They didn't go back to the apartment that night.
Mia locked the café early, dragged Elena to the storage room in the back—narrow shelves of coffee bags, a single bulb overhead, the faint smell of roasted beans and sex.
She pushed Elena against the wall, kissed her until their lips were swollen, then dropped to her knees.
"Spread," she ordered.
Elena obeyed, skirt hiked, one leg hooked over Mia's shoulder.
Mia ate her like she was trying to crawl inside her—tongue fucking deep, nose grinding against her clit, hands spreading Elena wide. Elena's fingers tangled in Mia's hair, hips grinding shamelessly against her face.
When Elena came the first time she nearly collapsed; Mia held her up, licking her through it until Elena was whimpering from overstimulation.
Then Mia stood, spun her around, bent her over a stack of boxes.
"Hands behind your back."
Elena complied. Mia used a length of soft packing twine from the shelf—quick, efficient knots around her wrists. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind her she couldn't escape.
Mia slid the strap back inside her from behind, slow this time, letting Elena feel every ridge. She fucked her in long, punishing strokes—pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in until Elena's toes curled.
"Tell me you're mine," Mia rasped, one hand sliding around to pinch Elena's nipples through her shirt.
"I'm yours—fuck, I'm yours—"
Mia slapped her ass—sharp, stinging. "Again."
"I'm yours, Mia—only yours—please—"
Mia reached down, rubbed Elena's clit fast and hard. Elena shattered, coming so violently her knees buckled. Mia caught her, kept thrusting through the spasms, drawing out a second, then a third orgasm until Elena was crying, begging, a soaking mess.
When Mia finally untied her, Elena turned and dropped to her knees without being asked.
She took the strap in her mouth—tasting herself all over it—sucking eagerly while looking up at Mia with wet, wrecked eyes.
Mia groaned, fingers carding through Elena's hair. "Such a good fucking girl."
Elena pulled off with a wet pop. "Fuck me with your mouth again. I want to come on your tongue while I tell you how much I love you."
Mia's breath hitched.
They ended up on the floor—Elena on her back, legs over Mia's shoulders, Mia's mouth sealed over her pussy again. Elena talked the whole time—breathless, filthy confessions.
"I love you—fuck—I love how you own me—how you make me come until I can't think—how you looked at Claire like she was nothing—because she is nothing compared to you—"
Mia moaned against her clit, the vibration sending Elena over the edge again.
Afterward they lay tangled on the cold concrete, breathing hard, hearts hammering in sync.
Mia pressed a kiss to Elena's temple. "Love you too. Fucking idiot that I am."
Elena laughed, soft and shaky. "My idiot."
They stayed like that until the rain stopped.
But in the quiet, Elena felt the shift—something deeper than lust settling into her bones.
This wasn't just sex anymore.
This was hers.
And she was never letting go.