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Imogen woke to the smell of pancakes and the feeling of sunlight warming her skin.
She slowly blinked her eyes open, stretching her body as she took in her surroundings. This was not her room, she thought, glancing around at the clutter, the sunlight coming through a huge window, and… oh.
Right, this was Beauregard’s room. The sight of herself twisted in sheets reflected in the huge mirror above the bed jogged her memory, and her cheeks flushed pink as she remembered the events of the last night. She hadn’t let loose like that in a long, long time.
“Morning.” Beau said, appearing in the doorway with two plates of pancakes and two glasses of juice on a tray. She crossed the room as Imogen sat up, gathering the sheets around herself. Beau hadn’t bothered to dress, although Imogen supposed it was her house.
“Thank you.” Imogen muttered, reaching for her plate.
“No problem. It’s the least I can do after that night you gave me.” Beau replied with a sly smile, sitting opposite Imogen as she began to eat.
“Stop.” Imogen laughed, tossing a blueberry in Beau’s direction, which Beau easily caught. “It was certainly fun, darlin’, but I didn’t do any more work than you did. You’re very…” she swallowed, a memory of Beau’s legs on Imogen’s shoulders entering her mind unbidden. “You’re very athletic.”
Beau snorted, tossing the blueberry back at her. “Yeah, I am.” She smirked, watching as Imogen raised a bite of pancake to her lips. Imogen paused, then placed the bite into her mouth. Beau’s eyes were sparkling with something feral, and Imogen’s cheeks got hot as the full force of Beau’s gaze was leveled at her.
“I could show you how athletic I really am.” Beau said lowly, setting her fork down. “I like to go again in the mornings. I could show you a really good time, Imogen. If you’re into it.” She clarified, holding her hands up as if surrendering.
Imogen swallowed thickly, setting her fork down as well. “I… could be convinced.” She began, eyes flickering between Beau’s eyes and her breasts, holding the sheet tight around herself. “What are your rules?”
“One, you call me sir. I’m into it, I don’t know why. Two, you ask permission before you do anything. This includes talking, making noise, crying… any of it. I’m in charge right now. Three, you don’t cum unless given permission.”
“Seems intense.” Imogen whispered, her body warming as Beau spoke. “Do you do-“
“Over stimulation? Not in the way you’re thinking. I like edging and that’s… a different situation. If that’s something you’re comfortable with, I’ll make you see galaxies.” Beau said, moving the breakfast tray to the bedside table.
“Im pretty comfortable-“ Imogen said breathlessly as Beau began to crawl over to her, looking almost feral as she loomed over Imogen, fingers fisting in the sheet.
“Color?” Beau said, hovering inches from Imogen’s lips.
“Green, sir.”
“You learn quick.” Beau grinned, and kissed Imogen fiercely, ripping the sheet from her body roughly.
The cold air hitting her skin caused Imogen to gasp, allowing Beau the opportunity to lick into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of breast as she pressed Imogen down into the mattress.
Imogen’s spine arched, moaning into Beau’s mouth before it turned into a yelp of pain and Beau twisted her nipple hard, sending a jolt of pain through her chest.
“What did I say about making noise, pet? Good girls ask permission.”
“How can I ask if I can’t talk?” Imogen asked, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
“Guess you’ll just have to get creative, huh? Can you manage that?” Beau said, mimicking Imogen’s accent back to her in a way that made her flush red from the tips of her ears down to her chest, nodding curtly.
“Good girl.” Beau said, eyes raking over her body as she ran the tips of her fingers from Imogen’s clavicle down her sternum to her stomach, sitting back on her heels as her fingers ghosted just above Imogen’s cunt, smiling to herself.
Imogen’s body was on fire and she hadn’t even been touched yet. She squirmed, biting her lip hard as to not make sound. This was an unexpected barrier, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. It couldn’t possibly be that difficult.
She was swiftly proven incorrect when Beau’s fingers met her clit, immediately moving in quick circles. Imogen’s body squeaked, hips jumping, and was surprised when Beau stopping her ministrations to grab Imogen’s hips and swiftly pin them to the bed, landing one sharp slap to the inside of Imogen’s thigh. Imogen bit down hard on her lip, looking down at Beau with a mix of anger and arousal swimming in her eyes.
“This is such a change for you, pet.” Beau said, returning her fingers to Imogen’s clit. “You were so confident and put together last night. It’s a pretty solid act you’ve got going, you know. It’s hot.” She said, and Imogen watched her face twist into a smirk as she beheld Imogen’s face, flushed with effort as she tried not to make noise.
“I think this act works for you too, though. Nothing I love more than a beautiful woman underneath me.” She said, casually using her other hand to touch herself.
Imogen’s back arched, panting under her breath as her body prepared for climax, toes curling, eyes fluttering, and then-
Beau’s fingers were gone, replaced with cold air. Imogen screamed, fury in her eyes as she sat up, orgasm absolutely ruined. Beau looked altogether too proud of herself, her smirk intensifying as she leaned forward and grabbed Imogen by the throat, pressing her back.
Imogen’s breath caught in her throat for a moment, unsure what to say or do when she suddenly felt a sharp slap to her cunt that made her jump. She had not been expecting that.
“Color?” Beau asked, pressing hot kisses down Imogen’s throat. Imogen clenched her fists, shifting to make Beau look at her. Without saying a word, she nodded, rolling her hips up into Beau’s hand. Beau grinned, cupping her as she pressed a kiss to her lips.
“That’s a good girl, Imogen.” Beau said, middle finger teasing at her entrance. “Don’t worry, pet, I won’t draw it out too long.
Something you should know about me, “darlin’”-“ she said teasingly. “Is that I’m very patient.”
•••••
Patience was an understatement.
Over the next half an hour, Imogen was tortured by Beau’s deft fingers, pressing deep inside her and playing with her g-spot until her whole body tensed in preparation for an orgasm that was swiftly taken from her time and time again.
What’s worse, after the second denial of this kind, Beau had decided to have some fun.
“How many was that, pet?” She asked after another half hour, licking Imogen off her fingers as she nodded the okay for the other girl to speak.
Imogen spoke then, voice raspy. “Five, sir.”
“Good girl. How many more?”
“Whatever you want, sir.” Imogen said breathlessly. This answer seemed to please Beau a great deal, as she licked her lips and slid onto her stomach, licking a stripe from Imogen’s entrance to her swollen clit.
“You’re soaked, pet. Do you get this wet for every pretty girl?” Beau asked, deep blue eyes twinkling as she stared at Imogen from between her legs.
“No sir.” Imogen gasped, hips twitching beneath Beau’s hands.
“Good answer. Quiet now, this is gonna be the hard part for you, I think.” Beau said, and began her work.
Beau’s flattened tongue dragged across Imogen’s cunt slowly, her fingers teasing again at her entrance. Lips wrapped around her clit and she sucked, causing a strangled breath to escape from Imogen, for which she received a sharp smack to the side of her thigh as Beau’s fingers plunged into her again, three time time.
Imogen was completely wrapped up in Beau, unable to process anything that wasn’t the feeling of her mouth on her. She wanted more. She needed more. She needed to cum.
A sixth, then a seventh orgasm slipped away from her, and silent tears were sliding down her face unbidden, earning her a few sharp slaps to her thighs and breasts. After the seventh, she bucked her hips to dislodge Beau’s lips.
Beau looked up at her, chin drenched and lips shining as she watched Imogen desperately try to convey her need to cum through her eyes.
“Oh, you wanna cum, huh? Do you deserve it, pet?”
Imogen nodded frantically, hoping her desperation permeated Beau’s rock solid persona. She needed to cum in the next five minutes or she was sure she was going to absolutely die.
“Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I need it.” Imogen said, voice rough from lack of use. “Please sir, I’ll do anything if I can just cum, I’ve been so good and I think I’ll die if I don’t-“
Beau sat up as Imogen spoke, her fingers beginning a furious pace around her clit, making her wail, her whole body on fire.
“Can I? Can I please, please please please-”
“Cum.” Beau said simply, watching Imogen’s face as she finally came, more fluid than had ever previously come out of Imogen squirting out onto Beau’s sheets.
“A squirter, huh? That’s new.” Beau said, slowing her fingers gradually as Imogen blinked rapidly, trying to force her body to stay awake.
“I-I didn’t know I could do that.” Imogen said shakily, flinching away from Beau’s hand.
“First time for everything, I guess.” Beau chuckled, leaning over Imogen’s limp body to press slow kisses to her lips, reaching up to grope at her tits as she slotted a knee between her legs.
Imogen made a small noise of protest, and Beau pulled back, brushing damp hair from Imogen’s forehead. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
Imogen’s eyes widened, a shiver going down her spine. “We aren’t?”
“We can be, if you want to be.“ she said earnestly, pressing a kiss to Imogen’s forehead. “But if I’m being honest, I want to reward my pretty pet with my cock.” She said, dragging her lips down to Imogen’s ear as a hand began to roam the other girls body again.
“I want to watch you watch yourself as I split you open on my cock. I want to hear you beg for it, call it a taste of your own medicine. I want to fuck you so hard you black out. I want you to tell me who owns your pussy.”
Imogen felt heat building between her legs again, goosebumps erupting all across her body as Beau’s words were whispered against the shell of her ear. She ground herself down against Beau’s muscled thigh, letting out a low, deep moan.
“I want you inside of me, sir. Use me.” She whispered, gasping sharply as Beau grabbed her chin, biting down on a soft spot by her jaw.
“Face down, ass up.” She growled, and suddenly she was gone, leaving Imogen shivering in the middle of the bed. Her whole body trembled with the effort of movement as she hauled herself onto her knees. She saw Beau by the window, tightened the buckles on a strap now fitted with a dildo that matched Beau’s skin perfectly. Imogen felt a rush of heat to her core and she slid her top half down onto the mattress, raising her hips as far as they could go.
Seconds blurred into minutes that could have been hours as far as Imogen was concerned. In these moments of quiet, she found that her mind had eased itself into a comfortable, mindless headspace, pliant and willing to please Beau. It could have been days before Imogen felt the press of lubricated silicone at her entrance, and felt Beau’s rough, strong hands on her hips.
“Good girl, pet. You look so pretty like this.” Beau said. “You wanna tell me what you need?”
“Need your cock.” Imogen said, words muffled by the mattress. She heard Beau suck her teeth disapprovingly before there was a hand in her hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling back. Imogen whimpered as she arched to release some of the pressure.
“I don’t think I heard you.” Beau said, voice low and almost threatening in a way that made Imogen impossibly wetter.
“I need your cock!” Imogen cried, gasping as she tried to move back onto the strap. “I need you inside me, sir, need you to cum inside me-“
She was cut off by a sudden scream as the meat of her ass met Beau’s hips, the impact of a thrust that buried Beau deep inside her. The dildo slid into her with ease, and Beau was far from gentle now as she began to fuck Imogen with the same intensity that she had begged for Imogen’s cock the night before. Imogen was learning that Beau was that intense about just about everything she did, and she certainly wasn’t complaining.
Beau pushed Imogen’s face into the mattress with the hand in her hair, using the leverage to angle herself in a way that had Imogen gasping and moaning with a carelessness she hadn’t felt in years. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d truly been fucked, and gods if it didn’t feel good.
“Oh my gods-“ she screamed, another orgasm ripping through her, but Beau kept going. Imogen sobbed into the mattress, her entire body almost too sensitive, but Beau’s pace quickened somehow, chasing the over sensitivity away with each stroke, her powerful thighs bracing against Imogen, her hips snapping against her ass each time with a lewd smack.
Suddenly it all stopped, and Imogen nearly screamed, but suddenly strong arms had encircled her and flipped her suddenly onto her back. She was greeted with a debauched sight as her gaze landed on her reflection in Beau’s canopy mirror.
Her purple hair was tangled and splayed out around her in a halo, accenting the redness of her cheeks and the red of her eyes from crying. In between her thighs was visibly drenched, almost all the way down to her knees. The inside and outside of her thighs were covered in red handprints from Beau’s discipline, and there were finger shaped bruises where Beau had gripped her tits, and some more forming around her hips.
Her chest heaved as she watched Beau in the mirror as the other woman lined herself up again, pushing Imogen’s legs as far apart as they’d go, and thrust into her again.
“You look so good, pet.” Beau said lowly, following her gaze up to the mirror. “You’re the prettiest toy I’ve ever had. You make the sexiest sounds and god your tits are perfect.” Beau said, leaning further over her, pressing Imogen’s legs further back, thighs nearly touching her chest.
“And so flexible too.” Beau purred, thrusts becoming slower and deeper. Imogen let out a long, drawn out moan, digging her nails into Beau’s biceps. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, sir-“ Imogen gasped, shaking under Beau as she came for a third time, sobbing as Beau fucked her through it and just kept going, chasing her own pleasure as Imogen writhed under her, an object for Beau to use to pleasure herself. She’d never felt more alive.
“Tell me what you want, Imogen.” Beau ordered, rubbing her swollen clit roughly as her hips stuttered, nearing orgasm.
“I want you to cum inside me-“ Imogen said, eyes nearly glazed over as she watched Beau’s cock piston in and out of her in the mirror.
“You want my baby, huh?” Beau laughed, groaning as her hips snapped against Imogen’s ass.
“I want your baby-“ Imogen moaned, a sound that quickly turned to a scream as Beau came against the strap, fucking herself and Imogen through one final orgasm. Imogen saw the look on her face and heard Beau’s final moan before she saw white, and slipped into unconsciousness.
•••••
For the second time that day, Imogen awoke to the smell of pancakes.
She opened her eyes to a darkened room, the sun beginning to set out Beau’s window. She shifted, surprised to find herself clean and warm, dressed in soft shorts and an old t-shirt.
“Beau?” She called hoarsely. She heard a plate hit the counter a few moments before Beau was in the doorway, smiling warmly at her.
“Hey there princess.” She said, crossing the room to sit beside Imogen on the bed. “You got some good sleep?”
“How long was I out for? Did you… wash me?” Imogen asked, touching the shirt.
“You slept for about five hours. I just used a washcloth and got you some clothes. You did so good, baby, I left you hanging for a long time. I hope it was good for you.” Beau said, running a soft, soothing hand through Imogen’s hair. She shuddered, leaning into the touch.
“No one’s ever had me like that.” She said, blinking up at Beau. “It was… unbelievable, Beau. You’re really so good at that.”
“Like I said, I have a lot of patience.” Beau winked. “It helps when the girl under me is as sweet and willing as you. You know just what to say to get me going, baby.”
Imogen flushed, shrugging. “Well, I don’t know about that.” She said, glancing out the window. “What time is it?”
“About seven. You can stay over, if you’d like. I remade the pancakes and I own Pride and Prejudice if you’d maybe wanna…?”
Imogen grinned, pushing herself to sitting. “Like… a date?”
Beau flushed, eyes darting around the room. “It doesn’t have to be-“
“Naw, I asked a question, darlin’.” Imogen said sweetly, taking Beau’s chin in her hand. “Is it a date?”
“I’d like it to be.” Beau admitted quietly.
“Then it’s a date.” Imogen smiled, hand shifting to gently brush across Beau’s cheek. “You’re shy now? I told you to give me a baby a few hours ago but you’re flustered over asking me out?”
Beau laughed, turning to kiss the inside of Imogen’s wrist. “I don’t know. Plenty of people have loved the sex but hated the dating me part.”
“I doubt I’ll be among that number, darlin’. You’re such a gentleman, and you made me pancakes. Twice.” Imogen laughed, cupping Beau’s cheeks in both hands.
“So… it’s a date then?” Beau asked, eyes darting nervously from Imogen’s eyes to her lips.
“It’s a date.” She said, pulling Beau to her to capture her lips in a tender kiss, soft a slow where their others had been hard and fast. Imogen felt electric as Beau’s body melted into her, lips soft and eager, hands finding the skin of her waist under the shirt.
“Carry me to the couch and feed me a pancake,” Imogen said as she pulled away. “And I’ll let you do whatever you want to this prime real estate.” She said, tapping her smooth, nearly unblemished neck. Beau grinned, easily scooping Imogen into her arms.
“Promise?” She asked, already beginning her trek to the kitchen.
“I promise.”