Jade Cho's Apartment: A Captivating Evening

[Misfit_Alien]

Jade's face was brought into Danielle's bosom, trapping her head between her breasts and slowly depriving her of oxygen as her face rubbed up against those covered boobs. Jade was having a hard time keeping her head above water. This moment made her face redden like a cherry tomato and she was completely incapable of responding at first as her heart rate skyrocketed, beating faster and faster as she began to moan softly, though each sensual sound that escaped from her lips was muffled out almost entirely as she began to pant profusely, further losing oxygen, forcing her to scramble and take deep breaths wherever she could possibly manage. She looked up for just a moment but in that brief instant, her gaze had managed to be caught by Danielle's, she looked into those gorgeous eyes and she heard that brief chuckle. She was melted down further by the Frenchwoman's charms, humming to herself out of glee as she vibrated with a jubilant smile forming on her face, her expression hidden by Danielle's own breasts.

The Kendoka's own bedroom had become the Frenchwoman's dominion in its entirety...from having been brought over as a prisoner to being treated like a guest, Danielle had successfully infiltrated and gotten Jade's guard down so that she could rule over her in her own home as the queen she was, preparing her with this breast smother as an opening act for the main show, a light appetizer for the full course of subjugation and humiliation that was yet to come. Tonight, Danielle would be subjecting the girl to her every whim and action. She was in control, she was the dominant one and Jade would only be able to bask in her glory while enduring her fate. Though, the Kendoka should take pride in this...it wasn't often that someone was able to score a private audience with Danielle, especially not while under these types of conditions. Of course, Danielle was being as professional as possible under the set circumstances, it's not like she was actually finding herself enjoying the company of Jade beyond what was going on.

The warmth they both felt and shared was simply due to the fact that their bodies were touching in such an intimate way to share equal amounts of heat to keep warm. It was nothing special, just basic science...Jade was in awe of Danielle, she was purely infatuated with the Frenchwoman, and most certainly not the other way. Danielle had better things to do with her time than to be stuck gushing over the way Jade presented herself, over how cute she looked in her lacy outfit and that dressy, bed wear-styled kimono from earlier, or how her jet black hair gorgeously shined in the moonlight...She had more important things to focus on, like further subjecting the young Japanese woman to a more intense smothering. Jade was brought down onto her back and further smothered by Danielle's almost bare breasts.

She felt more skin than fabric this time around, she could feel those gentle, soft mammaries enveloping her face and denying her of oxygen the entire time. In the middle of it all, Jade could only moan and mewl pathetically in response to Danielle's teasing query. With her arms hanging down by her side, Jade was utterly helpless to fight back, not that she would even try as she wouldn't DARE touch Danielle's glorious figure with her own hands, lest she incurs more of the redhead's wrath for thinking herself worthy to touch those beautiful curves without explicit permission. Somewhere amidst all of this pleasure and the growing haze that spawned from the increasing lack of oxygen, Jade forgot that she was the one in control. Or maybe she still remembered and didn't care, all she was focused on right now was where this moment would lead next. As Danielle spoke, Jade lingered on three consecutive words from the Frenchwoman's statement...'so much more'...just what all would that entail? How long would she be made to wait for more? What did Danielle have in that brilliant head of hers to further fuel her and Jade's desires? Whatever she had planned, Jade would be her willing and submissive volunteer for each step of it, gladly offering her body up so that Danielle could do as she pleased because deep down she knew just how fiery and dominant the Frenchwoman was, and it was at this point where there was no stopping her now that she was in her element.

[CaptainL]

Danielle had shifted her position ever so slightly, pressing the sides of her breasts up against Jade's face to smother her in her cleavage, but by no means did Jade care. She barely even budged. She wanted to stay here - she wanted to experience every bit of this; the warm, smooth surface of Danielle's skin enveloping her features, with the delicate lace of her bra tickling her cheeks just beneath. She wanted to experience the thump of Danielle's heart, echoing against her chest so close that she could feel every beat, and the warmth that swelled in her the closer and closer she pressed against her captor - who, to all the world, seemed more her victim. Even if she had lost the match, even if she was still bound to obey Jade's whims, Dani felt at full control; the reality had completely slipped her mind. A cocky, self-assured grin crossed her face as she tossed her head back, toussling her auburn tresses around her shoulders; even if Jade could hardly see her in the position she was in, Danielle still wanted to look the part of the proud, conquering, domineering mistress she felt she was. Her hands came down harder against Jade's shoulders, pinning her against the bed; her fingers curled tightly into place, enough to sink into her skin. Jade, of course, would hardly even imagine trying to escape, not when she was lost as she was in her lusts and her passions. But Danielle's message was clear with the pressure she put on her, and the way she let her fingertips drum along her shoulders - Jade wouldn't be able to get out, even if she wanted to.

Danielle shuffled her hips back and forth, grinding slowly and sensually against Jade's lap. Her legs stroked over the surface of Jade's own. She let out a content sigh, one that Jade would feel as her chest expanded, then sank back to draw her face deeper into her bosom. To the Frenchwoman, this was a feeling like none other - that feeling of being dominant, in control; of reigning supreme, of knowing she was worshiped. That feeling was one that had led her to pursue wrestling in the first place, and it was what she chased after in every match she was in, with every opponent she put down. Yet, this time, Jade had come willingly. She'd fallen right into her hands; even when she had left the ring a victor, now, she had submitted without a fight. Dani could hardly believe it could be so easy.

She wanted to test Jade's limits. She had pledged to give the girl a taste of the dominance she would see had she won, and she was not about to go back on such a promise. Giving a tighter squeeze with her arms to press her breasts up against Jade's head, Danielle rolled her hips inward once more, slowly and carefully, bringing her weight down heavily against her stomach. Not only was it a push, an expression of dominance, it was also Danielle's way of measuring what stamina was left in Jade, to get a sense of how long she would last - to feel whatever strength and tension still clung to her body. She wanted to flirt with danger, to bring this girl right up to the brink, to give her the slightest impression of what it meant to be smothered out by the great Danielle Degardin...but she wouldn't go any further, no. She had plenty still to come. It would be a waste of a perfectly good evening if Jade was unconscious for it.

Just as Jade felt like she was about ready to pass out, Dani would let go, letting her slip back against the mattress. She backed away from her, bringing her chest back from her face. There, she would look down on Jade from above, showing her a smirk as she sat perched atop her like a queen on her throne. And then, she would lean closer, bringing herself down to lay on top of her. Her skin brushed against Jade's own; she brought her face just close enough to feel the warmth of her breath tickling her, and she ran a single fingertip down along Jade's neck and the rim of her jaw, letting the sensation sink in.

"So, tell me...how was it?~"

[Misfit_Alien]

Drowning...Hazy...Black...


These words could accurately describe Jade's current scenario, but despite how ominous and threatening it seemed, it was oddly comforting and enjoyable. At this point, the young Japanese woman was eager for more, for about as long as she could hold out. Given Danielle's sentiment and her ever-growing ego in the midst of her current power trip, Jade was in for the long haul. Any sort of faux resistance disappeared entirely as Danielle repositioned herself, squeezing Jade's head into her chest a little tighter as she could feel each thread of that lacy bra rub against her face, all the while Danielle's fingers pressed into her body, tightly clamping onto her shoulders. Jade wasn't going anywhere before, she didn't want this extraordinary experience to ever end, but with Danielle securing her like this, she'd get more than what she was expecting.

The roles between captor and captive had been utterly reversed at the command of Jade who willingly gave in to share an experience with Danielle, one that would showcase what exactly the Frenchwoman would have done had she been the true victor of their encounter. However, the tides had shifted so much, one would almost think that Danielle HAD won the match, but it was not the case. Jade's face reddened even more as she began to feel Danielle grinding her hips and ass all over her lap and crotch, stimulating the young girl between her legs, it drove her wild as she felt a sensation she had not felt in a long time...this feeling of ecstasy and arousal was beyond invigorating, Danielle's shuffling drew out a muffled but intense chorus of pleasured moans from Jade, each one serving as another signal to give the Frenchwoman a boost to her ego as she had the girl wrapped around her finger.

Then came that push, Jade could feel the weight of Dani's hips grinding down on top of her once more, but instead of repeating the motion, the Frenchwoman held it while plunging Jade deeper between her bosoms, nestling her face in her exquisite rack as if she was drowning her in the fabric of her bra and against the skin of her chest. Jade couldn't fight it, she didn't want to, she was paralyzed with both fear and curiosity as she NEEDED to see what came next. She could slowly feel herself losing consciousness though, her lungs were losing oxygen as she couldn't enough air back into her body. Everything was getting tighter and tighter. How much time had passed? A minute? Two? She was well-trained and had exemplary levels of stamina due to her intense upbringing in the dojo, but without a measure of time and a mind that was anything but focused, it seemed like she was spending an eternity locked in a prison of pure ecstasy...then suddenly, just as she was about to cross over into the realm of darkness and sleep, she was pulled out of the prison, or rather...released for but a moment, a slight reprieve. She went from seeing nothing but darkness to the hazy sight of Danielle's beautiful face and gorgeous red hair awash in the light of the moon and the dark of the night.

She gasped for air, body quivering beneath the Frenchwoman's as she shook nearly uncontrollably, her chest raising and lowering as her breaths lost any sense of rhythm that they had, the Japanese woman was frantically trying to draw in air as she teetered on the edge, left a mere hair's breadth away from unconsciousness as Danielle toward above her, the sensation of feeling the redhead's skin rub against her own as her breath warmed up her cheeks with each soft exhale she released, it brought Jade back from the brink as she focused her breathing again, going from a near terrified state of shock and panic, to a much calmer and more composed state. Her eyes focused and she looked up at Danielle while the woman traced that fingertip of hers along her neck and jaw. "Magical..." Jade responded, a little shocked still but nonetheless recovered and breathing steadily once more as her heart pounded within her chest. Like the good, submissive girl that she was...she was once again ready to be subjected to another of Danielle's experiences, her mind raced as she wondered what the Frenchwoman might put her through next. It intrigued her greatly...

[CaptainL]

As she pulled Jade out from the crevices of her cleavage, Danielle looked her up and down, surveying her handiwork. As she did, her grin grew wider and wider across her face, and she chuckled to herself, brushing the tip of her finger gently against the girl's side to tickle over the warmth of her skin. She saw that redness in Jade's face, the glazed-over look in her eyes that told her she was still lost in her own head, even the way she desperately gasped for air - it all told her everything she needed to know. She had brought Jade to the brink, and only now she was letting her go. Whether or not she could breathe at all was entirely in Dani's hands - she controlled everything about her, down to the very motions of her body. It was enough to make her forget that she was, technically, Jade's prisoner, and subject to her whims. For now, Danielle was the one in control.

"Ahh, mon chere..." Danielle teased, her voice never raising above a half-hushed, breathy whisper; she lowered herself down on top of Jade, letting her skin sink in against hers, feeling the curvature of her stomach and the rise and fall of her hips beneath her own. With each word that left her mouth, Jade could feel her breath tickle against the edges of her skin, almost as though Dani was kissing her with every syllable and every sound. She lapped up the attention Jade lavished on her; she felt the tingle run along her spine, knowing that Jade was practically begging to be crushed beneath her heel - to know her dominance, to be subject to her impulses. She grinned a little wider when she heard that Jade had found her predicament magical - to have Danielle's attention on her enough for the Frenchwoman to submit her to a breast smother. And yet, she wasn't quite satisfied with what Jade had said. She wanted more. "Magical...how lovely. But surely...you can do better than that?~"

With a wide, teasing grin on her face, Dani draped herself over Jade, her chest pressing down into the brunette's own. Her eyelids fluttered, and she brought her smiling face up so close to Jade's as to feel her breath against her cheeks. "Oooooorr...." she said, making sure to pronounce everything slowly and carefully, letting that French accent trill off the end of her words, "do I, perhaps, need to encourage you further?~"

Danielle didn't give Jade a chance to answer that. She was already in motion! Wiggling her hips, she pressed up closer against Jade, letting her feel every rock of her body from side to side. Slowly and carefully, she worked her way up along Jade's frame, brushing every inch of her body along hers with each sway back and forth of her hips and spine. She would try to get up to her face - where she would once again move to smother her, this time by turning around and sitting right on top of her face!

[Misfit_Alien]

Jade's entire fate up until this point had been under her own control. It was her destiny, her life, her future...she could decide EXACTLY what she wanted to do, and where she wanted to go, and she would always know why. She always had this sense of purpose no matter which route she found herself walking down. However, with Danielle, this was the first time in her life that she wasn't in control. It was a strange feeling, this sensation of being at the mercy of another person's bidding, especially someone she liked and harbored feelings for. She wondered how Danielle felt about all of this deep down, if their roles were reversed, would Jade feel as she did or would be an entirely new experience to bear witness to? Her future lay solely in the palms of the gorgeous, redheaded Frenchwoman, Jade was like putty in her hands, like fresh clay waiting to be molded and manipulated...and for some reason, she was okay with that. She was fine with being under Danielle's control.

She was okay with the idea of being Danielle's captive...to be her one and only, the only person that could ever satisfy the Frenchwoman.

Call it loyalty, infatuation, or even an addiction...it didn't change the facts that lie ahead. Jade loved Danielle and was willing to put her own fate in the woman's hands. Whether the young woman fell into the darkness of unconsciousness or was embraced by the warmth of Dani's body, it'd be all up to the captivating model. Amidst all of this, Jade could make out the soft, hushed whispers of the Frenchwoman's voice calling out to her. Her vision slowly came back into focus and she saw Danielle moving up and along her body. The Frenchwoman began draping over her as their skin repeatedly made contact, tingling the girl until she could barely stand to keep quiet.

"E-encourage?" She said bashfully, sinking into the bed but not backing down out of fear. She was merely playing into the role a little more, matching Danielle's dominant movements with her own minor shifts to keep things interesting. Feeling the rustle of their nightwear, the fabric of the sheets, and their bodies rubbing together...it was all building Jade's arousal up and then some. It was growing increasingly harder to contain herself, but at this point...why bother? They were alone, they were at peace, they were enjoying one another, and most of all...Jade just couldn't help herself any longer. With a moan and a wiggle, the Japanese young woman began to sensually grind her body back against Danielle's, letting the redhead dominate the pace but giving into her urges while showing compliance. She continued to moan softly, letting her sweet, light voice ring out with sounds of elation and pleasure.

She could feel each bump, shift, and reposition that Danielle did...she could feel EVERY tingle and tickle of skin and fabric touching on her own, each sensation sending a signal of pure happiness and arousal through Jade's network of neural pathways, fueling the light, warm, but erotic scene that was unfolding. Was...was THIS what Danielle was best at? Was this what softcore wrestling was like? All of these questions perplexed Jade, she couldn't quite settle her mind as she was starting to get a bit of an overload. So Danielle settled it for her...all of a sudden, the kendoka could feel the mature, curvaceous redhead sliding up her body at a snail's pace, instantly garnering Jade's attention as her focus was centered around Danielle's prowling eyes, sliding closer and closer in the darkness like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. Jade's breathing came to a slow halt, her body stiffened, and she was fully enraptured in the sight before her. Her face burned a bright red as she felt Danielle's hips swaying from side to side as she crawled up her figure. The lithe Japanese woman released a few squeaks of joy before she was ultimately silenced by the Frenchwoman placing her rear right on top of her face.

...

For a moment Jade was left processing what had just happened but like a mirror shattering into a million pieces, her mind was scattered entirely until she finally focused on the situation at hand. Danielle was...sitting on her face. She could feel those lovely cheeks of the Frenchwoman's peach pressing down and enveloping her face, that soft skin and that lacy fabric highlighting those gentle curves. Jade could feel all of Danielle's weight coming down on her head and she was actually enjoying it...no, she was LOVING it. Her face burned even brighter as she planted her lips to those cheeks, kissing them gently as she started to give in to her desires and letting her face get buried even further as she served as the woman's seat cushion.

[CaptainL]

For Danielle, it was always a rush to know that she was in control - that she was dominant, that she could exert such power over the thoughts and minds of others through nothing more than her grace, her charms, her beauty, and her imperious ways. It made her feel the power that she had always craved; it gave her a reason to exist in this world when everyone else seemed so far beneath her. Never had she felt such a rush until now, when she had Jade completely under her thumb. It felt as though every feeling that ran through Jade's mind was only given the privilege to exist by Danielle's command - that she was capable of consuming every neuron and every impulse. And it was when it was Danielle who, by the rules of the match she had just lost, was supposed to be the one taken prisoner.

Dani could hear the soft moans coming from Jade's throat, and she could feel the twitches in her body, the spike of heat that surged just beneath her skin the closer and closer she crawled her way atop her. She saw the look in her eyes as the redhead drew closer, the way the blush rose in her cheeks. Danielle grinned a devious grin. She knew she was the one who instilled such emotion in Jade - that it was by her own will that this had happened. With such thoughts running through her head, she could only imagine what would happen next, when she brought her hips down atop Jade's face. But whatever happened...Danielle was sure it would be intoxicating.

Sure enough, she felt her weight settle down against Jade's features, pinning her head against the bed. As her hips shifted from side to side, wriggling in closer, she could make out every contour of Jade's face from her perch above. She could feel the rise and fall of Jade's head as she struggled to suck in breaths, but she could feel the warmth and the vibrations of her exhalations tickling against her groin, and she rolled back her head, purring softly under her breath. Jade wasn't fighting it. Dani could tell she was already giving in - in fact, when she began to feel her lips make contact with her cheek, tickling her skin through the thin fabric of her panties, Danielle knew that Jade was all but completely submitting to her. She was wrapped right around her finger, and she would answer to every whim the Frenchwoman pushed her toward. This was all she'd ever craved, and she had it all.

"Mmmff..." As the satisfaction of reigning supreme above Jade washed over her, Danielle's head rolled back, her chin turning to the sky as her hair cascaded down her back. "My, my...such deference, such worship...you truly know your place, mon chere." Grinning a little wider, she turned back to Jade with a devious spark in her eyes. "I think such obedience to your queen deserves a reward...~"

Slowly and carefully, Danielle brought her hands across Jade's body, brushing her fingertips over her skin; it would be the only signal Jade had to tell her of what was to come. She came to rest her hands over the kendoka's breasts - and there, she would give them a squeeze, already eagerly anticipating what reaction she could wring out of her!

[Misfit_Alien]

Many people would likely DREAM of being in Jade's current position. To be at the mercy of a beautiful, French redhead in a sexy pair of lingerie that complimented her body perfectly, to be softly crushed and smothered beneath both her modest but perky bosoms and supple but curvaceous hips. It was definitely an experience that few could say they ever got the chance to enjoy. Jade was one such person and no emotion could properly represent what she was feeling, there was no word that could aptly describe the scenario for her...even the term 'heaven' seemed weak in comparison. Paradise? Bliss? Nirvana? Enlightenment? Perfection? Delight? Ecstasy? Pleasure?

No...nothing worked.

No matter how she thought about it, nothing seemed to capture the essence of the moment, no description or retelling of these events could properly give someone a good enough representation of both Jade and Danielle's personalities, of their passions and desires, of everything that led to this moment from Danielle's call-out of the Kendoka to Jade's sound victory over the Frenchwoman. However, as she lay beneath Danielle's rear, she began to change her way of thinking. Nothing was coming to mind but...was that such a bad thing? In the midst of serving as Danielle's seat cushion, Jade tried to think of some word or statement that would capture everything perfectly, but to her dismay, nothing was coming to mind. Though, would it really be negative if she couldn't? Maybe...Maybe this moment, maybe her and Danielle's...'relationship' didn't need a label or description...maybe it was just...Indescribable...

Indescribable...yeah, that was it. That was the perfect word that, ironically enough, described how the young Japanese woman felt toward this moment.

Sometimes, the simplest solutions were the best ones...and so Jade stopped dwelling on everything and just let her heart take control, allowing her to savor this moment in time and to truly appreciate Danielle's figure, feeling every inch of skin of the Frenchwoman's backside against her face as it was further buried into it. She caught a whiff of the woman's scent...taking in a brief inhale of air and catching Danielle's natural fragrance from her body...It was perplexingly sweet, but not like a field of flowers or a bowl of fruit. It was different, it was far more pleasant. Her hands came up to cup Danielle's thighs in their grasp, her skin was soft and smooth, and the temperature was nice and low, making them cool to the touch of the Japanese woman's palms. She kissed the Frenchwoman's buns with a little more passion, finding that she was getting more and more into it. The few breaths of oxygen she managed to secure into her airways were keeping her head above water but she was still enduring the deprivation of air. However, at the end of the tunnel there came a bit of light in the form of a 'reward' from the Frenchwoman. Danielle spoke of worship, of obedience...Jade had been brought up in a family that had fairly moderate spiritual and religious ties, praising and worshiping figureheads in their culture was nothing new to her.

So why did this moment feel so much different?

Was it because Danielle was real? Because she was physical, corporeal, solid? Because Jade could actually see, touch, feel, and even smell her? This thought made her wonder what the Frenchwoman might 'taste' like...the thought excited her as she felt herself becoming deeply aroused, this strange, moist feeling welling up inside of her down below as her legs shuddered uncontrollably. Her lust was getting the better of her, she knew it, and Danielle probably knew it...but neither seemed to care. Or rather perhaps...both were embracing this almost animalistic nature of desire. Worshipping Danielle WAS different than praying to some god, goddess, or other series of deities...because Jade actually had a CONNECTION to Danielle, an attraction so strong and pure that the naive, young, passionate Jade was gladly throwing herself at the woman's feet in order to please her. Whether or not Danielle loved her back, whether or not this 'relationship' was one-sided...Jade was loyal to a fault to the woman who she would gladly be obedient to.

So, when Danielle began to massage Jade's breasts, loose gasps expelled what little oxygen the Kendoka had left in stock as she moaned aloud, giving in fully to Danielle's grasp, allowing the redhead to fully realize control over every inch of Jade's body. She was hers, she could do as she pleased...she was there to serve her, to please her, to entertain her...the rules from before were long gone, the roles soundly reversed. This was not about being a captive anymore for Jade, it was about making sure that the one she cared about was satisfied. Though she may be humiliated and crushed, her efforts would not be in vain...for as long as Danielle was happy, Jade was soundly content.

[CaptainL]

Danielle craved the attention. Everything she did, it was because she knew she loved having eyes on her - her upbringing had instilled that in her, and it had never gone away. She wanted everyone to see how beautiful she was, how glamorous she was, how much more fabulously wealthy and elite she was than they could ever hope to be. She wanted to inspire envy. She wanted to be worshiped. But it had never quite worked out that way. More often than not, her imperious demeanor just pushed people away. For every adoring fan she had, she had twelve more who booed her, decrying her as a glorified model who couldn't wrestle. For every opponent she crushed and reduced to a begging, whimpering wreck, there were five more who refused to bend to her, who held onto their defiance, and who subjected Dani to the most humiliating lows she had ever suffered. It was as though no one cared for what she wanted. The only friend she really had was Gil, and she would never dare to be seen with such a low-class buffoon in public if she could get away with it, even though Gil never seemed to realize that. No one recognized her for the rightful queen she was.

Except Jade. Jade was different. Danielle could feel it now. Even when she had set her up to embarrass herself in front of the world, even when she had called her out to an offer she couldn't refuse and pressured her into risking her good name, even when she had every intention of ruining her career, Jade couldn't help but hold respect for Danielle. No, it was something more than respect. It was the sort of praise and affection and adoration Dani had always wanted.

She knew that from how she wanted to share this moment with her. How she lay down beneath the Frenchwoman, giving her free reign to do whatever she wanted - a move that not only displayed her reverence, but also her trust; that for as unscrupulous and conniving as the ex-model could be, Jade still had enough goodwill toward her to be vulnerable in front of her. In her position of power, Danielle could easily torment Jade in all the ways she might have wanted to, had she won their match. She could take out all her frustrations in being unable to overcome her, punishing her for her insolence. But Danielle knew that to do so would be breaking the trust Jade had placed in her. And when that trust was something she had practically never been granted before, it became special - it became sacred.

No one else had treated her this way. Even everyone who gawked and cheered at her good looks and money had never cultivated anything so personal. They'd never afforded something like this to Dani. But Jade was willing to give her everything she ever wanted, even when she was under no obligations to; even when she had every reason to detest her. Jade was different.

Thinking about it, as she kneaded Jade's firm breasts beneath her fingers, Dani's smug composure began to break. Her hips rocked from side to side, worming in closer against the kendoka's face as she felt the shiver run along her body. But her posture eased, and for a moment, her motions ground to a halt, as she was lost in her thoughts. A blush ran to her cheeks. She felt a tear coming to her eye, though she tried her best to hold in the urge to sniffle. She couldn't do this; she knew that Jade wanted her to dominate her. She had to be the powerful, unshakable, controlling person she was supposed to be. But she couldn't help but get emotional. Not when she had found what she was after all this time - that after so many years of trying to make people like her, she'd found one who wanted to.

[Misfit_Alien]

Despite everything they had been through, despite the intended treachery and ulterior motives behind Dani's challenge, despite her insults and clear dislike for Jade, despite her flippant jealously and desire to humiliate and tarnish the woman's reputation in order to boost her own...Jade still liked her. Many would see this as wildly illogical and would call Jade's decisions up to this point into question, likely ruling them as ill-advised, lust-filled choices that would ultimately serve no purpose and would only lead to her being shut down, turned away, hurt, or worse...

But that didn't matter to Jade, because Jade had something deeper and meaningful with Danielle. Despite all of the redheaded Frenchwoman's actions and statements, Jade had a fundamental understanding of why she did what she did, of why she acted the way she did. Danielle wanted attention, she desired it like it was the world's most valuable treasure, more priceless than any amount of jewels, gold, diamonds, or cash that one could bestow upon her. Danielle didn't necessarily need to view Jade as beneath her in order to draw out this enamored affection for her, she didn't need to act all high and mighty and elegant...Jade saw her for what she really was, flaws and all. It didn't matter to the young, wooden-sword-wielding Japanese woman. To Jade, Danielle was like the Sun...she didn't need to try to attract everything around her, she would always attract those who meant the most to her naturally over time...people like Gil and people like Jade, the latter of the two who was just happy to be in her mercy, to bask in her warmth and to see that smile shine.

For that, Jade was happy orbiting around this redheaded 'Sun', basking in her grace. She wanted Danielle to realize that even after all of this sensual embrace and fulfillment of desires, there were genuine feelings of adoration. If she could make the Frenchwoman see that, she'd be content...if she could let her know that she was appreciated for who she was, if she could make her drop the mask she put on for just a moment to realize that Jade loved her for the REAL her, for her ups and her downs...then the Kendoka would be truly happy.

Amidst all of the chest fondling and facesitting, Jade could feel Dani's composure beginning to shift and change. She could feel her whole demeanor falling apart. She was trying to keep it all together, that dominant facade and smug aura...all for Jade. So far, this was enough, more than enough actually. Jade was content to let things move on. She softly taps her hand against the redhead's thigh, giving her a signal of sorts to release her. She wanted to pause for a moment to recollect herself and to address her directly.

[CaptainL]

Danielle wanted to lord over Jade. She wanted to stand tall above her, commanding her every thought and action with her imperious aura. She wanted to have every moment of Jade's existence in her hands, down to her every breath - she would only allow her to draw any air into her lungs if it was what Dani so chose. Was that not why she was here? Was that not her goal, in the end - to have Jade under her control, and to bask in the satisfaction that could only come from dominating those hopeless lowly souls beneath her? It was what Jade wanted, too, wasn't it? She had told Danielle to do this to her - to dominate her, to control her, to show her what little mercy she had planned for her had her plans come to pass. The redhead had Jade at her mercy, her limp body giving no resistance at all as she pinned her face beneath her hips and watched for the moment those last gasps of air would leave her. It was the sight she'd seen many times, and the sight she hoped to see many more times. The sight she wanted to see here. So why...was she hesitating?

She blinked, staring down at the girl laid beneath her. She bit her lip, trying to remind herself of why she was here and what she was doing. It would do no good to get lost in her own thoughts, and this wasn't the time to reflect. Sure, Jade might have made her feel more wanted and accepted than ever before, but dwelling on that now could only hold her back. She needed to be bold, smug, in control - it was what Jade needed from her! The Frenchwoman tensed, her shoulders trembling as her teeth clenched in frustration. Why now? Why, in the moment she needed more than ever to be strong, was she hesitating? Why was she letting her emotions hold her back? Was she truly so hopeless that even now, when she needed to be the dominant one, she couldn't even bring that out of herself? Maybe she truly had gone too soft. But why now?

Then, however, Danielle felt Jade's hand tap against her thigh - a signal of submission, and a cue for Dani to let up. She hadn't even gotten started on all she had planned for Jade, but it seemed like that would have to wait. With a sigh, Danielle lifted her hips off of Jade's face, rolling aside to turn to face her on her hands and knees. "What...do you want-!?" she grumbled. She wasn't here to let such talk waste her time. But Jade was the one in control - and what she wanted, Danielle was going to abide by.