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"I should leave you there all night like that; you look so goddamn good..."

Vidal laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she gripped Agnes' chin. She was standing above the detective, looking down at her. Agnes was on all fours on the floor in the bedroom; the leash attached to the loop on her collar, the other end looped around the bed post. Vidal made sure she kept it a short leash.

Agnes looked up at Vidal, the only thing she could do. She could feel the short carpet not doing any good for her knees; the palms of her hands as flat as they could be on the ground. She was in perfect table top position with her head pointed upwards. She could feel the tips of Vidal's nails digging into her jaw, the side of her neck.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me? I hope so...I can see that collar digging into your neck...is it getting too tight?"

Vidal whispered down to Agnes; her fingers gripping tighter until she could feel Agnes' teeth through her cheeks. She knew if she let go Agnes would be a moaning mess right now. She didn't want that, not yet. Her gaze drifted past Agnes' face; catching sight of the detective's hips moving slightly side to side. Vidal smiled with her teeth and looked back down into Agnes' face.

"Why are you so impatient? Don't you want me to savor this? Don't you want Mommy to have a good time?"

Agnes closed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the sensation coursing through her. The burning in her knees, her wrists. The heat and wetness between her legs. Vidal's nails still digging into her face, her neck. And the heavy reminder of the collar and chain leash she was attached to. Her head was swimming; overstimulation was never an issue for her but now...

"Awww, don't be sad my pretty, handsome boy..."

Vidal roughly let go of Agnes' face, nails dragging across her skin. Agnes let out a loud breath as she let her head rest down, hanging there as she burned holes into the floor with her gaze.

She had to bite her tongue, keep herself in check. This was about obedience, Vidal said, this was about stopping those wandering hands. Agnes had to stay put and she'd get her reward. She had to be good, had to be mindful of the collar and leash at her neck. Being a bad boy meant you didn't get a reward at the end; a treat.

"...you've been so good, being so patient. How about you help me out now..."

Vidal walked all of three steps to the bed post, unwrapping the leash. She held it taught in her grasp, the same hand that was just clutching Agnes' face. She gave one, two tugs and watched the end of the leash tug at the collar. She could see the skin reddening underneath on Agnes' neck; hopefully a bruise will bloom there.

She yanked on the leash until Agnes had to move her neck, her head. She shifted slightly so that she was once again facing Vidal; her gaze traveling back up to the agent.

"Open your mouth and keep it open..."

Vidal spoke. Agnes did as she was told. She opened up her mouth, letting her jaw get heavy.

"I still can't believe you bit me and drew blood...maybe I should have gotten you that muzzle..."

And Agnes slipped up, fucked up then and there. She let out a slight, desperate moan. Her eyes widened in horror at the realization of what had just come out of her own mouth and she watched Vidal do the same.

"And there you go again...you really can't help yourself, huh?"

And she tugged the leash hard enough to almost make Agnes topple forward; catching herself on her forearms. Vidal smirked, licking her lips at the sight below her.

"Do you wanna be Mommy's pretty boy? Maybe this'll keep your mouth occupied; keep that biting in check because you wouldn't dare..."

And Agnes watched as Vidal used her free hand to insert two fingers up inside of her already wet and waiting cunt. She fucked herself with her fingers; holding Agnes' gaze with her own until she could see the quiver of Agnes' jaw. She pulled her fingers out of herself, coated with a slick sheen. The leash held tight in her hand, she yanked Agnes close enough until her mouth was parallel to her hand, her fingers. She put her two fingers into Agnes mouth,

"Close it, Baby."

And Agnes did.

"Suck on them now, Baby."

And Agnes did.

"Open your mouth and let go."

But Agnes didn't open her mouth. Her eyes dug into Vidal's, those blues turning dark with something Vidal had seen many times before.

"Open your mouth and let go. Now."

Vidal stared at Agnes' mouth and watched, stared. Not a muscle was moved, not even an inkling of letting go. Vidal basically hissed against her teeth as she pulled her hand, her fingers out of Agnes' mouth. A trail of saliva strung between them until it broke; the rest of it on Agnes' chin.

Agnes was the one smiling now as she looked up at the agent; the power shifting silently between them even though Agnes was the one on the collar end of the leash. She watched Vidal flinch slightly at the realization, the leading end of the leash slightly loosening for the first time in her hand.

you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth