Plastered Passions

Chapter 1: Breakfast Bites

Claudie sat at the small, sunlit kitchen table, her arms encased in stark white plaster from wrist to nearly armpit, rendering her utterly dependent. The morning light streamed through the window, casting golden streaks across her sharp cheekbones and glinting off the frustration in her emerald eyes. Across from her, Carlotta, with her raven-black hair pulled into a messy bun, smirked as she held a spoonful of creamy yogurt just out of reach.

'Open wide, darling,' Carlotta teased, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. 'Or are you planning to starve just to spite me?'

Claudie rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. 'If I had use of my hands, I’d shove that spoon somewhere you wouldn’t like. Keep taunting me, Lotta, and see what happens when these casts come off.'

Carlotta chuckled, leaning closer, her dark eyes flashing with mischief. 'Oh, I’m trembling. But until then, you’re at my mercy. So, behave, or I might just eat this myself.' She dipped the spoon into the yogurt again, deliberately slow, letting a drop linger on the edge before bringing it to Claudie’s lips.

Claudie’s gaze locked onto Carlotta’s, a spark of defiance igniting. 'You’re enjoying this way too much. What’s next? You gonna bathe me too?'

'Only if you ask nicely,' Carlotta shot back, her grin wicked. 'Though I’d wager you’d look damn good all wet and dripping, helpless as a kitten.'

A flush crept up Claudie’s neck, but she held her ground, her voice low and challenging. 'Keep talking, Lotta. You’re the one who’ll be sweating when I get my hands back. I’ve got plans for that smart mouth of yours.'

Carlotta’s breath hitched, but she masked it with a laugh, leaning in so close their noses nearly brushed. 'Promises, promises. But right now, I’m the one in control. So, eat up, or I’ll find other ways to keep you fed.' Her tone dipped, suggestive, as she finally slipped the spoon into Claudie’s mouth, watching her lips close around it with an intensity that made the air between them crackle.

Claudie swallowed, her eyes never leaving Carlotta’s, the tension building like a storm about to break. 'You’re playing a dangerous game,' she murmured, her voice husky. 'I might be down, but I’m not out. Keep pushing, and I’ll have you panting before breakfast is over.'

Carlotta’s smirk faltered for a split second, her own pulse quickening. She set the spoon down, her fingers brushing Claudie’s jaw as she leaned even closer, her whisper hot against Claudie’s ear. 'Try me, babe. I’m already halfway to horny just watching you glare at me like that.'

The room seemed to shrink, the heat between them rising as Carlotta’s hand lingered on Claudie’s skin, her touch a promise of more. Claudie’s breath came faster, her chest rising and falling with barely contained desire, the casts on her arms suddenly feeling less like a cage and more like a challenge. Their lips were inches apart, the unspoken dare hanging heavy—until Carlotta’s fingers slid down Claudie’s neck, and the first spark of something explosive ignited.