stopping at a hotel for the night.”

You lick cream cheese off your finger. “That’s fine. I’m just along for the ride.”

Melisande leans in close and kisses your cheek and neck. Her fingers sneak up under your sweater and brush against your bare skin. 

“Wait,” you plead.

“That frustrating word!” she growls.

“No, I mean…” You place your coffee in a cup holder. “I didn’t want to spill any.”

Melisande smiles with relief. “I’ve lain awake tormented by you. I cannot keep my hands still.” She lays you down on the back seat as she kisses you. She pulls up your sweater and kisses your bare skin, tugging up your bra so she can feast upon your breasts.

“Mel,” you moan. “Don’t be mad.”

She lifts her head with a glare. “Why would I be mad?”

You bite your lip and tug down your pants, showing her you’re not wearing any panties. “I didn’t wear any of the new ones you bought for me.”

Melisande’s eyes grow wide. 

“I thought it would be counterintuitive.” You kick off your pants. “Besides, I was worried they’d get ruined.”

Melisande groans. “You’re perfect.”

You’ve learned that it’s the mornings when Melisande is the most demanding. Once she gets what she wants, she’s able to focus and go about her business as usual. You can’t wait, either. All night you were plagued by dreams of Melisande and her talented hands.

That evening, as you arrive at the hotel, you’re getting ready for another round of Melisande’s affections. She’s even gearing up and readying the bed by yanking away the tightly-tucked sheets.

The phone rings. Melisande curses under her breath as she answers, taking it into the adjoining room. You decide to get into the shower, she can easily find you there. But you end up taking a whole shower without her, and when you step out there is room service waiting, but Melisande is still on the phone.

You eat alone, watching a cheesy movie on TV. You sit in bed after you’ve eaten, nearly asleep when Melisande comes back into the room.

“Everything okay?” you mumble as you sit up.

“Go back to bed. Don’t worry about me.” She gives you a kiss. “I’m sorry, my pet. But not everything comes easy.” She kisses you again. “Just get some sleep. I’ll deal with this.”

She lays you back down and tucks you in, turning off the lights after she gathers a bag. You fall asleep, but you wake up later. Melisande is not in bed, but the lights are on in the next room. You open the door and see Melisande talking to someone. There are a few people in the room, and her tone sounds serious and pissed. You quickly go back to the bed, but you find you can’t sleep.

Around morning, Melisande comes back into the bedroom. You perk up as she starts stripping and taking down her hair.

“Is everything okay?” you ask quietly.

Melisande huffs. “I’ll fill you in. I’ve ordered breakfast, so listen for the door.” She stands naked before you as she heads to the bathroom door. “Sorry about that. I promise, it won’t become a thing.”

It turns out there are a lot of people chomping at the bit for this deal to get done and over with. The people who came to see Melisande wanted to talk her into some other deals before she went to the Dwarves, because there are other companies hoping to manufacture materials for the Unseelie. 

“So,” Melisande finishes, “what do you think?”

“It makes me nervous,” you answer. “Do the Dwarves know about this?”

“I doubt it. Why else would these people come so late?” Melisande’s grimace is dark. “I hate it. All these vultures come circling when back in the day they wouldn’t even come close to you.”

“People want power, and they’ll do anything to get it.” You set aside the paperwork and look up at her. “You need to find out who to look for when you’re having a good time, when all you’ve had is bad.”

Melisande smirks at you. “I’m glad I brought you. Not only is your mouth pretty, but you know how to use it.” She rewards you with a soft kiss. “Keep looking over that. I want to know everything you have to say about it.”

“Will do.” You set to work, going over the paperwork for the offers made the night before.

You end up getting dressed and going to a meeting that afternoon. Melisande stays late, sending you back to the hotel. Already you miss her, but you know she’s doing important work.

Melisande returns late that evening, but you’ve stayed up watching old television shows. You get up to greet her as she strips off her jacket.

“How was it?” you ask.

“Frustrating.” She looks over you. “Especially since I knew you were here all by yourself.” She wraps her arm around your waist. “All those idiots wanted to do was talk and talk. They wanted everything hammered out, even the stupid shit.” She kisses you as tugs you close.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You loop your arms around her neck. “Have you had anything to eat? Should I order something?”

A grin spreads across her face and she captures your hips between her hands. “I’m so glad you asked.” She moves you over to the bed. “But don’t worry about bothering anyone. I have everything I need right here.”

You suppress a smile. “Really? Right now? You must be tired.”

Melisande shoves you onto the bed. She unbuttons her shirt and lets it hang open. “Then don’t you dare fight me.”

You giggle as she starts to rip away your pajamas. She kisses all over your body, then rakes her hands down your front and wrenches open your thighs. You let out an excited squeal as Melisande rises up over you.

“You’ve been very patient waiting on me.” She kisses down your chest and nibbles your thighs. “And you’ve been working so hard.”

You moan in expectation as her lips brush close to your loins. “I just wanted to do my best is all.”

Melisande cups her hand over your mound and squeezes. “You’ve been doing so well.” She puts your legs around your waist as her fingers slip inside you. 

You hold your breath as you feel her inside you. Her long fingers wriggle and curl inside you, going slowly at first to tease you and make you pant. Melisande bites down on the tip of her tongue as she watches you. She moves her hips, hitting her wrist and driving her fingers deeper inside. 

Melisande doubles over, kissing you as her fingers swirl along your insides. You gasp, reaching down and touching her vulva. Melisande gasps in turn and chuckles darkly, biting your cheek as you ease your fingers into her. She’s wet, and her inner walls clamp tight around your fingers.

“That’s very good,” she growls. “I love how that feels.”

You gasp and pant, trying to match her movements. “Me too!”

Melisande pulls away from you. “Then I think you’ll love this.” She lifts up your leg and moves in close. Her vulva slips against yours and she presses close. She grinds against you, rubbing her slick folds against yours. You watch her, taking in her lusty expression and the way her body moves. You meet her movements, feeling her heat against your own.

It’s a strange sensation, but you soon feel the friction course through your body. The heat and pulsating runs through your veins and your voice rises higher as before. You grow louder and louder until your legs quiver. You cry out, and Melisande tears herself away. She throws you down, kissing you and thrusting her fingers hard inside. You can barely breathe, but as your voice bursts forth again, it doesn’t matter.

You lay melted and dizzy on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling fan as it spins. Melisande is sitting beside you, smug, sated, and drinking. You sit up and take her drink, letting the smooth liquor slide down your throat.

“Happy, my pet?” Melisande chuckles. She runs her fingers through your hair and down the nape of your neck.

You kiss her side and leg as you lay your head in her lap. “I’ve never had orgasams before the way I do with you.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Melisande grins. “And your body just begs for it.” She strokes your hair. “I’ll do everything to you.”

You sit up, kissing her softly. “I know I’m your pet,” you murmur. “But what do I do if I start to fall in love with you?”

Melisande’s smile fades, and she puts her arm around you. “You fall, and I’ll catch you.” As she kisses you, you taste the liquor on her tongue. “It’s not that hard,” she murmurs against your neck.

“I only want you touching me,” you moan. “Can you promise that?”

Melisande bites your bare shoulder. “I’ll snap off any offending fingers,” she growls. “And make you a dainty necklace.”

You giggle and kiss her again. “Open your legs for me, then.”

Melisande grins. “That’s my love.”