Fictional Milf Oneshots

by lyssiesroses

Summary:

A bunch of smutty wlw oneshots from multiple fandoms.

Chapter 1: Quick Author’s Note

This is my first time posting on AO3, apologies if the formatting is weird, I’m just now learning how to post on here!

Chapter 2: Sunkissed - Narcissa Black

The sky was a brilliant blue today with barely any clouds to be seen. The air around you was hot and humid as the rays from the sun were helping you and Narcissa get that extra little glow. It was more her than you as you tended to burn to a crisp if you didn't keep reapplying sunscreen since your skin was very delicate.

The sun was hot against your back as you laid on your stomach, flipping through the pages of your novel. You were wearing some skimpy little white colored bikini with your wavy beach hair tucked behind your ears, and huffing when the small gusts of wind would blow it in your face, occasionally obstructing your view.

Narcissa was laid back in her own beach chair, a little black bikini tightly wrapped around her curvy figure, leopard print sunglasses sat on the top of her head, keeping the bangs out of her face while the rest of her hair sat even curlier than yours at her shoulders.

It's been a few hours since you and Narcissa decided to have a spontaneous beach day, wanting to spend the whole day just lounging around with nothing but margaritas, books in your hands, and the steady sounds of the water rushing up and down the shore.

With a sigh you mark the page and close the book, setting it back in the beach bag for later use. You catch sight of your skin turning a light shade of red, completely forgetting about your hourly sunscreen application.

Grabbing the SPF 50 sunscreen you take a peak at your back, noticing the same slight shade of red on your back and you had to somehow get back there as well.

"Cissa, can you help get my back?" You plead, holding the sunscreen out towards her.

"Of course!" She marks her page before setting the book down, grabbing the sunscreen from your hands and pausing to think for a moment. She has a cheeky smirk on her face as she climbs onto your beach chair, her legs on either side of yours as she pops the cap open of the sunscreen and starts lathering it onto your shoulders and back.

"Now let's just get this pesky little thing out of the way—" Narcissa swiftly unties the strings to your top.

"Narcissa!" You gasp as your hands quickly grab hold of your top to hold it in place.

"What?" She asks innocently. "It was in my way."

"Just—" You try to hide your laugh and whip your head around to meet her eyes. "Next time give me a warning, I don't want the whole beach seeing my tits."

"Yes ma'am."

She smirks while her hands were now roaming your entire back, making sure she rubbed it in as best as she could. She didn't want her precious little doll being in any unwanted pain in the morning.

"And make sure to get everywhere, darling. We don't need my ass getting all red from the sun."

At your statement, Narcissa ties your suit back on and her hands traveled lower down your back before landing promptly on your ass. Her hands continue their kneading and giving your cheeks a gentle but firm squeeze every few seconds.

Now she was just toying with you.

"Oooh," Her voice dropping a few octaves before continuing. "We wouldn't want the sun doing that to you, now would we?"

A harsh smack to your ass causes you to bite down on your bottom lip to stop any sound from coming out. The sharp sting spread straight over to your core.

She leans forward, bringing her lips next to your ear. "Only mommy's allowed to make it red."

She admires the newly red handprint forming along your sensitive skin for a moment before you flip yourself over and sit up, coming face to face with her. Hooking your finger under the string between her breasts, you pull her closer to you by a few inches. Your lips just barely hovering in front of hers.

"Car. Now." You let go of her string, causing it to snap back against her skin.

Narcissa just smirks and slides off your legs. She goes to put her sandals on but you're too quick to grab the keys and take hold of her hand, pulling her towards the car.

It was a short walk to the parking lot. Quickly pressing the button to unlock the doors, you practically push Narcissa into the backseat and climbing into the back with her.

After closing the doors, you twist the keys into the ignition and turn the air on, hoping for some kind of air circulation, knowing you're gonna need it.

You make your way to each window, sliding down each window shade, completely blocking out the view from the outside so nobody could see in or out.

Each window had black privacy protectors for impromptu moments like these.

Once each window was securely covered you look back at Narcissa who is laying in the backseat on her side with her head leaning against her hand with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you done yet?" She smirks, playing with the strings to her top.

"You're so impatient." You roll your eyes and crawl on top of her, straddling her waist.

Narcissa's hands instantly find home at your hips, kneading at your soft skin.

"Can you blame me?"

"Guess not." You smirk and bring your lips to hers, first starting off with a quick peck before going back for more.

Her hands leave your hips to pull at the strings of your top and removing it to feel your bare breasts against her hands. Her touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. You reach around to the strings of her top, untying them and sliding it off her, doing the same with her bottoms, leaving her bare beneath you.

As the kiss got heated you find yourself grinding slowly against her thigh, begging for any kind of friction. Narcissa finds the strings to your bottoms, sliding them off as well before her hands go back to your hips, guiding you across her thigh.

"Go on doll, get off on mommy's thigh."

You nod your head, not finding any words forming from your mouth. One of your hands gripping onto the door for support.

Little moans escaped your pretty lips as her nails dug into your skin, sure to leave faint marks afterwards.

"That's my good girl," She cooed. She kisses the center of your chest before moving to one of your breasts, her lips attaching around your nipple.

Your movements were getting frantic and sloppy as you slid across her thigh. "You're close, aren't you my love?" She moves over to your other breast.

Nodding your head frantically, you can feel yourself just on the edge. Her teeth graze your nipple, causing you to whimper. "Use your words, doll. Mommy wants to hear that pretty little voice. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm—" Your voice cracks. "Yes, I'm close!" Your grip on the door hardened, knuckles turning white.

She gives your breast one last wet kiss before bringing her thumb to your mouth. "Now be a good girl and bite down, we both know how loud you're about to get."

Your immediate response was to gently bite down, wrapping your lips around her thumb to stop your growing moans from escaping. Your release comes at you in a flash, your legs just barely shaking, your thighs squeezing tightly against her as your head gets slightly thrown back.

She barely even winces as your bite gets harder, your muffled moans dragging out as your wetness drips down her leg. She removes her thumb when your movements still, examining the freshly made teeth marks.

"You did such a good job for me, darling." She praises, her dark eyes burning into your E/C ones.

"You deserve a treat. Be my precious little doll and help mommy finish too. Can you do that for me?" Her fingers tracing lazy circles along your skin.

"Mhm," Bringing two fingers to her mouth, you push them past her lips. "Now suck." She does as you say, her tongue wrapping around your slender fingers.

When you're content, you take your fingers out from her mouth and drag them down her chest, past her navel, and stop them when you reach her cunt. Your fingers easily enter her, giving her time to adjust before starting their pace, causing Narcissa to lightly gasp following closely by a soft moan.

Following the same trail your fingers did, you leave sloppy kisses down her body, making sure to give every inch of her body attention before your mouth reaches her clit. Your tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

Your free hand moves to one of her legs, bringing it over your shoulder as you curl your fingers, hitting the spot she liked the most. Her back arched as her hand moved to your head, fingers brushing the hair out of your face before getting tangled in your curly locks. Her other hand played with her breast, her fingers toying with her nipple.

Breathy moans escaped her lips while her hand pushed down against your head, leaving no room for you to breathe but you didn't care.

"Faster—" Before she could finish speaking you pick up speed, helping her chase her finish. "Good girl," She breathes out, biting her lip to lower the sounds of her moans.

Her thighs attempted closing as she came, her release dripping down your fingers. Her breathing was heavy as you helped her ride out her high, removing your fingers and lapping up her mess, enjoying the taste of her on your tongue.

Sliding yourself back up to her, you pull her in for a sweet kiss, your tongues dancing together in unison. She gives you one last kiss as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

"I should tease you more often."

"Why? Because you like what follows it?"

"Who wouldn't?" She teases. "Here I am with teeth marks across my thumb and you have a big red handprint across that pretty little ass of yours."

You gasp as you sit up, going to look in the rear view mirror. "I do not have a handprint—" You cut yourself off as you examine yourself in the mirror, a large handprint was indeed visible on your skin.

"Narcissa!" You run your hand along the mark, your mouth wide open.

"It's okay sweetheart, people will just think you took a spill and fell." She chuckles, reaching around to run her hand softly along your mark. "Besides, I quite like the way it looks on you."

"Yeah, if you like it so much make another handprint on the other cheek while you're at it." You roll your eyes and playfully push her hand away, grabbing your suits and tying them back on.

"Maybe later," She pecks your cheek and reaches across to turn the car off. "But for now, how about we just go for a little swim and have one of those sweet drinks you love with those fancy little umbrellas, how does that sound?"

"Sounds amazing."

"Good, because you really didn't have a choice," She smirks and gives your lips a quick kiss before stepping out of the car.

You laugh lowly as you step out after her, making your way back to the beach. Narcissa follows closely behind you, her eyes only focused on your rear end, admiring her work and just waiting for the night to come so she can do it again.

Chapter 3: Christmas Morning - Greta Gill

Christmas was always your most favorite times of the year. The gifts, the snow, and the hot chocolate were just some of the best things..but the best of all was spending it with the one you love most.

This was the first year you and Greta got to spend with each other and although you couldn't spend it with each other out in public, it made it much more special that it was just the two of you spending it alone with each other in the warm indoors without any distractions.

The sheets slowly rising at your feet with the soft trace of notorious ruby-colored fingernails gliding up your legs was more than enough to stir you from your sweet slumber. Hot breath could be felt along your naked thighs as fingers gently spread your legs.

A pair of lips attached themselves to your soft skin before moving their way to hover over your barely clothed center. A featherlight kiss was placed along your see-through lace.

"𝑀𝑚𝑚, 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎." Your raspy morning voice just barely making it to her ears.

She took that as a sign to keep going, her nimble fingers hooking underneath the waistband of your panties before dragging them all the way down your legs and completely off the skin of your body.

Her fingers made their way back between your thighs, skillfully running along your newly soaked cunt.

"What happened to opening presents when we got up?" You gasped as she took two of her fingers to spread your folds for her tongue to devour your most sensitive spot.

"Oh I planned on it . . . but I opened my favorite present just now, beautiful."

A soft moan was forced out of your mouth in return as her free hand tightly gripped onto your inner thigh, holding you into place.

Greta hums in approval as her tongue swiftly explores every inch of your center.

It doesn't take her long for her lips to wrap around your clit, giving it the attention you were oh so craving so much.

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘, Greta just like that!" You whimpered, the sensitivity already taking control over your body.

Your hands grasp at the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white at the almost deathly grip being held at its silky material.

She switches between sucking and flicking her tongue against your bud in the way that causes your toes to curl and your legs attempt to forcefully close.

Her grip on your thigh grows stronger to keep herself from being squeezed between your thighs.

"Be a darling and keep those legs open for me."

Her pace grows more demanding just as the shaking in your legs comes to her attention. The muscles in your thighs begging to be relaxed.

Soft moans escape your parted lips, head pushing deeper into the pillow as you find yourself unraveling into a pit of ecstasy from the redhead devouring you between your legs.

"𝑂𝑜ℎ— 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎!" Your voice hitches in the back of your throat as you become completely undone, pleasure taking total control over your senses as you come.

"That's my girl . . . you've done so good for me."

She eases you through your high, stopping just as your hips began to buck from the feeling of oversensitivity.

Greta leaves one last kiss against your clit before carefully sliding herself up from beneath the sheets to straddle herself over your hips.

You finally got the chance to look at her for the first time this morning. Her usual perfect hair was now a frizzy mess and one strap of her nightgown had fallen off her shoulder.

She still looked as beautiful as ever but your eyes couldn't help but focus at the way her nightgown rode up over her thighs and sat just perfectly against her hips.

Greta catches you staring at her and leans forward, hands on either side of your head, her face hovering just slightly in front of yours. Dark eyes glued onto your own.

"What's that look for?" She questioned.

"You just look so damn beautiful to me."

Her lips quickly quirked into an appreciative smile at the compliment.

She brought her left hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently grazing against your skin before stopping just next your lips.

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me . . ." Her chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but love and adoration towards you. She hovered her lips just slightly above yours. ". . but you are the most sweetest thing of all, my love."

Soft lips connected with yours in a sweet kiss lasting a few seconds.

"Now let's go open some actual presents, shall we?" In one swift movement she slides off you, fixing her nightgown and extends her hand out for you to take. You adjust your own nightgown before lacing your fingers with hers and standing from the bed.

"Merry Christmas, darling."

"Merry Christmas, Greta."

Chapter 4: Helping Hand - Kathryn Villiers

Work was the same as usual, clock in, spend the entire day taking care of patients, missing lunch, Kathryn visiting Caden and bringing you lunch, sometimes it was little homemade meals she made in the morning, other times it was takeout from your favorite little restaurant down the block. Either way she always made sure she got what you loved.

Today she left earlier than usual, only sticking around for a few minutes because she said she had 'plans' made for the day and was in a rush out of the hospital. It put a frown on your face as today has been a long day and you needed your little dose of Kathryn at work as time always flew by with her and all you wanted to do was just be in her arms and never leave.

A few hours have passed and it was the end of your shift, your heart sunk when you looked at your phone and still hadn't heard from Kathryn. Usually she would leave you little messages throughout the day saying how proud of you she was, and she can't wait to see you when you get home, and how much of a pretty little nurse you looked today.

Nonetheless, you finished your shift with a slight frown on your face, just wanting to finally leave the hospital and go to the comfort of your home. The drive home was quicker than usual, there barely being any traffic due to everyone being at home and spending their precious time with their loved ones. Something you've been looking forward to doing all day.

After parking the car and making your way to the front door you notice most of the lights in the house turned off, something that was unusual as Kathryn always tended to wait up for you no matter what time you were to get home. She tended to want to be the last thing on your mind every night.

And she always was.

Walking into the house, you're met with most of the lights dimmed down with an array of white candles spread out around you. Vanilla fills your senses as you take your shoes and coat off. There's a small path of little red rose petals that starts at your feet and continues up the stairs. Soft jazz is playing from the turntable in your bedroom and makes your heart skip a beat as you walk slowly up the stairs, careful not to knock anything over.

The petals lead straight into your shared bedroom, delicately placed into a fine line at your feet. After opening the door, your jaw nearly drops to the floor at the sight of Kathryn sprawled out along the silk sheets pleasuring herself.

A small pink vibrator sat between her open legs while her free hand toyed with her nipple. She caught your small movements in the doorway and locked her dark eyes with yours, continuing to rub the vibrator along her clit.

"I couldn't wait any longer, I was just so—" A low moan escapes her throat. "—and I had to—"
another moan. "I'm sorry." She finally breathed out.

"Don't be sorry, sometimes we have to give into our urges. . ." You lean against the doorframe, biting your lip, eyes darting from her breasts to between her legs. "I wish I could've been here sooner but it looks like I was just in time."

Kathryn's legs began to shake, however her eyebrows knitted as she found herself struggling to finish. She groaned in frustration and you couldn't just stand and watch any longer, trying to quickly strip out of your scrubs.

"Here darling, let me help." You crawl onto the bed between her legs and take control of the vibrator. Kathryn instantly grabs hold of the sheets as you easily slide your fingers past her entrance.

"You look so beautiful like this, Kathryn." Your soft eyes contacting with her own lustful ones.

"P-Please," Her back arches slightly off the bed when you hit her sweet spot, steadying your pace while circling the vibrator along her clit. "I'm so close."

"Go on, finish for me love." You put more pressure on the vibrator causing another throaty moan from Kathryn. "Y-Yes just like that." She gasps and tightens around your fingers when you pick up the pace.

Beads of sweat form along her forehead, her voice catching in her throat as she finally finishes. Her orgasm coating your fingers as you help her ride out her high.

You slow down your pace after she stops tensing, your eyes watching the small veins on her hands roughly gripping the bedsheets.

"Okay, okay—" Her legs trying to close around you, her hand grabbing yours and pulling the vibrator away. You ease your fingers out of her, instantly putting them in your mouth and humming at the taste of her along your tongue.

She then turns the vibrator off and sets it down on the bed next to her while she tries to catch her breath.

"Thank you," She finally speaks after a minute with a sweet smile on her face.

"You're very welcome, darling." You crawl up her body to straddle her hips. Her hands slide up your thighs and stop at yours hips, her fingers kneading at your soft skin.

"You didn't have to do that for me, you know."

"I know that but you deserved a nice treat."

She looks at you lovingly and smiles that oh so sweet smile of hers. Fingers trail up your side, and before you know it Kathryn gently fists the collar of your shirt and pulls you to her.

Her lips meet yours in a quick yet fiery kiss before she slightly back, lips hovering over your own. "How about I repay the favor, hmm?"

"As sweet as that is, today is all about you, love."

Chapter 5: New Years Kiss - Carol Aird

"5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Happy New Year!"

The television had been on for a while now showing different cities around the country celebrating the start of a brand new year. To you it was just background noise, but to Carol it was the closest you were both going to get to celebrating it together out in public.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the blonde next to you gently clinks her tall glass with your own.

"Happy New Year, darling!"

"Happy New Year!"

The two of you down the rest of your champagne before Carol takes your glass from you, setting them both aside on the coffee table. She fixates her eyes back onto you, slowly leaning in to meet her soft lips to your own in a gentle sweet kiss.

Her hand cups your cheek while the other plays with the buttons at the top of your blouse. Gentle lips soon turned needy as they slid down to your neck, kissing and nipping at your flesh.

"Take me to bed," Your voice was just above a whisper when she reaches your favorite spot.

Carol brings her lips up to yours one last time before pulling away, opening her hand out for you to take.

One hand was laced with yours while the other carried the nearly empty bottle of champagne.

You turn the television off as you walk by it on the way to your bedroom, both of you moving quickly and giggling like two schoolgirls when Carol nearly trips over her own foot.

Nimble fingers help undress each other, clothes being thrown at every inch of the room, your naked bodies craving to finally meet.

Your back gets pushed against the silk covered mattress, Carol's body just barely hovering over your own. Lips reunite as fingers coast along bare skin.

Her body heat radiates through you as her breasts push softly against yours.

A quiet moan escapes your mouth as her lips trail down your body before nipping at your collarbone.

She brings her mouth to your breast, needy lips wrapping around your tit. Her tongue playfully swirling around your bud.

After giving your breast one last kiss, she continues her slow path down your sternum with her deep ocean blue irises burning into your own colored ones at every kiss.

She dips down past your navel, spreading your legs ever so slightly, taking in your needy sight before her.

"Mmm," she hums, licking the strip up your folds.

You glide your hand to her hair, her perfect waves now becoming a subtle mess.

Her fingers tease at your entrance, spreading your wetness. A moan-like gasp enters her ears as she fills you, slowly yet steadily moving her fingers at your favorite pace.

Lips poke along your inner thighs, leaving a red lip stain along their wake. It was always her signature move. The red lipstick having to be scrubbed off after she marks her territory.

Carol sucks and nibbles at your flesh to leave visible love spots that only she gets the joy of seeing.

Her movements are soft yet passionate. She knew exactly what got you going.

"Ooh, Carol—" The quiet whimper forcing itself out at the expert curling of her fingers.

"That's my good girl."

A familiar knot was growing increasingly heavier when she added her tongue to the mix, flicking and sucking at just the right tempo that had you crumbling into pieces before her.

Your hips bucked as you came undone along her fingers. Her pace eased to help with the sensitivity.

Whimpers caught in your throat as you rode out your high.

It was a feeling of pure ecstasy and she loved seeing the way it made your legs tremble and attempt to close in around her.

When she knew you were done, her slim fingers slipped into her own mouth. Her tongue swirled along each crevice, in awe of the way you tasted on her.

"So divine. . . I can never get enough of you."

She smirked between your legs, an idea quickly forming inside her head.

Just as you were nearly done catching your breath Carol grabs your hips, red nails slightly digging into your skin, and flips you over.

"Carol what are you—"

"Ride my face." She cuts you off, blue eyes peaking up from beneath you pleading.

"Please. . ."

"I don't want to suffocate you."

"You won't, my love." She reassures you.

"If you're sure. . ." You hesitate above her, hovering merely a few inches from her face.

"I'm sure."

Carol's grip on your hips tighten as you lower yourself the rest of the way. Her tongue instantly devouring your cunt.

She wasted no time in using the skillfulness of her tongue to send pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips slightly jerk as her tongue dips deeper.

Crescent moon marks show themselves along the faint dip between your hips as her hands start gently rocking your hips back and forth.

The sounds of your soft moans fill the small room.

Hands roughly grip at the wooden headboard at your front, slightly squeaking at each rock of your body. The slow motion soon growing needy, your body aching for more friction against her.

The sound of her quiet hums reverberates alongside your own.

Hips that were once in sync with her mouth now grew more frantic as you felt yourself getting thrown faster towards your sweet release.

"I-I'm gonna—" Your voice barely above a whisper.

The creaking of the headboard comes to a steady halt as your body nearly freezes, your orgasm hitting you much more profoundly than before. Your head heavily lulls back as Carol laps up your juices, oversensitivity quickly rushing towards you with her mouth cleaning you of your mess.

"That's my girl, you did so good for me." Carol sweetly praises you as you move yourself off of her.

You sigh contently as you flop down next to her, lips twitching into a smile at her words.

"Thank you."

She repositions to lay on her side, leg lifting and laying atop your own.

Her hand tends to your cheek, forcing you to look over at her. Eyes look at you lovingly as her thumb caresses your cheekbone.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too, Carol."

She sweetly kisses the center of your forehead before laying her head along your shoulder and intertwining her fingers with yours. Both of you just laying there in content catching your breath before deciding to shower and head to bed.

Chapter 6: Plaything - Evelyn Poole

"Get on your knees."

Her voice was deep and filled with nothing but lust for you. All she wanted was to see your naked body writhing beneath her and your angelic moans of ecstasy filling her ears.

But all of that had to wait.

She wanted to have some fun first.

Your knees met with the cold hardwood floor, a shiver running up your spine in anticipation. Her lips form into a deep smirk at your eagerness to please her.

"Such a beautiful little thing. . ."

She was standing confidently in front of you with her dark luxurious curls falling down just past her shoulders, a sheer white nightgown with a green corset over the top, and a leather riding crop sitting in the palm of her right hand.

You unintentionally move your arms to cover your breasts, just obvious enough so she immediately notices. Evelyn smacks the back of your hand with the riding crop, the rough leather stinging your sensitive skin, making you audibly gasp and drop your arms.

"But-"

"Stop it. I shall tell you when you can speak. 'Til then you'll listen."

She softens her voice, looking down at you with those dark lustful brown eyes. "Do not be ashamed of your naked body."

The crop slowly inches its way up your arm, shoulder, neck, and stopping just underneath your chin.

"Look at me," Evelyn uses the crop to tilt your head up at her. "Your body is built like a sculpture, every bit of it is beautiful." She lowers herself down to your level, her face now only inches from yours. The straps of her dress slipping down her shoulders, the dress only being held up by the tight corset.

"Your body is like a temple. I want you to admire it the way that I do. Admire the way your eyes light up like the stars, soft lips that feel like clouds when they're against mine, those beautiful breasts that are shaped perfectly, curves that could stop anybody in their tracks, and that sweet little pussy of yours that aches for my touch."

Her lips were now a few centimeters from yours, her hot breath fanning your cool skin. Dark eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips.

Just as you can feel the slightest touch from her lips she stands back up, hovering dominantly over you.

She slowly begins to circle around your kneeling body with the crop wielded tightly in her grip, dragging it along your skin as she moves around you. Circling you like a beast hunting its prey.

"You're mine. . . my mute. . . plaything. . . toy. . . slave. . . my sweet pathetic little slut."

Smack

The crop makes contact with your bare ass, causing a loud grunt-like moan to escape your parted lips. Evelyn knew how much you loved when she mixed pain in with the pleasure, her always going for the crop as she knew that was the toy you were most comfortable with.

"You like that don't you? You like being my little plaything?"

Still reeling from the latest smack you can only nod your head in response.

Smack

You couldn't help but make more noise as leather once more hits your ass in the same spot as before, the pain being much sharper this time.

"Use your words."

"Yes, mistress. I love it when you use me." A throaty moan escapes your lips when she grabs a fistful of hair to angle your head to look up at her.

"Good girl. Now get on the bed."

Shakily getting to your feet, you walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge as Evelyn walks over to one of her many cabinets to put the crop back.

Evelyn looks over her shoulder at you as she opens another cabinet. "Lay down with your head on the pillow and close your eyes." You didn't dare argue with her and did as you're told, your head softly pressed against the silk pillowcase.

You hear faint footsteps as she makes her way around the room, grabbing the last few items she needs. Items are set down on the bedside table next to you but are to faint to be able to tell what they are.

The mattress next to you caves in, her warm body soon straddling yours, legs on either side of your waist. "Open your eyes."

Your breath hitches when you see the sight in front of you. She held a lit white candle in her hands with a smirk on her face.

"Color?" Her voice softened a bit as she hovered the candle over your chest.

"Green." You eagerly responded.

The two of you deciding to use the stop light system in bed whenever she decided to use more than just her hands, that way she would always know when you were comfortable or when you wanted her to stop.

She nodded her head, her smirk slowly creeping back onto her face. "That's my good girl," She responds, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

The candle slowly tips forward, its hot wax burning your skin and eliciting a slight whimper from you. Your back couldn't help but arch off the bed as Evelyn made an intricate trail along your breasts.

Feeling satisfied with her trail she blows the candle out and sets it aside on the nightstand before she returns her focus back on you.

"So beautiful. . ." Her voice nearly a whisper.

Her fingers lightly trailing up the side of your body. You writhed beneath her in anticipation, knowing what was about to come next. ". . .yet so impatient." She chuckled lowly.

As she reached your chest, her fingers traced over the now hardened wax and toying at the edges.

Her nails then hooked onto the wax, taking her sweet time in removing it. You watched as she scraped away the wax that left bright red marks along your chest in its place. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.

After scraping the last of the wax off Evelyn takes a minute to admire her work. The redness being very prominent compared to the rest of your skin.

Light fingers trailed up and down the marks along your skin.

"Well?" You question, looking up at her with those big innocent eyes she loved so much.

"Well what?" She raises an eyebrow, stopping the movements of her fingers.

"Well, Mistress. . ." Making sure to put emphasis on the 'mistress', "Are you going to fuck me or just mark me?"

Evelyn rests her hand along your neck, using her fingers to gently squeeze, and leans herself forward, mouth hovering just above your own.

"Oh pet, I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow." Then connects her lips with yours in a passionate kiss.

Your hands slide down to her hips but are quickly pinned above your head.

Her lips leave yours to send wet kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh, sure to leave marks in the coming minutes.

She continues her path down to your breasts, teeth grazing your nipple as she pulls it in her mouth, her fingernails slowly dragging down your body.

Your back arches, your tit fully pressing against her lips.

Your hand flies to her hair when she moves over to your other breast, giving it the same attention from before. She huffs and grabs your hands, pinning them back above your head.

"These stay here, got it?" She lowers her voice a few octaves. Her dark lustful eyes burn into yours as she awaits your answer.

"Got it. . ."

A sleek eyebrow gets raised.

". . . Mistress."

She smirks.

"Be my good girl and listen, hmm?"

You nod your head eagerly as the nail of her pointer finger glides gently down the center of your body.

She feels you twitch beneath her when she reaches the slightly ticklish spot just below your navel.

"I'll remember that for later. . ." Evelyn repositions herself to lie between your legs.

She lifts your legs over her shoulders and brings herself closer to your center.

". . . but right now I'm in the mood for something. . ." She briefly stops, blowing cold air on your pussy. ". . . sweet."

Dark brown eyes wink at you just as her tongue makes contact with a firm lick up the center of your folds.

Evelyn wastes no time in devouring your aching cunt. Her skillful tongue immediately giving you the most utmost pleasure.

Hands grip tightly at the headboard above you, forcing them to stay in position instead of running through her messy dark curls.

Pleasurable moans reverberated across the expensively furnished walls surrounding you.

Her pace grows more eager by the minute, your cunt growing wetter as you felt yourself getting lost in the moment.

Evelyn always knew exactly what got you going.

The air around the two of you feeling hotter and heavier as you failed to calm your now heavy breathing.

Hips slightly bucking against her face hinted at you being close to finishing.

Without any notice she backs her head away, causing you to whimper at the loss of your orgasm.

She was pleased with herself when see seen your hips buck closer to her, in need of her to finish what she started.

"I don't know. . ." She begins, ". . .do you deserve to finish? How good are you willing to be for me?"

"Please. . ." You try to catch your breath as you choose your next words wisely.

"I-I'll be so so good for you, Mistress. I'll be so good as to obey your every command. You're my everything and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. Just please— please let me finish."

Your eyebrows knit in frustration as your orgasm has since faded.

Her eyes light up at your words, knowing you meant every little thing you just said. She already knew how good you were to her but she loved the sound of you begging.

"Promise?" Evelyn doing whatever she can to tease you.

"Fuck, I promise!" Your voice slightly raised in frustration, forcing Evelyn to smirk to herself.

"Good. . ."

Her mouth returns to your cunt, focusing on your oversensitive clit.

She takes her time at first, slowly building up that pressure.

Once she knew you couldn't wait any longer she went in for the kill, adding the utmost pressure against your clit, giving it that last bit of stimulation to have you finally unraveling into pieces in front of her.

"Fuck, Evelyn!—"

Legs tensing against her head, a long throaty moan, and eyes rolling to the back of your head had her acknowledging the intensity of your orgasm.

This one lasting quite longer than usual had you biting your lips to the point where small trickles of blood could be tasted.

White knuckles nearly tearing off the headboard above you.

Gentle thumbs stroked your outer thighs and her mouth slowing down its movements helped you ride out your high with more ease.

She licks you up once more with her tongue when she feels your legs going limp around her.

Evelyn let's your legs fall back on the bed as she sits back on her knees, thumb swooping over her lips before entering her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of you with an approving hum.

Your hands instantly leave the headboard to relax at your side. You were completely out of breath by the time you got yourself to calm down.

You couldn't help but softly yawn and rub your eyes, tiredness instantly hitting you like a truck.

Evelyn immediately catches on, knowing you like the back of her hand.

"Let's get you cleaned up first, darling."

You nod lightly in agreement.

Evelyn swiftly lifts from the bed and makes her way to the bathroom across the room.

She comes back out, washcloth in hand to help you feel more clean. The small fabric then gets tossed in the waste-bin resting in the corner of the room.

She brings a glass of water to your lips, helping you feel more refreshed after previous events.

Once you got your fill she returns it to the nightstand before turning the focus to herself.

It takes only a moment for her to slip out of her corset and adjust the straps of her gown. Your eyes watching as the removal of the corset reveals the sheerness beneath it.

Eyes admired the way the thin fabric hugged her curves and accentuated the fullness of her breasts.

"I could look at you all day, you know." You admitted, your lips forming into a sweet smile.

She rolls her eyes with her lips slightly twitching into a smirk. She was never one to take compliments from anyone but loved when it was you doing the complimenting as she knew you would never lie to her.

Evelyn then slips swiftly into bed next to you, giving you a quick yet gentle kiss on the forehead.

"I could say the same about you." She admits back, bringing the sheets up to cover your bodies.

You smile sweetly as you instantly lay yourself halfway atop of her, head resting gently between the crook her neck, arm around her waist, and leg intertwined with her own.

Fingers make home in your hair, gently playing with the soft strands and instantly soothing you.

"Oh by the way. . ." She starts.

". . . you're lucky I was in a good mood and didn't punish you for calling me by my name when you came. But don't worry, I'll remember that for next time."

Your eyes widen when you realize what you did, knowing damn well that next time she was going to have some fun with your careless mistake.

Chapter 7: Reflections - Regina Mills

The weekend was always your favorite part of the week, not only were you free from work but those two and a half glorious days were always child-free.

As of recently, Henry has come up with his own parenting plan. On weekdays he would stay with you and Regina then once the weekend rolled around he would stay over with Emma and Killian.

After certain disputes with Emma died down, Henry took full advantage of the double parenting to ensure everyone got to spend time with him.

He did stay with Mary Margaret and David on occasion but in the wise words of young Henry himself, 'they're too old school'.

It was only a matter of time before Henry got tired of trying to explain to them what a gameboy was and how it worked.

Today however was Friday, which marked the start of a brand new weekend. Everything went the same as usual, take Henry to school, help Regina in the office, grab lunch at Granny's, and last but not least, start spending the entire weekend alone with Regina.

While Regina was dropping Henry off at Emma's, you wanted tonight to be extra special for her.

It's been a while since you got all dolled up just for her and seeing you in her favorite color always made her jaw drop.

Working around the room, lights were turned off, candles were lit, rose petals were scattered, and you were frantically trying to make everything look perfect.

Although, all that was left was for you to slip on a little black dress but the second you saw your reflection in the mirror it's like you were caught in a daze.

The soft reflections from the candlelight had your skin looking as smooth silk. . .

And sheer red lace that barely covered your body seemed to hug in all the right places. . .

Your hands couldn't help but glide down the sides of your body before making their way around the back. With a slight turn, you watched as your hands slid down past the straps of your thong and admire the way it accentuated the roundness of your ass.

"Fuck. . ." You heard from an oh-so familiar voice.

You gasp sharply as your head whips towards the doorway to see Regina leaning against the doorframe with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

"I thought I was coming home to dinner. . ."

Regina kicks off her heals, instantly making her way towards you.

"But it looks like we're headed straight to dessert."

Her lustful voice got deeper than usual, just before her signature red stained lips collided with yours in a fiery kiss. Hands carefully cupped your cheeks while yours slid to her back in search of the zipper to her dress.

Regina giggles when she feels your fingers fumbling to pull the zipper down.

She walks you towards the bed and gently pushes you down onto the bottom half of the lush mattress.

You lift yourself up on your elbows and watch as she stands between your legs slowly gliding the zipper down.

You couldn't help but admire the way her lightly tanned skin was glowing under the candlelight.

Her dress falls to the floor revealing a matching black lace set that fit her body perfectly. Garters with little bows on them sat tightly against her thighs holding up her sheer black stockings that ended with a pair of black high heels.

Regina steps out of her dress, kicking it to the side, before climbing onto the bed above you.

She straddles your hips and instantly brings her lips back to yours. This time they felt even needier than before. . . more hungry.

Her hands reach around to unclasp your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and tossing it randomly behind her.

Breaking free from the kiss, Regina sends small kisses along your jawline and starts making her way down, leaving red lip stains in their wake.

Soft moans escape as she nips at your collarbone before heading straight towards your breasts.

She flicks her tongue over your hardened nipple.

Teeth slightly grazing across the sensitive bud.

"Mmm, mommy. . ." Your voice was just barely above a whisper.

Her dark chocolate eyes snap up to meet yours, caught off guard by the name slip.

She raises an eyebrow and brings her head back up to hover just inches in front of yours. Regina did her best at hiding the smirk begging to show across her face.

"Mommy, eh?" Her thumb swipes across your bottom lip.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry," Regina quickly cuts you off.

"I find it rather. . . hot." She chuckles deeply before giving you another kiss on the lips, reassuring you in the best way she can.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"You do?" Your bright eyes look into hers lovingly.

"Of course I do! You're just the sweetest little thing. . . call me whatever you like, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl. Now, is there anything you'd like mommy, to do for you? Any requests while we resume our activities?" Her hand gently stroking your left cheek.

You contemplate for a moment, using your fingers to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. Eyes quickly dart to the mirror that stood behind her.

Regina turns her head to follow your eyes before looking back at you with her other eyebrow raised this time.

"What do you want? Use your words."

"I want—" You take a deep breath as you begin, cheeks glowing red as you're embarrassed by the fact she's making you be so forward. "I want to watch you fuck me in the mirror."

Regina looks taken back at your request, not expecting that sentence to ever come out of you.

"My little Angel doesn't seem to be so innocent anymore. . . I love it." Her nose scrunches as she finishes her sentence and giving you a quick peck before she moves herself to sit next to you with her legs spread.

She pats the empty space between her open legs, Regina now facing the floor length mirror that sat across from the bed.

"Come."

You sit up and take her hand as she helps you climb into her lap, both of your bodies facing the mirror.

She moves your hair behind your back and completely exposing your neck.

Tender eyes meet yours in the reflection.

"Is this what you wanted?" She asks, kissing your neck softly.

"Yes," You shutter when she reaches the spot just below your ear and tilt your head to give her better access.

Her free hand slides all the way down your side to reach your thighs and using gentle force to spread your legs wider for her to achieve better access.

"Look at you, already so wet and we've barely even started." Regina chuckles at the prominent wet spot against your panties.

You hum when her warm hand reaches your center, playing with you through the thin fabric.

Her free hand slides across your chest to toy with your breasts and slightly pinching your nipple between her fingers.

You lean yourself as close as possible to her. Her breasts pressed heavily against your back.

You watch through the mirror as her fingers tuck beneath your fabric and move it to the side. The cold air hitting you sends a long chill up your spine.

"Open," She demands when she brings two fingers to your lips.

There was almost an immediate response to your mouth opening and Regina slowly sliding them in.

"Now suck for mommy."

You do as you're told and swipe your tongue along the length of her fingers and gently sucking at the tip before she pulls them back out.

Brown eyes scanned your nearly naked body as her now wet fingers slid back down to where it was prominently more wet.

Slim fingers toy at your entrance, almost teasing you along your folds before they easily dip inside.

A small moan slips from your mouth as she fills you. Your eyes watch through the mirror when Regina's lips return their attention to your neck.

She sucks and kisses along your neckline and across your shoulder while her pace steadily grows faster along your cunt.

Heat immediately spreads throughout your body at the pleasure of the slight curve of her fingers along with the subtle pinches against your nipples.

"You like this don't you?" Regina questions.

"You like it when mommy plays with you." She whispers lowly in your ear.

"Yes—God yes."

She watches as your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the full curve of her fingers. The different areas getting pleasure was almost too much to bare once she added the palm of her hand to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy filled the dim room around you along with the sounds of her palm gently smacking against your skin.

Expert fingers hit just the right spot with every skillful thrust.

"You're doing so good for me, darling."

Your legs couldn't help but twitch as you felt yourself nearing your release, fighting to keep your legs from closing.

Dark eyes were glued onto yours through the reflection when she heard your moans increase in volume.

"I want you to look at me when you finish, can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yes!"

Your head leans against hers as your hands claw their way at the sheets.

"Oh my god—" Your voice nearly catches in your throat as you finally reach the climax you've been running towards.

Your bottom lip gets roughly pulled between your teeth while Regina releases your tit to lay her hand atop your own that's grasped against the sheets.

Her movements soon turned gentle as she helps ride out your high.

"That's my good girl." She proudly speaks out, both of you still eyeing each other down in the mirror.

Your eyes immediately lighting up at her praising words.

She slowly removes her fingers and almost instantly brings them between her lips, quietly humming when she finally gets a taste of you.

Her fingers quickly get sucked clean.

"Stand up real quick my love so we can clean you up."

You do your best to stand so the two of you can clean yourself in the restroom. She sets you atop of the bathroom counter and swiftly cleans you with a wash rag, throwing it in the hamper when she's done.

"How about we put on a movie and order some of your favorite takeout?" She offers, knowing neither of you are now in the mood to cook.

You nod your head excitingly which puts a precious smile across her face.

"Okay then it's a plan," She chuckles and gives you a peck on the lips just before you to return to the bedroom.

She opens her drawer and takes out two oversized button up shirts, tossing one to you and putting one over herself.

The two of you end up spending the rest of the night laying in each others arms across the leather couch after a quick meal, easily falling asleep to one of your favorite movies.

Chapter 8: Toys - Bellatrix Lestrange

Notes:

A way nicer version of Bella.

You groan when Bellatrix reveals what she has in store for you today.

There was another Death Eater meeting as there usually was every Friday night and as you could expect they were very very boring. But this time, Bella wanted to do something to make it just a little bit more interesting.

You were in your undergarments getting ready for today's events when Bella comes up in front of you and reveals a little surprise from behind her back.

She held up a string with two decent sized silver balls that were conveniently spread just an inch from each other. One sat at one end while the other sat in the middle.

"I want you to wear these." She instantly demands.

"How am I supposed to wear whatever that is?" You point to the object with visible confusion.

The curly haired brunette laughs her usual throaty cackle.

"Good to know I haven't completely corrupted you just yet. They don't work unless they're wet, now open." She demands once again as she lifts her new toy to your lips.

You know better and do just as you're told, opening your mouth while she slips the cool metal inside and your mouth instantly wrapping around it.

"Good girl, now bend over the bed. Go on."

You release the object with a pop and walk quietly to the bed before using your hands to support you up as you gently bend yourself over the mattress.

She makes way behind you and slowly slides your lace panties down your legs.

The toy gets brought between your thighs as she eases its way into your cunt, one silver ball at a time. The pressure hits you in just the right spots, holding back a moan and gasping as she fills you.

"Look at you taking it so well for me."

Once Bella is satisfied, she lifts your panties back into place and gives you a kiss on your right hip.

Standing straight back up elicits another gasp from you as pleasure seems to come from any movement.

"How does it feel?" She asks sincerely.

The one thing she always made sure of was that you were comfortable with whatever it was the two of you were trying when it came to something new. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable and have a bad experience.

"It feels a bit. . . weird." You admit.

"It'll feel even better once you get moving. . . or sit down. . . oh what am I saying, everything is going to set you off!" The brunette cackles to herself before turning around and walking towards the door, "You have five minutes, don't be late!" She shouts over her shoulder before slamming the door shut.

You try to quickly scramble the rest of your outfit together but panic when your bracelet flings under the bed.

"Shit!" You immediately get on all fours and reach an arm under the frame, frantically searching for the missing jewelry.

"No no no, this can't be happening right now."

Fingers quickly feel around the dense carpet for who knows how long.

Taking a peak, you see it just out of your reach and sigh in frustration. It takes the entire length of your arm and a firm press of your head against the bed frame, that was sure to leave a mark, to finally reach the silver bracelet.

Sitting up on your knees, it takes a minute for the clasp to stay together and you sigh in relief. Scrambling to your feet, you quickly step into your heels and stumble out the door without another second to lose.

You do your best to ignore the ache between your thighs while rushing down the stairs, careful not to fall on your face.

You quickly fix your composure before entering the meeting. Luck was not on your side as everyone turned to look at you but your eyes only fell onto a pair of seething dark ones from a certain curly haired witch.

"Apologies. . ." You nearly mumble as you slide into your seat, trying to avoid any other eyes staring at you. It takes everything in you to not moan the second you make contact with the wooden chair.

Bellatrix was right, you did feel them with every move you made.

Doing your best to ignore the situation as a whole, you couldn't help but feel a pair of dark eyes lingering on you.

After taking a peak at the curly haired woman next to you, your eyes are instantly met with hers. She had a sleek eyebrow raised when she noticed you crossing your legs and tapping your foot against the floor.

There was an ache between your thighs and she knew exactly what was happening to you. She knew you were longing to cum but due to your tardiness, she wanted to have some fun with you first.

Her hand slips down to your thighs and immediately separates them. Fingers glide to your center and Bellatrix couldn't help the smirk that spread along her face once she felt how wet you were.

Her fingers slowly toy with you through the thin fabric.

A soft moan barely escapes, causing you to immediately cover it up with a cough.

"Are you okay?" Bella's two-toned haired sister to your left whispers towards you.

"I-I'm fine." You clear your throat, "It's just a tickle."

"I think she's just a bit thirsty, aren't you dear?" Bellatrix chimes in quietly.

"Yeah that's it. . ."

After a few more minutes of Bellatrix getting you all hot and bothered, the meeting comes to an end and everybody goes their separate ways besides you and her.

"Come now, it's time we play." Bella nearly shoves you out of the seat.

The two of you make your way back up the stairs, down the hallway, and back into your shared bedroom.

"You were late." She slams the door, bringing you over towards the bed, "And what do we do to those who don't listen?" She sits down at the edge of the bed.

"They get punished." You answer her.

"That's correct." Bella pats her legs, "Now bend over."

You do as you're told and bend yourself across her legs, leaving your ass sticking out in the air for her.

"Look at you, being good and finally doing what you're told," She says while sliding your panties down your legs, "It's too bad you didn't listen to begin with, now I must punish you like a little whore."

Her hand rubs your bare ass as she prepares to have her fun.

"Aren't you going to take out—"

"Nope."

Smack

Her hand makes contact with your skin that elicits a sharp sting that runs straight up your spine causing you to gasp.

She smirked as she immediately saw you reacting to both the pain and the pleasure mixed together.

She soothes the same spot as before with the palm of her hand.

Smack

Moans slip through as she slowly makes the skin on your ass just a tad bit brighter with every slap.

You could feel your wetness run down your thighs, the pain quickly fading until all you felt was the pleasure.

The brunette instantly noticed the change in your demeanor.

"I can see this punishment is coming to an end, have you learned your lesson?"

Smack

"Yes!"

"And that is?" She smirks to herself.

Smack

"I won't be late again! I swear!"

"Good."

Smack

She rubs your now reddened cheek one last time before helping you sit up on your knees.

Her finger wipes a stray tear off your face as she examines to make sure you were okay.

"Now, my little plaything, lay back on the bed so you can get your reward for taking your punishment so well."

You rise to your feet and crawl onto the bed next to her, slightly wincing once you turn over and your ass makes contact with the mattress.

She chuckles as she gets to her knees at the end of the bed, pulling you by your ankles to get you just a tad bit closer to her. The now soaked panties get taken off completely and tossed aside.

She spreads your legs, and glides her fingers to your entrance and pulls on the toy, gently yet slowly taking it out of you. A deep drawn out moan fills her ears before she sets the toy aside to clean later.

"Look at you, taking it so well for mommy."

Eyes instantly connect with your cunt before she leans her head in for her tongue to lick the strip up your folds with a small hum.

Your fingers help move the crazy curls out of her face. Usually she would hate anybody touching her locks but with you she made an exception.

She always admired the way you fell to pieces whenever she touched you.

She even admired how you tasted against her tongue. You were hers and only hers.

Bella held your legs open with her hands against your thighs as she expertly devoured you in a way that had you trembling.

Her tongue flicking your overly sensitive clit elicited a string of moans followed by a tighter grip of her hair.

Your head couldn't help but lull back. She saw your hips begging to buck and your breathing picked up and she knew you were close.

"Cum for me, pet. Let me get that sweet taste of you."

You were already close after having the feeling of pleasure throughout the night. The second her mouth started sucking and flicking against your clit at an excruciatingly fast pace is what sent you over the edge.

Legs tensed up when you came, Bella wasting no time in licking up your mess, humming when she gets more of a taste of you. She licks you completely clean and you can't help but slightly push her head away at the feeling of overstimulation when she doesn't stop.

"Okay okay," You breathe out, slightly pushing her head away which causes her to chuckle.

She licks her lips as she stands up, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. She reaches behind her and pulls her zipper down. Her dress falls down to the floor, revealing her naked body, and she kicks off her heels before swiftly turning and strutting to the restroom, hips swaying to their own rhythm.

"Come shower, little one, it's my turn." A smirk was still plastered on her face as she looked over her shoulder at you and you scramble to your feet after her.

This was going to be a long night.

Chapter 9: Red Wine - Narcissa Black

You've been working nonstop at the Ministry of Magic for the past few days due to a bunch of wizards who thought it would be smart to show muggles magic. The work was draining and you were glad when the Minister said you could leave early for the day.

Grabbing your wand you apparate out of your office and arrive just outside the front door of your small cottage house. Narcissa insisted you two move away after Draco graduated. The two of you always dreamed of having a small house together with nothing but flower fields surrounding it and nothing made you happier when you seen the look on her face when you told her you found your forever home.

You turn the handle to the door and open it, eyebrows knitting in confusion when all the lights are off. The only light coming from the few lit vanilla candles scattered throughout the hallway.

"Cissy, are you home?"

No response.

You close the door behind you and slip off your cloak before hanging it up on the coat hangar. Kicking your heels off, that's when you notice the red flower petals scattered along the floor.

There was a small trail leading down the hallway. Following it closely you pass by the living room, looking for Narcissa but find it empty. The only sounds coming from the soft crackling of the fireplace.

You look to the other side of you in the kitchen, and to your surprise she's nowhere to be seen.

There's a faint rustling coming from farther down the hallway that catches your attention. Bringing your focus back to the petals at your feet, you notice they lead you straight to where you heard the strange noise.

The bedroom.

You take small steps until you reach the bedroom door, slowly pushing it open to reveal a dim candlelit room. A small gasp escapes your lips as you take in the sight in front of you. The petal trail lead straight to the bed which sat an enticing Narcissa. She was sat at the edge of the bed, legs crossed while she was leaning back slightly on her arms.

"Happy Anniversary, Darling," Her low voice filled with nothing but pure seduction.

Your eyes quickly scanned her from head to toe.

Her hair sat in the most luxurious curls that framed her face perfectly.

Her makeup consisted of black winged eyeliner, mascara, and her signature red lipstick.

Her body was covered in a sheer lace red negligee set that was just a shade darker than her lipstick.

Her deep v-neck showed just the right amount of cleavage.

She wasn't wearing a bra, leaving her nipples peaking out at the see through fabric.

Your mouth couldn't help but drool at the sight. She looked like an absolute goddess. All you wanted to do was devour her right there on the spot. "I thought we agreed we were going to wait to celebrate," You say with a single eyebrow raise and a smirk as you take the few last steps towards the bed.

"They're working you too hard, my love. You're too stressed and you deserve a break." She pulls at the waistband of your skirt, bringing you closer to her. "Let's have some fun tonight."

She uncrosses her legs when you reach her, revealing her matching lace thong. You stand between her open legs and instantly wrap your arms around her neck—hers wrapping tightly around your waist.

"You're lucky you look absolutely irresistible right now, Cissy. I could just eat you up."

"Then do it." A sly smirk appears on her face when you don't hesitate and quickly strip out of every piece of clothing before tossing them aside, leaving you completely naked in a matter of seconds.

She gave you a challenge, and you couldn't help but accept it.

You waste no time in straddling her and pulling her into a deep heated kiss. Giving her no time to react as your tongue finds its way into her mouth, instantly dominating hers.

Her hands find their way to your ass, gripping onto it tightly before giving it a sharp smack which earns a moan from you. It was definitely going to leave a mark and you knew it.

You push her back down onto the mattress before your mouth leaves hers to send wet kisses along her jawline and over to her neck. You knew you found her sweet spot when she moans softly. Her fingers made knots in your hair while you sucked and nipped at her smooth skin. She was marking you so you were doing the same, leaving hickeys all along her neck.

Your fingers make quick work to untie the small bow holding her top together before sliding it off, revealing her bare chest. You leave hickeys from her neck, to her collarbone, and down to the valley between her breasts. Working your way down her body, you sink to your knees at the edge of the bed when you reach for her thong and drag it off her, leaving you face to face with her soaked center.

She leans up on her elbows and locks eyes with your E/C ones before you lick the strip between her folds and enter your tongue. Her hips instantly bucking at her newfound pleasure. "Fuck you taste so good."

You start to steadily speed up your working pace when her fingernails claw at your scalp, pushing your head down farther.

"Oh my god, y-yes! Just like that, Princess." Her moans growing increasingly louder when your nose brushes up against her clit.

Her scattered moans were like music to your ears. Nothing turned you on more than when you hear her moan out your different pet names. You keep holding eye contact as you bring her legs over your shoulders, pushing yourself to tongue-fuck her even deeper.

Her eyebrows knitted together even tighter while her mouth hung ajar. You took note of her now breathy moans that left her mouth along with the squeezing of her thighs against your head.

She was close.

You keep up your pace while her orgasm becomes prominent when her head falls back and you hear her moan loudly, along with a few other expletives. You hum in response, lapping up all her juices.

Her breathing was heavy when you crawl back up to straddle her, instantly cupping her face with your hands and pulling her in for a quick but passionate kiss while her hands made their way back to your ass. "Now that's something I could do all day." You couldn't help your cheeky smile that was quickly spreading across your face.

She playfully rolls her eyes before flipping you both over, so now she was the one straddling you. "You had your fun, now it's time for mine." She pulls you up so your head is now laying on the soft pillows. "Be a good girl and close your eyes for me."

You do as she says and close both your eyes, biting your lip in anticipation. Her body soon leaves yours, leaving you cold without her warmth. "And no peaking!" She wasn't making a sound, making it difficult for you to hear what she was doing.

She's been wanting to try something for a while now and this was the perfect time to do it. A minute later you feel a dip in the mattress and her hot skin make it's way back onto yours—legs on each side of your hips.

"Open your eyes, love." To your surprise she has a bottle of red wine in her hand, but she had no glasses to put it in. "Do you trust me?" She raises an eyebrow while trying to suppress her excitement.

You slide your hands up her thighs and to her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Of course I do." Her question was confusing. She already knew you trusted her with your life which left you wondering why she even bothered to ask.

"Good, then open that pretty little mouth of yours."

She brings the bottle to your open lips, giving you a taste of your favorite wine. You hummed when the different flavors hit your tastebuds. It was both sweet and refreshing. Just like her.

She takes a big swig of it right after you, swallowing it with a loud gulp. A few droplets fell from the rim of the bottle and onto her chest when she went to pull the bottle away. You lean forward in attempt to lick the wine that's dripping down her breasts but she stops you halfway, putting a single hand on your chest and pushing you back down onto the mattress.

She shakes her head and smirks at your eagerness, only making her more confident about her next move. "I'd recommend you stay as still as you can, little one." She tips the bottle slightly over, sending small droplets of wine cascading onto your body. You couldn't help but gasp when the cool liquid touches your skin, pooling at your bellybutton.

The bottle reaches her mouth once more as she takes another big mouthful, this time not swallowing it. She sets the bottle aside on the nightstand before turning her focus back to you. Your breathing already getting ragged.

Her hand reaches for your face, squeezing your cheeks tightly to open your mouth. She leans forward to bring her mouth to yours, spitting her wine in your mouth. Her thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth and bottom lip, wiping off the excess liquid while you swallow what she gave you.

"You look so beautiful like this. Naked below me and completely at my mercy," She whispers and nips at your earlobe, earning a whimper from you before she lowers herself down to your chest.

Her tongue licks the few droplets that made their way up to your breasts before she attaches her mouth to your nipple, toying with your other one with her fingers. Your back arches when she nips at your nipple, sending some of the wine that's pooling on your stomach to drip down onto the sheets below you. She couldn't help but chuckle, knowing you were already making a mess.

She removes her mouth from your nipple to send you small kisses down your torso before she reaches your stomach, tutting when she sees the wine dripping down your sides. "I told you to stay still, didn't I? Don't worry, I'll save your punishment for another night." You let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

Her honey brown eyes are met with your beautiful E/C ones as she sucks up the rest of the wine remaining on your stomach. Her mouth leaves a trail of kisses on your abdomen and down to the spot you wanted her most.

She lowers her head to your glistening cunt, a gasp escaping your lips when her flat tongue licks a stripe up your folds. Her tongue was cool from the wine which made you shiver from her touch. Two of her slender fingers make their way to your entrance, spreading your wetness before sliding inside.

The pumping of her fingers were slow, yet she was hitting all the right spots with every thrust. Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit. Her tongue expertly making circles just the way you liked it. The mix of the red wine and your wetness made her never want to stop.

Your hand threads through her soft curls, grabbing a handful and pushing her head down farther. The wet sounds from her fingers thrusting in and out of you and your soft moans filled the room. Your head falls back when she adds a third finger, stretching out your tight walls.

Her movements come to a halt when she see you looking away from her. She hated when you looked away, the eye contact when she fucked you was more than enough to get her off again. The way your eyebrows knitted, the slight scrunch of your nose, and your mouth slightly ajar from your whimpering moans when you came was her favorite part.

"Look at me when I fuck you, I wanna see your pretty little face when I have you cumming all over my fingers. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes! Just please don't stop—" You're cut off when she starts her movements again but this time she starts to pick up the pace of her fingers. Her mouth returns to you clit, sucking on it gently before her tongue resumes its circles.

She looks up at you through her lashes, and you swear you could finish just from the sight. Her face buried between your thighs always made your heart skip a beat.

"Fuck, Cissy just like that!" You whimper as her movements increase even more. Your words only lit a fire inside her. Your knuckles were turning white from the tight grip on her hair.

A knot begins to form in your stomach and you knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer if she kept her pace up. Beads of sweat were forming on your forehead.

Your walls slightly clenching around her fingers let her know you were close. "Let it all out, Princess. Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my fingers."

She was relentless and she wouldn't stop until you finished. Your breathy moans turned into loud whimpers when you reached your orgasm, milking her fingers with your cum. She lets you ride out your high before she pulls her fingers out of you and sticks them in her mouth, sucking your release off her fingers.

Her mouth comes back to your used cunt, lapping up all your juices before she crawls back up to straddle you, bringing you in for a kiss. It was full of nothing but love and passion. Her tongue swirls around yours, letting you taste your sweet release that was now mixed with the wine.

She pulls away after a minute so you both can get some air. "Now aren't you glad we didn't wait to celebrate?" She couldn't help the smirk that spread across her face.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Yes, I'm very glad. And I hope you realize what you just did because now we have the whole weekend to celebrate." She chuckles and gives you another quick kiss before conjuring up a washcloth and cleaning you both up before tossing it aside.

She notices you trying to stifle a yawn and slides off next to you, pulling the covers over you both. "We can celebrate more tomorrow, my love." You turn your body to lay your head on her chest with an arm draped across her stomach. Her arms wrap around your body, rubbing your back soothingly.

It doesn't take long for you to fall into a peaceful sleep, fully excited for the rest of the weekend.

Chapter 10: A Sticky Situation - Larissa Weems

"Can we please do the thing?" Your favorite blonde asks sweetly as she straddles you, placing small kisses along your neck.

"It's going to be sticky."

"We can wash you up right after."

"It'll be messy."

"I've never complained about one of your little messes before." She smirks into your neck before hovering her lips right over yours. "Please?"

Her lips touch yours in a passionate kiss.

"You would taste even sweeter, my love."

The way she was begging, kissing your neck, and doing whatever it took to persuade you made you finally decide to give in and let her have her fun.

"Okay fine! You can do it."

"I knew you'd give in eventually. You know I'm not one to beg."

"Don't get cocky now or I'll change my mind."

She playfully rolled her eyes and kissed you one last time before striding towards the doorway, swaying her hips with every step. Your eyes couldn't help but admire the tall eccentric blonde before you. She had the body of a goddess and you couldn't help but stare in awe as she walked out of the door.

It didn't take long for her to come back into the room flaunting the chocolate syrup bottle in her hands with a smirk on her face.

"You're really enjoying this already, aren't you?"

"I'll enjoy it even more once I get to lick it off you." She pops the cap after straddling your hips once more.

"Oh I don't doubt that one bit, darling." You couldn't help but bite your lip in anticipation, all the worry of the possible mess fading away as she carefully let the liquid ooze onto the skin along your chest.

Your hands made home at her hips as she lowered her mouth down to your chest, tongue slowly dipping into the liquid, licking the small line of chocolate along your skin.

She moaned in appreciation as she knew you'd taste even more divine.

Not wasting another moment, she squeezed more across your chest but this time moved her tongue to trace around your nipple before pulling it in her mouth.

Blue eyes met yours as her tongue flicked against your hardened bud. Fingers instantly moved to her hair, tucking the stray curls behind her ear and out of her face.

Your back arched away from the bed, your body heavily pressed against her own when she switched breasts and used her free hand to continue toying with the other.

She was treating you like you were the most divine sweet she had ever tasted. And to her, you were.

You couldn't help but elicit a gasp when her teeth gently graze against your nipple.

After giving your breasts her utmost attention, she brings her mouth back to the center of your chest to lick the syrup off your skin, slowly traveling down to your stomach, past your navel, and licking her lips just as she reaches your cunt.

There was already a bit of a sticky feeling left behind but in the moment you didn't care as you were too focused on Larissa.

Legs instantly widen to make room for the blonde that now made herself comfortable between your thighs.

"Mmm, y'know what I'm looking forward to the most, love?" She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth as her fingers slowly glide up your inner thigh.

"Hmm?" Your eyes flicker down to meet hers.

"Tasting this sweet little pussy of yours along my tongue."

Your hips immediately buck when her pointer finger runs along your folds, spreading your wetness around.

A chill runs down your spine when she blows cold air at your wetness before bringing her tongue to your cunt, devouring you without hesitation.

Both of you hummed in unison but for completely different reasons.

She loved nothing more than to have the sweet taste of you along her tongue, and the fact that you finally let her have her chocolate fun only turned her on even more.

Her slick tongue glides along your clit, flicking and sucking simultaneously to give you the most upmost pleasure.

While your hands gripped the sheets at your sides, Larissa uses one of her free hands to lay atop one of your own.

She squeezes your hand as a gentle form of reassurance along with her bright blue eyes making contact with yours.

Her hand refuses to leave yours as she finds the perfect rhythm that gets your heart racing and your thighs wanting to close around her.

"You're doing so good for me, love."

An airy moan escaped past your parted lips at her loving praise.

"Please keep going!"

Your back arched off the mattress as you felt yourself getting close.

It took everything in you to stop your hips from bucking as she sucked harder with every passing second.

She could tell you were close by your now frantic breathing pattern.

"Come for me, darling."

Eyebrows were knitted tightly as you came not a moment later, eyes nearly going dark as you milk her tongue.

She hummed in approval as she lapped up your juices, carefully and skillfully to clean you up without making you extremely oversensitive.

"You did so good for me!" She praises after a quick lick of her lips.

She sweetly smiled at you as she slowly inches her way back up your body, leaving small kisses along your stomach and up your chest.

A blush couldn't help itself from appearing across your cheeks, a hint of pink prominently spreading along your skin.

Just as she finally reached your face, you thought she was going in for a kiss to your lips but she went even higher to kiss the center of your forehead. Then, she lowers to your nose to give it a small kiss as well.

Her lips then hover over your own for just enough time for her hands to cup your cheeks before finally placing a sweet kiss along your lips.

You couldn't help but smile into the kiss when her thumb gently strokes your cheek.

"Thank you," You finally speak after she pulls just slightly away.

"I should be the one thanking you. After all, you let me use my chocolate, taste you, and now I get to clean you up in the bath."

You playfully roll your eyes. "Fine, fine. You win this round. But don't get too cocky about it."

"Oh if you want I can go get the strap—"

"No!" You giggle at her enthusiasm. "At least not tonight. I'd like to walk tomorrow."

"There's no need to walk when you have me, Princess!" She smirks as she slides off the bed in one quick movement, pulling you along with her and picking you up bridal style. Her quick movements elicited a surprised squeal from you.

The tall blonde carefully brought you to the bathroom before setting you atop the counter and running a bath for you.

Larissa then kept her word and cleaned every inch of you while you sat between her legs, getting carried away in the moment while being pampered by the woman you love most.

Chapter 11: Mommy Dearest - Narcissa Black

"You're not afraid to get a little bit dirty, are you?" Narcissa asked in a seductive tone.

"I'm not afraid to get messy, Cissa. I'm not this innocent little lamb anymore."

"I see. . ." Narcissa turns around with a lit candle in hand. "Let's put that to the test then, shall we?"

Even though the room was already perfectly heated, a shiver still ran down your spine as she slowly approached.

She towered above you as you knelt on the wooden floor.

"Do you want me to stay like this?" You ask.

Narcissa circles you with slow deliberation, her dark eyes watching your every movement.

"Yes, darling. And no matter how badly it burns, you'll stay exactly like that. Do you understand?"

Your throat tightens as she knelt down to meet your face and you eagerly nod.

"Good girl." She smirked to herself as she stood back up. "Now, do you trust me enough to blindfold you?"

"Narcissa, I'm all yours."

"That's what I like to hear."

Without hesitation, she gently covered your eyelids with a silk blindfold. While you plunged into darkness, all other senses began to pick up.

You could feel the air shifting as Narcissa circled around you.

You do your best to remain perfectly still as the heat from Narcissa's body drew closer.

It takes everything in you to not jump when her voice sounds directly next to your ear.

"Brace yourself, dear. You might feel a slight. . . burn."

Narcissa was careful as the candle tilted forward and the first drop of wax hit your shoulder. The small drop only registered as a small prick of pain until another droplet fell.

Gasping, you remain to hold yourself still as the pain slowly spreads, making it feel as though your skin was on fire.

"Wax play is all about trusting your partner and taking it at a timely pace. I want you to feel every last drop that meets that beautiful skin. Can you do that for mommy?"

"Yes," You breathe out, thighs squeezing tightly against each other. "Anything for you."

Your body trembles as you feel the heat from the candle draw closer once more.

"I know you well enough to use the wax to entice as well as slightly hurt you in just the way that makes you ache for more. I can make it drop down your skin as if it was my hot, wet tongue."

Before you have time to respond, Narcissa tips the candle once more. Not only did the wax just touch your shoulder, but over your collarbone and along the upper swell of your breast.

It gently burns your skin before tightly hardening as the wax cooled.

You couldn't help but softly moan at the sensation.

"You see? No matter where it touches you, I can have you in the palm of my hand the entire time without any complaints."

"For example. . ." She continued, angling the candle once more to drip the wax over your breast once more, this time ensuring the wax touched your hardened nipple.

"Oh my god. . ." You whimper as the hot wax slowly drips down your bare skin.

As exposed as you were, everything in this moment was perfect. She knew you like the back of her hand. She knew how to get you going and beg for more.

"I can either make it hurt or I can make it feel good. It all depends on if you think you should be rewarded or punished."

She pauses and you realize she's giving you the option to choose what you want her to do next.

"I've been a good girl."

"How good?" She questioned.

"I've been doing everything I can to make you happy. I'm even on my knees for you."

"What else?" She uses a gentle finger to trace the hardened wax along your body.

"I'm wet for you." You swallow, unsure of how she'd respond until you hear a low growl come from the woman standing above you.

"How wet?" She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

Your entire body flushes as you think of a way to put it into words. But you know she's aching for a response so you give her exactly what you know she's looking for.

"Every inch of me is throbbing for you. . . needing for you. . . I can feel it slowly dripping down my thighs as we speak."

"Hmm. . ." She pauses, thinking for a moment, "Would you like mommy to help you with that?"

"Yes. . . please." You beg the witch. Your whole body is anticipating your reward.

Heat hits the center of your chest as the hot wax descends down the valley between your breasts, body reeling at the sensation.

"You have no idea how delicious you look right now. I could just eat up every inch of your perfect little body."

She could tell you were eager for more when you ever so slightly thrusted your chest up towards her.

Wanting to see your face, Narcissa freeing your eyes from the blindfold. Your eyes instantly flutter open to meet hers as you look up at her through your lashes.

Words are forgotten when a whimper escapes just as another drip of wax grazes over the edge of your other nipple.

The sensitive skin tightens, the sensation feeling overwhelming as you ache for her touch.

Unable to read your expression, Narcissa ensures that you're still okay.

"Want me to continue, or have you had enough?"

"More, please!" You beg her, "I want you to make me scream."

"As you wish, my sweet."

She tips the candle with more force, this time sending a splash of wax that drips from your breast and onto your thighs.

Your body clenches as it drips just along your inner thigh. She loved watching you completely at her mercy. The way your eyes begged her to keep going. You didn't dare move as you let her have her way with you.

"Please. . ." You plead, "Please touch me. I need you. Let me feel you." You whimper, your core couldn't take it anymore, needing her to help you reach that finish you're aching for.

"Lay back on the bed, darling."

You do as she says, your back instantly hitting the silk sheets while she blows the candle out and sets it aside.

Her hips swayed as she returned back to you, putting herself in your earlier position and getting on her knees at the foot of the bed.

She licks her bottom lip as she throws your legs over her shoulder and pulls you right up to her.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, god yes."

"Then it's what you shall get." She smirks.

Her golden hues bore into your own as she flattened her tongue to lick a wet strip up your folds.

She attaches her mouth to your clit, eliciting a small moan out of you in response. She used her skillful mouth to give you the utmost pleasure.

Your hand travels to her head and run your fingers through her soft two-toned hair.

Soft moans leave your lips as you can already feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the sensation from earlier built up inside you and it was all about to come crashing down.

She hums in approval as she pleasures you, savoring every possible second she had between your legs.

"Cissa, I'm so close—"

"Come for me, my sweet flower."

She expertly eases you into an orgasm, fingers gently pulled at her now tangled hair as your hips bucked at your growing sensitivity.

You do your best to catch your breath as your head lulls back against the bed.

"Wow. . ." You finally breathe out as Narcissa stands up, gently wiping her bottom lip.

"Wow is correct. I think it's safe to say this is my best work yet." She smirks as she toys with the hardened wax along your chest.

"I think you can still top it."

"Oh do you know?" She raised a brow.

"Most definitely."

"You're an eager little thing, aren't you?"

"Only for you, my love."

Her golden hues light up at your words.

"I sure hope so." She chuckles and holds a hand out for you. "Now let's go get you cleaned up, I want to cook for you tonight. Is that okay?"

"I would love nothing more."

The two of you walk hand in hand to the nearest sink so Narcissa can use her special oil with a washcloth to get you nice and clean.

Chapter 12: Starry Night - Brienne of Tarth

"Oh my god. It's beautiful."

Brienne had taken you for a walk away from the group to show you the bright stars lighting up the night sky. The two of you had laid down next to each other on a small blanket, staring up at the twinkling lights.

"It really is. . ." She replied back, but for her, she wasn't talking about the stars. Her blue eyes had been set on you the entire time, admiring the look of awe on your face.

It went unnoticed by you until you felt the slightest touch from her pinky against your own, causing you to force your eyes away from the sky and over to the blonde at your side.

The moon hit her porcelain skin at the most perfect angle, lighting up those soft features of hers that you always thought were beautiful.

Her eyes sparkled from the night sky as she looked into your own before flicking her gaze down to your parted lips.

She couldn't help the way she looked at you. The two of you had been traveling together for a while now, saving you more times than she can count because you refused to ever hide and surrender. She loved the way you stood up to not only yourself, but to those around you, and especially her.

You were always the one to comfort her at the harsh words thrown her way, and make her feel beautiful. That was something she always struggled with until you came along.

You were always the one thing on her mind. The one thing she swore to herself to always protect, no matter the cost. She didn't know when these feelings started to arise but she was glad they did.

The only thing she didn't know was that you felt the exact same way about her.

Your eyes flicking down to her own lips didn't go unnoticed by the woman. She was curious if your thoughts matched hers but the look on your face was hard to read.

You felt as if she was searching for some kind of sign and that's when you decided to give it to her.

Without hesitation, you brought your lips to her own, locking them together for a few precious seconds before backing away when you couldn't tell if she was okay with it.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't be." She cuts you off with a heated kiss.

Her rough hand found your cheek to slightly rest on as her tongue just barely swipes along your bottom lip. Your lips part under pressure from her tongue, and she immediately deepens the kiss. She moves her body to hover just slightly above your own.

"Brienne, what if somebody sees us?" You ask, when the two of you break for some air.

Her lips crash back against yours, gently shoving up your shirt to run her rough and calloused hand along your stomach.

She nips at your lower lip, catching it between her teeth, and draws it out between you, making a shiver run deeply down your spine.

"Everyone is asleep and down the hill. Now, get these off, love." She motions to your clothes as she stands up. She pulls her shirt off, followed by her pants and underwear so she's standing completely naked in front of you.

You've just barely gotten your own shirt off when you found yourself staring at her scarred, muscular form. Eyes admired her tall form as you checked her out from head to toe.

She smirks once she catches you staring at her.

"You're taking too long." She pulls you in with a finger hooked inside your belt loop, then swiftly unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down along with your underwear.

The cool air on your bare skin leaves you chilled until she presses her heated body fully against your own.

"I didn't know we were in a hurry." You tease her, dragging a finger down her stomach.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this. . ." She leans in to press her mouth against your exposed neck, hungrily sucking at your pulse-point.

Her hands sneak down your back to squeeze your ass and dig her fingers into the soft flesh.

You lift a hand to grab the back of her neck, forcing her into an open-mouthed kiss while your other hand roams her body until taking one of her bare breasts into your hand.

After giving it a gentle squeeze, you pinch her nipple between your fingers, eliciting a muffled moan from Brienne.

She can sense your cockiness when you smirk against her lips and she takes her control back by sliding her fingers through your hair and yanking your head back to look up at her, this time causing a moan from you.

"Don't forget I'm in charge here, little one."

You add fuel to the fire by licking up the curve of her jaw and all the way up to her ear, nipping at the shell of it before whispering in her ear.

"Then prove it."

Taking hold of your hips, she holds you in place as she trails hungry kisses and licks from one shoulder to the other. Each touch grows the desire in your body, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second.

Her tongue runs gently along the top of your shoulder, sucking gently at the soft flesh. Just as she feels you get relaxed at her touch, she digs her teeth sharply into your skin, making you audibly gasp.

She nips at the spot again, but this time soothing it with a tender lick followed by a kiss.

Brienne pulls back to admire the rapidly darkening spot with a devilish smirk plastered on her face.

"How's that for proving it?"

"Hmm—" She catches you attempting to tease her more and quickly sweeps your legs out from under you, but guides you down gently onto the soft blanket so you don't hit the ground hard.

The fabric is warm against your back, exactly matching the burning gaze from Brienne as she takes them over your naked body beneath her. She immediately senses you trembling below her.

Your eyes meet hers as she presses her weight onto you, pressing you into the ground as she straddles your waist.

You attempt to sit up to kiss her, but she presses a firm hand on your chest and pushes you back down before bringing her mouth to your stomach, slowly working her way down.

She bites the slight dip just at your hips as one of her hands glides along your inner thigh, just mere inches away from where you crave her most.

Your hips buck just as her fingers slide between your legs, spreading your wetness around. Two fingers surge forward to explore you, as her thumb circles along your clit, causing you to softly moan from pleasure.

She adjusts her fingers to curve at just the right spot while her mouth continues to nip and lick along the juncture of your hip.

Her thumb alternates between speed and pressure, each movement hitting you just right to leave you a moaning mess. You run a free hand over your breast to give it a squeeze as you watch her between your legs.

You arch your back at the squeeze of your nipple, but she pins you down to keep you in place to slowly build the pressure inside you.

Just as you can feel yourself get close, you can't help but whine of disappointment when she pulls her hand away, leaving you just at the edge.

"But I'm so close. . ." You reach a hand down to touch yourself, but she instantly catches you. She grabs both wrists in her hands and lifts them above your head.

She has you writhing beneath her as her perfectly blue eyes lock with yours. Her hands firmly pinning your wrists against the ground.

"I wasn't letting you finish that quickly. . ." She bites her lower lip with a smirk. "Now keep your hands there."

You nod, and she lets go of your wrists to trail her fingers lightly down your chest. She bends down to suck at one of your nipples. You think it was going to be easy to follow her orders until she nips, causing you to clench your fists, making you wish you had something to hold onto.

"You're being so good for me, darling."

Her praise goes straight to your core, your neediness only growing when she drags a nail down to your navel.

She sits back when you wiggle beneath her tough, looking from your face, to your darkened neck, to your chest, and down your stomach as you practically burn beneath her hungry gaze.

"Are you just going to look, or—" She cuts you off as she pinches your nipple roughly, causing you to moan louder than before.

She hikes one of your legs over her shoulder, slightly digging her fingers into the soft flesh.

"Patience. . ."

She licks up your inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where you want her, and although you want to thrust your hips to urge her closer, the hold she had on your leg remained as tight as ever.

She finally moves herself closer, lips firmly pressing against your most sensitive spot.

Your head tips back against the blanket, followed by an elongated moan.

"Yesss. . ."

The heat of her tongue against your cunt is overwhelming as she proceeds to explore every inch of you. Her hands still firmly kept your hips from moving.

Your fingernails dig into your palm, leaving crescent shaped marks as you do your absolute best to keep your hands in place instead of tangling in her short blonde hair.

She hums in approval at the sweet taste of you against her lips, flicking and sucking her tongue along your cunt. Just before you thought it couldn't get any better, she brings her thumb back to your clit as her tongue teases at your core.

The sensation from her skillful movements was more than enough to build that tightness inside your stomach as her movements grew faster.

Your eyes squeeze shut as she adjusts her pressure, leaving you teetering just on the edge.

"I'm so close. . ."

"Then finish for me."

Her last words were all it took to send the world crashing down around you, everything fading away as the ultimate pleasure took hold of you. Your orgasm hit you like never before, having you moaning out Brienne's name followed by a few expletives.

She helps ride out your high the best she can, and after, she licks her lips, swiping her tongue across her lower lip.

"You did so good for me." She praises as she brings herself to lay back down next to you.

"Thank you. . ." You couldn't help the blush that crept onto your cheeks at her words.

Her hand cups your cheek as she gives your forehead a gentle kiss, both of you smiling as you attempt to catch your breath. You move to lay in her arms, giving her cheek a gentle kiss in return, both of you returning your focus back onto the stars, completely content with the person beside you.

Both of you realized in that moment just how lucky you were to have each other when you both went to gently squeeze the other at the exact same time.

Chapter 13: Afterparty - Wanda Maximoff

The streets of New York were bustling with celebrations as your team once again saved the city from yet another catastrophic event.

Fireworks were booming, music was playing, and people of all ages were running along the streets surrounding Stark Tower. It was like something out of a movie.

You were all out on the balcony, admiring the celebration happening just because of you and your team, and were having fun watching an already drunk Tony try to get everyone to take another round of shots.

You were almost too caught up in the scene around you to notice that a certain red-haired 'friend' of yours had walked away from the group to head back inside.

You and Wanda have been having 'relations' for a while now but never put a name to it, as you were waiting for her to be fully comfortable with you, knowing she was beyond scared of losing another person she cared for.

It had been a bit since you last talked to her but you knew she wasn't a people person. Wanda was never a fan of large crowds and loud situations.

"Wanda!" You call out to her over the noise, stopping her in her tracks. "Where are you going?"

"It's getting a bit rowdy out here. . ."

"Want me to join you inside? We can hang out. Just the two of us. It’s quiet in my room, and I know how much you like the peacefulness." You offer her with a smile. "And I know how much you like me too." You bring your hand to her own, playing with her fingers.

"If you wanted me in your room so bad, all you had to do was ask." She playfully rolls her eyes, returning a smile, and fully taking your hand in her own.

"I know, but you know you love it when I say cute little things to you."

She chuckles in response, knowing it was true.

You lead her back into the building and down the long corridors until you reach your bedroom, opening the door and allowing her to enter first.

The fireworks outside were nearly inaudible, all that was left was just a quiet vibration through the walls around you.

"Better?" You ask her as you lean on the closed door behind you.

"A bit. . ."

"Good, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

"You know what would make this even better though?" She glides a finger along the edge of your mattress.

"What's that?"

"If you would come over here and we put this bed to good use." She makes eye contact with you as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

"If you wanted to fuck me so bad, all you had to do was ask." You imitate her line from earlier, unable to hide your smile as your body presses against her own, and interlocking your fingers with hers.

You lean in as if to kiss her lips but quickly dip to her jaw, peppering slow kisses along her jawline and across her cheek until you finally work your way to her rose-colored lips.

Pure happiness was bubbling inside the two of you as she cupped your cheek as your lips met in unison in a sweet kiss.

"I never want to let go of you, Y/N." She admits, pressing her forehead against yours. "You're the only one that ever makes me feel special like I'm not just some monster with my powers."

"You will never be a monster in my eyes, Wanda. I'm here for you. . . always." You touch her cheek gently, brushing your lips against hers. At that moment, it was like lighting a match from a flame.

You tug at each other's clothes, fingers clumsily taking each particle of clothing off until you're both naked.

In one swift movement, Wanda pulls you onto the bed, hastily climbing over you and straddling your waist. Her soft skin pressed heavily against you as her mouth crashed into yours.

She sends wet kisses along your jawline, desperately wanting to kiss every inch of you. Wanda slowly makes her way down your body, making sure to spend time on your breasts, then nipping at your hips, and teasing you by skipping where you wanted her most to kiss down your legs.

"You're such a tease."

"You know you love it." She places a tender kiss on your calf before spreading your legs and deliberately kissing back up to your inner thighs.

"Be mine, Y/N." She hesitates just as she hovers between your legs.

"You have me. All of me."

Her cold breath ghosts over your core, making you shudder before she brushes the tip of her tongue over your sensitive clit.

She licks teasing lines between your legs before swirling her tongue deep. You clutch the back of her head, desperate for more. She elicits a drawn-out moan from you as she alternated between flicking at sucking at your cunt.

This time, Wanda wasn't as tentative and gentle as she usually was, as she didn't hesitate to devour you. Her hands wandered your body mercilessly, teasing and playing at every limb, making you desperate for more.

She reaches a hand up to cup your breast, squeezing it before pinching your nipple between her fingers. Chills ran down your spine at the pleasure.

You couldn't help the clutch you had on her, pulling her head as close as you possibly could. You moved stray hairs out of her face and tucked them behind her ears.

Without thinking, and with a desperate whine from you, Wanda pulls herself on top of you, lips passionately meeting yours. Every inch of her body was heavily pressed against yours.

She pulled your bottom lip between her teeth before swiping her tongue along your own, deepening the kiss. One of your hands joins hers, interlacing your fingers together as your other hand traced down her side to land on her hips.

You helped guide her hips, grinding your needy cunts together while squeezing your hand. Moans of ecstasy couldn't help but escape either of you. Your nails dug into her flesh, creating crescent moon marks along her porcelain skin.

Both of you were panting messes, moans escaping here and there, and you were glad nobody else was inside as neither of you were being quiet and discreet during your activity.

Wanda's breasts pressed heavily against yours as she used her mouth to attach to your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin below your ear, ensuring to leave a prominent mark for her to enjoy seeing later.

She had never been this feral before, and part of you was proud that only you could see this side of her compared to her usual quiet self.

Nobody had this effect on her, except you.

The increasingly frantic mess of Wanda's hips let you know that she was just as close as you were. Both of you quickly spiral out of control.

You had both held onto each other's hand for dear life as you both became undone at the same time, both moaning each other's name.

Her forehead pressed against yours as she rode out her high before bringing her movements to a steady halt. You felt her wetness along your flesh as you both sat there catching your breath.

"You're perfect, Wanda Maximoff." You remove your hand from her hip to squeeze her cheeks, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

Heat rose to her cheeks after you broke the kiss and the two of you couldn't help but smile at each other.

It was unsure how long the two of you lay there in each other's arms until a hasty knock on your door pulled you two out of your bubble and back to reality as you had to quickly clean yourselves up and make yourselves look presentable again before an impatient Thor broke down the door.

Chapter 14: All You Can Eat - Emily Prentiss

Notes:

Hey my lovely readers! I have a quick question before we get into this oneshot. I come from wattpad so I am used to my oneshots being all in one book, but with that being said, would any of you like me to post these oneshots individually as well? Please let me know in the comments! I am more than willing to post them individually for those who only want to read a certain character. That is all for today, happy reading!

Today was another day where everyone sat at their desks, pens scribbling away at whatever documents were handed to each and every one of you. Boredom. That was one way you would describe a work day like this. It was your least favorite day at the BAU.

You threw your pen down with a sigh and ran a hand down your face, wiping the small beads of sweat along your forehead. The air conditioners in the office had stopped working the day before and wouldn't be fixed for another few days, making paying attention a whole lot harder when all you wanted to do was rip all of your clothes off.

Looking around, you noticed others either had rolled their sleeves up or unbuttoned a bit of their shirts in hopes of cooling themselves down. You felt bad for Reid as his hair was now grown out and kept falling over his face.

You decided to unbutton a small line of buttons along your shirt, stopping just as a bit of cleavage made itself visible. To help your situation, you also tied your hair up in a high ponytail to get the extra heat off your neck from your hair.

Your actions didn't go unnoticed by your boss when she peered at you through the open shades of her office window. She couldn't help but admire the way your skin had an extra glow from the heat and the way your breasts were just visible enough to her when you bent down in your chair to pick up a stray piece of paper that had fallen on the floor.

A finger ran across her bottom lip when she noticed just how short your skirt was today and how much it rode up your thighs when you sat back with a sigh.

Emily had trouble clearing her racing thoughts that were all about you. She had liked you since you first walked through the doors and made it very clear the first time she had asked you out on a date. You two had since gone out a few times but never made anything official and now, in this moment, she was dying to have you all to herself.

She hastily stood from her desk and made her way towards her door, opening it up the rest of the way to look out at the rest of the team working.

"You guys deserve a well needed break, why don't you all go out and get some lunch, on me. Go to some air conditioned restaurant and take all the time you need. Take Rossi with you too."

The team all whooped loudly, thankful to get out of the oven that was the office and take a break.

Everyone gathered their things to leave for lunch but you stopped in your tracks when Emily called out to you, gaining your attention.

"Yeah?" You look up at the woman leaning against the metal railing in front of her office.

"Will you stay and help me with something? I could use an extra pair of eyes."

"Of course!"

"Derek, bring her back food," Emily orders the man as she hands him her credit card. "And no buying alcohol. We are still on the clock and we are not about to have a repeat of you allowing Spencer to get wasted over bottomless mimosas and bringing him back here when he can barely form a sentence."

The group snickered at the memory of that day you all had to tend to the poor guy.

"Okay, it was one time!" Derek says matter of factly, doing his best to hide his smirk.

"Garcia, I'm putting you in charge." Emily points at the blonde.

"You can count on me, boss lady!" Garcia salutes towards Emily before they all gather in the elevator, leaving you all alone in the office with Emily.

You look over at the woman leaning across the railing, her dark eyes glued onto you as she looks you up and down.

"You don't need my help with work, do you?" You swivel your chair in her direction and cross your legs, giving her the quickest glimpse of your panties just before your leg blocked her view.

"I do need your help with something. Why don't you come step into my office and I'll show you."

You raise a brow when she ever so slightly bites her bottom lip when you stand, purposefully showing off your figure with the tightness of your clothes. You purposefully take your time up the few steps and towards your boss.

"We don't have all day."

"I sense someone is a bit hot and bothered." You innocently say when you reach the brunette standing in the doorway to her office. "Care to share why?"

Emily pulls you into her office the second you get in arm's length, hastily shutting the door behind you and lightly pushing you against it, pressing her body against your own.

"You expect me to focus on my work when you're sitting there looking like this?" She drags a finger down your chest, stopping just above your cleavage.

"So what you're saying is, if I unbutton this a little bit more," You begin to unbutton more of your shirt to reveal a white bra underneath that is covering your breasts. "You'll keep your focus on me?" You look up through your lashes at the woman with not so innocent eyes.

"Always such a fucking tease. . ." Emily growls before colliding her lips with yours, instantly taking your bottom lip between her teeth, eliciting a quiet moan from you.

Emily picks you up by the back of your legs and presses you closer against her as you help hold yourself up by wrapping your legs tightly around her waist.

She breaks the kiss for a breath of air as she leads you away from the door. You gently kiss and nip along her neck and collarbone as she sets you atop her desk.

"Now to get these out of the way. . ." Emily looks down at your half open shirt with your bra poking through. She dips down to finish unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off your body before gliding her fingers to your back and unclasping your bra before tossing to the side.

"So fucking perfect." She looks down at you in awe as she admires your bare chest.

Emily gently pushes your back along her desk, covering her work, before she brings her lips to your chest, kissing across the bare skin before working her way to your breasts. She instantly attaches to your nipple, pulling the hardened bud between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue.

Your back arched when she gently suckled your bud, pushing your breasts harder against her.

"Emily. . . " Her heated eyes fixate on your own at the use of her name. "What if somebody sees?" You flick your eyes towards the partially opened shades of her window that looks out into the rest of the office.

"We'll have to make this quick then, won't we, beautiful?" She smirks before kissing down your chest, past your navel, and stopping just at the hem of your skirt. Her fingers hook underneath the band before slowly dragging the skirt down, lifting your lower half off the desk to help.

Emily immediately gets to her knees and pulls your body to the edge, giving your clothed center a gentle kiss.

You lean yourself up onto your elbows to watch the raven haired woman kneeling between your legs, gazing at you with her hungry eyes.

She brings her mouth to the top of your panties, pulling the lace between her teeth before slowly dragging it down your legs and dropping it to the floor. Emily helped kick off your heels, dropping them onto the floor before bringing her lips to your ankle and slowly kissing her way up.

She keeps her movements slow and sensual, building up your need for her between your legs. She kisses a trail up your leg, smirking to herself once her eyes make contact with your glistening cunt.

"Mmm, so wet for me already." She lowly chuckles as she hovers just over your center before flattening her tongue to lick a strip up your folds. Emily immediately hummed as her tongue swirled around your clit.

Your head lulled back at the sweet sensation, vision getting hazy when she slowly slid a finger past your entrance. She kept her slow speed, gradually wanting to build the pressure to receive a bigger climax.

"Fuck. . ." You couldn't help but moan out when she added a second finger.

Emily watched as you slowly became undone just by her touch. She loved to watch your bare chest rise and fall with each quickening breath.

"Faster, please—" You begged the woman between your thighs, eyes returning their focus back onto her and locking eyes with a pair of dark lustful ones.

She did just as you asked and increased her speed, curling her fingers just enough to elicit another throaty moan. Her mouth left your clit to suck on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Her teeth just barely grazed the skin before nipping, causing you to audibly gasp. She used her tongue to soothe the now tingling sensation before finding another spot to play with just an inch away.

Emily continued marking across your thigh while her fingers kept at their relentless pace. She took note of the way your eyebrows tightly knitted and the way your hips just slightly bucked.

"You're close." Emily meant to word it as a question but came out more as a fact as she's had more than enough experience with you to tell when you were on the brink of an orgasm.

You nodded your head frantically as you moaned out in pleasure to the newly added thumb.

"Finish for me, my sweet girl." She gave your leg a sweet kiss, her words being the final push to have you writhing beneath her as you came along her fingers with a drawn out moan.

"Yess. . ." Words get caught in your throat as your vision blurred, the ultimate pleasure coursing throughout your body as you threatened your hips to not buck.

Legs were quivering after she helped ride out the high that now left you panting. Emily lapped up your juices, careful with your sensitivity and cleaning you up to her best ability.

"You're always so good at listening to me." She smirked while standing up and wiping her mouth with her thumb.

"I try—" Your voice was cut off by the sound of Emily's cell phone ringing next to your hip. Both of you immediately turn your attention to the illuminated screen that reads 'Derek Morgan'.

He always had impeccable timing with his phone calls. He had once called Emily when she first used her strap on you, and you had to sit there struggling to keep quiet while she was simultaneously on the phone with the man and fucking you at the same time. She admitted to enjoying every second of it as you were never one to be quiet.

She picked up the phone with a sigh as she stood between your legs.

"What did you do?" She immediately assumed the worst.

You can't quite hear his response on the other end, but you notice all of her focus has left you and is now on the man on the other end of the call.

Without hesitation, you slide yourself off Emily's desk, dragging a few papers down along the way but you didn't care as you stood up to quickly unbutton the shirt off the woman in front of you and slide it off her shoulders before falling to your knees and making work on her pants.

Nimble fingers worked at her belt, which immediately brought her attention back to you. She looked down at you with a raised brow while you sat with a devilish smirk on your face as you dropped the belt to the floor to unbutton her slacks.

You blurred out her conversation with Derek as you were too focused on the task at hand.

She kept her dark eyes on you with curiosity and admiration at your boldness as you tugged the fabric down her legs. You rolled your eyes when she used your head for support while she stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. You helped her step out of her heels before you placed gentle hands on her hips to guide her down onto the seat behind her.

She was left with nothing but her lavender bra and panties that were perfectly in tone with her skin and you loved the way it hugged her curves perfectly. It was one of your favorite sets of hers and she made it a habit of wearing it often.

Your smirk only grew as you made way between her legs to notice her wetness through the lace on her panties. You hooked your fingers in her panties to move them aside, instantly bringing your fingers to her cunt.

She had to cover her gasp with a cough as she tried to focus on her call with Derek. Two fingers dip past her entrance, curling in an instant to hit her sweet spot. Her grip on her phone tightened as she watched with heated eyes as you attached your mouth to her clit.

Emily's free hand slid through your soft locks, tugging at them with need as she attempted to pull you closer than you already were. She did everything in her power to suppress her moans, having to move the phone away from her as a whimper forced its way through.

"Fuck. . . yes. . ." Emily had only hoped that Derek was too preoccupied with the group to hear her whispers of pleasure.

You flicked and sucked along her sensitive bud as your eyes glued onto her, watching her every reaction to your touches.

"N-no, Derek." Emily had to force out an answer when the man asked if she wanted anything. "Fuck—" She whimpered for only you to hear. "Yes I'm sure!" She raised her voice before hastily hanging up the phone and dropping it to the floor, unable to keep herself quiet any longer.

You were glad there was nobody around as a long drawn out moan from Emily would've been heard from everybody. She was just glad to be off the phone, that way she could prove to you just how good she feels.

"Just just that, babygirl." She cooed as she moved some stray hairs away from your face. "I'm so close—" She softly moaned as you increase your pace.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she became undone before you, her orgasm strongly hitting her like a truck. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to nearly draw blood.

You slowed your pace as you helped her ride out her climax as the wetness from her release covered your fingers. She could barely form a sentence when she had gently grabbed your wrist to pull your hand away from her cunt before she got overstimulated.

She was eager to taste herself along your tongue, quickly pulling you up by your wrist and grabbing the back of your neck to bring your face to her own, crashing your lips together. You instantly moved to straddle her, running your fingers through her raven hair as your tongues met in unison.

You both hummed in approval at your sealed kiss. Her hands slid down your back to grab hold of your ass and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Be mine." She whispered against your lips, breaking from the kiss as she leaned her forehead against your own.

"I'm all yours." You reassured her, bringing your lips back to hers in a heated kiss that got interrupted by the sound of the elevator dinging and the team piling back into the office.

"Shit—" You both swore in unison as you both hopped up to hastily get your clothes back on before anybody looked through the open shades and saw you. You helped each other get redressed, keeping your eyes on Derek as he slowly made his way to you, thankfully being distracted by Garcia.

The two of you looked each other over, fixing yourselves to look just as you did before your activities before separating. Emily quickly made her way to sit behind her desk as you made yourself comfortable on her couch at the opposite end of the room. Both of you sat down just in time as Derek walked past the window and knocked on the door.

Emily spoke out to let him in and Derek's eyes instantly traveled between yours and hers as he took note of your body language and Emily's tell as she was picking at her fingers, and smirking to himself once he profiled the situation.

"I got your favorite, Y/N." He handed you a to-go container that held your lunch that you were no longer hungry for.

"Thanks, Derek." You forced a smile onto your face, avoiding eye contact with the man as he just nodded his head and slipped out as fast as he could, hastily walking back to the group with a massive smirk to share what just happened while everyone was gone.

You and Emily both thought you were in the clear, but with a team full of profilers, it became clear that you two were not so discreet after all when she looked out her window to see numerous heads flick in her direction, each person with a snarky smirk spread across their faces. Emily ran a hand over her face before looking over at you.

"They know." She quietly informed you.

"Shit." You mumbled, leaning yourself back against the soft cushions.

"Shit indeed." Emily replied back, groaning as she laid her head down on her desk, dreading the conversation you two are going to have to have with the team the second you walk out of the room.

Chapter 15: Steamy - Lady Lesso

The comfort of a hot shower always helped soothe tense muscles after a long and stressful day. You were already naked and under the cascading warm water when the bathroom door suddenly came to a sharp close.

"Leonora?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you going to join me?"

"Yes dear, but I need you to close your eyes first."

"Why?" You question, trying to focus on the tall shadow through the foggy glass door of the shower.

"Just do it, I have a surprise for you." Her voice was much deeper than usual and it was easily recognizable as her very distinctive stern voice.

You do as you're told and cover your eyes with your hands. "Okay, eyes are closed."

The shower door slides open and the woman steps inside, just a few inches in front of you and closes the door behind her.

"Open your eyes."

Following her directions, your eyes open and are met with a naked Lesso. The only thing covering her skin was her new strap attached at her hips. Your finger instantly ran along its length, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Do you want to suck it, darling?"

You eagerly nod your head.

After many, many, different occasions where you've begged her to get one, she finally caved in and decided to buy one just for you. Part of her was eager to see how you were going to take it.

"Then get on your knees and put that pretty little mouth to work."

Water ran down your back as you became aware of just how big the toy was when your knees were met with the cold floor and it was out in front of your face.

Lesso had a smirk when she saw your eyes widen just the slightest.

She pushes stray hairs out of your face and slides her hand to the back of your head, slowly guiding you towards the toy.

Your tongue licks the bottom side of the dildo before slowly inching it inside your mouth. It glides in with ease and Lesso proudly watches how deep you can go.

"That's my good girl."

You relax your throat to your best ability as she coaxes you along.

"You're doing so good for me."

She helps guide your head along the full length of the strap, but gentle enough to ensure you went only as far as you were comfortable.

"Just like that. . ."

You slowly begin to bob your head back and forth as your eyes wander up the long pale body of the woman towering above you.

Lesso gathers your hair, making a makeshift ponytail atop your head to help guide your movements easier. She hums in approval at your eagerness to please her.

You force your eyes up at your lover, just to be met with a pair of bright eyes looking proudly down at you. You notice small beads of sweat forming along her pale skin as the heat from the shower fills the air around you two.

Your eyes then heavily fell upon her body, watching as her bare chest moved with each deep breath the tall woman took.

"Mmm, I could have you do this all day. . ." She adored the growing shade of pink along your hollowed cheeks. "But, I think I'd rather watch you from a different position." Lesso pulled your hair back, just hard enough to elicit a muffled moan from you as she slowly pulled the toy from your mouth.

She let go of your hair, and you watched her move herself to the built-in marble bench along the wall. Lesso sat herself along the cold interior and motioned with a single finger for you to come towards her. You shakily stood to your feet and took a few steps to the ginger-haired woman.

She pulled you in by your hips as her eyes wandered over every bare inch of your body, basking in the beautiful sight in front of her with a gleam in her eyes.

"My beautiful girl. . ." Lesso traces a light finger along your hipbone. "I want to watch you ride me." She puts a hand in yours to pull you onto her lap and gives you a chance to adjust your positioning as you straddle her. "Can you do that for me? Can you handle it?"

You eagerly not your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Use your words, sweet thing." She softly kneads her fingers along your hips.

"I can take it."

She raises a sharp eyebrow, unsure of your soft tone.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling yourself closer to the redhead, and pouring all of your attention into her cloud-like eyes.

"I can take it." You repeat yourself with a more confident tone this time around to make your case. "Let me show you just how good I can take it for you." You lowered your voice as your lips hovered over hers.

"Then show me." She couldn't help the smirk that immediately spread across her face when you eagerly adjusted yourself to hover your body just above her.

You snuck a hand underneath you to grab hold of the toy and slide it past your entrance. You lowly hummed, leaning your forehead against hers as you lowered yourself slowly onto the toy, taking it in little by little.

Her hands kept their grip at your waist, keeping you steady as you got yourself started. Once you took her all in, you slowly moved yourself along the full length, staying at a steady pace as your body adjusted to its fullness.

You brought your lips to meet with hers, engulfing her lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. You softly moaned when she bit your bottom lip, pulling the flesh between her teeth, adding a bit of pain to your pleasure.

Her hands roam to your backside, taking your asscheeks in each hand and giving them a squeeze. Lesso used her new hand placements to pick up your pace along her toy. Your moans of pleasure only grew as the toy hit your sweet spot at every thrust of her hips to meet you halfway.

“You’re taking it like such a good girl.”

She kept her pain element with pleasure by digging her nails slightly into your skin. She hummed as she kissed along your jawline, making her way to your neck and sucked along the sweet flesh, nipping at the soft skin to mark her territory. After each nip, she would use her hot tongue to soothe the pinched flesh. Marks were left down your neck and across your collarbone.

Fingers slipped through her crimson hair to softly pull at the beautiful coils.

“H-harder, please.” You whispered against her lips as you kissed the woman beneath you.

In one slick move, Lesso thrusted her hips up, slamming her thighs against your skin, causing you to loudly moan out her name. The grip on your ass tightened, nails digging deeper into your sensitive skin that were sure to leave dark marks for her to admire after.

Her pace turned faster, needier, as she pounded her toy as deep and hard as she possibly could, softly moaning to herself when she felt pleasure right back from the toy hitting her clit with each thrust. Your breathing was erratic at the sensation. You had nearly drowned out the sound of the cascading water as you listened to her quiet breathy moans mix with the sound of your skin roughly making contact with hers.

You could feel your legs grow tired from holding yourself up, but you didn't care, you just wanted to be pleasured as you felt yourself nearing your climax.

“Yess. . .” Your head fell back as you closed your eyes. Lesso took the opportunity to kiss down your neck, making a trail down your body to reach your breasts. She pulled your nipple into her mouth with her teeth before sucking on the bud. You tried to relax your breathing as her tongue swirled along your nipple. One hand soon after left your ass to grab hold of the other breast.

Your breath caught in your throat when she pinched the bud between her fingers, gently at first before adding more pressure, and that was the cause of your undoing. You came along her thick length with a long drawn out moan, with expletives and her name spilling out soon after. She licked her way up your chest before connecting your lips with hers in a heavy kiss.

She admired the way your chest sharply rose with each breath along with the subtle glow from the light radiating off the wetness coating your bare skin. Your movements came to a near halt as you finished riding out your high.

“You did so good for me, darling.” She cooed as she moved a stray hair away from your face.

“One more. . . Please–” You begged her as your hips refused to stop slowly moving.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.” You begged her again before she brought her hands back down to your hips.

“Anything for you, beautiful girl.”

She guided your movement this time around, grinding your hips along hers, giving you both the same amount of pleasure as she filled you and the toy gently rubbed against her clit. You found a steady rhythm as you were grinding yourself along the redhead.

Your legs grew weaker as your body ached from the physical activity. Both of you moaned in unison as you gradually moved your hips faster to cause more friction.

“Just like that, baby.” Lesso sharply pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to suppress another moan from escaping. Your hand reached up to cup her breast, holding her tit as your thumb gently slid across her nipple.

A familiar knot formed in your abdomen as your legs slightly quivered. Lesso held your chin with her thumb and forefinger to bring your face towards hers to give you a sweet peck on the lips. The redhead beneath you gasped when you pinched her nipple, giving her the same mixture of pain and pleasure as previously she gave you.

“I-I’m so close–” You nearly whispered against her parted lips.

“I’m nearly there too.” She cut you off to announce her own upcoming climax, wanting to finish with you. Your grinding grew more frantic as your body begged to reach your second orgasm. Lesso’s head leaned back against the marble wall as her bright eyes were glued onto your own.

“Oh my god. . .”

“Fuck–” Lesso whimpered out as she finally reached her orgasm, with you following suit not a moment later. She tried to keep her breathing at a normal rate as you both watched each other come undone at the exact same time. You kept her tit squeezed in your hand as her own grip tightened along your skin.

Your both sat still as you tried to catch your breath and she took a deep inhale. You whimpered as you lifted yourself off of her, leaving her lap and attempting to stand up. Lesso held your hips as she watched you with wobbly legs, doing your best to not fall to your feet and having to hold onto the wall for support.

She chuckled and shook her head at your stubbornness in showing her you could handle the aftermath of your actions.

“You okay over there?” She asks with a smirk as she went to unstrap herself and saw you heavily leaning against the cold wall with your legs crossed.

“I-I’m good.” You reassured her with a forced smile that she didn’t believe for one second.

Lesso turned the water off as she finished cleaning off her toy and letting it fall to the floor after turning the hot water off, not wanting to deal with it at the moment as she knew she was going to have to carry you out.

“Mhm. . .” Her smirk only grew wider. “Wait right here.” She chuckled again, knowing you weren’t about to move anyways.

She stepped out of the shower to grab two towels. Lesso wrapped one securely around herself before reentering the shower and wrapping you with the other one and holding her arms out to you. “Come on.” She sternly commanded you.

You frowned and got into her arms and let her carry you back to your shared bedroom.

“Oh, don’t pout. We both knew you weren’t walking afterwards.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as she set you down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to tell her that she was right.

She walked to the nearest dresser and pulled out two silk gowns along with some panties for you to each wear to bed. You were handed your clothes but you didn’t know if you could handle standing up without your legs turning into noodles.

She didn’t notice you not getting up until after she was completely dressed for bed and saw you giving her your cutest begging eyes for her to help you. Lesso of course didn’t hesitate to slide your panties on and your gown over your head and finished you off with a kiss to your forehead, eliciting a grateful smile from you.

You pulled yourself under the covers as she left to return a minute later with a glass of fresh water to set on your nightstand for when you needed it. You both giggled as she decided to crawl over you to her side of the bed instead of walking around to the other side. She made her way under the covers as she pulled you as close as possible to her, having you lay your head on her chest. You immediately yawned as you made yourself comfortable.

“Go to sleep, sweet girl.” She kissed the top of your head before getting into a comfortable position herself, and laying her head back against the silk pillowcase. You were asleep in nearly an instant while she laid there stroking your hair with a smile on her face, thinking about how lucky she was to have you.

Chapter 16: Sweet Thing - Alcina Dimitrescu

You were too focused on finishing the final touches of your dessert to notice the tall raven-haired woman glancing at you from across the room as you held your breath to ensure the icing along your cake was precise. Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as you examined your hard work with the intricate lines that formed the most beautiful pattern atop the cake.

It was one of the other maids birthday's and you took it upon yourself to help her celebrate as you and your fellow workers were the closest to the young maid as she had no family left. When you thought of the idea to make something special for her, you were surprised to hear from Alcina that she was allowing you to do such a task in her castle, as it was your place to care for her, and not anybody else, but the tall woman had her eye on you as you were the newest hire in the castle.

Although you had only been there for nearly a month, she noticed the way you were quick and efficient at your job. Rooms got cleaned without a speck of dust in sight, and she took note of the way your gentle hands moved her expensive decorations around, only to put them back in their exact position after they were thoroughly cleaned. You were never one to pry into Alcina's business unlike the other maids when one would suddenly go missing or there was a new bloody mess to clean after Alcina's daughters were done snacking. You kept to yourself, and that was something that intrigued her.

You knew of the Dimitrescu family's inhuman abilities but didn't dare ask questions out of respect, and with that, Alcina never laid a finger on you. . . That was, until a large pale hand found its way to your shoulder just as you had finished your task.

"Is it finally finished?" Alcina's sultry voice rang in your ears as she blew smoke past her lips from her lit cigarette that sat delicately in its elegant holder between her fingers.

"I think so—" You eyed the finished product, refusing to bring your eyes to the woman towering behind you as she slipped one of her black gloves off.

"Then I think it's time we taste it." Without hesitation, Alcina leans forward, her clothed breasts just barely touching the top of your head as she dips a slender finger into the frosting covering the cake, making you stand completely still in shock at both of her actions.

As Alcina brought her icing covered finger to her face, your head tilted up and eyes lingered on the way her darkened red lips wrapped around her pale finger before swallowing and contemplating for a moment.

"It's lacking a bit of. . . sweetness." She admitted with a frown.

"Oh– perhaps you need to wash it down with some wine! I've heard the other maid's talk about the wine cellar, I could go fetch–"

"No!" Alcina immediately cut you off, catching herself by surprise with her quick response.. "I mean. . ." She quickly looked around before catching sight of an unopened bottle of red wine to her left and picking it up to show you. "This will do just fine. Be a dear and grab two glasses for me." She pointed towards the glass cabinet that contained her favorite wine glasses, hoping to distract you from her fast response as she herself just realized why she was quick to begin with. You mentioned the wine cellar. There were things that happened down there that she didn't want your innocent eyes to see. There was a reason why the Dimitescu family was always in need of a new maid, but for some reason, the second you walked through her grand doors, there was something that stopped her from wanting to harm you, and it was at this moment that she realized she had a special liking to you, and she couldn't control her wandering thoughts any longer.

"Two glasses?" You eyed her curiously.

"For the two of us, of course. I thought you could use a break, unless you'd rather go back to cleaning–"

"Two glasses coming up!"

Alcina held back a smirk as she took a step back, allowing space for you to move freely around her and nab two glasses from the wooden cupboard.

"Where would you like me to serve you, Lady Alcina?"

"What have I said about the formalities, darling?" She tilted her head slightly.

"To call you by your given name. My apologies, Alcina." You bowed your head in respect.

"You're too sweet for your own good. . ." Her gaze immediately softened as she tilted your head back up with the point of her finger under your chin. "That's why you're my favorite." She smiled for the first time at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. "Now come, it's been a long day and I can't stand another moment in these infuriating heels." Alcina dropped her finger from your chin and clutched onto the wine bottle as she aimed for the door. Due to her height, Alcina had to bend forward to step under the doorframe, completely filling your view with the curvature of her lower body as her rear end was at eye level as she bent her way into the next room with you just behind her, a slight blush creeping onto your face when you noticed your lingering gaze on the woman's body and had to force your eyes away.

"Where are we going?" You question, when you two walk past the parlor where she normally drinks her beloved wine.

"To my chambers. I have a proposition for you."

"Why not ask me here?"

"It's more of a. . . private matter."

"Right. . ." You nodded your head in response as if she could see you with her back turned as the two of you made your way up the grand staircase and down the dimly lit hallway leading to her bedroom. She entered the same way she had to leave the kitchen, with the slight bend of her body, clouding your view once more with her backside.

Your eyes immediately scanned the elegant room surrounding you, as it had been your first time ever allowed into Alcina's private quarters. Her furniture was larger than a regular humans, to be more accommodating of her larger physique. She sat at her vanity with a small huff as she freed her feet from her black stilettos, tossing them to the ground as you just stood quietly at the entrance, fixated on the way her fingers were gentle with every move she made. Even as she was sitting down, her posture remained perfect.

"You can come in. Close the door behind you and pour us some wine." She chuckled when she caught sight of your nervous stance.

"Okay. . ." You immediately came to her side after closing the door behind you and setting the two glasses on her vanity before popping open the wine bottle and gently pouring the dark liquid into each glass, careful not to make a mess with the way your hands were slightly shaking.

"Thank you, dear." Alcina swirled her wine before taking a large sip, quietly humming at the plethora of flavors reaching her taste buds.

With hesitation, you picked up your own glass, and did just as she did, swirling the beverage around before taking a small sip. You hummed to yourself once you got a taste of the wine, as you immediately took a liking to it.

"Good, isn't it?" Alcina asked, before tossing her gloves on her vanity, followed by her large black hat that always shaded her face, freeing her pin tight curls.

"Very." Your eyes were trained on her as she looked at herself in the mirror, taking the pins out of her raven colored hair, and running her slender fingers through her curls.

"Good. I knew you would like it. After all, I do make the wine myself." She states matter of factly as her golden eyes meet yours through the reflection.

"You're very good at it."

"That's very kind of you, thank you." She smiled softly, and you gave her one in return. "Will you be a dear and unbutton my dress for me?" She asks politely.

"Oh- of course." You set your glass down next to hers before standing behind her, bringing your shaky hands to the back of her white dress and carefully unbuttoning the fabric little by little, slowly revealing her pale back until each button was undone. "There you go."

Alcina took another sip from her glass before she stood up, towering over you. "Would you like to hear my proposition?" She asked calmly, slowly sliding her arm out of her sleeve.

"Yes. . ." You eyed her curiously, slightly knitting your eyebrows, and forcing yourself to not tear your gaze from her glowing eyes. "You said it was a private matter?"

"I did, yes." She slid her other sleeve off, and slowly dropped her lush white dress down past her curves, revealing her slightly see-through black laced lingerie set that barely covered her luscious curves.

Your heart immediately started beating faster, and Alcina immediately caught on as you cleared your throat and tore your eyes away from her, instead taking another sip of your wine to cover the rising heat in your cheeks.

"If I'm being completely honest, you're one of the best maids I've ever hired. And I know you've only been here a month but I've noticed how hard you work. It's quite impressive." Alicia admitted as she bent to take another swig of her wine, thinking about her next words carefully.

"Thank you—"

Alcina lifted a finger to your lips, silencing you, before sliding that same finger down to your chest, walking you slowly backwards towards her bed. "And so I had this thought, that since you do so much around here, perhaps I could do a little something for you in return."

The back of your knees bump into her bed frame, sticking you in between both the bed and Alcina.

"Is that okay, doll?"

You nod your head, throat going dry at her sudden closeness.

"Use your words."

"Yes— do what you want. Please." You instantly caved, words coming out as more of a beg than you had originally planned, but with a bit of liquid courage, and a half naked Alcina towering over you was all it took for you to completely give into her control without a second thought.

"Good girl." Alcina smirked, and revealed her long and sharp claws in nearly an instant, making you freeze in place with wide eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to tear this little dress off your body, is that alright?"

"Yes. . ." You were soft spoken and didn't dare move as she gently used her claws to rip your dress open from the front, it fell straight to the floor in the blink of an eye, leaving you shocked that she left you completely unscathed.

"I've been very curious what you've been hiding under that little maid outfit of yours, and I will say that I am pleased with what I see." Alcina admits, yellow eyes scanning your body from head to toe, as the only garments covering your body were your bra and panties. She returned her nails back to their normal red polished fingers and used a gentle hand to push you down at the edge of the bed. An idea ran through her mind as you sat below her, Alcina turning around without saying a word to grab the now half empty wine bottle from her vanity. As her body faced away from you, your eyes couldn't help but land upon her rounded ass and admire her luscious curves as her thong sculpted her ass perfectly, and not noticing how long you were staring until she spoke out.

"You know how I knew you were different from the others?" She questioned, bringing your focus back up to her face. "You look at me with those bright beautiful eyes with pure admiration. Whether it was close or from afar, I could tell you weren't gazing out of disgust or hatred. It was different. . ." She smiled faintly at the thought as she made her way back to standing in front of you. "It was the kind of look you gave me just now. Like I wasn't just some kind of tall hideous monster."

"I mean, look at you. You're not hideous, nor are you a monster. You're beautiful, Alcina. Truly. How could I not look at you with anything other than 'perfect' on my mind?"

Her gaze fixated on you, only sensing the truth in your words, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn just the slightest shade darker than her usual bright porcelain skin.

"And this, my dear, is why you deserve a special treat." She tucks loose hair behind your ear.

"Which is?" You slightly raise a brow out of curiosity.

"Why me of course." She grazed a slender finger along your jawline. "That is, if you'll have me. I won't force you into anything you're not comfortable with." Her face softened, full of sincerity, almost begging you to agree. "Let me show you how grateful I am."

You looked up at her through your long lashes, taking a moment to think about what she was offering, and what you were about to agree to. You knew she meant every word she said. She had respected you from the start, and it was a surprise to both of you that you each had an eye out for each other, and unspoken feelings were mutual.

"Show me then." Her eyes lit up at your words, and Alcina wasted no time in gently pushing you all the way back against the plush mattress, your body falling softly onto the sheets, and holding yourself up by your elbows.

Alcina carefully crawled her way above you, straddling your hips with her meaty thighs, and ensuring she didn't add her full weight to the pressure against your hips, as she didn't want to squish your small human body.

"What do you say we finish this bottle up, hmm?" Alcina flashed the bottle in front of you, and you nodded your head in return. A smirk toyed at her lips just before she took a swig at her new thoughts. When you thought she was going to bring the bottle to your own mouth, she brought it back to her signature red lips, but this time you notice she didn't swallow, but instead set the bottle down on the floor, bringing her attention back to you.

You licked your bottom lip slowly as Alcina placed both hands on your cheeks, and leaned down, hovering her face just inches from yours, causing your back to arch as you attempted to reach up to kiss her lips. Alcina pulled away ever so slightly with an arched brow, wanting words of affirmation before she continued.

"Please. . ." You instantly begged her through your parted lips.

She slightly chuckled before pulling your face completely to her own. Her large hands gently squished your cheeks, causing your mouth to open, your tongue sliding out past your bottom lip just as Alcina spit her wine carefully into your mouth which you took without hesitation. She gave you a moment to swallow before smashing her lips against yours, both of you humming at the new contact.

Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for more access, and in return your lips spread. She immediately dove right in, her large tongue dominating yours. You completely fall back against the sheets, Alcina keeping her body pressed against yours as her hands roamed your body.

You snuck a hand down to her large breasts, grazing your thumb against her hardened nipple, eliciting another hum from the woman.

Alcina was the first to pull away for air, only to bring her lips to smother your jawline with wet kisses, using a light hand under your chin to tilt your head, giving the woman access to your open neck. She immediately attaches herself to you, sucking and kissing along your neck, holding back the urge to sink her teeth into you once she reaches your pulse point.

"Mmm, you smell divine." She admitted between kisses, slowly working her way down your skin, and leaving soon to be marks along your flesh.

"Thank—" Your words got cut off with a gasp when Alcina nibbled your collarbone before soothing it with her wet tongue.

When she reached your chest, Alcina lifted her head with a slight lick of her lips, bringing her golden eyes to yours.

"I see we still have more fabric to get rid of. May I?" She asks politely, pointing to your bra.

"Yes." You were quick to give her permission, which she took with a small smile, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra before sliding the thin fabric off of you, and throwing it to the side.

Her eyes landed upon your bare breasts almost instantaneously, gazing at their fullness with hunger in her eyes, watching as your chest rose and fell with your quickened anticipated breaths, loving the way you slightly squirmed under her gaze.

"My, my, even better than I imagined, little one. . ." She placed a gentle hand on your chest, cupping her breast softly, and grazing her thumb over your nipple, repeating the same action you did to her before.

She raised a small brow when you sucked in a breath, taking her sweet time in lowering her face towards your chest. Your back impulsively arched, pushing your breasts quicker towards her face, eliciting a deep chuckle from the woman.

"So impatient. . ." She looked up at you through her mascara filled lashes just as she flattened her tongue over your hardened nipple before attaching her lips to your breast. Alcina was gentle with her mouth movements, not wanting to graze her teeth against your sensitive skin, or accidentally harm you in any way.

A hand slid through her soft black curls, just barely keeping her head in place as her mouth worked wonders along your bud before kissing across your chest to pay attention to your other breast.

She slid a hand up to cup your other breast, fingers toying with your nipple and giving it a slight pinch, earning a small whimper to escape past your lips.

She then leaves wet kisses down your sternum, golden eyes watching every little movement of yours, whether it was your quick breathing or the slight arching of your back when she kissed a spot that felt ticklish.

As she kissed lower and lower, her kisses became faster and more needy as she went past your navel. Alcina, while lowering herself down, had her back arched, pushing her rounded ass in the air.

That view.

It was the kind of view that would be etched into your brain and never be forgotten.

She truly had the most beautiful curves you had ever seen.

Her teeth grabbed the thin lace, slowly sliding your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of her. Alcina's lustful gaze never leaves your lower half as she tosses your panties behind her. Her slender fingers glide past your glistening entrance, spreading your wetness around before bringing those same fingers to her mouth, and sliding them past her lips.

"Mmm. . ." Alcina uses her tongue to lick her fingers clean of your juices. "You have the sweetest little pussy." She hummed, leaning her face towards your wet center and licking a strip up your folds with her flattened tongue. Her hands held your hips down, not wanting you to move from her touch.

Alcina had never truly enjoyed herself as much as she was in the moment with you. She never thought she would've taken a liking to anyone, let alone one of her maids.

A quiet moan escaped past your lips when she flicked her tongue against your sensitive clit. Her fingers kneaded at your hips as she used her full mouth to pleasure you. Chills ran down your spine when she sucked your sensitive bud. She thought to herself how she couldn't possibly get enough of you and your taste along her tongue.

Alcina slid a hand between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger into your cunt. Her pace started off gentle and slow, before slowly increasing her pace little by little. Her pace matched the suction along your clit, and your moans couldn't help but grow louder.

"Be as loud as you wish, dear. I love hearing those pretty little moans."

Your hips begged to buck, wanting to push yourself impossibly closer towards her, but her strong hand kept you pinned down against the mattress.

"M-more, please. . ." You begged, gazing down at the woman between your legs.

Alcina slid a second finger past your entrance, eliciting a small whimper from you at the fullness of her fingers against your walls.

"You're so tight— just relax for me, Angel."

Your eyebrows knitted as you adjusted to her curled fingers, mouth agape as Alcina was giving you all of her attention. With every movement, your sweet spot got pleasured by her slender fingers, expertly curved just for you.

You did your best not to pull on her tight curls when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as her pace quickened.

"Yess, just like that—" You whined, head lulled back against the soft mattress.

Alcina felt your legs quiver around her, as you felt yourself quickly reaching your climax.

"You're close, aren't you?"

"Mhm. . ." You softly moaned out, hands clutching onto the comforter beneath you.

"Cum for me."

Your breath hitches in your throat, legs threatening to close around Alcina as not a moment later, you find yourself reaching your sweet release, coating her fingers with your juices.

"That's my good girl." Alcina cooed, keeping her relenting pace, wanting to see if she can get another one out of you.

Eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as Alcina never faltered, her slender fingers putting in their work and stretching your walls.

As she went to adjust her positioning, her round ass jiggled ever so slightly, the sight immediately being etched into your brain. It made you wonder how one could be built so perfectly, and it made your cheeks red when Alcina's gaze fell onto you, catching sight of you checking out her ass.

Her small chuckle sent vibrations through your core, your breathing picking up as you felt yourself getting close once more.

You tried, but failed to hide a whimper as Alcina quickly switched her fingers out with her tongue, wanting to get an extra taste of you as you came for a second time. Your orgasm hit you harder than before, toes roughly curling as she used her tongue to lap up your mess. She hummed when your climax reached her tongue, savoring every little taste she could get of you.

Her movements slowed as you came down from your high, gently licking a strip up your folds to taste you one last time before sitting herself up, allowing you both to catch your breath.

You watched as Alcina sat on her knees, fingers gliding past her lips to suck off the cum from her now messy fingers, yellow eyes closing for just a moment as she licked them completely clean.

Your eyes fell upon her large breasts as she leaned herself forward to hover above you, hands relaxing on either side of your head.

"You're just the most delicious little thing I've ever had. . ." Alcina spoke softly, her gaze fixated completely on you. "Where have you been all my life?" She asked, fully not expecting you to answer, but was shocked when you did.

"Waiting for you." You admitted with a slight blush to your cheeks, eliciting the most beautiful smile you had ever seen form on Alcina's face.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

Her lips smashed against your own, engulfing you in a quick but fiery kiss.

She rested her forward against yours, both of you relaxing into the other's touch. You never thought she would ever be this close to you, but her touch comforted you, it made you feel safe.

However, your clean thoughts didn't last long when she pushed her full breasts against your own as she peppered your face with small kisses.

"I wanna go again." You blurted out, when her kisses reached your jawline.

"What?" She lifted her head to look at your face.

"I said. . ." You lifted your thumb up to swipe over her bottom lip. "I want to go again," You gazed at her with lustful eyes. "Please, Alcina."

"I see I severely underestimated you." Alcina smirked.

As she attempted to lower herself back down, you quickly grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"I want to be on top this time."

"Really?" She lifted a high brow, her smirk not leaving her face.

"Yes." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at her with your best begging eyes.

"Okay. . ." She was hesitant at first, as she had never dealt with anything like this before, and never, ever, had anybody even want to spend this much time with her. It was all new, and part of it scared her, but the other part was relieved that she no longer had to worry about crushing your smaller body.

Alcina repositioned herself to sit next to you, eyes never leaving your body movements as you gently moved yourself to her lap, but only straddling one of her thighs, which she instantly caught onto.

"Ahh, I see now. The little maid just needed something a little bit more physical, hmm? Such a needy little thing."

Due to her height, her breasts sat directly in front of your face, and you had to tilt you head up just to look at the woman in the face.

You run a hand down her chest, fingers stopping at the small clip at the front of her bra that held it closed.

"I also need to take this off. You got to see mine, I think it's only fair I get to see yours too."

Alcina smiled and playfully rolled her eyes at your response, loving the bit of confidence that you had to admit what you wanted.

"If that's what you want. . ." Alcina brings her hands to her chest, carefully unclipping the small clasp and sliding the thin lace off her body before throwing it to the side, freeing her large breasts from their holder.

Your eyes couldn't help but wander across her chest, your bottom lip tightly being pulled between your teeth as your gaze fixated on her breasts.

Alcina watched as your eyes lit up at her bare chest and reached a hand down to your own, bringing it up to her chest, and allowing you to feel her.

Her pale skin was soft and smooth like butter, and your hand slowly slid over every bare inch of her. As you lowered your hand, your thumb grazed over her hardened bud before pinching it between your fingers, eliciting a small gasp from Alcina at the unexpected pleasure.

Her hands slid down to your hips, kneading at the soft flesh as she slowly began to glide your cunt along the length of her thigh with ease as your wetness was still very prominent.

You cup her breast gently and toy with her nipple as she keeps a firm grip along your waist. Your hips start a gentle rhythm, slowly working your way across her thigh, softly moaning as you attempt to push yourself farther down.

Alcina watched with fascination at your neediness for her, and how quick it was for you to be completely at her mercy.

Before you knew it, your free hand had slid down her sternum, past her navel, and landed upon her thin lace panties that had been soaked since she made you cum for the first time. Your gaze fell upon hers, Alcina immediately knowing what you were asking for, and nodding her head reassuringly.

Your hand slid underneath the fabric, fingers gliding over her wet cunt as your hips rocked back and forth against her thigh. A soft moan escapes when your fingers circle Alcina's clit, gently giving pressure to her sensitive bud.

You bring your mouth to Alcina's chest, sending wet kissing all along her voluptuous pale breasts, following the slight pattern of her veins.

"Just like that my sweet girl." Alcina cooed, followed by a deep moan eliciting from the woman.

You do your best to fit her tit into your mouth, flicking your tongue against her nipple. Alcina's grip only grows tighter along your hips now that you weren't the only one getting pleasured, her trying to hold back her long line of deep moans at the contact she's been craving oh so much. Your fingers were doing wonders for her, pleasure coursing throughout her entire body in a way that had her going feral on the inside.

Alcina's hunger for you only grew stronger when you curled your fingers inside her needy cunt, her head lulling back at the sensation. Your movements, now turning slightly erratic as you felt a knot in your core.

"Alcina. . ." You softly moaned out her name, feeling yourself quickly spiraling towards your third orgasm.

Your soft moans harmonized perfectly in sync with her deep ones, both of you getting lost in the mountain of pleasure you were giving each other. You only gave her a moment to adjust to your fingers before you matched them with the pace of your hips, her wetness quickly dripping down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.

"Fuck— just like that." Alcina moaned out, eyes reopening and gazing back down at you, watching your frantic movements along her thigh and your lips wrapped around her nipple.

Her eyebrows knitted just as your breath caught in your throat, both of you completely on the brink of an orgasm.

"Cum with me, Y/N." Alcina tried to order but it came out as more of a beg, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for the two of you to finish at the same time.

You nodded your head frantically, vision going blurry as you came along her thick thigh. Not a moment later, Alcina deeply inhaled as your palm hit against her clit, causing her to cum just a moment later with a drawn out moan.

"Fuck—" You whimpered, legs shaking around her thigh as you calmed your erratic movements, trying to catch your breath.

Alcina was breathing heavily by the time she got through her orgasm, and deeply sighing as your fingers slipped out of her. You brought your hand to your mouth, flattening your tongue against the palm of your hand, lapping up her juices before shoving the same two fingers in your mouth to clean them from her release.

You hummed when your eyes met with hers, loving the taste of her along your tongue. But, before you got to enjoy it for too long, Alcina gently grappled your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth to make room for her lips, engulfing you in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slid past your parted lips, begging for a taste of what you had.

After a long minute of making out, you both broke the kiss simultaneously to catch your breath as neither of you had the chance to catch some air.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Alcina finally spoke after a minute.

"I know, but I wanted to. You pleasure me, so I pleasure you, it's only fair." You said playfully.

"Then I guess next time I won't be so fair." Alcina toyed, forcing you to smile followed by a small chuckle.

She tucked a stray hair behind your ear before her face had suddenly changed its emotions, as if she was thinking about something. Her eyes had glued to your exposed neck, gazing at your veins and listening to the fast beat of your heart.

You watched her swallow with a distant gleam in her eye. Following her gaze, you realized what she was staring at.

Your neck.

"Alcina—" You gently cupped her cheek, pulling her out of her trance.

"What is it, dear?"

"You're thirsty, aren't you? And not for wine."

"Well— Yes, but that doesn't matter." She waves her hand, standoffish. "I have some old blood bags in the fridge—"

"You can drink mine." You immediately offered her.

"No, no. I'll find something or someone else." She averted her gaze, wanting to avoid the conversation of you being a potential victim.

"You won't hurt me." You repositioned yourself and tilted your head to the side, completely opening your neck to her. "I know you won't."

Alcina deeply exhaled, knowing she was dying to have a taste of you, but having a fear of taking it too far to the point where it was lethal. After all, she had a special liking towards you, and wouldn't forgive herself if something bad happened to you because of her being reckless.

"I can't—"

"It's okay." You took her larger hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with her long ones, and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to reassure her. "I trust you, Alcina. Let me help."

"Fine. . . But just this once." Alcina sighed, hesitating to move. She licked her stained red lips before slowly leaning her head towards you.

You felt her hot breath along your neck, and her hovering just over your skin.

"I trust you." You repeat yourself for her to encourage her to continue.

Her hand reaches for your jaw, holding your head still as she quickly takes in your scent with a deep inhale.

"You smell divine. . ." She admitted, her nose immediately sensing the fading of your perfume with the lovely smell of sex.

Once she found the right spot, Alcina was careful when sinking her fangs into your flesh. You grew silent as you did your best to remain still, sucking in a breath at the sharp sting along your skin. Her thumb stroked your cheek to help keep you calm and at ease.

The pain was mild, and was quick for you to get used to. Alcina hummed when she finally got a deeper taste of you, knowing that you were the sweetest thing she had ever had. Her eyes closed as she got her fix of what she needed most.

After a few minutes, your vision started to grow a tad blurry, and you instantly felt relieved when Alcina slowly took her fangs out of you as carefully as she could. She used her tongue to soothe the faintly reddened area, completely cleaning your neck of any blood.

"Thank you. . ." She licked her lips with a grateful smile and her cheeks slightly flushed.

"You're welcome." You smiled back.

"Let's get you cleaned up, darling." Alcina offered, gently lifting you from her lap and setting you back down on the bed beside her.

She left you alone for a minute as she grabbed a wet rag along with some supplies to take care of your wound. The two of you sat in silence as you used the rag to clean yourself off while Alcina tended to your neck, cleaning the area completely and placing a bandage on top. She gave your neck a small kiss before returning everything to the bathroom.

Once she came back out, Alcina noticed the tired look on your face, and smiled weakly.

"You must be exhausted, why don't you sleep in here tonight?" She offered, making her way back towards the bed.

"Where would I sleep?"

"With me of course." Alcina chuckles as she makes her way to her side of the bed, and takes her thong off before sliding under the lush sheets behind you. "Come on, lay with me." She lifted the sheets next to her, making room for you to slide in at her side.

The two of you faced each other, gazing into each other's eyes silently before Alcina broke the silence.

"Don't be shy dear, come closer." Alcina opened her arms for you.

You didn't hesitate to scoot closer towards her with a small smile, tucking your face into her neck and intertwining your legs with hers. You yawned just as Alcina wrapped an arm around you, pulling you flush against her warm body.

Sleep instantly took over you, exhaustion hitting you like a stack of bricks and you soon found yourself falling asleep in Alcina's arms as she gently traced patterns along your bare back.

She let herself enjoy the peaceful moment, waiting for you to be completely asleep before she allowed herself to fall into a deep slumber with you tucked safely in her arms.

Chapter 17: Jealousy - Addison Montgomery

Working at a hospital, you could never walk into work knowing what your day was going to be like. Each day was different, but your favorite days were slow days. The days where nothing major happened and all you had to do was check on patients and fill out paperwork.

Specializing in the pediatric division of Seattle Grace was always interesting to say the least. You worked with a plethora of kids who each had their own personality, and you couldn't help but love each and every one of them.

At first, your emotions became a problem with your cases, as you got too attached, but the longer you were at the job, the easier it got to control. Although, every once in a while, you found yourself slipping, and Addison had to help remind you to keep your head on your shoulders.

Although she was your boss, Addison had taken a liking to you the moment she saw you. The moment your eyes met hers for the first time, she knew you were going to be hers.

As you were finishing your rounds, a familiar high-pitched laugh brought your attention over to the Nurses' Station just down the hallway. Addison was seen speaking with a smirking Mark. Knowing their past, Addison assured you that what they had was over, but it wasn't her you didn't trust, it was him.

Mark was a player and a jokester.

And he repeatedly got on your nerves.

Ever since you started your relationship with Addison, Mark had seemed to make it his job to purposely set you off. He knew how jealous you got when he even looked in Addison's direction, let alone stood mere inches from her making her laugh.

Even you knew he was purposely trying to make you jealous, but you couldn't help it. Just the mere thought of him even laying a finger on her made your blood boil. You had a love for Addison, and although you had yet to tell her, both Mark and Addison knew and made a bet with how long it would take you to admit it.

You couldn't help but stop in your tracks and gaze at the duo talking excitedly to each other. Mark saw you over Addison's shoulder faking to distract yourself even though your eyes were glued to her back.

Your cheeks had already flushed, and when Mark purposely laid a hand on her shoulder to pull her into a hug, a tight smirk spread across his lips when his eyes landed on you. He noticed the way you instantly tensed with the slight flair of your nostrils when you huffed. It was obvious you immediately grew jealous at their contact while Addison had no idea of your presence.

He had you right where he wanted you.

Usually, Addison would catch onto his ploys, but as your presence was unknown to her, she had failed to realize what the man was actually doing.

When Mark finally pulled away from the hug, you took that as your opportunity to stride up to the Nurses' Station just beside Addison and hand one of the women behind the desk your files.

The second Addison heard your voice as you thanked the nurse, her eyes immediately darted from you over to Mark who stood with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk spread across his face.

"Addie, do you mind helping me with something?" You immediately spoke out just as Mark opened his mouth the speak.

"Of course, darling, with what?"

"You see, I've got this annoying rash. . ." You glare over at Mark, "and it is being a pain in my ass, would you help me get rid of it?" You attempt to lie, but to the two of them, it was clear what you wanted.

"What a coincidence! I have one too, just under my shirt here, maybe I should take it off and have Addie here take a look at it." Mark toys, only adding fuel to the fire he saw in your eyes.

"Mark, that's enough—" Addison goes to stop the conversation but you are quick to cut her off.

"No, Mark, go ahead and take your shirt off. I've always wondered what old man physique you had hiding under there."

"Don't tempt me with a good time, sweetheart." His smirk only grew when he noticed your eye roll. He knew you hated when he called you that, which made him say it as often as he could.

"The only sweetheart here is Addie, isn't that right, darling?" You slide a hand possessively around her waist.

Mark attempted to cut Addison's next words off with another one of his annoying lines, but you had grown tired of his antics and walked both you and Addison away from the grey-haired man who eyed the two of you walking off with a curious brow.

"Aww c'mon, Y/N, let's just hug it out!" Mark called out, eliciting a heavy eye roll from you.

"If he so lays a finger on me, I'll break it."

"I don't doubt that one bit, love. Where are we going?" Addison asked curiously, when she noticed you had led her to the more emptier part of the patient area.

"I want to show you something."

Your eyes scan every room until you walk past one that is completely empty, and nearly push Addison inside and close the door behind the two of you.

Addison's back is instantly pressed against the cold mahogany door as your hands make home upon her hips, and your lips hungrily press against hers.

Addison was quick to reciprocate the kiss, a small hum eliciting from her throat as her hands made way to your cheeks, pulling you as close to her as possible.

"What did Mark say that was so funny?" You nonchalantly asked, sending small kisses along her slim jawline.

"Is that what this is about? Mark?" Addison softly laughed. She didn't think you were being serious, which caused you to gently nip at her neck, earning a small whimper from her.

"He still wants you." You say in between kisses as you make your way back up to her soft lips.

"I don't think so—"

"You don't think he does, but I know he does." Your eyes bore straight into hers, before purposely darting to her lips as if you were about to kiss her again. To her dismay, you hovered just mere centimeters from her face, a smirk toying at your lips when she attempts to close the distance, and you having to rest a gentle finger along her lips to stop her.

"But," You continue, starting to walk the two of you towards the empty bed, "that's too bad because you are mine. And I'm going to prove it to you. . . Right. Now." Your finger leaves her lips to slide down to her chest and gently pushing her down onto the bed.

Addison already knew what to do, as she didn't say a word and immediately unbuttoned her top, revealing her royal purple laced bra that tightly held her breasts. You crawled on top of her just after she kicked her shoes off, mouth instantly making contact with her tanned skin. You nibbled and sucked along her collarbone, leaving fresh love marks that only you got the pleasure of seeing. . .

At least that's what Addison thought, until she seen what you were doing next.

You had made a small mark on her neckline that was sure to be seen by anyone who paid enough attention, and you knew exactly who that person was going to be.

"Wait, everyone is going to see that one." She mumbled.

"That's the plan, Addie."

Addison let out a sigh, knowing she would have to explain that one later. You slowly kissed down her body, eyes fixated on her bright green ones that dilated as you inched your way down her stomach.

Heat rushed through Addison's cheeks as her gaze failed to leave your own as you tucked your fingers below her waistband to pull her pink scrubs down her slender legs, revealing her matching purple panties.

"Wet for me already, I see."

Her hips jolted towards your touch, "Does that surprise you?" She breathed out.

"Not at all." You smirked, knowing exactly how she reacts to you, and you alone.

You hook your teeth under her panties to glide them down her legs and off her body.

You waste no time in spreading her thick thighs, your hands laying on the inner flesh of her thighs to keep them in place. Once her panties were off, your bring your lips to kiss a small trail up her tanned legs.

Her hand flew to yours in attempts to get you to do something, "Come on..." You could tell she was getting impatient, but you needed her to feel some frustrations like you did.

You tsked, "That's not how to get what you want, and you know that." You responded with a bite to her thigh.

Your action pulled a whimper from the redhead, knowing that you were right.

"Please..." She corrected.

You looked at her with a small smirk, you couldn't restrain yourself anymore. You wanted her just as bad as she wanted you, so you caved.

Addison writhed slightly at the coolness of your flattened tongue along her folds. Small hums elicited from the redhead at the newfound pleasure between her legs.

Her head fell back along the plush pillow, hips begging for more as they bucked forward ever so slightly. Bringing two fingers to her center only increased the numerous noises coming from Addison's red lips.

"How does this feel, love?" Your curved fingers glide at a steady pace.

"So good. . ."

Addison's hips bucked as your tongue flicked against her sensitive clit. Her chest rose and fell with each pleasurable passing second. She was at your complete mercy. Body and mind both hyper-fixating on you and only you.

"You look so beautiful like this. How did I ever get so lucky?" Feather-like kisses were placed across her skin, trailing up her body back to her rounded breasts. Your mouth attached to her nipple trapped behind the thin layer of lace covering her chest.

You knew she would finish if you had her directly in her mouth, but wanted her to last longer, building up the pressure little by little.

"More. Please." Addison couldn't help her pleas as you teased her breasts. Her freshly manicured hand roamed your locks, fingers tightly gripping the hair at your scalp.

As much as you wanted to make her wait, the fiery look in her glazed over emerald eyes were too hard to ignore. Your ears were blessed with a low moan as you added a third finger, bringing your movements to a halt as you let her adjust.

The grinding of her hips allowed you to restart your pace, your mouth kissing along her lace covered breast before moving back up to her neck, adding more love marks to the opposite side you never touched earlier.

"So close—" Addison whimpered, the feeling of your palm pressing against her clit had her legs beginning to shake. "Fuck, I'm so close." She tugged at your hair, pulling your face up to hers so her lips could connect with yours in a needy kiss.

"Let go, my sweet Addie." You encouraged against her lips.

Luck was still on your side, as your beautiful Addie came with a scream of your name, a certain someone had walked by the patient room by chance. Mark had stopped briefly as he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, he knew them well, but was caught off guard as a familiar voice screamed your name. Once the shock wore off, he scoffed with amusement before continuing on with what he was doing before his curiosity took ahold of him.

Addison quivered as she came. Thighs attempted to close around your hand, but your body pressing flushed against hers made it impossible for them to close.

Sweet moans echoed off the bare hospital walls, your movements never faltering from her orgasm. Addison's brows knitted while she watched a smirk slowly creep along your face that was now moving back between her legs.

Her legs trembled, a small whimper eliciting from her when you replaced your fingers with your tongue. You carelessly wiped your fingers clean of her orgasm along your pants, watching her every twitch and wiggle as you never eased up on the pleasure.

"Since you wanted this so bad, let's see if we can get another one out of you, hmm?"

Your tongue lapped up her release, sliding across her folds and up to her clit, lips wrapping around the bud and adding gentle suction.

"I can't!" Addison cried out, her free hand holding a death grip along the bedsheets. Tears welled at the corner of her eyes, pleasure and overstimulation clouding her senses.

"You can, my love. You're always so good for me. Just one more. You can do it." You encouraged her.

Her head nodded frantically, the uncomfortableness of the overstimulation slowly returning back to pleasure. Hips threatened to buck against your face, expletives forcing themselves from her mouth.

She loved when you got jealous. It showed in the way you pleasured her. Your usual one and done attitude always disappearing as you attempted to show her just how good she had it with you. You were the only one who ever made her feel this way, and you knew that, but still made it a point to prove it to her each and every time.

Her thighs wrapped tightly around your head as she came for the second time. Her orgasm hit her harder this time around, cries of pleasure sounding like music to your ears.

You hummed as you lapped her up after she came, hands pulling her thighs from your head, allowing air to enter your lungs after she had temporarily cut you off.

"Oh fuck..." She brought her arm up to her face to wipe away the sweat that formed on her features from your ministrations.

You just smirked as you peppered kisses all across her body until you came face to face to her once more.

"Maybe I need to make you jealous more often."

Your smirk lessened as your features darkened slightly, "If you do, I can promise that next time won't be so enjoyable for you." You accentuated your point by pressing your knee to her overstimulated core, causing a slightly pained whimper to come from her.

"But we both know you're my good girl, and you wouldn't do such a thing, right?" You give her a pointed look.

She nodded, "Right."

A sweet smile replaced your previous look, "Excellent! Now, I'm sure someone has probably notice the top two attendings' absence in this hospital. So, it's best we get back to work."

Addison sighed, knowing you'd both have to go back to your professionalism when you returned to work. You lifted from the bed, offering your copper-haired girlfriend a hand.

You smirked to yourself when she stood, the slight quivering of her legs still very prominent from her intense orgasms. It only took a minute for you to help her redress, and run your fingers through her bedhead to calm the frizz in attempts to remove the look of sex from her.

Addison attempted to calm her breathing, feet sliding back into her work shoes. You gave her a quick peck against her forehead, taking her stray hairs between your fingers and tucking it behind her pierced ears as you looked lovingly into her eyes.

"Ready?" You questioned.

"Mhm, you go first and I'll follow after a few seconds in case of any wandering eyes."

You agreed, unlocking the door and poking your head out to look both ways, and letting out a sigh of relief at the empty hallway, completely unaware that a certain grey-haired man was waiting back at the Nurse's Station with a quizzical brow.

You took quick strides from the room, Addison following suit just a few feet behind you, attempting to tame her shaking legs. When your eyes met with Mark's, Addison was quick to turn the other way, clearing her throat and fixing her hair as she walked past the two of you.

You knew the antics that would come from Mark but you wordlessly responded to them all with a smirk, Addison found it nearly impossible to clear her dirty thoughts that wandered through her mind as she attempted to return her focus back to work for the rest of her shift.

Chapter 18: Flower Field - Miss Honey

"Close your eyes." You urged your lover, earning a high raised brow and a small smile from her in response. "Now open your mouth." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry and holding it between your fingers.

Jennifer followed your instructions, spreading her lips almost instantaneously.

You bring the fruit to her lips, the brunette sitting  in front of you slightly flinching at the sudden contact, but easing up after tasting the chocolate along her tastebuds. A small chuckle elicited from the woman as she opened her eyes after taking a chunk off the fruit.

Your eyes couldn't help but stare lovingly at the woman in front of you as she slowly finished eating the fruit. She looked ethereal in the sunlight. Pale skin seemed to glow from the suns light gaze, and hazelnut eyes shining brightly in your direction.

You were too caught up in her beauty to notice that she had asked you a question until the hand resting on your knee gave you a gentle squeeze, snapping you out of your daze.

"Hmm?" You knitted your brows in confusion.

Jennifer chuckled, curious eyes gazing into yours. "I said, do I have something on my face?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You're staring at me."

"I can't help it." Your lips quirked into a small smile, "You're just so damn beautiful." You admitted, admiring the way her eyes lit up at your words.

She had the most captivating looking eyes you've ever seen. The kind that pulled you into a trance at just the slightest glance. She knew the impact she had on you whenever she glanced at you with those innocent looking eyes, and did it purposely whenever she could.

Tanned cheeks flushed when you tucked a short stray hair behind her ear. "You are the most precious thing I have ever laid my eyes on, my sweet angel." You pulled her face in with your hands on her cheeks, peppering her face with light kisses.

"I love you," She smiled against your lips.

"I love you more."

"How much more?" She questioned teasingly, hand sneaking up from your knee to your thigh.

"Someone's feeling a bit cheeky today, now is she?"

Your question got answered, not by words, but by the slightest tilt of her head and a subtle faux innocent expression that spread across her face.

"Let's just say I'm feeling a bit. . . adventurous today. After all, we do have the day to ourselves, and not a single person around us for miles." She lifted her sundress above her knees as she crawled into your lap, a sudden surprising burst of confidence coursing through her.

It made you happy seeing her so confident after everything that had happened to her. It had taken you ages to get this side of her to come out, and she was thankful that you were patient with her as she came out of her shell little by little.

You bit your lip, eyeing your floral surroundings. The two of you were in the middle of a flower field, a plethora of colors, shapes, and sizes towering just on the outskirts of your spread out picnic blanket.

"Who are you and what have you done with Jennifer Honey?" You tease, earning a small laugh from her.

"I can take it back if you want—" She goes to slide off your lap, but your arms wrap around her waist, and pull her flush against your chest.

"Oh no, darling. You've started something, and I think it's only fair that you finish it."

Her eyes dilated ever so slightly at your words before her arms wrapped gracefully around your neck. Brown orbs flicked from your eyes down to your lips, silently begging for them.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You were first to make the move, lips smashing against hers in a needy kiss. Her lip movements were gentle yet firm while her hands carefully snaked through your hair, meticulously avoiding pulling at your strands.

It amazed you how gentle she was no matter the situation. Whatever she happened to be doing, she did it as gracefully and calmly as she could. However in the moment, your sweet Jenny had thrown all she knew to the side to allow room for lust. Hips carefully moved themselves to hover over just one of your thighs as she sat up on her knees.

You instantly caught onto her not so subtle movements, hands dipping underneath her dress to slowly drag her lace thong down her legs. She followed your hand movements to allow you to remove the fabric off of her completely, lifting her legs when prompted.

Bodies never parted as Jennifer lowered herself onto your thigh, her cool wetness prominently dripping onto your skin as she sat herself down. Your hands guided her slightly curvaceous hips at a slow pace, back and forth along your thigh.

"Mmm," She lowly hummed, head lulling to the side and allowing you access to her bare neck.

You move her short hair away with your hand, and being your face to her neck. Light pecks turn into wet kisses, that ultimately led to the sucking and nibbling of the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. Hickeys we're placed meticulously along her neckline, leading down towards her exposed collarbone.

Your grip along her hips tighten, nails just barely digging into her smooth skin as you quicken her pace to allow for more pleasure.

"How does it feel, angel?"

Fingers toyed with your hair before sliding back to your face, soft hands placing themselves along your cheekbones and pulling you into a sweet kiss.

"Soo good. . ." She lowly moaned.

Mouths clashed in unison with lustful moans reverberating off your lips. Your hands left her hips to lean yourself back against your hands, wanting a better view of the scene before you.

You nodded your head with a gentle smile on your lips, encouraging her to keep going so you could watch.

Jennifer had moved her hands to your thigh to support herself, along with her movements that quickly grew frantic.

"I-I'm so—"

"I know my sweet, let go. Let go for me."

You eyed as the teacher came undone before you, movements slowing as she rode out her high. Sweat trickled down her chest, both the heat from the sun and from inside her body toying with her.

An elongated moan filled your ears when she grabbed your hand to place between her legs. Her wetness coated your fingers. Hips bucked when your fingers teased her entrance.

"Please. . ." Jen pleaded, "More. . ." She whimpered at your teasing fingers.

"My not-so-innocent little Jenny," You toyed, "If only others knew how much of a dirty little mind you had behind those pretty eyes."

Her head felt empty, the feeling of your fingers playing with her but not doing anything was almost too much for her to handle.

"But, you're always so good for me. How could I ever say no to you?"

She gasped when three fingers slipped past her entrance, stretching out her inner walls. The pain was only temporary when pleasure completely took over her body.

"Oh my—" Jennifer's eyes closed, head falling back with her mouth agape.

Jen's hips followed your movements, bucking them with every thrust. Small tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, begging to fall with each press of your palm against her sensitive bud. Her walls threatened to close around your fingers when she was at the cusp of her second orgasm.

You felt her arousal drip down your hand but didn't let that stop you from continuing to pleasure the brunette moaning at your touch. Small tears fell from her eyes when you kept your movement's strong.

"I can't!" She shook her head while golden eyes met with yours, pupils completely blown out.

"You can, sweet thing. You're doing so good for me, just one more, okay?" You gave her a reassuring kiss.

"Okay," She mumbled out breathlessly, breath hitching in her throat at the curve of your fingers that hit her in just the right spot. "Fuck!" Her eyes widened at her own words, as she was not one to ever use expletives.

You raise your brow at her sudden swearing, with a smirk toying at your lips, "Such a naughty little thing. . . That sounded so hot coming from that beautiful voice of yours." This was the first time she had sworn in front of you, and it truly made you more aroused hearing a filthy word coming from such a gentle person.

"I can feel you close again, don't hold it back." You pressed your lips against hers in a sweet notion, wanting to ease her through her third orgasm. "You're doing amazing."

Jennifer pressed her forehead against yours, numerous moans filling your ears that grew closer together just before her legs shook frantically around your thigh. She unintentionally pulled your hair as she came, eliciting a low hum from you at both the pain and the pleasure from the quick action.

Her body stilled, allowing you to remove your fingers from her cunt. Tears continued rolling down her cheeks when she moved her body from on top of yours to shakily sit next to you.

"You did such a good job for me, angel!" You clutch her cheeks, kissing her tears away to your best ability, "My good girl." You swipe your thumb lovingly along her flushed cheek.

She returns your smile, exhaustion prominently spreading across her facial features from the effects of her multiple orgasms. You give her another kiss, this time more passionately than before.

"How are you feeling?" You genuinely ask her after examining her for any uncertainty or uncomfortableness.

"Tired," She admitted, doing her best to stifle a yawn that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"How about we pack all of this away, take you home to a nice warm bath to clean you up, then take a well deserved nap in each others arms. Does that sound good?"

Her eyes lit up at your words, a hot bath and a nap sounding amazing to her in this moment. "Sounds like heaven." She smiled warmly at you.

"Good, now let's get you up." You stood up with a grunt, holding your hand out for her to take. Her hand slid in yours, and for a second after she stood up, you thought her wobbly legs would make her fall but she took it like a champ.

You allowed her to step to the side while you tucked everything away in the picnic basket, which she appreciated you for from her tired state.

After getting to the car, your sweet Jenny was quick to lay her head against you, your arm wrapping around her to play with the soft strands of her hair. Her manicured hand rested softly on your inner thigh.

Not even a minute into the short drive home, quiet snores could be heard from the woman next to you, sleep completely taking over her from the days events.

You couldn't help but smile at her sleeping figure, legs tucked underneath her in a comfortable sleeping position. Fingers refused to leave her hair even while she was out cold, as you knew the second you stopped, she would awaken just to tell you to keep going.

Chapter 19: Lovers - Larissa Weems & Morticia Addams

Today was a quiet day in the mansion. Staff was gone for the weekend, Larissa was at work, Morticia was reading in the library, and you were in the bedroom. You had told Morticia you were lying down for a nap, but that was not the case whatsoever.

Your mind had been having dirty thoughts. Dirtier than usual. The two women in your life have been doing other things, leaving you completely touch starved. It had been what felt like ages since either of them had laid a finger on you, and the heat rising between your legs was far too much to ignore any longer.

Grabbing the small bullet from your nightstand, you rested your head back against the silk pillowcase as you dragged the now vibrating toy down your naked body.

First, you toyed with your erect nipples, circling the buzzing toy across your chest, allowing each vibration to go straight to your core. You were already a moaning mess before you even reached your center.

Your legs were spread as far open as possible, the cold air along your dampened cunt creating goosebumps along your bare skin. Small whimpers were quick to fly out of your mouth, the sweet touch from the bullet sending you straight into complete bliss.

You were too focused on the pleasure to realize how loud your moans actually became. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the more intently she listened, the faster it was for her to figure out what it was.

You.

Moaning her name.

Morticia set her book aside, marking her spot for a later read, and lifted a high brow when she heard you moan once more. She quietly walked down the hallway, keeping her movements slow and steady to avoid the loud clicking from her heels.

As she reached the doorway, her eyes dilated at the unexpected sight before her. She eyed your naked body sprawled out in the middle of the grand bed. Legs were spread, back was arched, and a little black bullet sat between your legs.

"What a naughty little thing," She folded her arms across her chest. A loud gasp left your mouth at her sudden words, heat rushing straight to your cheeks from embarrassment. You weren't expecting Morticia to catch you in the act.

"Couldn't even bother to tell me? Tsk tsk." She clicked her tongue and shook her head disapprovingly, taking the few steps towards the bed.

You attempted to pull the toy from between your legs but Morticia had other plans, stopping your wrist with a stern grip.

"Don't go shy on me now, y/n. Finish. After all, you couldn't wait for me." She let go, placing both hands on her hips and gazing down at you with dark eyes. "Go on." She flicked her eyes to between your thighs.

You gulped, turning the toy back on and placing it back between your legs with a quiet whimper. As you began to pleasure yourself, Morticia slid her hands behind her back, slowly pulling the zipper from her dress down her back. The fabric dropped softly to the floor, revealing a black laced lingerie set that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly.

"I can't—" You shook your head, the pressure from her heated gaze making it harder for you to find your release. Under any other circumstance, it would take a mere second for you to finish, but Morticia was always the one doing it for you, not just watching you intently with a stoic face.

"You can. You will." She kicked her heels off.

"Please," You pleaded, salty tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You needed her. Needed her touch. "I-I can't!" You whimpered once more.

"So pathetic. My needy slut is desperate enough to touch herself but not enough to come."

Morticia crawled onto the bed, immediately taking the small bullet from your hands and holding it tightly in her own. She flipped her long raven locks behind her back before dipping her face between your thighs.

"Can't even finish yourself off without me," The toy presses roughly against your clit, causing your breath to hitch, "We're going to have to work on that one." Her dark eyes look up at yours before flicking down to your glistening cunt.

"It's too bad, you know," She lowered her upper body down to the mattress, arching her back, and forcing her barely clothed ass into the air. "Now mommy is going to have to destroy this little pussy of yours until I have you begging for mercy."

Her lips attached to your inner thighs, before trailing towards your center and licking a strip up your folds. Moans were quick to escape your throat as she pleasures you by both her mouth and the toy pressing against your sensitive bud.

"F-fuck!" Your chest heaved at a familiar knot forming in your abdomen. Hands gripped at the emerald green duvet below you, knuckles turning white at your rough grip. Morticia could feel you trembling, your body quivering at your close release.

"That's it. Come for me." The raven haired woman edged you on, peppering your inner thigh with kisses before nibbling on the soft flesh, leaving fresh love bites in their wake.

With a skillful flick to your cunt, Morticia had you spiraling almost instantaneously.

"Oh, 'Tish!" Her name flew out of your mouth just as she turned the toy off and carelessly tossing it aside.

You thought she was just helping ride out your high by removing the toy, but boy were you wrong.

Morticia wasn't done just yet.

You had touched yourself without her, and couldn't even finish yourself off at her command which was unacceptable. She had taken note of how often you've listened to Larissa's demands compared to her own, and part of her grew jealous. Should she have been? No. But was she? Oh, she most definitely was.

"Oh, you thought I was stopping right there?" Her hand sternly held you down by your inner thigh at your attempts to close your legs around her. "Tsk tsk," She scoffed, "I'm not even close to being done with you yet. And when 'Riss gets home, it'll be her turn. If you want to act like a slut, you'll certainly get treated like one."

The raven-haired beauty between your legs refused to slow her movements. Her tongue ravaged your clit while she easily thrusted two fingers into your cunt.

Small whimpers echoed off the walls at the curl of her slender fingers that hit you in just the right spot, making had your brain go empty.

"What's the matter, baby? No more screaming my name? We can't have that, now can we?" Her thrusts only grew faster as she watched your every move from just her pleasuring you.

The two of you were too lost in your sex world to hear the front door open and close at the entrance of your luxurious home. Larissa arrived earlier than expected, work going by quicker than she anticipated.

You crying out from your second orgasm had caught Larissa's attention when she took her coat off, her head snapping towards the opened bedroom door on the second floor.

"There it is." Morticia smirked, "I love it when my little whore screams for me. Don't go silent on me now." Tears fell down your face, coating the pillowcase beneath your head when her movements refused to slow.

"Please—" You pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand ached from the constant thrusting, but she refused to let it show. She was one to always keep to her word. She wanted to see you like this. She loved to see you like this. Weak before her, begging for her.

"I can't take anymore!" The pressure only kept building and building inside you, the uncomfortableness from your third orgasm slowly creeping up on you. "Tish I—" A throaty moan forced its way out when the older woman slid a third finger inside you, completely stretching out your walls.

"Your moans say otherwise, dearie." Morticia raised a high brow at the arching of your back.

Larissa had heard every moan, every word leaving both yours and Morticia's mouth as she made her way up the grand stairs and down the hallway leading to your shared chambers.

She had swiftly unclasped her tight updo, letting her long platinum hair fall down her back. Buttons flew to the ground as she grew too impatient to undo each hole of her blouse.

Larissa lowly hummed at the sight before her blue eyes. She was quick to drop her blouse to the floor, along with tugging at her skirt to slide it down past her thick legs to fall to the floor.

She wouldn't dare miss this opportunity to join in on your festivities. After all, Larissa thrived off being the completely opposite of Morticia in bed. While the raven haired woman was the more dirty-talking and dominant one, Larissa liked to be the praising one that kept you on edge and begging deliciously.

Her eyes flew from your naked figure whose legs were spread with your hand toying with your breast, to Morticia's perfectly rounded ass that hung in the air, her arousal prominently dampening the thin fabric covering her center.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here." Your eyes snapped towards the tall blonde who strutted into the room unexpectedly.

Larissa didn't hesitate to join in, her hand gliding to Morticia's ass, up her spine, and into her long black locks. Fingers tucked into her hair, grabbing a small handful and gently pulling, eliciting a low moan from Morticia.

"Rissa—" You attempted to call out before a whimper cut off your words. The blonde's eyes were drawn to yours, her lips instantly making contact with your cheeks, kissing away each wet drop on your tear-stained cheek.

"You're doing so good, sweet thing. Just one more and you can take a little breather, hmm? We can't have you tiring so fast."

You nodded your head frantically, toes curling and back arching off the duvet as you came for the third time. Vision went blurry and legs shook as the blonde woman guided you through your orgasm with a gentle hand along your cheek.

"That's my good girl," Larissa cooed, wiping your hair from your sweaty forehead and giving you a sweet but passionate kiss to distract you from the twitching of your thighs.

You whimpered into the kiss when Morticia slid her fingers from you, instantly sliding them into her mouth to suck them clean with a small hum.

"Mmm, sweet indeed," The dark haired woman added, releasing her fingers with a pop, dark eyes trained on Larissa's bright blue hues. "Here, have a taste." Morticia insisted, bringing her fingers to the blonde's mouth, who accepted them without hesitation.

Larissa hummed, her left hand finding your hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. Your eyes were trained on the two half naked women sitting in front of you. Morticia had inched towards Larissa, her hand leaving the woman's mouth to sneak between her legs.

You propped yourself on your elbows as you tried to calm your breathing, but failing to do so when Morticia gave you a knowing glance, smirking wickedly when an idea came to her head.

"You've been here not even a minute and you're already soaked through?" Morticia chuckled lowly, eyes glancing back at the blonde. "How about we put on a show for our slu—"

"Sweet girl," Larissa cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Our sweet sweet girl. . ." She trailed off, losing her train of thought when Morticia snuck a hand inside her panties. Larissa instantly moaned at the slender fingers circling her clit.

Her pale hand left yours to grab Morticia's freshly manicured hand, guiding her movements at her favorite pace.

At this godly sight, you were instantly wet once more. An almost painful heat instantly starting again.

The sight ahead of you made you seem nearly forgotten, but the heat between your legs was very much prominent. Just as you started to snake your hand towards your dripping cunt, Morticia's free hand gripped your wrist, her eyes never straying from the blonde in front of her.

"Tish, please." You begged, but your pleas never worked on her. Her grip only remained stern, keeping your hand in place, not allowing you to please yourself at the sight of her pleasuring Larissa.

The blonde quietly moaned before pulling Morticia's hand away from her cunt. "Somebody feels left out, Tish. Let her join. I want a taste of her anyways."

Reluctantly, Morticia retracted both of her hands, but a biting smirk returned to her face as she saw the plans Larissa had in store for you, lingering in her eyes.

"Don't be too easy on her Riss, this is after all a punishment."

"Ah, so that's why you two started without me." A dangerous smirk came to Larissa's face, one you know well. "So our little angel hasn't been so good today. . . What has she done?" Larissa asked the other woman, eyes curiously scanning your face.

"Was touching herself all by her lonesome. Didn't even bother to tell me. Heard her from the other room moaning like a whore."

Larissa shook her head, clicking her tongue in a disapproving manner, "You know better, darling." Larissa maneuvered her way around Morticia to switch places with her, making herself at home between your thighs.

Her body sat in the same position Morticia was just in, legs beneath her, upper body hovering over the duvet with her porcelain colored ass waving in the air.

Although your view of the woman was enough to have your arousal dripping onto the plush mattress, Morticia had the best view of all. Dark eyes wandered over the blondes smooth skin.

Larissa toyed with your thighs, pecking and nibbling at the soft flesh while Morticia traced a hand along the blonde's back, sliding a finger down her spine.

Morticia felt every inch and curve of Larissa's lower body, admiring the fine specimen that sat before her. Her lips made contact with the woman's hips, sending sweet kisses along her stretch marks that Larissa was once insecure about until the three of you got together.

You treated her like a goddess, after all, that's what she was to you. Everything about her was perfect. She was perfect, inside and out. And she appreciated every compliment, and especially every kiss to her most sacred spots.

"Rissa please," Your hips slightly bucked towards her face, begging for her to soothe the growing ache between your thighs.

"Patience, my love. You're going to need it." Larissa smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.

She knew just how much you were about to beg for her, and excitement was already coursing through her veins. Of course she was going to be more gentle than Morticia, but she was still going to give you the punishment you deserved for leaving them out of your activities.

Larissa flattened her tongue along your glistening cunt, slowly savoring every sweet taste of you. You shivered under her cool touch, hips being forced down against the mattress to avoid your overly sensitive bucking.

"Such a sweet little pussy, and all for me-" Larissa's words were cut off with a suppressed moan when Morticia slapped the blonde's ass with a piercing smack.

"Us." The raven haired woman corrected her, before soothing the immediate reddened area along Larissa's porcelain cheek.

Larissa tongue delved deep into you, bright blue eyes watching the growing tension between your knitted brows and the everlasting 'o' shape of your mouth as sounds refused to come out.

"Fuck, Rissa!" Your hand flew to her head, tugging at her long curly locks.

"Look at you, already a screaming little mess in just a mere second." Morticia teased you, fingers tucking under Larissa's panties and slowly gliding them down her thick legs to get a better view of the growing mess between the blonde's thighs. "Let's make it even louder for me, shall we? I want to hear how loud you both can be."

Morticia slid two fingers past Larissa's entrance with ease, pleasuring the tall goddess while she devoured you. Larissa's moans blended in with your own, putting a mischievous smirk along Morticia's face.

"Just like that." Her free hand rubbed the soft skin along Larissa's ass, preparing for her next move, "My two needy whores, complete moaning messes. Keep the noises coming."

Smack

Morticia used her free hand to send another sharp spank to Larissa's ass, and admiring the prominent jiggle that elicited from her smack.

You felt your release building and building, moans growing closer and closer together, giving Larissa just enough time to remove her tongue from your cunt. A whimper took place of a moan at the sudden loss of contact, and Larissa couldn't help the smirk that grew on her face.

"Didn't think I'd let you finish that easy, now did you?" She toyed, breath hitching in her throat when Morticia chuckled, suddenly curling her fingers inside the blonde.

She hit Larissa's most craved spot with each thrust, and all you could do was watch as Larissa became undone from Morticia, neediness growing more prominent now that your orgasm faded away.

"Come for me, Rissa." Morticia encouraged the blonde on just as Larissa brought her mouth back to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy got muffled as Larissa coated the other woman's fingers with her juices, her wetness dripping down Morticia's hand. Larissa's grip along your hips tightened, fingernails digging into your sensitive skin and leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

Morticia didn't dare stop her movements, wanting you to watch as Larissa came over and over again while you were being edged by the blonde for your punishment.

"Taking it like such a good girl," Larissa cooed, removing her tongue and replacing her pleasuring with her fingers, matching the same movements Morticia had been doing to her.

"Please—" You begged, "Let me come! I promise I won't touch myself again without you."

"I don't know, Tish. What do you think?" Larissa stopped her movements once she felt your walls tightening around her fingers. Small whimpers escaped your throat, the growing uncomfortable ache between your thighs forcing tears from your eyes.

"I say let her wait on it for a bit longer." Her devilish smirk forcing your grip along the sheets to tighten out of frustration.

"Mmm, fuck—" Larissa elicited a throaty moan.

Your head shook as you watched Larissa come for a second time, jealousy completely coursing through your veins.

Morticia sent wet kisses along Larissa's ass, gently guiding her through her orgasm. Her fingers moved from Larissa's used cunt and directly into her mouth, eliciting a small approving moan.

The scene in front of her was enough for Morticia to get off at the same time, her free hand rubbing circles along her own clit.

A shallow moan could be heard from Morticia as she came undone from her own touch. Her noise was just barely loud enough for both you and Larissa to hear, as Morticia was always the quieter one compared to you and Larissa.

Morticia then moved herself to sit next to you, legs tucked underneath her and thighs pressing together as she lifted Larissa's face, her thumb and forefinger pulling the blonde's face towards hers in a needy kiss.

Tears continued to flow, hips begging to buck and grind along Larissa's fingers as your gaze landed on the two women making out in front of you.

"Please!" You begged once more, "I'm taking your punishments so good. Just please— please let me come! I've learned my lesson!"

The two women broke from their heated kiss, both smirking towards each other at your pleas. Morticia ever so slightly nodded her head, allowing Larissa to bring her mouth to your clit and delve her fingers deeper.

Morticia slid a hand up your stomach, past your chest, and up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your face to look at her. Her body leaned in, face only mere inches from your own, dark eyes full of nothing but lust.

"Come, my darling." Her signature red lips smashed sloppily against yours.

A familiar knot formed in your abdomen, appearing only momentarily until you finally came around Larissa's fingers with a relieved moan.

The blonde's movements slowed as she eased you through your orgasm, allowing the pleasure to last for as long as possible.

Your chest heaved, heartbeat racing as you attempted to catch your breath when Larissa stopped her movements.

"That's my good girl." Larissa smiled, wiping your release carelessly off her fingers and onto her thigh as she moved her body to sit opposite of Morticia on the other side of you.

Her hand cupped your cheek when Morticia pulled away, both of them wiping your tears away with their thumbs.

"She took her punishment so good, didn't she, Tish? Wasn't our little doll taking it like such a good girl?"

"She took it so well for us," Morticia played with one of your stray hairs. "I think she deserves a treat, Rissa."

"Oh indeed she does. Does our sweet girl want a taste of mommy?"

Morticia ran a hand down Larissa's barely clothed chest, moving the thin fabric to free Larissa's breasts from her bra. Your eyes widened at the sight before you, a bright gleam in your eye making itself prominent to the two woman before you.

"Use your words." Morticia added when she noticed your growing silence.

"Yes— God yes!"

Larissa chuckled, reaching behind her unclasp her bra, allowing the fabric to fall from her chest and out of the way.

"Lay down, Rissa." Morticia laid a hand on the blonde's bare shoulder, pushing her gently down onto the mattress. "Our beautiful and enchanting goddess."

"Let us worship you. Please." You chimed in, running your hand up her smooth leg, and stopping just before reaching her soaked cunt.

"If that's what you truly want, who am I to deny you of your desires? Be a good girl and help me finish, angel." Larissa spread her legs, giving you full access to her dripping center which you took in your mouth instantaneously.

Your tongue flicked across her sensitive bud, earning a gentle bucking of her hips. Morticia made contact with Larissa's breasts, one hand kneading while the other held a tit in her mouth, tongue swirling around the blonde's nipple.

"Mmm, just like that!" Larissa's head fell back against the duvet, eyes begging to roll to the back of her head.

Larissa hummed, her perfectly manicured hand reaching for your head to push you further against her, allowing the slight grinding of her hips against your face.

Morticia gave one last flick to Larissa's nipple before taking a moment to look at the moaning mess Larissa quickly became. A small smirk toyed at her lips when she came up with a new plan to add to the pleasure you were giving her.

The raven haired woman slid from the bed to grab the leftover bullet vibrator that she had discarded earlier, turning the toy on and bringing it to Larissa's view.

"If she gets to pleasure you, it's only fair I get to help." Morticia crawled back onto the bed, and brought the toy to Larissa's chest. The buzzing toy ran across Larissa's nipple, causing Larissa's back to arch and push her breasts harder against the vibrations.

"Tish please," Larissa's blue eyes met with Morticia's dark ones, her big doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes glanced up at Morticia with a knowing look, moving your head away from her clit, to insert two fingers deeply inside Larissa's cunt with ease. Her wetness allowed you to slide right in.

"Such a little begger. . ." Morticia teased.

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth at the sight of Morticia slowly drag the vibrator down Larissa's chest, past her navel, and down to her sensitive clit.

Larissa moaned loudly at the new sensation. Your free hand gripped her waist, nails dragging across her porcelain skin in a small trail that ended in her inner thighs, leaving little red marks in their wake.

"Look at her taking you so well," Morticia cooed, noticing the third finger you inserted that caused Larissa to let out a whimpering moan at the stretching of her inner walls.

Morticia moved the toy in circular motions while she brought her mouth to Larissa's neck. Red lips attached to Larissa's pulse point, sucking and nibbling at the skin, a mix of red lipstick and hickeys soon covering the blonde's neck.

"Faster, baby—" Larissa's hand gripped your wrist, picking up your thrusts to a quicker and needier pace.

The blonde's legs stilled ever so slightly, every noise coming from her mouth halting as her breath hitched. Her orgasm came barreling down at her, taking full control over her curvaceous body.

But neither you or Morticia stopped your movements.

"Yes, god yes!"

While Morticia marked up Larissa's neck, the blonde's free hand made home on her own chest, pulling her nipple between her fingers and toying with the erect bud.

Larissa's other hand only grew tighter along your scalp, hips growing frantic as she hurtled towards her next release.

"That feels so good— Fuck, don't stop!"

At her words, Morticia pressed the vibrator roughly along Larissa's clit, adding pressure to send Larissa in a daze.

Larissa moaned a long list of profanities, along with both yours and Morticia's name as she squirted against your fingers. You smirked, knowing you could still get one more out of her.

"Always making such a mess, Rissa." Morticia clicked her tongue, loving the sight of Larissa fully submitting. This was the only time Larissa was ever this submissive, and god did it turn Morticia on.

Larissa's legs shook immensely, your pace only easing up just the slightest as to not completely overstimulate her.

"Just one more, beautiful," You cooed.

The blonde's head frantically shook, moans never quieting down as her grip on your hand grew tighter. She could feel her body tighten, her legs growing stiff with each passing second.

"I- oh god—" Larissa grunted, your fingers repeatedly hitting her soft tissue.

Morticia's free hand played with Larissa's hair just as the blonde screamed your name aloud when she came once more. Your skillful fingers eased their movements, helping Larissa ride out her high.

Larissa was completely flushed, her cheeks and chest held just the slightest shade of red. You slowly removed your fingers while Morticia turned the vibrator off, leaving Larissa a shaking mess. Her legs closed, chest heaving as she came down from her high.

"You did so good for us, Rissa." Morticia gave the blonde a small kiss, "Didn't she, doll?" Her dark eyes gazed into yours, catching your attention.

"She did amazing." You agreed with Morticia, before sucking your fingers clean.

Morticia scanned both yours and Larissa's faces, the exhaustion not going unnoticed by the raven haired woman.

"While you two catch your breath, how about I get a bath started and the three of us take a nice long warm bath together, how does that sound?"

"Please," You answered Morticia while Larissa nodded her head.

Morticia stood from the bed, smirking to herself at the sight before her, Larissa completely spent and sprawled out on the bed while you laid next to her with a hand caressing Larissa's thigh.

Morticia left the two of you to catch your breath while she started in the bathroom, warm water and lavender bubbles filling the giant porcelain tub for you and Larissa to soak in. Morticia couldn't help but smile, knowing both you and Larissa would be too tired to wash yourselves, which allowed Morticia to happily take over and take care of the two people in the whole world she loved most.

Chapter 20: Quick & Quiet - Clarissa Dovey

"I've been looking for you, darling." You let out a sigh of relief at the sight of familiar curly haired locks.

"Oh!" The brunette slightly jumps, your sudden appearance catching her off guard. "One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack." She laughed to herself, hiding a hand behind her back as she turned to face you.

"I knew I could find my little bookworm in the library of all places." You say, leaning against the bookshelf.

"Well you've found me." She smiled sweetly.

"What are you up to down here?" You ask with a quizzical brow.

"Just uh– just browsing."

She was lying.

And you knew she was lying because your sweet Clarissa always had a tell.

Her eyes would immediately avoid your gaze, and her lashes would flicker faster than usual. It was honestly cute, and you didn't have the heart to tell her she was a bad liar.

"Then show me what's in your hand there." You pointed to the hand still hiding behind her back from your view.

"It's nothing," She attempted to take a step back, only for you to take another step towards her with a smirk.

Clarissa's eyes fell to the floor in embarrassment when she brought the book she was reading into your view.

Fifty Shades of Grey.

Your smirk only deepened, your tongue flicking over the bottom lip as you gaze at her flushed figure.

"My my, what do we have here?" You open the book to the bookmark she had left to mark her spot. Eyes scanned the dialogue, immediately lighting up when you read the filthy smut covering the pages. "Is this how you want to be treated? Like the woman in the book?" You shut the book swiftly with one hand, tilting your head at the end of your question.

"I–" Her face immediately grew a shade darker, rounded cheeks covered with a deep blush. "Sometimes I think about it. . ."

"About what, exactly?" You teased her, body slipping even closer to hers as you spoke.

Clarissa looked around, making sure nobody was in listening distance before she spoke, "About you treating me like– like a–" She cleared her throat, visibly embarrassed by her own dirty thoughts.

"Slut?"

The brunette pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding her head slowly.

"Oh baby, all you had to do was ask." You tuck a stray curl behind her ear, and lean forward, lowering your voice before you speak again, "Let's try it right now, shall we?" Clarissa immediately met your gaze with wide-eyes when you took hold of her hand and guided her to the most abandoned corner of the room behind a plethora of bookshelves.

"R-Right here?!"

"Right here. Right now."

You sank to the floor in front of her, knees hitting the scratchy carpet below you, and tossing the book to the side.

"Don't you want to be my little slut? Getting fucked by your girlfriend in the library seems like a good way to test your limits." You glide your fingertips under Clarissa's dress and up her smooth leg. "Not only do we have the possibility of getting caught, but it would be you who would lead someone in this direction if you're not quiet." She whimpered when your hand cupped her center, her arousal prominently soaking through her underwear. "But that thought turns you on, doesn't it? Having to be quiet when we both know you're a screamer. . ." Clarissa let out another small whimper when your fingers rubbed against her clit.

"Please–" She begged, hands frantically grabbing at her dress to lift it so you could get underneath.

"I know you can do better than that, 'Rissa." You teased the brunette whose lips were now formed into a pout.

"Please just–" She looked around once more, making sure the coast was clear before she continued, "Just fuck me already. I'll show you how quiet I can be. How good I can be for you right now. Just please, please touch me more. I need you inside me. I'm so wet for you. Please. . ." She let out a shaky breath of relief when your smirk only widened before you snuck under dress.

Clarissa had to quickly hold onto the edge of the shelf for support when you threw her leg over your shoulder. You left small kisses along her beautiful dark skin, inching your way up to her thigh. You knew you should take it easy on her, after all this was her first time doing it in public, but the devil in you wanted to test her. You nibbled at her thigh, eliciting a gasp that was followed by a quiet moan.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, already shocked by how quiet she was so far. But then again, you had only just begun. A finger hooked under her panties, moving the soaked fabric to the side to allow you better access. Her arousal was quick to drip down her inner thigh as you came face to face with her glistening pussy.

Your mouth attached to her clit, sucking and flicking your tongue against her sensitive bud, eliciting a plethora of sounds out of Clarissa's parted lips. A hand immediately flew to her mouth, in hopes to quiet down the ungodly sounds that she felt were about to escape past her lips.

Under her massive dress, air was constricting and heat only grew hotter with each passing second. You were glad you had good breath control because passing out was not an option in a scenario like this one.

With one last flick to her clit, you flattened your tongue to run a strip up her folds. You kept a steady hand at her hip, ensuring to keep her from falling, as you knew she always became weak in the knees when it came to you doing anything remotely to her. She became putty in your hands at just the smallest of touches.

Her head lulled back against the bookshelf, accidentally knocking over an unopened book that fell to the floor with a thud. "Fuck. . ." Clarissa's voice was just above a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear and hold back a smirk at the uncommon expletive that came from her mouth.

"You're supposed to be quiet," You teased, dragging a finger down her cunt.

"It's kind of hard when–" She gasped, cutting her words short when a finger slipped past her entrance. Her body was quick to meet with your thrust, earning a raised brow from you.

"Oh baby, it's only about to get harder for you." You blew cold breath against her cunt, causing a shiver to run up Clarissa's spine, even as she was on the edge of breaking a sweat.

A second finger slid past her entrance, Clarissa's nails digging into the wooden shelf, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Her chest heaved at the curve of your fingers, hitting just the right spot that had her knee nearly buckle at the new sensation.

"Oh my god. . ." She whimpered, voice completely muffled by her manicured hand.

Your mouth expertly worked her clit, sucking and flicking as your fingers picked up their own pace. Clarissa tightened around your fingers as she came a moment later, her arousal dripping down your forearm as you kept your pace, not stopping her at one.

You hummed as you tasted her, thighs heavily pressed together for some sort of friction for yourself.

Clarissa had to make sure the coast was clear once more after a throaty moan escaped past her lips, a bit louder than she had originally hoped, but was glad to see the area still empty. It was eerily quiet around you, besides the moans coming from the brunette and the wetness between her thighs that only grew with each thrust of your fingers.

You quickened your pace, edging Clarissa towards her second orgasm that only made her moans and whimpers of pleasure grow more frequent and louder.

"Is my little dove already close again? Tsk tsk." You clicked your tongue, nipping at the soft flesh along her inner thigh before soothing it with your tongue. A smirk flashed across your lips at the darkened mark along her skin.

"Yes– Please don't stop! Fuck." She murmured between heavy breaths.

Beads of sweat not only formed along her forehead, but yours as well at the level of hotness beneath her gown.

You weren't sure how much longer you could kneel in the heat, but you could feel her tightening around your fingers once more, and you knew she was on the edge.

"Come for me, 'Rissa."

Your mouth returned to her cunt, sending Clarissa into a spiral. She had to bite down on a finger to suppress the squeal that threatened to get the two of you caught. Your movements gradually slowed as you helped the brunette ride out her high. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath.

Once you knew she had finished, you slipped your fingers away and replaced them with your tongue, lapping up the juices from her pussy. You slid Clarissa's underwear back in place just as she lifted her dress to help you crawl out into the colder air.

"I can't believe we just did that," Clarissa giggled, completely in a daze.

"And you're lucky nobody was around to hear you." You took the hand she held out for you to help you get to your feet. "Like I said, you're a screamer." You smirked before she pulled you into a heated kiss. Your hands grabbed at her hips, pulling her body closer to you as you nipped at her bottom lip.

Her face was red from blushing by the time the two of you broke from the kiss, eyes fluttering as she attempted to find the right words to say in retaliation, but failing to do so when she opened her mouth and nothing came out.

You leaned your mouth to her ear and lowered your voice, "Don't be embarrassed, sweet girl. We'll just have to continue working on it until I can fuck you into oblivion without the worry of somebody hearing those whorish moans when I have you coming along my fingers." You teased her, eliciting a small whimper from the curly haired woman in front of you at just the mere thought of doing this again.

You had helped her tidy herself back up before you left the small corner of the library, only to run into Lesso by the entrance who not only noticed the heavy blush on Clarissa's face, but the sweat along your forehead that was strange in a room that had air conditioning. Clarissa froze, eyes avoiding Lesso's gaze that only helped confirm the redhead's suspicions as you attempted to stop yourself from laughing at the situation.

"You're welcome for clearing the library for you." Lesso smirked as she spoke, "I knew I wasn't just hearing things when I heard Dovey over here whimpering." She chuckled, "You two can thank me later. Just make sure nobody is around the next time you two can't keep your hands off of each other for more than two seconds." She toyed with Clarissa, and that's when you let out the laugh you were suppressing. Clarissa looked over at you with wide-eyes at your not embarrassed reaction.

"Will do, Leo. Perhaps Dovey here just needs some extra help keeping quiet," You toyed with the brunette's stray curls, twisting the hair around your finger. "Help that not only me, but someone else can possibly give as well if they were ever interested."

Lesso bit her bottom lip in contemplation, raising an intrigued brow at your proposal.

"And I'm not the only one that has thought about it, isn't that right, darling?" You gazed at Clarissa who gulped, heart quickening at your admission, not expecting you to actually say something to Lesso about the multiple conversations the two of you had about asking her to join in.

"Okay," Was all Lesso said before her smirk deepened as she turned around and left the library, leaving you with the same expression as her, and Clarissa with a flushed face as you both watched her leave.

Chapter 21: Feathers - Natasha Romanoff

“How good have you been?” The redhead asks, while circling your kneeling body.

Your gaze lowers, and you shift your body to a more natural kneeling pose at Natasha’s feet.

“I’ve been so good, Nat.” The woman above you stops in her tracks just before you, your lowered gaze meeting with her tall black heels. You couldn’t see it, but she had a brow raised at the use of her name.

“Not good enough. It seems somebody has forgotten what they’re supposed to call me when we are being intimate.”

Your eyes widened at your careless mistake before words began spewing out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so sorry!. It won’t happen again.”

“Better not. I demand your respect as much as I demand that beautifully sculpted body of yours. Is that understood?”

“I understand, mistress.”

“And what is it you understand? I want to hear you say it out loud.” Her slender finger dips below your chin, lifting your head so your gaze met with hers.

“I will respect you. I am yours, and my body is yours. I’m yours to play with and to punish, mistress.”

“Very good, darling.”

Natasha smiled with approval before holding her hand out to pull you to your feet.

“Now sit on the edge of the bed. There’s something I want to try with you.”

You nodded your head quietly, not daring to ask any questions as you did as you were told, sitting yourself at the edge of the bed as you watched her turn her back and walk towards the glass shelf hanging delicately along the farthest wall. She stood still for a moment, as if contemplating her choices before sliding open the small glass door to retrieve something that looked like a feather duster.

She had her bottom lip between her teeth as she walked towards you, hips swaying with every step she took. When you thought she was going to stop in front of you, she turned to walk around the bed, pulling out a thin piece of fabric from the nightstand.

Her favorite blindfold.

She had been dying to use it on you, but wanted to make sure you were ready before she upped her game. She wanted you to be comfortable around her first, to make sure you trusted her with your body before she took away your eyesight.

“We are going to try something new,” Natasha stated, finally making her way to stand in front of you, “It’s called sensation play. I’ve found that every touch is enhanced when one has their sense of vision taken away and can only feel. I will blindfold you while touching you with this feather tickler. It will drive you crazy.”

You look into her glazed over eyes just as she strokes the feather along your arm.

“I see. . .”

“Is that okay?” She questions, her face briefly softening.

“Yes.”

Her face immediately returned back to its dominant look.

“Yes, what? I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, that is okay, mistress. Use them on me. Please.”

She nodded approvingly at your words, doing her best to hide her smirk at your plea.

“Good. Now strip.”

You followed her order, fingers trembling as you stripped yourself from your undergarments, leaving your body naked before the redhead standing over you. Her eyes skimmed over your body, before stopping at your bare breasts, briefly taking in their beauty.

Your breasts already feel heavy and needy from just her gaze, their taut tips begging for Natasha to touch them.

The redhead hums at the sight before her, licking her bottom as she hands you the black blindfold.

“Put it on.”

You follow her command, sliding the fabric slowly over your head until your vision goes dark, and you are unable to see a thing.

“So eager. . . You do want this, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress. I do. You know I do.”

“This will heighten your sense of touch beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before. You’re in for a real treat tonight.”

You thought that with your breasts on full display, that Natasha would go for them first. But instead, she glides the feather up the line of your jaw and over the fullness of your lips.

“There are so many sensitive areas on your body.” She states, gliding the tickler down your throat and across the broadened slope of your shoulders. You shiver at the slight touch across your skin, back slightly arching to push your breasts closer to her, in dire need of attention on your nipples.

“It’s obvious where those sensitive parts are, but it’s easy to bring someone to the edge without even getting anywhere near them.” She slides the feather down the length of your arm, clearly ignoring the obvious sign of you wanting her to touch your breasts.

“Please, mistress– Touch the obvious parts.”

Natasha lets out a low chuckle, flicking the harder end of the tickler handle against your breast as a playful punishment to your eagerness.

“Patience, little one.”

Natasha enjoyed watching you squirm under the light touch of her feathers, but you on the other hand were growing needy, your breasts aching for more than just a small touch.

“Please, mistress.” You beg her again.

“Please, what?”

After her words, Natasha completely removes the feather from your skin, eliciting a small whine from you at the removal of the small sensation. Your back immediately arches further, propelling your breasts further towards the redhead.

“Please touch my breasts. Make them feel good. Make me feel good. Please mistress, I’m begging you. Touch me where I need you most.”

Natasha contemplated having you beg for more, but she still wanted to go easy on you and not push you too far.

“Since my little lamb asked so nicely. . .”

Natasha swirled the feather along the upper swell of your breasts, circling the fullness of your boobs in small slow circles. A small whimper escaped past your lips, at her touch, still needing more. She chuckled at your reaction, knowing how strained you were. How hard you were fighting from yelling at her to touch you more.

Instead of staying at your breasts, Natasha decides to move down your body, dragging the feather down your stomach, and over the curve of your hips. Her movements were slow. Slow enough to have your body writhing as you grew more and more impatient with every passing second.

She was torturing you, and part of you liked it, but the other part of you wanted more. . . needed more. . . craved for more than what she was giving you. Natasha only chuckled at your clear need for satisfaction, before finally deciding you’ve had enough and to give into your pleas.

“Spread your legs for me, princess. You’ve earned your reward.”

You were quick to follow her order, the cool breeze against your hot center feeling amazing. Natasha got rid of the feather, and instead placed her hands along your ankles, before slowly gliding them up to your knees to spread them even further apart for her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“To take off this blindfold and watch you fuck me.”

“If that’s what you wish. . .” Natasha reached forward to slip the fabric from your face, allowing your vision to come back, eyes blinking a few times to readjust to the light before your vision cleared to see Natasha fall to her knees.

Her hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you just to the edge of the bed, giving her enough room to not only dip her head between your thighs for later, but to bring the tickler back onto your body, gliding the toy slowly up your ankle.

Your breath came out shaky as she toyed with the length of your leg, teasing you once again with her light touches that became too hard to handle. You writhed and bucked your hips, no longer willing to keep still, unable to resist the movements your body was making.

She glides the toy across your inner thigh, before sliding up along your slit, the unexpected touch eliciting a small moan from you.

“No more teasing, Natasha please! Touch me. Fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”

Natasha licked her cherry colored lips before dropping the toy to the floor and dipping her head between your thighs. Her tongue was quick to lick a strip up your slit, small and needy whines leaving your lips as she moved her attention towards your clit. She flicked her tongue against your sensitive bud as you laid back, propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch the redhead devour you.

Her fingers dipped to your entrance, swiftly spreading your wetness around her slender fingers before dipping two of them inside you, curving them to find your most pleasurable spot in an instant.

“Yes, just like that!”

Soft pleasurable moans filled Natasha’s ears, only encouraging her to quicken the pace of her tongue, flicking and swiping at your cunt that had your hips jerk forward,

“I don’t want to see you come until I have three fingers buried inside of you. I want to feel every wave of pleasure that I give you.”

“Give me more, please–”

“Anything for you. . .”

Your arousal dripped down Natasha’s hand as she inserted her third finger, stretching out your walls that tightly wrapped around her fingers that quickened their pace to match the flick of her tongue.

“Oh god–” You moaned out at the feel of Natasha completely filling you.

‘This body belongs to me. Every orgasm belongs to me.”

“Yes, god yes! To you and only you.”

Your body can’t help but ride against her hand, chasing the orgasm that you know is just ahead of you. Waves of pleasure completely took over your senses, the only thing that you saw was Natasha’s eyes gazing into your own as her mouth and fingers fucked you, bringign you closer and closer to the edge.

“Make me come, please! I can’t wait any longer.”

Natasha’s hand cramped as her fingers filled you and pleasured you, but she wouldn’t dare stop until you came.

“God you look so hot right now,” She admitted, before using her free hand to hold down your hips, keeping them from bucking wildly at her.

“I’m so close–”

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”

You gasped, head falling back as your orgasm came flying at you, powerful waves of pleasure overtaking your entire body. Your body clenched around her, your breath hitching in your throat as a sob of relief flew from your lips. Her name fell multiple times past your lips, pleading with her to not stop until you were finished.

Natasha loved nothing more than to watch you come undone beneath her. Watching you writhe and moan out her name was more than enough for her to get off. No touching was necessary as watching you was all she needed. She watched closely as you rode out your high, fingers gently slipping from your entrance, only to be replaced with her tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” Natasha mumbled between your legs, cleaning you of any mess from your orgasm, licking one final strip up your slit before standing from her knees, to swiftly climb the bed above you, straddling your waist and pulling your face towards hers to smash her swollen lips against yours in a needy kiss.

You hummed when lips collided, feeling completely fulfilled from the redhead.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle when Natasha pulled away, her breathing ragged and heavy, and it was obvious she had just as much fun as you did. You licked your lips, and attempted to kiss her again, but Natasha’s manicured hand fell to your chest, pushing you back down onto the mattress.

“Tonight was only for you, sweet thing.”

“But I want to feel you,” You pleaded, lips forming into a small frown.

“Another night. This was your night, okay?” Her thumb stroked your cheek lovingly.

“Okay,” You gave in, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“One of these days I’ll get it through that beautiful little head that my source of enjoyment comes from watching you come at my fingertips and scream out my name. There will be plenty of other days for you to take care of me.”

“Promise?”

Natasha let out a small laugh when you lifted your pinky for her to take.

“Pinky promise.”

She interlocked her finger with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze while both of you kissed your hands at your unbreakable promise, knowing she would stay true to her word.

“Now come on, let’s get my pretty girl in the bath.”

Natasha helped you up, and gave you a small smack to your ass to get you to move faster, as all she wanted to do now was pamper you until you eventually fell asleep tucked safely into her warm arms.

Chapter 22: Work Shenanigans - Melissa Schemmenti

You were just finishing grading your final papers for the day, eyes darting to the clock that hung on the wall above the door to your classroom, forcing you to hurry your last few corrections before the teacher's meeting that awaited you in just a few minutes.

Just as you moved the finished stack to the side, the heavy door opening, closing, and locking, turned your attention away from the pile and over to the redhead who just entered your empty classroom with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

"Mel, what's that look for? You're up to something. . ."

"What do you mean?" The not-so-innocent look on her face only aided your accusation more.

Your eyes squinted suspiciously, noticing the way her hips swayed more prominently as she slowly stepped towards you with her hands hidden behind her back.

Melissa swiftly swiveled your chair towards her, a single hand resting against the armrest, the other still behind her back as she lowered herself down, coming face to face with you. You could feel the heat radiating off her body as her lips hovered just in front of yours.

Her cleavage came into full view over the low neckline of her shirt, and it took everything in you not to tear your eyes from her face to admire the fullness of her chest.

"Spread your legs for me, hon."

"I– why?" Your face immediately flushed, her words and lustful tone catching you off guard.

"I brought something special to get you through today's meeting that won't leave you bored, but will leave you all hot and bothered instead."

A small whimper left your throat when you felt the smallest of vibrations against your inner thigh that only caused Melissa's smirk to deepen.

"Is that a yes?" She raised a small brow.

"Yes–"

"Then spread those legs for me like the good girl I know you are."

You complied with her words, legs opening for her as she fell to her knees before you. You couldn't help but gaze anxiously at the small window on your door that's the only thing separating you from anyone walking by and seeing Melissa kneeling between your legs.

"Nobody is around. I already made sure of it."

Melissa was proud of herself, not only ensuring nobody would be walking by, but convincing Ava to switch rooms for the meeting that was now being held on the other side of the school.

You nodded your head hesitantly, but the wetness coating your panties said another story. Melissa could tell how eager you were at the sight of your hips slightly bucking towards her when she revealed the toy held in her manicured hand.

"That's my girl," she cooed.

You knew exactly what she had in mind. She was holding a remote control and a small vibrator that was soon going to be inside you. Your fingers shook with anticipation as you hiked your skirt up to slip your panties down your legs. Melissa had to hold back a whimper at the sight of you. She could take you in her mouth right here, right now, but she had much more enticing plans before she did.

"Look at you, so wet for this already."

"Please," you let out a shaky breath when Melissa slowly drags the tip of the vibrating toy up your leg.

Your body tensed when the toy reached your inner thigh, hips begging to surge forward when the vibrations finally reached your wet core. You failed to hold back a moan, hands gripping at the armrests of your chair as she drew the vibrator down your slit, lubricating the tip with your arousal.

"Please, Mel– I need it."

The redhead chuckled at your impatience. You were always so needy. So desperate for her to touch you.

"I know you do, hon. But, before I stick this vibrator between your legs, I need you to promise me something first."

"Anything," You responded without any hesitation.

"Promise me you won't come until I say so."

She teased your entrance, sliding the toy up and down your center before quickly removing it away from you, leaving you with a pout as you arched your back, begging for her to please you.

"I promise I won't come. Just please fill me already!"

Melissa licked her lips, before wasting no time in plunging the toy deeply into your body, firmly holding your hips to keep you still.

"Fuck. . ." You lowly moaned out at the toy inside you, its slow vibrations filling you with desire.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

Melissa picked up your panties, and helped slide them back up your legs and fix your skirt. She held a hand out for you to stand up, which you took without thinking, as Melissa's eyes immediately fell to your skirt. From the outside, nobody could tell you had a toy between your legs, perfectly helping to execute her plans.

"How does it feel?" Her eyes softened as she examined your face.

". . .Good." You admitted sheepishly, heat rising to your cheeks.

"And it's just going to get even better," Melissa pulled you in for a quick but heated kiss. "Now let's put this bad boy to the test, shall we?" She let out a devilish chuckle, not waiting for you to respond before she turned the vibration setting up a notch. She was happy nobody would be able to hear the vibrations as it buzzed between your legs, the only sounds that would emit would be your moans of pleasure that you would have to stifle during the entirety of the meeting.

"Oh my god. . ." You let out a muffled whimper, your hand clutching to Melissa's shoulder to keep you upright when the vibrations got turned up to the highest setting.

"You're going to have to keep those pretty little moans quiet if you don't want anybody finding out how much of a little slut you are for mommy and her toys." She reminded you, kissing the side of your cheek before turning the vibrations completely off. You sighed with relief at the small break, but she was only just getting started with you.

Melissa places a hand under your chin, forcing you to look at her, a sudden serious expression clouding her face.

"If you ever get uncomfortable, or it's too much, just whisper 'pineapple' to me, and I'll stop, okay?"

You shake your head, with a determined look. "That won't be necessary."

Melissa hovers for a moment before pressing her lips tightly against yours, knowing you were too stubborn to change your mind on the matter.

"Just for that, I'm not going easy on you."

"Give me all you've got,' Your confidence faded just as fast as it came, when the toy suddenly turned back on at its highest setting, eliciting a louder cry from you that had your knees nearly buckle beneath you.

"You have no idea what you just started, sweetheart."

Melissa slid the small controller into her pocket when she noticed your gaze flicker to the small remote.

"Nuh uh, you're not getting your hands on this. Now come on, we're already late and I don't want to be asked a million questions on why we were late."

You nodded your head, fixing your posture before heading out the door, both you and Melissa walking side by side down the empty hallway towards the meeting that was about to leave you breathless and horny, but Melissa would be the only one to know, and do her darndest to see if you would break under the pressure or keep your promise.

The walk was painfully long, the toy between your legs pressing heavily against your most sensitive spot, leaving an ache with every step. Melissa's smirk never faltered as the two of you arrived at the meeting, all eyes turning in your direction at your tardiness thanks to Melissa's dirty mind.

"It's about time!" Ava called out, "It was a yawnfest in here. Now sit so we can get this done and over with, I have a nail appointment and we're already cutting it close."

You mouthed an apology to your boss before taking a seat without thinking, the toy eliciting a small gasp from you as you sat with Melissa at your side, hand in her pocket with her finger itching to press the 'on' button.

You were quick to drown out the words that flew from Ava's mouth, as most of it had nothing to do with the real reason why you were all here. She was the kind of person who had not a single thought, but fifty all at once, and she just had to share every single one of them. Melissa kept you in her peripheral vision, waiting for the right moment to strike. Her free hand slid to your thigh, her thumb gently rubbing your skin in soothing strokes that nearly had you nodding off until you heard your name.

Your head snapped up, turning towards Ava who was looking at you expectantly.

"I-I'm sorry, what?"

And that's when it happened, the toy was turned on to its lowest setting. You didn't notice it at first until the vibrations quickly turned up, causing you to press your thighs together tightly.

"I said, you're in co-charge with Melissa at the zoo field trip on Friday. Everyone is assigned a partner, and Melissa seemed like the obvious choice, is that okay?"

Your mouth went to open, but a gasp was nearly forcing its way out, causing you to not speak, but instead nodding your head in approval at her question, giving Melissa a side eye for putting you on the spot like that.

Melissa could already feel the irritation radiating from you, as she pleasured you on and off, each time leaving you just at the brink of an orgasm before turning the toy off and leaving you unsatisfied as the minutes rolled by.

The redhead herself was shocked at how well you were keeping it together, surprised that you were doing so good. But that all changed when out of nowhere, you had to cover a moan with a cough when the highest setting sent a wave of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

Barb looked over at you with a worried expression, lowering her voice to ask if you were feeling okay. Before you had a chance to respond, Melissa butts in, refusing to let you get a word in.

"Are you okay, hon?" She lifted a hand to your forehead, "You're looking a little flushed." You could see the bright gleam in her eye as she pretended to not know why you were a flushed mess in the first place.

"I'm fine," You return your gaze back to the brunette to your right, "Thank you, Barb."

She gives you a small smile before returning her focus back to Ava.

You noticed your leg start to shake, Melissa instantly noticed with you and lowered her voice to ensure only you could hear her.

"I told you I wasn't going to take it easy on you, Princess."

"Mel–" You warned, your breathing picking up as your finger anxiously tapped against the wooden table.

Melissa was carrying a stoic expression, her body calm and relaxed while you were on the brink of letting out the loudest cry you could imagine. You didn't know how much longer you could take her teasing you, pulling you right to the edge, just to stop everything and make you start over.

Minutes felt like hours as Melissa continued teasing you, but the second Ava dismissed everyone to go home, you were the first to rise from your seat, making a beeline towards your classroom with Melissa slowly taking her time behind you. She couldn't help but chuckle at your quick pace, legs barely separating as you resisted to spread them.

You were practically panting by the time you reached your room, closing the door behind you as you let out the whimper you had been holding in the entirety of the meeting. You kicked your heels off as you made your way to your desk, stripping from the formal blazer you had worn, feeling too hot under its heavy fabric.

Melissa opened the door, smirking at the sight before her. You were a horny irritable mess, needing to be released of the pressure that was constantly building inside of you. Her gaze fell upon the unbuttoned blouse that clung to your chest, the upper swell of your breasts prominently sticking out from the tightness of your bra.

The door subtly locking behind her was your break, small pleas flying past your lips as Melissa took steady strides to meet you at your desk. Melissa's eyes were twinkling with desire, the purr and neediness of your voice only causing her to want you more. She was done teasing you, she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted you. No, she needed you.

She closed the distance between you, smashing her lips against yours in a hard kiss, her tongue eagerly sliding against yours. She could practically feel you between the heat of her legs, her core throbbing and aching for your touch. The buck of her hips brought your attention to her, your hand sliding down her front, and into her pants.

Melissa let out a relieved sigh at the touch of your hand against her wet center. "I need more," She nearly begged, "Make mommy feel good and you'll get your reward."

You broke from the kiss to place your wet lips along her jawline, giving her little pecks down her neck, before sucking on her sweet spot. She took the remote out of her pocket to hold in her hand, her other fingers fumbling with the button on her pants, and helping with her struggle, you slid them down her legs, freeing her of her restraints. You stood between her legs as she sat herself up on your desk, and slid her shirt off her body, leaving herself in her undergarments, and allowing you more access to her body.

Your lips left her neck to trail down her body, first starting at her collarbone, then kissing along her full chest, back arching to push her breasts farther into you. Her gaze never left yours as she watched you kiss down her stomach.

"Get on your knees."

Your body listened to her short command instantly, knees falling to the floor as you came face to face with her wet core. Melissa leaned herself back on her hands, the remote controlling your toy still within her reach. As you settled into your position, you took a peek up at the redhead, who was eagerly looking back down at you. Just the sight of you kneeling between her legs was almost too much for her.

Your fingertips trailed the lace of her panties. Melissa could already feel the light tremble of your fingers. Your light, panting breath on her bare thigh left a shiver up her spine. Your fingers hooked beneath the hem of her panties, the soft tips of your fingers leaving a fiery trail across her soft skin as you slowly exposed her gleaming core.

You let out a whimper when Melissa turned the setting up just as your finger grazed her slit. Two fingers dipping past her entrance was more than enough for Melissa to let out a low moan.

"Just like that, you're doing so good," she cooed, playing with the vibrations of your toy that had you trembling.

"M-more, please." You begged, fingers delicately aiding to Melissa's pleasure.

"Please, what?" She teased, voice low and seductive as her head pulled back.

"Please. . . mommy. I need more."

"That's my good girl," she immediately increased the vibrations, your fingers curled delicately inside her that elicited a low hum from the redhead.

The remote flicked to the next level, your increasing moans mixing like a melody with Melissa's low hums.

You could feel the ache between your thighs growing at the fast tempo sending you pleasure that was almost too much for you to handle.

You inserted a third finger, completely filling Melissa's tight core, that had her back arching and hips riding against your hand. The setting was turned to the next level, hurtling you towards the end that you've been chasing for what felt like hours.

"Oh, fuck—" Her eyes shined hungrily into yours as the pit in her stomach deepened.

"Let me taste you."

Melissa's eyes darkened with desire at your words, her fingers slid through your hair, pushing the strays back and guiding your head close. The moment your mouth came into contact with her cunt, Melissa let out a pleasurable groan.

You nestle closer, slowly drawing your tongue over her clit, Melissa's hips slowly rolling against you. At the feel of Melissa turning the vibrator up to the highest setting, you let out a strangled cry, your eyes glazing over with desire.

"Oh god. . ."

Melissa tightens the grip in your hair, and you respond with a quicker pace, feeling her tighten around your fingers that let you know she was close.

"Just like that, babe. Fuck— Come with me!"

Your head nodded ferociously, expletives spilling from your parted lips as Melissa came around your fingers, completely falling apart at your touch. You came just as soon as she did, both of you riding your highs out together. Breaths were shaky and you were both panting, your tongue lapping up her juices after removing your fingers.

"Mmm, come here," Melissa beckoned you up, your legs shaking and knees nearly giving out beneath you as you stood to your feet. Your lips were plump and swollen, only accentuating Melissa's need to kiss you.

It was the kind of kiss that was fiery and passionate, her tongue swirling against your own that had your mind hazy. She couldn't resist the taste of her along your tongue.

Her hands ran down your sides, sliding over your waist and down to cup the generous curve of your ass, pulling you flush against her body and giving herself room to remove the vibrator, eliciting a drawn out moan from you against her lips.

"God, I'm the luckiest woman in the world," Melissa chuckled, after breaking the kiss for air, her forehead leaning gently against yours.

"I could say the same thing." You smiled, brushing your fingers along her warm cheek. A feeling of comfort washed over you as her hands slipped up from your ass to wrap protectively around your waist.

Melissa smirked, giving your ass a firm smack and hovering her mouth just over your ear. "Now be a good girl and take me out to dinner. I'm hungry for actual food. And if you keep it up, mommy will give you some dessert when we get home." She nipped at your ear, smirking to herself as she moved you to the side, allowing her to stand and get herself redressed, leaving you momentarily stunned by her words before quickly fixing yourself up and practically pushing her out the door to spend the rest of the night together in perfect bliss.

Chapter 23: What Happens in Vegas - Melissa Schemmenti

Summary:

*Mia Dolce - My Sweet
*Tesoro Mio - My Darling

I know nothing about the Italian language, so if my translations are off or incorrectly worded, I'm so sorry!

Girls Weekend. Ava had invited all of her closest female workers to a weekend out of town in a city full of alcohol and partying..

Las Vegas.

It wasn't your usual type of setting, but Barb had fully convinced you that this weekend would be one to remember, and that going out with the rest of the group would be a good way to clear your head over the disastrous events that concluded the class rankings.

Everything was going as it normally did, classes were ranked by their test scores at the end of the semester, but your class coming in first in the rankings had everyone shocked and in awe at the fast success rate you had with your students while only working at Abbott for only two years now. Except, only one person had turned your celebratory day into a scandalous one, Melissa Schemmenti. She was the one teacher you were close with the most from the moment you arrived, as your classes often had to work together, but the sudden shift in your friendship taking a turn for the worse left you feeling like the world had turned upside down.

She couldn't believe somebody had beat her in the rankings. Her classes always came out on top, nobody ever standing a chance to beat her kids, until you. She was a competitive person, at least that's what you thought at first when she stood across the room with her arms crossed while everyone else gathered around you to congratulate you. But after months of ongoing side eyes and silent treatments, you thought there was a deeper meaning to her standoffish attitude as time went by, but you just didn't know what it was, and that was the most frustrating thing of all.

You were never one for confrontation, and just let the situation play out how Melissa had intended.. speechless.

The only one who did know, or thought she did, was Melissa herself, but she wouldn't dare say a word about it to anybody. Barb, on the other hand, caught onto Melissa's unusual behavior from the start, as she had never seen the redhead act this way before, when she knew the two of you previously held a close bond. She had always caught Melissa's gaze pointed at you, and at some point, unknowingly to Melissa, she saw a glimpse of an unusual gleam in Melissa's eyes, and knew she had to do something about it, as it was clear she had to be the one to somehow get the two of you to talk.

Her plan started out perfectly after you agreed to join in on this trip to Las Vegas. She had meticulously planned to get you as close to Melissa as possible the second you arrived. Having you sit in between them on the plane ride there, being forced to sit next to the redhead for the entire car ride to the hotel, but when the two of you still hadn't said a word to each other, she knew she had to pull out the big guns.

"You have got to be kidding me." A baffled Melissa scoffed in Barb's direction.

"We are sharing a room?" You asked, turning your focus to Barb as well.

"That's right," She stated, with an unwavering stance.

"You have got to be kidding me." The redhead spoke out again.

"Barb, I don't think–"

"Look, I don't have time for arguing. I'm exhausted, there's an open bar, and a very comfortable bed awaiting my arrival, and I need the two of you to get your acts together for the sake of this weekend and for my sanity. I don't want to hear any whining from either of you, as you have no choice in the matter and WILL be sharing a room for the weekend. Understand?" Barb looked at both of you expectantly, a single eyebrow raised, and her arms folded across her chest in her most authoritative way.

At the elongated silence between you and Melissa, Barb took that as the answer she was wanting, handing Melissa the slim key card before sauntering off with her suitcase trailing behind her.

"And don't bother asking to trade rooms, I told the others to say no if either of you mentioned it." She shouted over her shoulder, before fading from view, leaving you standing alone with Melissa.

As your mouth opened to speak, Melissa let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holding and started walking towards the elevator, pressing the small button and waiting for its arrival. You kept your distance from the redhead, waiting patiently behind her.

You hadn't realized how long you had spaced out until a familiar voice caught you from your daze.

"Well?" Melissa asked, irritated that you hadn't moved as she stood in the elevator with her hand keeping the doors from shutting.

"What?" You asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"Are you coming to the room or is staring at the floor really that entertaining?"

"Oh– Sorry," You lowered your gaze back to your feet as you entered the enclosed space.

Melissa shook her head, emotions running completely wild, and making it hard for her to control each and every one of them.

You had taken the back corner, quietly leaning against the handrail, giving the redhead as much space as you possibly could. Melissa had felt bad for her snappy attitude now that the two of you were alone, but didn't dare make it apparent.

As the doors opened, the two of you filed out of the elevator to walk down the empty hallway and trekked down until you reached the door at the end of the hallway. Melissa was quick to scan the card to unlock the door, pushing the heavy entrance open to reveal a darkened room. She flicked the lights on, illuminating the shared room before stopping in her tracks once she saw the sight before her. You hadn't realized she stopped moving when you closed the door behind you and ran into her back, brows knitting in confusion at her stopping mid entrance.

"Melissa? Why'd you stop–" You carefully move around Melissa, your eyes widening when you quickly come to find her reasoning.

There's only one bed.

"I can't believe this..." Melissa ran a hand through her hair, a defeated sigh leaving her mouth as she rolled her suitcase next to the vanity. "I need to find Barb."

"What?"

"There has to be a mistake. If I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn't have–" She stops herself before she finishes her sentence, taking a seat in the leather chair behind her.

"You wouldn't have what? Come on this trip?" You scoffed, all the anger, confusion, and hurt all heavily bubbling in your chest. They had all disappeared a while ago, but her words now only make them come barreling back at you.

"Don't..."

"Because of me, right? We used to be friends, good friends, and then suddenly you ghost me. Pretend like I don't even exist."

"Y/n, stop..."

"And the real sick part is I don't even know why. Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?"

"What did you just say?" Melissa asked with a quiet voice, her head flicking into your direction.

"I–" You paused, letting out a defeated sigh, but you didn't get to finish.

"Is that how you think I feel about you?"

"Well, you've given me no other thing to think. You were what I considered to be my closest friend. The only one to actually accept me at the school rather than look at me like a newbie. And then, you just- just shut me out. As if you couldn't hide your detest for me anymore-"

"Would you stop?!"

"Why?! Why can't you tell me why you hate me so much?!" A stray tear fell down your flushed cheek.

"Because, I don't hate you! I could never, ever hate you." She stood to her feet just as quickly as your mouth flew open at her words. She took careful steps forward, eyes filled with desperation and worry.

"You– what?"

"I could never hate you, Y/n. Because I–"

Melissa temporarily froze, trying to collect her thoughts to say her next words.

"Because I love you..." She let out a shaky breath, unaware of how you were going to react to her confession.

You were completely stunned at her words, taking a hesitant step back from her as you processed the words that were just said to you. Your head shook as another tear fell from your cheek.

"Is this some kind of joke to you, Melissa?" You let out a fake laugh, "Yes, let's continue torturing the woman who had fallen for you on her first day of teaching by just playing with her feelings more. The poor naive younger woman who was too dumb to realize that the feelings weren't mutual–"

As a plethora of words spewed from your lips, Melissa couldn't help but notice how much she actually had hurt you. She frowned at the redness of your cheeks that were now stained with tears that you've been holding back for months. She didn't even know what to say, as you didn't believe any of her words. You thought she was mocking you, digging the knife deeper into your chest, when in reality, she was doing the exact opposite.

And she couldn't hear you talk down about yourself any longer.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hands grabbed your cheeks, pulled you in, and pressed her lips desperately against yours, completely stopping your sporadic words. The kiss was short but sweet, Melissa being the first to pull away, wanting to make sure you were okay. Her thumbs gently wiped the stray tears from your face.

"I don't understand..."

Melissa let out a deep breath, knowing she was going to have to explain her reasoning for being the way she was. "You are perfect, mia dolce." She stated truthfully. "You came into this school and turned it around for the good. The kids are more excited to learn, their grades have improved profusely, and they absolutely adore you...and I was jealous. Jealous that when you beat me in the class rankings, I couldn't congratulate you the way I wanted to without being a distraction. I couldn't be the one to distract you from what really matters..the kids."

"Mel.. all you had to do was talk to me. But instead, you shut me out and led me to believe it was me who was the problem, that I had ruined our friendship over a silly class ranking."

"You will never be a problem, tesoro mio. And I'm truly, truly sorry for the way I acted, and I will do anything and everything it takes to show you just how sorry I am." She gently tucked a stray hair behind your ear, and looked into your eyes lovingly.

One thing that Melissa wasn't, was a liar. She never told a lie towards you. It was one of the things you liked most about her. Sure she would come up with little white lies around the others, but she made a promise to herself to never do the same to you. And the way she was looking at you right now, you truly believed every word she had come to say.

Your lips formed into a small smile, instantly warming the redhead's heart. She knew she would have to work hard to gain your affections back, and that's exactly what she planned to do.

"So, what did you plan on doing?"

"What do you mean?" Melissa raised a slight brow.

"You said you'd do anything and everything to show how sorry you were... what would you do?" You explained your question a bit more.

"Let me show you. If you'll let me." Melissa's eyes lit up, happy that you were willing to let her try so soon.

"Well," She started with a small smile, "I would kiss your face. Here." She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Then here," she kissed the tip of your nose that forced a blush along your cheeks. "And lastly, I would kiss you here." Her lips found yours, in a sweet, savory kiss that had you melting into her touch.

Her hands slid down to your hips, holding you flush against her body, her larger breasts pressing heavily against yours. Melissa went to pull away for air, eliciting a small whine from you, your lips instantly growing cold from the lack of her warmth.

Melissa chuckled at your small frown, knowing that you were just like her, and once you got a taste, all you wanted was more of her. This is what you wanted from the start. To be in her arms. To be kissed by her.

"Y'know what else I want to do?" Melissa asked, her gaze faltering from your face.

You licked your lips, slowly shaking your head no at her words.

"Oh, hon.. I want to make you feel good." She stated, her tan manicured hand found your shoulder and pressed down on it lightly, forcing you to sit on the edge of the bed. You gulped at her now taller figure standing between your legs. "I want to make you feel things you never thought you could feel." Her hand dipped below your chin, forcing your gaze to meet hers. The hunger in her eyes was almost impossible to resist. "You deserve for me to make you feel like the most special.. No, the most beautiful girl in the world." Melissa dropped her mouth until it almost touched your lips. The soft panting of your breath only aiding her words. "Will you let me?"

"Please.." You quietly pleaded.

"Use your words, Y/n."

"Please make me feel good. Take my breath away. I want it. I– I need it, please. I need you, Mel." You spoke the words against her parted lips, your mouth just slightly brushing hers. Melissa's low growl sent a shiver down your spine.

"God, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that."

You let out a soft moan as her lips clashed with yours once more. Your hands fell to her sides, fingers grazing down her curvaceous body that left a blazing trail along her skin. Fingers tugged and the lower hem of her dress that stopped just above her knees.

"Let me see you," You whispered in between kisses.

"Only if you're a good girl for me."

Melissa gently pushed you further into the bed, your back hitting the duvet as she pulled your legs to ensure you were laid just at the edge of the bed to give her perfect access to the spot she was craving the most. The smile never left your face as her nimble fingers grazed up your bare legs, before reaching the band of your skirt, and tugging it down your body. You laid there in your lavender panties, suddenly insecure at the absence of your skirt, but the way Melissa was hungrily scanning your body, had you tugging at your shirt and pulling it off your body.

"Mmm, you're so beautiful, Y/n." Melissa leaned forward to whisper in your ear. Small kisses were left along your neckline, and your collarbone, the redhead gently nipping at your skin here and there to mix pain in with pleasure. Her hand slid down the center of your body, making you shiver as her hand dipped beneath your panties.

Her fingers sent shivers down your spine as they reached your wet center, running lines up and down your folds. Your back was quick to arch, and Melissa took that as an opportunity to play with your breasts. She placed a kiss on the upper swell of your breast before pushing your bra down, revealing your naked chest.

"Please.." You whined, Melissa's fingers toying at your center that you wanted her to fill.

"What do you want, amore?" She placed a gentle kiss on your breast.

"I want you to kiss me. Play with my breasts. And fuck me until I can't breathe."

"Oh, that can be arranged." Melissa smirked, kissing the side of your breast this time.

Her fingers carefully dipped past your entrance, a low moan leaving your lips as she filled you. The redhead turned her attention to your nipple, and gently flicked her tongue. Your hand moved her hair out of her face, and held the back of her head so her gaze could stay on you.

She pulled the bud in her mouth, giving it a gentle suck as her fingers skillfully worked up a steady pace inside you.

She pulled the bud in her mouth, giving it a gentle suck as her fingers skillfully worked up a steady pace inside you. You let out a soft moan at her pleasures, you instantly melting into the mattress with Melissa on top of you.

Your back slowly arched from the bed as her teeth gently grazed your nipple, your breasts pushing further against her face. Melissa chuckled lowly at your neediness, the way your body begged for more of her without you having to say a single word. Her fingers curled deliciously inside you, hitting your walls in the most perfect way that left you a moaning mess.

"You're doing so good for me," She nipped at your skin, leaving fresh love bites in their wake.

"More...please.." You begged with a whimper.

Her fingers were pumping wickedly inside you, only slowing down momentarily to add another finger, three of them stretching your inner walls as Melissa hit the spongy spot with every thrust that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"J-just like that! Fuck, Mel.."

"So many filthy words coming from such a sweet little person," Melissa chuckled.

Your moans of ecstacy had Melissa pressing her thighs together, in search of any kind of friction to help satisfy her growing need. Wetness coated her inner thighs, her panties now completely soaked with her arousal.

"I'm so close– please don't stop–"

Melissa kissed her way back up your body, her plump lips hovering just above yours, and eyes burning with passion as her gaze lifted to your eyes.

"I want to hear you scream my name when I have you coming all over my fingers. Be a good girl and let it all out. Let me hear my name coming from that pretty little mouth."

Your walls clenched, and your stomach tightening as you felt yourself climax around Melissa's fingers, your fluids coating her fingers as she pounded into you, letting you ride out your high as long as possible. Her name, along with pleasurable moans, and naughty expletives left your lips as Melissa sucked the pulsepoint on your neck.

You could see stars in your eyes, your rapid breaths being calmed by Melissa's soothing touch as she gently removed her fingers from within you, her free hand holding the side of your face. The redhead clashed her lips with yours, engulfing you in a sweet kiss.

"You did so good for me, Tesoro."

You could feel the blush creep up to your cheeks at her praise as your hand dipped between your bodies, guiding itself down her clothed sternum to reach the heat between her thighs, Melissa letting out a shaky breath as you palmed her center.

"You're so wet for me, Mel.. and I was so good for you, please–" Your fingers rubbed her aching core.

"Use your words, hon.. What exactly do you want?"

Melissa smirked to herself as she sat up, still straddling your naked thighs, her hands dipping to the hem of her dress and pulling up and off her body, leaving behind her black lace undergarments.

You swore you could start drooling at the sight of Melissa's half naked body sitting on top of you. Her large breasts only being held by her bra, and her cunt being covered by the wet lace between her thighs that you wanted to tear off of her.

"Well?" She teased, helping guide your hand up her body. "Don't keep me waiting.."

"Let me see you. All of you.. I want to see and feel every inch of your beautiful body. And–" You words catch in your throat as Melissa was quick to unclasp her bra, and slide the straps down her arms to bare her chest for you. Her boobs slightly fell from the lack of support, your eyes visibly eager to admire the fullness of her chest.

"And what?" She guided your hand again, but this time allowing you to cup her breast.

"A-and I want to taste you..please..." You quietly begged, your free hand toying with the thin lace fabric against her hip.

Melissa's eyes dilated, all color nearly drained from her eyes at your words. She never thought those words would come out of your mouth. You always spoke with grace, and it turned her on even more that she pulled those naughty words out of you without even trying.

"My good girl wants a taste, hmm?"

You silently nodding your head, with your innocent doe eyes, and a small smile against your lips made it impossible to say no. She wouldn't dare refuse you, but she had been dying for you to touch her, but having her in your mouth was even better.

"It's only fair I reward you for doing such a good job for me," She purred. Her hand pushed at your chest, forcing you to fall completely back against the bed. Melissa all but ripped the panties from her lower half, not wasting the time to slide them off in the position she was in.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as she slowly crawled her way above you, your eyes coming face to face with her glistening cunt. Your hands were quick to grab at her hips, pulling her down so you could finally get a taste of her.

Melissa let out a groan when your tongue easily slid up her pink folds. Her hands gripped at the headboard, holding herself steady above you as you ferociously lavished her center. You let out low hums in approval at her taste, her growing arousal making it easy for your tongue to swirl around her clit.

"Oh, fuck.." Melissa lowly moaned.

More profanities were quick to fly from the redheads mouth as you were quick to send waves of pleasure up her spine with the gentle flicking of your tongue. You started yourself at an easy pace, switching between licking up her cunt and toying with her clit. Melissa couldn't help but push herself farther against your face, barely leaving any room for air, but that was the last thing on your mind.

"Mmm, that feels so good, princess."

You could feel your heart skip a beat at the new pet name. She had always used her Italian words when calling you pet names, but there was something about this one that made you excited to hear it again.

You added suction to her clit, Melissa letting her head fall back as your fingers kneaded at the stretch marks along her hips that you were quick to fall in love with. When your tongue teased her entrance, Melissa's hips involuntarily bucked along your face, almost begging you to fuck her.

"Ride my face, Mel..." Your words were quiet, but your tone was just loud enough for Melissa to hear. Her hips continued rolling against your tongue, her not so subtle moans, and the taste of her against your lips had you feeling as if you were in a dream.

Melissa timed the roll of her hips to the rhythm of your tongue, her breasts slightly jiggling with every movement she made, and your view from below was hypnotizing.

"God, I-I'm going to come, don't stop–"

You did as you were told, keeping up your relentless pace against her cunt as Melissa's hips grew frantic as she chased her release that was hurtling towards her.

"Fuck, fuck.."

Melissa's nails scratched at the headboard, leaving a small trail in their wake as she came with a loud moan. You flicked and sucked at her folds, helping Melissa ride out her high in the most pleasurable way that had her not wanting, but needing more.

Her legs gently shook, your name falling from her mouth numerous times as she slowly came down from her high. You went to lift her slightly, but the redhead couldn't stop just yet.

"One more, please.. I need more.."

You quietly chuckled, not expecting Melissa to be needier than you were. But, it made you feel better that she was. It made you feel wanted, and the fact that she was begging for more let you know you were doing all the right things. She helped boost your confidence, which in turn gave you the strength you needed to take her for another round.

You lapped up the juices covering her pussy, and Melissa could tell you were being just as greedy as she was. She was more sensitive this time around, her hips unintentionally bucking at any pleasure to her clit. The redhead began rolling her hips again, this time sliding a hand to your head. Fingers dipped into your soft strands, holding you flush against her core.

"Mmm," You mumbled, sending sweet vibrations along her cunt.

Your tongue dipped past her entrance, eliciting a small gasp from Melissa before she got the hint to switch her movements. As you fucked her with your tongue, the fingers in your hair tightened as her low moans started growing increasingly louder. Melissa had no care in the world at how loud she was. She wanted everyone to know how good you were making her feel.

Her red hair slightly bounced with her movements, her free hand tossing her now messy curls behind her back. You couldn't help but gaze up at the woman with desire. This is the woman you had always yearned for, and here she was in bed with you while she rode your face as you ate her out.

You admired the fullness of her bouncing breasts, her toned stomach, and the way she moves her body to match your rhythm to ensure she gets the best care. Her legs shook more prominently than before, the ache in her thighs from holding herself up now becoming tense as she felt the rush of adrenaline from her racing climax beginning to spiral.

"Oh my god.. Fuck, Y/n!"

Melissa was breathless as she came for the second time, the juices of her orgasm dripping down your chin as your tongue continued to fuck her through her pleasurable release. Her eyebrows were heavily knitted, legs shaking more profusely, and chest racing from the quick breaths that soon filled her chest as she rode out her high.

"Okay, okay–" Melissa whined, and did her best to lift her hips, allowing you to slide from beneath her, holding herself up as long as she could until you had moved so she could fall to her back against the duvet.

Near silence filled the room, with the only noise coming from the heavy breathing from you and the quick breaths coming from the redhead next to you. Your thumb swiped at the trail along your chin, wiping the stray juices from falling lower down your skin.

You looked over to Melissa, whose eyes had already been trained on you, the gorgeous color of her eyes becoming more pronounced under the soft light that sat above her.

"That was–"

"Yeah..."

You finished her sentence, both of you letting out a small giggle as you basked in the moment. Her hand searched momentarily for yours, before her fingers intertwined with yours, and you couldn't help but smile at the small gesture. You had always wanted to hold her hand, and it felt just as good as you had always imagined it would be.. And a big part of you never wanted to let go.

Chapter 24: Bratty Behavior - Addison Montgomery

"...and Y/l/n, you're with Montgomery. Special request." Bailey stated, after assigning you and the rest of your fellow interns to the Attending you'd each be helping out for the day.

You let out a sigh of relief, glad to be on Addison's service. The two of you had kept your 'relationship' private. Well at least you considered it one, as you two were only seeing each other and had spent numerous hours in each other's arms in bed any chance you could get. You two only had eyes for each other, and you were ready to come out to the Chief, but Addison on the other hand wasn't, and she never told you why.

You were happy to be working on the Pediatric floor for the day, as the vibe was more uplifting and calming compared to any other floor of the hospital. Work went as it usually did, you checked up on patients, ran labs, and did everything you were supposed to do, and did it the most efficient way you could. To any doctor, they should be thrilled they had an intern who did what they were told, and did it well. But nobody seemed to notice, not even Addison.

As today was hectic, Addison started piling you with work that had quickly turned your mood sour when you had multiple patients getting that had forced you to change your scrubs on numerous occasions while Addison completely disregarded you. She barely even glanced in your direction when you called out to her as she walked past you, which only fueled your negative mood.

"Seriously?" You called out, turning on your feet to face Addison who now turned to face you at the raise of your voice.

"What is it, Y/l/n? I have things to do." The redhead crossed her arms.

"Addison, I called out to you and you straight up ignored me."

"Dr. Montgomery," She simply stated.

"W-what?" You asked, with a confused face.

"It's Dr. Montgomery to you, Y/l/n. In case you forgot, we are at work, and I am your boss."

"In case you forgot, I have your patients lab results, along with their scans that you need to check out. I've never seen anything like it before."

Addison's tongue swiped at her upper teeth at the sass you were giving her, along with backtalk that you had never used with her before, and she didn't like it. The redhead had to hold her composure, snatching the labs from your hands and running her eyes over the pages.

"Schedule her for surgery, we need to take care of this now."

"Can I scrub in?" You hopefully asked.

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Why not? Dr. Montgomery, I've been running around doing her labs all day–"

"You haven't earned it," she stated. "Now go schedule the surgery."

"But–"

Addison cut you off with a finger to your lips as she took a threatening step closer, her body only mere inches from yours. Heat radiated off her body as she let out a small huff.

"No buts, you're talking back, you're sassy, and you're being a brat. Tell me why I should let you in on this surgery when you have an attitude."

You slightly rolled your eyes, annoyed that you had put in the work but didn't get the reward for it, and didn't even get the chance to speak with her finger blocking your lips from moving. In this moment, you didn't care about the eye roll, but for Addison, it only added fuel to the fire you would have to deal with later.

"That's what I thought, now go." She forced the labs back into your hands with a stern expression.

You huffed and did as you were told, unaware of the fact that Addison was now thinking of a way to knock the sassiness out of you. Normally, just her stern look alone would have you on your knees in submission, but today was different. You were being a brat, and Addison was not about to let you get away with it.

Hours later, as Addison was making her way to your locker room, Mark pulled Addison aside and claimed that you were being sassy towards him all day, but Mark being Mark, he was enjoying this new side of you. After he filled her in, her trimmed brows couldn't help but raise as she licked her lips, excusing herself to drag you immediately home.

The ride home was quiet, with you just staring out the window and Addison watching the road. After work, you had mainly found yourself at her place, it immediately became a routine that you would stay with her on days you weren't on call. As you entered the house, Addison's gaze never left your back as she noted the way you threw your bag on the floor, and the way you didn't hesitate to nearly rip your clothes off to rid yourself of your dirty work clothes.

"What's with the attitude today, hmm?" She questioned, making her way over to you after setting her own stuff aside.

"I don't have an attitude, Addy." You huffed when she blocked you from leaving the bedroom.

She nodded her head and puckered her red stained lips, knowing you weren't going to admit it with the bratty behavior you've had all day.

"Fine, get on the bed."

"What?"

She took a step closer, her slightly taller figure looming over you as her gaze turned dark with desire.

"Get on the bed."

"Addy, I'm not–" You went to talk back, but before you could, Addison lifted your face with a slender finger under your chin, closing your mouth in the process, while her nail ever so slightly dug into your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to fuck this attitude out of you until my little princess decides to rejoin me." She sternly stated, slowly guiding you back towards the bed. "Now sit."

You felt your knees hit the back of the bed, and they couldn't help but buckle at her words. Your nearly bare ass met with the soft duvet behind you as Addison couldn't help the wicked smirk that formed along her reddened lips at you listening to her command.

"See, it's not that hard to be good for me, now is it?"

The rose colored blush that crept onto your cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the redhead as she towered over you.

"But you haven't been good, have you?"

When you don't answer her immediately, Addison grabs your face, fingers digging into your flushed cheeks with a stern grip as she lowers her face down to yours.

"Have you?"

"No–" You whimpered.

"That's right, you haven't. You've been sassy and bratty towards me all day, and for what? Was mommy not giving you enough attention?" She let her bottom lip fall in a fake pout, lowering herself even closer so her lips just barely grazed yours. "Well it looks now like you have to wait even longer.." She smirked before standing back up straight, a small whine escaping past your lips as she moved herself backwards.

"But–"

"You see, good girls get rewarded when they prove just how good they really are. However, you've been bad, and deserve to be punished for the way you acted today, which leads me to have to make some crucial decisions." Her hands slipped behind her back, gliding the zipper down her back to let her dark dress fall smoothly to the floor. She left herself in her maroon undergarments that complimented her silky skin perfectly.

She had moved the small chair from the corner of the room to just a few feet in front of you before sitting herself down, with dark eyes trained solely on you. She looked elegant in her seated position. You couldn't tear your eyes off her, and you desperately wanted to touch her, but when you lifted a hand, Addison swatted it away.

"Tsk tsk," she shook her head in disapproval.

"Addy, please–"

"Begging already? Such a pathetic little slut.." Addison slowly opened her legs, revealing the dampened patch along her lace thong. "You craved my attention so bad, yet when I gave it to you, I got a brat in return. So, bend over my lap."

"W-what? Why?"

"For the first part of your punishment of course. Now come."

You shakily stood to your feet as you did what you were told, Addison wasting no time in pulling you across her lap with your ass lifted into the air. Without warning, a sharp smack to your cheek had you cry out at the sudden flash of pain until she used her hand to soothe the small ache.

"For each spank, I want you to apologize. I want to hear how sorry you are for being a bad girl today. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded your head, which only caused Addison to send her hand flying back down to your bottom.

"Use your words."

"Y-yes, mommy! I can do it!" You whimpered out as you adjusted your body to be more comfortable, unsure of how long you would be left like this.

"That's all I needed to hear.."

Her palm hit your ass with a sharp smack, almost surging you forward that had you holding yourself as steady as you could.

"I'm so sorry, mommy! I just wanted you so bad.."

Another smack, to the opposite cheek this time.

"Please, I'll be so good for you!"

Her hand smoothed down her next spot of choice before the next slap to your ass left a reddened spot along your bare skin.

"I-I won't be a brat anymore. I'll be your good girl. No more sas, I swear! I'm sorry!"

After Addison gave your ass a red tint, she let up her harshness, but she still wasn't satisfied with your begging. Her eyes glanced between your legs, noticing a prominent wet patch against your lace panties. She didn't think you'd be turned on as much as you were with this punishment, but she sure was glad you were, which only made her not want to stop just yet, forcing her hand down again with another smack.

"What are you sorry for?" She deliberately questioned, curious if you would apologize for every action.

"I'm sorry for talking back to you at work, and for being sassy towards you and everyone else all day. I won't do it again!"

Her hand forced its way down, smacking your ass cheek one last time before easing you to your feet. Your legs were shaking as you stood, face completely flushed, and eyes so dilated that Addison could barely see any color left.

"Not good enough. Sit back down."

You whined, but did as you were told, Addison eyeing your shaky legs with a heavy smirk. As you sat back down, you couldn't help but wince at the pain that shot up your spine from the soreness that now covered your ass. Eyes prickled with tears as you forced yourself to sit through the pain.

"My bad little slut forgot one very important detail in that apology, which I find to be the most naughty action of all.."

Your eyebrows knitted as you ran your head through the day, unsure of what you did that you could have possibly forgotten to apologize for. Addison spreading her legs in the chair tore your thoughts away as she slid a hand down her chest. Your mouth fell agape as she cupped her covered pussy with a quiet moan.

"Since you seemed to forget what it was.. You rolled your eyes at me, remember that?"

Your eyes widened when you knew exactly what she was talking about. You had never rolled your eyes at her before, and now you were about to get punished once again for being a brat towards the redhead who had started playing with herself through her wet fabric.

"I-I didn't mean to.."

"Oh, but you so did," she toyed with you, fingers moving her panties to the side to reveal her glistening pussy coated in her arousal. Your mouth watered at the sight, her legs spread wide open with her fingers gliding along her folds. She knew you were already wet, and she could only imagine how soaked you were at the fact that she was playing with herself right in front of you.

You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together when the redhead let out her first moan as she easily slid two fingers past her entrance. She had only just started and you were already in dire need to touch her. It took everything in you not to move from your seat, as it would only make things worse for you. So you sat, and watched as Addison's mouth fell agape while sinful moans filled your ears.

"Mmm, you look so pretty sitting over there, it's a shame..."

Addison's free hand found her tit, pushing the thin lace out of the way for her fingers to pull at her nipple. You couldn't help but let out a small whine when Addison picked up her pace, the wetness between her thighs mixing with her moans was almost too much for you to handle. You were aching to do more than just sit and watch, but Addison took pleasure in watching you squirm.

"Addy please," your fingers grasped at the duvet below you to keep you from pouncing at her. "Let me help you. I want you so bad.."

The redhead casually ignored your plea as she played with her pussy, fingers easing out of her to rub her clit. Her hips just slightly bucked at the new sensation, feeling herself growing closer to her release.

"Mommy... I'm your good girl, please. I won't roll my eyes anymore. I won't be sassy. Just please- please let me taste you."

Addison wanted to make you wait longer, but the knot in her abdomen and the fact that you were being good, had her rethinking her decision. She loved the way you made her feel, the way you would treat her like a queen, and make her body fall apart with your skillful tongue.

"Fuck, come here.." she growled, you instantly falling to your knees to sit face to face with her dripping cunt. You didn't waste a second to bring your mouth to her core, lapping up the sweet juices along her folds before devouring her.

"You taste so good, mommy." You slightly pulled away to meet her gaze with your compliment.

Her manicured nails grabbed at your hair, wrapping her fingers lazily around your strands and pulled you back to her cunt. She desperately needed your mouth on her, tasting her, and fucking her until she came along your tongue.

Your hands grabbed at her inner thighs, forcing her legs to remain open, nails slightly digging into her smooth skin to leave crescent marks in their wake.

"Faster, princess.." You listened to her instantaneously, the consistency of her moans picking up letting you know you were doing it right. "Just like that! Fuck, I'm so close, don't stop."

You couldn't help but take in the sight before you, Addison's messy curls cascading over her face as her gaze was looking at you and only you, her free hand that continued to pull and twist at her nipple, and her perfectly toned stomach that rose and fell quickly as you felt her tighten around you.

"So close.." She hummed.

She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, feeling herself getting worked up to the point where she was about to be in shambles. Her hand gripped your hair tightly, guiding the movement of your head to help her reach that peak she was desperately chasing after.

Addison's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her vision going dark as she came with a hearty moan. Her hips threatened to buck from sensitivity, but your hands firmly held them still as you helped the redhead ride out her high for as long as possible. Addison whispered a plethora of expletives as you lapped up her release, taking your time in relishing the moment to lick her clean of her orgasm.

"You taste so good, mommy." You purred.

Addison let out a heavy sigh of relief as she caught her breath. You winced slightly as she pulled you up by your hair, fixing her position in the chair to pull you on top of her to straddle her waist. Her plump lips engulfed yours in a heated kiss, the woman humming at the taste of herself along your tongue.

Her slender fingers delicately slid from your hair to roam your body, fingernails skimming over your chest to continue their path down the curvature of your body to reach the spot she was wanting the most.

You gasped into the kiss at the sound of fabric ripping, Addison not bothering to slide the garment down your legs, but instead ripped it off your body to give her access to your center. The cool air hitting your dampened cunt sent a chill up your spine, eliciting a small shiver from you. Her fingers dipped between your thighs, and your hips couldn't help but surge forward, begging for fingers to fill you.

A whine left your lips, forcing you to break from the kiss when Addison slapped your cunt, sending a wave of pleasurable shock throughout your body. "You didn't think I'd give in that easily, now did you?" She teased with a heavy smirk.

Your bottom lip formed into a small pout. All you wanted was for her to relieve you of the tension you've been building while watching the woman pleasure herself.

"What's wrong, little one? Is mommy not giving you what you want?"

You shook your head no as you lowered your gaze from hers, only fueling Addison to send another sharp smack to your cunt, this time hitting just the right spot that caused a small moan to escape past your parted lips.

A firm hand wrapping around your throat, just barely below your jawline forced your gaze back to the darkened eyes of Addison.

"Words. Use your words."

"I'm sorry, mommy."

Another slap to your pussy had your back arching at a deeper angle, pushing your breasts further towards the redhead. The hand around your throat squeezed ever so slightly tighter.

"God, I love hearing you beg. That sweet innocent little voice of yours begging for mommy's touch. Isn't that right, baby? You want me to touch you?"

"Fuck—" you nearly choked out, desperately in need of her. "Yes, please.." you begged, "Please touch me, mommy. Fill me with your fingers. Fuck me until I'm a shaking little mess."

"That can be arranged, sweet thing. Will you start being good for me?" Addison had pulled you in by your neck to engulf you in a heated kiss. A squeeze to your neck opened your mouth with a moan that allowed the woman access to slip her tongue into your mouth.

You mumbled into the kiss in response to her question, Addison not able to make out what you said but knowing you, that was a yes. She took it upon herself to not slap your cunt this time, but to run her fingers along your soaked folds dripping with arousal.

Your hips moved, in desperate need of more than just her small touch. Addison was messy with the kiss, leaving her stained lipstick across your own lips and across your jawline and she kissed her way across your face.

"Fuck me, please.." you begged, tilting your head to the side to allow Addison more access to your flesh. Her free hand gripped at your jaw, holding your head steadily to the side to keep you still as she marked her territory.

She smirked into your neck, two fingers sliding easily past your entrance. Your moans started off more quiet and inconsistent, gradually growing as Addison's fingers worked a steady pace between your thighs.

"That feels so good," your fingers raked through her messy curls, pushing away the few strands that fell in her face.

She sucked and nibbled across your bare neck, leaving fresh love bites in their wake as she marked you across your neck as much as she could.

The redhead made her way down your neck, placing bites along your collarbone. Her fingers curled delicately, hitting the soft spongy spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Mmm," you moaned out, grinding your hips with the movements of her fingers.

"Oh, I see," she purred, "You want to ride mommy's fingers, don't you sweet thing?"

"Yes, god yes! Please..."

The hand around your neck left to skim down your body to rest along the curve of your hip, guiding your body down as she rested her other hand to allow you to take control.

"Go ahead, baby."

Your hips jolted forward, eager to ride the fingers that curved deliciously inside you. Arousal dripped down her slender fingers, Addison gripping at your hip to keep you steady.

Your clit slid against her palm, only adding to the pleasure you were receiving from the woman beneath you. Fingers curled in her maroon locks as she found your chest, placing small kisses along the upper swell of your breast.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," you moaned out.

Her tongue flicked against your nipple, swirling around the hardened bud in a slow and skillful manner. Her lust-filled eyes glanced up at you as she pulled your tit in her mouth.

Your hips grew frantic with each passing second, eagerly chasing the orgasm you have been not-so-patiently waiting for.

"God, that feels so good!"

Her teeth grazed your nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. Your pace was desperate, and Addison's grip along your hip tightened, nails gently digging into your skin.

"You're so close, baby. I can feel it. Come around mommy's fingers like my good girl."

Your pace was relentless, fingers pulling Addison's hair gently as you chased your first orgasm.

"Fuck— I'm gonna—"

Addison's lips met with yours in a short but sweet kiss, your breathing momentarily stopping as your orgasm ripped through you. The redhead cooed and talked you through your first high as she kept her fingers still beneath you as your riding slowed down.

She sent small kisses along your cheek and jawline, surprised that your pace never faltered, yet began to pick up again once you came down from your high and chased after another.

Your hand dipped between your legs, taking her hand from your cunt so you can lower yourself down on her thigh. You didn't let go of her hand, but instead swiped your tongue along her slender fingers before dipping them inside your mouth.

"Such a needy little thing.."

Addison's gaze grew dark, watching intently as you sucked your orgasm from her fingers. You couldn't help but hum and moan as your slick pussy slid across her thigh with ease.

The friction gave you the pleasure you were looking for, your gaze not leaving hers as you sucked her fingers clean and let them go with a small 'pop'.

She went to move her hand but you guided it back to your throat, wanting her to keep some kind of control over you. Her eyes flicked to your lips as you let out a deep moan when her fingers tightened around your throat.

Your breathing was heavy, hips grinding against the thickness of her thigh that had you a moaning mess. Addison felt herself growing wetter at your sounds. Your growing moans were heaven to her, and she loved hearing those sinful sounds coming from beyond your lips.

"Do you want to come, baby?"

"Mhm.." you nodded your head frantically, juices sliding down Addison's thigh as you grind against her.

"Then come for me. Come along mommy's thighs. Let me see that pretty face of yours as you unravel in front of me."

You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the needy moans that were threatening to grow louder as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach.

Your orgasm ripped through you, legs quickly beginning to shake around Addison's thigh as your hips continued to move back and forth as you rode out your high for as long as possible.

Addison wanted to savor this moment, eyes memorizing every feature and gesture you made as you came. She admired your face, the way your eyebrows were knitted tightly, cheeks completely flushed, and lips spread wide open as you moaned out.

You had to reposition yourself, allowing your legs to tightly close as your head fell in the nape of Addison's neck. Your breathing was fast and heavy, small whines leaving your lips as you pressed your thighs tightly together.

"You did so good for me, princess."

Addison kissed the top of your head, hand soothingly running up and down your back as you attempted to catch your breath.

It took you a few minutes to return back to normal, but your shaky legs hadn't gone away, knowing they would be like jello if you tried to stand.

Exhaustion was quick to find you, the long day and multiple orgasms hitting you like a truck. The small yawn you involuntarily let out alerted Addison of your exhaustion. Her hand dipped to your chin, lifting your face so she could get a look at you.

Your eyes were freshly glazed over and it was clear you were done for the day.

"Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, baby. Does that sound good?"

You nodded your head with a small smile, Addison pressing her plump lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss. She lifted you up, carrying you in her arms to your side of the bed to set you down gently.

She gave you a quick peck to your forehead as she left for the bathroom, tidying herself up, and getting out a fresh rag to clean you up. As she returned, she couldn't help but playfully roll her eyes with a massive smile that spread across her face when she saw you with your eyes closed and now on her side of the bed.

Addison couldn't help but laugh to herself that she was actually successful with fucking the attitude out of you.

She was gentle and careful with cleaning you, before settling herself in the bed behind you, pulling you flush against her chest as she got herself comfortable to sleep the night away with you in her arms.

Chapter 25: Potions - Cordelia Goode

"How much longer, 'Delia?" You asked, sneaking your arms around the blonde's slim waist. "I'm growing cold up there without my favorite supreme wrapped in my arms." Your lips couldn't help but fall into a pout as you rested your chin on her shoulder.

"I'm the only supreme, darling." She giggled, keeping her focus on the two glasses in front of her as she dumped a maroon colored liquid just below the rims. "And I'm just finishing up. I think I've finally perfected it!" She bit her plump bottom lip, turning her head to face you with excitement.

"Finally," you gave the blonde a quick kiss. "I really hope this works this time. I can't wait to see which one of us gives in first." You smirked against her lips.

"We haven't even drank it yet and you're already kissing me, darling. It's going to be you. You're very needy."

You protrude your bottom lip in a faux pout that only elicited a wider smile from the blonde and another quick peck to your lips in a reassuring kiss.

"God, I love when you make that face. It's absolutely adorable."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her words and tugged at her shirt to bring her to the plush blanket sprawled out and decorated with a few scattered pillows that sat just a few feet away from the lit fireplace.

Cordelia was well coordinated, and didn't spill a single drop of her newest concoction at your eagerness to bring her back towards the warmth.

You were first to plop down, Cordelia offering your drink to you before she sat down beside you, shoulders just barely touching yours.

"Nuh uh, not so fast, darling." Cordelia stopped your glass from tipping any further when you were too caught up in excitement over your drink. "We have to drink it at the exact same time."

You had nearly forgotten about the specifics, her concoctions always had to be done the way she said so, and it wasn't your place to question the witch when she gave you an order.

Cordelia admired your excitement. It always put a smile on her face that you were always so keen on trying new things, especially if it was something she made specifically for you.

"I really hope this works," Cordelia said quietly.

"It will. I just know it." You reassured her.

The witch then cleared her throat and held her glass towards you, and you were sure to clink your glass against hers in unison before both of you took your first sips from the dark substance.

You let out a sound of approval as the liquid hit your tastebuds. A sweet mix of apple, cinnamon, and a dash of alcohol entered your system. It tasted warm and inviting, the drink instantly putting you at ease...or so you thought.

Your gaze flicked over to the woman next to you who was still focused on her drink. Too focused to notice the way your eyes darkened when her tongue slowly swiped along the sugar coated rim on her glass.

You could feel your cheeks grow warm, and it wasn't just from the fireplace. It felt like you were heating up from the inside out. Your thoughts were in the gutter as a familiar ache grew between your legs.

You tried to play it off by nonchalantly repositioning yourself and squeezing your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed by the blonde.

Cordelia smirked and gulped down the rest of her drink, purposely tipping her glass far too much to let a few stray droplets of liquid fall from the corner of her mouth and land upon the upper swell of her breast.

The witch nonchalantly swiped her thumb along the droplet before sucking the liquid from her finger, purposely eliciting a low moan to play with you.

"How are you feeling, baby? You're looking a little...flushed." Her curved lashes fluttered as her dilated gaze moved from your face down to your bare thighs that were heavily pressed together.

"It's just a bit hot in here, that's all." You attempted to ignore her lustful gaze, instead busying yourself by downing the rest of the homemade potion.

The blonde tugged at the strap of your dress, slowly sliding it down to reveal more of your soft, smooth skin. "I would say I can fix that, but at this rate, it's only going to get much hotter in here." Your gaze flew back to the witch, who looked ethereal with the glow from the fireplace hitting half of her face in just the right place.

"Is that a fact or a promise?" You toyed, pointer finger flicking at the buttons that held her silk blouse together.

"Come here and find out," she bit her plump bottom lip, eyes sparkling with desire.

You nearly pounced on the witch, knocking the glasses out of the way as your lips engulfed hers in a fiery kiss. Cordelia's hands found the hem of your dress, lifting the fabric over your hips and tugging at it, in a way that told you to help her remove the clothing item.

The dress flew to an unknown location after you briefly broke the kiss to help her, neither of you caring where it went and instead rejoining your lips.

You straddled her waist, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt and groaning out of frustration into the kiss as you struggled to free her of her clothing.

A loud rip tore through the room, buttons flying in multiple directions as you managed to tear her blouse open and slide it from her body.

"I loved that shirt," Cordelia mumbled against your lips.

"I'll buy you a new one."

In this moment, you didn't care about the shirt, you cared about how the woman you were straddling was intoxicating. Her floral scent was stronger, her skin felt softer, and the way she had your pussy wet from just a kiss drove you mad with desire.

Cordelia slowly fell back against the cushioned blanket, your lips leaving hers to place tender kisses along her jawline before nipping at the skin along her neck.

"Mm, fuck that worked quicker than I thought it would," Cordelia admitted after eliciting a low moan at your mouth leaving marks down from her neck to her chest.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at her words before moving her sheer bra to the side, allowing you access to her breast. An eager tongue flicked at her hardened nipple before your mouth latched onto her tit. Your free hand grasped at her other breast, moving the same fabric to the side so you can twist her nipple between your fingers.

Cordelia's breath hitched, back briefly arching from the ground as you gave her chest the attention she was craving.

"Fuck, I need more. It's not enough," she whimpered as her hips just barely bucked below you.

"Mmm, who's the needy one now?" You mumbled, sending wet kisses down past her navel.

Cordelia wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling slightly at the strands just enough to elicit a moan from you, and force your face to look up at her.

"How about you just use that pretty little mouth to fuck me."

You only smirked at her words as you returned to kissing along her body, but stopping along her hip bone to leave fresh love bites along her porcelain skin.

Cordelia squirmed when your head reached her lace panties. Her body ached for you. Hips bucked in anticipation as your teeth took hold of her panties, slowly sliding the thin fabric down her legs.

Your eyes never left hers as you kissed your way up her calves, across her inner thighs, and over to her bare wet pussy. You had never seen her so wet before, and you couldn't wait to taste her dripping cunt.

Your tongue licked the strip up her folds, Cordelia immediately raking her fingers through your hair. You circled her clit slowly and meticulously that forced a sinful moan out of the witch.

"Just like that—" Her smooth legs held you close, while her fingers held your head right where she wanted you.

Cordelia was quick to fall into a blissful state as you lavished her cunt, the fireplace behind you crackling loudly, flames growing brighter the more pleasure you gave Cordelia.

"M-more, I need more! Please," the sound of your lover begging only encouraged you to give her everything she desired.

A single finger easily slid past her entrance covered in arousal, the added sensation leaving Cordelia breathless. As you multitasked, tongue swiping at her clit and finger slowly sliding in and out of her, Cordelia's back arched ever so slightly with quiet whimpers escaping past her lips.

You couldn't help but gaze at the woman in front of you, the way her porcelain skin flowed under the firelight. The way her body squirmed at your touch. And you couldn't help but hum in approval when the grip on your hair tightened.

"Fuck, I need more! Baby please!"

A second finger slid inside her cunt, instantly finding the soft spot with each thrust that had elongated moans reverberating off the dimly lit walls.

Cordelia could feel her body heating up, beads of sweat forming along her chest and forehead, both from warmth from the fire and her own body working itself up from pleasure.

"How's that feel, baby?" You sweetly asked, eyes noting every movement Cordelia made.

"Soo good," the blondes breath was shaky and low.

You picked up your pace against her cunt, ignoring the strain you felt against your forearm as you worked your way to give Cordelia the best treatment she deserves.

Cordelia could feel the welcoming knot in her abdomen, fingers gripping onto your hair to keep your head in place. The witch wasn't taking any chances of you pulling away and making her wait to finish.

"I'm so close.." Her eyes grew bright from the dancing flames as her gaze fell upon you between her legs.

"Let go, baby."

Cordelia's legs stiffened around you, a sharp gasp followed by the roaring of the fireplace behind you let you know that the witch was at her peak. Her back had lifted from the floor, toes curling, and fingers pulling at your hair.

"Fuck!"

The blonde was unable to form a full sentence as she came along your fingers that refused to stop, allowing your lover to ride her high as long as possible.

You hummed as you tasted her along your tongue, slowing your movements little by little on her cunt. Cordelia's vision went blurry, chest riding and falling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Okay, okay— I can't—" Cordelia pulled at your hair, forcing your head away from her dripping pussy.

You swiped at your bottom lip with a smirk, immediately crawling your way up her lightly freckled body to engulf her in a heated kiss. You were quick to straddle her, hands fiddling with her tits as her tongue dipped into your mouth.

Her own hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides before grabbing hold of your hips and pulling you the rest of the way down to her. Your wet pussy pressed against her own, and your hips couldn't help but needlessly grind down against her.

"Oh my god..." your words were breathless into the kiss.

Her grip was tight along your hips, manicured nails ever so slightly digging into your skin as she guided you back and forth.

"That feels so good," you whimpered.

Cordelia was already sensitive due to her previous orgasm, but the newfound pleasure from your clit grinding against hers had her eager to chase after another high.

"Let me see you, baby." Cordelia was not only eager to reach another orgasm, but she was even more eager to watch you grind yourself against her.

With one last kiss to her lips, and gently pulling at her lower as you lifted up, Cordelia's chestnut eyes danced over your figure.

There was nothing the witch loved more than to see you on top of her. The way your hair fell around your face, the slight jiggle in your tits as you moved, and the way your hips needlessly moved as you pleasured yourself on her.

"You're so damn beautiful," her hands dipped behind you, grabbing a steady hold of your ass.

Your own hands squeezed at her tits as you held yourself together, a loud hum escaping your throat at her words as your own mouth was unable to form a sentence.

"Just like that, baby. You're doing so good."

You could feel the heat creep onto your cheeks, not from the roaring fireplace behind you, but from the words coming from Cordelia's lips.

She loved praising you and admiring you just as much as you loved to hear it from her. It only made you want to work harder, do your best to ensure you would hear those words again.

You could feel your legs begin to stiffen and your hips start moving at their own pace, and you could feel yourself getting worked up towards your release.

You easily slid across Cordelia's soaked pussy, low moans filling the room as the both of you felt the pleasure only increase.

"So..close..." you whimpered.

"Not yet, baby. I'm almost there. Just a little bit longer."

Cordelia's nails dragged along your hips, leaving minor scratches in their wake that only elicited another moan from you as you lazily nodded your head at her words.

Your stomach tightened and you knew you could finish right then and there, but if Cordelia said to wait, then you would wait for her. You love when you came together. The way your bodies would orgasm at the same time, filling you both with a feeling of euphoria and bliss.

"I can't— 'Delia, please," you whined.

Cordelia's head fell back, mouth agape as her own hips moved in the opposite directions yours did to speed up the process.

It didn't take long thereafter for the witch to nod her head rapidly, moans becoming more consistent as she hurried quickly towards her release.

"Fuck! Come with me!" The words flew from her mouth just before she pulled her bottom lip sharply between her teeth.

Cordelia's legs shook while your breathing stopped, all sounds coming from you going silent as you came along Cordelia's cunt. The blonde followed you soon after, eyebrows knitting as her grip along your hips never ceased.

The flames from the dimly lit candles spread throughout the room went out in a flash, only the fire from the fireplace cascading a glow over both you and Cordelia.

You gasped as you finally caught your breath, Cordelia loosening her grip on you to instead ease up your shaky movements. Your body shook as Cordelia's hands slid to your back, urging your body forward to press her lips against yours.

Your breasts fell in line with Cordelia's as your hands slid to her slim waist. The blonde couldn't help but close her legs, squeezing her thighs tightly together as your lips were pressed together as one.

Cordelia sighed after you broke from the kiss for air, your head immediately falling to the crook of her neck. Her fingers ran tender lines up and down your back as you gave her neck a tender kiss, both of you silently laying there in each other's arms.

The witch was expecting the effects of the potion to wear off by now, but grew curious as to why when she was pressing her thighs together, that she felt the same ache between her thighs as before.

She needed more. Craved for more. Desired more.

You could feel the woman move slightly beneath you, but she gave you no chance to think on it when she expertly flipped the two of you over, eliciting an unexpected gasp from you. The woman now sat on top of you, eyes completely filled with desire as she lowered her lips to hover just centimeters over yours.

"Oh I'm not done just yet." A wicked smirk toyed at her lips, mascara covered eyelashes fluttering as she lowered her tone next to your ear. "I want to ride your face. To feel you lavish every inch of me. To come along your tongue as my fingers play with your pussy."

You felt the same ache she did, the need for more pushing you to force your lips back against hers in a heated kiss that left both of you feeling feral.

If that's what Cordelia wanted, you were going to give it to her... and so much more.

Chapter 26: Shapeshifter - Larissa Weems

Your gaze couldn't help but shift to the newfound bulge in Larissa's panties. You two had been carelessly making out in bed when you suddenly felt something new touch your inner thigh.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know I could do that," Larissa's cheeks instantly grew crimson as your mouth fell agape at the sight beneath you.

Her hand went to move between her legs, in an attempt to cover her newly shape-shifted cock, but a gentle hand from you tugged at her wrist to stop her action.

"No no, don't be embarrassed, my love." Your hand slid from her wrist to interlace your fingers with hers as an attempt to comfort the blue-eyed blonde beneath you.

"But it's a—"

"I know, but that's okay!" You give Larissa's hand a gentle squeeze, "I actually find it quite... interesting." Your gaze lowered back down to her bulge.

"Interesting?" The blonde questioned, eyebrows knitting in confusion. "How?" Her usual pale cheeks only reddened ever more.

"Well, if you can do this..." You leaned forward, hovering your lips over Larissa's ear. "Then we don't need the strap anymore.. and if you can feel this..." You then placed a hand on her bulge, giving it a firm squeeze that had Larissa's breath hitch. "Then I say, let me pleasure you in ways you've never imagined." You ended your speech with kisses along Larissa's neck.

The blonde squirmed at your touch. Her thoughts were running wild at all the new things she could not only feel, but do. And she was glad that you were so into it. Something she never thought possible, something she was now excited to test out with you.

"Pleasure me then," Larissa's voice was quiet and breathy.

Your hand took no time in pulling her panties down, freeing her hardened cock from its tight restraints. The thin cloth got tossed carelessly behind you as you kept your focus on the woman beneath you.

"Is this okay?" you genuinely asked when you heard a gasp after grinding your hips on her.

"Yess, definitely yes."

Larissa was shocked at how good it felt. The feeling of your bare wet pussy sliding against her newfound body part had her in a daze. Her crimson colored fingers grabbed at your waist, gently stroking at your stretch marks as your hips moved back and forth.

She couldn't help but let out her first soft moan, unaware that her noises only encouraged you more. Your hands fell to her tits to keep yourself steady as you rocked.

"How does this feel?" you asked.

"I-It feels good, but—" The woman cut herself off, sheepishly avoiding eye contact until you lifted a finger to her chin, bringing her gaze back onto you.

"But what? Use your words, darling. I can't help you if I don't know what you need.."

"I need more," she confessed, letting out a shaky breath at the slow roll of your hips that had her cock twitch beneath you.

"How much more?" Your thumb gently grazed over her light pink nipple.

"I need to feel you... to feel myself inside you. To feel every possible inch of you that you'll give me."

You leaned forward after Larissa finished speaking, pressing your lips firmly against her now barely crimson colored ones in a loving kiss.

"If that's what you want, then who am I to deny you of such pleasure.." you purred against her lips.

You could hear Larissa's breath hitch as your hand slid between her legs to line her cock up with your slick hole.

"Are you ready?"

The blue-eyed beauty nodded her head, soft hands taking place at the curve of your hips.

"Words my love."

"I'm ready— I'm so damn ready."

You ran the tip of her dick along your folds before slowly easing her inside you. Your arousal made it easy for her to slide in, quiet profanities leaving Larissa's lips as she truly felt you for the first time.

She instantly felt euphoric, the new sensation quickly becoming something she would soon crave more and more of. You were both so eager to please each other, Larissa immediately guiding your hips along her length.

You sighed contently, head falling to the nape of Larissa's neck. Your lips instantly locked onto her porcelain skin to kiss along her neck.

"Fuckk..." she mumbled.

Your hand fell just under her jawline to turn her head, allowing you more access to the woman's neck.

Larissa's hips instinctively bucked up just as you made your way down her length that had her hitting the spongy spot deep inside that forced a moan to escape past your lips.

"Oh my god.." You met your movements with Larissa's, moving down the full length of her cock that had your skin smack against hers after being met with each thrust. "Faster.. please go faster," you mewled.

Larissa's hands left your waist to fondle your ass, slender fingers gripped at your cheeks as the blonde thrusted into your cunt that had your brain going fuzzy. Your hand on the woman's jawline pulled her face towards you, engulfing her full lips into a passionate kiss.

As Larissa picked up her pace, your moans got silenced into her mouth as her tongue was quick to dominate your own. Her fingernails dug across your ass, leaving reddened marks in their wake as she began deeply pounding into you.

"God you feel so good," she groaned into the kiss.

Your free hand slid down to her breast, fingers pulling her pink nipple between your fingers. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach as Larissa became erratic, her thrusts hitting you right where you needed her most.

"Let me see you when you come," Larissa stated when she felt your pussy clench around her. "I want to see that pretty little face you always make when I have you come."

You sat up straight, giving Larissa exactly what she wanted. Her blue eyes immediately fell to your tits that your hands grabbed as soon as you sat up. She loved watching the way your tits bounced and swayed with your movements. The way your eyebrows knitted as you could feel yourself getting close to your release. The way your mouth fell agape to let the throaty moans of ecstasy escape from your throat.

It was truly a sight for her to see, and it only made her want to let you finish faster so she can watch you come along the length of her cock.

"I'm so close, 'Rissa!"

You bounced on her cock, ignoring the strain to your thighs as you chased your release. Larissa was right behind you, she could feel herself getting worked up as her breathing labored. Beads of sweat formed along your hairline as your hand dipped between your thighs. Your fingers played with your clit, and that truly sent Larissa over the edge. Her eyes fixated on the way her lengthy cock sunk in and out of you while your fingers toyed with your clit.

"Fuck– I'm close too, don't stop!"

Your moans only grew louder as Larissa's nails dug into your sensitive skin. Your movements became desperate, mouth becoming dry as it didn't dare to close to allow for Larissa to hear every moan.

Your pussy clenching around Larissa's cock as you came had her own moans grow louder. Eyebrows knitted together, and legs shook violently as your orgasm ripped roughly through you.

"Oh shit! I-I'm gonna come!" Larissa quickly became aware of the fact that she had no protection, and the look of panic on her face didn't last long as your next words sent her straight over the edge.

"Come inside me," you said as you did your best not to still your shaking body from your orgasm.

"Fuck.." she groaned.

"Please," you whimpered as your movements slightly slowed. "Fill me. Fill every inch of me with your come!"

Larissa's breathing labored as she immediately held onto you tightly, head falling deeper into the plush pillow, her cock twitching before shooting her load inside you.

"Yesss, just like that!" you egged her on.

You rose and fell along her cock as she came inside you, white droplets coating the length of her dick that she couldn't help but gaze at.

It was a pure sight to see from her angle. Your body being completely overloaded with her come that when you slowly lifted yourself from her, your pussy dripping of her come.

Your inner thigh was covered with your juices along with her come, and Larissa's eyes darkened when your fingers dipped between your legs before sliding into your mouth.

"Mmm," you hummed in approval as you sucked on your come covered digits. "Sooo good..." you admitted before leaning forward once more, and giving Larissa a needy kiss.

Your tongue dipped into her mouth, and Larissa couldn't help but copy the same hum you just made as she tasted not only you, but herself as well.

"Do that again," you whispered against her lips, Larissa instantly flipping the two of you over to allow her to be on top.

She had a fire in her eyes as she pinned you to the duvet, stray hairs falling past her face as she closely hovered over you.

'Gladly' was her only response as she wrapped your legs around her and lined herself back up with your entrance, ready to give you exactly what you wanted.

Chapter 27: Oiled Up - Alcina Dimitrescu

Summary:

Translations:
*draga mea: my darling
*îngeraș: angel
*zeița mea: my goddess
*eşti frumoasă: you are beautiful
*dragoste: love

"Mmm, I love how good you are with your hands, draga mea," Alcina admitted as you kneaded at her meaty thigh.

'My dear', you couldn't help the deep shade of blush that snuck onto your cheeks at her words. She knew exactly how to get you flustered. You had been her personal maid for weeks now, and she could read you like the back of her hand. It was just too easy. You were the only maid whose eyes not once glanced in her direction as she changed at her vanity, blushed each and every time she called you a term of endearment, and treated her body like she was a national treasure each time you gave the woman her weekly massages.

And to you she was exactly that. A treasure. The kind of treasure that deserved to be treated with the best care possible.

"Only the best for you, my lady," you gave the woman a small smile.

"Alcina," she corrected you. "You're the only one who's seen me naked, the least you could do is call me by my first name." She smirked to herself when noticed your blush grow deeper.

"I–" Words were unable to form as your focus from your task wavered. Had you truly been the only one to see her bare form? With the way she was so carefree about undressing in front of you, there was no possible way you could be the only one. But the truth is, you were.

She trusted you. Trusted you with caring for her. Trusted you with treating her the way she had always yearned to be treated. Other maids were scared of her, but you, you never feared her. You adored her. Everything about her was perfect to you, and she could see that admiration in your eyes each and every time you glanced her way.

"You seem surprised..." she noted the shocked look on your face with curiosity.

"No!" you immediately caught onto the subtle change of tone. "You–you're just so...beautiful, and I just thought–"

"Beautiful.." she chuckled to herself. "I wondered when you would admit your attraction to me. That was easier than I thought."

"What?" you returned your gaze back to her, hands still kneading at her soft milky skin.

"Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? And the way you touch me?"

"I'm so sorry if I've made you uncomfortable–" you went to remove your hands but Alcina was quick to grab at your wrist to keep you from moving.

"I find it quite adorable actually. The way you try not to look at or touch my breasts, and avoid making any contact between my legs when you give me my massages. Here I am lying here naked, giving you full access to my body and you go completely red the second you get near my chest or my cunt." She licked her bottom lip with a deeper smirk than before, purposely dragging your palm up her body. "I know you want to feel me. To play with me. And if you truly think I'm beautiful..prove it."

Alcina had wanted you just as much as you did her, and in this moment it all made sense. The little pet names, the smiles she would only give to you, the gentle touches she would give you here and there all finally connected. She had been giving you clear signs since day one. She wanted.. no, she needed more from you.

She let go of your wrist once your body was leaning over hers, and your hand was hovering over her right breast. Your left hand was shaky while the other one had rested along her soft stomach to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Touch me, iubi. All of me." Alcina nodded her head, reassuring you even more than she was okay with you touching more of her than you ever have before.You hand finally falling to her chest, gently gliding across her firm chest, fingers lightly grazing over her hardened nipple that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like that, draga." She cooed.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip when you pinched her nipple and heard a quiet blissful moan from Alcina. Her little noises and praising words helped relax you, making you more comfortable with your actions.

"You're so beautiful, Alcina." You admitted, crawling higher up her body to be face to face with the woman.

The corners of her lips turned upright at your sweet words, easily telling that by the look on your face, you were telling the truth.

"You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen," your fingers trailed along her faint smile lines, "you say you need to look more youthful, but I say you're already perfect in every way...and I do plan on proving it to you, if you'll let me."

Although she had already told you that she wanted you, you still needed to hear her say it again, wanting her to be sure of what she was doing before you started, knowing you were going to get lost in the moment.

"Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want to me, draga mea. I am yours. All yours." Her manicured fingers grabbed at your jaw, pulling you impossibly close so her lips could engulf yours in a fiery kiss.

Her lips were full and soft to the touch, and they were exactly how you imagined they would be. Your hands freely played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds to elicit more explicit noises from the woman beneath you. You massaged her breasts as you played with her, not straying from your previous task.

Your lips left hers after your body begged for air, but refused to leave her body as you gave her nose the sweetest of kisses that scrunched ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Tell me every thought that is going through that pretty head, draga." She stated as she grew curious after the little pecks you gave to her smile lines.

"You have the most beautiful face I have ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes gleam when the light shines on them at just the right angle. Your nose that scrunches every so often. Those smile lines that form when your lips turn upright. You're truly remarkable, Alcina. And that's not all..."

The woman's heart fluttered in her chest at your words. She loathed the aging lines that formed along her face, but your words had her rethinking everything.

"This neck... oh how I've been wanting to leave my mark on it." You mewled, sucking prominently along her pulse point that had the woman sigh in contentment.

She was going to listen to every word that spewed from your mouth. Truly listen to every word, every detail, every syllable that you decided to share with her, knowing you meant every bit of it.

"This chest. Words can't even describe how badly I've been wanting to touch it. To kiss it. To cherish it." You placed kiss after kiss along her large breasts. "The roundness, the fullness, the way they sit perfectly on your chest, with and without support. You're truly a work of art." You admitted, before pulling a pink nipple between your lips.

Alcina's fingers roamed your luscious locks, sweetly combing the hair away from your face so she could keep seeing you and the loving look you held in your eyes. Your oiled covered fingers slid down her elongated torso, leaving Alcina squirming beneath you once you reached the faintly ticklish spot just above her hips.

After kissing your way across her chest, instead of swirling your tongue around her other nipple, you decided to focus on the widespread veins that were prominently shown around her racing heart while your hands kneaded at her outer thighs.

"Your heart.. The same heart you say is the home of a monster, but I think otherwise. This is the heart that saved me. The heart that gave me a home. The same heart that is beating in sync with my own as I kiss along every possible inch of you. You're a Goddess, Alcina... Zeița mea."

You placed numerous kisses down her torso, past her navel, and across her hip bones that protrude ever so faintly from her body. "These hips.. I've admired their shape. The perfect curvature of your body is truly remarkable. I can't help but bask in your beauty." You nipped at her flesh, forcing an audible moan past Alcina's crimson colored lips.

Deft fingers fell to her inner thighs, spreading her wide-open for you to nuzzle between her legs. "Don't even get me started on your thighs, 'Cina. All I've ever thought about was how much I've longed to be between them. For them to squeeze around me as I pleasure you with my tongue." You licked a small trail up her thick thigh towards her glistening center.

"Keep going, draga." Alcina encouraged you with a soft smile and an eager tug to your now messy locks.

"Eşti frumoasă" You whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Your hot breath in contrast to her cold, wet cunt had her bite down on her bottom lip as she shivered in anticipation.

Your eyes glanced up as you flattened your tongue along her folds, Alcina's face was barely noticeable behind her large breasts. Eyes darted to her hardened nipples, and you couldn't help the moan that fell past your lips at not only the view in front of you, but the first tangy taste of her along your tongue.

Alcina was quiet, and you worried you weren't pleasing her, but the hand behind your head pushing you harder against her aching cunt was more than enough to reassure you.

You held a firm grip to her thighs, keeping her legs spread as your tongue swirled around Alcina's swollen, sensitive clit.

"You taste so fucking good," you moaned.

You took your time with her, alternating between flicking and sucking her throbbing clit until you found the movements that forced an audible moan from her.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you built her up, keeping your focus entirely on her clit. Lewd noises filled the room as you ate her out, occasionally slurping her cunt.

Alcina was panting, feeling herself falling closer and closer to the edge. Her heart was racing, the same heart she had told you from the start that beated for nobody. But here it was, running wild all for you.

"Draga mea, don't stop— please don't stop..."

The sound of her begging, something the woman never did, had you rubbing your thighs together. You had her right where you wanted her.

Her walls were crumbling down to the point where she could let herself go. Her usual stoic and confident demeaned going down the drain, and instead being replaced with vulnerability and neediness.

"I'm so close," she breathed out. "I'm going to come, draga! Don't stop, don't stop..." Her thighs threatened to close around you, and you let them. Meaty thighs wrapped around your head, keeping you tightly between her legs. Your air was restricted, but you didn't let that stop you. Your pace was rapid, rough, and Alcina couldn't help the expletives that flew from her mouth.

"Let go, zeița mea. Come for me." Your tongue swirled tightly around her clit, ensuring to put pressure on her sensitive bud to completely unravel her.

Her long back arched from the bed, large veiny breasts lifting high in the air as Alcina came with a loud sinful, toe curling moan. You kept with your movements as you could feel your own wetness drip down your thighs, allowing Alcina to feel euphoric for as long as possible.

You sucked and slurped at her tangy cunt, licking up every last drop of her orgasm. Her thighs shook as they let go of your head, allowing you more access to air. "Okay, okay, dragoste." She whimpered, pulling you gently up by your hair. You licked your lips with a pleased hum, and Alcina couldn't stop herself from pulling you straight up to her to engulf you in a needy kiss.

She let out her own pleased moan as she tasted herself along your tongue while her lipstick smudged and colored your own lips in a deep crimson.

"Well, did I prove it, zeița mea?" you smiled against her lips.

Alcina couldn't help but chuckle at your words, and she knew she had to admit her first defeat.

You cupped her flushed cheeks while bright golden eyes gazed at you longingly. You squeezed her cheeks ever so slightly as you gave the tip of her nose a gentle peck, forcing her skin to scrunch at the contact.

"Eşti frumoasă, Alcina.. The most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on, I will say it again and again, and prove it to you as many times as I have to until you believe it yourself." You admitted with a kind smile. "Zeița mea, my Alcina, I will worship you until the end of time."

Chapter 28: Watch Me - Wanda Maximoff

"You're so wet, sweet girl. Is that all for me?" Your lover cooed, fingers circling sweetly around her throbbing clit.

"Y-yess, it's all for you.. Only for you, my love." You let out a soft moan as you played with your own pussy.

You were leaning against the headboard, legs spread wide open for Wanda to see every inch of your soaking cunt while she sat opposite of you, in the exact same position, doing the exact same thing. She tossed her long ginger hair behind her back, giving you the fullest view of her naked body.

Her fingers were covered in slick from her arousal, swirling endlessly around her aching clit. You were almost mirroring her movements, except you were playing with your tits at the same time. Fingers squeezed at your erect nipples, twisting and pulling to elicit even more sinful moans from yourself.

"Fuck, you look so hot right now," she admitted with a small moan.

"Mmm, so do you..." you moaned out.

Her eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way two of your fingers slid past your entrance with ease, due to the slickness between your legs. The lewd sounds coming from your pussy, and the high -pitched moans following after had her stomach tighten in a familiar knot.

She picked up the pace with her own digits, circling her clit rapidly while adding just enough occasional pressure that left her a shaking mess.

"F-fuck, Wanda I'm gonna come!"

"Don't you dare come yet," her voice was deep and full of lust.

Wanda was ensuring to savor this moment, both of you fucking yourselves in front of the other was something she had always dreamed of doing with you, and now that she had it, she didn't want it to end so soon.

Her fingers were rapid, and it took everything in her to ignore the strain to her forearm, but the pleasure coursing throughout her body was a good distraction.

A single tear fell down your cheek, your body wanting to release so badly that you choked out a whine. You knew if you slowed your movements, or halted them temporarily, Wanda wouldn't let you come at all, but you were sure to listen to her.

You always listened to her, and that was something she loved dearly. Her sweet girl always did what she was told. Always did what she was supposed to do, and it was a quality Wanda had admired from the beginning.

Your eyes left her cunt to focus on her chest, watching intently as her tits slightly shook from her quick movements. It was a pure sight to see that had you wanting nothing more than to suck her pink nipples that were so erect, almost begging to be touched.

"Wanda, I can't— I can't hold it in! Please let me come! Please! I've been such a good girl, your good girl. I need to come!"

The redhead pondered for a moment, almost wanting to make you wait, but your pleas and look of desperation had convinced her. She knew how badly you needed it. Almost as badly as she wanted to see it. To see you come undone before her. All from watching her fuck herself in front of you.

"Okay sweet girl, come for me." she cooed, dark eyes trained onto you.

"Mmph...T-thank you!" you happened to choke out as your vision went blurry. Walls clenched, and come coated your fingers as you carelessly pumped them in and out.

Just the sight of you finally breaking down in front of her, had her own orgasm rushing at her. The sounds of your moans blending perfectly with hers in harmony, the lewd noises coming from your wet core, and the sight of your dripping cunt had the redhead shaking in pleasure.

Her head lulled back as she came with a loud groan. Her breathing hitched as her legs shook violently, her orgasm hitting her like a truck.

This was everything she had ever dreamed of, ever imagined doing, and all of her fantasies were coming true. Having you touch yourself in front of her as she did the same, had her come harder than she ever had before.

"Fuck! That was so hot, pretty girl."

"We're gonna have to do that again," Your breath shook as you let out a small laugh, body leaning heavily against the headboard behind you.

Wanda let out a hum of approval as she slid her slender fingers into her mouth, tasting herself along her tongue as she swirled it around her digits.

You let out a small whimper as you slid your own hand from between your legs, Wanda's eyes focusing tenderly on the fingers that slid into your own mouth.

The two of you sucked your own release off before Wanda crawled her way over to you, smashing her puffy lips against yours in a needy kiss. She wanted the sweet and tangy mix of your releases, and she hummed in approval once she got it.

Your arms wrapped around her smooth waist as her tongue quickly dominated your own, but you couldn't help but notice the subtle buck of her hips as she got carried away.

"Again..." she whispered against your lips.

"Please," she begged you.

You couldn't help but smile during the kiss at the neediness of your girlfriend. Once she started, it was always a while before she had enough, but it's not like you wanted her to stop to begin with.

You could always go for hours with her, and that made Wanda glad that you both shared the same endurance as she could never get enough of you.

Chapter 29: Listen Closely - Emily Prentiss

It took everything in you to hide your moans of pleasure, but your fingers curling against your sensitive walls had the sinful noise come out without warning. The ravenette on the other end of your phone call lifted a high brow.

"Oh? Does my sweet girl miss me that much?" she teased, leaning back in her chair with a tight smirk.

Emily had been away at work with the group while you stayed back to help Garcia, but the long cold nights without your lover were starting to get to you.

You missed her.

Her smile.

Her eyes.

But most importantly...

Her touch.

She always kept you warm, cozy, and fuzzy whenever she laid a finger on you. Just the simplest touch from the woman had your knees go weak and your heart beat faster. Her presence alone could knock you off your feet.

It was something you missed the most. Having her close to you. Making you feel good. Ensuring her little princess was taken care of.

"Miss you, s-so much—" you confessed, head falling deeper into the pillow as the woman on the phone next to you let out a small laugh.

"Always so needy, even when I'm not around."

"Yess... so needy.." you bit your bottom lip to hold back a whimper.

"Don't hide those pretty little sounds from me, sweet girl. Let me hear you."

You let out another breathy moan that had Emily rubbing her own thighs together at the sound of you pleasuring yourself on the other end of the call.

"That's my good girl. Don't be shy."

She was glad to be alone in the room, as she could feel a blush creeping across her porcelain features. She almost had to share her office space, but was now glad Garcia stayed back so she could slide her cold hand down her stomach and into her pants.

"I- I miss you so much— fuck I wish you were here," you softly moaned out just loud enough for her to hear.

"I love it when you say 'fuck', it's so hot."

"Fuck..." you whimpered.

Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head at your words, as her own digits slid under her panties and circled her sensitive clit.

"Such a naughty little thing..."

Your fingers were roughly thrusting, each movement eliciting a higher pitched moan from you, and the ravenette could tell you were getting close.

Your free hand played with your tit, exploring and kneading at every curve before swiping your thumb over your hardened nipple. You brought the bud between your fingers, twisting and pulling to elicit more than just a few simple moans.

"Just like that. You're doing so good for me.."

Emily drew her fingers across her folds, her slick arousal coating them before she brought them back to her most sensitive spot, circling the bud in tight, meticulous circles.

You wouldn't have known what the woman was doing until you heard a gasp-like moan on the other end of the line that pulled your attention away from yourself.

"E-Em? Are you—"

"Mmm— don't stop my sweet girl and keep those pretty little sounds going. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm!" You nodded your head as if the woman could see, but the lewd moans entering her ear let her know you wouldn't go silent on her.

You could feel your legs tense, her words of encouragement sending you over the edge. Your heart was beating rapidly, back arching off the duvet, and fingers grabbing roughly at your breast.

"I-I'm gonna—" You cut yourself off with the most pornographic moan Emily had ever heard from you.

"You're doing so good for me, princess. Go on and come, I know how much you need it. Let me hear everything."

Her own legs grew tense, the feeling of her getting closer and closer to her own release was becoming too much for her to handle.

"Oh— Em! F-Fuck..."

Your walls clenched around your curled fingers, making it harder to keep your movements going but you pushed through, wanting to savor your orgasm and allow as many moans, groans, and whines to escape for the ravenette to listen to.

"Such a good girl..."

Emily let out a satisfied sigh as her hips involuntarily bucked against her fingers as she allowed herself to come along with you. Her lace panties being ruined by not only her arousal from before, but her come that now dropped from her cunt.

"So so good for me," she quietly whimpered.

Your breathing labored, pure bliss filling your entire body as you immediately shoved your come coated fingers into your mouth.

Emily knew by the satisfied hum and the slightly wet noises on the other end of the phone that you were tasting yourself and she couldn't stop herself from doing the same. Her own fingers slid down to her hole, collecting her own release before copying your actions.

"I wish you were here to see the mess I made," you teased the woman when you finally were able to catch your breath.

You heard a barely audible chuckle that had you biting your bottom lip with a smile before her voice came through right after.

"We'll just have to make another mess when I get home, Princess." She smirked widely after hearing a needy whimper come from you at her promising words. "Now be mommy's good girl and keep your hands to yourself until I get back."

Chapter 30: Happy Halloween - Melissa Schemmenti

Your body instantly melted at the touch of the redhead gliding her manicured hands down your stomach to remove the last piece of garment covering your body.

It didn't take long for the two of you to get undressed and in bed after leaving your coworkers Halloween party, as neither of you could keep your hands off each other the entire night.

After Melissa stripped you naked, and you her, you noticed a newfound confidence spring to life in your chest thanks to the few drinks you had in you. The redhead gasped when you flipped the two of you over, your unexpected action surprising her.

You had attempted to top her before, but the woman was truly more dominant while you were submissive, always instantly becoming putty in her hands whenever she touched you.

Normally she would flip you back over, but she didn't have it in her to fight it, as she had been fighting the temptation to fuck you during the party all night long.

"You look so hot sitting on top of me like this, sweet girl, but you know what would be hotter?"

"Hmm?" you mumbled into her neck that you began to leave marks on.

"If you sat on my face."

The redhead let out a low moan at your teeth digging into her neck, ensuring to leave a dark mark she wouldn't be able to cover, and lip gloss residue she'd have to clean.

Her fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling your strands just hard enough to pull your face back up to hers. The green in her eyes was barely visible due to her eyes dilating from lust, while her red lips were curved into a devilish smirk.

"Well?" she asked with a subtle tilt of her head. "Let me get a taste of my sweet girl."

"Only if I get to taste you too."

Melissa arched a brow at your response, your newfound confidence turning her on even more than she already was. She liked seeing this different side of you. The side that dared to challenge her dominance.

"Then you best come up here and turn around so we can both get a taste of each other," she pulled your face to meet hers, dark crimson lips smashing against your smudged lip gloss coated ones.

You sighed contently into the kiss, but let out a quiet moan when Melissa used her free hand to smack your ass, as she grew too impatient to wait any longer to get a taste of you on her tongue.

"Don't keep me waiting, Princess. Get up here."

You smiled into the kiss at her eagerness, finding it amusing how she never had any control over her neediness for you.

"It would be my pleasure, my beautiful scarlet witch." You gave her one last kiss before sliding the red hair accessory out of her hair and tossing it aside before repositioning yourself to hover your dripping wet center over the redheads face.

Melissa wasted no time in grabbing your thighs, digging her digits into your flesh to keep you heavily pressed against her face. Her tongue slid across your folds, humming at the tangy taste of you before attaching her mouth to your puffy clit.

"That feels so good, Mel!" you sighed contently as you leaned yourself forward to give some attention to the woman laying beneath you, legs already spread wide open, awaited for your arrival between them.

"Mmm, and you taste so good.." The vibrations of her words against your clit had your hips thrusting down, forcing Melissa to tighten the grip she held on your thighs to keep you from smothering her.

Your own digits slid down her stomach to her pink pussy, slowly gliding your finger around to gather her wetness. You pulled your finger away to sneak it in your mouth, your mouth watering at your first taste of her.

She kept her focus solely on your clit as you returned a single finger to her cunt, gathering more wetness around the digit before sliding it past her hole.

"You're so tight tonight, Mel.." you stated, feeling her walls clench around your middle finger. "We are going to have to fix that."

"Mhm—" the redhead was unable to form words, her mouth being preoccupied with your pussy as she took her time with you. She knew your body well. Pleasuring you was like second nature to her. She knew all the things that made you moan, beg, quiver, and scream.

You attempted to drown out your moans by attaching your lips to her inner thigh, sucking and nibbling at the smooth and tanned flesh. Before slowly making a trail of love bites leading towards her pussy.

"Just relax," your hot breath against we wet center created goosebumps along her skin.

Your finger didn't keep a slow pace for long, wanting to increase the pleasure you were giving her while her mouth did wonders on you. Once you knew she relaxed a bit, you inserted a second finger, eliciting a lewd moan from the redhead, whose vibrations on your clit had you let out a small whine of your own in response.

Your thighs pressed against her ears, hips slowly being let go of to allow you to ride her face as she ate you out. Her skilled tongue took turns swirling around your clit and fucking your tight hole as you have her a generous amount of time between rocking your hips to do both.

"Fuck— just like that, Mel- don't stop!"

You felt a familiar feeling in your abdomen, and did your best to ignore the ache you had to come, but the tongue that flicked and slid across your sex was too hard to ignore.

"M-more! I n-need more, please-" she begged.

And that was exactly what you gave her.

More.

Your fingers curled deliciously inside her, hitting her sensitive g-spot that forced multiple moans and expletives to fall from Melissa's smudged lips.

But to her surprise, you added your mouth to the mix, completely putting the older woman into a blissful state.

"So- so close!" Mel had put more suction onto your clit, sending your sensations completely over the edge, forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

You came without a loud moan, your come dripping out of your center and into Melissa's mouth. The woman lapped up your juices, using her fingers to spread your folds, allowing her access to even more of you.

Your heart-rate was through the roof, beating faster than it ever had before thanks to the woman giving you a mind blowing orgasm, and your body working overtime to pleasure her beneath you.

"Shit! Faster— go faster, Y/n!"

You didn't dare refuse the redhead of what she needed, slamming your fingers into her tight cunt while also leaving room for your mouth to attach to her sensitive clit.

She bit her puffy bottom lip, forcing her legs to stay open as her fingers slowly ran up and down your pussy, keeping you just barely stimulated while you finished her off.

"Oh god, Y/n.. fuck— I'm gonna—"

The redheads words were cut off with a loud drawn-out moan. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers, making it harder for you to move, but you refused to stop, knowing she was on the brink of her orgasm.

You felt her juices drip from your fingers and her back arch below you, the two most telltale signs that she was close. Dangerously close.

"Come for me, Mel..."

Lewd noises came from the redhead, both swear words and moans being mixed together like a song. Warm liquid spewed down your hand and onto the bedsheets below you as she squirted around the multiple digits fucking her.

"F-Fuck, Y/n!" Her breathing labored as her thick thighs shook relentlessly as her powerful orgasm ripped through her and soaked the bed.

You peppered kisses to the top of her thigh, helping her through her orgasm, your fingers slowly withdrew from her but continued to rub circles around her clit to allow her to feel blissed out for as long as possible.

Once you knew she had calmed down, you moved yourself to sit up behind Melissa's head to put your fingers into your mouth to suck the liquid your girlfriend coated them in. Her emerald eyes shined as they looked up at you in a haze while she motioned with her pointer finger for you to come to her.

"C'mere, sweet thing."

Once you leaned in closer, her hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you down to latch her lips with yours in an upside down kiss. She let out a contented sigh at the taste of herself on your lips.

"Why don't I run us a bath to clean us up, hmm?" You asked the older woman once you broke from the kiss for air.

"Sounds good.. I'll put the sheets in the wash since we made quite the mess." The redhead chuckled as she wiped the smudged lip gloss from around your lips with her thumb.

"We? Who's we?" You raised a teasing brow before shuffling off the bed, but earning a sharp smack to your ass on your way off that had you gasp.

"You better watch that mouth, pretty girl or you'll be the next one to make a mess and clean it up."

"Is that a promise?" You teased her again with a smug look over your shoulder as you continued your way to the bathroom just a few feet away.

"A big one." Melissa spoke to herself and rolled her eyes playfully once you faded from view, but held a deep smirk on her face that you didn't see because she wasn't about to let your teasing slide.

Chapter 31: Throne - Hela

"Kneel before your Queen," Her low lustrous voice purred in your ear.

Knees were met with the cold floor of the empty throne room without hesitation. The tall raven haired woman stared down at you with a proud smirk.

"Look at you so eagerly falling to your knees like a needy little slut."

The woman circled slowly behind you, like a lion stalking its prey. But this lion was different. This lion had a strap-on attached to its waist.

Hela knew how much you loved it when she fucked you with it. She knew the pleasure you got from it, as the loud moans falling past your lips constantly play on repeat in her head.

And it even helped that she could feel the pleasure herself. Each time she bottomed you out, the dildo would put pressure on her clit and it was the most sensational feeling.

You gulped when the ravenette stopped in front of you, her long thick cock only mere inches from your face. A long manicured finger landed under your chin, tilting your head up so the woman could lock her eyes with yours.

"Suck me off."

You licked your lips with a subtle nod to your head, not daring to waste a single second or keep the woman standing dominantly in front of you waiting.

"Anything for you, my queen."

Her wicked smirk only deepened at not only the words that came from you, but the way you so eagerly wrapped your lips around her cock without an ounce of hesitation.

Her dark manicured fingers dipped through your luscious locks, and curled to get a firm grip against your scalp. The quiet moan that was muffled by the nearly full cock in your mouth only urged her to push your head forward.

Tears threatened to fall, burning your eyes with their saltiness and blurring your gaze as Hela held you still against her.

"Such a good little whore, taking all of my cock in your mouth so happily for me.." she cooed. "I'm so proud of you."

You held yourself together, pushing yourself to not gag with how deep the woman had you suck, but she knew when to let up when your breathing grew heavy. You knew to breathe through your nose and relax your throat but that wasn't always enough.

Slobber coated her length as she allowed you to finally take her out of your mouth, but only momentarily before she brought you back in. The hands wrapped in your hair guided your head, much slower this time so her eyes can watch more clearly as she looked down at you with fire in her eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this.. watching you take me like the filthy slut that you are. You like this, don't you?"

Your 'mhm' was muffled, and Hela stood proud as she watched you suck her off, but the next look that you gave her... the one where you gaze up at her with doe-eyes, a mix of both lust and innocence had her grunting and pulling your hair.

That same look you gave her when you two first met, the same look that you knew drove her crazy and mad with desperation to fuck it off of you.

"Is this what you want?" She asked, forcing you to turn away from her with her strong grip, "To be treated like my own personal fucktoy?"

"Yes.." you let out a small whine when coldness suddenly hit your chest as Hela bent you over her newly claimed throne. "I'm yours, my queen. All yours. Use me. Fuck me. Destroy me."

The ravenette pushed you roughly down, smirking to herself as she admired your bent over figure. Nails dragged down your spine, causing your back to slightly arch and your ass to lift higher in the air.

"Such a naughty little thing," she admitted with a sharp smack to your ass. "If only people knew how much of a whore you really were. Always so eager to submit to me. So eager to let me fuck you senseless. Isn't that right?"

You couldn't help but mumble under your breath as the tip of her cock slid between your legs, gathering your slick at a teasingly slow rate. She held you still with one hand to your waist while the other held your head down, the coldness that only your chest felt had now appeared on your cheek.

"Don't get all quiet on me now, pet. I want to hear everything that comes out of that pretty little mouth while I fuck you."

A loud cry reverberated off the barely decorated walls of the grand throne room when the queen slammed her hips forward, completely bottoming you out in a matter of seconds.

Your walls fluttered around her length, the feeling of your walls stretching for her was almost more than you could handle. She was bigger this time, longer, and she gave you little time to get used to it.

"Jesus— fuck!" Her hips drew back for a mere second, only to forcefully make their way forward, skin slapping against skin roughly as she pounded into you.

Her eyes were trained on the strap between her legs, watching with her bottom lip between her teeth as her cock disappeared fully into your cunt, only to come back out full of your slick.

Hela grunted expletive after expletive with her deeply rich voice, admiring the way her cock fully disappeared inside of you. Whimpers matched her relentless thrusts.

"You look so divine like this, darling. Bent over my throne, and taking my cock so well like a good little slut."

Hela couldn't help but get off at the sinful moan that escaped your lips as her nails dug into your scalp to grab a handful of hair and tug at it to lift your head from the cold seat. You could just barely see your reflection in the throne as you looked straight ahead of you.

Eyes heavily hooded, hair pulled back in a tangled mess, and Hela behind you with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her chest heaving.

"Enjoying the show?" You caught her smirk before her hand gave the cheek of your ass a sharp smack.

Hela was clearly enjoying herself. She was in her own version of heaven. If she could do this every day, and lord did she want to, she would.

"Mhm," you leisurely moaned. Although you attempted to nod your head, you were unsuccessful with the strong grip Hela had onto you. "S-so...close.."

"Come for me, slut." A sharp spank to your ass jolted you forward. Hela herself could feel her own release about to snap as the wet sounds from your cunt and your moans playing like music in her ears was almost more than enough for her.

Breathy moans fell past your lips and stars filled your eyes as you came with shaky legs. The queen fucking you kept up her rough motions as you cried out from your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out as long as you possibly could.

Warmth flooded your insides as her strap filled your cunt with her own come. Hela couldn't help but gaze down at the mess in front of her and the way your pussy couldn't hold her come that now dripped down your inner thighs.

"Now that just won't do, princess." The queen tutted, before slowly pulling out of your used hole. You shuddered as she pulled away from you, suddenly missing her closeness.

Hela swiftly discarded her strap, not caring where it was tossed as she was too focused on you and your dripping hole. Your legs were still shaking as she sank to her knees behind you.

Cold fingers dragged up your thigh, leaving bits of goosebumps in their wake to litter your smooth skin. "Such a pretty little pussy," she cooed, before collecting your release and shoving a finger in her mouth.

You heard a faint sucking sound from behind you and dared to look, only to be met with Hela licking ravenously on her slender finger like it was the most delectable taste that she's ever come across.

"So sweet too.." She caught a glimpse of your reddened cheeks and the beads of sweat along your forehead and smirked to herself. "And all for me," she hummed.

"All for you, my love." You lazily smiled at her.

It was always a joy to see you like this. That just-fucked look on your face with your hooded eyelids and cheeks the deepest crimson she's ever seen always had her aching for more. But, today she had some self restraint.

At least for now.

Chapter 32: Use Me - Addison Montgomery

"What's your safe word?" You were asked by the older woman straddling your hips.

"Pineapple," you shakily responded, slightly squirming your body in anticipation.

"Good. Remember that. Now bend over mommy's lap." She patted her tanned and toned thighs.

You bowed your head in submission before hurling yourself over the redheads lap with your ass lifted ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You're my little plaything tonight. My little stress reliever. You're going to be my own personal fucktoy until I feel better." Her cold hand found the cheek of your ass, and it took everything in you to deny the shiver that attempted to take over your body.

A hiss escaped your throat when the spanking first started, the sharp sting hitting you every few seconds that was followed by a small soothing rub to ease a bit of the tension.

Addison let out a loud sigh, allowing herself to let all of her stress out on you. Not that you cared, you would do anything for her. Anything for the woman who stole your heart.

You took spank after spank, allowing your body to be in complete submission to the older woman. You knew how much she needed this today. How stressed she was all day at work with little to no time to let herself relax.

That was, until the two of you got home and you told her to take her stress out on you. After all, you would rather it be on you and your body over her sharp words cutting into the brand new interns.

"You can be rougher with me, mommy." You whispered out to her with a small wiggle of your ass that had the redhead squeeze it tighter.

Even though you had a safe word, Addison still made sure to not get too carried away. After all, this wasn't just for her.. she still wanted to make sure it felt good for you. And it definitely did.

"Is that so?" She raised a brow that you couldn't see. "Is my sweet girl ready for me to let it all out on this pretty little body?"

"Yes, mommy. Please.." you tried to urge the woman on, "Use me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours.. all yours."

Fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling you up from her lap so you could face her. She admired the way your cheeks were already covered in a blush and she had barely even started with you.

"Then be my good little girl and lay down on the bed. Mommy knows exactly what she's going to do with you." She scrunched her nose with a sadistic smile and gave you a wink before letting you go, watching admirably as you scrambled onto the bed without hesitation.

Your head fell against the plush pillow while your eyes followed the fiery locks of your lover as she made her way to the walk-in closet. The dimly lit room was where the redhead left her special toys.

Toys she loved to use on you. Only you.

And the specific toy she brought out tonight was new. She figured now would be the best time to try it out and test your limits.

Your eyes widened when you realized what she had brought out with her. A spreader bar. A bar that would not only help hold your legs open, but to also keep them from closing. Something you often did when the woman made you come.

"That's right, mommy's got a brand new toy." She ran a hand down the long metal rod in a seductive manner before stopping at the edge of the bed.

You gasped when she pulled you towards the end of the bed by your ankle. She slid one into position, locking it into place on the bar before doing the same to the other.

"Safe word?" She asked once again.

"Pineapple," you answered.

She smiled deviously before pulling on the bar to spread your legs just a notch farther apart. "That's my good girl.. always my good girl." She cooed as she slid the bar again, spreading your legs as far as she knew you could go.

The redhead licked her lips slowly as her eyes scanned the glistening mess between your legs before bringing her lips to place wet kisses in a firm line up your leg.

"So perfect.." she mumbled between kisses, wasting no more time before swirling her tongue around your aching clit.

"Yesss," you whispered out.

Your body was tense as she started, your body unfamiliar with the restricted amount of movement you could make. You were pinned. Spread out. Completely exposed to your lover who lavished your cunt with meticulous strokes.

"Mmm, Addison." Green eyes glanced up at you, completely hooded and glazed over, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips at the look.

Your fingers found her fiery locks, twisting and curling into her tight waves to keep her close to you. Her speed only increased with your movements, using her lips and tongue to play with your bundle of nerves.

"Close. So close." The redhead chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit that had your free hand clutching desperately at the soft sheets beneath you.

Addison's nails dug into your thighs, leaving crescent shaped indents into your flesh for her to enjoy looking at later.

Your head fell back, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through your body. Addison loved hearing every little sound you made, knowing she was the only one who could make those sinful noises come from you.

Once your legs shook and spasmed around her, she knew you were at your most sensitive, and took it upon herself to truly test just how much you could truly take.

"Such a good little toy you're being for mommy, letting me devour this sweet little pussy to make me feel better." She licked her bottom lip that glistened from your wetness.

"But it's not enough, I don't think mommy has had her fill yet," she smirked.

A surprised gasp escaped your throat when her hands returned to the bar and forcefully flipped you over and onto your stomach. Your body wasn't flat for long, as a moment later, your ass lifted high into the air when she bent your knees for you.

Your cheek was warm against the sheet, completely contrasting the colder air your lifted ass felt. But, chills ran through your body when a finger made contact with your upper back, tracing your spine down your body that forced your back to arch at the subtle touch.

"My gorgeous girl," the older woman cooed.

Her hand reached your ass once more, admiring the slightly crimson tint that was left from her previous spanking endeavors.

"Addison!" you whined out when a sharp slap hit the sensitive cheek of your ass.

It wasn't long before each cheek grew a shade darker as she spanked you roughly, each sharp slap burying your face deeper into the mattress and your body to jolt forward.

She was relentless with her movements, eagerly shoving two fingers into your tight cunt and forcing a hearty moan to reverberate off the walls around you.

"Oh, god!"

"You like that, babygirl?"

"Yes, mommy!" Your pussy fluttered around her slender digits that were thrusting dominantly inside of you.

She pressed her thumb against your button, rubbing your sensitive bud that had you screaming out the fiery redhead's name over and over again.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, little one, mommy didn't plan on it. I need this just as much as you do," she said.

Addison brought her lips to your ass, biting the tender skin that sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body as her teeth pinched into your skin. Your pleas for her to do it again wouldn't dare be denied by your lover as she found a fresh spot on your cheek to leave another mark that was sure to bruise later.

The curve of her fingers and her relentless pounding had you spewing the most obscene phrases as you came around her fingers. Your body quivered, Addison holding you firmly by your hip to keep you from falling over.

"That's it, babygirl. You did so good for me." She cooed as her fingers slowed, your pussy tightening around her fingers making it harder for her to continue moving. "Took my fingers like the good girl I know you are."

You whined when you suddenly felt empty, while Addison sucked her fingers clean and admired the way your ass was covered in the most prettiest shade of crimson she had ever seen.

Your legs nearly buckled when the redhead released you from the spreader bar, the soreness from the longevity of your endeavors becoming prominent as you fell against the mattress.

"Aww, you poor thing." The metal bar clanked as Addison dropped it to the floor to focus solely on you. "Would my sweet girl like a bath?" she asked, pushing your hair away from your face to examine your flushed state.

"Mhm," you mumbled quietly with tired hooded eyes and a blissed out state of mind.

Addison smiled softly in response, her demeanor completely changing from stressed to loving at your tired state. Did she really fuck you that hard? She had never imagined you would take what she gave like a champ.

Of course she worried she would take it too far to cause your safe word to be used, but the adoration on your face as she took care of you in the bath afterwards gave her the comfort she was looking for.

And to her surprise, you would let her do it again, whenever she needed a bit of stress relief and you wanted a good fucking. It was truly a win-win for both of you.

Chapter 33: The Name Game - Rosa Diaz

"Who the hell is this?"

Those were the first words you heard as the Captain introduced you to your new coworkers, who all looked at you with smiling faces. Well, except for the woman who just asked who the hell you were.

"This is Detective Y/n. New member of our team," Your boss stated, looking over at the same dark-haired woman from before who had her arms crossed over her chest. "Y/n here will be taking over the empty desk next to yours, Diaz. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," she commented with a straight face.

The Captain sighed before turning his focus back to you. "Make yourself comfortable. Ask Rosa here if you have any questions." You nodded in response as the older man walked away, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Nice to meet you!" You smiled, with a hand held out for the woman to shake, but to your dismay, she ignored it and went to her desk. You followed behind her, and dropped your purse on your new desk, but as soon as you went to open your mouth again, you were cut off.

"A few ground rules," she said. "No obnoxious noises, no smelly foods—"

"Why would I even—"

"No interrupting me," she continued. "And most importantly, no shaving at your desk."

"Why would I shave—"

"Follow these rules. No if's and's, or but's."

And that's how it was with her. It took you weeks before you decided to ignore her altogether. Her sharp words always cut your heart into a million pieces.

You didn't know why she was that way around you. Sure, she was blunt with everyone else but with you it was different. Almost cruel.

But since you grew closer to Amy, who gave you the courage to not let Rosa's words get to you, and just do what you do best. Which was your job. You only talked to Rosa if you were paired together, and 'talk' was more of an understatement. Few words were ever spoken, and the ravenette was quick to catch on to how quiet you quickly became around her.

At first, she thought nothing of it, but as time went on and your friendship with Amy blossomed, it was obvious just how outgoing you were with her and the rest of the team compared to Rosa herself.

Of course everyone else noticed the tension between you two, and for detectives, it wasn't that hard for them to figure out why. The way you would dare sneak a glance in Rosa's direction when she wasn't looking, and the way Rosa would do the exact same thing with you, except in her case, her eyes would linger.

It wasn't until the Captain had the two of you stay late one night to fill out an over abundance of paperwork, that the two of you actually spent time together, alone.

"I need your signature to wrap up this burglary file, Diaz." You say as you attempt to hand the woman your file.

"Fine," she responds before snatching the file from your grip.

You let out a small sigh as you wait, not allowing her short response to get to you. Including the fact that she didn't even look at you.

"There. Done." She slid the folder back to you before she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"What did I ever do to you?" you ask.

That question. The one question that has played over and over again in your head since that first day you walked into the precinct and met Rosa who has not once smiled in your direction or said one nice thing to you.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back, fiddling with a pen on her desk.

"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much, Diaz?" you repeat yourself.

The ravenette stayed silent, only keeping her focus on the pen spinning in her hand, in which you decided to take from her and slam on her desk. Her nose flared at your action, emotions that she had been holding inside for so long were now bubbling in her chest when you positioned yourself in front of her.

You had decided to stand between her sitting figure and her desk, not realizing you had trapped yourself all because you wanted to tear her attention away from her desk to answer your question.

Rosa scoffed, before rising from her seat and towering over you. She was close. Unimaginably close. The musky scent of her perfume completely takes over your sense of smell.

"Rosa." She peered down at you.

"What?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"The name's Rosa, for one. And two..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I don't hate you."

"Bullshit."

Your words caught Rosa by surprise. You were usually well-mannered, and the ravenette had not once heard you swear in the time you had been there, causing her to lift a surprised brow.

She liked it. She was seeing a whole new side of you and now, she wanted to see more.

"I admire you." She finally admitted, not only to you, but to herself, before placing both hands on the desk beside you, completely trapping you, and keeping you from fleeing.

"This isn't funny, Diaz..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking you up and down with a mysterious gleam.

"I don't know—" You went to look away, but a hand flew to your chin, forcing your gaze to fixate on her, and her only as she towered over you.

"Well I'm not joking." She said, "I admire you. I've admired you since you cracked your first case here. It was the fastest I think I've ever seen someone finish a case."

You could swear you saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips, but it was probably just your brain messing with you. Rosa smiling? It was unheard of around you. You had never seen her smile before. Not once. Was she... proud? There was no way.

"It was remarkable. You are remarkable... and I've been jealous. Jealous of how good you are at your job. Jealous of how quickly everyone here fell in love with you." Your lips fell open at her confession. Rosa being jealous? Of you?

Her hand slid from the wood to your hip that was leaning against the desk, to hold you still. She didn't want you fleeing, not before she got to say what she had to say to you.

"How quickly Amy fell in love with you..."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do—"

At the mention of Amy, her hand fell from your chin to your neck, that neck that fit perfectly into her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, forcing an audible moan to escape from you.

"She loves you, y/n. Do you love her?" Her eyes flicked from yours, to your parted lips, and back up to your eyes, as if challenging you.

"Don't tell me you're jealous." You toyed, all the pieces finally coming together.

"And if I am?" She asked, sliding her knee confidently between your legs that earned a sharp gasp from you.

"Then I say you have some serious making up to do...Rosa."

Her name. You had finally said her name, and it fueled her. Her name sounded beautifully coming from you. "Say it again," She licked her bottom lip.

"And if I don't?" You dared to challenge her back, to which Rosa immediately caught onto, and refused to let you dominate the situation. And she knew the perfect solution.

"Then I'll make you say it."

"How?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

You let out a shaky breath when her knee suddenly pressed against your clothed center that had your hips unintentionally buck from the contact.

"Let me show you," her words were more of an ask than a demand, and with the subtle nod of your head to allow her to keep going, Rosa planned to do exactly what she said she would.

Show you. Show you how she planned to get you to say her name again.

Rosa's lips hovered over your own, her pupils dilating as the hand around your neck slid down to the collar of your shirt before slowly picking away at the buttons. She skillfully popped each one open, revealing your smooth skin underneath with a lace bra covering your chest.

Your heart-rate wasn't the only thing that picked up. Rosa could feel your breathing grow faster, both from anxiety and excitement as she successfully removed the last button and untucked the blouse from your jeans.

"Hm, it's just too easy. Already this worked up over some light touching?" she smirked, before quickly slipping out of her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms.

"You think I'm easy, Diaz?" you toyed, a bit of confidence suddenly washing over you.

"Just look at you. You're weak. I bet I can have you screaming my name in just two minutes." She chuckled lowly before slipping a hand into the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear to play with your pussy.

"Mm, fuck you—" you failed at hiding the plethora of moans that forced themselves out of you when she circled your clit.

"Oh, princesa... that's what I'm about to do to you."

The lips that hovered over yours got impossibly closer, her hot breath fanned you, and you wanted nothing more than for her to close the thin space. But to your dismay, she only chuckles again, and brings her lips to the bottom of your chin, then your throat, then to the side of your neck where she bit and sucked on the soft spot below your ear.

"I don't like emotions," she admitted after leaving a light mark on your neck. She came face to face with you again, "I don't know how to deal with them so I acted out. Forgive me?"

You searched her eyes for any kind of untruthfulness, but didn't find any. And when you gave her a small 'yes', butterflies erupted in your stomach when her lips finally met with yours in a needy kiss.

Moans spewed from your lips and into her mouth as her fingers simultaneously put pressure against your clit and rubbed generous circles. Folders fell from her desk and onto the floor as you repositioned your hands on her desk, to keep you from falling over and breaking her computer.

"What's my name?" She whispered against your lips.

"Detective Diaz," you whined when she pinched your bundle of nerves at the wrong name.

It was hard at first not to say her first name, but you couldn't let her win that easily. You couldn't. One thing she was going to learn about you was how bratty and stubborn you were. You would never go down without a fight.

She tutted and bit your lower lip, while also allowing your hand to grip at the collar of her shirt. Your tongues tangled together, and moans grew a pitch higher as you neared your orgasm.

"No- so close! Don't stop!" You whined when her fingers suddenly left your clit. "Why'd you stop?!"

"You haven't said it, princesa. Why would I reward you?" She smirked devilishly.

"Fuck— fuck you..." She went to remove her hand fully at your words but you grabbed her wrist tightly before she could move away. "Wait! Fine. Rosa...please. Please finish what you started and I'll say your name as many times as you want me to. Just please don't stop, Rosa," you begged.

"Good girl," she cooed, and you visibly blushed at the pet name. "Ooh, you like being called that, don't you?" The second she dove back in your panties, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, as you could feel your orgasm coming back around.

"Yes, I— I love it." You let your head lull back.

"Then be a good girl and come for me. Right here. Right now."

"Rosa..." you mewled, just before words caught in your throat as you came with shaky legs. The ravenette circled your clit skillfully, allowing you to ride your pleasurable high for as long as you could.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it, princesa?" she teased as she slowed her ministrations before stopping completely.

"It wasn't, I just wanted to play with you."

"Oh you little—" you cut her off with a heated kiss, finally wrapping your arms around her leather-covered body. You enjoyed the closeness with her, it was the thing you were chasing after since the beginning.

And you couldn't wait to slowly tear down her emotionally built-up walls to see the vulnerable human being waiting for you beneath the surface.

But first, you had to take Rosa out on a date.

Chapter 34: Fencing Master - Joan Ferguson

"Ugh- Fuck!" you groaned, letting your sword fall dramatically to the ground in defeat. "This is such bullshit," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're weak," a lowered crisp voice responded, long dark locks of black and grey stray hairs falling from your fencing partner's messy braid as she took her protective helmet off to scold you. "You're not shifting your weight properly, and your arms are like noodles." She grabbed your limp arm to prove her point.

"I'm doing what you taught me!" You tore your own helmet off, letting your gaze meet the darkened eyes of the woman in front of you.

"Not good enough. You're better than this," she stated. "Let's go again." She demanded, putting her helmet back on, and gripping her fencing sabre tightly with her dark, leather gloves.

Your eyes fell to her hand after hearing her leather grip, before letting out a deep breath and fixing your own helmet back onto your head. It was hard to ignore the beads of sweat along your forehead, after all, the two of you have been at this for hours.

After the sparring began again, you were quicker on your feet, planning your movements before attacking. But Joan was quicker. More advanced. More thought-through. She knew what you were doing before you even did it. Joan knew how you worked, how your brain thought.

She quickly picked up on it, and as soon as she felt your confidence grow, letting you think you were going to win, your movements becoming almost too predictable, she lunged at you. Her movements caught you off guard and you tripped over your own foot. Joan was quick to catch your hand but wasn't quick enough and was pulled down with you, both of you falling with synchronized grunts.

"What the fuck was that?" You huffed, tearing your mask off once again and tossing it beside you, too shocked by your fall to realize Joan had fallen on top of you.

"It's sad, really. How I know your every thought. Every move. It's pathetic. I thought I trained you better than this. To lead with your body, not with your mind. Your body knows best." Her own mask flew elsewhere, gloved hands sitting just beside your head as she talked down to you.

"Maybe I just need a better teacher," you seethed, gritting your teeth and letting out a much needed sigh.

"Or maybe you just need another lesson," she sternly stated, using a hand to undo the velcro holding her top together to allow herself breathe easier.

Joan caught the glimpse you stole from her neck to her chest that were coated in small beads of sweat, and took it upon herself to test the waters even more. After all, she did know you better than you even knew yourself.

"You must learn to control your body. Control your thoughts." A gloved hand slipped to your neck, the cold, leathery feel sending a chill down your spine and your body to shiver under her touch that didn't go unnoticed. "Do you think I haven't caught onto you? Your not-so-subtle glances in my direction. That pathetic little doe-eyed look you give me when I praise you. The hunger in your eyes when I degrade you. It's quite obvious what direction your mind goes in." Her knee slid between your inner thighs, forcing a quiet moan from you. "You're liking this, aren't you, little one?"

Your breathing was shaky as you laid in awe, hyper fixating on the leathery material wrapped around your neck and the knee that pressed roughly against your core. When you didn't respond, Joan squeezed her hand on your throat tighter.

"Answer me," she demanded. Lips hovered just mere inches above your own, and the smell of her musky perfume mixed with the leathery gloves were driving you mad.

"Y-yes, Miss Ferguson," you whimpered. Innocent eyes gazed at her with longing, and a dark, seductive undertone that the older woman was craving from you.

"Joan," she said. "You may call me Joan, but only when we are like this. Around others I am still your teacher, your superior. Got it?" She lifted a brow.

"Yes, Miss— Joan," you corrected yourself.

"Good girl. Now are you ready for your next lesson?" A smirk toyed at her tight lips at how easy this all was. You were always her best student. So quick to learn, so eager to do better, so... hungry for her validation, and Joan just wanted nothing more than to feed you it.

Her best student. Her neediest student. Pinned beneath her with a flushed face. Hair sprawled beautifully out around your head. Those lips parted, inviting her in. And those eyes. Fuck... Looking up at her through those curled wispy lashes. How someone like you could be so pure yet so filthy all at the same time. How someone half her age could possibly find her attractive, but she wasn't about to complain.

"Mhm," you nodded your head. "I'm ready for you to teach me about..?" you trailed off, with puppy dog eyes, expecting her to finish your sentence for you.

"Don't be stupid." You squirmed at her words, Joan's hand leaving your neck to unzip and rid you of your protective fencing top, with the help of you lifting your body to slide it off with ease. "You know exactly what I'm going to teach you, don't you? Or do I need to stop what I'm doing and teach you a lesson about listening first?" She gave a faux pout, retracting her hands all-together.

"No- please, Joan!" You instinctively grabbed her leather covered hand, and returned it to your neck, where it had since grown cold from her missing touch. Your expected urgency to keep her going forced a small chuckle from the older woman. "Teach me about control. P-Please. Help me control my body. I need it. I need you, Joan. Please teach me." Your hips bucked with desire, needing her knee to push your button harder.

"You're pathetic, dear." She admitted with a lick to her lips that your eyes followed. "But that's a lesson for another day." Her mouth crashed into yours, leaving you breathless. Her kisses were passionate. Hungry. Demanding. Tongue completely dominating your own, completely expected on both of your ends.

One of your hands grabbed roughly at her top, pulling her unimaginable closer while the other went to her hair. More specifically, her braid. Fingers wrapped around the messy strands and pulled, earning the most subtle moan from the woman.

As much as she liked it, you weren't the one in charge. This was a lesson. And you needed to be taught. She couldn't lose control. Not now. Not today.

She grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling away from her hair but still allowing you to touch her, leaving your hand atop her own that stayed holding onto your throat. This moment was about you, not her.

After repositioning herself to a straddling position, the loss of her knee against your core cause a whimper to escape, missing her touching your needy center.

"So disappointing..." she said with a frown, allowing you both to catch some much needed air. "Can't even reposition myself to better aid your lesson without you whining like a needy little slut." Her hand strained against the leather glove on your neck, wanting to squeeze tighter but having to refrain herself in fear of pushing you too far too fast.

"I'm sorry—" you were cut off by a finger pressed to your lips. "Don't you dare apologize. You do not apologize for that. You own it. Own up to what you are. Let me hear you say it. Say what you are." Her dark eyes gazed at you expectedly, awaiting a response. The correct response.

"I-I'm a needy little slut," you let out a shaky breath, finding it hard to read your fencing master's expression after your admission. Those words, however, helped the damp patch between her legs grow even more. She could get off on those words alone.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Hmm?" She planted a rewarding kiss to your plump lips as her hand trailed down to your pants. You mumbled a 'no' as velcro was undone, zipper went down, and your hips lifted as you shimmied out of your fencing uniform entirely. All that covered you was a thinly cropped white tank top, and a pair of fitted shorts that just barely covered your ass.

Joan held back a groan at your tinier figure. She was much bigger than you. Much stronger. Much more dominating. The idea of her much thicker, longer fingers, filling you had her heart thudding rapidly in her chest with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see how many fingers you could take. And you were thrilled to find out for yourself.

"Joan..." you faintly whispered the older woman's name as her lips made their way to your neck. "Need you.. so bad..please! I've been doing so good for you. So—so good," you begged her as she left marks along your neckline, soothing her bites with a gentle tongue.

Feeling generous to your pleas, Joan allowed a single hand to roam down the center of your chest, purposely ignoring your breasts as she ran her hand lower. The ticklish spot just below your navel etched into her memory when you let out a very audible hum and your belly twitched beneath her wandering fingers.

"Will you continue to be good for me?" she asked, allowing her hand to skim beneath your waistband but stopping purposely just before reaching your center.

"God- yes, Joan! I'll be so good. Such a good girl for you, just fuck me. I'm begging you. I need you." Her mouth returned to yours, hovering just close enough to your lips.

"I don't hear a please..." she tutted, fingers just barely grazing your clit.

"Please—" words were cut short when you let out your first sinful moan at her fingers circling your precious bundle of nerves. Joan loved that noise coming from you, telling herself she would do whatever it took to keep you going.

Her leather-clad fingers worked wonders as she occasionally pressed harder against your button that forced your hips to grind against the dominating woman's hand.

"Oh, Joan! Just like that," your eyes fluttered shut but the ravenette ceased her fingers. "Keep those eyes open, my little whore. I want to see you."

Your eyes glistened as you reopened them, gaze fixating on Joan's dark, hooded eyes, all color completely gone at her dilated pupils. "That's my good girl. Such a good listener for me."

"Joan...I- I'm gonna...." Your body twitched as you felt your nearing release. The woman above you smirking before shoving two digits inside your pussy, that clenched around her.

"Not yet...Fuck, you're so tight.." she moaned at your restricted walls as she began fucking you with her fingers. The new sensation drove you wild. Her fingers were rather large, more slender, and more skilled than yours. "This little pussy belongs to me now, yes?" She asked, raising her usual eyebrow.

"Y-yes, of course!" You shook your head with a cry when her fingers dove deeper and skillfully rubbed the soft-spongy spot that had your pussy fluttering around her digits.

"Say it. I need you to say it," she pinched your hardened nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, eliciting a hearty moan from you. "Say it or you don't get to come." The pain mixed with pleasure fills you with euphoric madness.

"My pussy is yours...All yours, Joan! I p-promise it's only yours from now on..." You felt dirty at the own words coming out of your mouth but at the same time have never been more turned on.

"That's what I like to hear. You're mine now. Only I get to fuck and stretch this tight pussy of yours. Only me..." She forcefully took your lips with hers, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth before shoving her tongue in your mouth.

Your walls clenched unimaginably tighter, making it harder for Joan's fingers to fuck you but she was relentless, ensuring you would get the release you were craving.

"Come for me, woman. Let me feel you." She whispered against your lips, your loud moans being muffled by her ravenous mouth enclosing your own in a hungry kiss.

Her palm pushing against your clit was the last straw to have your body filling with immense heat as you fell over the edge. Your body shaking, breasts pushing into hers as your back arched from the ground, and fingers mindlessly digging into the back of her neck as you held her.

"Oh...oh fuck! Joan—" You cried out, wetness covered your inner thighs as you mindlessly squirted from the monstrous strokes coming from her leather coated fingers that didn't dare stop as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it, let go...Come for me.." Her husky voice caused a guttural moan to fall past your lips. She went to go suck the flesh on your neck, but your fingers pulled at her hair, forcing her mouth to lavish yours once more. Needing her mouth on yours more than ever.

"Mmmph..." Your teeth clamping down onto the dominant woman's bottom lip forced a groan from the ravenette as your pussy clamped tightly around her digits that slowly removed themselves from you.

"Congratulations..." Joan smirked, tongue darting out to lick her now swollen bottom lip, tasting a familiar metallic liquid. It slightly stung from your harsh bite as you partially punctured her, but she found herself to be proud of what you've done. "You've passed your first lesson. It's remarkable what one can do if they just... listened.."

Your tired and hooded eyes couldn't help but roll at words, knowing she was completely right, but you didn't dare to admit it to her just yet.

After all, you still wanted another lesson.

Chapter 35: Quiet Hours - Maude

Summary:

This is a Pamela Rabe character from the show, Fucking Adelaide. Definitely give it a watch!!

You peeked your head out the door from the room you were supposedly 'sleeping' in, and scanned the hallway for any movement. And thank god there was nobody there. Your bare footsteps made a few cracks in the old wooden flooring creak as you hastily made your way to the room you truly wanted to sleep in.

Part of you was gutted by the fact that you and Maude had to hide your relationship, her telling her children, who were not that much younger than you, that you were just a friend.

But you were much, much, more than that. And you knew that, but you also knew that Maude wasn't ready just yet to reveal the actual truth that the two of you have been seeing each other, as the older woman was afraid of what her offspring would think of her.

She was once married to a man, and now here she is, dating a woman. A woman who treated her like no other. Like she was a goddess. A treasure to be cherished. And that's exactly what she was to you. Someone you never wanted to let go.

Your mind raced as you failed to knock on your lover's door, letting yourself in without a moment of hesitation as to avoid being seen by wandering eyes.

"Darling, what are you doing? Shut the door!" Maude whisper yelled, her head tilting, and her eyes flicking over your shoulder to make sure nobody sees you.

You shut the door and turned the lock with a quiet 'click', Maude instantly taking in your barely covered and well more petite figure. "I missed you..." you stated truthfully, letting your bottom lip fall in a faux pout that only made the woman lightly laugh.

"Honey, it's only been an hour," she removed the covers from her body, revealing her satin gown, and gestured towards her lap with that adorable smile that you loved oh so much.

There was no hesitation to swing your leg over her body to straddle the woman, your own thin nightgown hiking up past your upper thigh. The view Maude had from her angle definitely made the older woman hold back a growl.

"Well I can't help it," you tucked a stray gray hair behind her ear as her hands fell to the curve of your hips. "I always miss seeing your beautiful face with those delicious chocolate eyes looking at me. And the way you constantly have some kind of finger on me, always keeping me close to you. Keeping me warm."

"Is that so?" She questioned, a familiar glint sparkling in her eye as her fingers slid down to your upper thigh, only to let her digits roam past the hem of your gown. "On... or in you?" Maude asked, letting a wandering hand cup your heated center.

"I think we both know the answer to that," you chuckled, wetting your lips with your tongue before capturing Maude in a tender kiss. You meant for it to be a short, sweet kiss, but Maude had just felt how wet you were. And when you went to pull away, her teeth clenched to your bottom lip, forcing you to stay.

Her tongue was welcomed into your mouth, your gasp from her fingers moving your panties to the side to glide along your folds was muffled. She gathered your slick from your entrance to your clit, slowly giving your bud some much needed attention.

"So, which one is it?" She asked between sloppy kisses. "On or in? Let me hear you say it, pretty girl." Her free hand left your hip to cup your breast, sliding her thumb across your nipple, and smiling at the fact that you weren't wearing a bra.

"In," you admitted, Maude's fingers now sliding back to toy at your entrance. "Definitely in— please—" Maude didn't even give you the chance to beg, as she sunk two digits deep into your core.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth that was now freely moaning at her ministrations, while the other held onto her shoulder for support, moving the black and gray strands behind her back to avoid pulling her hair.

As filthy as this moment is, Maude was always taken back at how sweet, and tender you were with her. You could easily be rougher with the woman, make the sex dirtier, but you always chose not to. Instead, allowing yourself to be gentle with the older woman, knowing how bad her past was with her ex.

It was actions like this that made her fall for you even harder than she thought she ever would. She never thought she'd find someone as sweet and caring as you. Who treated her with the utmost love and affection. And she relished every moment she spent with you.

You made her realize her worth.

Maude's hand left your breast, to uncover your mouth, allowing a few of your moans to escape before she took hold of your chin and brought your face back to hers. She needed your lips back on hers. Needing to be as close to you as possible.

And it didn't take long for you to clench against her digits, whining into the kiss as you came, and Maude being oh so careful to not overstimulate you.

"Mmm..." you hummed contently, leaning your forehead against hers with your eyes closed, and cupping her face ever so gently with your hands. "I love you, Maude."

"I love you too, my sweet girl. More than words can even describe." She stroked your cheek with her thumb, while also easing her digits out of you. "Now let's get you cleaned up, and you can sleep in here with me tonight, hmm?"

You leaned back, eyebrows knitted in worry, "But, what about—" A soft finger to your lips cuts you off. "I'm telling them about us in the morning." Maude said, with a sweet smile and a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"You are?" You asked, your face immediately lighting up.

"Yes," she chuckled. "I am. They deserve to know how happy you make me," Maude admitted. "Darling, this is the happiest and most loved I've ever been. I want everyone to know that it's you who is making me feel this way. I don't care what they'll think anymore, I'm doing this for me.... For us." She finished her statement with a loving kiss to the tip of your nose.

You couldn't help but melt at her words. Arms wrapping around her neck as you gazed happily into her brown eyes that looked back at you with both love and admiration.

For once in your life, you were truly happy. And you couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for not only you, but your blossoming relationship with Maude.

Chapter 36: Liquid Courage - Rosa Diaz

This was it. This was the moment. The moment that was about to change everything. Your whole life was about to change, and you were prepared for it.

You would admit that you were pretty tipsy, but your head was completely clear. You knew you wanted this. No, needed this. You craved this. You just didn't expect it to happen at a party. A party with all of your coworkers.

Your lips were dancing in complete harmony as you were tightly trapped between the door and the heated body in front of you. Rosa finally had enough of your teasing, and with a little bit of liquid courage, she finally decided it was time to take things to the next level.

Rosa finally snapped. After months of teasing words, and knowing touches, she decided it was now or never. Of course there would be a long talk afterwards, something she would normally fear, but with you it was different, and she didn't care. She knew she had fallen deeply for you, and yes it scared her, but she was not about to let someone else take what she wanted.

You.

Her mouth left yours after you both were in need of air, but it never left your body. Instead, it kissed a trail along your jawline. Hungrily.

"Rosa..." you mewled, your neck now being her main focus. "They're going to notice we're gone." You truly didn't care if they noticed, but Rosa was different. Your coworkers will go rabid if they find out about the two of you, and Rosa wasn't one to talk about her personal life. And now, you've reached a point with her where there was no turning back.

"Don't care," she mumbled into your neck that she was now leaving marks on wherever she pleased.

"What if they find out about us?"

"Let them."

"But—" You were cut off with a gasp when her teeth suddenly nipped at your earlobe.

"I'll take care of it," she reassured you. "But first let me take care of you, hmm? You think I haven't noticed how hot and bothered you've been all night?" She shifted her leg between yours, allowing her to press herself against your core.

"Was it that obvious?" You chuckled, throwing your head back against the door while she continued her work along your neck.

"Oh... it was very obvious. You squirmed and blushed like a schoolgirl with just the smallest touch from me. It's quite flattering." She pressed her lips against yours once more, this time more passionately. Your hips bucked against her thigh, the friction making you audibly moan into her mouth.

"Rosa, please..." you whined, when her hand cupped at your clothed breast and gave it a squeeze.

She left your neck after planting a few kisses to your now hickey-covered skin. "Please what, mi amor? What do you need?" She had a knowing smirk on her face as she fondled you.

Mi amor... that new nickname spilling from her lips had you dripping down your thighs.

"You know what I need...I need you," you admitted, fingers waving through her tight dark curls cascading down the back of her head.

"Where?" She teased again, her soft thumb swiping at your now smudged lipstick.

"Get on your knees and find out," you teased, the alcohol truly making you more courageous than ever.

Rosa bit her bottom lip, slowly sinking lower and lower until she was perfectly kneeled between your legs. "My, my, you're completely soaked. All this for me?" Her warm hands took hold of your panties, guiding the ruined fabric down your legs.

You looked down at Rosa, nodding your head with the most hottest 'fuck me' eyes she had ever seen before, not wasting anymore precious time before shoving her face between your thighs to lick a strip up your puffy folds.

You were too attached to her heavenly eyes to notice she had stuffed your thong in her bra to not only free up both hands, but to relish in the fact that you would have to come back to her to get them back once you realized she had taken them hostage.

Rosa savored every taste of you, lapping and sucking along your pussy like her life depended on it, meanwhile you were voiceless, inaudible as your fingers pulled at the dark coils of her hair.

She hummed when the grip you held on her hair tightened, sending a wave of vibrations straight to your core that made your head go even fuzzier than it already was.

It was the best head you've ever received, and now you were addicted. Addicted to the fingers holding your legs open, leaving crescent shaped marks from her nails. Addicted to the tongue that lavished you.

Your head fell back against the door, causing a sudden loud thud to turn people's attention towards the locked door that you were currently leaning on as you were getting eaten out.

"Fuck, Rosa!" You finally choked out, "I- I'm gonna—" You cut yourself off with a sudden moan, thighs squeezing around Rosa's head.

"Come for me," Her words were muffled, but you heard her loud and clear, holding onto her curly hair for support while the other clawed at the door behind you.

Rosa sucked your bud, her mouth finally giving attention to your most sensitive spot, sending you into a complete spiral. Your juices covered her chin, dripping down her neck, and into the valley between her breasts that were pushed up and heavily exposed from the deep v-neck dress she was wearing.

The ravenette hummed in approval, the taste of your exotic release instantly becoming her new favorite thing. Her ministrations grew softer, patiently waiting for you to come down from your high, while also cleaning you up in the process.

She knew when to back away when you muttered a few "okay's" and gently released the strong hold on her head that your thighs previously held. Rosa licked a strip up your thigh, but the two of you were quickly pulled out of your euphoric moment when a few rapid knocks to the door brought you both back to reality that you weren't alone.

Rosa's head quickly snapped up, face flushed from the sudden urgency to clean the two of you up and get out of there. "Don't move," she ordered, pulling herself up and washing herself off at the sink, before digging through drawers to find a clean washcloth for you.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," you giggled, still on a high after your climax. Rosa smiled and shook her head, damping the cloth with warm water before returning back to you.

"Who's in there? Can you hurry up, I have to pee!" More urgent knocks banged came from the other side of the door.

"One second!" Rosa yelled, as she fell back to her knees in front of you. "I know you're sensitive, but I have to clean you up, okay?" She asked sweetly, and you couldn't help but giggle at her sudden change of tone and nod your head.

"What have I gotten myself into..." she smiled as she shook her head, giving your inner thigh a gentle kiss after wiping you clean.

"Something good, I hope." You smiled back, as she stood back on her feet. "Something very good," she replied back, leaning forward as if to kiss you but pulling back when another round of knocks rang through.

She let out an exasperated sigh, while her arm wrapped around your waist to pull you away from the door so she could open it. If looks could kill, hers definitely would.

"Fucks sake, Gina. Have some goddamn patience!" She snapped, pulling you close to her to keep you steady as she walked you out of the bathroom. "They can barely walk! I had to help them out in the bathroom!"

And she wasn't technically lying, you could barely walk. But it wasn't because of the alcohol.

Chapter 37: Hot Wax - Joan Ferguson

The flickering candlelight was merely just a way to set the mood, but Joan slowly stalking her way towards you with a tall tapered candle in her hand had you practically melting at the sight.

You shiver and press your thighs together at the thought of that sweet, hot burn of the wax that you're going to feel against your skin.

"I've been dreaming of painting your body with this wax for weeks... but where do I start..?" She eyes your quivering body as she slides up the bed to straddle your hips.

"Please, mommy... I want to feel it dripping down my breasts," you begged the woman.

"Well since you asked mommy so nicely.." her voice dropped an octave as she spoke. The huskiness in her voice had you weak in the knees.

You held your breath as Joan drew the lit candle closer to your naked body. As the first drip of the hot wax fell onto your skin, you couldn't help but let out a loud whine.

"Oh my god..." Your body shivered, at the sharp pain that turned pleasurable as the seconds went by.

Joan couldn't help the smirk that toyed at her lips, eyes glazed over with lust as she tilted the candle once more. The flame was so close, that it felt as if it was burning your skin.

Your nipples tightened around the wax that slowly dripped onto you. That sweet, sharp burst of pain hitting your senses was exhilarating.

"You like this, don't you?" Joan doesn't stop there, meticulously painting your skin with the hot, melting wax.

"More...please.." you begged.

"As much as I love to hear you begging, pretty girl, I don't like to be rushed," she tutted.

Joan let the candle drip down your opposite breast, giving it the same attention as the first. She was gentle, making sure you weren't hurting from the heat, but still keeping the flame close to your body to keep you a writhing mess beneath her.

The heat was engulfing your entire body, inch by inch as she painted her picture. Once Joan was satisfied with her drawing, she quickly blew the candle out with a soft whisper, and set the candle on the nightstand.

"Mommy—" you moaned, when her fingernails scraped at the hardened edges of the once melted wax along your chest.

"You took that so well for me, baby..." she cooed.

A small gasp fell past your lips when you felt her arousal dripping down to your stomach. The ravenette was soaked. Just the mere sight of watching your pain mix perfectly with pleasure had her own core aching. But you didn't dare touch her without permission.

You licked your lips as you imagined how hot and wet she truly was for you. How her thighs would shake if you were between them. Tasting her. Devouring every in of her while she fucked you.

"Please let me taste you, mommy... let me make you feel good. I want to lick your pussy while you fuck me with your fingers."

Joan groaned at your words. You drove her crazy. Her body surged forward with need, your eyes immediately coming face to face with her slick-covered thighs and her dripping cunt.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, the anticipation of the upcoming moments was almost more than you could bear.

But Joan just hovered. Not quite letting herself touch you and fall to your lips. And it took everything in you not to lift your head to steal a quick taste of your lover.

"Spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby. Can you do that for me? Show mommy how good you listen and I'll give you everything you want..."

As if on queue, your legs burst open, the cool air against your soaking core elicited a shiver to cover your body. You moan as Joan's hand reaches behind her to slide against your exposed thigh.

"That's my good girl.. Always so good for me."

Joan was glistening with desire, and in one swift move allowed herself to fully settle against your face. The bittersweet taste of her against your tongue drove you mad.

She was truly intoxicating, and you couldn't get enough of her. As your tongue slid along her slick folds, her fingers made contact with your own cunt. She spread your wetness from your hole to your clit, before circling your precious bud.

Your quiet moans were muffled, as her thick thighs trapped you between her legs. Her eyes found yours, not daring to tear her gaze away as she watched you eat her out.

"I've seen every view this whole wide world has to offer me..." she let out a shaky breath, "But this.. by far.. is my favorite one." Her hips jerked, taking everything in her not to ride your face.

But the way you were doing so well, taking your time to explore her cunt, lapping at every possible inch of her, had her hips moving in the opposite direction as your tongue moved.

Your moans when Joan slipped two fingers inside your aching hole, sent vibrations to her clit that had the older woman making noises of her own, that were in a much lower tone than yours.

"That's it.." she moaned. "Eat my pussy. You're such a good girl. So—" another moan.. "fucking good."

Joan was pounding her fingers into you, the slapping of her palm against your cunt and the harmonic mix of your moans filled the room.

You were a quivering mess beneath her, pussy already clenching around the digits that hit your g-spot with every merciful thrust.

"So wet... and so close already. Does my sweet girl want to come already? After I've barely even fucked you?"

Your pleas were muffled as you were trapped between Joan's thighs, refusing to remove your mouth from Joan's fluttering pussy. Your jaw was hurting, but you would never stop. Not until you tasted all of her. Not until she finished.

"Come for me, baby. Come around my fingers. Make mommy proud... and come for me.." Her words alone sent you over the edge.

Your pussy clenched tightly around her fingers, as if trapping her inside you as you came with a loud muffled groan into Joan's cunt. Your legs shook as Joan's thumb rubbed your clit, only elongating your orgasm.

You were a panting mess. Joan's come coated fingers curled, making you scream out in pleasure before you finally unclenched around her, allowing her to slip from your grasp and change her position.

A whine escaped your lips at the loss of her pussy against your tongue, but the loss didn't last long, as Joan only turned around, to allow herself to lick your own clit as you ate her out at the same time.

You were a whining, shaking mess, her tongue exploring your sensitive clit with languid motions while she hummed at the taste of you.

"So...sensitive..." you whimpered between flicks of your tongue.

"Just one more for me, baby girl... just one more for mommy. You can do it, beautiful.. I know you can... one more for me.." she murmured.

You fucked Joan with your tongue, and lapping at her pussy. Her low groans and the subtle shaking of her legs alerted you of how close she was, turning your focus to her clit and sucking hard on her bundle of nerves.

Her legs clamped tighter around your head, and for a moment you could barely breathe, but you were delighted to be trapped between Joan's legs. There was no better place in the world.

"Fuck— darling, you're too good at this—" she moaned into your cunt, and your second orgasm was rapidly creeping up on you.

You lapped at Joan's cunt, savoring every drop of her release, while she fucked you with her tongue. She was skillful, demanding, knowing where to add pressure, and when to pay attention to your clit. You were a panting mess as your orgasm ripped through you, stronger than the first, and you couldn't help but scream out your lover's name.

"That's it, baby. I knew you could do it," she cooed. "Such a good girl for me.." she removed her tongue to use her fingers, rubbing your clit in circles to ride out your high for as long as possible.

"Fuck..." you panted. Joan placed wet kisses along your inner thigh, allowing her digits to gradually slow down before removing them completely.

The ravenette fell to her back next to you, her hand immediately connecting with yours as you both calmed your breathing down. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your eyelids growing heavy as you came down from your high.

Joan sat up on her elbows, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as she examined your exhausted state.

"Are you okay, sweet girl? Do you need some water?" Her thumb absentmindedly traced circles along your skin.

"Please," you lightheartedly laughed. "And maybe a bath?" You asked sweetly.

"Coming right up," she placed a gently kiss to your leg before rolling out of the bed. "Anything for you, my love." Your eyes couldn't help but fall to her backside as she walked away, admiring the round luscious curves of her ass.

"Keep staring, baby, and we'll never make it to that bath," she teased, giving you a playful smirk behind her shoulder, knowing full well that you would be watching her walk away.

God were you one lucky human.

Chapter 38: Silence - Evelyn Poole

"Keep the carriage steady this time, I don't pay you to steer like a madman while our fingers go numb from holding on for dear life. Mess up again and you're done for." Your lover sternly stated, dark eyes glaring daggers into the wide-eyed coachmen.

"Y-yes ma'am, it won't happen again, I promise!" The older man stuttered, fear prominently visible behind his eyes.

There were rumors of what happened to Evelyn Poole's coachmen. The ones whom she couldn't trust to get her where she needed to be with ease.

Today for example, there was a ball Evelyn had managed to get an invite to, and she wanted you to attend it with her. After all, she loved nothing more than to show you off. You were the light in her darkened life, and she wanted to ensure everyone knew who you belonged to.

She loved to dress you up for special events. Put you in her most expensive looking gowns, and do your hair and makeup in a way that had you looking ethereal to anyone who glanced your way.

"Thank you," you smiled sweetly towards the brunette, whose face immediately went from cold to warm as she opened the carriage door for you.

"You're welcome, my darling." She held your hand, guiding you into the quaint carriage.

Words like those were only heard by you. Behind Evelyn's cold exterior, you were her soft spot. She was never anything but kind towards you, something others couldn't relate to.

After sitting down, Evelyn followed suit, closing the door behind her and making herself comfortable in the seat across from you. She tapped on the wall behind her, alerting the coachman that he could start moving the carriage.

Events like this always made you nervous, being surrounded by the rich and prestigious always made you feel out of place, knowing you were only here because of Evelyn.

Although you always had a fresh coat of polish on your nails, Evelyn was quick to pick up on the anxious habit you unknowingly did with the picking of your nails.

Her chocolate hues examined your twiddling fingers and the slight curve of your brows that knitted together as you glanced out the window beside you.

"Relax, pet. There's nothing to worry about." The curly-haired brunette placed a reassuring hand on your entangled fingers. "You've met these people before, they absolutely adore you."

"I just can't help but feel out of place at these events. You all come from money, I'm just... nothing."

The woman's lips parted in shock at the word you used to describe yourself. Nothing. You weren't nothing at all. You were everything. Everything she wished she was and so much more.

"Don't you dare say that, my sweet girl." She took your chin between her thumb and forefinger, forcing your gazes to meet. "I don't want to ever hear you say that again, do you hear me?" You're not nothing. You are everything. The most brave, kindest, and beautiful soul I've ever come across in my lifetime."

Her face was stern but truthful, dark eyes softening as she gazed into your eyes with nothing but love and adoration.

The small smile forming on your face had her cold heart grow warm. She loved that smile of yours. No matter what kind of mood she was in, once she saw your smile, everything would shift for the better.

"Come here," her voice was soft and breathy as she leaned back, patting her lap to urge you to come to her.

Your lashes fluttered as your gaze faltered from hers to briefly look at the open lap she was patting for you to take a seat on. As you stood, the carriage shook, Evelyn having to grab hold of your hips to keep you steady before pulling you into her lap.

"That's my girl," Her slender fingers pushed a few loose curls behind your ear. "How's that? Is that better?"

You nodded your head with a small smile and a quiet 'mhm', only encouraging Evelyn to place a tender kiss to your lips. It was warm and inviting, sweet yet tender, and when she pulled away, it only left you wanting more.

Her small intimate acts always reassured you just how safe you were with her. She was your home. Your safe haven. Your person.

Evelyn caught your cheeks turn just the slightest shade of crimson at her kiss. She had to stifle a laugh before peppering both of your cheeks with featherlight kisses, giving your nose the lightest kiss of all.

"You're too good to me," you admitted.

Evelyn held you still with one hand to your waist while the other slid up your neck to cup your cheek.

"How could I not be?" she cooed. "Look at you. My sweet beautiful girl. You're the one that's too good to me."

You couldn't help but give Evelyn a reassuring kiss that quickly turned deeper with need at her intoxicated feel. Her hand left your cheek to slide behind your head, holding you close by your neck.

She took advantage of your lips slightly parting to slide her tongue in with dominance. It was the kind of kiss that made the world around you disappear. The kind that makes your brain go fuzzy and a warmth run straight to your core.

Evelyn's fingers kneaded at your hip, her porcelain fingers soothing you at their gentle touch. You let out the smallest of moans that had Evelyn hold you tighter, as it was impossible to bring you any closer to her.

The dark-haired woman could feel your thighs move closer together on her lap, a knowing thought running through her head at your actions. She could tell exactly in that moment what you needed.. and that need was her.

Evelyn was first to break the kiss, eliciting a small whine from you until her lips reattached to your chin, then down to your neck, to reach the collarbone that was her favorite place to mark.

She nipped and suckled against your skin, your head lulling back against the small window to give the woman better access to your body. Her lips wrapped around your flesh, leaving fresh marks in their wake.

"Please..." your voice was just above a whisper, the brunette smirking into your neck before pulling away.

"What is it you want, my love?" Her manicured thumb swiping across your plump bottom lip.

"Make me feel good.. please...p-please make me feel better." You pouted, which forced Evelyn to crack a wide smile.

"Will you be quiet for me?" She asked, resting her hand atop your knee.

"Yesss," you whispered back to her. You shifted your body so you were now sat sideways in her lap, allowing your lover to have better access to the lower-half of your body.

"How quiet, darling? We can't have you making all these noises and have our driver overhear our little rendezvous, now can we?" Her fingertips dipped below the hemline of your long dress to run a trail up your leg.

"I'll be s-so quiet," you reassured her, but Evelyn knew you, she knew how loud you could be. And how hard it would be for you to stay quiet.

"I'm holding you to that, darling. I'll have to stop if you get too loud, and we wouldn't want that, now would we? Hmm?" Her fingers finally grazed your clothed center underneath your now bunched up dress.

"No- please don't stop, I'll be quiet." You swallowed with a lump in your throat, not being able to make any kind of promises. Evelyn knew your body better than you did, she knew how you worked.

And she knew you would do your best, no matter how hard it would be for you.

"That's right. Only good girls get rewarded, love." Her fingers ran lazy circles against your clothed cunt, but it wasn't enough to satisfy you, leaving a whine to fall past your lips.

"What's the matter, love? What do you need? Tell me what you need, my sweet girl." She cooed, all while adding pressure with her fingers.

"N-Need you. Inside me... now— please," you begged. "Please, Evelyn.."

"That's my good girl.." She smirked, sliding your panties to the side. "Asking me so nicely. Such a needy little thing."

Without warning, two digits immediately filled you, forcing your hand to whip to your mouth to cover the unexpected moan that flew past your lips.

"Such a tight little cunt. Stay quiet my love," she purred in your ear.

Her free hand guided your hips, allowing you to rock against the palm of her hand to stimulate your clit. Evelyn's lips attached to your earlobe, nibbling at the flesh before marking the skin across your neck.

She soothed love bites with her tongue, marking you as hers. Marking her territory. Wanting people to know that you belonged to someone. To her. You were hers, and hers only.

And Evelyn never shared.

Profanities were muffled behind your hand, your head tilted to give the brunette more space to capture your neck with her lips.

"So...good.." Evelyn praised between kisses. "Such a good girl, staying quiet just for me." Evelyn curled her fingers, feeling your body jolt from the pleasure.

Her slender digits pumping in and out of you filled the carriage with the most obscene and filthy noises, only turning you on more.

Your hips met her hand with each thrust, skin slapping against skin as you chased your high. Evelyn's lips left your neck to glide to your throat, suckling the thin skin before finding solstice in your breasts.

Glorious breasts that were pushed up from your tightened corset, and Evelyn couldn't help but pay attention to the upper swell of your breasts.

"Such perfect tits," she praised. "And they're all mine." Her grip on your hip only tightened, keeping you flush against her, her fingers unwavering as they pounded into you.

Your moans only begged to grow louder, her fingers making it hard for you to keep quiet, but her words from earlier kept you from screaming out her name. You needed to be good. Needed to stay silent.

Your head fell back, hips thrusting down against Evelyn's pale hand, feeling your body grow tense as you built towards your climax.

Your heavy breathing, higher pitched noises, and pussy clenching tightly around Evelyn's fingers gave her all the warning she needed that you were close... dangerously close.

"Do you want to come, pet?" She asked, dark eyes meeting your gaze as she kissed the back of your hand covering your mouth.

She tutted when you only nodded your head, not accepting your lack of words as an answer. The hand that held your hip, let go, and instead grabbed your hand, freeing your mouth from behind its cover.

Your whimpers and obscenities were now more coherent.

"Use your words," she demanded. "Say it for me. Tell me you want to come." Her voice was low and raspy, and your pussy clenched around her once more.

"Let me come— P-Please, Evelyn.. I need to come!" You begged the woman in front of you, lips turning into a frown as you held yourself off, the ache between your thighs almost becoming too much to handle.

"That wasn't too hard, now was it?" She left a gentle peck on your lips. "Come for me, sweet girl." Her thumb found your swollen clit, adding pressure to your button as her fingers relentlessly fucked you.

"Evelyn!" You cried out, careful of how loud you were. Her name fell past your lips in a prayer as you came from her finger fucking you.

Your cunt tightened around her digits, making it hard for the brunette to fuck you, but she still did. Evelyn wanted this to last, she loved the feeling of you coming around her fingers.

Your body quivered, the feeling of your orgasm was stronger than you had imagined. Your breathing was fast and shallow, as your head fell to her shoulder.

"My sweet girl..." she cooed in your ear.

You were a shaking limp mess, and Evelyn could tell how much energy she just took out of you. Her digits came to a halt, her soothing voice hushing your whine at the loss of her fingers.

"Shh, you did so good for me. So so good. I'm so proud of you, Angel." She kissed the side of your head.

The sound of a male's voice, forced your head to snap up and be face to face with Evelyn. Your frown caused her to chuckle. You were nearing your arrival, the man in charge of getting you to your destination was announcing you were close.

"Must we arrive so early?" You whined, the heat between your legs needing more attention.

"The earlier we arrive, the sooner we can leave. Don't think that's all you're getting tonight, darling. Be an extra good girl for me tonight and we'll continue this later."

"Promise?" You asked, lips tugging into a small smile.

You quickly slipped off her lap and back into your original seat just as the carriage came to a stop, not needing anyone to catch you on your lovers lap looking freshly fucked.

"I promise," Evelyn replied, using her spare handkerchief to wipe her fingers clean. "We'll even take the longer route home." She teased, just as the door to the carriage flew open.

Your body was spent, but energy quickly came back to you as you composed yourself leaving the carriage hand in hand with the woman you love most. After all, you had people to greet and dances to succumb to.

You had to be good... so Evelyn would keep her promise.

Chapter 39: Work Wives - Polly Gray

Today was one of those days.

The days where Polly stayed in the confinements of her office. Glued to her desk. Answering phone call after phone call. Dealing with anyone and everything that was even mildly important to the Shelby's.

You would walk in with her, hand-in-hand, but after that, she would disappear. The only thing you'd hear was her occasional yelling, when she had to deal with imbeciles over the phone, or worse, anyone interrupting her. That was the one thing she hated most. Interruptions.

The one person who could get away with it though, was you. Of course it was you. Only you.

Looking over at the clock, you noticed it was well past lunch time, and Polly had yet to leave her office for even a second. You contemplated waiting until she was done, but you just had to check in on her to make sure she ate.

Pushing yourself from your desk, you quietly saunter over towards her office, of course earning John's attention in the process. And with one stupid dirty comment from him later, he earned himself a smack to the head.

He had walked in on you and Polly once, carelessly not knocking on the door before entering to be met with you sat atop her desk with your shirt discarded on the floor while Polly stood between your legs.

Polly of course shielded your body while frantically screaming at John to get out, leaving him to make a comment every time you walked into Polly's office alone, and you having to smack the nonsense out of him.

After that incident, you told yourself to never get frisky with your wife in the office, but with your everlasting attraction to Polly, it became very hard to keep your hands to yourself.

With a gentle knock to the office door, you were allowed to enter after hearing a muffled 'come in'. Polly knew your knock patterns, the same three knocks you always did with the same amount of gentle force, let her know it was you and to not yell at whoever was disrupting her.

"Pol?" you called to her, voice barely above a whisper as you entered her work space.

Your wife gave you a small smile, and you could not only feel the tension in the room, but see it on her face as she spoke on the phone in an annoyed manner.

Her eyes however, danced across your body as you moved to her desk, which never went unnoticed by you. She was enamored by you. By every bit of you. The love of her life, the light of her life. Always making her day better.

You perched yourself on the edge of her desk, sliding over her lunch that sat untouched, ensuring not to make noise to disturb her call.

Polly gave you a knowing look, sliding herself over so she was sat between your legs as she resumed her monotonous voice to whoever was on the receiving end.

Her free hand rested on your knee, allowing you to slowly feed her the sandwich you had made her. She was grateful for your care, running her thumb soothingly along your knee.

Polly gave you a thankful smile, taking small bites here and there while she talked, quietly letting out a few hums here and there while she enjoyed her meal. After all, she was starving.

Her fingers slowly ran carelessly higher up your leg as she finished, and teasing you by leaving a featherlight trail to your inner thigh. Your gaze met hers, and her eyes were dark, after all, without your knowledge, she could see up your skirt from her angle.

A smirk tugged at her crimson lips, and you had to close your legs on her hand. You were caught the last time she pulled a stunt like this, her pleasuring you on her desk. Besides, you were known to be loud, and she was still on the phone.

"Pol..." you quietly warned, "You know I can't."

The brunette let out a small laugh, not at the anonymous caller, but towards you. Her lover who she was going to have to work with more to be quiet while being touched. She knew this was going to be a conversation for later, and you were looking forward to it.

"Well then, what about me?" She teased, leaning back in her chair with her thin eyebrows raised as she uncrossed her legs. Polly chose her words wisely, not only asking the caller, but mainly asking you.

Her eyes danced with a mischievous glint as you hopped down from her desk, kicking your heels off on your way down, and letting them clatter on the wooden floorboards.

Your fingers danced up her legs, slowly making your way up her long legs until you reached her leather belt. Fingers swiftly, but quietly, unbuckled the thin restraint to slide the leather from her pants.

Polly lifted her ass from the chair, allowing you to pull her pants down to pool at the floor. Your eyes lit up at the visible patch of wetness seeping through her lace undergarments.

"This excited already?" You bit your lip, fingers opening the brunette's legs even wider than they were before. "Whatever shall I do with you?" Your voice was quiet, but telling. You both already knew what you were going to do, but you wanted to hear your lover say it out loud.

"Help me," she stated firmly. Her gaze was fixated on you, not asking, but demanding. You heard the voice continue talking on the other end of the phone and had to hold back a smirk.

Little did they know she was talking to you, telling you to do a nefarious act. Eager fingers roamed up her thin skin-colored tights across her exuberant thighs to reach the lace panties covering her center.

Her devilish smirk only grew in size as she lifted her hips just enough for you to slide the thin fabric down her milky thighs to expose her slick center.

Manicured fingers slid through your hair, urging your head forward to where Polly wanted you most. Her words grew faint as you tuned her out as she talked on the phone, maintaining your entire focus on pleasing your lover.

Your tongue darted out to flick at her swollen clit, Polly's hold on the back of your head being forceful. She was not going to let you move until you finished the job.

You ran your tongue through her folds, humming at the taste of her wetness before latching your lips onto her clit. Your sucking started slowly, working the woman up at a steady pace.

Polly let out a satisfied sigh, dark eyes gazing down at you with lust as your face sat beautifully between her legs. Lewd noises filled the room as you inserted two fingers.

"Fuck—" Polly had to contain her euphoric moans, not wanting anyone to know about your shenanigans.

Your fingers curling against her spongy walls had her hips bucking involuntarily.

"God, you feel so good..." You kissed her now quivering inner thigh. "So tight and wet. All for me." Your fingers picked up their pace and Polly's head fell back, her mouth falling agape as she let out a silent groan.

Your wife had enough confidence in herself to stay quiet, but the way you inserted a third finger past her rosey folds had her slamming the phone back into its place to end the phone call.

She didn't care about the business proposal, she didn't care about the people working tirelessly just outside of her office. She cared about her impending orgasm.

"Such a good girl," she cooed. "Fucking me— so so good." Her nails dug into your scalp, eliciting a vibrating hum against her fluttering pussy that had her juices dripping into the palm of your hand.

"Come for me," you urged. "I know you're close, Pol." You kissed her inner thigh, coaxing your wife through her orgasm that ripped through her entire body.

"F-fuck! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" Polly forced your face back to her clit, your lips wrapping around her swollen bud once more, giving her everything she needed to fall apart.

Her walls tighten around your digits, constricting your movements but still allowing you to move freely, keeping your wife full as she rides out her orgasm.

Polly's legs were closing around you threateningly, but you didn't stop. Instead, you sucked her clit harder.

"You little minx," she faintly laughed through her ragged breaths. "Can't get enough can you?" She moved your stray hairs out of your face as she bit her lower lip.

Polly's pain from her overstimulation was only temporary as your fingers slowly slipped from her dripping cunt, only to be replaced with your entire mouth.

She was bittersweet. You lapped up her arousal mixed with her orgasm, darting your tongue out to fill her hole once more.

"Just— yes, like that—" she groaned. "So good.."

Your nose brushed against her clit, eliciting a hiss from your wife at her own sensitivity. You couldn't help but gaze up at her as you ate her out, enjoying the way her eyebrows scrunched together and her mouth falling into the most perfect 'o' shape.

Polly was in a state of euphoria from her previous orgasm, her body still shaking involuntarily as she did her best to remain quiet. And with the way she was always so hardheaded, she ensured only you would hear her satisfied moans.

Polly was insistent yet threatening. Even if they did hear her, they wouldn't dare say a word to her about it.

Legs draped over your back, heels digging a hole through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel the shoe digging into your back, but you didn't care. You quite enjoyed it in fact. The way Polly was holding you, ensnaring you, keeping you from moving away.

Her body stilled as she sucked in a large breath of air, before you licked and lapped away at her flowing juices as she came even harder than the first time.

Your chin was a dripping mess, back ached, and your air was restricted by her strong milky thighs that wrapped around you. But with the sight of Polly sweating, panting, and convulsing around you was all worth it.

"Okay— Mm, darling—" She couldn't help but pull your hair to remove your tongue from her puffy lips. You sat back on your heels, shoving your fingers into your mouth to suck off Polly's release before she pulled you up and into her lap.

"You always taste so good..." your thumb swiped at her now messily lipstick covered bottom lip. "I need you to taste me now, please..." You begged your lover, as the ache between your thighs was getting uncomfortable.

Polly gave your lips an enchanting kiss, filled with a fiery passion that always followed with her hands roaming your body to cater to your needs, but instead her movements fell flat as she pulled you from her lap.

"Get me cleaned and dressed and we'll go home to continue this conversation," she smirked. Your lips formed into a pout as you hurriedly did as she said, wanting to get the same satisfaction she did.

"Oh baby, you know we can't do it here," she said, as you finished putting her back together as if nothing happened. "You treated me so good today, and I want to hear you screaming out all of those pretty little moans without anybody listening in."

Your fingers were eager and quick, running them through your hair to straighten it up a bit before Polly pulled you into another fiery kiss, this time pulling away with her teeth dug into your bottom lip.

"Take me home," Was all you needed to say before Polly dragged you dominantly by your hand out of her office and out into the cool air so she could take you home and give you your reward.

Chapter 40: Losing Control - Joan Ferguson

"You wished to see me, Governor?" You lightly knocked, poking your head into her office to find your boss sitting at her usual spot behind her desk.

"Yes, come in." She turned her hardened gaze to you. "Lock the door behind you." Click. You were already off to a good start. "Sit," she ordered next, motioning to the chair that sat directly in front of her desk. The same chair you sat yourself in without a moment of hesitation.

You had been her Deputy for a few months now, and Joan didn't waste a second in taking you under her protective wing. She saw your passion for your job, how hard you work, how hard you always try to please her.

Never asking questions. Never doubting her orders. Never leaving her side unless you were told to. Never letting her down.

The Governor admired you. The way you so easily fell in line. Always listening and obeying to her every order. You wanted to please her. Wanted to show her how good you were.

And Joan found out why within the very first few weeks of being Governor. She had asked you to stay late for drinks, and yes it was for her own benefit. She wanted in on all the secrets you knew about your coworkers, but her interest quickly turned to you when your drunken ramblings exposed your attraction to the older woman.

Joan had let out a much needed sigh, which caught your attention. Fingers fumbled with her tight bun, your eyes fixated on the way her fingers moved, then the way her hair fell to her shoulders. She shook her head and fingers slid through her hair, allowing the black and grey strands to fall preciously around her face.

"You're so beautiful..." you thought, but with your drunken state, you had said it aloud without knowing. Joan at first was shocked, did she really just hear that? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? No, her mind never played tricks. She heard you correctly.

But when her gaze fell back to you, your eyes were still on her. Like you were in a trance. Stuck on her. Unable to tear your gaze away from her enchanting features.

Curious. She thought. You were so much younger, brighter, and more attractive than she was. Did you really mean it or was it just your drunken mind? She knew she had to find out.

Joan immediately leaned down, resting her hands on the armrests of your chair. Your breath hitched in your throat at her sudden closeness, and the older woman couldn't help but smirk at how one simple move already had such an effect on you.

It was too easy. She was going to have her fun with you. Like a toy that she could finally play with.

"Do you know why I called you in here today?" She questioned you, her voice softer than usual.

"No ma'am." Your head shook, voice barely above a whisper, still shook from her close proximity.

"Your loyalty. Do you know how I feel about loyalty? Hmm?" She quirked a brow.

"Of course, Governor."

"And where has your loyalty always been?"

"With you, Governor. Always with you." You swallowed, quickly averting your eyes down to where she had laid a gentle hand onto your knee.

She knew you didn't have a problem with the touch when a subtle hint of crimson appeared across your cheeks.

"Why?" She asked.

"I- because-" You scrambled, trying to come up with an explanation but her touch... Her bare hand squeezing at your knee had your mind going blank.

"Because I'm beautiful?" She lifted her pointer finger to your chin, forcing your gaze back to hers. Those dark eyes had you head over heels, involuntarily squeezing your thighs together.

Your chest was rising and falling faster by the second, embarrassment creeping into your veins at her words. The reality of what she was saying finally hit you. Your mouth fell agape as you unsuccessfully tried to find words.

"Don't lie now. We both know what you said. Is it true?" Her gaze flicked to your lips so fast, that you barely even registered it. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" Her teasing was driving you mad, and you knew she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.

And with you, she knew you would always give her what she wanted.

And you would willingly give it to her.

"Yes," you whispered.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. You're going to have to speak up, dear." Her pointer finger left your chin to trail up your cheek and tuck a stray hair behind your ear, but not taking her hand away from your face.

"Yes," you stated louder this time.

"That's a good girl. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Your thighs involuntarily squeezed together at her praise, the movement not going unnoticed by your boss.

You shook your head and swallowed, your mouth suddenly going dry.

"Always so good for me." She leaned in further, letting her lips hover just next to your ear before she spoke again, lowering her voice. "Good girls deserve rewards, don't they?" You let out a hum when her hand left your knee to grip at your upper thigh.

"Y-yes, Governor. They d-do. I do—"

"Then get out of these pants before I change my mind," she whispered, nipping at your ear before standing back up to lean against her desk.

Her movement was quick, your body instantly feeling cold due to missing the warmth radiating from the older woman who was now watching you intently as you shakily slid your pants down to your ankles.

"Keep the heels on." Her lustrous voice demanded, before you had the chance to kick them off along with your pants. It was an extra challenge for you, but you successfully managed to keep them on. The visible patch of wetness seeping through your panties, elicited a low hum from Joan. Her dilated eyes were staring directly between your legs.

"Those too, dear." She said, pointing to your panties.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth at her words, suddenly growing anxious about being so exposed in front of her.

"You can do it. Let me see you, sweet girl. You're already so wet for me. Would be a shame if we didn't do something about it."

Your fingers fidgeted with your waistband, pulling the thin fabric down your thighs, and dropping them to the floor before kicking them off with your heels. Her words were only turning you on more by the second.

"Spread your legs for me," she demanded next.

Her knuckles turned white at the grip she held onto the edge of the desk, doing her best to hold herself back. She couldn't lose control. Not now. Not yet.

"Now touch yourself."

"Joan..." you whined, "I want you to."

"Be my good girl and do as you're told, then I will. Can you do that for me? After all, if I'm going to reward you, I need to know how you like it first."

She smirked at your pout, loving every second that she could tease you. The longer she waited, the more sensitive you'd be. Then the quicker she'd be able to taste your come. She'd imagined it was as sweet as you are.

Your legs were spread as wide as they could, as your hand dipped between your thighs to spread your wetness from your entrance and up to your clit.

"I'll do anything for you, Joan." She licked her bottom at your words, her first name sounding heavenly coming out of your mouth.

"Say it again," her gravely voice commanded. "My name. Say it again for me."

"Joan," you sweetly called her, letting your body relax as you slowly toyed with your button, now relishing in the fact that she was now hooked on you calling her by her first name.

A low, gravely hum could be heard as dark eyes focused entirely on the movements between your legs. She was studying you. The desk behind her creaked as she held a deathly grip to maintain control over herself to not pounce on you.

Joan felt herself internally going feral over watching you pleasure yourself, it was almost too much for her to handle, but she needed to study you first.

The first wanton moan that slipped past your tongue had Joan fiercely biting at her bottom lip as her piercing gaze watched as you dipped a finger past your entrance.

Your wetness was prominent, pooling onto the leather beneath you while the lewd squelching noises from your digit slipping in and out of your cunt filled the room.

"Joan... please..." you begged your superior.

The older woman's thighs pressed together tightly as she watched you intently, only finally looking back into your eyes as you called out for her.

"I-I need you.. please, Joan.." you whined, finger still dragging in and out of your dripping pussy. "I'm ready for you.."

The woman remained unmoved, yet her grip along her desk remained strong. She was on the crisp of breaking. Your whines and pleas were like music to her ears.

"I'm yours—" you slightly moaned as your palm slapped against your button. "I'm yours.. all yours, Joan..."

"That's enough." The woman finally broke, lunging at you with an animalistic growl.

Joan plummeted to her knees, an image you'd never thought you'd see, and grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling it away from your heat.

Her mouth was on your cunt in an instant, diving her tongue across your sensitive peak before flattening it against your leaking folds. And hummed at the savory taste of your heightened arousal. She was instantly hooked on you.

You spewed gasps and faint moans of pleasure as she explored your depths with her warm tongue. Dragging it all across your folds before shaping her mouth into an 'o' and sucking in your puffy clit.

Her nails dug into your fleshy thighs as she held your legs open, and you felt as if you were in heaven. The subtle pain mixed with the pleasure of her eating you out had you feeling euphoric.

"Mmm, Joan— fuck! Fingers please..." you were growing impatient, your cunt was in dire need of more than just her mouth. You wanted more of her. All of her.

And who was Joan to not give you what you both heavily desired. She easily slid two fingers into your soaking pussy, fucking you at a steadfast pace as she gave your clit harder attention with her mouth.

Your mind was going fuzzy, fingers curled into her silvery locks to hold her impossibly closer, as your moans grew higher in pitch.

"Yes— Just like that..." you urged her on. "K-keep going! Don't stop," you begged. "God, Joan, please don't stop!" Joan hummed at your begging, the vibrations setting you off completely.

You were quick to come, your free hand holding onto the arm of the chair with a death grip as the other tangled deeper into her now messy hair.

Joan lapped at your entrance as she fucked you with her fingers, not once faltering her pace as she not only let you ride out your high, but wanted to pull another one out of you.

You were intoxicating to her. You tasted so divine on her tongue. Felt so good around her fingers.

"J-Joan!" You couldn't control your volume anymore, screaming out her name. Joan's freehand grabbed your leg and pulled it over her shoulder, the new position letting her dive deeper into your pussy.

She was relentless with her movements, finger fucking you roughly to the point where the lewd wet noises coming from your pussy was the only other sound in the room besides your loud whines.

"Oh my— Joan, I'm going to come again!" Your heel dug into her back, causing the silver haired woman to hiss, and fuck you harder.

You were a babbling, shaking, crying mess, and Joan was loving the sight in front of her. The pornographic image now forever etched into her brain.

"Come for me, sweet girl. You're so fucking tight. You feel so good.... Taste so good." She admitted, tearing her digits away, only to dive her tongue deep into your pussy to taste you once more.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, back arching off the back of the chair, legs shaking mercilessly around Joan's head as you came hard for the second time, this time along her tongue.

Joan happily swallowed your juices, the drops she missed dripping down her chin, her neck, and soaking through her white shirt. Your hips bucked as her nose pressed against your clit, fingers deftly pulling at her silvery locks to pull her away, only for her to stay tongue-deep into your pussy as she lapped hungrily at your release.

"Fucking Christ!" You squealed, hand roughly squeezing her own that sat against your thigh, as your head fell back. And you swear you heard her swallow.

Joan's tongue left your convulsing cunt, only to flatten it along your folds and dip back up to your clit.

"Joan, I—" you swallowed the lump in your throat, tears staining your cheeks. "Please stop— I can't!" you choked out, finally pulling the woman's face away from you with one last pull of her hair.

Joan's hands soothed your shaking legs, as the older woman sat back on her knees. Your vision was blurry and you looked heavenly to the woman. You were a shaking, crying, fucked-out mess, and she was proud of herself for what she had turned you into.

You were finally able to close your legs, squeezing your thighs together tightly as you still involuntarily shook. Your breathing was heavy as you watched Joan with a smirk on her face, swallowed once more, confirming your suspicions before she pulled out her handkerchief and dabbed at her mouth.

"Your shirt..." you whispered, noticing her white bra that was now clearly visible through the drenched fabric. "I'm sorry.."

Joan only chuckled, shaking her head that at this moment, you were only worried about her shirt. A piece of fabric as you were practically sitting limp in her chair.

"Have I fucked you so hard that your brain has turned to mush and you can only think of my shirt?" She grinned, standing to her feet, and tossing her handkerchief onto her desk to clean later.

You lazily smiled at her, licking your lips as you stared at her chest.

"I know exactly what you're thinking, you dirty girl, and it's not going to happen. Not here, not while you're this fucked-out." She leaned forward to kiss your forehead with a chuckle.

"Be a good girl one more time for me and let me clean you up, and maybe I'll be nice and take you home to show you more." She huskily whispered in your ear, before fully pulling away to grab another handkerchief to take care of you.

Chapter 41: A Night In The Slot - Joan Ferguson

Your head snapped towards the door when you heard the familiar sounds of a card swipe to unlock the heavy door to your enclosure. You had been slotted without warning, and had yet to know why this time.

Usually when you were 'slotted' it was all for show, so the prisoners wouldn't suspect you had a deal going with the Governor. You were her eyes and ears in the prison, and you relished in the fact that she always needed you.

Your 'slot' time usually ended in one of you getting fucked. As of today, nothing particular happened. Nothing happened... at least that you were aware of.

You couldn't help the smirk that formed across your lips as a familiar tall figure entered the room and shut the door briskly behind her, ensuring to leave a small object in the way so the door didn't lock her in. You sat with patience, not saying a word, knowing her next move was to cover the camera before anything was said or done.

And once she did, she cut you off before you could speak.

"I want you to make me forget last night ever happened. Do I make myself clear?" She demanded, with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. Last night? Nothing happened last night. It was quiet. Normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Joan sighed, "I fucked a man last night. Or let me rephrase that, I attempted to fuck a man last night but the bastard didn't know how to pleasure a woman even if they told him exactly what to do." She rolled her eyes, making her way towards you with a scoff.

"He sounds awful," you reassured her. You always did. Hands immediately grasping at her hips as she towered over you. "I can only assume I'm here to help you relieve some pent up...stress?" You smirked, tugging at her belt.

"Don't tease me, you little minx. You know exactly why I'm here." Her hands found yours at her hips and held onto them firmly, as if you dared to pull away.

You never did. You never would. And that's why Joan liked you so much. Sure, it was heavily inappropriate, but she just couldn't help herself around you. You were the best she's ever had.

A one-time deal soon turned to two, then three, and now it happened so often that you've forgotten how many times by now. Not that you would complain of course, Joan was intoxicating.

Neither of you could ever get your fill of each other.

"So impatient tonight..." you tsked. "He must've touched you in all the wrong ways. You must be so.... starved." Your skillfully fingers were able to tug her closer by her belt to swiftly undo her clasp. "You didn't get to come, did you?"

Joan shivered as your cold, bare hand, untucked her shirt from her pants and touched the skin across stomach.

Her voice was low and husky as she responded, "And if I didn't?"

"Then I must do something about it right away, Governor." You bit your bottom lip, tugging her zipper down to slide her pants down her thick, luxuriously milky thighs. "Wearing this just for me?" You asked, looking up at her through your curled lashes with a foax innocent look as your fingers grazed her black stockings.

"Do you see anybody else in here?" She asked sarcastically. Her chest rising and falling as she grew impatient.

"No, Governor." You shook your head, getting lost in her dark, brown eyes.

"Then you have your answer... now get on with it before one of my daft officers notices I'm gone." She ordered, doing her best to hide her smile as you eagerly unbuttoned her shirt.

"Yes ma'am."

Joan grabbed the back of your head as she shrugged out of both her pants and her shirt, leaving her in just her sheer undergarments that went perfectly with her heels that made the woman even taller.

You placed slow, gentle kisses across her plush stomach, ensuring to leave your usual trail across the subtle stress marks at her hips. Joan couldn't help but close her eyes at your softness.

Men always just dove right in, whilst you took your time to cherish her. Every inch in of her. You knew what she liked without even having to ask. It was all just a matter of watching her movements.

Your hands trailed lower, rubbing down the side of her legs as you kissed your way to her other hip, ensuring it got the same attention.

As she visibly relaxed in your presence, you palmed her heated sex and heard a faint gasp at the subtle contact. You truly underestimated how needy she actually was.

"Yes, keep going..." she whispered, playing with your hair with one hand while the other took hold of your wrist, sliding your hand back and forth across her clothed cunt.

You felt her push herself against your palm with a partially frustrated groan. She needed more.

"Anything for you, Governor," you placed one last kiss to her hipbone before turning your attention to her clothed center. Joan felt your hot breath in front of her cunt and let your hand go, allowing your hand to move freely back to her thigh.

Your teeth grabbed onto her panties, before letting them go with a 'snap' and earning another groan from the woman.

"Stop the fucking teasing," she seethed.

"I know you like it, Governor." You stated, finally sliding the fabric down her thick legs. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so wet for me," you bit your lip as you eyed her dripping core.

Joan merely shook her head, knowing you were right. She was too stubborn to admit it, but her silence was the only answer you needed.

The first lick of your tongue fluttering between her legs had her hips involuntarily jerk in your face as a spark ran through her entire body.

"See? Proof right here... you're so wet for me, Governor." You flatted your tongue against her folds again. "I bet you weren't this wet with him, were you?"

"Definitely not..." Her fingers tugged at your messy strands, keeping your face against her needy cunt.

"He didn't get to taste your sweet little pussy like I am right now, did he?" You keep your touches light and shallow, following them up with gentle pressure along her swollen clit.

"He didn't even care to.." she admitted, letting out a small hum when you began to suck. Small goosebumps formed all across her otherwise smooth milky skin.

"Stupid man..." you retorted, diving into her pussy once more.

"Very," she agreed, holding your hair behind your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you happily lapped at her cunt. "You're much.." she let out a small hum as you sucked harder. "Much better."

Her words drove you crazy. You gazed up at the woman through your lashes, knowing that your eye contact would drive her crazy too. As it always did.

Her lips fell agape as she peered down at you, letting out a shaky breath when a finger easily slipped past her entrance. Joan always started quiet, making you work to hear even just the slightest of noises from her.

You roll your tongue over her bud and elicit the smallest of hums from the woman. "Fuck.." she mumbled under her breath.

After inserting a second finger, the grip on your scalp grew rougher as she started slowly grinding her hips to match both the rhythm of your tongue and your fingers.

"Just like that, God I'm already close.." Joan was suffocating you between her pillowy thighs, chasing after her high.

"Come for me, Governor.." you told her. "You always taste so good on my tongue," you praised.

Her walls fluttered around your fingers as you repeatedly hit her spongey g-spot. You could barely breathe, but you were relentless, ensuring Joan got what she so desperately needed.

A husky, drawn out moan and warm liquid dripping down your fingers let you know Joan has finally reached her peak. The woman was panting above you, weight visibly lifting from her shoulders as you helped her ride out her high.

"Christ— you're always so good," she admitted, readjusting her shirt.

"I know," you smirked, placing one last kiss to her plush thigh before slowly removing your fingers from her.

"Always so smug too," she rolled her eyes. "Now you know the deal.." she handed you her handkerchief to wipe your face and hands which you accepted eagerly.

"Yes, yes... we've been over this multiple times before," you reassured Joan, handing her back her handkerchief.

"This is the last time, you know."

"Because I get out of here soon? Governor, that just means we can do this more freely. Unless you want to go back to fucking men who can't even make you come.." you shrugged.

Joan all but rolled her eyes, swiftly pulling her underwear and pants back up. "Don't get your hopes up," she stated as she tightened her belt back around her waist.

"Oh, I don't plan on it." You smirked devilishly, leaning yourself back on your hands. "See you on the outside, Gov'!" You chuckled as the woman left you without another word, only giving you one last glance with a familiar glint in her eye that told you that you definitely would.

Chapter 42: Dirty Minded - Emily Prentiss

"Time to get wet, baby," your lover said. You took hold of her outstretched hand, and slipped into the shower with her.

Your skin instantly soothes as you stand underneath the shower head that cascaded your body with hot, steamy water. You instantly relaxed with a quiet hum.

A shiver erupted in your body when Emily's slightly colder hand touched the bare skin above the upper swell of your breast.

"Now how exactly does a beautiful woman with a mind as filthy as yours ever get clean?" You chuckle at her wandering hands.

"No idea," she lied. "Maybe you could help me with that?" She tilted her head to the side as she smirked down at you.

You gasped when a hand slid between your thighs and cupped your pussy.

"But if not," she retreated her hand as fast as she put it there. "I could always just help myself," she shrugged, placing that same hand over her large breast.

You kiss her ferociously, pulling her tightly against your wet body. Emily chuckled into the kiss at your sudden eagerness. The older woman pushed you against the wall, sending a chill down your spine at the sudden coolness.

"Em..." you mumbled as her lips left yours to kiss along your jawline and nibble sweetly at your ear.

"I do need to get clean though," she whispers, before pulling away and wiggling her lavender scented body wash in your face.

"Let me wash you," you eagerly grabbed the body wash from her, with a giddy smile spread across your face.

"As you wish, Princess."

You rubbed your hands together, before lathering the soap onto Emily's milky white skin. Hands roamed over her lustrous hips, but your eyes still landed on her hair.

It was a darker grey from the wetness, and God did it look good on her. It was one of the things she was most insecure about, but your constant love and affection, all the praising words and hair playing was enough to win her over.

Your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush to your own body, and down to grab firmly at her generously built ass.

"How's this?" you asked, adoring the way her cheeks grew crimson. Whether it was from the heat or your ministrations, she looked beautiful.

"It's a good start, but..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip. Her hands find home across your chest, holding each breast with a firm grip. "If this is the type of shower we're having, you need to go lower," she stated with a smirk.

Your hands moved across her curves easily as you slickly made your way to her inner thighs. Fingers trailed lightly across the wet skin before drawing featherlight circles around her clit.

"So demanding..." you teased.

"You know you like it." Emily pressed her lips against yours, the first being gentle and light, yet she kept coming back for more. Each kiss grew rougher and sloppier as you remained playing with her.

She breathes a deep moan into your mouth as your hand easily slides around her button, adding pressure to her bundle of nerves as her tongue fights with yours for dominance.

She twines one leg around you, giving you better access and pulling you closer. The water was cascading heavily down your back, and you felt as if it was soaking into your skin from the heat of her body pressed tightly against yours.

"I'm...so...close," she announced between sloppy, wet, kisses.

Your digits only moved faster, allowing the older woman to feel how badly you wanted her to come undone. Her breathing was heavy as her forehead leaned against yours to catch some much needed air.

"Don't stop, baby..." she whispered. Emily was never one to beg, but when it came to intimate moments like this, she was too focused on her upcoming orgasm to care.

With one last circle of your fingers, Emily came with shaky legs. Her hands held a death grip onto your wet skin, holding herself upright as her legs become wobbly.

She was panting heavily, and your eyes couldn't help but adore the way her silver hair clung to her wet chest, stopping just at the upper-swell of her large breasts.

"I need you so bad.." she finally admitted after catching her breath, fingers kneading at your waist.

"Then take me," you bit your lip, before giving her one last peck onto her swollen lips.

Emily reached behind you to turn the water off, your eyes knitting in confusion. You had only assumed she would take you here, but your grey-haired lover had other plans.

She was slower to get out of the shower, ensuring her legs wouldn't give out on her as she wrapped herself up in a towel.

"I never said where or how I would take you, baby," she smirked devilishly. She held her hand out for you, which you happily took as you both eagerly dried yourselves off.

Clothes were long forgotten on the tile floors as Emily led you to your shared bedroom, only to roughly push you down onto the mattress, but not hard enough to hurt you.

You gasped at her sudden boldness, holding yourself up on your elbows as you watched her every move.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you watched her saunter over to the closet. The same closet that held all of the older woman's toys. Toys that she liked to use not only on herself, but mainly on you.

Your toes wiggled as you waited in anticipation, both excitement and lust coursing through your veins. You can hear rustling in the other room and you were eager to know why.

When Emily emerges, she has her hands held behind her back, hiding whatever it is she took from the closet.

"Are you ready for me, Princess?" She asked, sauntering towards you with an extra sway in hips.

"You know I'm always ready for you, Em."

Your cheeks flushed when she brought her hands from behind her back. One by one you saw a blindfold in one hand and a very large feather clutched in the other.

"Good," she said plainly. "Because now it's my turn to have fun with you." Emily made her way to the bed, easily straddling you, setting the feather down briefly to hold the blindfold in front of your face.

She only stopped her movements to await your consent, and with the eager nod of your head, her smirk grew wider as she pulled the silk blindfold over your eyes.

Emily firmly pushed you down by your chest, your back fully pushing against the mattress as you shivered in anticipation while you waited.

And waited.

"Em—" you gasped at the first delicate touch of the feather. With your eyesight gone, your other senses grew stronger.

You have no sight, quiet moans filled the room, and the touch of the feather gliding down your chest was electrifying.

"You like this, baby? I know it's been a while since we've played with either of these..." Her voice was deep, hungry, and you could only imagine how penetrating her gaze was on your quivering body.

"Ahh— yes! It's so good.." you wiggled your body from the ticklish touch of the feather.

You could just picture Emily above you. Naked. Partially wet. Grey hair framing her face as it slowly dried around her beautifully sculpted face.

You whined when the feather suddenly disappeared from your skin, only to be taken by warm lips. Her mouth followed the same trail the feather did.

You sucked in a sharp breath as her lips dipped lower...and lower..until finally she reached where you needed her most. Her tongue flicked over your sensitive clit, moving expertly in slow, languid circles.

You writhed, Emily having to hold you down by your thighs to keep you still as her mouth worked wonders on your cunt.

Your moans filled the room, occasionally being mixed with small hums from your lover as she devoured your pussy.

But as you felt yourself getting close, Emily suddenly pulled away, leaving you naked, panting, and whining from the loss of contact as you felt your release fade away.

"Em, please..." you whined, bucking your hips in hopes of her coming back.

"I can't let you come that quickly." She placed a sensual kiss on your thigh. "I don't want this to end just yet..."

"Em..." you groaned, trying, and failing, to rub your thighs together.

"Tell me what you want, then."

Unable to stand not being able to see the gorgeous being between your legs, you rip the blindfold from your face.

"I want you to eat my pussy while I can see your beautiful face and run my fingers through your hair. God, your hair drives me crazy," you sheepishly admitted.

"Does it now?" She teased your cunt once more with her thumb.

"Em— no more teasing!" You rested yourself back onto your elbows to get a better view of her. "Finish what you started, I can't wait anymore."

Emily let out a low chuckle at your stern behavior and impatience. Your eyes met hers, wide and filled with lust as she spread your legs farther to dive back into your pussy.

Fingers curled into slowly drying grey locks, holding the woman close by the back of her head as her tongue danced across your folds before she began sucking on your bundle of nerves once again.

Emily can feel you instantly quiver as your free hand tangled into the sheets while she expertly ate your pussy as if she was starving.

"Don't stop.." you begged, not tearing your gaze away from your lover who was gazing right back at you through her lashes.

As her mouth moved over your cunt, you caught sight of her hand leaving one of your thighs to dip between her own legs. Fingers slowly moved at her entrance before picking up speed.

Her moans soon mixed with yours. Emily's back arched ever so slightly, raising her ass further into the air and her face deeper between your thighs.

"Yes, Em, just like that— I'm so close!" You were a panting mess as you chased your release. And Emily was racing just behind you.

Your moans synchronized, both of you getting lost in the pleasure, and in the moment, everything seemed to fade away. The outside world was nonexistent. All you knew was pleasure.

With one last flick with her tongue and a hard suck to your clit, you came undone, thighs closing the gap between Emily's head to keep her in place as you rode out your high.

"Fuck, Em!" Your back arched off the bed as she lapped at your hole, letting out a series of moans of her own as she reached her own climax.

When Emily finally pulled back, a familiar smirk spread across her face as she licked her lips. You hummed as you admired your lover, messy grey hair, flushed milky skin, dilated pupils, and a very wet chin.

"Christ, come here," you beckoned her up by holding your hand out to her.

Emily nearly pounced on you, immediately straddling your hips. Her hands found yours, enveloping them in a tight hold with her fingers interlacing yours. Lips crashed in a much needed kiss, and a deep moan forcing its way into Emily's mouth as you tasted yourself along her dominant tongue.

"We're going to need to take an actual shower, baby," she said after breaking the kiss to collapse onto the bed next to you.

Her arms immediately wrapped around you, and you couldn't help but hum contently. She pulled you close, holding you possessively while your fingers immediately went to play with her silvery hair.

"I don't think I'm done with you just yet," you smirked at your lover with a newfound fire in your eyes.

"Oh?" she lifted a high brow. "What did you have in mind?" Emily asked, cheekily lowering her hand to firmly grasp your ass.

"Well...." you drew out, slowly removing your fingers from her hair to slide down her body to wrap your hand around a large tit. "It's easier if I just show you..."

You lean forward to kiss Emily fiercely and passionately on the mouth, teeth grazing over her plump bottom lip before biting down.

Her moans of pleasure soon filled the room, echoing off the walls long into the night as you showed her exactly what you had planned to do to her.

Chapter 43: Naked In Manhattan - Wanda Maximoff

Both you and Wanda were on the way home from a press event, sitting in comfortable silence with your head laid firmly against her shoulder.

Wanda leaned impossibly closer, giving the top of your head a sweet and tender kiss. You hummed when she tilted your head to plaster kisses along your entire face.

You couldn't help but giggle at the attack of kisses, cheeks instantly growing a shade darker, as they always did from her affection. Wanda was careful to pull your hair, forcing your face to hers to place a passionate kiss to your lips.

"What's got you all touchy feely?" you playfully questioned.

"You're just so gorgeous, I can't keep my hands to myself," she admitted, gazing at you lovingly. The redness in her eyes grew brighter as you tugged on her suit jacket and lowered your voice.

"Then don't..." you teased. Wanda groaned at your tone. She wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there, but the limo was far too public for her liking.

"We'll take the private elevator up. I don't want anybody interrupting us."

You captured Wanda's mouth on your own, starting soft but quickly turning feverish. Air was nonexistent until you two had to break away to leave the confinements of the car.

Holding hands all the way to the elevator, Wanda's heels clicked and clacked with every passing second, clearly impatient waiting for the elevator to come to the bottom floor.

Wanda practically drags you inside the elevator, only giving you enough time to press the button you need for the penthouse before her lips are on yours.

Knowing the elevator would lead straight to your penthouse, Wanda was quick with unbuttoning your blouse in record speed. Once your chest was visible, her lips left yours to roam down your neck.

Your back was pressed against the cold tiled wall as your grip on the woman grew stronger.

The ding of the elevator had Wanda's hands grip at the back of your thighs to carry you in her arms into your shared penthouse.

"Need you so bad..." you whined, tugging at her jacket. "Need your clothes off.."

"Yes, ma'am," Wanda smirked, hastily making her way to the bedroom to set you atop the mattress.

You whipped off your shirt as Wanda took off her own, and you couldn't help but take in every inch of her. Her body was perfect.

She was perfect.

Her own gaze was hungry as she stripped herself from her pants and took a daring step closer to you.

Your hands immediately reached for her, running them up and down the length of her body, drawing a fine line over her freckled skin.

Wanda is quick to pull at your own bottoms, to leave both of you in your underwear. The redhead straddles your lap to attack your neck. Your head instantly lulls back to give her more access.

You snap at the waistband of her underwear, smirking as she lets out a small groan.

"Get the strap," you demanded. "I want you to fuck me with your strap, please.."

"Such a naughty little thing," Her eyes darkened at your words as she gave you one last peck on the lips before pushing herself off you to grab the strap from the nightstand.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?" She smirked, before tightening the strap around herself. The crimson toy matched the glow in her eyes, and you knew exactly what was coming.

"Yes.. that's exactly what I wanted, now come here," you beckoned her over. Your head fell flat against a plush pillow as Wanda crawled her way back up your body.

"You little minx.." Wanda's hands gripped behind your back, freeing your tits from your nude bra so she could palm them. Her thumbs circled your nipples until they peaked for her.

You drew in a sharp breath when her strap rubbed against your still clothed pussy. Wanda admired the way your chest rose and fell in anticipation.

"But you're mommy's little minx, isn't that right, baby?" She asked you, spreading your legs widely for her so she can slip your panties down your legs.

"Mhmm," All words were lost, completely vanishing when her fingers brushed your center.

"And so wet for me already," she chuckled, before letting one slender finger slide in your hole.

Wanda started tortuously slow, letting her finger glide in and out of you at the slowest pace imaginable.

"Mommy.." you bucked your hips, needing more than what she was currently giving you. "I need you.."

"I know you do, baby but I need to warm you up first," she reassured you. "You're so tight.." Ginger locks tickled your face when Wanda leaned in to give you a quick but tender kiss on the lips.

When she felt you relax more, a second finger slipped inside you. "Oh God," your back arched from the bed. "Feels so good..."

"You're doing so good for me," Wanda cooed. She peppered your face with gentle kisses as her fingers worked wonders on your core.

"Wanda, please..." you begged, tucking her stray crimson locks behind her ears. "Just fuck me already!" You pouted into the kiss as her fingers slipped out of you to line her toy up to your entrance.

"Your wish is my command," she took hold of her length, spreading your wetness across the tip of her toy before slowly pushing inside you.

"Fuck, you're so damn right around mommy's cock.." she groaned. Her eyes shined a bright crimson as she enchanted her strap.

She could feel your tight pussy grip her long cock as she pushed deep inside of you. "Oh— please— go faster..." Your legs wrapped around Wanda's waist, holding her flush against your body as she rocked her hips.

Wanda did as you commanded, slowly picking up her pace until she was pounding into you with such speed and precision that both of you were moaning loudly.

Her hands slid into your own, interlacing her fingers tightly with yours as she held your hands just beside your head. Red tendrils circled both of your wrists as Wanda used her magic to bind the two of you together.

The room filled with pornographic moans as you felt the redhead fucking you deeply, and Wanda feeling just how wet, warm, and tight you were around her with each thrust.

You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge with each thrust and grunt the witch made. "Like this?" She asked, lips hovering next to your ear.

"Yes...God, yes!" Her lips moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh. You couldn't wait any longer and found yourself clenching tightly around her glowing cock as you came hard.

"Fuck, baby that feels so good," she groaned. Your nails dug into her back as she fucked you through your high.

Your breathing was ragged, but a burst of energy ran through your veins as lust took complete control over your body. In one fluid motion, you expertly flip the two of you over to have you straddling Wanda.

The new position let Wanda hit deeper inside of your pussy as you bottomed her out with ease. Wanda was shocked at your sudden urgency to ride her cock, but her hands were quick to guide your hips.

"Come inside me, mommy," you beckoned.

You sank down onto her with a heavy thrust, earning a plethora of moans from the redhead as she watched you intently.

"You want mommy to fill you up, huh?" She asked through a series of moans as she bucked her hips up to meet you. Her glowing eyes couldn't help but stare at your tits bouncing heavenly in her face.

"Yes, mommy... fill me, please!" Your own hands fell to her shoulders to keep you steady as you rocked on her length.

"That's my good girl... taking mommy's cock so well," you cooed, fingers kneading at the soft flesh upon your hips. "Mommy is going to fill you up," she said.

Wanda moaned with pleasure as she thrusted deeply, matching the rhythm you had set for yourself. Her hands moved to cup your ass to steadily increase the tempo.

You reaching up to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your hardened nipples was the last straw for Wanda. A string of curses fell past her lips as the pleasure surged through both her and you.

"Fuck, baby... you're so beautiful.." Wanda filled you with her thick, warm come as she pulled you into a deep kiss. The two of you reel together as you come in sync.

Your whole body shook as you spasmed, while Wanda stilled before gently pulling herself out of you. You couldn't help but whine from the emptiness but Wanda only let out another moan as she watched your mixed come drop out of your used hole.

"Are you okay, my love?" She asked, using her wispy red magic to make the strap disappear.

"Mhm," was all you were able to get out, and Wanda helped you lay down on your side, seeing how spent you were.

Your body shook but your smile remained huge as your lover tucked your hair behind your ear and gave your sweaty forehead a loving kiss. Wanda always made your heart swoon at the tender moments, even just after rough sex.

"Mommy's gonna clean you up now so we can cuddle and get some sleep, okay?" She asked, holding her crimson palm towards your body.

With a nod of your head, Wanda used her experienced magic to clean both of you off before her eyes lost their signature red hue.

Wanda pulled you close, your leg instantly tangling with hers as she held you to her chest. Your eyes were quick to flutter, and Wanda let out a small giggle at your lashes tickling her chest.

"Get some sleep, baby." Her fingers gently ran through your hair to soothe you.

The last thing you remembered was the beautiful sound of her humming a lullaby to help lure you into a deep sleep.

Chapter 44: Jealousy - Joan Ferguson

You were confused as to why Vera had ushered you to the Governor's office so soon after you were just outside in the yard. The authoritative figure only called you in if she needed information, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened in which information would need to be given.

Your stomach churned when after a few hasty knocks, Vera announced your presence before the Governor herself sent the deputy off for the rest of the night.

Hands fidgeted in front of you as you stood behind the now closed door, unmoved. Big, brown eyes were watching you like a hawk as the older woman stood tall next to her desk.

"Come here," she demanded, arms folded over her chest.

She looked slightly annoyed, and to your knowledge, you hadn't done anything wrong or withheld vital information from her. Yet you still did as you were told, and walked until you were mere inches from her, eyes cast down in obedience.

A surprised gasp came from you when Joan grabbed a fistful of your shirt and pulled you flush against her body. Your hands involuntarily grasped at her hips to steady yourself as you finally locked eyes with the woman.

You took her all in, hair slightly disheveled as if her fingers were running through it constantly, ruining her usually perfect bun. Her eyebrows were knitted together, and her lips were formed into a small frown.

Those who didn't know her, would just assume she was acting her usual self. But you...well, you knew her more intimately, and knew something was clearly bothering her.

"What have I told you about Franky Doyle?" She asked, finally speaking out.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, not expecting her to bring up the brunette. "I— what?" You shook your head.

"Do not play dumb with me, slut. Answer my question. And answer it now." Her grip on your shirt merely tightened, and you knew moving would be impossible with her deathly grip.

"You told me to stay away from her..." you answered after a moment, recalling her previous words.

She had not asked you, but demanded you to stay away from her, knowing you were just Franky's type and not wanting the woman to lay her hands on you.

After all, Joan was never one to share her toys.

"And have you? Been staying away from her?" She knowingly asked, lifting a high brow.

"No, Governor..." you sheepishly lowered your eyes, cheeks growing a deep crimson at your confession.

"Such an attention seeking little whore.." she spat. "I leave for two days and this is what I come back to? You getting all handsy with her?!"

"I'm sorry..." you apologized, looking back at her with big, puppy dog eyes. "I won't do it again, Governor. I promise." Your hands gently stroked her wide hips, in hopes of soothing the woman.

That was a little trick of yours. You had quickly found out that Joan melted at your touch. Your soft, sweet, and tender touches would always ease her stress, and you used it to your advantage.

"Let me make it up to you." Your lashes fluttered as your hands eagerly wandered to her belt buckle.

"Someone's a little impatient," she noted, visibly relaxing as your hands crept under her shirt to touch her bare stomach.

"Can you blame me? Watching you get all hot and bothered with jealousy is kind of hot.." you admitted, digits roaming across her smooth skin. "Besides, I missed you so much these past few days. A girl needs some attention around here."

"Always such a little slut for attention," she growled, taking your lower lip between her teeth and tugging. Joan had no choice but to sink into your smaller figure, finally giving in to her desires.

She needed you just as much as you needed her. And yes, it was wrong. But God, did it feel so good.

Her tongue swept across your bottom lip to soothe her harsh bite as she took full dominance over your lips. Her kiss was demanding, and this time you felt yourself melting into her touch, allowing yourself to hum quietly when her hands groped your breasts.

"But Franky doesn't touch you as well as I do, now does she?" She husked against your lips, and you merely shook your head.

You hastily unbutton her shirt, needing to feel more of her. Joan would normally punish you for actions like this, but knowing how pathetically needy you were for her, she would allow it.

And when a hand found itself shoved into your pants, while the other gripped at the back of your neck, subtle moans fell past your lips as she touched all the right places.

"And she doesn't get the joys of fucking your pretty little pussy, isn't that right, slut?" She nipped at your lower lip once more.

"N-No, Governor!" You whined pathetically against her lips as you arched your back and gripped the cold wood of her desk behind you.

Joan tugged at the fabric of your clothes, only pulling apart for long enough to strip you free and leave you bare in front of her.

"You're mine. Do I make myself clear?" You gasp when Joan lifts you atop her desk, then kneels before you.

Your gaze is settled entirely on her, licking your lips at her unbuttoned shirt that showed off her perfect chest. Her eyes were blown out, and your fingers tugged at her messy hair in deliberation.

"Yes, Governor.. I'm all yours," You watch the movements of her tongue and quiver as she eagerly strokes up and down your folds.

You let out a quiet moan as you watched the woman shoving her face between your legs to devour your pussy like it was your last meal.

"Just like that, Gov. Taste me. Touch me."

You buck your hips as her tongue explores every inch of your cunt. Joan couldn't stay mad, not with you. You were her kryptonite. Her weakness. And she never thought she'd see the day where she would have any.

Just as Joan was to pay attention to your aching clit, the lights suddenly went out. You gasped at not only being surrounded by darkness, but the fact that Joan didn't stop.

Her movements only increased as she lapped at every inch of your pussy, licking a strip up your folds to then suck at your clit.

"G-Gov, the lights!" You moaned, but still didn't dare to move.

Joan chuckled between your thighs. The vibrations went straight to your core, forcing your back to arch as you threw a leg over her shoulder.

"And just like that, my little slut. Nobody will bother us for the rest of the night." You felt her smirk.

Even as the darkness enveloped both of you, Joan didn't let that stop her from finishing what she had planned to do to you. It was exactly what she was waiting for.

With everyone gone for the night, she now had a renewed determination to fuck you senseless. As a whine fell past your lips from her tongue leaving your cunt, Joan began to leave a fiery line of kisses on your thigh.

She was teasing you. Wanting to take her time with you.

You were sure your arousal was dripping down onto her wooden desk for you to clean up after, knowing Joan always made you clean up after yourself.

You let yourself relax as she explored your lower half, bracing your palms flat against the mahogany behind you.

"Fuck, you're so hot," you moaned out as Joan licked a strip up your core once more. "Fuck my pussy, Governor. It's all yours."

Her tongue circled your clit and decided now was the time to stop holding herself back. Joan's head dove between your spread thighs once more, using her tongue to ravage your pussy.

With Joan's strong hands holding you still, your head fell back as a string of moans filled the quiet room. The woman was greedy, stroking her tongue long and hard against your cunt. Hips bucked wildly.

"God, you taste so good," she hummed between kitten licks.

Both of you lost track of time as Joan, was working your body, and you were a moaning mess atop her desk. Every stroke of her tongue ignited a fire deep within you, heating you up from the inside out. Beads of sweat formed along your hairline as you chased your climax.

Heavy footsteps snaked you out of your thoughts, head whipping towards the door with wide eyes. You knew Joan had heard it when she sucked harder, only eliciting louder moans from you that you had to cover with a hand over your mouth.

"Be fucking quiet," she seethed, tightening her grip around your thighs so hard that would for sure leave marks in the future.

You jerk to move, but Joan's grip on you was deathly. She was going to finish what she started, no matter the cost.

You're on the edge and Joan can tell by your leg spasms. Your moans were muffled, but still loud, and your heart was thumping in your chest as you watched feet pass under the door, luckily not stopping.

As much as you knew you should've stopped, the thrill of them walking in sent you completely over the edge. Your body rocked into Joan's as you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Fuck!" You whined into your hands, legs merely closing in on Joan's head as she didn't let up on her tongue.

Taking your lower lip in your teeth, Joan ate your pussy through your orgasm as you came along her tongue. Hard.

You barely managed to hold back your cry as you shuddered. Body clenching over and over again as Joan swallowed every bit of come that came leaking out of your pussy.

Your body sagged against the desk, completely spent from your climax, and Joan hummed in approval before wiping her glistening chin with the back of her hand.

"Fucking janitors..." she mumbled, "Remind me to fire them for staying so late."

You hummed, and Joan couldn't help but let her lips twitch into a smirk as she finally took in your state.

Your legs were shaking, breathing was heavy, and sweat trickled down your forehead as you leaned against her wooden desk.

"What's so funny?" You asked, as Joan stood up and wrapped her arms around you.

"The fact that I know Franky could never fuck you like I do," she hovered over your lips.

You couldn't help but to playfully roll your eyes at her words. "Still on about Franky, huh?" You teased. "Jealous over little old me? I'm flattered," you smiled, pulling the woman in to a deep, lustrous kiss.

"Don't get cocky," she said, pulling your hair back and eliciting a sinful moan from you. "Now hurry up and get dressed, you still have a cell to get back to."

You heavily sighed, hopping off the desk, and surprisingly not falling on your face thanks to Joan's firm grip on your hip to keep you standing.

"What about you? It's my turn to take care of you," you asked, quickly pulling your clothes back on your body.

"I can take care of myself," she smirked, knowing the image she just put in your head at your dramatic groan.

You crossed your arms and stood rather impatiently at her door as she quickly fixed herself up in her mirror, the smirk not leaving her face at your dramatics.

Joan was nothing but a tease and a jealous woman, but she was loyal. And you knew she would wait however long it took for you to get out so she could take you wherever she pleased.

Chapter 45: How To Please A Woman - Portia Featherington

A series of muffled grunts followed by a familiar voice spewing expletives stopped you in your tracks on the way back towards your bedchambers.

Your ear couldn't help but press against the cold mahogany door in curiosity. You had been living with the Featherington's for months now, as you were fortunate enough to have such an honorary family introduce you to the Ton.

The well known door you were lurking behind was one you had always had to pass in order to get back to your room. The occasional noises could be heard from within, but there was something about the noises tonight that stole your attention. Lady Featherington sounded... different.

There was a loud groan followed by an object clattering to the floor. Your first thought was she was in distress, and instead of knocking, you rushed into her room to ensure she was okay.

Your feet stopped in their tracks as you entered her bedchambers, eyes immediately widening at the sight in front of you.

Portia was sprawled out against the mattress, legs wide open, and a hand between her thighs. A candle lying on the floor next to her bed, let you know what had been knocked over.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a soft velvety voice called your name. You averted your eyes, but the crimson spreading across your face was prominent.

You had just caught Portia in her most intimate state. You should've turned around and ran, yet you stood still. Unmoved.

"Apologies, Lady Featherington! I-I heard a noise a-and thought you needed assistance... I was clearly wrong," you cleared your voice. "I shall forget I saw anything and leave you to—"

"Darling, I'm actually glad you're here," she admitted. "I could... use a bit of help. Close the door, would you?" she asked nonchalantly, clearly unphased by your sudden intrusion.

"I—uh, yes o-of course," you shut the heavy door behind you, eyes still training onto the plush carpet under your bare feet.

"Come here," she insisted.

Your mind was racing. You should be leaving. Not stepping towards the large bed that had the half-naked woman lying graciously across.

"Uhm.." you hesitated, clasping your hands together in front of you. "What do you need?"

"Well firstly, if you are going to speak to me I shall expect you to look at me as you do so." Her voice was rich and gentle, yet firm and demanding.

Your gaze left your feet, to eye the woman in front of you, finally looking her in the eye.

"Good girl," she said. You couldn't help but pull your bottom lip between your teeth at her praise. The small action not going unnoticed by the redhead. "I'm in a bit of a... dilemma. I need you to help me, darling."

"Help with...?" You trailed off, eyes knitting in visible confusion.

Portia couldn't help but chuckle at your innocence, whether it was purposeful or not. It was intriguing to her.

"I've been at this for hours," she said bluntly, fingers moving once more between her legs. "But, I just can't seem to..."

"Finish..." you ended her sentence for her, eyes dancing with your own curiosity as it dawned on you what she wanted you to do.

"Precisely, and since I know you're such a kind, young, beautiful woman yourself, I can only presume that you would be willing to help another woman when she's in need."

You stood there shocked, mouth slightly agape at her words. Not only did she call you beautiful, something you only ever called her, but she not only wanted you to help her come, she needed you to.

"Or was I wrong to assume such things?" she asked, noting your clear hesitation.

"No!" You reassured her. "I-It's just that I— well I've never—" you stopped yourself with a shake of your head, visible worry written across your features.

"Never what, dear? Tell me..."

"I've never... pleased another woman before..let alone uhm- well, myself." you sheepishly admitted, cheeks turning an even darker shade of crimson.

"Ah," she smirked, finally understanding. "Come here and let me teach you then." She urged you forward with her pointer finger wiggling in a come hither motion.

You gulped nervously before following her small demand, settling yourself on your knees atop the mattress at her feet.

"Good girl," she praised. "Let mommy teach you everything she knows." You couldn't help but press your thighs together at the name she gave herself. "So, you've pleasured yourself before then?"

"I-I mean I've tried..." you shook your head, cheeks growing hot from embarrassment.

"It's normally quite easy," she reassured you, guiding your wrist towards her throbbing sex. "Just a matter of finding what you like."

The first touch of your fingers across her warm, wet pussy ignited a new fire in you. A fire filled with desire and determination. To please the woman to your heart's content.

She guided your hand so your digits ran across her rosey folds. "I'll guide you the entire time, darling." She reassured you, before letting your hand go. "Just listen to mommy's words, can you do that for me, darling?"

Your head nodded frantically. The heart in your chest was beating rapidly, whether that be from nerves or excitement, it was unsure. Fingers circled the woman's clit, and when the first moan escaped the redhead, your movements became more frantic so you can hear more.

"Just like that." Her grip on your wrist was firm and demanding, yet gentle and reassuring. "You're doing great for me."

The praise was driving you insane. And Portia could tell. Each kind word coming from her grew the crimson on your cheeks a shade darker. And the pushing of your thighs together was painfully obvious.

"Now insert yourself," she calmly demanded, to which you knitted your eyebrows in visible confusion.

"I-Insert myself where?" Your movements massively slowed, not wanting to stop pleasuring the woman, but enough for her to let out a small laugh at your expression.

"Oh, darling.. I'm going to have so much fun with you," she smirked devilishly. The hand on your wrist slid to your fingers to guide your digits to her seeping hole.

"Pleasing a woman is very delicate. What you were doing was great, but inserting yourself here..." she inserted a finger into herself. "Is so much better."

You nodded your heads at her words, taking in everything she was saying. Embedding everything in your brain.

"Now curve— Fuck—" a moan fell past her crimson lips as your fingers curved inside her. The spongey spot felt unfamiliar but clearly was making her feel good.

"Like this?" You asked innocently, watching her face contort with what you hoped was pleasure.

"Y-Yes, baby! Just like that! You're doing so good for me. Such a quick l-learner," she cooed.

You instinctively moved your fingers faster after hearing sinful moans growing in pleasure coming from the redhead. Her head fell back against the plush pillows, one hand gripping at the headboard while the other controlled your wrist movements.

Her pussy squelched as you finger fucked her, all other sounds disappear besides her moans and her wet pussy. "God, I needed you!"

Her back arched and her legs shook as she came faster than she thought she was going to. Portia screamed your name out like a prayer, no longer caring about being quiet.

Her pussy squirted, drenching the hand that fucked her, and shocking you in the process. But you kept going, moving your fingers in a come hither motion like she instructed.

"Christ!" Her legs shook rapidly, letting herself succumb to her orgasm.

"I'm sorry—" you started to apologize but Portia immediately disagreed. "No, baby— oh my god-" The grip on your hand was deathly, ensuring to leave a bruise in the near future.

Portia couldn't control her body anymore, finding herself coming again so shortly after her first and letting out a silent scream.

Her bed was wet, your arm was wet, nightgown wet, and you couldn't have been more turned on by the fact that you were the cause of it.

Her legs closed against you, and she forcibly pulled your hand out of her leaking cunt. "Okay, okay, baby. I can't— fuck, I can't anymore." Portia's body spasmed, and all you could do was rub soothing lines across her milky skin.

You sat on your knees, quietly observing the mess of a woman in front of you. You were unsure what to do next, as Portia's eyes were glued to the now see-through top of your gown from the wetness.

Your own eyes couldn't help but admire her swollen, pink pussy that was still dripping in front of you. Your tongue darted to moisten your lips, and Portia's gaze grew dark.

She had officially corrupted you. Took away part of your innocence. Turned you into a woman pleaser. And she only wanted to show you more of what you were missing.

And she had planned to do that, but first she needed to relieve you of your own neediness as your thighs were obviously rubbing together to create friction.

The night ahead was about to be very, very long.

Chapter 46: Into The Woods - Brienne of Tarth

You found yourself shivering. The air was partially crisp, the fire was crackling and canceling out the cold. But neither was the cause.

It was the woman sitting next to you.

Brienne had a stick in one hand poking at the fire while the other rested comfortably on the top of your thigh. You have never felt more at home with someone, and these past few weeks only had you falling harder.

She was strong, beautiful, and courageous. She was your protector. Your savior. How could you not fall for somebody that was so perfect?

"Brienne," you called out to her quietly.

A small hum could be heard in response as her gaze fixated on the crackling fire ahead.

"Everything I thought I knew about people and emotions can't help me describe my reaction to being with you right now." You twiddle your thumbs, finally admitting to what you had been feeling towards the knight.

"Maybe you should stop overthinking then," she simply stated, squeezing your thigh once more before tossing the stick to the side. Her gaze flicked back to you, and your heart stopped.

Her crystal blue eyes were bright from the light of the fire. Flames danced in her orbs as she admired your own beauty. Your nervousness was prominent. And Brienne's heart swelled at your behavior.

It was now or never.

Your eyes fell to her lips as you listened to her words. The small action didn't go unnoticed as Brienne's own lips were on yours in a mere instant, finally breaking the barrier.

They were as soft as you had always imagined. The softness of her lips contrasted the tough bravado she had always carried. And boy, was it welcomed.

Her body interlaced with yours, and you felt yourself immediately melting into her sensual touch.

The sweet taste of the fruity wine she had drank earlier still lingered on her tongue as she welcomed yours, entwining it with her own.

"Help me think less," you pleaded between kisses.

"I can definitely help with that," she husked.

"Oh, is that so?" You quirked a playful brow. "Prove it to me then. Distract me, Brienne."

"Careful what you wish for, Princess." The night flashed a mischievous grin as she let her hands roam across your body.

The chill from the air was long forgotten as warmth spread throughout your body from her touch. She cupped your breasts, bringing your nipples to a hard point through your thin dress.

You bit your lower lip, allowing her hands to cup you so freely. But you still wished to feel her touch against your soft, bare skin.

"Is this working?" She asked, teasing your breasts.

You nodded your head, as Brienne took her time in removing each article of clothing from your body. You were thankful she had blankets, as you leaned back on your hands to allow the knight more room to press a kiss to every inch of revealed skin.

Your panties were all that were left. "Oh..." you hummed, as her lips grazed your nipple.

"Oh?" She tilted her head, "I guess it's not working..." Brienne began to pull away, but with a forceful tug on her shirt, she wasn't able to get far.

"It's working! Please...keep going," you pleaded.

Brienne gently laid you back against the rather thin but soft blanket. Her mischievous smirk was still plastered on her face as she lowered herself.

Her teeth grazed your skin before finding the elastic of your underwear and pulling it back with a snap. You gasped at the sensation. She was being bold.

"Is this okay?" She asked, referring to your underwear.

"Yesss..." you wiggled your hips at the woman.

She slowly slid your underwear off, leaving you completely exposed in front of her. The light from the fire exposed your glistening core as Brienne took in every inch of you.

"I need to see you too.." You admitted, pulling at her top.

In a quick, fluid motion, Brienne nearly ripped her clothes off her body, and tossed them aside. Your gaze couldn't help but burn into her body, looking over each muscle and slope across her milky skin.

Your breath caught in your throat as you drank every inch of her in. She was truly a work of art. Her muscles flexed under your gaze. You internally groaned as you ached for her touch. To have her feel you, while you did the same and roamed her body.

"Tell me, Princess. What are you thinking now?" She asked, quirking a brow with a grin.

Brienne hovered over you, her breasts tickling the top of your own chest, awaiting a response. You could feel your heart beating rapidly, and you were sure Brienne could feel the same with how close she was.

"Brienne..." you whined.

Brienne tsked, shaking her head. "Answer me. What are you thinking in that beautiful head of yours right now?"

"You, Brienne." The heat of her body was making you sweat, but her hard gaze was making you shiver. "Only you..."

Happy with your answer, Brienne closed the distance. She rewarded you with a long, sweet, but commanding kiss. Her tongue was quick to dance with yours, easily winning the fight for domination.

"Good," she husked against your lips. Brienne closed the distance once again, cupping your cheeks with her calloused hands as her lips met yours in a deep, lingering kiss.

You felt as if you were on a cloud, but the ground beneath you was hard as Brienne laid you down fully on your back to straddle your smaller body.

The scent of flowers and woods invaded your senses as the two of you laid together. Brienne propped herself above you, hands landing next to your head as she took in the sight of your naked body beneath her.

"You're so beautiful." Brienne dragged a finger from your plump bottom lip, down your abdomen, to the curve of your inner thigh. She was close, daringly close. But it wasn't close enough for your liking.

You wiggled beneath her, visibly growing impatient to her daring touches. "You're just teasing me now, Brienne... please," you whined.

"No, Princess..." She hovered her lips dangerously close to yours before pulling away. "This is teasing.." Her lips followed the same trail of her finger, placing loving kisses down your body before reaching your hips.

She kissed the curve, before working her way inwards. Brienne hovered just above your cunt, taking in your soaked exterior. You could feel the ghost of her breath tickling your skin.

Growing impatient with her teasing, you cupped the back of her head. Your legs opened wider for her as you propped your legs over her shoulders to completely open yourself to the knight.

Brienne groaned at the first taste of you. You gasped as her tongue trailed along every ridge and valley. Your knight lapped against your core in thrilling, skillful circular patterns.

She hummed as she sat between your legs, and your back arched far off the blanket. Your fingers dug into her short, blonde hair as her tongue worked hard to please you.

It was easy for her to glide across your core, dipping down to play with your hole, before going back up again to your clit. She was memorizing your pussy like a map. Taking in every moan and sharp gasp as she ate you out.

"God's, Brienne!" You clamped your pussy along her tongue as it invaded your seeping, needy hole.

Her tongue then flicked at your button, causing another moan to fall past your lips. Brienne was drinking it all in as you easily became a whimpering mess. She flicked her tongue from side to side, before circling in dizzying motions that had your vision going blurry and had you seeing stars.

You could've come right on the spot after she said your name, looking up at you with her big, blue eyes as she sat between your legs eating your pussy like she was starving.

Brienne sucked on your most sensitive spot, her big, strong hands firmly gripped at your hips to not only hold you still, but to allow herself to bury her head deeper.

You were moaning freely, as the knight sat comfortably into the embrace of your thighs. Your body quivered and jerked from her tongue, completely at her mercy as you hurtled towards your release.

"B-Brienne!" The woman knew just how to please you, expertly alternating between flicking her tongue and sucking on your clit.

You cried out as you came along her tongue, thighs involuntarily squeezing against her head, nearly suffocating the woman. She slowed her movements, allowing you to ride out your high for as long as needed.

Brienne lapped up every bittersweet drop from your orgasm. Her fingers kneaded at your hips to soothe your shaking thighs. You swore you saw stars when Brienne was finally able to squeeze out of your thighs.

"What are you thinking about now, Princess?" She coyly asked, wiping her glistening mouth with the back of her hand.

You were panting heavily, "I—" you could barely muster a word, head shaking as your mouth and brain weren't corresponding with each other.

The knight chuckled deeply, moving herself up your body to be face to face once more with you.

"Well," she smirked. "Doesn't look like you're thinking at all." Her lips were on yours once more, and you couldn't help the next sinful moan that you mumbled into her mouth as you tasted yourself along her tongue.

Her plan had definitely worked.

Chapter 47: The Freak Unleashed - Joan Ferguson

You were buried between your lover's legs. Your favorite place to be. Pleasuring her to your heart's content. Tasting and savoring every single inch of skin.

Being between the woman's legs was your favorite place on Earth. There was nowhere else you'd rather be. Hearing her quiet moans of pleasure felt like Heaven in your ears. Playing over and over like a symphony.

You sucked on her most sensitive spot between her legs, earning another husky moan from your lover. You were buried deep between her thighs, flicking your tongue across her folds.

Your own cunt was dripping juices down your thighs as you ate her out. You were so turned on, and a complete wet mess yet your love hadn't even touched you yet.

You were in charge. Or so you thought.

Joan had already come twice along your tongue, and to be honest she was loving every second of it. But she had you right where she wanted you. Tongue deep in her pussy, thinking you had the upper hand. Thinking the night would be all about her.

But the truth was, it was only half of what she wanted. A bit of stress relief. But she needed you. To taste you. To feed her desires and hunger.

In one swift, sharp pull to your hair, the woman pulled you roughly up her body. "Joan!—" you gasped at her sudden boldness, not expecting her to be rough tonight.

Joan's breathing was heavy. The woman had never been more turned on. Seeing you go from being 'in charge' to wide-eyed submissive in a matter of seconds was sexy. Joan was yearning for more.

She grabbed your hips, rolling you onto your back so she could straddle your waist. Her hands took hold of your own, pinning them tightly above your head.

"My turn, baby," she smirked wickedly. "You're mine now."

"But— it was supposed to be me in charge tonight!" You whined.

"Did you really think I would let you, my sweet little submissive princess, be in charge?" She chuckled. "I had you right where I wanted you the entire time."

You let out a faux pout. Joan was loving every second. She ignored your bratty behavior to kiss a path down your jawline, along your neck, and down your chest.

"Oh!" Joan captured your nipple in her mouth, her tongue coaxing the bud into a point. Your back immediately arched, and your lover knew you were putty in her hands.

Your moans immediately filled the air as she suckled your bud. Hands were quick to fly to her hair, pushing her face farther into your chest. But the second they did, Joan let go of your nipple with a 'pop'.

Hands grabbed at your wrists once more, holding them above your head and forcibly keeping them in place. "Don't move," she commanded.

Usually, the older woman wouldn't mind your fingers scratching at her scalp. But tonight, she wanted to have her fun. To play with you. To fuck you senseless.

While you couldn't do anything about it.

You did as she said, keeping your hands still as she slid off your frame, to pull something from the bedside drawer. You shivered with excitement when you saw her hands holding rope.

Joan was quick to bound your hands together before expertly wrapping the whole around the headboard to pin you into place. She tugged to confirm you could move before her smirk came back.

"Perfect." You were officially bound and at her mercy. The same spot you never thought you'd see yourself in tonight.

Her plan had worked perfectly.

"Just how I like my little Princess..." Your doe eyes bore into her own as she snaked her way down your body once more. Joan placed numerous kisses along your skin.

"And so wet for me," she said, running a finger through your slick. You whined and bucked your hips, needing more. More of Joan.

She braced herself on her knees, lifting her ass in the air as she leaned forward to lick a strip up your folds. She explored the ridges and valleys, taking her time in working you up even more.

"Joan!" You whined, when she only paid attention to the lower half of your pussy. "Please..."

"Begging already? That's a new record," she teased.

You tugged against the restraints, and Joan couldn't help but chuckle. Knowing exactly what you were wanting. You wanted to tangle your fingers in her hair to pull her closer. But with the restraints, you could only use your words, as your body was no longer your own to handle.

"Joan, baby, please!" Your wrists were already begging to be released as you tugged and pulled at your constraints.

"Since my little Princess has been asking so nicely..." Her fingers dug into your hips after she finally gave in to your whines and pleas. Her tongue circled your clit while two digits pushed deeply into your cunt.

Moans of pleasure soon greatly filled the room, as Joan's speed turned into an unrelenting tempo. The wet sounds of your pussy and your pornographic moans had Joan groaning into your pussy.

The vibrations on your clit immediately sent you spiraling over the edge. You had come faster than expected, but with all the teasing coming from your lover, she herself was not surprised.

Knowing one wouldn't suffice, she kept her grueling pace on your cunt. First allowing you to ride out your first orgasm as long as possible, but to allow you to chase after your second.

"S-Shit, Joan!" Your head fell back against the pillows as your head grew dizzy. Your body shook, wrists pulled, and legs threatened to close around your lover.

Feeling herself wanting to tease more, Joan hastily pulled away from you after feeling your pussy clench around her fingers. You were already so close, dangerously close, and you let out a loud whine when your lover came to straddle your hips.

Your chest heaved against her own, and Joan could feel your heartbeat pounding roughly in your chest. Her breasts were pushed deliciously against your own.

"P-Please. Please don't stop, I need you!" Your voice was raspy and weak as you gazed at her with glossy eyes and a large pout.

"How badly, baby?" She gave you a wicked smirk as she moved your hair off of your sweaty forehead and cupped your face.

"So..so bad.." you wiggling and bucking your hips, hoping your cunt would rub against her own. "Joan, my love, please!" You could feel tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

You were eager to not only please her, but to finish satisfying yourself. She hovered, and let out a dark, lustful laugh at your actions.

"Always so eager to touch me," she noted. You tugged again at your restraints as the first tear dropped down your cheek. "Does my poor little baby want to be free so we can come together? Would you like that?"

"Yes! Please, Joan!" You immediately responded, in which Joan reached up to release you of your restraints. Your hands went to fly to her body but she caught your wrists, examining the marks from your tugging.

"Does it hurt?" Her eyes softened as she noticed the darkening skin and rubbed her thumb in soothing motions.

"No, I'm okay," you reassured her. Her shift from dominating to worrying caused your heart to leap in your chest. Joan would never, ever, want to hurt you.

She let you go, allowing you the freedom to eagerly run your hands down her milky skin. All the way from her breasts, to her hips, and in between her plush thighs.

One hand grabbed at the muscles along her back while the other slipped between her thighs so your thumb could rub circles along her clit before shoving two fingers into her dripping center.

You were already bucking against her own digits that entered you, matching the pace of your own. "Oh, God!" Your nails dug into her back, causing Joan to groan from the mix of pain and pleasure.

She was moving herself up and down to match your fingers with every thrust. You spread your legs wide to accept her probing fingers. Your own hips bucked, matching her movements to meet each of her thrusts.

You both wanted to meet each other with every stroke. Moans of ecstasy filled the room as you both bounced against each other's hands.

Her head fell between the crook of your neck, muffling her moans while she sucked across your tender skin. She was sure to leave marks, but you wanted to hear her. Wanted to listen to her moans, grunts, and overall pornographic noises.

"I want to hear you, my love.." you pouted.

Joan playfully rolled her eyes, pushing herself away from your neck to sit up more straight. Her free hand gripped roughly at the headboard, causing creaks to be heard.

You hummed as your eyes hastily fell to her chest, watching her rather large breasts swaying in front of your face. Your lover noticed your gaze heavily set. She knew how much you loved to play with her boobs. And she herself loved when you did.

"Suck 'em, Princess," she urged you. "Suck on my tits."

You wasted no time in leaning your head forward, taking one breast in your mouth and swirling your tongue around a pink nipple.

"Yess... just like that," she cooed. Her head fell back with the mounting pleasure of you finger fucking her and sucking her breast. You were working hard to please your lover, and it was working.

The rhythm you both set reached a fever pitch, and you feel Joan clamp around your fingers. Your own pleasure was becoming too much, and you felt yourself close to the edge.

"Come with me, baby." She grunted, rocking her hips against your hand.

Your cries of pleasure were muffled against her boob as your release immediately washed over you. Joan came right after you, clutching the headboard with a deathly grip.

You could feel her juices dripping down your wrist as your own covered her slender digits. You were both panting messes, savoring the moment as you slowed your movements to elongate her orgasm.

"Fuck, baby.." Her hand left the bed to rummage through your messy hair.

You were muttering her name, pulling away from her tit, but tugging her erect nipple between your teeth as you went.

Your bodies were shaking as you collapsed into each other's arms. Chests rose and fell in unison, limbs tangled, and bodies became one. You closed your eyes, feeling fatigue instantly wash over you.

Joan nearly melted into you, both of you focusing on catching your breaths as you laid in a comfortable silence. The bed sank as you both enjoyed the comfort.

"Are you okay, my love?" She asked, gazing into your eyes with love and affection as a hand fell to your cheek. Everything else in the world felt like a million miles away compared to the woman, your lover, wrapped in your arms.

"More than okay.." you smiled tiredly. You were beyond fucked out, and Joan couldn't help but chuckle at you.

Her lips gently pressed against yours, engulfing you in the most loving, tender, bittersweet kiss before placing another kiss to the tip of your nose.

Your eyes grew heavy, and Joan hastily made her way to the bathroom to wet cloth with warm water and clean you up. She tossed the fabric aside to slide back into bed, taking your wrists in her hands to rub lotion against your darkened wrists.

"I love you..." you muttered, with a sweet smile.

Joan left the lotion on the bedside table, before pulling you into her arms once more. "I love you too, Princess... Now get some sleep, we'll take a nice warm shower after you've rested."

Her fingers ran through your hair, scratching at your scalp as you melted completely into her touch. You were happy. Fucked out, and in your lovers warm embrace.

Sleep was quick to consume you, and Joan followed suit right after. Ensuring you had completely fallen asleep before allowing her own sleep to consume herself.

The last thing you remembered was her hands in your hair, the gentle hum of her voice, and her chin rested on the top of your head.

Chapter 48: Space Racing - Captain Phasma

"Sometimes I worry about your flying skills," your lover admitted, after her head hit the back of her seat when you increase your speed.

"It's not my flying skills that you need to worry about." You were smiling from ear to ear. You never got the chance to fly, but when someone bets you to a race, Phasma had no choice but to tag along.

Knowing you would've gone with or without her permission..

You heard her take in a sharp breath, unsure of if it was because of a passing asteroid that was a little bit too close or the subtle graze of your knee against her own.

"Oh?" She tilted her head. "And what is it that I need to worry about exactly?" She asked.

"Well, when I win this bet—"

"If you win the bet—"

"When I win, I'm going to have so much fun making you pay for ever doubting me."

Phasma quickly rolled her eyes in a playful manner.

"Once I have you on your knees, you'll have no choice but to beg for my forgiveness," you teased.

"And what would you make me do?" She knew it would never happen, but alas she was curious what your mind would come up with.

"I'll have to feel it out once the moment comes of course.. but, one thing's for sure is I will not let you up until I am entirely satisfied."

"You sound awfully sure of yourself, sweetheart. But your friend here might just give you a run for your money and beat you." She pointed to the ship on your left, slowly passing you.

Your concentrated face had Phasma admiring you. She loved the way your eyebrows knitted and the bottom lip that got pulled in to be bitten by your teeth.

Her hand curling around the back of your neck almost broke your focus. But now was not the time to be distracted. You had a bet to win.

Her gesture was light yet possessive, sending an immediate shiver down your spine as her fingers toyed with your hair.

"Phas..." you mumbled, trying to stay focused.

Instead of removing her hand, she allowed her fingers to leave your hair to trail along the side of your throat. In a slow, teasing manner.

Your eyes flicked to the woman sitting next to you, but she tutted and shook her head.

"Keep your eyes straight ahead, princess."

You let out a deep breath, attempting to focus. It was hard to ignore the fingers that left a fiery trail across your skin. When she dipped them lower, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped.

With an agonizing slowness, Phasma soon went low enough to trace the upper swell of your breasts...then even lower down your body. Another gasp fell past your lips when she went even farther to trace your nipple through your shirt.

"Not so sure of yourself winning, now are you?" She asked, knowing how much your teasing was easily distracting you.

You hadn't noticed how far she leaned in, lips just barely gracing the shell of your ear as she spoke. Her voice was lustrous and deep, and her lips were soft and light.

"I don't think this is what I had in mind when I let you accompany me."

"You think you let me accompany you? Oh darling, you have it all wrong." Phasma teased the edge of your bra.

You knew exactly where this was headed, and you eagerly awaited her next moves. You couldn't help but shiver in anticipation as she grazed your nipple once more before rolling it between her fingers.

"You okay, love?" She smirked, teasing you to her best ability. She knew the effect she had on you. How hot and bothered you easily got.

You silently nodded your head, not trusting your voice at a time like this. Where you knew you would be shaky and breathy.

Phasma put a warm, comforting hand on your knee to give you some time to recover from her hands on your breasts. But she knew exactly what she was doing.

Her hand only temporarily stalled, only moving to inch it higher up your inner thigh.

"Phas, please..." You truly couldn't take anymore, all the teasing, the touches, the sultriness in her voice.

Her hand reached your center, fingers teasing you even more through your clothes. You couldn't help but gasp from the touch.

"Imagine if they could see you right now..." Phasma increased the pressure, forcing you to buck you hips against her hand in a desperate attempt for more friction. "Trying to get yourself off on my hand while you attempt to beat your silly little friends in a race that you're no longer participating in."

You had finally reached a point that you couldn't take anymore of her taunting and teasing. You pulled the ship to a stop and turned to face your smirking lover.

"No more teasing. I need you. Right now." Your eyebrows were knitted and lips were down in a faux pout, leaving Phasma to let out a deep, husky, laugh.

You grab the blonde by the front of her shirt, glad she was not wearing her usual suit. You pulled her into a deep, hard, demanding kiss. Phasma matches your energy immediately, tongue sweeping into your mouth.

You try to undress her, but you bump into the steering wheel. With a huff, you pull the lever to move your seat back. Phasma is quick to kneel in front of you, pulling your pants down eagerly.

"How's this?" She asks, placing a gentle kiss on your knee.

"Much better.." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. "But I'd like to see more of your skin too."

The blonde smiled, before unbuttoning her top and revealing her white bra that looked angelic with her milky skin.

"That's more like it."

Phasma reaches up to cup your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You hum when her soft lips demand your own.

You feel breathless when she pulls away, to make her way back down your body. Your legs spread wider to make room for her. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as Phasma pulls your panties down your bare legs.

"This excites you, doesn't it?" She asks with a teasing tone. "Imagine someone looking inside our window here. Me between your legs, fucking this pretty pussy of yours right out in the open."

"Yes, I love it," you admitted. Phasma runs her hands up and down your curves, before flicking her thumb across your clit.

"You like it when I touch you like this too, huh?"

Her touch left sparks in their wake, sending a longing straight to your core as she circled your button.

"Yess..." you bucked your hips. "But I like it more when you use your mouth." You tug at her blonde locks, urging her head forward.

She takes the hint, and places a small, light peck to your center. A small hum left your lips, finally getting what you've been craving most.

"I love when you take what you want from me," she mused.

Her long pointer finger gathered your slick around your entrance before slipping inside you. As you gasped from the intrusion, Phasma didn't wait to insert her middle finger.

"Yess, Phas..." You let your body relax as your lover started her slow pace.

"Tell me how you want me, and I'm all yours." Between her accent, big blue eyes gazing up at you, and her fingers inside your cunt, you didn't know which one made your pussy throb more.

"I want you exactly like this. Between my legs. Using your fingers and that pretty mouth of yours to fuck me."

Phasma nods with a smirk, "I may have a pretty mouth but this pussy is a whole lot prettier, my love." Her mouth reaches your clit, and you gasp.

"Yess..." Your head falls back against the seat while your lover fucks you. With a free hand, she reaches up to tuck a hand underneath your bra to cup your breast.

Fingers toyed with your nipples while the others fucked your pussy with long, feverish strokes that had your breathing growing heavy.

She pushes her finger knuckle deep, and you let out a long, loud, pornographic moan. The overwhelming onslaught of sensations had you seeing stars. And not the ones that were outside the window.

"Gods, that feels so good.."

Phasma slows down to give you a moment to catch your breath... only to then slowly bring her pace back up. Every stroke, and thrust of her fingers had you moaning out in pleasure.

She does it over, and over, and over again. Slowing down, just to pick up her pace all over again. Her lips were wrapped around your button, and with each hum from the blonde, you bucked your hips.

The hand on your breast twists and pulls at your nipple. The pain from her pinches mixed beautifully with the pleasure between your legs. Gazing down however, was the last straw for you.

Big blue eyes were still gazing at you, almost undressing the rest of you with her eyes. The sight was plain out filthy, and the sounds coming from your wet pussy as you came, had her letting out another hum as your juices dropped out of your used hole.

"Phasma!" Your body felt numb, as your orgasm ripped through you. The cramped space from the seat had your body closing in tightly around the blonde.

As you were finally able to catch your breath, Phasma slowed her movements little by little. She wanted to elongate your orgasm as long as possible, but still ensuring you weren't overstimulated.

"I hope they don't think we got lost," you laughed, suddenly remembering why you were there on the ship in the first place.

Phasma leaned up, to pull you into a deep, smashing, demanding kiss.

"Y'know, I can't bring myself to care about your little friends. All I care about right now is you.. and cleaning up this little mess you made." Phasma kissed your inner thigh before pulling away to grab anything within reach to clean you up.

And that's when you noticed the damp front side of her shirt and the small wet spot below you.

"Christ, Phas... what have you done to me?"

"Fucked you good, sweet girl. That's what I did."

She was gentle while cleaning you up, and your heart was bursting with love. The last thing you ever imagined, was being treated like a Princess by one of the most badass stormtroopers you have ever met.

Chapter 49: Guess - Theodora Crain

It was this moment. The moment right here that you knew you had made the right decision. It had been weeks in the making. All the glances, subtle touches, and the back and forth of buying each other drinks all let up to this moment.

You had met this mysterious woman at your usual bar. She wore her usual outfits. Hair beautifully curled, small tops barely covering her chest, dark gloves covering her hands, and a pair of jeans that pulled the look together perfectly.

The two of you were barely out of the car before hands connected to each other's bodies, and limbs were tangled together. And after what felt like eternity, the key finally turned and the door swung open.

You grab the woman by the collar and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips were glossy yet soft, exactly how you had imagined they'd be.

She kicked the door closed as the two of you hastily walked in, mouths working in unison and breathing heavy. You were stumbling as she backed you up against the door.

Lips left yours to trail down your neck, sucking on the soft flesh below your earlobe, and feeling your racing pulse point under her lips.

"I never got your name, yet here I am inside your house," you whispered, leaning your head to give the brunette more access as your own hands sat at the curve of her hips.

Your fingers clutched at her waist when she spoke in a deep, husky, seductive voice. "You can call me Theo..." Her kisses were hot and everywhere, leaving marks all across your neck.

You guide her to a nearby table. "Theo... Such a pretty name," you admitted. She hummed at your response, pulling your plump bottom lip between her teeth.

"I like it when you say my name. I wonder what it sounds like when you're screaming it," she said, biting your lip in the process.

"Only one way to find out," you teased. Your fingers ran through her soft brown hair, twisting the strands between your fingers as you smirked.

Theo let out a groan, before letting her kisses wander. They went lower as the seconds went by, stopping just at the upper swell of your breasts. You were both happy with your choice of outfit, as your very short dress didn't leave much room for imagination.

"Good thing I'm a woman who knows what she wants," she says, before darting her tongue out to lick a strip across your cleavage.

"And what's that?" You tilted your head to the side out of curiosity.

Her eyes flick up and lock with yours, fully blown and sparkling with something completely expected. "You," she smiled, letting her lips hover just mere inches from your own.

"Then take me, Theo," you whispered against her lips.

"No need to tell me twice," she said with a sadistic smirk. "Now let's see what you've got going on down here." The brunette was quick to kneel before you.

She bites your exposed, pillowy thigh. "Now are we wearing pretty in pink or all see-through?" She asks out of curiosity, eyes glimmering with mischief.

Her cloth covered fingers hike your dress up, and you can't help but take note of the way her eyes light up at the sight of your underwear. She couldn't have been farther off, but her smirk only grew at what she found underneath.

"I didn't peg you as a black pantie kind of person. Let alone having little pink bows," she chuckled, pointer finger toying with one of the bows.

"Looks like you just need to get to know me better," you wiggled your brows.

Theo was smirking so hard, her cheeks were starting to hurt. She hadn't found herself having this much fun in quite a long time. Her teeth bite at your waistband, and slide the lacy panties down your smooth legs.

You feel her tongue dart out and nimbly flick between your legs, and you let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion. But the sensation didn't last long, when Theo swiftly grabbed your hips to turn you around so you were facing away from her.

You laid your hands flat against the table, holding yourself together as Theo spread your legs wider for herself.

The brunette let out a small hum after lifting your dress up and over your ass. Her eyes quickly darted to your lower back tattoo, and she had to physically hold back a groan.

"Now what do we have here?" She couldn't have been more turned on by the discovery as she traced the ink with her gloved finger.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

"Love it, baby.." She admitted, before placing a light peck to your ass. Her hands roamed your tattoo, before firmly grabbing each cheek in her hands.

She placed urgent kisses to your cheek before moving even lower to place a feverish kiss to your dripping cunt. Each peck grew more desperate than the last as she placed a featherlight kiss on your clit.

You gripped the edge of the table as heat bloomed, and filled your entire body up to the point where you felt like you would explode.

Just as you started letting out the smallest of noises from her mouth between your legs, the brunette swiftly pulled away. A whine fell past your lips as you turned to face the brunette, who was now stripping herself out of her clothes with a crooked smile.

"Why'd you stop?" You pouted, watching as she started stripping in front of you.

She turned her back to you, and started walking towards an open door, before shouting. "You coming or what? Figured we'd take you somewhere more comfortable before I fuck your brains out."

She had hardly taken two steps before you had eagerly closed the distance between you two and followed her into her bedroom.

Your hands were on her once more, as you both kissed each other with hunger and lust. You both clutched at every inch of fabric, ensuring you were both naked before you had pulled away.

You admired her body, taking her in fully, and you notice her gloves are still on, but decide not to comment. Her own eyes scan you over, darkening with desire as she drinks you in.

Theo pulls you in, before pushing your back against the bed so she could straddle your naked body. Her breasts pressed flush against yours as her lips met yours in a lustrous kiss.

"Now back to where we were..." she mumbled, before sliding her hand down your bare naked body.

Her touch was soft with her glove, and it sent a shiver up your spine as it fell past your navel to lead farther down to the spot she was looking for.

You were looking at the brunette with blown eyes and rosey cheeks, and she swore she felt her heart stop beating in her chest. You were angelic, beautiful, perfect in her eyes.

She knew at that moment that she picked the right person. You gazed at her with a look she had not once seen from another person.

In intimate moments, she would get strange looks for keeping her gloves on, knowing that once she took them off, she would have to deal with another person's feelings. But you were different. There were no uncertain or uncomfortable looks, no unspoken words of you finding her weird.

Just.... love. It was strange but welcome for her, and it was then that she decided to pull away. But this time, for good reason.

Your laid there breathless, holding yourself up on your elbows as you watched her think momentarily before grabbing at her gloves. She was slow to drag them down her arms.

You were silent, allowing her to take her time. It was clear she was thinking hard, visibly fighting off some kind of demon. You were patient with her, and Theo was grateful.

Unbeknownst to you, this act was huge.

You bit your lower lip, watching as manicured hands were revealed, and Theo letting out a determined breath as she gently laid the silk gloves down to the right of you.

She glanced at her hands momentarily before turning her palms towards you, and returning her gaze to your loving eyes.

"May I?" She cleared her throat.

You nodded your head, not fully understanding what approval she was asking for, but happy that she had asked for consent to begin with.

Her hands lowered to your face, gently cupping your cheeks and holding them tenderly as her eyes visibly lit up. Emotion after emotion ran through her brain, but each one was good, forcing a smile to spread across her face.

You felt warm, loving, and accepting. Yet the actions leading up to this moment were still very prominent as well, and she could feel the hunger and desire radiating off of you.

It was as if a switch flicked in her brain, allowing her to be fully comfortable as she pulled you into the most intoxicating kiss of the night. Theo let out the smallest of noises as your arms wrapped around her neck.

She eagerly let her hands wander. Starting at your neck, then over your shoulders, down your chest, and continuing the path lower until she had reached your center.

Nimble fingers dragged your arousal from your hole and up to your clit, before circling the sensitive bud in a swift motion.

"You like this, don't you?" She asked. And with the way she could feel just how horny, needy, and sensitive you were, she had already known your answer. But she wanted to hear it for herself.

"Yess..." She strokes you over and over again, each second passing and her pace growing faster and faster. Waves of pleasure course through your entire body with each delicate and skillful movement.

As your bodies tangled together, you slink your hand between her legs with a wry smile. You wanted to touch her, feel her, make her feel just as good as you were feeling.

Your touch was electric, sending a shiver up her spine and eliciting the smallest of gasps from Theo as her lips parted.

You desperately clung to her, begging her closer with your shaky voice, and hungry kisses. Fingers eagerly slipped inside her wet entrance.

"Theo, don't hold back on me tonight..." You whimpered against her soft lips.

"Wasn't planning to, baby." Her fingers left your button to shove themselves in your cunt. With a newfound frenzy, her pace was rough and demanding.

You were moaning out her name like a prayer as you were fast and rough to match her own pace, wanting her to feel just as you were. "Please, Theo! More!"

As Theo followed your plea, she inserted a third finger into your pussy, making you scream into her mouth as her tongue swirled against your own.

Your free hand raked her back, nails gently scratching at the delicately smooth skin to pull her impossibly closer to you. Theo wasn't as loud as you were, but every gasp and mumble of your name falling past her lips was enough to drive you crazy.

The pressure inside you was begging to be released. Clawing to escape. You ached, longed, and needed to melt with her.

Theo could sense you were close, and allowed your tongue to dance with hers. "Show me what you've got," she mumbled into your mouth between heavy kisses.

As if on command, your rhythm matched her own, and Theo couldn't hold back her moans anymore. Your pussies were so wet, the room filled with squelching and pornographic moans as you were reaching your peak.

"Fuck!" Your moans were loud as pleasure mounts inside you at an alarming rate.

"Come with me!" She demanded, adding her palm to the mix to press roughly against your clit with each thrust of her hand.

You couldn't help but give into her. Giving her all of you. All at once, you felt as if your chest was going to explode. Stars bursted in your eyes, yet the electricity inside you grew impossibly stronger.

All Theo could see, feel, and think was you as you came underneath her. Moans turned to screams as you rode out your high, and Theo fell in line right behind you.

You cried out her name as she came right after, feeling her pussy clench around your digits and her warm, wet come dripping down the palm of your hand.

"My god..." Your legs were a shaking mess as you whimpered against her lips. She had helped you ride out your high for as long as you could handle it. "I-I can't.. Theo it's too much.." you whined, having to pull her hand away from your cunt.

You were both breathing heavy, Theo resting her sweaty forehead against your own as both of you attempted to catch your breaths. The brunette couldn't help but let out an exasperated giggle.

"What's so funny?" You asked with a faux pout, tucking stray brown curls behind her ear.

"I told you I'd have you screaming my name by the end of the night," she teased.

"Who said anything about the night ending so soon?" You quipped back.

You couldn't help the following moans that fell past your lips as Theo was quick to kiss down your naked body to settle herself eagerly between your legs.

"You might want to hold onto something, baby."

Her breath was hot against your pussy, and her tongue darted out to lick a strip up your dripping cunt.

"You're going to need it."

Chapter 50: Surprise Visit - Joan Ferguson

"Darling, shouldn't you be at home?" Joan's voice rang out.

You had left work only to surprise your lover at work. She had to stay overtime with how relentless and demanding prisoners have been recently. Meaning Joan was more tired and frustrated than usual.

You were the only one though that could help relieve her of such stress.

"I missed you," you stated with a faux pout forming across your lips, making your way around the front of her desk.

Joan's dark eyes were on you like a hawk, taking note of the glimmer in your eye, the extra sway of your hips, and the large trench coat suspiciously wrapped around your body.

The weather was hot and sunny, and Joan immediately knew you were up to no good. On a day like this you would typically wear almost nothing, and she would have to constantly protect you from wandering eyes.

"I missed you too, my love. But I still have so much left to do..." Joan let out a sigh.

"But baby..." You made your way behind your lover, and wrapped your arms around her neck. "You already spend so much time here. And you're the boss, you can leave whenever you want."

Your lips make their way to Joan's neck, breathing faintly against her milky skin before attaching to the flesh.

"Is this what you've come here to do?" She chuckles.

"Do what?..." you teased, biting down her neck and eliciting a quiet hiss. You both knew it would leave a mark, and Joan would have to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Seduce me," she husked, letting her head tilt to give you more room to mark up her neck.

"Is it working yet?" You asked, moving your fingers to nimbly unbutton her white collared shirt. Your tongue flicked to soothe each bite, and you swore you could hear the faintest of moans.

"Depends," she said. Joan swiftly grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand in front of her. "What do you have hiding under that coat there, hmm?" She asked, slowly licking her lips.

Your eyes quickly darted to her chest, admiring the upper swell of her breasts and the abundance of cleavage popping out from her partially unbuttoned shirt.

If the heels were any indication, Joan was excited to see what you had hidden away.

With slow, intricate movements, you unbuttoned your own coat. Joan leaned back in her chair, eyes watching you intently as you revealed inch after inch of bare skin.

You had on a matching lace see-through set. Joan's favorite set. The same set she bought for you for your wedding night. The sight of you wearing it forced Joan to let out a groan.

"You little minx..." She shook her head as your coat dropped to the floor. "So you're telling me..." she started, grabbing at your hips protectively to bring you closer to her. "That you wore this skimpy little outfit to my work.. Did anybody see you in this??" She asked with furrowed brows.

"I don't think so.." you mumbled, cheeks growing a deep crimson. How could you know when you were too focused on getting to Joan to pay attention to your surroundings.

"You don't think so?" She huffed, before expertly turning you around with ease and bending you over her desk. You couldn't help but gasp from the sudden motion.

"I-I was just wanting to get to you, Joanie." Your hands were flat on the desk, and the coldness from the wood along your barely covered breasts elicited a chill.

"Such a little slut. Coming to see me at work in this skimpy little getup, expecting me to shower you with praise and fuck you 'til you see star." She tsked, fully standing behind you, and holding you down.

"Well you have one thing right, Governor," you teased, wiggling your ass against her crotch.

"And what is that?" She dared to ask, letting her hands mindlessly wander across your smooth bare back.

"That you're going to fuck me," you stated truthfully with a smirk.

You gasped when you felt a sharp sudden pain on your ass. It was rare when Joan spanked you. Saving it for special moments. Moments like this where you were bratty.

"Just for that comment alone, I'm not going to stop until I have you screaming my name loud enough for even the prisoners to hear how much of a whore you are for the Governor."

Your knees grow weak at her words, breath already short and ragged. "Do you understand?" She asked, soothing the cheek she just smacked.

You shakily nodded your head, daring to look back at the dominatrix standing behind you.

Another sharp smack made its way onto your ass, eliciting the smallest of moans from you. "Answer me," she huskily demanded.

"Yes, Governor... I understand." Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as you grew more excited.

Joan leaned forward, ensuring her body was heavily pressed against yours while her lips hovered just next to your ear. "Good girl," she cooed.

You could feel the dampness between your legs grow, as Joan herself grew determined with every inch of her being to be true to her words.

"And already so wet for me.." Her fingers slid up and down between your legs, feeling just how wet you truly were so quickly.

Your knees were weak, thankful your lover was holding onto you tightly. Lips trailed along your bare back with passion and determination. Your head was spinning by the time you felt Joan suddenly pull away from you.

"Wait— Where—"

"Patience," she calmly but firmly stated.

Your hands were tapping along the wood, turning your head to see her entering her pin for the safe sitting on her wall. You felt yourself shiver, knowing that's where she kept her toys.

With how often you visited, and how horny you always were, she decided to buy toys strictly for her office. And one of them in particular, was your absolute favorite.

It just so happened to be the toy Joan grabbed, and you licked your lips.

As you went to turn your head, Joan tugged at your hair to force you to look ahead. What happened to be straight ahead of you, caught you by surprise.

Instead of the usual cabinet, there was a tall, floor length mirror in its place, facing across from her desk, and your eyes met Joan's through the reflection.

"What's this?" You asked, blush visibly growing across your cheeks.

"I want you to see us." Your eyes lit up at her words. In the reflection, you can see her standing dominantly behind you, with a piercing gaze.

Her pants soon fell to the floor, and she eagerly stepped into the strap, ensuring the end of the toy was pressing against her clit.

"You have no idea how breathtaking you look like this, do you?"

"Tell me," you whispered.

Joan's hands fell to your hips, before tugging your lacy panties down your legs. She was slow and careful, and you quivered.

"Whenever I look at you, my pretty angel, all I can see is how perfect you are. How soft your skin looks, your enchanting curves, how your body is always begging for my touch."

Her fingers traced along the skin across your hips as she spoke deep. Teasing the curve of your ass with her nails. Your back arched at her touch, her slow, lazy touch eliciting more neediness within you for more.

Your ass wiggled against her crotch, only this time feeling relief when you felt the tip of her dick rub against your clit that sent jolts of electricity through you.

"Look at the way you're already begging for me to fill you..." Joan teased, raising her right hand to smack your ass even harder this time. You yelped, but a moan fell past your lips right after.

"Please... I need you.. so bad," you whined, letting your lips fall into a pout as you gazed at your lover through the mirror.

Joan leaned in, letting her lips linger to the side of your head. When she speaks, her voice is low and gravely, and you could feel your pussy clench around nothing.

"Can't take more of what?"

"More of this damned teasing. Please, baby.. I need you. All of you."

Joan let out a low chuckle, as she started kissing a line from your ear, back down your neck, and all the way down the line of your spine.

Your breath hitches when you see her drop to her knees behind you, her tall shadowy figure no longer hovering behind you. Her fingers caress the curve of your ass, admiring the deep shade of crimson she had caused.

"You're still teasing... Joan, please!" You went to wiggle your ass, but Joan held a firm grip on you to keep you still. Her lips were hot against your ass, using her teeth to nip against your skin. The sweet, hard sting sent you reeling.

Before you could even wince, Joan soothed the bite with a soft, gentle kiss. "Since you've come all this way..." she spoke up, standing tall behind you once more. "Might as well make it worth it.."

You had no time for a rebuttal before Joan slammed her hips forward, bottoming you out instantly with her faux cock. The sudden intrusion sent you forward, having to hold yourself with a deathly grip on the edge of her desk.

"Fucking hell!" You cried out, not expecting her to go straight in. If there was one thing to know about Joan, it was that you never knew what she was going to do next.

She was a wild card, and it was exhilarating. The sweet sting of her filling you completely, and the mix of pleasure had you letting out moan after moan as Joan set a quick and rough pace.

"That's it, take my cock like the little whore that you are. I want to hear you screaming my name," she demanded between grunts.

When your head fell forward, Joan wrapped her hand in a handful of your hair, before giving it a yank to force your head to look straight into the mirror.

"I want you to look at me while I fuck this pussy of yours," she groaned. Skin was slapping roughly against skin, and your pussy was dripping wet. The two noises put together along with your moans, was straight out of a porno. It was dirty, yet thrilling.

You nodded your head, keeping contact with your lover through the mirror. Her hair was tussled, brows were knitted in concentration, and you took note of how her shirt was now completely unbuttoned, and her tie was undone around her neck, giving you a full view of her breasts tightly restrained by her dark bra.

It was a sight that you took in every inch of, memorizing it, wanting to etch it into your brain to remember forever.

"Joan, I'm so close!" You cried out.

"Already?..." she tsked, slapping your ass once more. "Can't take my cock for a mere minute before you're already coming. So fucking pathetic," her said sharply.

Your arms felt like jello, growing weaker and weaker as the seconds went by, making it harder for you to hold yourself up. "I—I can't- Joan!" You were louder than you had expected, feeling your pussy clench before letting go.

You came with a loud moan, tears brimming at the edge of your eyes as Joan held a deep, seductive smirk on her face as she watched you become undone.

Her pace stayed the same, allowing you to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. Wanting to see your tear stained cheeks. Wanting to see you turn into mush from her fucking you.

Your breath hitched when Joan pulled you up by your hair, before flipping you around to face her.
"M-my, legs...Fuck, I can't!" You shook your head, but Joan wasn't having it.

She pulled you up by your thighs, swiftly carrying you to the window in her arms as your legs wrapped around her waist for support.

"You didn't think I was going to stop at one, did you?" She cocked her head to the side as your eyes widened.

Your back hits the window with a thump, and Joan ensured you were stuck in place, before reaching a hand to grab a fistful of her cock. She spit on the length, allowing the saliva to linger before pumping to spread the wetness along her cock before teasing at your used entrance.

"Joan, the prisoners.. w-what if—"

"They see us? Oh sweetheart, you should've thought about that before you came in here with that slutty little outfit wanting to be fucked." She smirked devilishly.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, so Joan leaned forward, taking the opportunity to cup your breast. She brought a nipple to her mouth and sucked.

You moan out and arch into her, your fingers desperately clutching at her now messy bun to pull her closer. You're trapped and completely at her mercy as she lavished your perky breasts with loving nips and licks.

"Yesss..." your legs tighten around her waist.

"Can you stand?" She asks, eyes dark with desire.

"I think so... why—" you gasp when Joan hastily puts you down and spins you around. Your hands make way to the window, splayed out against the cool glass.

Her body is heavy and warm behind you, as her hands make way to your waist once more. You arch your back to grind against her cock, and let out a soft moan when the tip presses against your throbbing clit.

"Always so eager.." Joan runs her hands down your back and back over your ass. Her hands stay there, massaging the fat before giving each cheek a hard smack.

A low growl escapes her throat as she finally stops teasing you. One slender finger finds its way into your seeping hole, and you find yourself yelling out her name.

You were so sensitive, your pussy clenching around her single digit as she warmed you back up. It takes everything in you to steady yourself.

"Fuck me with your cock.." You reach back to pull at her wrist. Joan doesn't budge, and instead inserts a second finger, making you gasp.

"I thought I already told you to be patient," she kissed your neck. "Impatient little sluts don't get what they want." You groaned at her words, but knew you wouldn't get your way if you didn't listen.

Her other hand reaches up to tweak your nipple, and Joan lets out a groan. She loved how hard your nipples got, and how perfectly your breasts fit into her hand. Like they were made just for her.

Your moans grew louder once more, and if anyone walked by the door, they would know exactly what was going on behind closed doors.

Your legs were quick to start shaking, your upcoming orgasm coming faster than before. You hadn't expected it, but Joan matched the pinching of your nipple to her finger thrusting.

"I need you to come for me. I want to feel you come around my fingers." Her words were more than enough to send you flying over the edge.

"Joan!" Your legs shook, and your breath fogged up the glass as you breathed heavily. You couldn't help but shout her name as you slumped forward against the window.

Joan slows her pace, giving you a moment to recover by placing gentle kisses to your back to soothe your shaking body.

"That's it, baby. So good for me..." She cooed, noticing how spent you were. You peaked back with a smile, legs feeling weak.

"One more? Please? With the strap this time..." you pleaded, and Joan couldn't help the chuckle she let out.

"Are you sure you can take it? Darling, you look like you're about to fall over," she noted, pointing down at your shaking legs.

"Looks like you'll have to pick me up again," you bit your lower lip with a humorous glint in your eye.

Joan shook her head as she helped you turn back around. Fingers tapped at the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, in which you eagerly did.

"God, what am I going to do with you..." Joan pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, before bringing her lips to your own.

Finally, she lines her cock up to your entrance, and slowly pushes herself in. "Joan..." you mumbled into the kiss, just before she shoved her tongue down your throat.

Your hips instantly buck to meet her thrusts, tingles of electricity shooting throughout your entire body. You gasp when she reaches the deepest part within you, hitting the spongy spot inside your cunt that had you seeing stars.

Joan was hungry and determined, alternating between long, slow strokes and hard, deep thrusts with her hips.

"Yess...just like— that!" Your head fell against the glass as your back arched, giving Joan a better view of your bouncing breasts.

Joan smirks down at you, letting out her own quiet moans as the strap rubbed beautifully against her clit. Her eyes glistened with desire, watching you fall apart once more.

Her thumb reaches between you, rubbing circles along your puffy clit. You can't seem to remember what you were about to say, getting completely lost in the pleasure of being thoroughly fucked in your lovers office.

The only thing in your mind was Joan. The way she fucked you so good, her eager hands on your skin, and her wet mouth against your own. She was dominant in every way. And both of you relished in it.

She circles your pleasure point, once, twice, three more times until you come hard around her faux cock with a scream. Your nails dug into her skin, leaving crescent marks along her flesh, and Joan felt herself come right after you.

You feel broken and exhausted, and Joan could tell. She soothed you with kisses along your face, peppering the corner of your eyes to stop the overstimulated tears from falling.

"That's my good girl, just breathe with me," she cooed. Her movements slowed, before she pulled out of you. "You took me so well."

Even though you were overstimulated, the feeling of her leaving you empty had the tears falling. You couldn't even control it at this point, as you no longer had control over your body.

Your brain was mush, and your head was spinning as you tried coming down from your high. Joan, taking pity on you, carried your limp body to her chair.

She sat you down gently before sliding out of the harness, choosing to deal with the toy later and take care of you first.

"Here. Drink." She demanded, handing you her half-empty glass of water from earlier. "You'll feel better." As you hummed drinking the crisp water that immediately soothed your dry throat, Joan took the necessary actions to clean you up.

First she grabbed a clean cloth from one of her many, many drawers, and bent down between your legs. She paused, waiting for the nod of your head before she gently wiped you clean.

You whined from the touch, and Joan soothed you with quiet hushes and sweet praises. Even placing a tender kiss on your knee. It was the tender moments like this that made your heart swell.

Yes, she could be very demanding and dominant during intimacy, but she would only give you what you could take. Ensuring she was still sweet and caring in the end. After all, you were her guardian angel. The most precious thing in her life.

And she would do anything for you. No matter what.

Chapter 51: Lipstick Stains & Ice Cubes

You were waiting for Larissa in her hotel room, gazing outside the floor length mirror at the city below you. She told you to wait for her while she finished up some business, and of course you listened.

Whenever Larissa had a business meeting out of town, she would bring you along. The two of you were inseparable, not wanting to be away from each other as it drove you both crazy.

You were inevitably and ultimately in love with the woman. But the words were never said aloud, leaving you to wonder if she felt the same. For now you were content, but you still longed for the words to come out of her sweet mouth.

Larissa had finally arrived as you were lost in thought. You had only noticed her presence when the heavy clicking of her heels grew louder. You turn to face her from the window, and a smile instantly spreads across your face.

"Don't move, darling. You look absolutely divine with the moonlight reflecting off of you." Her voice was dripping with honey, her elegant accent giving you butterflies.

You nodded your head, smile growing impossibly bigger as you listened to her light command.

Larissa swiftly moved to the nightstand, grabbing her phone, and making her way back towards you. "Pose for me, darling," she commanded once more, lifting her phone to take a picture of you.

You eagerly did as she said, posing sweetly and elegantly towards your lover. With a few clicks, Larissa licked her crimson coated lips, before quickly tapping away.

"Well?" You tilted your head.

"Look how beautiful you are," she cooed, showing you her new wallpaper that was now of course you, standing in front of the window with the most ethereal look on your face.

Your cheeks grew a bright red. "Thank you," you said, wrapping your arms around the taller woman's waist to pull her closer to you.

Your eyes were twinkling gorgeously. Larissa couldn't help but fall harder for you. You were the most perfect woman she had ever met. So kind, sweet, caring, and gentle. And her heart skipped a beat when her lips dipped to meet yours in a tender kiss.

Larissa cups the back of your neck, and you couldn't resist returning the kiss. You had been waiting for her all night. She had spent the entire day teasing you, and you were overcome with need.

You pulled her in tighter, but the blonde refused to let you have control. This was all about you. You being taken care of. Being cherished. And Larissa intended on making the most of it. Your moans were muffled as her tongue engulfed your own.

You go to pull back for air, your chest heaving. But Larissa wasn't having it. She places a soft palm flat to your chest, pushing you gently against the window.

"Larissa..." You whined against her parted lips.

"Yes, my love?" She tilted her head, with a big smirk plastered across her face.

"I can't wait anymore.."

"So demanding..." She teases, grabbing your wrists and guiding them over your head, before holding them in place. You let out another quiet moan as you grow more excited.

Larissa keeps one hand on your wrists while the other runs down your body. Thankful that you were wearing the easiest garment to undress, Larissa skillfully dragged the clothing off your body before letting it look at your feet.

You can't help but let out a groan when your gaze follows her hand as she palms herself through her own clothing. She was hard beneath her clothing, her cock straining against her tight underwear.

"Baby if you keep making those noises..."

"What? Like this?" You let out another quiet moan, this time adding her name to the mix.

"God, yes..."

"Then I think we'd better get you out of these clothes and do something about it.."

Larissa bit her lip, before letting your wrists go. She had to bite back a laugh when your hands quickly and eagerly discarded her clothing to the floor to pool with your own.

You both nearly rip your undergarments off, unable to hold back anymore, and you nearly salivate at the sight of Larissa's long, hard cock dripping with precum.

"Like you said, how about you do something about this, hmm?" She raised a high brow, using one hand to stroke herself. "Get on your knees, sweet girl."

In one swift movement, you're settled onto your knees, hands clasped behind your back as your gaze darts from Larissa's bright blue eyes and down to the cock in her hand.

"Like this?" You ask, gazing back up at her once again with a mischievous glint in your eye.

Larissa nods, reaching down to stroke your face with her free hand. The blonde loved having you like this, on your knees and eager to please her.

You glance around the room, taking in your surroundings, examining your options. When your eyes meet the ice tray, you don't hesitate to grab a singular cube.

You trail the ice cube over Larissa's milky skin, leaving a small trail of liquid up her leg. "Ooh..." she breathes, attempting to pull away from the cold.

You tsk and pull her back, forcing her to stay still as you trace lazy patterns across her large upper thigh. The trail goes up her hip, before reaching her navel. You circle her button slowly, letting a few icy droplets fall down to her length.

You bring the ice cube to your mouth, pushing it past your lips and suck on the cube. Larissa's chest rose and fell rapidly and her eyes grew darker as she watched you, doing everything in her power to hold herself back.

It only took a second for the ice to melt completely before you leaned in and lick a strip up the bottom of her length with your tongue. "Fuck..." Larissa breathes, burrowing her fingers in your hair and making a makeshift ponytail.

You look at her through your lashes as you slide the tip of her cock past your mouth. Cheeks hollow instantly as you take more and more of her, slowly letting her fill your mouth.

"I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours," she groaned, feeling your tongue swirl around her. "May I move now?"

You mumble, and Larissa doesn't hesitate to thrust her hips forward. She was quick with her pace, watching you intently as her cock disappeared after every second down your throat.

"Yesss..." The blonde was pulling your hair tightly, keeping you right where she wanted you so she could fuck your mouth. "Suck me off, baby.. fuck, you look so pretty like this.."

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes as the air in your lungs grew thin, your body doing its best to breathe in through your nose that was now pressed right up against her skin as Larissa shoved her entire length into your mouth and held you still.

The blonde didn't let up until you gagged, the salty tears burning your eyes as they fell. "You're doing so good for me.." She groaned as your tongue swirled around the tip of her dick. "So..so good."

You looked up at her through your wet lashes. Larissa immediately felt her cock twitch at the sight of you. Flushed cheeks, tear stained cheeks, messy hair, and on your knees with her dick in your mouth. It was a sight of pure filth.

And she couldn't help but release her warm, thick load into your mouth as you sucked her. "Yes! Swallow for me, baby." You could feel the wetness between your legs drip down your thigh as you did what you were told.

Your hands sat at her hips, fingers digging into her sweaty, milky skin as you swallowed every last drop of her release.

"Christ..." she moaned, gazing at the saliva dripping down your chin and down to your breasts as she eased your head back.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. But Larissa wasted no time, as she pulled you to your feet. The woman nearly tossed you onto the bed, your body instantly falling limp as you fell into the mattress.

"Such a pretty little body.." She said, standing tall at the end of the bed, "And it's all mine." Your legs involuntarily spread, inviting Larissa in.

"Kiss me.." you whispered.

"Where?" She teased, crawling onto the bed.

You slide one knee up onto her shoulder, your heel pushing her back down so her head was just mere inches away from your center. "Here..." Your fingers trail down the valley between your breasts and go straight to your core.

Her lips fall open as you show her exactly what you want her to do to you. Larissa immediately moves your hand to the side to give herself the opportunity to take all of you in.

"If that's what you want..." She husked, placing tender kisses to your inner thigh. Crimson lipstick smudges were left behind, as Larissa placed one kiss after another across your skin.

Just as she marked one thigh, she ghosted her lips over your cunt before placing featherlight kisses to your other thigh. When your hips bucked, Larissa used her large hands to pin your hips down to the mattress.

Red lipstick stains covered your thighs as she mapped out the lower half of your body. "You're so beautiful..." She mewled. Her plush lips ghost over your entrance but she replaces it with her tongue.

"'Rissa..." Your hand finds the top of her head, twisting with her luscious blonde curls. You coax her to apply more pressure as you lowly moan out her name.

"Add your fingers...please.." You quietly begged her. Blue eyes snap up to meet yours, tongue not wavering at your cunt. "I need you.."

"I'm all yours.." She reassured, focusing on your button with her tongue while she slides two fingers inside of you. You almost let out a scream at the onslaught of pleasure.

"Yes...'Rissa just like that..." The blonde moves her fingers faster, picking up her pace as her tongue works wonders against your clit.

You look down between your legs, watching as the blonde fucks you, the tension that has been slowly building in your core threatened to explode just from the sight alone.

"Mm, I-I need..." You were truly at a loss for words, but you needed more. More than just her mouth and her fingers. "I need—"

Larissa's cock was twitching, and it was taking everything in her not to bust. And at your words, it's as if she knew exactly what you were trying to mutter out.

"Me too..." She groaned, between gingerly fucking you.

"Let me ride you, please..."

The request was barely out of your mouth before Larissa was lying flat against the bed and pulling you on top of her to help you get into position.

Hands were immediately grabbing at your hips as you straddled your lover. Her long, platinum locks were sprawled against the pillow and her usually perfect lips were now a smudged mess.

You could feel her entire length pushing up against your center, and you couldn't help but rock your hips.

Larissa reaches between you to pump her cock in her hand before lowering yourself on her as she pushes up into you, completely filling you and stretching you out.

You let your head fall back as you let out a soft moan from the sensation. The thrill of her filling you up and making you so warm was exhilarating, but it was still not enough.

"More..." You whimper. Larissa cups your cheek, urging you to look down at her as she scans your tear-stained face. Your eyes prickled with tears once again, but this time out of frustration.

You were so worked up. So hot, horny, and in dire need of Larissa to fuck you senseless. Words couldn't explain how desperate you were to come.

"Are you sure?" She tenderly asked, stroking your cheek lovingly with her thumb.

"Please... please, I need you. Fuck me already.."

That's all the answer Larissa needed. She moves, and not at a slow, sensual pace. At a pace that had you seeing stars and letting out moan after moan, her hips pistoning in and out. The pleasure within you grew stronger and stronger with each thrust that elicited a quiet grunt from the blonde.

Skin slapped against skin and Larissa pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you..." you mumbled against her messy lips.

"I love you too, darling.. so, so much..." she moaned, cock twitching inside you as she grew close.

Your forehead rested against hers and your hands grabbed at her freckled shoulders. "Come inside me. I want you to fill me... please.." Larissa had never heard you beg so much in one night, and she loved every second of it.

With a thrust, a grab of your ass, and a grunt, Larissa stilled herself inside you as she filled you up with her warm come in antagonizing slow spurts.

The gesture alone had your orgasm rip through your entire body, nearly paralyzing you as you nearly screamed out her name. Your senses were on overdrive, and your legs shook violently.

You felt your body quickly overcome with exhaustion as Larissa coaxed you through your orgasm. Your breathing was heavy as you struggled to regain your senses.

Larissa helped you to lay down, sliding herself from your grip. She left a chaste kiss to your forehead before heading to the bathroom. She wanted to be quick to clean you up, before you passed out.

Luckily for her, you were able to keep yourself awake just long enough for her to run a warm, damp washcloth between your legs, cleaning both your orgasm and her lipstick stains on you. She would have you run to the bathroom once you regained consciousness, but for now, you were too exhausted and fucked out to move a muscle.

So Larissa got back into bed, pulled you into her loving embrace, slid the covers over the two of you, and let you fall asleep with your head in the crook of her neck. Letting your body go limp in her arms while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Chapter 52: Love - Joan Ferguson

Love was a complicated thing.

Some saw it as weak.

Others saw it as beauty.

You, on the other hand. Had never known what true love felt like. You've been with people before, but it never felt right. Never felt right to shout it from the rooftops or whisper it between kisses.

But it was easy for you to get lost in her big, brown eyes. The way they always gazed in your direction. Beautifully bright when the sun hit them just right. Looked at you lustfully through lashes while she was between your legs.

And in this moment, with her between your legs, placing a plethora of tender kisses between your thighs, cherishing your body while whispering sweet nothings as her tongue lashed against your core, that you found yourself completely and utterly in love.

And then the words came out.

Piercing through Joan's ears and hitting her directly into the heart that unbeknownst to even herself, belonged to you. Only you.

"I love you..." you whispered.

Your words were quiet, barely audible. But Joan heard you loud and clear. While your head was thrown back against the pillow and your fingers were threaded in silvery strands, you felt the woman between your legs falter.

It was faint, but noticeable.

Your eyes snapped open and your gaze down to meet those enchanting eyes that were already looking up in your direction.

Deep brown eyes scanned your face, as if searching for something. Searching for deception. Searching for a reason to stop everything and leave if this was some kind of sick joke.

Your fingers tucked stray hairs out of her face, and you formed the sweetest of smiles. The kind of smile that had your dimples poking out. And God did she love them. A deep shade of crimson formed across your cheeks, and your bottom lip tucked gently between your teeth.

Your words were soft and sweet as you said the words, "I love you," once more to the woman, more confidently this time. And after those words struck her the second time, her fingers went knuckle deep but her eyes grew softer.

Her pace was quick and determined. Her tongue lashed at your button, and your hips bucked against her face as she tasted every last inch of you.

You gasp when Joan's free hand reaches for your own that was gripping the bedsheets. Fingers pull at your deadly grip to interlace with yours, holding your hand to show a silent confession of her own.

The thrust of her fingers were deep, hitting the spongy spot inside your core that had you seeing stars and reciting her name over and over again like it was the only word you knew.

Even after you came around her fingers, Joan didn't let up. Instead, she removed them. Only to fully replace them with her mouth. She wanted this moment to last forever.

Watching you fall apart while she lapped and slurped at your entrance.

Your legs shook, and it took everything in you not to close them. You were panting, sweaty, and exhausted, but you didn't want her to stop. She prodded and poked, making the most pornographic noises you've ever heard as you held her by the back of her silver colored head.

You held yourself together as long as you could, but you were so sensitive. And Joan was so good with her tongue. She knew just where to lick, swirl, and suck along your pussy to have you come again.

"I love you, Joan..." you repeated again. "Love you so much..." The words came out in a rasp before you moaned, feeling on cloud nine. Joan eagerly lapped at your puffy folds, wanting you to ride out your high for as long as possible.

That is, until you tugged at her silvery strands, to not only give the woman some air, but to give yourself a little break before you had a heart attack.

Joan took that as her opportunity to crawl up your smooth and naked body. Her own engulfed yours from her larger size, meticulously placing herself on top of you, pressing her breasts flush against your own, and interlacing her fingers with both of your hands, holding them gently next to your head.

Her forehead only momentarily fell against yours, before soft lips met yours in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. The world felt as if it stopped when the older woman spoke in a quiet voice.

"I love you too..." she whispered against your parted lips.

You then felt her buck forward, gently gliding her pussy along yours. Her cunt eagerly slid against yours, sending jolts of electricity through both of you.

And you felt yourself get completely lost in the moment. Engraving every 'I love you' that fell past her lips into your mind. You were utterly addicted to her. In love with her.

And your heart fluttered in your chest as she whispered it over and over again while fucking you in the most intimate way she could thing of...

Chapter 53: Glorious - Hela

The early glow of the sun rising over the horizon covered the space around you in a magnificent golden hue. Curtains were spread just enough to let the bright light into your bedroom.

You had spent the night tucked into Hela's arms, but throughout the night, you had somehow found your way to the opposite side of the bed. And when the ravenette woke up, her vision was blurry from sleep.

Knuckles rubbed against her eyes, and she audibly groaned. Not only were the rays from the sun shining directly into her face, but she was cold.

Your body always kept her warm. Limbs tangling with her own as if you were both one, but today they were missing. She frowned as she pulled the covers over her, but when she looked over to your side of the bed, all morning sourness was depleted.

Hela herself was never a morning person. It was too bright, too shiny, too early. If she could stay in bed all day with you tucked by her side, she would.

And the sight of you laying on your stomach, body turned away from her, hair sprawled out behind you, your bare back glowing with the most beautiful glow from the sunshine, and your little black lace panties just barely peeking out from under the duvet had her mind instantly take a new direction.

You looked at peace. And even in your sleep, Hela thought you were the most gorgeous being she had ever seen. Long, slim fingers tangled in your locks, twirling the soft strands away so she could get a better view of your back.

Your muscles moved with each steady breath, and Hela couldn't help herself but to reach out and glide a gentle finger down your spine.

Her sweet Angel, sleeping so peacefully—so beautifully. Her body moved closer to yours like a magnet. Drawn to you. Meant to connect with you.

Your skin was as soft and smooth as the silk sheets beneath you. Tender digits explored your back, following every nook, every dip, curve, and trail until she reached just low enough to touch your lace panties.

They were her favorite ones. Dark. Black. Her favorite color. And you looked absolutely divine wearing it.

Her fingers pulled at the duvet, gently and carefully sliding the thick blanket down your legs, and past your feet, earning the most subtle shiver from you in your sleeping state.

Such a delectable creature you were. So much younger, brighter, sweeter. The completely opposite of her. Yet you chose her. The more older, crankier, darker woman. And she would never admit it, but you brought out the best in her.

And she was ever so grateful for you. But to her, words were a struggle. It was hard for her to tell you exactly how she felt. It was an ongoing battle between her mind and her lips.

But there was another way that always allowed her to express herself. And that was with physical touch. One thing she loved most.

And that's why when you let out the softest of hums when her digits raked over the lace panties covering the curve of your ass, Hela knew what she had to do.

Even in your sleep, your body and mind memorized her touch. So soft and delicate. The complete opposite of her usual demeanor.

Her pointer and middle finger dipped just beneath the lace to drag the thin fabric carefully down your legs.

Hela moved her body closer, allowing her moistened lips to place featherlight kisses along your bare back. The purplish marks from her actions the night before were now prominently darker, and she smirked to herself.

Panties were slipped off and thrown down the bed, immediately forgotten, as the ravenette continued her slow path down your figure.

Her tongue dipped to the curve of your waist, soothing over the faint bruise from previous endeavors. She loved marking you. Her lover. Her person. Wanting the world to know who you belonged to.

"So beautiful..." she whispered between peppering kisses. Lips ghosted along the curve of your ass, but she took her time savoring your luscious bottom.

It was her favorite body part, and you immediately caught onto that fact as your relationship with her blossomed. All the touches, kisses, pinches, and smacks all quickly made sense.

Luckily for her, one leg was lifted, closer to your chest, yet exposing more of the space between your thighs. Lips were licked, and her body settled between your legs.

A plethora of chaste kisses were placed along the innermost part of your thighs. Hela used both hands to grab a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks to allow more space for her tongue to dart out and lick a strip across your puffy folds.

It took everything in her not to let out an animalistic groan at the sweet and tangy taste of your pussy. "So fucking perfect..." she whispered to herself between kitten licks.

Your hips involuntarily bucked. And the woman slowly eating you out, was studying your every move. Every little twitch, hitch of your breath, and tiny shudder that elicited from you.

Like your body knew, even in a deep slumber, that she was close. That she was touching you. The reason why you were dreaming that you were being pleasured— but it wasn't a dream.

A small whimper fell past your lips as reality hit you. The room was slowly being filled with the sun's rays peeking through the curtains, hands were grabbing feverishly at your ass, and lips were sucking at your most intimate parts.

"There we go... wake up for me, princess," Hela cooed.

She was exploring you. Relishing being on her most favorite spot. Your hips steadily grind against her face, and your hand reaches down to lay atop her own that laid across your ass.

Her tongue brushes past your hole, forcing you to let out a muffled moan as you hide your face in the plush pillow.

A harsh smack to your ass had you let out another muffled yet hearty moan from you. The immediate switch in her tone was arousing.

"You know I like hearing those slutty little moans of yours. Keep them muffled and I will stop. I will not look, touch, or even breathe in your direction all day. Now let me fucking hear you. Do you understand me?"

Eager to please, you move your head. Letting your head fall sideways. "S-sorry—" you mumbled, sleep still relevant with your slurred response.

Your eyes were fluttering, half-closed, threatening to close. She explored every nook and valley, tasting every last drop of your arousal that threatened to spill from your cunt.

"You better be," she seethed, taking a moment to collect air but still pull the smooth skin of your ass cheek between her teeth and bite down.

You yelped in surprise. Your body wiggled, but Hela was insistent on holding you down. Crescent moons from her nails leaving marks in your flesh that were sure to stay for the rest of the day.

Hela dove back to your cunt, paying special attention to your puffy clit. Your most sensitive spot. The spot that the ravenette liked to play with the most.

"Come on, baby. Let me hear those pathetic little moans." She groaned against your pussy. "I want to hear you screaming my name. I don't give a fuck who hears."

She was swift in turning you over, and while you were still in a sleepy haze, it was a quick and easy move. Your knees bent, and legs lazily fell open as you allowed your lover to dive nose-deep in your pussy.

Fingers curled inside dark locks, before pulling at the strands to elicit low, sinful moans that sent vibrations through your core.

Eyes fell shut, too heavy to stay open. But moan after moan fell past your lips and played heavenly in Hela's ears. It was just too easy for her to make you moan. Always so noisy when she pleasured you.

After all, she had memorized every little thing that made your eyes roll, and her name fall past your lips over and over again in an increasingly growing prayer.

One hand left your quivering thighs to glide up your abdomen. She could feel every hitch of your breath as her slender digits slid higher and higher.

Your breast filled the palm of her hand, and the feeling was enchanting. How you fit so perfectly. Like your body was made entirely for her own pleasure.

She was glad you wore no garments to bed, making it easier for her to fuck you. Although she was still wearing more than you were, the last thing on her mind was herself.

"Always such a little slut for me. Even in your sleep. Isn't that right? You were dreaming about me weren't you?"

"Yes!" You bucked your hips. "So good..." you mumbled.

Hela chuckled at your response. It was clear you were barely there.

"Look at you," she scoffed. "I haven't even let you come yet you're barely even coherent." She nipped at your pulsating clit. Your back arched from the bed in response.

"Have I already fucked you stupid?" She asked.

"Mmph— I —" your head nodded, but your words weren't correlating. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out besides the constant moans and the occasional whimper.

"So fucking pathetic... eating you out so good you can barely even speak." She poked at your cunt with her tongue as her words were muffled as she spoke. "What's on that fucked out, stupid little mind of yours, hmm?"

Your lips opened but nothing came out. Nails scratched at her scalp as you focused on the pleasure building between your thighs.

An unexpected harsh smack elicited the sharpest of gasps from you. Hela had used her free hand to slap your pussy, pulling you back to reality.

"Answer me, my little slut." You whined, and not from just the slap, but from her mouth leaving your pussy while she glared up at you. You were so close, yet now your orgasm was fading away.

And it was fading quickly.

"Y-You! Jus—Just you!" Your hips bucked, and doe eyes gazed down at her in a silent plea.

A pleased hum elicits from her, as she watches you intently. Your flushed face, doe eyes, and a pouty lip. You were just the most precious thing. So innocent... yet so filthy at the same time.

"That's my good girl. See that wasn't so hard. Now let all those thoughts disappear from that pretty little mind while I finish what I started."

Hela dove right back in, not sparing another second as she spit at your pussy, leaving a trail of saliva from her lips before flicking at your folds.

A throaty moan falls past your lips, struggling to breathe at the newfound sensitivity you were feeling over how close you previously were to your release.

Her tongue flicked and prodded at your puffy clit before she pulled it into her mouth with a harsh suck. This time she allowed your hips to move, letting you ride her face as she fucked you with her tongue.

Your gaze flicked down to her once more, and you came in merely an instant. The way her gaze was already trained on you and the sight of her head between your legs was enough to set you off.

Her name was loudly falling from your mouth with a plethora of other numerous, almost pornographic noises. Your thighs trembled and restricted against her head, but Hela insisted on letting you ride out your high for as long as possible.

You swore your vision went black and you saw stars, in which Hela noticed when your lashes fluttered and your eyes were glazed over.

Your body was convulsing, Hela finally removing her mouth from your dripping cunt to first lick her lips, and then place kiss after kiss along your thighs.

She followed a familiar trail upwards. First starting at your hip bone, then to your navel, between the valley of your breasts, and up to your chin.

Her mouth latched onto your own, sucking on your plump lower lip before sliding that skillful tongue of hers past your lips.

You could taste yourself along her experienced tongue, and moaned deeply into the kiss.

Hela chuckled deeply when she pulled away from the kiss for air, only for you to attempt to chase her lips with a pout, not ready for her to pull away just yet.

"We need to get some food in you first before we even think about continuing this. I can't have my pretty little thing passing out on me mid-orgasm," she teased.

You let out a dramatic sigh as her fingers moved your hair out of your face. She was right, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

But you knew one very important thing about Hela.

And that was she was a woman of her word.

Chapter 54: Show & Tell - Queen Ravenna

It was just another normal day. The same routine was always followed. Wake her up. Make her breakfast. Brush her hair. Draw her a bath. Wash her hair. Get her dressed.

The routine was etched into your head. And you didn't dare stray from it. The Queen was very specific. Only allowing you to be near her. To touch her. To help her.

You were her most trusted ally. Some would even call it friends. You would call it friends. But you were just the handmaiden. Her handmaiden. The help.

It was an internal struggle to not let feelings get in the way when she treated you so well. To everyone else, they feared her wrath. She was vicious, cruel, and demanding. But to you... well she was the complete opposite.

She was gentle. Kind. Playful even. Giving you all of her attention when you were in the room, even if the room was full of important people.

How could you not fall in so deep when she would leave lingering touches, send flirtatious glances, smile sweetly, call you endearing names. She was sweet like honey.

And you were forever stuck.

But today... well something was off.

She smiled more. Teased more. Touched more.

And as you were drawing her bath, you could feel she's almost devouring your body as you bent over to turn the water off, inhaling the sweet yet spicy scent of her bath soaps.

"The bath is ready, my—" Words were lost. All but a jumble of words as your brain went blank when your eyes feasted on the sight before you. Her robe had dropped to the floor, and she gingerly swayed her hips as she stepped down into the large circular tub.

Your eyes fell to her naked body. She always had the most smooth looking milky skin. Curves that drove you mad. Her tits swayed while her buds were erect and swollen. You were entranced.

How could you not stare, when she looked like that? So perfect. So beautiful.

"My Queen—" you cleared your throat, breaking yourself out of your silly trance when her gaze flitted over to you as she sank into the warm water.

The tips of her long golden locks grew just the slightest shade darker as they touched the water, and the darker shade always made her hazel eyes pop even brighter.

But your gaze never faltered, even as she made her way over to you. Cheeks were already rosy, as you couldn't help but blush every time you feasted your eyes on her naked body.

"Thank you, darling. The temperature is perfect as usual," she smiled sweetly. "But there's something missing..." she trailed off, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as you sat on your knees in front of her.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, my Queen!" You stumbled over your words, panic immediately rising in your chest. "I thought I did everything you asked, what's missing?" Your eyebrows knitted in worry.

"You," she calmly stated, voice dripping with deep lust. A deep smirk was plastered on her beautiful face.

"W-what?" You could say you were confused.

"It's missing you, sweetheart." She reiterated, placing a warm, wet hand on your thigh, as you sat there on your knees bewildered. "Join me. You wouldn't want me to be all alone, now would you?"

You were shocked. Frozen in place. Thinking you were imagining this. Dreaming right now. It wouldn't even be the first time you've dreamt of her. Every day and every night she fills your mind.

You were brought back to reality when her hand gripped at your thigh while the other wrapped feverishly across your throat. She squeezed, and squeezed hard, snapping you to look down at her with a vice grip that had you gasping.

"Answer your Queen!" She growled. "Do not make me repeat myself. You either join me or you leave. But if you leave, you are never coming back."

"Okay! O-Okay, I'll join!" You placed your hand gently across the one around your neck, carefully prying her hand away. And to your surprise, she let you.

Slender digits pull at the hem of your nightgown, silently demanding you to take it off.

With shaky hands, and even shakier legs, you stood up. Luckily, you were able to hold yourself together while you fought back the nerves. Her gaze on you was unwavering.

"That's it," She cooed. "Good girl..."

She didn't dare to look away. Not now. Not while you stripped yourself free from the thin layering of clothing wrapped around your body. That body had her holding back a groan.

Hungry eyes roamed. Darting to every single inch of your bare body. And Gods did you look even better than she had imagined. She easily lost herself gazing at your physique.

"You're so beautiful. And to think I have you all to myself. What a lucky woman I am," Ravenna bit her plump lower lip.

And with an outstretched hand, beckoned you closer, which you undoubtedly held without a second of hesitation. Helping you ever so gently step down into the bath to join her.

"I've always been very curious about you. Don't think I haven't noticed your elongated glances, the blush that covers those sweet cheeks when I praise you, the hitch of your breath when you look at me. Specifically when I'm naked."

Digits played with your hair, twirling the dampness between her fingers as she spoke to you with the most enchanting tone.

"Do you find me attractive?" She asked. "Do you want to touch me? I know I've been dreaming about touching you. Learning what makes you come undone, or what even draws those little sounds from you that I know I'll enjoy hearing."

By now, her body was pressed against yours as she stood just a few inches taller than you. You were visibly shaking, and not from the cold air around you. But from her close proximity and the heated words that were coming from her mouth.

"Sweetheart, you're shivering. Let me take care of you, hmm? I know just how to warm you right up..." She lowered her head, letting her hands run a path up and down your arms.

Your head eagerly nodded, brain immediately drawing a blank as words dissipated from your head. That pretty little head that Ravenna loved to not only look at, but to play with.

"Such a sweet and innocent little thing..." she swiped her tongue along her pearly white teeth as she smiled down at you. "I don't want you to think about a thing, okay? Just let your Queen take the reins and make you feel good, would you like that?" The fingers that were twirling your hair, gingerly tucked it away from your face.

"Yes, my Queen... please..." you quickly begged, not even sure what you were even begging for to begin with. Was it for her to take care of you? To touch you? Kiss you? All of the above.

Of course, but it wasn't about to come out of your lips. It was embarrassing how badly you wanted her. And how quick you were to succumb to letting her control you.

How she so easily lifted you to sit on the edge of the tub. Slid between your legs. Let her fingers drag down your dripping wet skin, and toying with your hardened nipples.

You were too far lost in the moment to form a coherent thought or sentence. Too entranced by the way she gingerly traced your nubs before giving them the smallest of pinches that elicited the first of many moans from you.

Her gaze never left yours as she took note of what made you whimper, gasp, and twitch beneath her fingers.

Your eyes screwed shut, losing yourself to her roaming hands. With them closed, you failed to see her sink lower. She could see your dripping wet cunt, and your puffy clit that was just calling out for her touch.

She left one hand to play with a breast while the other slid down. Fingers slid easily across your folds, earning a gasp from you and a hand to fly out to her wrist to stop her movements.

A sharp golden brow raised at your unexpected movement. And Ravenna impatiently waited for the reasoning. One that completely threw her off-guard.

"Be gentle," you whispered. "Please..." You looked down at her with doe-eyes while her pupils were blown. "J-Just this once. Be gentle with me. I don't care what happens after. I just want—" You cut yourself off, knowing what you were about to say next would change everything.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words for me. You're doing so good," she cooed, placing a tender reassuring kiss to your knee.

"I just want.. you to love me. To make love to me. Like you really mean it." Your pointer finger traced small patterns along her collarbone as you spoke.

"Oh, sweet thing.. I do. I always have. And believe me when I say I will only do what you want me to do, alright? Do you trust me?" She asked.

"Yes, of course!" You were baffled that she even had to ask. She had always trusted you, and in turn you had trusted her.

"See? That wasn't so hard to admit, now was it? That's my good girl... Then I think there is nothing left to be said, is there not?"

You shook your head.

"Then sit back, relax, and let your Queen take care of you," she stated sweetly, before eagerly feasting on the dish before her.

Kitten licks and little sucks were placed along every inch of your cunt. She was demanding. Experienced. Already knowing the best way to have you moaning out her name.

Your head lulled back and your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of something you had never noticed before.

A mirror.

A large mirror hung directed over the bath, and the sight before you was something straight out of a porno.

You saw yourself leaning back against your hands, legs spread, tits out, and golden locks moving back and forth as the Queen lapped at your pussy.

"So fucking good... So perfect... Made just for me..." she said between sucks and licks. You had never heard her swear before, let alone giving you praise in the same sentence.

It filled you with immense heat. Turning you on more than you already were.

"S-Say more... keep going!" you gasped.

"Mmm," she moved her mouth away, only to replace them with her fingers. "You like to be praised don't you? You like being told how much of a good girl you are, huh?"

Your head nodded rapidly. Ravenna cackled when she gazed up at you, noticing your mouth agape, head fallen back, but she's staring daggers straight ahead at the mirror.

"Such a naughty little thing too. Watching me play with your pretty little pussy. Do you like what you see? Watching my fingers disappear inside you?"

"Yes! 'M so close!" You choked out. "Keep going! Please don't stop.. don't stop..."

Her experienced digits hit your spongy spot with every thrust, while also spreading her fingers out to stretch you out.

"You're taking me so good. Doing so good for me. Such a precious little thing you are. Are you going to come on your Queen's fingers? Or do you want my mouth?"

"M-Mouth! God— please—" Your legs shook as you held yourself off, not wanting to come just yet. Wanting to elongate this intimate moment.

"So good using your words. Telling me what you want... You just keep looking in the mirror.." she licked her plump lips, before removing her fingers to bring her tongue back to fucking your pussy.

Her hand tossed a leg over her shoulder, giving her a better position to eat you out while your own hand flung to her golden locks, moving them out of her face so you could see every little detail in the mirror.

"Be my good girl and come for me, sweetheart..."

The way her tongue darted out and disappeared into your seeping hole. She groaned at the taste of you, and her nose brushing against your puffy clit was enough for you to go spiraling.

Your hips bucked as you came along her tongue, moan after moan spewing from your lips as she used her mouth to lap at your release.

Her name fell past your lips in a plethora of octaves, feeling yourself shake and spasm around her head as you barely held yourself up.

Once the pleasure turned into more shaking, and the sensation became too much, and overstimulation took over, your thighs closed, and her breathing became restricted.

"I-I can't! 'S too much, my Queen!" You gasped.

Knowing she didn't want to push you too far, she gave your clitoris one last peck before she reluctantly pulled herself away from your intoxicating scent.

Her tongue darted out across her lips, savoring the taste of you along her tongue that she most definitely wanted to taste again.

"You did so good for me.. and you tasted even better than I had imagined..." she admitted, standing back up straight to be face to face with you.

Hands fell to your thighs, rubbing soothing patterns across your skin as your body caught back up to the present. Your eyes were glazed over, but soon returned to their normal beauty.

"There you are.." she stroked your cheek. "Just breathe. Feel good?" She asked, wanting to ensure you were okay.

"Mhmm.." you nodded weakly. "More than good." You smiled at her.

Ravenna laughed at your dazed state, but slightly faltered when your eyes fluttered.

"Okay, sweet girl. Let's dry you up and lay you down to get some rest, hmm? Don't need you passing out on me." She lifted herself out of the tub, and threw on her silk robe, not even caring to dry herself off.

She helped you stand, and used her own towel to dry your aftershocked body. She was quick and careful. Her smile returned when she wiped your sweaty forehead and met your own smile at her taking care of you.

It was supposed to be the other way around. But after today. After the intimacy of it all. She knew from this day forward that she now promised herself to take care of you too.

Chapter 55: Bedmates - Rosa Diaz

The air outside was cold and unforgiving. Heavy snow fell from the cloud filled sky, covering the ground completely. All remnants of green grass were just a memory.

Winter was your least favorite season. And for good reason. You were always cold. No matter how many layers you had on.

Even the ones your partner, Rosa, took off her own body to help soothe your own shaking one.

But with the freezing atmosphere outside, the inside was a whole different story. It was hot and heavy, invisible electricity shooting from your body to Rosa's as you both stood there in the doorway to your room gawking at the sight before you.

Only one bed appeared in the room. The same room you had booked to share with Rosa to save yourselves some money. What you failed to realize beforehand, were the amount of beds.

And now, the hotel was fully booked, and the two of you had to share the smallest bed you had ever laid eyes on.

It doesn't take a genius to sense the chemistry between the two of you. Coworkers would smirk, make jokes, and force the two of you to always work together, hoping that one day one of you would finally admit your feelings.

"I'll uh— see if there's another room," you stated, still frozen to your position.

"Don't bother, it's fully booked.. heard the receptionist deny a caller as I checked us in," Rosa responded.

"Oh..." you replied.

Rosa snickered to your left before subtly pushing you further into the room so she could close the door behind you.

"Don't worry, I'll make a bed on the floor." Rosa shrugged nonchalantly before tossing her duffel bag in the corner chair before searching for extra blankets.

As much as you felt bad for her sleeping on the floor, your body ached and was craving to lie down in the bed. So, you nodded your head, sat your own bag on the bed, and pulled out your pajamas.

"I'll take the bathroom first.." you said, eyes intensely focusing in the direction of Rosa who was fully bent over, making her bed.

"Don't take too long or I might have to come in there and check on you," she smirked, making eye contact with you over her shoulder.

She was flirting. And yet you were too stunned to speak. But simply blushed, nodded your head, and pattered to the bathroom.

Sure Rosa found you attractive, how could she not? You were always so kind, sweet, and caring. Quite the opposite of her, but she was like a moth to a flame, and couldn't stay away from you.

When you came back out, the brunette was lying on her side on the floor, dark eyes watching your every move as you fixed the bed. She couldn't help but smile at your oversized tee and bottoms that covered your body.

She knew you were naturally cold, but seeing you in oversized sleepwear was just adorable. As you slid yourself in bed, your hands immediately fluffed your pillow.

"Comfortable yet?" Rosa teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Almost," you giggled, before smacking the pillow one last time and plopping your head down.

Rosa stifled her own laugh, and shook her head as you turned the bedside lamp off and settled in as best as you could.

Minutes passed, and you remained cold. You were under both the sheet and the comfortable, curled up in your usual ball. But none of it helped.

Rosa of course heard your movements. She always waited until you went silent before letting herself fall asleep, wanting to ensure you were asleep yourself.

At one point, your teeth started chattering, and that was the last straw for the woman on the floor. You hadn't even heard any movement until a hand was pushing your body over.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, confusion spread across your features. Without hesitation, you still moved yourself over to make room for her beside you.

With the small bed, Rosa was basically on top of you. Not that either of you minded of course, but it was new territory.

"Warming you up," she stated matter of factly.

"Rosa, I'm fine—"

"I can hear your teeth clattering from across the room, and your skin is as cold as ice. Turn over." She lightly demanded.

You sighed, but listened. As you always did when she told you to do something.

A warm arm slid across your stomach, and a leg slid between your legs as she situated herself into a comfortable position to hold you.

What she hadn't realized was that her knee was pressing right against the most pleasurable spot on your body. And you were glad it was dark and your back was facing her so she couldn't see the blush that was spreading across your face.

"You're shivering.." she whispered in your ear, eliciting yet another shiver from you as her breath fanned your ear.

"I can't help it.. you— you're—"

"I'm what? Hmm? Don't tell me that it's me making you shiver, darling. Here I am trying to warm you up.." she husked. She always had such a teasing tone with you. It was one of her favorites.

"You are! Everywhere..." you said quietly.

"Oh?" She asked, pushing her knee ever so slightly harder between your legs. "Even down here?"

"Especially down there..." you gasped.

"Is that why my knee feels a little bit damp? What is that pretty little head of yours thinking about?" She asked, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"You..." you sighed. "It's always thinking about you. You're always on my mind. Day and night."

"Oh is that so?" she licked her lower lip, while moving her hand below the hem of your shirt to touch your stomach with her bare hand.

"Y-Yes," you whispered.

"And what am I doing in your head? Tell me, princesa."

"Kissing me... touching me..."

"Oh, I see," she hummed. "I always knew you had the hots for me. I just didn't realize how much.. and what a dirty little mind you had."

Rosa's hand slid further down, to not only untie the silk ribbon on your bottoms, but to dip her hand beneath the soft material.

"Please..." you whimpered. Your legs instinctively opened wider, while her knee held one leg open, keeping you from closing it by yourself.

"Since you asked so nicely..." she purred, dipping her fingers even lower. Rosa took no time in tracing your clit. Her featherlight touch sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as she circled you slowly and skillfully. She added just the slightest of pressure every other lap around your clit that had you letting out breathy moans that Rosa immediately memorized.

It was euphoric, the way she so easily had you a dripping mess. She could hear just how wet you were as her two fingers slipped so easily inside of you.

You were tight. But not too tight where she couldn't move her fingers. Tight enough to feel her fingers stretching you out. Tight enough for Rosa to feel every ridge and nook.

"Is this okay?" She asks.

"Y-Yes," you breathily responded. "You can move now."

Rosa's lips attached to your neck, instantly soothing you as her fingers began slowly moving in and out of you.

Your free hand grasped at her side. Your grip nearly rips the shirt off of her body. Heavy breathing filled the small room.

You gave Rosa more access by tilting your head more, feeling her soft lips tenderly kiss every inch of your exposed neck. She found the spot just below your ear to suck on, hopefully leaving a nice mark for later.

But Rosa didn't stop at one. As her fingers picked up their pace, her lips roamed more, and the sucking continued. Dark purple marks were left across your neck, surprising Rosa herself at how easy it was to mark you.

Soft moans were like music to the brunette's ears. She savored each and every one, as she was savoring the feeling of your pussy tightening around her two fingers as you grew closer and closer to your release.

Nails dug into Rosa's side, eliciting a hiss from the woman. She didn't hate it. In fact it only turned her on more. Urging her to move her fingers faster. Bend them in just the right way to have her name falling past your lips like a prayer.

It didn't take long for you to come around her fingers. You were wet. Excruciatingly wet. Your come dripped down your thigh.

"Don't stop," you pleaded, as Rosa was just slowing her movements. "One more. Please give me one more," you begged.

"Fuck..." she growled against the skin along your neck. "You're going to be the death of me, princesa."

In one slick move, Rosa moved your bodies. She was so quick, it took you a moment to realize she was now completely on top of you. Straddling you. Fingering you relentlessly.

Her lips came back to your neck. Slowly inching up to your jawline, before they hovered over your own pouty lips. Her deep, dark eyes were watching you. Admiring you.

But you were impatient, and needed her. So you lifted your head, and connected your lips together. To be one. Completely one. Your moans were muffled into her mouth.

Her lips were softer than they appeared, and you physically melted against the mattress. Tongues clashed, breathing grew heavier, and the wet spot between your legs grew somehow wetter.

Your kisses were sloppy, and your thighs tightened around her body. She could tell you were close again. And although her wrist ached with the new angle, she was determined.

She wanted to hear her name come out of your mouth again. No, needed to hear it. It was a necessity. Now that she heard it once, all she wanted was to hear it on repeat. Over and over again. For as long as you would let her hear it.

Your legs shook, and just as she had hoped, the name 'Rosa' flew out of your mouth. And as you broke the kiss to say her name, her lips peppered your face with kisses, while her free hand pushed your hair out of your face.

She wanted to see you. All of you. As you came along her slender fingers for the second time of the night. You were truly spent. And Rosa could tell.

However, she wanted your orgasm to last as long as possible. So her fingers stayed. And slowed.

"Okay..." you mumbled. "I-I can't.."

Rosa shushed you with a gentle kiss, while removing her fingers. "It's okay..." she soothed you. "Just breathe," she smiled.

Her voice was quiet and calm, instantly relaxing you. She was gentle, more gentle than you could have ever imagined. And you couldn't help but reconnect with a featherlight kiss.

This was a whole new side of Rosa you had never seen before. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And the way she didn't hesitate to slide from bed and grab a warm washcloth to clean you up, made your heart flutter.

More than it already had around her. You were happy. Genuinely happy with her. And you were excited to think of what was to come next.

This was the start of something new.

Chapter 56: Piercings - Joan Ferguson

To say you admired Joan would be an understatement. She was the best boss you could ever ask for. Taking you under her wing, teaching you to be the best version of yourself, protecting you from harm's way, and even listening to your ramblings about the importance of bonding in the workplace.

Which is exactly what led to today's events.

Where all of your coworkers, including yourself and Joan, were all gathered at a local bar to celebrate Joan's most recent drug bust and all of the hard work the rest of you put into helping clean the prison.

And it just so happened to be your Birthday as well. Yet the only person who knew that, was Joan herself as she was your employer. The person who knew everything about you.

You only knew that she knew because you had not told your coworkers. None of them wished you a Happy Birthday. But she did, when the only way you were able to fully convince her to come, was by admitting to her that today was your special day.

To say Joan was protective over you was an understatement. You were smaller, shorter, more fragile than she was. The first time you were injured on the job, she nearly put her hands on the prisoner who did it. And drunk men at a bar, was always a disaster waiting to happen.

She didn't know what overcame her. Never had she once thought she would be so protective over another person. Not once had it crossed her mind that she would feel anything for anyone.

Yet here she was, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you in the corner most area at a local bar. A place she despised going. Bars were filthy. Full of germs... full of drunk men. But one simple ask from you was all it took for her to cave in.

These past few months of you being her Deputy were the most stress-free months she's ever had being the Governor. And it was all thanks to your lighthearted attitude, your determination, and your eagerness to please her.

"I'm going to get another drink.." You said, leaning in towards your boss, who was playing with the thin straw to her own nearly empty drink. "Would you like another? It's on me.." You asked, with a small smile.

"No thank you.." She grumbled.

"C'mon," you playfully whined. "Loosen up a little bit, Governor. Just for tonight.. For me? Please??" You gave the woman your best pleading look, which instantly shattered her highly built walls and won her over.

"Fine. But just one more." She raised her pointer finger.

"Yes! See, I knew you had it in you to have some fun," you teased, earning an eye roll from Joan.

You turned to leave, but Will and Linda were to your left, deep in conversation and blocking your exit. While on your right, sat Joan, and a pile of everyone's jackets.

The Governor sensed your hesitation as she watched your eyes glance from your left, then right to her lap, to the pile of jackets, and to the bar as you thought of your way out.

Knowing she would have to touch whoever's clothing was to her right, led her to say the words that came out of her mouth next.

"Just climb over my lap," she stated.

Your eyes widened at her words, and you were hoping she didn't notice the rising heat in your cheeks and flush of crimson that quickly spread across your features.

"C'mon, before I change my mind," she insisted.

You swallowed and nodded your head, carefully moving yourself over her. With her being so tall, and the table being so short, you had to sit in her lap very briefly to fit between her and the table, and you swore that even over the loud, blaring music, that you heard Joan suck in a breath.

You instantly felt warmth flood your body at the gentle touch of her hands finding your hips for a mere second to help you finish crossing over her and find your footing.

You didn't dare look back, wanting to avoid your boss seeing your flushed face. And you internally screamed at yourself for the instant gay panic you felt when her hands just barely touched you as you only briefly sat in her lap. A place you never thought you'd find yourself in.

Joan's gaze never left you as she watched you make your way to the bar. Now that you were alone, she felt the need to keep you in her eyesight.

Yet words from her left drew her attention back to your coworkers that were already nearly drunk, babbling, and saying your name. The others were too invested in their conversation to notice Joan still seated there.

All of their eyes were on you, but not in the same way Joan's was.

"Aye, do you reckon those are piercings?" One of the men asked.

"What do you mean?" Linda asked.

"She's not wearing a bra, Smiles. Just look at her chest. You can see something poking out. Looks like piercings."

As you were leaning against the bar, waiting for the two drinks you ordered, your eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Joan. You swore your heart stopped when dark brown eyes were already looking at you.

You gave her a small smile. A smile only you gave to her.

None of the others would even dare to crack one around her. Yet you of all people, did it quite often.

Joan however, didn't reciprocate it. As the words flooding in her ears had her hands turning into fists in her lap.

"I can't really tell," Linda said.

"Well she's showered and changed around you, hasn't she? You have to know if she does or not," another one of the men chimed in.

"I'm not staring at her chest!" She shook her head, but continued the conversation, "Why don't you find out for yourself, big guy," she nudged him.

"You reckon she'd go for me?" He straightened his back, now intrigued even more. "I'd do anything to find out," he said, downing the rest of his drink.

Joan seethed, nose twitching from anger as she hastily made her way out of the booth. She was quick to her feet, keeping eye contact with you as you followed her movements.

The same man unbuttoned his collared shirt ever so slightly to let his chest hair be seen by the public eye as he straightened himself up and made his own way out of the booth.

"Sorry for the wait, the bartender is swimming in orders so it might take a minute," you stated, as soon as Joan came in earshot.

"How about we lose the drinks and get out of here, hmm?" She asked, cutting straight to the point. "I can make far better ones back home for a whole lot less," she offered.

"Oh, okay! B-but what about—" you went to point towards the table where your coworkers sat, but Joan was quick to loop her arm around yours and pull you away with a rushed "forget them".

Joan herself was partially surprised with how quick you were to leave with her without any sort of hesitancy. It made a pool of warmth spread throughout her stomach. It was a strange feeling, yet she welcomed it.

Her salt and peppered hair fanned your neck at her closeness when she grabbed both her coat and yours, and helped you wrap it around your body to keep you warm.

Luckily, you got a ride from a cab, and didn't have a car to worry about. Once the two of you walked outside, you were hit with a thousand pellets of rain. It was cold. Freezing cold. And instantly drenched the two of you.

"Christ..." Joan muttered, before grabbing hold of your hand, pulling you from your daze, and walking unbearably fast towards her car.

Joan felt bad for you. Wearing such a small dress with so much skin showing, and now soaking wet. Your hand was cold, so the second she unlocked the car door, she held the passenger door open for you, and nearly shoved you in.

The last thing she needed was you getting sick. That means no work. And when you aren't at work, she doesn't get to see you.

And Joan needed to see you.

The ride back to Joan's place was quiet, yet comfortable. Quiet music played through the speakers, and the air from the vents gave you a nice warmth.

You felt eyes on you every so often. Joan couldn't help but check up on you. No, you weren't drunk, but you definitely had a good buzz. Which easily explained your giddy smile and fascination with the passing lights outside your window.

Joan couldn't help but shake her head with a small smile toying at her lips. You truly were the complete opposite of her.

She led you into her house with great care, but the second she took off your coat, the coldness returned. You were soaking wet, and your arms instinctively wrapped around yourself.

"Come with me," Joan ordered.

And as usual, you did.

You were then met with her bedroom. A very clean bedroom. And it didn't surprise you one bit as you looked around, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

Joan rummaged through some drawers before handing you an oversized sweater and a pair of sweatpants. "It's not much, but they will have to do. Keep you warm. Come downstairs after you've changed", she smiled softly, hands brushing against yours as she handed you her clothes and left you alone.

They were a bit baggy, but Joan was right... They did keep you warm. And when you breathed in, all you could smell was her.

And it was intoxicating.

Making your way back downstairs, Joan was in the kitchen, but your mind was focused on something else.

Her fencing swords. The tall glass cabinet held an enormous amount of swords. Each one is slightly different from the other. It was truly mesmerizing.

It was clear Joan took great pride in her hobbies, and all you could think about was her training with them. The sword, the gloves, the stance. How tight her gear would be on her body.

God, her body. Her curvaceous body. The way the fabric would stretch around her luscious ass when she would go to bend over—

"Each one of these I've used in a competition and won," Joan quietly stated, jumping you out of your dirty minded thoughts.

"Oh!-" You thought it was just the smell of her shirt that invaded your nostrils, but it was her. The close proximity gave you chills. She was close. Dangerously close. So close where you could smell her, feel her breast against your back, while her free hand rested gently against your shoulder.

The same hand that pretended to pick lint from your shoulder, when there wasn't really any. She just needed a reason to touch you.

"T-That's amazing," you gazed at her. "You must be very talented."

"More than you know, darling." She toyed. "Here, drink this. Will help with the intoxication and make you feel good."

"Thank you," you smiled at her, accepting the tall glass of water before taking a long sip.

You closed your eyes at the refreshing taste and let out a small hum of approval, but the words that came out of Joan's mouth next, had your eyes snapping right back open.

"Good girl," she quietly praised, letting her pointer finger draw imaginary circles along your shoulder. She was eyeing you. Watching your every reaction. Ensuring you listened.

"But, I'm not intoxicated... I'm all here," you whispered. "And I don't need water to make me feel good," you said, taking another small sip to hide the immediate blush spreading across your nose and cheeks.

Of course you had an alternative meaning to your words. How could you not be with her? And with the slight buzz that you still had, the alcoholic courage was still coursing through your veins.

But what you hadn't expected, was for Joan to lick her lower lip, and take the glass from your hands. Your eyes watched with much intrigue as she nearly chugged the rest of the water.

It was so out of character for Joan. And yet, this one small action turned you on immensely. It was all new and exciting, watching her do things she normally would never do. But you knew she only was doing it because of you.

"So, what makes you feel good then?" She asked, quirking a brow in response.

"Oh— y'know, uh— the usual stuff," you choked out. At this point, your face was more crimson than Joan had ever seen it, and she bit her lower lip to hold back a smirk.

To get her focus off your face, you quickly took the empty glass from her hand, and scurried towards the kitchen.

Joan was having fun with you now. It was all too easy. You were putty in her hands. Completely at her mercy. And she knew, in this moment, it was time to make her move.

You were right where she wanted you.

As you set the glass carefully in the sink, Joan was right behind you. Right behind you. Arms rested along the counter on either side of you.

"Let me help you," she whispered in your ear.

"W-what?" you completely froze.

"Don't play stupid. As cute as it is, you and I both know what I'm talking about. Now do you want me to or not? I will not be repeating myself."

"Please," you whimpered. You were unable to get anything else out of you.

"Please what?" She asked.

"Please fuck me, Joan..."

Joan let out a long, hot, yet partially shaky breath at your words. She knew it was coming, and yet it still made her shiver in excitement.

You were scared when Joan didn't move. It was unbearable. The long silence was insufferable, and for a moment you thought you had ruined everything.

That was, until a warm set of lips were plastered across the side of your neck. You couldn't help but suck in a breath. You've thought about this moment over and over again, but it actually happening was so much better.

"Go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me," she mumbled into your soft skin before pulling away.

For a moment, you froze, not believing what was actually about to happen. But, a forceful smack to your ass pulled you out of your daze.

"Go on, I'll only be a minute," Joan reassured.

With shaky legs, you scurried your way back up the stairs and into Joan's bedroom. Your eyes fell on the bed, and fingers instinctively reached down to trace the soft material.

Time felt as if it was moving slow, making it seem like Joan was taking her sweet time. And maybe she was, as another ploy to toy with you and your impatience.

The door creaked open as you sat yourself down, your eyes instantly landing on Joan as she sauntered in. She had a newly filled glass of water in her hand, and her hair was now out of its ponytail, falling freely down her shoulders.

Fuck, what a sight that was.

She intended to give you the water later, needing you to stay hydrated on her. She planned on taking care of you. In more than one way.

After setting the glass on the bedside table, Joan made her way to you, standing intimidatingly tall in front of you. The way your eyes looked up at her. So full of excitement, innocence, and an eagerness to please.

Fingers grasped at your chin, forcing your gaze to stay hooked on her. "Do you want this?" She asked, in a low, raspy voice.

Your mouth fell agape, yet nothing came out.

"I'm not moving until you answer me, love. It's a simple question. Now use that pretty little head of yours and answer me."

"Y-Yes, God, yes. Please. I want it so bad. I want you so bad." Your hand instinctively pulled Joan in closer by the one that was already touching you.

Before you even had a chance to think, Joan was pinning you down against the bed and had her lips all over yours. A whimper escaped your throat when eager hands hooked under your shirt and traced their way up your stomach.

Joan let out a muffled groan when her fingers touched metal. Piercings. More specifically, nipples piercings.

And fuck, did she need to see them.

"Take my clothes off," you stated, reading her mind. "A-And yours. I want to see you, Joan. All of you. Please!"

Hands skillfully ran over bodies, clothes fell to the floor, and skin met skin as you both quickly and skillfully became naked in front of one another.

Joan took a second to break from the kiss, which easily elicited a whine from you from the detachment. "I'm not going far," she chuckled lowly. "I just want to admire you for a minute," she said, as her dark, lustful eyes scanned your naked body beneath her.

You would normally feel insecure in moments like this, but with Joan, it felt different. The way she gazed down at you, with hands roaming your smooth skin until they grasped at your tits.

Your back arched as her thumbs played with your nipples, and her eyes wandered over the jewelry decorating your tits.

"God, you're beautiful."

Joan took her time to trace every inch of your body, wanting to memorize every nook and cranny. Every dip. You were a work of art right in her bare hands.

"So fucking beautiful," she cooed. You shivered as salt and pepper hair tickled your skin as her lips attached themself to your neck. "And now you're all mine."

"Mine to admire." Kiss. "Mine to please." Another kiss. "Mine to cherish." Another kiss, followed by a deep suck to the skin along your collarbone. "Mine to keep," she finished off her sentence while admiring the newly formed mark she made.

"All yours, Joan..." you wiggled beneath her as her head dipped lower.

Her cold tongue swirled along your nipple before pulling the hardened bud between her lips and sucking. Your back arched, pushing your tits further into her mouth.

The other tit was given just as much attention as the first, Joan ensuring each one got the same amount of treatment.

"Such perfect tits. God really took his time with you," she cooed. Joan kissed, nipped, and licked her way further down your body.

She settled herself between your legs, immediately feeling the warmth between them as she sucked another mark into your inner thigh.

Your eyes were watching her like a hawk, enjoying the way her salt and peppered hair fell down her back. How her ass rose in the air as she kissed towards your cunt.

"And a pretty little pussy too," she groaned.

Your fingers pushed away the salt and pepper strands covering Joan's beautiful face. You wanted to watch her intently as her tongue dove into your cunt.

"Fuck..." You let out a shaky breath. Joan first planned on taking her time with you, but the second she tasted you, a ferocious energy took over her.

Her tongue swirled your clit before she sucked with all her strength. Quiet whimpers were quick to fly from your mouth. She was skillful with her ministrations. Knowing when to suck, to flick her tongue, to let out a low groan to add in a vibrational pleasure.

"You taste so good," she stated. "I'm never going to get enough of you."

Joan hiked your leg over her shoulder to push herself deeper into your pussy. Her tongue poked and prodded, swiping your juices all around your cunt as she lapped ferociously at you.

"That feels so good..." you moaned out, fingers clutching at not only her hair, but the sheets beneath you.

Joan can feel her own slick dripping down her thighs as she eats you out. Her own neediness to orgasm growing with each passing second. But, she needed you to come first.

Your thumb and forefinger twist your nipple while your hips jerk involuntarily in Joan's face. Your orgasm is fast approaching as you watch her between your legs.

"Come for me, beautiful," she coaxed. "Let me taste more of you."

The lewd noises between your legs, and Joan's praising words were more than enough to send you spiraling. Your whole body feels weak, but you push through.

"Good fucking girl," she praised. Joan lapped up your juices, savoring each and every drop as your legs shook around her.

After licking you nearly clean, Joan slithered up your body. Full, wet lips smashed roughly against yours, wanting you to taste yourself as her tongue worked its way into your mouth.

The kiss was heated. Wet. And sloppy.

And your hands desperately grasped at Joan's curvaceous hips. They slipped over the full curves to reach around and grab roughly at her thick ass that was far too big for your hands.

Your hands stayed put, even after Joan broke the kiss to allow both of you a moment to get air back in your system.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" She asked, fully aware that you were too dazed to respond by the glassy, fucked out look in your eyes.

"Fucking perfect," she whispered against your lips as she kissed you once more. This time it was sweeter, and softer than before.

"But don't think I'm done with you just yet, sweet girl. I know you can give me one more."

You whimpered at her words, and watched as she leaned over towards her nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a wand.

Joan watches your facial and body movements intently, awaiting some sort of 'okay' before she continues her actions.

"P-Please," you cried out.

She bit her bottom lip, repositioning herself above you in a purposeful position.

The hum of the vibrator came to life after hearing your words, your eyes eagerly watching as Joan lowered the toy closer towards you.

"Joan—" you let out a shaky breath as she pressed the toy against your hardened nipple. With the piercings, your tits were more sensitive, and Joan quickly came to find that information out when a moan came out of your mouth.

Fuck, this was hot.

She swirled the toy around your nipple, before doing the same to the other. After all, she had to be fair. Joan couldn't keep her eyes off your tits, watching as they beautifully shook with each breath you took, and the way your piercings perfectly adorned them.

Joan's hand fell further, dragging the wand down your sternum towards the spot she couldn't wait to put it against.

Your hips jerked before the toy even came into contact with you. Your nerves and excitement were coursing through your veins.

Joan leaned in slightly, letting her lips hover over your own as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Come with me."

Fuck.

You cried out when Joan pressed the wand firmly against your puffy clit, the sensitivity immediately making you shake. She pushed her own hips forward, and let out her own deep, sinful moan as she joined you with her clit feeling the same vibrations.

You swallowed hard, and Joan sucked in a deep breath before letting out another moan. Her moans were laced with steel, and each one was embedded into your brain in an instant.

"Fuck— I can't—" you whined.

Your hands grasped at the one holding the vibrator to move it, but in one quick movement, Joan used a large hand to pin your wrists above your head.

"Wait for me," she said sternly.

Your body shook as electricity shot through your veins. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, begging to drop, only to be wiped away by tender kisses from Joan's lips.

"Such a good girl for me," Joan smiled against your lips before giving you a tender peck. "So fucking good." Her hips rutted against the toy, adding more pressure to you, causing a loud, broken moan to escape.

Joan's dark, hungry eyes were devouring you as she watched you slowly break in front of her. Tears freely fell from your eyes. The need to come taking over your entire body.

"Joan, please—" your head shook as your nails dug into her porcelain skin.

"Now. Come— fuck!"

Joan bit your lower lip hard, nearly bruising the tender area. Even though she was right there, Joan waited for you to orgasm first.

You sobbed out her name, the coil finally snapping in your body, and allowing pleasure to rip through you completely. Joan watched you with satisfaction, before allowing herself to succumb to the pleasure.

"That's my girl..."

It was slick, wet, and came gushing out of her before she even had a coherent thought. She coated your pussy, thighs, and drenched the sheets beneath you as she came. Hard.

She tensed above you, toes curled, and moans mixed with yours in a sinful, harmonic symphony.

"Fucking christ..."

Joan leaned her forehead against yours, waiting until you let out an involuntary whine at the overstimulation before she turned the wand off and tossed it carelessly to the side.

You couldn't think, or even move for that matter. Just watched, as Joan breathed heavily above you, gently using her one clean hand to cup your face.

You were twitching beneath her, the aftershocks of your orgasm still prominent. You were a mess beneath her, and boy was that a sight for her to see.

She smirked at the sight. She was proud of herself.

When her own legs stopped shaking, Joan reached towards the nightstand again, but this time grabbed the glass of water. She brought the iced glass to your lips, allowing you to drink the refreshment.

She urged you to hold the glass yourself so she could move. You went to whine in protest, but the stern look on her face shut you right up. She was only gone momentarily to return with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up.

You watched as she was careful and gentle, knowing you were now very sensitive.

No words were spoken, yet so much was said as she wiped you clean and took complete care of you first without a second thought.

You were falling.

Falling for Joan Ferguson.

Chapter 57: Kinky - Joan Ferguson

Joan's gaze skimmed over the room, basking in the memories that came flooding through her mind. From the window where she fucked you senseless for the world to see. To the dresser, where she bent you over and fucked you raw.

But her favorite spot of them all, was of course the bed. The same bed that she commanded you to lay on over and over again while she ate you out.

The same bed that you were laying on now. Bare. Legs spread. And an eager face.

You had stripped yourself free from your clothes then took your time removing item after item off of Joan until she herself was standing tall, beautiful, and naked at the edge of the bed.

You've been exposed to her before, but this time was different. This time you two were official. No more emotional barriers getting in the way. And now, there was nothing holding Joan back.

"You get even more goddamn beautiful every time I see you like this..." she admitted.

"Joan, I am nothing compared to you," you said back to her. Licking your lips, you took in the sight of her. Her stance was domineering, clearly in control, exactly how you liked her.

Her muscles contracted as she crawled onto the bed. Still a few feet away from you. Her large tits swayed with every movement she made. Her salt and pepper hair fell beautifully down her face. Her rounded hips curved dramatically as she crawled. And her warm, milky plush thighs squished your hips as she straddled you.

"I can never get tired of looking at you, Joan..."

"Must I open the drawer and grab your favorite blindfold?" She teased.

"No, please! I want to be able to look at you... to admire you... to see your gorgeous body taking complete control over mine."

"Then be the good girl I know you are and let me fuck you dumb. I don't want to see a thought behind those pretty little eyes. I want to do anything and everything to you. To leave you whimpering, wet, and crying after I have my way with you."

You don't even hesitate to wrap your legs around her, entrapping her, and grabbing her jaw with one hand to bring her face just mere inches from your own.

"My body and heart belong to you, Joan. I just have one favor, though.."

"And that is?" She questioned, raising a sharp and curious brow.

"Surprise me with something new."

Joan's smirk grew at your words. "Now that, baby, I can definitely do," she said, before her lips roughly connected with yours.

Your hands instinctively were brought to her body. Roaming and feverishly touching every inch. But, they were quick to grasp at her large tits.

Thumbs swiped at her pink nipples, before squeezing them between your thumb and forefinger. Joan moaned into your mouth, loving the attention to her breasts, but not enough to let you think you were in charge.

Her rough hands were quick to pin yours above your head. Large enough to use one to wrangle both of yours together and keep them pinned down.

"Keep your hands to yourself. Got it?"

Your head immediately nodded, but your mind was too fuzzy to comprehend a word your lover was saying.

"That's my good girl," she cooed into your ear.

Kisses were left along the entirety of your neck. Teeth scraped and bit, leaving instant marks, only to be soothed over with Joan's warm, wet tongue as she made a path lower.

Your collarbone was next. Then your breasts. And Joan for one, loved your breasts. The way your nipples grew hard when she tugged at them with her teeth.

Little whines grew as she gave them both her full attention. She was skillful with her mouth. That she proved over and over again. And was going to prove it once more tonight.

As Joan sucked a nipple between her lips and toyed with the other, your hands couldn't help but jump to her hair to move the grey strands from covering her beautiful face.

The moment was sweet, but in an instant was completely changed.

Joan's hand flew, and before you knew it, landed directly against your cheek in a harsh slap. The sound itself was sure to be heard for miles, but the gasp you let out after came in close second.

"I said, keep your fucking hands to yourself. Got it?" She questioned, nose slightly twitching as she attempted to control her anger. After all, she didn't want to actually harm you if she lost control.

"I—" your mouth opened, yet no words came out. You were shocked. Shocked to the core at the unexpected gesture.

Yet for some reason, the wetness between your legs dripped even heavier. Pooling at the covers beneath you.

And Joan, being ever so attentive as she always was, noticed not a single tear shed from you. How the redness in your cheeks grew, and not just in the spot she slapped. How your chest rose and fell rapidly.... And how your thighs squeezed together beneath her plush ass.

"Oh, I see...." Joan tsked. "You liked that, didn't you? You like it when I slap you around. When you act like a filthy little brat and I punish you for it. Isn't that right?"

Your breath hitched after Joan grabbed your cheeks roughly. Yet again, no words came out while your mouth propped open.

"Already speechless, are you? Pathetic..." she stated with a faux pout. "But, let's start with your first punishment before we tackle fixing that."

Joan, being the more muscular one between the two of you, took pride in how easy it was for her to flip your body over. Your front was against the bed, while your backside faced her.

"Do you know what I'm punishing you for?" She asked. "And I demand an answer this time," she deeply demanded in your ear.

"Y-Yes," you shakily answered. "T-Touching you."

"Glad to hear you're still self aware."

You let out a cry at the first smack to your ass, as Joan was quick to start your punishment. Slap after slap, Joan had you easily whining and pleading for her.

Even with the tears falling down your face, Joan knew by the mess your pussy was making, that you were enjoying being her little plaything.

You eventually lost count, while Joan admired the crimson shade that spread across both of your ass cheeks. Her hands kneaded at the skin, and you hissed at the contact.

"For punishment number two, you're going to stay like this. Face down. Ass up," she said, moving and repositioning your body as she spoke, allowing your ass to stand tall in the air. "And unable to look at me."

"But, Joan—" you whined, but were quickly cut off to another monstrous slap to your right cheek, as Joan quickly cut your words off.

"No but's, little one. You brought this all on yourself because you couldn't behave...." she teased, giving your ass cheek a tender kiss, giving you whiplash at her demeaning yet tender words and actions.

"But if you come for me, I might be more than willing to give you another chance to look at me. And we both know you'd be creaming on the spot if I let you watch me fuck you."

Her hands grabbed at your hips, positioning your lower body to allow her better access to your cunt that aches to be touched by her.

"Just look at you.... This pussy of yours is drenched and I haven't even done anything yet. Just how I like it..."

Her long and slender pointer finger slid easily along your folds. You were more wet than Joan had ever seen you, and it was all thanks to her slapping you around. Something both of you took a mental note of.

"So fucking wet..." she nearly whispered, holding your hips in place as her finger drew lazy lines along your folds. "And it's all for me.."

Two fingers easily slipped inside, being immediately coated by your arousal. Your pussy squelched as she got deeper until she was completely knuckle deep.

"You're taking me so well, baby..."

Joan was taking her time. Her fingers didn't move. Her voice became more gravely. More husky. And it only turned you on more.

You let out a soft moan when Joan spread her fingers inside you. Her smooth fingers stretched your ridge-filled walls with ease.

"M-More—" you finally spoke out. Your throat was dry, and your words were shaky.

"More?" Joan cackled devilishly. "So she speaks! Sweetheart, I don't think you're ready for that. Don't be foolish."

Your hips pushed back, and Joan's knuckles left imprints on your ass.

"Please! I n-need you... I need more."

Joan hesitated. First, her deep, dark brown eyes scanned your face. She wouldn't do it if you looked scared, but when you didn't look it, she let out a small breath.

Then, she took note of your body language. And with the way you freely spread your legs wider, she took that as her way to accept what you were asking her.

"You're lucky I find you rather cute sometimes."

A third finger was quick to add to the equation, completely stretching you further than Joan ever had before. You gasped at the stretch, it hurt only briefly at first until she slowly dragged her fingers out of you, leaving you with small moans when she pushed them back in.

But the pace didn't last long. Joan didn't want to waste anymore time. She sped up her ministrations, leaving you to moan with pleasure as she finger fucked you.

It didn't take much for you to come along Joan's fingers, your arousal dripping down the palm of her hand. Her name flew past your lips sinfully.

"Ahh— Fuck!" you whined, face burying deep into the pillow after feeling teeth bite down on your already sensitive ass.

"Such a little whore... I didn't say you could finish," Joan seethed. Teeth marks imprinted, letting it be known for you later when you look in the mirror.

Her fingers stayed pumping, relentlessly, refusing to slow down no matter how loud your cries were. Again, you deserved to be punished. Something Joan quickly became accustomed to.

"Now you're going to give me another one."

Your pussy was sensitive. Too sensitive. Tears brimming at the corner of your eyes at Joan's quickening pace. You didn't know how her hand wasn't cramping.

"I c-can't!" you whined. Although, your body went against your words. "Too sensitive..."

"You can. And you will," Joan demanded.

Tears shed, soaking the pillow beneath you, making it just as wet as the fingers filling up your insides. The pain, which was brief, turned into pleasure, allowing you to enjoy the moment more.

Joan's lips attached themselves to your ass, teeth nipping and sucking along your sensitive, crimson skin leaving dark marks in their wake as she sucked hickey after hickey on your body.

"Fuck, Joan..." your hips pushed back against her slender fingers.

"C'mon, baby, give me one more," she mewled. "I know you're already close again." Her voice was low and husky, while the breath along your bottom was warm yet soothing.

Your pussy clenched at the pet name. It was one of your favorites. And Joan knew exactly that.

"Come for me, baby. Show me what my good girl is capable of," she soothed, giving a soft peck over her marks that were now visibly showing.

After a few more thrusts, Joan's name filled the air a plethora of times. You couldn't help but squeal as your orgasm washed over you, more prominently and rougher than before.

Legs shook violently, and your thighs begged to close, but Joan refused for them to. She wanted the pleasure to last. To stay as long as possible. To watch as you writhed and cried in front of her.

"Joan!—" your voice was ragged and breathless as you yelled out your lover's name. "Holy shit..." your face buried into the pillow, muffling your moans as Joan let you ride out your high.

"That's my good girl..." she cooed.

You felt empty after Joan removed herself. Her gentle hands ran along your shaking body, soothing you in her best way possible.

Even as dominating and demanding Joan could be, this was the side of her nobody but you ever sees. The loving, tender, and soothing side of Joan that crawled up to you, and moved your hair out of your face.

She wanted to check up on you. As she always did after sex, and it made your heart melt when she cupped your cheek and gazed at you lovingly with those big, brown eyes.

"How are you feeling, baby? Was it too much? What can I get for you? Water?" She asked, thumb swiping mindlessly across your cheek bone.

You instinctively cuddled close to your worried lover, legs intertwining with hers, and an arm draped across her stomach while your head rested in the crook of her neck.

"Good. No. Not yet. Need cuddles..." your words were muffled with your face buried deep into her neck.

Joan let out a small sigh of relief. The last thing she would want to do is push you too far or make you uncomfortable. It was her job to take care of you. Make you feel safe and loved.

"Okay, sweetheart..." Her fingers toyed with your hair, twirling the strands carefully between her fingers while the other hand caressed your spine. "Let me know when you're ready to move," she said, kissing the top of your head. "I have to clean you up at some point."

You giggled at her words, while your body pressed tightly against hers. The warmth and comfort of her larger body always soothed you when you were in it, as it was like being in a bear hug.

And Joan kept to her word. Waiting for you to let her know when you calmed down and relaxed enough to let her finish taking care of you before tucking not only you, but herself into bed as well to engulf you into more cuddles.

Chapter 58: Sunsets - Portia Featherington

The sun hung low, shades of orange and pink swirled in the sky above you. It was warm and inviting. Almost as warm and inviting as the arms around your waist.

Almost.

"It's so beautiful..." you admitted quietly, gazing up while you leaned against the balcony to your front.

"Very beautiful," Portia agreed. But her eyes weren't looking up, they were looking at you. Admiring you. Taking in every feature that she loved oh so much.

You rolled your eyes playfully and gently nudged the redhead behind you with your elbow. "I'm serious!" you laughed, as her lips softly pressed against your neck.

"As am I." Portia's words were muffled as her mouth was too busy focusing on your neck.

You allowed her access to trail kisses along your neck for minutes on end. You felt pure bliss in this moment. Everything around you was relaxing. Almost like a fever dream.

You had everything you wanted. A loving wife, a house, a gorgeous view of grand fields just outside of your bedroom window. There were flowers, horses, and bees pollinating flowers.

But, when lips left your neck, and a thick, beautiful body stood in your way to purposely obstruct your view, your mind was brought back to reality.

"You're not paying me any attention," Portia pouted. "We must change that immediately." Short, manicured hands fell to her hips.

"Oh?" you smiled softly, wrapping your arms around the older woman's neck. "I sincerely apologize, my lady. Let me change that for you," you bit your lip.

A kiss was all it took for Portia to melt. But, the one simple gesture quickly turned into more and more. It was fast, needy, and didn't let up. Each touch of Portia's soft lips against yours had you immediately going back for more.

The redhead eagerly pushed you through the opened doors leading inside to your shared bedroom. Hands tugged and pulled at clothing, expert fingers leaving you both naked in only a matter of minutes.

As Portia was needier than you were, you took it upon yourself to push her down against the bed and straddle her plush body. Lips reconnected and little whines muffled into your mouth.

Portia's fingers tangled in your hair as your mouth attached to her neck. Love marks were quick to show up, leaving her pale skin covered, just the way she liked it.

"Mm, baby, I've waited all day for this... for you," she admitted.

"Then I must make it worth the wait, my love."

Kisses trailed lower. Legs were spread. And your head found itself between a pair of pillowy thighs, and face to face with a wet, pink, pussy.

The first lick up her folds had her letting out a shaky breath. Fingers pulled at your hair and gripped hard, warning you to not pull away. As if you would even do it anyways.

She was sweet and tangy. Her arousal coated your chin as your tongue lathered her cunt. You flicked, prodded, and sucked on her button. You couldn't help but let out small moans when Portia pulled at your hair.

"Just like that, my sweet girl..." Portia cooed.

Your eyes flew up to your lover, admiring the way she was sprawled out in front of you. Her large breasts swayed as her hips bucked against your face.

"S-So close—"

It wasn't surprising how easy it was for Portia to climax. On days like this, she had herself worked up all day. Making it quick for you to give her multiple orgasms without wearing yourself out.

You pulled her clit between your lips as your eyes continued gazing up at your lover. Her arm was draped over her face, and her mouth fell agape as her moans filled the room.

She shook as her orgasm came quickly, your name falling past her lips like a prayer. Legs threatened to close around you, but your hands held them open.

Your thumbs soothed her silky skin as your ministrations didn't let up. Moans grew louder, and a leg flew over your shoulder as Portia chased for another orgasm.

"My god.." her voice cracked. "Baby please don't stop!"

Your middle finger poked at her entrance, slowly pushing its way past her gaping hole as your mouth continued its work against her button. But one finger turned into three as you fucked her knuckle deep.

The speed of your fingers matched the speed of your tongue, giving Portia the most exhilarating experience. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around your digits.

She tasted and felt delectable, leaving you never wanting to let her out of your mouth. Looking back up at the redhead, her head was now buried in the pillows, and her back was arched, raising her massive breasts high in the air that nearly covered her head from your position.

Her cunt squeezed and clenched tightly, while her legs tensed around your head.

"Just relax, my love. Breathe through it.." you soothed her.

Not one, nor two, but three thrusts later, Portia's wet pussy began to cream along the slender digits adorning her cunt. Her orgasm pooled in the palm of your hand before dripping onto the mattress below.

Your words helped, her breathing erratic but more in control than they were before. The fingers in your hair left, to grab at your wrist. She helped maneuver you, letting you still fuck her through her orgasm, but slowing your movements down.

"You did so good, Portia... my sweet love."

You slid your body up, engulfing Portia into a deep, smothering kiss. It was soft, yet passionate, and Portia was quick to reciprocate.

"That was so worth the wait," she giggled against your lips.

"Good," you kissed her again. "There's plenty more where that came from."

Chapter 59: Seeking Warmth - Alcina Dimitresu

"Draga?" A deep lustrous voice called out to you.

"Hmm?" you hummed in response.

You had been standing in front of the window, watching in awe as the snow trickled down from the sky. Alcina had been eyeing you intently, noting the way your body went from relaxed to slightly shaking from the cold air seeping in through the glass.

"Draga Mea, please move from the window. It is far too cold outside and you are far too fragile to be standing there wearing that next to the window."

You finally looked down, remembering the silk nightgown that you were wearing that clinged perfectly to your body. Your arms and legs were covered in goosebumps, and you finally came back to reality, your body shivering as you moved towards the roaring fireplace.

Alicina chuckled as she took a sip of wine, shaking her head when you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Come here," she lightly demanded, patting her thigh impatiently. You gave her a shy smile in return, your bare feet pattering against the wooden floor as you made your way to her lap.

Her strong arms immediately brought you closer, your nightgown riding up ever so slightly as you straddled her. "My god, you're freezing, Draga!" she worriedly ran her hands up and down the sides of your arms to warm you.

"I'm okay! You worry too much, Mia Amore." you gave the ravenette a gentle kiss.

"Apparently not enough," she huffed, causing you to chuckle and kiss her again, this time more passionately.

"You're too good to me." You smiled against her lips, unraveling the knot in her robe so you could wrap your arms in around her waist and pull her in impossibly closer as both your lips danced in perfect unison.

"I'm just giving you what you deserve, Draga." Her hands fell from your arms to your hips, her own shiver, despite already being warm, ran up her spine when you adjusted your hips against her.

You deepened the kiss, allowing yourself to relax against your lover, despite the coldness that had you shivering against her. Alcina admired the way your cheeks were a rosey hue when you pulled back for air, her fingertips now running circles just under the hem of your nightgown.

"Draga?" she asked, her voice now in a deeper lustrous tone.

"Hmm?" you responded just as you did earlier, mind already hazy from the kiss.

"I have an idea to warm you faster, if you'll hear me out..." The fingers that were at your hips fell to your inner thighs to rub lazy lines.

"I'm listening," you hummed.

"You see," she licked her lips. "It helps if you're warmer on the inside as well. That's where I come in," she smirked, bucking her hips so you could feel her sudden bulge between your legs.

"Ooh..." Your eyes dipped from her lips and back up to her golden hues. "You always have such a dirty little mind, 'Cina."

She let out a little chuckle, fingers finally reaching beneath your dress to pull at your panties, but stopping her movements and asking permission with her eyes.

Your nod was all she needed to strip you of your undergarment, lifting your knees to help her in the process as she tossed the fabric to the side of her.

"I think it's only fair we do the same with you," you mewled, pulling her own nightgown above her hips and releasing her from her now tight restraints and placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

She ran her tip along your folds, allowing your wetness to coat her as she eased her way in. Small whines fell past your lips as you felt her stretching your walls.

"You're doing so good, Draga," she cooed. "Just let your body relax." You nod at her words, resting your head against her chest. "That's my good girl, taking me so well. Does it hurt?"

"Mmm, n-no, not really," you reassured her.

"That's good. You did so good for me." Her fingertips grazed your scalp as she went fully inside you, and stilling your movements. "Such a good girl," she mewled.

You hummed, letting yourself fully relax against the ravenette. Eyes closed, and all you could hear were her deep breathes and the steady beating of your own heart.

To others, they would think the lady of the house had a hole in her chest. And maybe she did, but you were slowly filling in the gaps.

You sat peacefully, basking in the warmth of your lover. You felt full, entirely full, her girth always fitting you perfectly. Like she was made for you and only you.

Alcina took another long, hard sip of her wine, topping off her tall glass before she returned her focus solely on you.

Long manicured nails drug a fine line up and down your spine, almost soothing you. "Would you sing for me?" you quietly asked. "Please?"

Alcina chuckled lowkey at the unexpected request. She hadn't sung to you much, but she knew how much you loved to hear it. The amount of times you've begged to hear it was more than she could possibly remember.

"Only because I'm feeling generous for my darling girl," she cooed, kissing the top of your head.

You nuzzled into her breasts as soft hums and quiet words fell past the ravenette's lips. You were quick to pick up that it was one of your favorite melodies.

She knew you far too well.

She had the voice of an Angel, something you liked to tell her every chance you could get. Her voice calms you, yet turns you on all at the same time.

It was soft and sweet, yet husky and demanding. The perfect combination to have anyone's panties soaking wet by the end of the tune.

As Alcina reached the peak of the song, your hips involuntarily moved. As if you were swaying to the melody. But, the small movement had you letting out the quietest of moans.

But not quiet enough for Alcina to miss it. She loved the little noises you made. Each and every one of them. It always urged her on to hear more of them.

Hands grabbed at your hips, slowly urging you to move as her voice beautifully sang in your ear. Even in this intimate moment, Alcina was always in charge.

Every time she sang, one thing would always lead to another, and she wouldn't be the only one singing a melody by the end of the night.

She knew the effect she had on you. Hands helped roll your hips ever so gently as she continued. Your steady breaths changed tempo, the feeling of your hot breath along her skin only urged her forward.

Alcina had yet to move her own lower half, wanting you to enjoy getting yourself off while she did little to no work.

Her name fell past your lips, begging, pleading for her to move. But, she wouldn't. Not until you were completely ready to take her.

"Keep moving for me, darling."

You did as you were told, slowly yet deliberately gliding your hips back and forth, building yourself up as Alcina took your hair in both hands.

Before you knew it, your hair was in a tight ponytail, allowing the ravenette to see your full face. "Such a beautiful little thing..." she cooed.

Alcina grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep, lustful kiss that had you turn into mush completely. You were at her mercy. It was entirely inevitable.

"Please..." you pleaded. Your words were ghostly against her lips before you pulled your bottom lip between her teeth.

"Please what?" She teased, pulling you back by your hair gently so you'd have to face her to beg for what you want. It was one of her favorite ploys to boost your confidence when asking for what you desire from her.

"Please take charge. Take me fully. I'm all yours. I need you so bad..." Alcina smirked at your words, loving how easy it was for you to submit to her. To give in to your needs. To let her give you what you want. Whenever you wanted it.

Bright yellow eyes grew a shade darker, and slender fingers gripped at your ass, ensuring Alcina had a good grip to move you as she pleased.

"Good girl, using your words for me..." she pecked your temple softly. Alcina used her strength to lift you slightly, only to slam you back down, while meeting you halfway with the thrust of her hips.

Your moans started quietly, as they usually did, but the more she took her time to ram her full length into you. She wanted to slowly work you up.

Alcina's hands roamed every curve covering your entire body. Memorizing each dip and crevice; as if it's her first time discovering it.

Your arms draped mindlessly over her broad shoulders. "Fuck, you make me feel so good," you admitted after a louder moan. Your breath was hot and heavy against her colder skin.

"I've wanted to fuck you all day, Draga," she admitted. Her cock was buried deep into your pussy, every inch filling you with immense pleasure.

"Then don't hold back," you told her. "Please..." you begged once more. Your words always did something to her. But the begging... that's what made her animalistic.

Her fingers trailed up your back, before one pull at your hair had your neck lulled to the side to give her access to her most favorable spot. Your neck.

Sharp teeth invade your flesh, making you wince, but feel good all at the same time. It made your heart beat faster. The way she was always so eager to feed on you. To taste you. It was riveting.

Alcina picked up the pace, but made sure to hold you into place as she did so. Not wanting you to move while she was feeding. Her grip on you was firm.

She pounded into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the overbearing pleasure was coursing throughout your entire body. The marks left on your neck were her way of showing possession.

"Oh my— Alcina," you whimpered.

Skin slapped against skin along with the squelching of your pussy filled the room while accompanied by your moans.

Your wetness dripped down Alcina's shaft. Her movements grew more frantic at her name falling off your tongue. She could tell you were close. Your own movements are getting sloppy.

"What do you want, Draga?" she asked you, mouth still muffled against your skin.

"Need to come... fuck- please!" You were dazed, eyelids half open as you looked up at your lover with hooded eyes.

Your pussy fluttered and squeezed, earning a groan from Alcina. Her mouth eagerly pressed against yours, giving you a hard, fiery kiss before she spoke.

"Then come for me. Let me feel you come around my cock," she groaned. She was pumping into you hard, enjoying the feeling of your pussy smothering her.

Your thighs shook violently as you rode her, completely falling apart as your orgasm washed through you. Vision went blurry while moans grew louder.

A deep roll of her hips had you seeing stars. Your pace grew slower, while Alcina savored every last second of your orgasm.

"On your knees, sweet thing," she demanded. "I know exactly where you like to end things," she bit her lip.

You were sweating, breathing heavily, and eagerly letting Alcina pull out of you so you could fall to your knees on the cold mahogany tiles. Alcina's breath caught in her throat at the sight.

Her large hands wrapped around her wet cock, pumping the thickness in her hand to keep her going. But, you swatted her away to make room for your own hand.

This was the only time Alcina would let you take charge. And you always made the most of it.

Her eyes softened as she watched you between her thighs, using both hands to stroke the length of her cock. Your own eyes met hers, hooded yet soft. Puppy dog like.

You replaced one hand with your tongue, licking up the base of her cock and moaning at the taste of you along her. Alcina brought a hand to your hair, taking the entire pony into her hand to guide your head.

She sighed when your tongue swirled along the tip of her cock before being replaced with your entire mouth. You took her in slowly, moans being muffled by her cock filling your mouth.

You never broke eye contact, using your one hand to squeeze the bottom of your shaft while your mouth did all of the work. Alcina's hips met with your movements.

"Mm, just like that. You're doing so— so good for me," she mewled. Her head lulled back, but her eyes remained targeted at you.

Her praising words urged you on. Your head bobbing up and down as you took her fully in your mouth with tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, slobber dripping from your lips to the tip of her cock. Alcina groaned at just the sight alone and her cock twitched.

She didn't give you long before she forced your head back down to finish what you started. You were forceful and relentless, while continuing to give her a squeeze.

"Oh, fuck! I'm close— don't stop, Draga!" Her grip on your hair tightened.

The bucking of her hips were messy while you were sloppy yet determined. She was a twitching mess, just on the brink of what she needed most.

You gagged as you took her in fully, and that was enough for Alcina to break. Something had snapped inside her, the release she had been yearning for finally coming to the light.

Warm, thick liquids jumped down your throat, Alcina climaxing with a plethora of praises towards you. Your name falling past her lips like a prayer.

You gladly swallowed every last drop of her, humming at her saltiness mixed with your arousal. Her dick twitched wildly, and her hips bucked profusely.

"Fuck fuck..." She pulled at your hair, removing your mouth from around her. "My God, sweet thing, that was divine work," Alcina praised.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, looking up at your lover with admiration. Alcina urged you up with her pointer finger, motioning for you to give her a kiss.

You gladly accepted, legs going on either side of her hips to straddle her. Lips met in unison in a passionate kiss. Alcina couldn't help but hum at the taste of herself on your tongue.

"I love you, Draga," she cooed.

"I love you too, Alcina," you mumbled against her lips.

"Why don't we go take a bath to clean ourselves up, hmm?" She offered with the tilt of her head.

"Sounds perfect," you said, giving the ravenette another beck on the lips before the two of you untangled to give yourselves a well deserved bubble bath.

Chapter 60: Like A Virgin - Joan Ferguson

The night had been perfect. Joan dressing you up in the prettiest yet most expensive dress she could find; taking you out to dinner at her favorite fancy restaurant; taking you home to her expensive house, all while giving you every last inch of her attention.

Her hands were on you all night. Her eyes never left yours or your body.

And to end the night off, took you into her bedroom. Cleaner than usual. Unusually dimly lit by vanilla scented candles.

She was treating you like royalty. And to her, you were. But after all, this night was special... To you, to her, to both of you. Not only was it your anniversary, officially marking your first year of dating, but it was also the night you would give yourself to Joan.

All of you.

It was dizzying in the best way possible. The feel of her soft, warm hands pushing you carefully down onto the mattress. The wine settling in your stomach giving you a hazy effect and soothing your nerves.

She's been patient. Ever so patient. Which was rare for the older woman, but for you she ensured she would not touch you in your most intimate places unless you gave her permission.

The same woman who never made you feel forced or coerced into doing anything. Wanting you to be the one to make the call. She wouldn't take anything from you unless granted, and it made your stomach do flips.

The big, tall, arrogant, self absorbed, tough Governor of Wentworth was wrapped around your finger. Putty in your hands. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

She was kind, careful, considerate, completely the opposite of her usual demeanor with you. It made you feel special, wanted, and in awe that you were her undoing.

Joan had stripped herself bare before you as she climbed on top of you. Carefully. Slowly. Deliberately. Watching as your eyes left her face to roam across her bare, milky skin. Smirking as your eyes dilated once you reached her chest.

It wasn't the first time you've seen her naked. But this time was different. Intimate. And it was all so invigorating.

Her long fingers tugged at the straps of your dress, sliding them down your shoulders, but stopping. Your eyes leaving her body to look back into her eyes. Dark and blown wide. Filled with hunger.

"Tell me to stop." Her voice was low, raw, and gravely. She was restraining herself. Not wanting to push you.

"I won't," you reassured her, hands finding her own to help slide the straps down your arms. You had no bra on, nipples instantly growing hard from the harsh cool air as your dress slid down your body.

"Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable. That you don't want this. And I will..." she continued.

"Joan..." you looked dearly up at her. "I want this. God- I want this so bad. I want you so bad! I promise you I'll tell you if I want you to stop. But trust me, I won't.." Your hands continued to help her slide the thin dress from your body, and from this angle you could feel how wet she was when she lowered herself back onto your pelvis.

Her eyes scanned your face for any uncertainty, and you could tell she was still hesitant. Growing impatient, a hand flew to the back of her neck, dragging her down to engulf her in a heated kiss.

"God you're so beautiful," she admitted between featherlight kisses. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted this. Wanted you. Holding myself back from devouring you whole.." she trailed off, watching as your cheeks grew crimson at her praise and confession.

"Don't hold back." You said all too fast. "Use me. Devour me. Please, Joan.. I need you. Need to feel you." You begged, legs wrapping around her to pull her impossibly closer, nipples rubbing deliciously against her own as your fingers ran through her grey-streaked hair.

Your begging made her impossibly wetter. And she knew you were the cause of her undoing.

"Oh honey, you will feel all of me. I'll make sure of it. I'm going to take such good care of my little Angel." She cooed, allowing her hand to finally reach between your bodies and slide down your stomach.

She could feel you trembling beneath her. Chest heaving with anticipation as her hand reached lower, and lower, until fingers reached your pulsing center.

Lips devoured your own, sweet yet hungry while her fingers slid through your folds, gathering all of your wetness that quickly coated her slender fingers.

The involuntary sound that escaped your throat was muffled into the kiss. Joan reveled in it. Wanted to hear more of it. Needed to hear more of it.

"So wet— and all for me?" She teased, leaving your lips to start a trail of kisses along your jawline.

"Yess..." you whimpered, attempting to buck your hips, but failing. "All for you." She was bigger than you, stronger than you, and the sheer weight of her had you unable to move. Unable to get yourself off on her fingers. "Please..."

"Please what, honey?" She whispered in your ear. "Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want. I need to hear you say it." She nibbled at your ear lobe.

"I need you inside me, please! Want to feel you to fill me up. So bad, please Joan.. I'm ready! Need you so bad.." Your grip in her salt and pepper colored hair tightened, earning a low groan from the older woman.

"That's my good girl," she praised, watching your eyes instantly light up from her words. Keeping mental note that praise made you melt. "You're so good for me aren't you? Hmm?"

Joan didn't even give you time to respond before her skillfully fingers found your clit. Words escaped you as your mind immediately went blank. A whimper falling past your lips at her finally touching you.

She was slow, deliberately slow. She wanted to take her time with you. Learning you. What you liked and didn't like.

"And so eager for me," she playfully teased. "My sweet, sweet girl." She kisses you deeper this time, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb lovingly sweeping across your cheekbone.

The hand that was snaked between your bodies had fingers lazily circling your clit with strokes that were so precise, you were already seeing stars.

You were falling over the edge embarrassingly fast. She was being so sweet, so gentle, taking care of you like you were the most precious thing on Earth. And to her, you were. She wanted, no needed this to be perfect for you.

Her touch was featherlight yet determined. Warming you up to the inevitable fingers that she wanted to fill you with. Her heart swelled at all of the trust you put into her taking care of you.

The noises you made were more consistent the faster she moved, still muffled by the tongue that made its way into your mouth. She didn't fight for dominance, but instead fell into a smooth rhythm for you.

One of your hands slid from her hair to grab at her chest, needing to feel more of her. Your hand immediately fills with her plump and full breast. Her chest was larger than yours, much larger, and you loved it.

She notices your body squirm beneath her, your lower have attempting to buck into her hand. But, she couldn't have you getting off just yet. She needed to feel you get off on her fingers.

Joan breaks the kiss to peck at the corner of your lips before whispering, "Are you ready for my fingers, baby? We don't have to if you're not ready."

You nod breathlessly, swallowing the last nervous lump in your throat. But that wasn't enough for her. She needed to hear you say it.

"Use your words, Angel. I need to hear it.." she murmured into your skin. Her eyes were soft, gentle, looking for any hesitation before continuing to move further.

"Yes," you said immediately. "Please use your fingers. I— I need to feel you, please.." you mumbled breathlessly, squirming more beneath her.

"Okay," her lips tugged into a small smile. "It's going to be a bit of a stretch. Might hurt at first. Tell me to stop if it's too much, okay?"

"Fuck— yes, Joan! Just please start. Need your fingers inside me," you whined, earning a delighted chuckle from the older woman.

"Understood," she smirked. She found your hole, gathering your arousal before slipping her middle finger into you slowly. You gasped, feeling the stretch of just her one finger.

You being more petite had you feeling every centimeter of her finger, length and width. It only slightly hurt as she pushed in, stilling her finger once she was knuckle deep.

"You're so tight.." she murmured, mainly to herself. "Okay so far?" she asked.

"Yes," your fingers moved stray hairs out of her face as you answered. "You can move."

At your words, Joan slowly dragged her finger out, before pushing it back in. Keeping her ministrations nice and slow. She changed the angle of her wrist after, hitting a spot inside of you that had you moaning out her name.

Joan drank it right up. Loving how her name fell past your lips. You could hear just how wet you were with every drag of her finger. The sound was filthy, but it turned you on even more.

She stayed like this for several minutes, before angling her hand to tease her ring finger at your seeping hole. "Think you can take another one for me?" she asked tenderly.

Words escaped you as you nodded your head. Joan accepted the nonverbal response this time, trusting you would tell her to stop if it became too much for you to handle.

The stretch burned in the most delicious way possible. You whimpered loudly, which Joan swallowed as her lips pressed against yours once more.

"You're okay," she mumbled. "You're with me," she continued, smiling into the kiss. "I'll take care of you."

She resumed her slow and steady pace, wanting you to feel comfortable with the stretch before she moved more. But with the wiggling of your hips, she took that as her sign.

Her fingers moved faster, the wetness between your legs sounding more obscene with every draw of her fingers. It was raw, filthy, and you loved the sound of it.

You were quickly nearing the edge again. Faster than before. The original pain of the stretch turned into pleasure as she hit that sweet spot inside of you with precision with every thrust of her digits.

"Joan, I— I'm..." words left you before you could finish, your breathing becoming too erratic.

"It's okay, honey. Let go for me. You're taking my fingers so well.." she praised.

She could feel your pussy fluttering around her as she tenderly pushed them into you. Her tongue swiped against your lower lip before her teeth sunk into your lower lip. Not hard. But enough to send you completely spiraling.

The moan that left you was utterly filthy. Pornographic. Followed by her name and multiple expletives as you came. Your vision was blurry, skin was hot, and your pussy clenched down so hard, Joan was trapped. Unable to move her fingers as you came hard, dripping into the palm of her hand.

"Fucking christ..." Joan murmured, feeling the wetness between her legs dripping down her inner thighs as she watched you come beneath her. "That's my good girl. So fucking beautiful."

Your eyes fell shut, feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure all at once was invigorating. Life changing. You had never felt so much all at once.

"Let me see you," Joan pleaded. Thumb swiping across your cheekbone once more. "Open your eyes, baby. How are you feeling? Talk to me."

The blush across your cheeks spread even further, somehow grew a shade darker as you opened your eyes back up to face Joan. "Good," you murmured. "Very very good." The smile on your face made Joan's heart skip a beat.

The blissed out look on your face had her craving more from you. She needed to.

You were hot, unbelievably hot. Skin of fire, yet goosebumps invaded every inch of your body. The sound that left you as Joan slipped her fingers out of you was involuntary.

The feeling was empty. Too empty. But when Joan slipped those two fingers past her lips, something inside you went feral. She hummed at the taste of your juices, sucking her digits completely clean of you.

"Joan..." you whined, wiggling beneath her. "I—Can—" you swallowed, suddenly embarrassed at what you were going to ask.

"What is it, baby?" Joan tilted her head, gazing down at you curiously.

"Can..can we go again? I want more..." you buried your face in the crook of her neck.

"Oh, darling..." Joan pulled you back to look down at you lovingly. "Don't get all shy on me now. If you want more, then I will gladly give you more.." she kissed your temple before hovering over your ear.

"After all," she started, voice low and gravely. "There is something I've been eager to try with you once we've reached this point."

Your body shook at her voice. Intrigued by what she was saying. She thought about this before? Planned to be with you for so long? To be so intimate? Your heart was beating vigorously out of your chest.

Joan didn't hesitate to plaster a quick kiss to your lips before gingerly sliding off your body. Leaning up on your elbows, you watched Joan walk towards her closet. Her hips held an extra sway to them, and your eyes fixated on the plumpness of her ass.

You gulped when she walked back out, catching the items that laid in her hands. She had a smirk toying at her lips, watching as your eyes widened and your teeth pulled your bottom lip between them.

"Is this too much for you, darling?" She asked, standing at the edge of the bed, harness in one hand and a thick dildo in the other.

"N-No, I don't think so," you mumbled truthfully, curiosity getting the better of you. "But I'd like to try it. Just.. just be gentle."

Joan's dark eyes softened at your words. "Of course I'll be gentle with you," she said, stepping inside of the harness. The straps fit perfectly around her plush thighs, and it took everything in you not to let out a groan.

"My darling girl must get used to this first before we really start having some fun." Your thighs subconsciously closed at her words, rubbing them together in hopes of some friction.

But Joan wasn't having any of it. She tutted and pulled you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, leaving little to no room between your bodies.

Your ass hung just barely off the bed as Joan stood above you. Tall and dominating. Yet her words and actions were the opposite.

"Remember, tell me to stop if it's too much," she reiterated towards you. Your head nodded quickly and firmly, breath hitching when the tip of the dildo swiped at your entrance.

"Are you ready, my love?" She asks tenderly, soft hands running up and down your bare legs. "It's going to be more of a stretch, okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, spreading your legs wider for her to stand completely between you.

Luckily, you were still wet enough for her to spread your juices along the toy. Joan moved slowly, pushing the tip into your tight hole, careful to take her time to let you adjust.

You didn't realize you hadn't breathed until Joan informed you. "Breathe for me, baby. In and out. Don't think. You're doing so good for me." She talked you through it as she sank into you.

Your hand flew to hers that rested on your knee, needing to feel her touch to ground you. You threaded your fingers with hers, mouth parting in a silent moan as she pushed deeper.

"That's it. Such a good girl." Her thumb swiped lovingly along your hand, keeping her eyes laser focused on your every reaction. Ensuring you weren't in pain or uncomfortable.

You breathed through your nose and out of your mouth, finding yourself smiling at her words of praise. She was being so soft, gentle, and patient with you, making this experience feel unforgettable.

"Okay.. m-move please," you bit your lip softly, eager to chase another high but nervous at how your body would react.

Joan's other hand held your hip firmly, pulling herself back, nearly emptying you before thrusting back in. You couldn't help but moan. There was a slight sting at the stretch, but the pleasure was more dominating.

Joan smiles down at you, eager to please you. Eager to watch you come undone around her once more. Holding back moans of her own as the toy pressed against her clit with every thrust.

The bed quietly creaked, slightly banging against the wall as Joan's thrusts were slow yet strong, wanting you to feel every last inch of her.

"F-Faster, please..." you begged, pulling her in impossibly closer as you wrapped your legs around her waist. "Fuck," you whined at her closeness, pushing her deeper inside you.

Joan's salt and pepper hair fell down her face, framing her perfectly as she leaned forward to place her hands beside your head. The new angle pushed her further inside you, hitting that same spot as earlier that had you moaning out her name.

She picked up her pace, following your orders. Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Your moans drowned out, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled your ears.

Joan groaned into the kiss, pleasure hitting her with every thrust. It was completely filthy, intoxicating, and yet she was gentle with the way she touched you.

One of her hands slid down to grope your chest. She squeezed slightly, before twisting your hardened nipple between your fingers.

Wanting to hear you more, Joan's lips left yours to pepper down your chin. She quickly attached them to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh. And you didn't hold back. You let her hear every sound.

"God, I love hearing you," she mumbled into your warm skin. Hot breath against your neck.

Every moan of her name. The expletives that seemed to get filthier and louder. And what made them more consistent was the hand that slid between your bodies, skillfully circling your clit. The pleasure was overwhelmingly divine.

You came uttering and mumbling her name, your body hot to the touch. Shaking beneath her. Pussy clenching around the dildo. Tears fell down your face at all of it.

Your chest was heaving, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Your nails briefly dug into her as you steadied yourself.

Joan was quick to pepper your face with kisses, slowing her movements, and swiping her thumbs next to your eyes, catching the stray tears that fell.

"Was that too much?" She asked, worried she pushed you too far and the tears were a bad telltale sign. "Did I hurt you?"

"No!" you smiled, hands pulling her in by the cheeks as you gave her a smothering kiss. "It was perfect... absolutely perfect." You reassured her, giving her a sweeter kiss the second time.

"Good," she sighed, smiling against your plush lips. "Because I'm far from done with you, sweet girl." She kissed you tenderly. You hummed when Joan slid from you, falling to her knees between your legs.

You knew what was about to happen next, and your stomach did a summersault. You were completely surrendering yourself to her. Trusting her. And goosebumps erupted along your skin at the first flick of her tongue.

This was going to be a long and eventful night.

Chapter 61: Like A Virgin - Joan Ferguson

The night had been perfect. Joan dressing you up in the prettiest yet most expensive dress she could find; taking you out to dinner at her favorite fancy restaurant; taking you home to her expensive house, all while giving you every last inch of her attention.

Her hands were on you all night. Her eyes never left yours or your body.

And to end the night off, took you into her bedroom. Cleaner than usual. Unusually dimly lit by vanilla scented candles.

She was treating you like royalty. And to her, you were. But after all, this night was special... To you, to her, to both of you. Not only was it your anniversary, officially marking your first year of dating, but it was also the night you would give yourself to Joan.

All of you.

It was dizzying in the best way possible. The feel of her soft, warm hands pushing you carefully down onto the mattress. The wine settling in your stomach giving you a hazy effect and soothing your nerves.

She's been patient. Ever so patient. Which was rare for the older woman, but for you she ensured she would not touch you in your most intimate places unless you gave her permission.

The same woman who never made you feel forced or coerced into doing anything. Wanting you to be the one to make the call. She wouldn't take anything from you unless granted, and it made your stomach do flips.

The big, tall, arrogant, self absorbed, tough Governor of Wentworth was wrapped around your finger. Putty in your hands. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

She was kind, careful, considerate, completely the opposite of her usual demeanor with you. It made you feel special, wanted, and in awe that you were her undoing.

Joan had stripped herself bare before you as she climbed on top of you. Carefully. Slowly. Deliberately. Watching as your eyes left her face to roam across her bare, milky skin. Smirking as your eyes dilated once you reached her chest.

It wasn't the first time you've seen her naked. But this time was different. Intimate. And it was all so invigorating.

Her long fingers tugged at the straps of your dress, sliding them down your shoulders, but stopping. Your eyes leaving her body to look back into her eyes. Dark and blown wide. Filled with hunger.

"Tell me to stop." Her voice was low, raw, and gravely. She was restraining herself. Not wanting to push you.

"I won't," you reassured her, hands finding her own to help slide the straps down your arms. You had no bra on, nipples instantly growing hard from the harsh cool air as your dress slid down your body.

"Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable. That you don't want this. And I will..." she continued.

"Joan..." you looked dearly up at her. "I want this. God- I want this so bad. I want you so bad! I promise you I'll tell you if I want you to stop. But trust me, I won't.." Your hands continued to help her slide the thin dress from your body, and from this angle you could feel how wet she was when she lowered herself back onto your pelvis.

Her eyes scanned your face for any uncertainty, and you could tell she was still hesitant. Growing impatient, a hand flew to the back of her neck, dragging her down to engulf her in a heated kiss.

"God you're so beautiful," she admitted between featherlight kisses. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted this. Wanted you. Holding myself back from devouring you whole.." she trailed off, watching as your cheeks grew crimson at her praise and confession.

"Don't hold back." You said all too fast. "Use me. Devour me. Please, Joan.. I need you. Need to feel you." You begged, legs wrapping around her to pull her impossibly closer, nipples rubbing deliciously against her own as your fingers ran through her grey-streaked hair.

Your begging made her impossibly wetter. And she knew you were the cause of her undoing.

"Oh honey, you will feel all of me. I'll make sure of it. I'm going to take such good care of my little Angel." She cooed, allowing her hand to finally reach between your bodies and slide down your stomach.

She could feel you trembling beneath her. Chest heaving with anticipation as her hand reached lower, and lower, until fingers reached your pulsing center.

Lips devoured your own, sweet yet hungry while her fingers slid through your folds, gathering all of your wetness that quickly coated her slender fingers.

The involuntary sound that escaped your throat was muffled into the kiss. Joan reveled in it. Wanted to hear more of it. Needed to hear more of it.

"So wet— and all for me?" She teased, leaving your lips to start a trail of kisses along your jawline.

"Yess..." you whimpered, attempting to buck your hips, but failing. "All for you." She was bigger than you, stronger than you, and the sheer weight of her had you unable to move. Unable to get yourself off on her fingers. "Please..."

"Please what, honey?" She whispered in your ear. "Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want. I need to hear you say it." She nibbled at your ear lobe.

"I need you inside me, please! Want to feel you to fill me up. So bad, please Joan.. I'm ready! Need you so bad.." Your grip in her salt and pepper colored hair tightened, earning a low groan from the older woman.

"That's my good girl," she praised, watching your eyes instantly light up from her words. Keeping mental note that praise made you melt. "You're so good for me aren't you? Hmm?"

Joan didn't even give you time to respond before her skillfully fingers found your clit. Words escaped you as your mind immediately went blank. A whimper falling past your lips at her finally touching you.

She was slow, deliberately slow. She wanted to take her time with you. Learning you. What you liked and didn't like.

"And so eager for me," she playfully teased. "My sweet, sweet girl." She kisses you deeper this time, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb lovingly sweeping across your cheekbone.

The hand that was snaked between your bodies had fingers lazily circling your clit with strokes that were so precise, you were already seeing stars.

You were falling over the edge embarrassingly fast. She was being so sweet, so gentle, taking care of you like you were the most precious thing on Earth. And to her, you were. She wanted, no needed this to be perfect for you.

Her touch was featherlight yet determined. Warming you up to the inevitable fingers that she wanted to fill you with. Her heart swelled at all of the trust you put into her taking care of you.

The noises you made were more consistent the faster she moved, still muffled by the tongue that made its way into your mouth. She didn't fight for dominance, but instead fell into a smooth rhythm for you.

One of your hands slid from her hair to grab at her chest, needing to feel more of her. Your hand immediately fills with her plump and full breast. Her chest was larger than yours, much larger, and you loved it.

She notices your body squirm beneath her, your lower have attempting to buck into her hand. But, she couldn't have you getting off just yet. She needed to feel you get off on her fingers.

Joan breaks the kiss to peck at the corner of your lips before whispering, "Are you ready for my fingers, baby? We don't have to if you're not ready."

You nod breathlessly, swallowing the last nervous lump in your throat. But that wasn't enough for her. She needed to hear you say it.

"Use your words, Angel. I need to hear it.." she murmured into your skin. Her eyes were soft, gentle, looking for any hesitation before continuing to move further.

"Yes," you said immediately. "Please use your fingers. I— I need to feel you, please.." you mumbled breathlessly, squirming more beneath her.

"Okay," her lips tugged into a small smile. "It's going to be a bit of a stretch. Might hurt at first. Tell me to stop if it's too much, okay?"

"Fuck— yes, Joan! Just please start. Need your fingers inside me," you whined, earning a delighted chuckle from the older woman.

"Understood," she smirked. She found your hole, gathering your arousal before slipping her middle finger into you slowly. You gasped, feeling the stretch of just her one finger.

You being more petite had you feeling every centimeter of her finger, length and width. It only slightly hurt as she pushed in, stilling her finger once she was knuckle deep.

"You're so tight.." she murmured, mainly to herself. "Okay so far?" she asked.

"Yes," your fingers moved stray hairs out of her face as you answered. "You can move."

At your words, Joan slowly dragged her finger out, before pushing it back in. Keeping her ministrations nice and slow. She changed the angle of her wrist after, hitting a spot inside of you that had you moaning out her name.

Joan drank it right up. Loving how her name fell past your lips. You could hear just how wet you were with every drag of her finger. The sound was filthy, but it turned you on even more.

She stayed like this for several minutes, before angling her hand to tease her ring finger at your seeping hole. "Think you can take another one for me?" she asked tenderly.

Words escaped you as you nodded your head. Joan accepted the nonverbal response this time, trusting you would tell her to stop if it became too much for you to handle.

The stretch burned in the most delicious way possible. You whimpered loudly, which Joan swallowed as her lips pressed against yours once more.

"You're okay," she mumbled. "You're with me," she continued, smiling into the kiss. "I'll take care of you."

She resumed her slow and steady pace, wanting you to feel comfortable with the stretch before she moved more. But with the wiggling of your hips, she took that as her sign.

Her fingers moved faster, the wetness between your legs sounding more obscene with every draw of her fingers. It was raw, filthy, and you loved the sound of it.

You were quickly nearing the edge again. Faster than before. The original pain of the stretch turned into pleasure as she hit that sweet spot inside of you with precision with every thrust of her digits.

"Joan, I— I'm..." words left you before you could finish, your breathing becoming too erratic.

"It's okay, honey. Let go for me. You're taking my fingers so well.." she praised.

She could feel your pussy fluttering around her as she tenderly pushed them into you. Her tongue swiped against your lower lip before her teeth sunk into your lower lip. Not hard. But enough to send you completely spiraling.

The moan that left you was utterly filthy. Pornographic. Followed by her name and multiple expletives as you came. Your vision was blurry, skin was hot, and your pussy clenched down so hard, Joan was trapped. Unable to move her fingers as you came hard, dripping into the palm of her hand.

"Fucking christ..." Joan murmured, feeling the wetness between her legs dripping down her inner thighs as she watched you come beneath her. "That's my good girl. So fucking beautiful."

Your eyes fell shut, feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure all at once was invigorating. Life changing. You had never felt so much all at once.

"Let me see you," Joan pleaded. Thumb swiping across your cheekbone once more. "Open your eyes, baby. How are you feeling? Talk to me."

The blush across your cheeks spread even further, somehow grew a shade darker as you opened your eyes back up to face Joan. "Good," you murmured. "Very very good." The smile on your face made Joan's heart skip a beat.

The blissed out look on your face had her craving more from you. She needed to.

You were hot, unbelievably hot. Skin of fire, yet goosebumps invaded every inch of your body. The sound that left you as Joan slipped her fingers out of you was involuntary.

The feeling was empty. Too empty. But when Joan slipped those two fingers past her lips, something inside you went feral. She hummed at the taste of your juices, sucking her digits completely clean of you.

"Joan..." you whined, wiggling beneath her. "I—Can—" you swallowed, suddenly embarrassed at what you were going to ask.

"What is it, baby?" Joan tilted her head, gazing down at you curiously.

"Can..can we go again? I want more..." you buried your face in the crook of her neck.

"Oh, darling..." Joan pulled you back to look down at you lovingly. "Don't get all shy on me now. If you want more, then I will gladly give you more.." she kissed your temple before hovering over your ear.

"After all," she started, voice low and gravely. "There is something I've been eager to try with you once we've reached this point."

Your body shook at her voice. Intrigued by what she was saying. She thought about this before? Planned to be with you for so long? To be so intimate? Your heart was beating vigorously out of your chest.

Joan didn't hesitate to plaster a quick kiss to your lips before gingerly sliding off your body. Leaning up on your elbows, you watched Joan walk towards her closet. Her hips held an extra sway to them, and your eyes fixated on the plumpness of her ass.

You gulped when she walked back out, catching the items that laid in her hands. She had a smirk toying at her lips, watching as your eyes widened and your teeth pulled your bottom lip between them.

"Is this too much for you, darling?" She asked, standing at the edge of the bed, harness in one hand and a thick dildo in the other.

"N-No, I don't think so," you mumbled truthfully, curiosity getting the better of you. "But I'd like to try it. Just.. just be gentle."

Joan's dark eyes softened at your words. "Of course I'll be gentle with you," she said, stepping inside of the harness. The straps fit perfectly around her plush thighs, and it took everything in you not to let out a groan.

"My darling girl must get used to this first before we really start having some fun." Your thighs subconsciously closed at her words, rubbing them together in hopes of some friction.

But Joan wasn't having any of it. She tutted and pulled you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, leaving little to no room between your bodies.

Your ass hung just barely off the bed as Joan stood above you. Tall and dominating. Yet her words and actions were the opposite.

"Remember, tell me to stop if it's too much," she reiterated towards you. Your head nodded quickly and firmly, breath hitching when the tip of the dildo swiped at your entrance.

"Are you ready, my love?" She asks tenderly, soft hands running up and down your bare legs. "It's going to be more of a stretch, okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, spreading your legs wider for her to stand completely between you.

Luckily, you were still wet enough for her to spread your juices along the toy. Joan moved slowly, pushing the tip into your tight hole, careful to take her time to let you adjust.

You didn't realize you hadn't breathed until Joan informed you. "Breathe for me, baby. In and out. Don't think. You're doing so good for me." She talked you through it as she sank into you.

Your hand flew to hers that rested on your knee, needing to feel her touch to ground you. You threaded your fingers with hers, mouth parting in a silent moan as she pushed deeper.

"That's it. Such a good girl." Her thumb swiped lovingly along your hand, keeping her eyes laser focused on your every reaction. Ensuring you weren't in pain or uncomfortable.

You breathed through your nose and out of your mouth, finding yourself smiling at her words of praise. She was being so soft, gentle, and patient with you, making this experience feel unforgettable.

"Okay.. m-move please," you bit your lip softly, eager to chase another high but nervous at how your body would react.

Joan's other hand held your hip firmly, pulling herself back, nearly emptying you before thrusting back in. You couldn't help but moan. There was a slight sting at the stretch, but the pleasure was more dominating.

Joan smiles down at you, eager to please you. Eager to watch you come undone around her once more. Holding back moans of her own as the toy pressed against her clit with every thrust.

The bed quietly creaked, slightly banging against the wall as Joan's thrusts were slow yet strong, wanting you to feel every last inch of her.

"F-Faster, please..." you begged, pulling her in impossibly closer as you wrapped your legs around her waist. "Fuck," you whined at her closeness, pushing her deeper inside you.

Joan's salt and pepper hair fell down her face, framing her perfectly as she leaned forward to place her hands beside your head. The new angle pushed her further inside you, hitting that same spot as earlier that had you moaning out her name.

She picked up her pace, following your orders. Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Your moans drowned out, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled your ears.

Joan groaned into the kiss, pleasure hitting her with every thrust. It was completely filthy, intoxicating, and yet she was gentle with the way she touched you.

One of her hands slid down to grope your chest. She squeezed slightly, before twisting your hardened nipple between your fingers.

Wanting to hear you more, Joan's lips left yours to pepper down your chin. She quickly attached them to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh. And you didn't hold back. You let her hear every sound.

"God, I love hearing you," she mumbled into your warm skin. Hot breath against your neck.

Every moan of her name. The expletives that seemed to get filthier and louder. And what made them more consistent was the hand that slid between your bodies, skillfully circling your clit. The pleasure was overwhelmingly divine.

You came uttering and mumbling her name, your body hot to the touch. Shaking beneath her. Pussy clenching around the dildo. Tears fell down your face at all of it.

Your chest was heaving, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Your nails briefly dug into her as you steadied yourself.

Joan was quick to pepper your face with kisses, slowing her movements, and swiping her thumbs next to your eyes, catching the stray tears that fell.

"Was that too much?" She asked, worried she pushed you too far and the tears were a bad telltale sign. "Did I hurt you?"

"No!" you smiled, hands pulling her in by the cheeks as you gave her a smothering kiss. "It was perfect... absolutely perfect." You reassured her, giving her a sweeter kiss the second time.

"Good," she sighed, smiling against your plush lips. "Because I'm far from done with you, sweet girl." She kissed you tenderly. You hummed when Joan slid from you, falling to her knees between your legs.

You knew what was about to happen next, and your stomach did a summersault. You were completely surrendering yourself to her. Trusting her. And goosebumps erupted along your skin at the first flick of her tongue.

This was going to be a long and eventful night.