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Lan Zhan is being so mean to her today. It’s not Wei Ying’s fault that she started begging for Lan Zhan’s dick the moment she woke up—for one thing, she woke up with her tits in Lan Zhan’s mouth, and also, fine, so she always wants Lan Zhan’s strap, sue her. Anyone would. Lan Zhan fucks her so good, shouldn’t she take responsibility?
Maybe Wei Ying had been kind of a brat about it. Lan Zhan had freelance work to do today, and after the third time Wei Ying slung herself into Lan Zhan’s lap to whine about how empty her pussy was, she bent Wei Ying over her lap and spanked her, hard, startling Wei Ying quiet. Lan Zhan gathered Wei Ying’s hands behind her back, holding them there, and with her other hand she yanked down Wei Ying’s shorts and underwear, baring her ass. She hit Wei Ying leisurely, rubbing with her hand after each strike, spreading the ache, ignoring the way Wei Ying squirmed. Then she told her to strip, stay on the couch, and wait.
Wei Ying’s smugness about convincing Lan Zhan so easily didn’t last. Instead of bringing out her strap to fuck Wei Ying the way she deserved, thanks very much, Lan Zhan came back with the dildo with the suction cup on the end. Wei Ying hadn’t fucked that one yet. It was huge, and a pretty dainty lavender color, a total contradiction. So far, Lan Zhan had always liked fucking Wei Ying herself too much to bother with it. Except for today, apparently, because Lan Zhan got it positioned on the coffee table and then beckoned Wei Ying over.
She didn’t even warm Wei Ying up for it, just slicked up the dildo and then settled Wei Ying onto it, pushing her inexorably down, making her sit on her cock. Wei Ying whined the whole time, begged Lan Zhan to slow down, to take pity on her, and Lan Zhan just told her to take it, told her it was what she’d been begging for, told her she had to. She seated Wei Ying fully on the toy and then sat back to watch her pant and writhe. Lan Zhan had tied her hands behind her back, her forearms pressed together, and it pushed Wei Ying’s tits out, left her fully exposed to her hot gaze.
So now Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch, typing away on her laptop, occasionally looking up from her work to make sure that Wei Ying is still riding the toy. She tells her to do it faster or slower, reaches out and digs her fingernails into Wei Ying’s nipples until she cries out, her hips stuttering as Lan Zhan looks on coolly.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whines. The toy is so big inside her, and it aches every time she bottoms out. Her thighs are burning, but whenever she tries to take a rest, Lan Zhan bites her, or slaps her breast in the way that makes Wei Ying startle and tear up, or threatens to go do the shopping and leave Wei Ying here, tied up and helpless and shuddering on her cock. “Lan Zhan, please, don’t you want to touch me? What are you doing over there?”
“Working,” Lan Zhan says mildly.
“Mean,” Wei Ying says. “You’re so mean to me.”
Lan Zhan doesn’t answer. She looks up from her laptop, pausing for long enough that Wei Ying gets her hopes up. “Harder,” Lan Zhan says. “Your tits should be bouncing.”
Before they got together, Wei Ying would never have believed Lan Zhan could talk like this. They did a lot of stuff in bed she never would have believed. Past Wei Ying was an idiot. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying moans, desolate and scandalized. She fucks herself harder, though, does what Lan Zhan asked; if Lan Zhan wants to watch her tits bounce then Wei Ying will give it to her. She can feel Lan Zhan’s gaze on her, hot like lightning, and—and her tits are bouncing, gently, with the force of her thrusts. Wei Ying has smaller breasts than Lan Zhan does, and Lan Zhan is always so mean to them, playing with her nipples until Wei Ying is crying. It makes Wei Ying clench down against the toy, the way Lan Zhan is watching her, the way she can’t get away from it at all.
“Good,” Lan Zhan says, and finally, finally, she sets her laptop aside. She doesn’t reach out to touch Wei Ying, though. She unzips her slacks and pushes her hand inside, propping one leg up on the couch to give herself better access. Wei Ying still can’t see anything at all, though. Lan Zhan’s still got her pretty lace underwear on.
“No fair,” Wei Ying says. She wriggles her arms behind her back, getting exactly nowhere. “Lan Zhan, Lan er-jiejie, Zhan-er, I want to touch you, I want to taste you, please—”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
“That too,” Wei Ying says, “what’re you so far away for, sweetheart, are you really not going to fuck me?”
“It’s not up to you when I fuck you,” Lan Zhan says. “You’re all for me, aren’t you?” There’s something so hot and smoky in the way she says it, the words floating up and hanging heavy in the room, lasting and hazy.
“Yes,” Wei Ying says. She realizes she’s slowed down, and she starts moving her hips faster again, setting her breasts bouncing again. Lan Zhan’s lip curls just slightly. “Yes, Lan Zhan, I’m all yours.”
“My beautiful toy,” Lan Zhan says. “You’re perfect. I want to watch you.” She keeps rubbing at herself, and Wei Ying pants, Lan Zhan is so hot, all covered up and just stunning, her hand down her pants, getting herself off by watching Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan touches herself lazily for a little while, and Wei Ying tries to be good for her, she really tries, but her thighs are so sore and she can’t keep up the pace. She flushes hard when she thinks it, but she can’t keep her tits bouncing for Lan Zhan, not like this, with her hands tied behind her making it hard for her to keep her balance.
Lan Zhan notices. She takes her hand from between her legs and stands up. Wei Ying whimpers when Lan Zhan takes her chin in her clean hand and feeds her wet fingers into Wei Ying’s mouth, fucking them in and out, rubbing them against her tongue.
“One moment,” Lan Zhan says, once they’re clean, and she leaves to go into the bedroom. Wei Ying squirms, hitching her hips up in little aborted thrusts. It’s too hard to ride the toy fully but she can’t stop moving, she’s so sensitive just from Lan Zhan’s eyes, from the huge cock inside her, from how much she wants to come, from how much she wants Lan Zhan to come while watching her.
True to her word, Lan Zhan is back quickly. She didn’t take off her clothes, which Wei Ying had kind of been hoping for. If she brought anything with her, Wei Ying doesn’t see it. She’s a little distracted, anyway; Lan Zhan steps in front of her, looming over her with her piercing gaze, and Wei Ying can’t do anything but stare up at her, mouth open.
Lan Zhan leans down and puts her hands on Wei Ying’s hips, forcing her all the way down onto the toy, stilling them. Wei Ying whines, stretched out and aching. Lan Zhan shushes her, squeezing her thighs. She presses one hand between Wei Ying’s legs, feeling around her rim, where she’s stretched wide open. “You wanted to be fucked,” Lan Zhan observes. “Are you not enjoying it?”
“I am,” Wei Ying says, “I am, Lan Zhan, I am, but I can’t, I’m tired, it’s not enough, please—”
Lan Zhan kisses her, one hand tight at the back of her neck, her nails digging in. Her other hand stays on Wei Ying’s pussy, feeling her lips, the stretch of the dildo, the way Wei Ying is soaking wet around it. Wei Ying whimpers, and Lan Zhan bites her lip slowly.
“It’s enough,” Lan Zhan says. She cups Wei Ying’s breasts, rubbing her thumbs hard over her nipples. She pinches them, her eyes hot on Wei Ying as she moans, fucking herself down on the toy. “You’re so pretty for me,” she says. “Writhing on my cock.” She leans forward and bites at Wei Ying’s nipple, not at all gently, turning it into a sucking, aching kiss. “I should keep you like this all day, so you can’t make trouble.” She pulls back, still caressing Wei Ying. “I’d rough up your tits first. Get them all red and swollen for me.”
To that end, she starts kneading Wei Yings breasts, digging in her fingernails. She leaves biting kisses all over them, worrying the delicate skin between her teeth. Wei Ying keens, her arms struggling against the ropes, trying to get away. “It hurts, Lan Zhan, it hurts, you have to stop, it really hurts.”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan says, agreeing, and she bites her harder. Lan Zhan gets such an intense look in her eyes when she hurts Wei Ying, when she makes her whimper and cry. It’s amazing. It’s like being the center of the universe, making Lan Zhan look that way.
Finally, finally, Lan Zhan gives her a reprieve, sitting back and sliding her hand into the pocket of her slacks. She pulls out a pair of nipple clamps—that must have been what she was getting in the bedroom. They’re beautiful, the prettiest ones Lan Zhan owns. There are two outer rings in the shape of flowers with four adjustable screws going inward, and a chain connecting them.
Lan Zhan cups one of her breasts in her hands, squeezing it gently. She puts on the first clamp carefully, taking her time to adjust each of the screws, tightening it up. She watches as Wei Ying moans as the ache starts to spread. She can’t keep still, her arms straining against the ropes, her hips hitching up, rubbing the cock inside her against her walls. Lan Zhan puts the other clamp on without giving her any time to recover, just digging her fingernails into the meat of Wei Ying’s ass, telling her to keep still.
Wei Ying does her best, panting, as Lan Zhan tightens the second clamp. When she’s done she sits back, satisfied, admiring her work. Wei Ying looks down too. Her tits are bruised and red all over, and the clamps look beautiful against her abused skin, shining silver.
“Perfect,” Lan Zhan says. She tugs hard on the chain, making Wei Ying jolt and yelp. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” Wei Ying says. “Good, Lan Zhan, it hurts, you made them too tight, I’m going to be so messed up tomorrow, you’ll have to massage my tits to make them feel better—”
Lan Zhan smacks over one of her breasts, hard, and Wei Ying cries out, swaying forward. Lan Zhan steadies her with an iron grip, and holds her tight as she hits her other breast. Wei Ying can’t take it, she really can’t take it, Lan Zhan is so mean to her. She’s taking in deep gasping breaths, not so much crying as tears are just leaking out of her. Lan Zhan hits her a few more times, rubbing hard over the clamps, playing with the chain, tugging on it gently for a while before she pulls.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whimpers. “Lan Zhan, you’re hurting me.”
She leans in and kisses over each of the clamps lightly, tonguing over Wei Ying’s nipples. Her tongue is hot, making Wei Ying whimper. “Good,” she says, against the damp skin of Wei Ying’s breast. “Wei Ying hurts very beautifully for me.”
She runs proprietary hands over Wei Ying’s body, up and down her sides, over her stomach, along her trembling thighs. Wei Ying stares at her, mesmerized, her thoughts going slow and syrupy. Lan Zhan rubs her fingers over her pussy again, where she’s all swollen and hot. Wei Ying moans, and Lan Zhan pinches her clit, hard, startling a much louder cry out of her. Lan Zhan teases her clit mercilessly, pressing hard circles against it with her knuckles before tugging on it sharply, rubbing the slick hood between two fingers. Wei Ying twists, her voice going high and wavering. If Lan Zhan keeps touching her like this she’ll come, she’ll come stretched around the big cock Lan Zhan put her on, “Please, Lan Zhan, please please please let me—”
Lan Zhan sits back, the look on her face very satisfied. Wei Ying can’t help but whine, her pussy clenching uselessly against the dildo inside of her, her neglected clit throbbing. Fuck, she was so close, Lan Zhan always knows when she’s close. Lan Zhan presses her hand back between her own legs, spreading them and leaning back on one hand. Her movements are still obscured by her clothes, and it just makes Wei Ying ache for her more.
“Fuck yourself for me,” she says, her voice almost disinterested. It makes fresh tears spring to Wei Ying’s eyes, but she does it, she does it, she can’t do anything but what Lan Zhan says. She can’t do it fast right now, but she can raise her hips in little miserable hitches, grinding herself down against the huge girth of the toy. The chain hanging between her breasts sways with her movements. It’s so embarrassing doing this for Lan Zhan, being something pretty for her to look at while she gets off, it always makes Wei Ying feel hot all over, her blood thumping everywhere, in her aching tits and her pussy and her throat.
Lan Zhan touches herself slowly and deliberately, watching Wei Ying shudder and cry and pant for her. She’s quiet when she comes, pressing her head back against the couch and letting out a low, satisfied hum. Wei Ying squirms on the dildo. Lan Zhan raises her head, rubbing herself a few more times as she watches her. Wei Ying’s mouth is hanging open, she’s so hungry for it when Lan Zhan presses her fingers to her lips, letting Wei Ying taste her. She moans around Lan Zhan’s fingers, sucking on them hard. Every part of her is throbbing.
“Good girl,” Lan Zhan says, and it curls in Wei Ying’s belly, hot and sweet. Lan Zhan puts her hands on Wei Ying’s hips and helps her lift herself up off the toy. Wei Ying whines through it. She was stretched so wide, she’s too empty without it. Lan Zhan makes soft shushing noises, and picks Wei Ying up like it’s nothing. She settles back on the couch with Wei Ying over her lap, on her stomach, and she runs a soothing hand up and down her ass and lower back. Wei Ying’s hands are still tied behind her, useless. She can’t do anything but let Lan Zhan look at her and feel her up. She squirms, her sore tits pressing against the rough fabric of the couch, the clamps digging into her skin.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says. Lan Zhan cups her ass and squeezes, hard. “Lan Zhan, please, you fucked me so good, I’m too empty.”
Lan Zhan makes a neutral sound, and then Wei Ying jolts as Lan Zhan shoves three fingers inside her, no build up at all.
“Fuck,” she says, “fuck, Lan Zhan, not that fast—” and Lan Zhan ignores her, fucking her with sharp thrusts of her fingers.
“Lan Zhan,” she whines. “Lan Zhan I can’t, I can’t, you have to be more gently, you have to give me something else, I can’t come just like this—”
“That’s fine,” Lan Zhan tells her. “I do not need you to come.” She pulls her fingers out, stroking tenderly over Wei Ying’s pussy, avoiding her clit as she rubs against her. Wei Ying throbs. Lan Zhan shoves her fingers back in, merciless. “Wei Ying is just a thing for me to play with. Why should I care if she comes?”
“I—Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan—” Lan Zhan ignores her, continuing to fuck her fingers in and out, pressing down hard against her. Wei Ying feels stretched open, taken, and Lan Zhan is being so mean to her. She whimpers, and Lan Zhan stops fucking her, taking her fingers out to spank her hard. Wei Ying can feel her own wetness on Lan Zhan’s fingers as she caresses her ass afterwards.
It’s so, it’s so—Wei Ying can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything but take it as Lan Zhan hits her again, and again. She rubs her face into the rough weave of the couch, and Lan Zhan settles a warm proprietary hand against the back of her neck. Wei Ying feels hot all over, totally claimed, like she really is just a thing for Lan Zhan to use. Lan Zhan keeps hitting her, spanking Wei Ying’s ass hot and red, and it always makes Wei Ying cry when she does that, big inelegant sobs, the kind of gross sex crying that Lan Zhan is into, because she’s a weird horny monster.
She spanks Wei Ying again, pulling a bubbling moan out of her, because Wei Ying is also, admittedly, a weird horny monster.
Finally Lan Zhan relents, rubbing her hand all over Wei Ying’s ass one last time, squeezing hard with her fingernails to make sure Wei Ying can really feel it. Then she starts fucking her again, three fingers, hard steady thrusts. She rubs up against Wei Ying inside, pressing against her g-spot, and Wei Ying can’t help but squirm against the pressure, even when it makes Lan Zhan tighten her hand against the back of her neck. It’s so embarrassing to be spread out like this, thrown over Lan Zhan’s lap like a toy, unable to do anything but take it.
“Please,” Wei Ying sobs, “please, please, I have to come, Lan Zhan it’s been so long, please,” and Lan Zhan just keeps fucking her, like she doesn’t care if Wei Ying comes, or that her tits are aching and bruised. It’s like she doesn’t care how Wei Ying feels at all, like she really is just a pretty little toy Lan Zhan keeps to take out and play with when she feels like it, god, Wei Ying would be so good for her like that, she’d always be ready for her—
Lan Zhan hooks her fingers, pressing hard inside Wei Ying’s pussy, and Wei Ying cries out, startled and aching. She twists her arms against the ropes, panting open-mouthed against the couch as her body tightens up, oh god, oh god, she’s going to come, just like this, oh—
It’s so intense it almost hurts, her body just pulsing and pulsing, tightening and then releasing against Lan Zhan’s fingers inside her. She doesn’t let up at all, just rubbing and rubbing at Wei Ying’s g-spot, making her clench up helplessly. Wei Yingx can feel herself whining, her thighs shaking, she didn’t know she could do that, not without something on her clit, Lan Zhan is always doing the dirtiest things to her.
She moans through it as Lan Zhan pumps her fingers a few more times, and then she takes them out. Wei Ying whines, and Lan Zhan pets over her stinging ass. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” she says. “I’m going to put you away now, I won’t leave you empty.”
Wei Ying is totally boneless as Lan Zhan picks her up again, arranging her back on the coffee table, god, oh god, she’s just going to—she just slides Wei Ying right back onto the toy, on her knees, spread open.
“There you go,” Lan Zhan says tenderly, her hands running possessively over Wei Ying’s skin, making sure she’s balanced on her knees. “I have some more work to do, baby. You can be nice and quiet and pretty for me, can’t you?”
Wei Ying licks her lips. She nods.
“Good girl,” Lan Zhan says. She leans in to kiss Wei Ying on the mouth, and then she hums to herself, tilting Wei Ying’s chin in her hands.
She picks up the chain between the nipple clamps and raises it. Wei Ying squirms as it lifts her tits, pulling at her nipples, and her eyes go wide when Lan Zhan pushes her fingers into her mouth, still holding the chain. She keeps them there until Wei Ying closes her mouth, and then she pulls them out, leaving the chain behind.
“Good,” Lan Zhan says again. Her eyes are so hot and dark. Wei Ying’s nipples are throbbing, hot pulses where the chain is tugging at them. Wei Ying can’t think about how she looks like this, her mind absolutely cannot process it, it’s so—so slutty, kneeling here with a dildo stretching her open and her tits pinched and lifted and her arms behind her back, all just so Lan Zhan can have something nice to look at. She shudders, breathing out hard through her nose.
Lan Zhan settles herself gracefully onto the floor between the couch and the coffee table, setting her laptop between Wei Ying’s legs. She must have abandoned it on the floor earlier. Wei Ying feels molten, trembling, weighed down and heavy. She doesn’t move as Lan Zhan opens her laptop, beginning to type almost immediately. Lan Zhan always gets so many emails, and she keeps her inbox so neat. She can barely look at all the red notification icons on Wei Ying’s phone without getting anxious.
Wei Ying will be good. She’ll let Lan Zhan get her work done. Every few minutes Lan Zhan looks up at her, surveying her—her toy—just making sure Wei Ying is safe and folded up where she put her away. Wei Ying is good for her, Wei Ying doesn’t whine or beg for her attention, she just breathes through the hot ache at the center of her and is still and good and quiet.
Time doesn’t really seem like a thing that exists anymore, so Wei Ying has no idea how long she stays there, being a pretty thing for Lan Zhan. She hears when Lan Zhan snaps her laptop closed, though, setting it aside.
Lan Zhan stays on the floor, but she sits up to rub up and down Wei Ying’s thighs, leaning in to kiss her clit slow and soft and hot, swirling her tongue. “Good girl,” she says, and then she kisses Wei Ying’s pussy again, sucking hard. Wei Ying moans, muffled because she can’t open her mouth without dropping the chain. Lan Zhan’s hands are so heavy on her thighs, it’s like she’s caught in amber, she can’t move at all, she just has to stay there as Lan Zhan licks at her clit and around where her pussy is stretched around the dildo, the most agonizing way Wei Ying has ever been eaten out.
It nearly hurts to come this time, with Lan Zhan licking her through it, her tongue moving in insistent circles. Wei Ying shakes as it rolls over her, her mouth clamped shut, tears prickling at her eyes.
“Good,” Lan Zhan, her voice heavy, wrapping around Wei Ying like a blanket. “You were so good, Wei Ying.”
She stands up and unties Wei Ying’s arms, massaging them as she goes. She raises them to her own shoulders, giving Wei Ying something to hold on to. Then Lan Zhan kisses her, hot and wet and consuming, and she sits back to undo the nipple clamps. Wei Ying whines as they come off, her tits swollen and aching. Lan Zhan presses a soft kiss to each of her nipples, and even the drag of her tongue is too rough, it hurts. “Beautiful,” Lan Zhan says. “Your tits should always be sore for me.”
Wei Ying’s hands tighten on her shoulders. Honestly, who says stuff like that? So what if it makes her hot all over. Lan Zhan is so obsessed with Wei Ying’s tits that she should be embarrassed, but somehow Wei Ying is always the one who ends up feeling dirty. Lan Zhan brings her hands up to cup Wei Ying’s breasts, pressing her thumbs to her nipples, rubbing circles there, and Wei Ying keens, pressing her hot face into Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “I can’t,” she moans, “it’s too much, Lan Zhan, I can’t take it.”
“You can take it,” Lan Zhan says, squeezing her tits, rolling her aching nipples under her thumbs. “You’re mine. I want to keep playing with you.”
Wei Ying sobs, shaking her head, and Lan Zhan keeps touching her, caressing Wei Ying’s tits like they belong to her. Her fingers are gentle until they aren’t, until her fingers pinch at Wei Ying’s nipples, making sure they really will be all bruised and sore tomorrow.
Finally she presses a kiss to Wei Ying’s temple and lets her go. She steadies Wei Ying, who is finely shaking all over now, and pulls her off the toy. Wei Ying’s legs are shaking when she tries to stand, and Lan Zhan picks her up easily, carrying her effortlessly to the bathroom. She runs a bath and settles Wei Ying into it, finally stripping to get in behind her when Wei Ying makes grabby hands in her direction.
She hums happily once Lan Zhan is settled behind her, snuggling back into her boobs with a sigh.
“You’re so nice, Lan Zhan,” she says dreamily.
“Am I?” There’s a laugh lurking under Lan Zhan’s voice. It makes Wei Ying grin stupidly. God, her tits are throbbing, she’s going to make Lan Zhan wait on her hand and foot tomorrow.
“And mean,” Wei Ying agrees. “Really really mean. That too.”