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CLR is pleased to announce we have a new correspondent reporting regularly from the front lines in Florida. We rarely see informed and investigative articles either from the Florida press or law firms so we’re very pleased indeed to have Heather onboard to guide us through the complexities of what’s happening in the state. In this, her first article for CLR, she highlights for us who’s who and what’s what with regard to medical cannabis in the state. If you intend to work in Florida we’d suggest her work is a must read to start understanding what’s happening there.

Lighting Up Florida’s Medical Marijuana PEOPLE: The Front Lines

For those of you in the dark about Florida’s Medical Marijuana Program, I will be lighting up the dim corners of Florida: The Nation’s Fastest-Growing Medical Marijuana Market, according to The Miami New Times on May 2, 2019.

First and foremost, I’ll highlight the patient perspective, patients like myself who are legally registered State of Florida Medical Marijuana active ID cardholders. I am a medical patient in Florida’s Medical Marijuana Use Registry due my qualifying condition: a 2010 diagnosis of aggressive Multiple Sclerosis.

Luckily for me, Florida passed constitutional Amendment 2 in November 2016 which allows Multiple Sclerosis, along with many other chronic and debilitating qualifying conditions as eligible for compassionate care, meaning diagnosed patients would be allowed by Florida to receive a medical marijuana recommendation from a qualified Florida physician and products from a licensed Florida dispensary; these dispensaries must strictly adhere to Florida’s seed-to-shelf vertical integration business model.

As for me, one minute I’m teaching as usual for the University of West Florida as I had every day for the past thirteen years, and the next, my life was abruptly and irrevocably disrupted that hot day in August when my vision began fading on the periphery and my left side began feeling numb, clumsy, unusable. The rest is, well, my everyday present.

I am a legal Florida medical marijuana patient since January 2017, as well as a patient educator and vocal advocate. Since then, my quality of life has increased dramatically, both mentally and physically. Even my doctors and specialists are amazed at my progress!

As such, I am representative of the face of medical marijuana in Florida, one of 234,204 qualified active patients with ID cards as of June 21, 2019. Did I mention that we only have 2,321 of those “Florida qualified physicians” for the ever-expanding lot of us? Whew!

There is some help in sight, though. In May 2019, Florida Commissioner of Agriculture Nikki Fried announced that a newly-created and appointed Medical Marijuana Advisory Committee of 18 doctors, lawyers, patients, industry leaders, and advocates will be implemented in order to “advance and modernize policies” to move Florida into the future of medical marijuana.

Fried also strongly delivered a message that could have been taken straight out of my own mouth: “This is a plant that not only improves people’s quality of life, it’s an alternative to sometimes-dangerous pharmaceuticals and addictive opioids.” She further directly advises that cannabis, or marijuana, is a medicine that an overwhelming majority of Floridians voted for and are constitutionally guaranteed access to as a therapeutic medicine.

I know. I used to be a pharmaceutical statistic of opiate and controlled substance pain medications, alongside 25 other Multiple Sclerosis symptom-fighting medications for seven long years..

But triumphantly, since 2019, we now have exciting cannabis news exploding on the front lines every day as Florida boldly moves into their future of medical marijuana. From the June announcement that edibles are finally beginning production and sales in Florida, to the March passage into law of the legality of a patient’s rights to smokable cannabis flower, all the way to the quest for SOPs for equipment, labs, and dispensaries to facilitate the evolution and stabilization of consistency, safety, and efficacy in both products and in patient access and affordability by a brave new Advisory Committee.

If Florida plans to increase its medical marijuana program through new legislative policies and marijuana dispensary standardized procedures, how exactly do we attempt to accomplish this?

Florida plans to help close the existing gaps and get patients and the state across the existing, prohibitive Drug War bridges, with Florida’s appointment of a 2019 inaugural group:

18 Member Medical Marijuana Advisory who will collaborate with the Florida Department of Agriculture to help improve the state’s medical marijuana regulations and policies through membership by the following individuals:

Kim Rivers

Rivers serves as the CEO of Trulieve and has 12 years of experience running successful businesses from real estate to finance as well as years in private practice as a lawyer, specializing in mergers, acquisitions, and securities for multi-million dollar companies.

Barry Gordon, MD

Gordon is one of Florida’s most experienced medical cannabis providers. He is the owner and Chief Medical Officer of the Compassionate Cannabis Clinic.

David Kotler

Kotler is a partner in Cohen Kotler P.A. and is Of Counsel to Hoban Law Group in Denver, Colorado, where he’s worked on legal issues pertaining to cannabis and hemp.

Dr. Michelle Weiner

Dr. Weiner is certified in Interventional Pain Management and Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation. She researches substituting cannabis for opioids in chronic pain management at Nova Southeastern University and Florida International University.

Zachary Kobrin

Kobrin has served as General Counsel & Chief Compliance Officer for a multinational cannabis company and Florida MMTC and currently advises cannabis and hemp industry clients on legal, regulatory and business development issues.

Dan Russell

As an attorney with Dean, Mead & Dunbar, Russell represented one of the initial cannabis dispensing organizations in Florida and continues to represent clients involved in all aspects of legal cannabis.

Dr. David B. Corn

Dr. Corn specializes in podiatry and founded Western Massachusetts Podiatry Associates, PC. He was one of the first medical professionals certified to participate in the Massachusetts medical marijuana program.

Cameron Vance, Ph.D.

Dr. Vance is co-founder and Chief Information Officer at Medical Marijuana Treatment Clinics of Florida where he works with physicians and patients to improve quality of care and patient outcomes.

Sally Kent Peebles

Peebles is a partner at Vicente Sederberg LLP, a national firm specializing in cannabis law and policy. She practiced with the firm in Denver, Colorado before returning to Florida to open the firm’s Jacksonville office.

Jacel Delgadillo

Delgadillo, whose son suffers from Dravet Syndrome, a catastrophic form of epilepsy, co-founded the federal nonprofit CannaMoms to help other children like hers and raise awareness on the benefits of medical cannabis.

Eric Stevens

Stevens worked to legalize medical marijuana in Massachusetts before helping to lead the 2014 and 2016 efforts to legalize medical marijuana in Florida. He is currently the Director of Business Development at Kaycha Group, which owns and operates EVIO Labs Florida, ISO accredited cannabis testing labs, and the MJ Buddy App.

Mike Smuts

Smuts is a cannabis industry professional with operations leadership experience across all divisions of several vertically integrated businesses in Colorado and Florida.

Ron Watson

Watson founded a full-service governmental affairs firm focused on healthcare and medical cannabis. He is also the Director of Governmental Relations for MuV, a Florida-based medical cannabis company and was recently the Executive Director of the Florida Society of Cannabis Physicians, which closed after losing its bank.

Antoinette Duncan

Duncan is the President and CEO of Duncan Life Sciences. She has 13 years of experience working with top pharmaceutical, medical device, and cannabis companies, and is currently a member of the ASTM D37 Technical Committee for Cannabis and Minorities for Medical Marijuana.

15, Peter Barsoom

Prior to founding 1906, an edibles company, Barsoom had an extensive career in finance and business strategy, holding senior management positions at leading institutions including American Express, Merrill Lynch, Morgan Stanley, BlueMountain Capital and Intercontinental Exchange. He serves on the board of numerous leading cannabis industry associations including the Marijuana Industry Group, Colorado Leads, and the New Jersey Cannabis Industry Association.

Paul Messer

Messer is a Parkinson’s Disease patient who is retired from the contract furniture industry and holds a master’s degree in social work.

Karen Seeb Goldstein

Goldstein serves as the Executive Director of NORML of and Vice Chairman of Regulate Florida.

18, Elaine Geller

Geller is the Vice President of Legislative Affairs at Amercanex, a member of the Congressional Cannabis Coalition, and of CanLab. Geller’s work focuses on cannabis policy development at the state and federal levels.

This Committee is part of Florida’s Cannabis >Medical Marijuana Division in the Department of Agriculture. The Committee will convene telephonically and in-person bimonthly to develop ways and methods to expand patient access and affordability, increase innovation and technology within the cannabis industry, and to make recommendations to the Legislature and the Department of Health’s Office of Medical Marijuana Use (OMMU)

Who will organize and oversee this committee, you ask?

Florida Director of Cannabis: Meet Florida’s New Director of Cannabis: Holly Bell

Read her RESUME here from February 2019

Meet Florida’s “Mother of Marijuana” interview on May 2, 2019

Who will this committee make recommendations to other than the Florida State Legislature? Who else is listening intently?

Florida Office of Medical Marijuana Use, or OMMU, provides Weekly Updates every Friday.

This Office is part of Florida’s Department of Health.

Who will appoint, amend, manage and provide oversight to this Advisory Committee, the Director of Cannabis, and to the Office of Medical Marijuana Use?

Department of Florida Agriculture: Meet Florida’s Commissioner of Agriculture and Consumer Services: Nicole “Nikki” Fried and Shelby Scarpa, Florida Deputy Commissioner of Agriculture

Glossary of Marijuana Terminology via CannaInsider.com and Americans for Safe Access.org

References: Department of Agriculture press releases in Sunshine State News, The Miami New Herald, Florida Politico, and the Florida Department of Agriculture’s Fresh From Florida News

Coming Soon Article: Lighting Up Florida’s Medical Marijuana PEOPLE: The Medics

Contact Heather

Heather Allman

B.A.Ed., M.A, University of West Florida

Non-Profit Founder: Allman Education, medicalcannabis101.org

Location: Pensacola, Florida, USA

Phone: 1-850-287-2509

Web: http://medicalcannabis101.org

Twitter and Instagram: @allmaneducation

Email: [email protected] or [email protected]

Linked In: http://linked.in/in/heatherjallman

Heather Allman Biography

Heather Allman

Heather has worked in the education, writing, and textbook reviewing industries for 22 years. For over a decade, Heather worked for the State of Florida as a multidisciplinary Faculty Instructor at the University of West Florida in Pensacola, Florida in the English, Communication Arts, and Honors Departments. During this time, she presented at the 1998 American Literature Association Annual Conference and she regularly contributed to and reviewed textbooks for such publishers as Cengage, McGraw-Hill, Longman, Pearson, Prentice-Hall, Contemporary Learning and Thomson-Wadsworth.

When no existing professors volunteered for the monumental task, Heather pioneered the burgeoning online course program for the University of West Florida after training on 2 separate course platforms. She began by creating content and curriculum for Professional Writing courses which enrolled 100 students per semester in conjunction with the English Department, and she eventually executed a hybrid 50 student course in Interpersonal Communication jointly with the Communication Arts Department which required an in-person, live public speaking conponent in addition to their required online coursework: a new online course framework completely designed by Heather for the University.

After early retirement from UWF due to her diagnosis of aggressive Multiple Sclerosis in 2010, Heather became an independent Medical Cannabis researcher, educator, personal consultant, and vocal advocate. She also worked with Florida For Care as a Northwest Florida Outreach Coordinator, gathering petition signatures for the 2016 Florida Constitutional Ammendment 2 that overwhelmingly legalized medical marijuana throughout the state for patients like Heather.

Since 2014, she has worked tirelessly to advocate, educate, and raise awareness about medical cannabis and its therapeutic medicinal use over standard pharmaceuticals. Heather currently works as a medical cannabis researcher, writer, speaker, consultant, and community outreach liaison. She actively participates with the efforts of the U.S. Pain Foundation, the Florida Cannabis Advocacy Network, Americans for Safe Access, Drug Policy Alliance, and the Law Enforcement Action Partnership.

In 2018, Heather subsequently founded Florida’s first independent non-profit medical marijuana educational website Allman Education: <MedicalCannabis101.org> in order to educate, spread awareness, and illuminate Florida’s complex legal medical marijuana rules, news, and regulations in her unique radically honest, audience adaptive, well-rounded manner. She is a passion-driven, inquisitive listener and adept interviewer with the goal of starting a medical cannabis podcast in the near future.

She works as a volunteer with the National Multiple Sclerosis Society’s “Walk MS” annual campaign to fundraise and always participates in the walk in April. Heather also acts as a Junior Pain Ambassador with the U.S. Pain Foundation, a national chronic pain advocacy organization, with their “End Pain. Not Lives.” campaign.

She operates on the principle of radical compassion in her daily life and practices what she deems “Medical Marijuana C.A.R.E.” in that she strives to Communicate, Advocate, Relate, and Educate both the community and the general public in all that she endeavors.

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storiesofsvu · 8 months ago

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Decadent Desire Ch 8

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut, rougher sex (ish), minor breeding kink. ngl it almost feels like a bit of a filler chapter, but it reunites what bits i had combined previously to make full chapters. Also sometimes filler is needed, I needed something else in there to break things up and that's why i kept staring at the word doc having NO clue what i wanted to do. SO, hopefully it doesn't take two weeks til the next update. lol. thank you for reading, extra bonus love to everyone who comments, sends asks and reblogs! you're the best!

After a lavish breakfast of stuffed French toast, all the delicious sides you could ask for and the best tasting coffee you’d had in ages you figured you should take advantage of the fancy shower once more. You took your time, scrubbing your skin with exfoliant before washing with a rose scented body wash and combing through your hair with a leave in conditioner. Wrapping yourself in one of the fuzzy robes you added in some hair treatment, doing your best job of braiding your still damp locks to air dry while sipping on a second cup of coffee. Finally it was check out time so you collected your things and headed downstairs, the Sunday morning air was the perfect balance of crisp while warm, the breeze floating through the streets spreading the sense of summer on the way.

You weren’t totally surprised when you found a bouquet of flowers on your front step, a note from Emily in the florists font scrawled across the front. Scooping it up you took it inside, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse to the kitchen island before unwrapping the flowers. Picking a vase from the cabinet you filled it with some water and placed the bouquet inside, placing them on the coffee table to display. You dug through your bag for your phone, finally finding it and opening the text chain with Emily.

‘The flowers are gorgeous, thank you.’

‘You’re such a good girl I figured you deserved a little treat.’

‘It’s much appreciated.’

‘Speaking of… your upcoming events, do you need anything for them?’

‘I’m picking up a couple of dresses from alterations this week, haven’t looked through my accessories though.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

‘Thank you. Enjoy New York, eat a bagel or a slice of pizza for me.’

‘Oh now that’s just a guarantee’

You chuckled as you locked your phone, sliding it back onto the island before you turned back to the fridge, eyes flicking through what was left and still usable for you to meal prep a bit for the upcoming week.

Said upcoming week flew by faster than you’d expected, likely due to all of the added on extra tasks you had to complete by six p.m. on Friday. Even with the slew of assistants strewn through Heather’s team, everything had to be perfect, double or triple checked, approved by Heather or yourself before appointments were confirmed, meetings were booked, or things were publicized or printed. You often wondered if it was actually financially worth having your own personal assistant considering the amount of things you either did yourself or had to be redone. (Not that it really mattered to you, they weren’t on your payroll).

Friday’s banquet wasn’t much for you to worry about, just made sure you were dressed the part and were ready when the car rolled up to your condo. Dinner was over and cocktails were in full swing, time for schmoozing, networking and making sure that everyone went home remembering the Dunbar name and philosophy. You’d stepped outside briefly after dinner, chatting with a congressman while he had a cigar and gave you the opportunity to stretch your legs. Walking back inside you found a high top table to settle against, pulling out your work phone to read a handful of emails.

“You know, you are allowed to put that thing away, right?” Heather teased, sliding a glass of Cristal across the table to you and you rolled your eyes, locking the device.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew I was confirming some very affluent last minute sponsors for tomorrow.” You took a sip of the champagne, thinking back to your conversation on the terrace “and you’re welcome, Blythe will be voting in favour next week.”

“Good girl.” She grinned, clinking her glass with yours before her eyes drifted to the bracelet around your wrist. Her gaze lingered for a moment then moved upward and she reached out, lifting your earring with a curled finger before her eyes dropped to the gem resting on the swell of your chest. “Matching set?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded over a sip of your drink.

“Haven’t seen it before.”

“It’s new.” You replied, a small smirk on the corner of your mouth.

“Looks expensive.”

“If you’re trying to suggest it’s out of my budget, you’d be correct.”

“It’s nice to see Emily has good taste.”

“Among other things.” There was a gleam in your eye that Heather was eager to find out more about, a smirk on her lips as she took another sip of her drink.

“Glad to hear.” Was all she had time to reply with when another body sauntered up to your table.

“Not surprised to see you two here.” Tony greeted with a wide smile, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before he reached out a hand, “Ms. Dunbar.”

“You know, I am surprised to see you here.”

“Drew the short straw.” He shrugged, “director had something come up, Gibbs would rather be caught dead than at one of these things and McGee doesn’t know his Dolce from American Eagle.”

“What about that other Agent you have right now, the little feisty one?” Heather asked, sly smile on her lips as Tony chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck in an attempt to distract from the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Ziva? These aren’t really her style; she wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I mean you could’ve at least brought her as a date, shown her the ropes so she knows for next time.” You offered, nudging at his shoulder and he let out another little huff.

“Oh, no, I mean, she’d hate that. She’d spend half the night flirting her way through the crowd and the other half having to convince everyone we weren’t actually together.”

“So she’s available?” Heather asked with a teasing smirk, pulling an awkward laugh from Tony.

“I— uh, well…” He stuttered, “maybe a little too… controlling… to be your style.” He suddenly leant against the table with his elbow, “but you know McGee does have a sister…”

“Do tell.” Heather grinned over the rim of her glass, pulling an eye roll from you.

“No!” You punched Tony’s arm before swatting in Heather’s direction. “Your dance card is already full,” you turned to Tony, “and she is way too young.”

“From what I heard, that’s how she likes it.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes as Heather chuckled.

“Age is just a number.”

“She graduated high school last year. That puts her younger than your kids.” You retorted, watching the way Heather’s nose crinkled before she laughed, happy to have found some amount of amusement from a night like tonight.

She let out a soft sigh as her eyes fixated on something across the room, “there’s Conway, looks like my time is now.” She turned back to you, “Durant may need some more convincing and I haven’t seen Sharp yet.”

“Please, all I need to do is bat my eyelashes in Jackie’s general direction and she’ll do whatever I want.”

“That’s why I keep you around.” With a smile and a nod to DiNozzo, she scooped up her champagne flute and made her way across the ballroom.

“Was… she serious?” He asked hesitantly and you laughed.

“No!” You took another gulp of your drink, “besides, like I said, her schedule’s full, she can’t take on more right now.”

“Speaking of schedules.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you, “I’m surprised to see you here on a weekend, thought those were for secret romps and exchanges of sugar.”

“You know, sometimes I wonder just how suave of a man you could be if you just let your brain think things through before they came out of your mouth.”

“Stop.” He groaned, leaning against the table as he turned to you, “or are you just saving your hot date for tomorrow night?”

“This week didn’t line up, I’ve got that fundraiser all weekend, which, you should bring your team to make it a little family outing.”

“I’ll think about it.” He took a swig of his beer, “really puts a wrench in your plans then, I can already tell you’re getting grumpy.”

“Anthony…” you warned, “we met up last weekend. It was kind of last minute but we made use of the time we had.”

“So no hot dates during the week?”

“Not usually, but we’re both busy, plus she was in New York all week at conferences.”

“A rich woman, who travels for work,” he began to tick them off on his fingers, “outranks NCIS, has significant style tastes, works full time during the week and sometimes weekends… are you sure you aren’t dating a politician.”

“I—” you paused, head tilting for a second before you nodded, “yes. Government employed but not by the White House.”

“Isn’t everyone technically government employed?”

“And we’re not dating, I thought you of all people would understand the stipulations of a financial beneficiary pairing.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” He asked, eyes gleaming.

“She buys me nice things, pays for my hair or nail appointments, adds to my jewellery collection, makes sure my fridge is always full, sends fresh flowers weekly.” You spotted one of the people Heather wanted you to talk to on the other side of the room and drained your drink, “and in return I meet up with her at high end hotels on the weekends and let her fuck my brains out.”

Even though Tony had been expecting it, your brashness still left him choking on his beer as you smirked at him, picking up your empty glass to grab a refill from the bar and one for Durant.

Seven days later and fucking your brains out was exactly what Emily was doing.

It had been less than an hour and if she’d asked you about dinner, you wouldn’t have been able to remember a single thing. All you could think about was the feeling of her buried inside you, hitting deeper with each powerful thrust of her hips. Your hands clawed at the bedspread, eyes scrunched shut as your cunt pulsed around the toy, moans louder with each time she sunk into you. Her hands tightly gripped your hips, hard enough you were sure there would be fingerprint shaped bruises come morning. You let out a little whimper, your nipples rubbing against the duvet every time she fucked into you, the multiple sensations driving you absolutely wild.

“More…” you groaned out, a gasp leaving your lips when she spanked you.

“God you really do like it rough, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed to nod, fire shooting through your body, your clit throbbing as you ground it down onto the bed.

“Gonna need you to come soon princess.” She dropped over your body, husking into your ear while one hand tangled into your hair, yanking at the roots and you let out a blissful cry. Her mouth latched onto your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin as her free had wound around your middle, fingers pinching at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out, “oh fuu-cck. Don’t stop!”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, holding back any louder moans, whimpers and whines bouncing off the walls along with the wet sounds coming from your pussy. Your juices coated Emily’s cock, smearing across both of your thighs, more than enough for her to gather up as she rubbed your clit. She could feel you trembling in her arms, your hips bucking back against hers as you started to lose control.

“That’s it baby, you’re so close. Come for me.” She nipped at your earlobe, her breath hot on your skin right as she pressed harder on your clit and you were coming undone in her arms, a shaky cry coming from deep in your throat.

“Oh fuck…” you muttered, collapsing down onto the bed while she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her hips slowing just a hint.

“So good for me.” She panted, “where do you want my cum? In that pretty mouth? Hmm? Or maybe on this gorgeous ass?” A breathy gasp left your lips when she spanked you again and you moaned, pussy fluttering around her cock as you were coming up on a second orgasm.

“Inside me!” You whined, “please!”

“She likes it rough and she’s dirty?” Emily chuckled, “we’ve got a lot more to explore.”

She watched as your body shivered, thighs clenching together and your hands bunched tightly into fists as your second peak washed over you and then she let out a groan, stilling with her hips right against yours. Her hand quickly found the base of the toy, squeezing hard and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of her spilling deep inside you. Emily’s hand soothed up and down your back, watching as you caught your breath before she pulled the toy almost all of the way out of your pussy. She let out a low swear at the sight of it coated in a mixture of your cum and the lube before slowly nudging it back into you, fucking her cum deeper into your drenched cunt. You trembled again, a sheen of goosebumps breaking out on your skin and she finally pulled out of you, skilfully ridding herself of the strap to be dealt with later.

“Christ…” you muttered, your head burying itself into the pillows and Emily let out a small chuckle as she dropped down onto the bed beside you.

“Seems like you’re a little fucked senseless?” She offered and you let out a small laugh, your eyes barely blinking open to look over at her.

“Not to deflate your ego,” you let out a large yawn, “because you certainly did, but I am also just completely fucking wiped. I barely slept all week. Between Heather’s bill proposals and the upcoming endorsements I’ve been working twenty hour days.” Emily snuck under the blankets, an arm draping over the top of the pillows and you practically nuzzled into her side, yawning again as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Hey!” She swatted at your side, “none of that, you need to use the bathroom.”

“C’mon…” you whined, burrowing yourself deeper into the blankets and Emily tsk’d at you, pinching your chin until you opened your eyes.

“If you want me to come inside you again you’re going to use the bathroom missy.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, shivering as you pushed back the blankets and padded to the en-suite, much to Emily’s satisfaction. You returned a few minutes later, make up wiped from your face and teeth brushed, climbing back into the bed as you let out another yawn, curling around Emily’s side. “Are you staying?”

She shrugged, “got nowhere else to be. You mind if I keep the tv on?”

“Not at all. I’ll probably be dead to the world anyways.”

She chuckled softly, feeling you relax against her body as she started to flick through the channels. It wasn’t that late and while her week had been long it clearly hadn’t been as taxing as yours was. You were asleep within minutes, softly snoring against her and she made a mental note to start sending you good night texts in an attempt to make sure you were getting enough rest.

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storiesofsvu · 6 months ago

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Decadent Desires Ch 14

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, smut eluded to briefly, mentions of typical BAU type stuff. If any of y’all are my ao3 ppl, bless you & thank you for all the extra comments & chatting about this story! I absolutely love hearing all your thoughts/opinions/what you think is gonna happen. Like, yes please, send me your full book reports! Everybody gets an A++

After last chapter; for anyone who might want to look into more Heather Dunbar, all her works can be found here

Your eyes twitched, daring to open long before you wanted them to and you stifled a yawn, shifting slightly in the bed. As your senses came to you could feel Heather’s arm very loosely thrown over your waist, though it wasn’t an act of intimacy and definitely wasn’t cuddling. You’d accidentally fallen asleep in her bed the night prior before she could even bring you a bottle of water, exhausted from the heat and sun and thoroughly fucked. She stayed up for another couple of hours before turning in herself and sometime during her sleep had rolled over closer to you, her hand flopping across your hip.

The chirping out the window became too much and you knew you weren’t going to get anymore sleep, no matter how hard you tried. Your eyes cracked open, looking at the clock on the nightstand, at least it was already past nine, you’d gotten a little bit of a sleep in. Tossing Heather’s arm off you, you groaned softly as you sat up, stretching out your body and rolling your neck, a couple of joints cracking as you did so.

“Why the hell are you up?” She grumbled, burying her face into the pillow.

“Our flight’s at noon.” You yawned, “I’ve got to start packing.”

“I own the fucking plane. We take off when I say we take off.”

“Check out is also at noon.” You chuckled, swatting at her hip as you stood from the bed, beginning to collect your clothes that were scattered across the floor.

“You really think I didn’t already pay them off for a three p.m. checkout?” She finally opened her eyes, rubbing at them as she looked up at you and you laughed softly again.

“Then sleep. I need to shower and pack and probably get a few things ready for the week, we were so focused on the retreat I know I must’ve been missing a few things back home.” You crossed through the open door back to your room.

“God.” She huffed, dropping onto her back into the pillows as she picked up her phone, “it better not be fucking snowing back home.”

“Heather please, it barely snows in D.C.” You laughed as you hastily folded the clothes in your hands, dropping them into your open suitcase as you glanced around the room. “Hey, is Rob still off on Sundays?”

“Yeah.” She called back, “he said something about wanting to make a late dinner tonight.”

“You think you can ask him to meet us at the jet?”

“Why?” She sat up, holding the bedsheet to her chest as concern took over her face, knowing just how much a week of travel and this amount of sun exposure could affect you, “are you feeling sick? I need you for that merger meeting.”

“I’m fine.” You cast a look over your shoulder as you wrapped a towel around you, “I’ve just got a date with Prentiss on Wednesday.”

“Sweetheart, you’re in the clear.” She assured and it was your turn to chuckle.

“Heat… how many people are you currently fucking?”

“In D.C?” She asked and you nodded, “three not including Rob. But you know I don’t let them fuck me and I don’t share toys.”

“Not the point. It was in the contract I signed and Rob is far faster and more convenient than me taking time off my precious and very important job to see my gyno.”

“I will call him and tell him what time to meet us.”

“Thank you.” You shot her a smile, digging through your suitcase for classy yet comfortable clothes for the plane ride home.

“If you’re going to all that effort you may as well come back in here for one last round.”

“Go back to sleep Heather!” You called back, disappearing from the doorway and Heather heard the shower starting a moment later, letting out a sigh as she dropped back into the bedsheets.

Emily could not wait a second longer to get out of this hell hole and back home, preferably without a stop at the BAU first. Every case was teetering the line on rough, things that no normal human would be okay with witnessing or being around and this one was no different. This time there was the added affect that no matter how hard the team tried, they were always a second too late, never finding a living victim, an hour behind the unsub every step of the way until they’d finally baited him into it. Not only was she exhausted and not looking forward to the amount of paperwork that was going to come across her desk because of this week, but she really didn’t want to get the lecture she knew was coming from Bailey.

She stashed her bag into one of the cupboards, retreating to the back of the jet to drop down into the corner seat, letting out a weary sigh as she ran a hand over her face, pinching at the bridge of her nose. She just needed to get home and she would be able to handle this. Thankfully no one else really wanted to socialize either, finding more private spots on the jet, curling up in seats and couches until the plane was at cruising altitude and most everyone was asleep. She dozed off a bit herself, thankful for the rest though she wished it was more when she stirred in her seat, eyes cracking open to find they were still another few hours from Washington.

A fresh mug of steaming and very welcomed coffee found itself on the table in front of her as Tara hovered in the aisle beside the quad of seats.

“You okay?” She asked gently.

“Yeah.” Emily replied with a huff, picking up the mug, “that just… fucking sucked.”

“Man it really did.” The other woman groaned, dropping into the seat across from her, “but remember…we got him.” Her hand reached out, squeezing at her knee, “he won’t hurt anyone else.”

“I just really wish we’d clued in earlier, could’ve saved a lot of people a hell of a lot of hurt.”

“I know.” Tara replied, “so do I.” With another squeeze of her knee she settled back into her chair, taking a sip of her coffee, “we’ll do better next time.”

“Mmm.” She nodded.

“Thanks, for the extra days off by the way.” Tara commented, noting that while they were heading home on a Sunday that Emily had made the call the BAU wouldn’t be functioning until Wednesday.

“You guys need it.” She sighed, “after a case like this, everyone needs time to disassociate and pretend like there’s nothing wrong in the world.” Her gaze drifted out the window, “JJ needs to see her family, spend time with them, hug them so tight it’s like she’ll never let them go. You better be going to see Rebecca; remember why we do what we do to keep the world safe….”

“And what about you?” She asked after a quiet moment, watching the way Emily’s face twitched as she stared out the window a moment longer before turning back to her and waving her off.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been doing this a long time.”

“I know you have, and I’m not profiling, I’m doctor-ing, so you can’t lecture me.” Tara leant in on the table between them, “deny it all you want, but you have someone right now who means something in your life. It could be a new friend and that’s it, but it also could be something more and I don’t need to know any details right now, but I want to make sure you’re not just going home alone to a bottle of wine tonight.”

Emily huffed, taking another sip of coffee, “she was out of town this week, I’m not even sure when she’s back.”

“Hey…” Tara’s hand slid across the table, squeezing at her own, “whatever change you’ve made recently? It’s been a good one. You’ve been happier, more energetic, getting out of work on time and spending your weekends actually doing something. I haven’t seen you do anything other than work since we came back, so call her please… for me?”

“I’ll think about it, but I’m not making promises. I’ve got a mountain of paperwork and god knows Bailey’s gonna be blowing up my phone once he hears about the case.” She sighed, though her lips curved up into a soft smile and Tara relaxed into the seat across from her, giving her a knowing look before Emily’s gaze drifted out the window again.

Once home you began the usual post travel routine, make sure to immediately unpack, dumping clothing directly into the laundry and setting aside those that needed to go to the dry cleaners. You sorted through your work bag, filing everything correctly, stashing half away in your home office and packing the rest back up to have on the go. A quick clean out of the fridge, tossing anything that had unfortunately gone bad over the course of the week before putting in a grocery order and deciding to rely on take out for dinner. Finally, it was time for a luxurious everything shower. It didn’t matter how expensive or fancy the resort was, you always preferred your own shower, the water pressure and temperature was perfect, you had all of your own skin and hair products and didn’t have to worry about taking too much time or how many other people’s feet had touched the tub.

You wandered back downstairs just in time for your dinner to arrive, making sure to leave a hefty tip for the driver as it was much later than you’d normally order and the weather was starting to turn. Not even waiting to fully unbox everything you dug a fork into the chow mein, your stomach growling heavily already, stuffing a few forkfuls into your mouth. When you turned to grab a bottle of wine your eyes landed on the practically overflowing recycle bin and glancing over to the calendar you let out a groan, it was getting picked up in the morning, but only if it was in the alley.

With an annoyed sigh, you grabbed a sweater, shoved on a pair of slip-ons and grabbed the bin to trek through the yard and dump in the appropriate place. Back inside you locked the door behind you, a shiver moving through you at the chilly air lingering in your kitchen as you washed your hands and finally poured out a glass of wine. A sip of that and another mouthful of noodles and there was a knocking coming from the front door. A quick glance to your phone confirmed you hadn’t missed anything so you padded over to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open to find Emily on the other side.

“Hey.”

Your voice broke her out of her trance of worry, fully registering that she actually had shown up at your door in practically the middle of the night. Her eyes flicked over your form, her shoulders relaxing at just how cozy and at peace you looked, leggings and loose sweater, your hair still damp and messily braided to keep it out of the way while your face was bare of any make up.

“Hey.” Emily replied, mimicking your soft smile. Her ears picked up the sound of laundry going in the distance and she spotted your work bag sitting right inside the entry, eyes flicking up to the kitchen to your barely touched take out and she suddenly put it together, wincing, “oh shit! I’m so sorry, you just got back.” She couldn’t help it, glancing over her shoulder as if it would be a better idea to retreat to her car, “this is outta line, I should’ve called. I just… man today really fucking sucked…”

You practically snorted at the out of line phrase, your hand reaching out to pinch at her elbow, waving her into your home, “it’s fine, come on in.”

You lead her into the kitchen, urging her to take a seat at the island as you stripped off the sweater, now back in the warmth of the house. “Wine?” You asked, opening the cupboard, “or something stronger?”

“Something stronger, please.” She grumbled, running a hand over her face. She glanced up at the sound of you sliding a tumbler of bourbon over to her and her eyes landed on the cotton ball stuck to the inside of your arm, “are you okay?”

“Hmm?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to her as you stashed the bottle back in the cupboard and she gestured to your arm. “Oh,” you let out a small huff of a laugh, ripping the band aid off and tossing both into the garbage, “yeah, just had some blood taken.” You slid back onto your stool, picking up the carton of noodles and gesturing to the others, “you hungry?”

“No, thank you.” She let out a weary sigh, taking a long drink of her booze.

“Emily… are you okay?”

She glanced up at you, her eyes flitting between your oh so cozy aura, the barely touched food, prime wine that you were trying to enjoy and she let out a huff, nearly pushing back from the island. “god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just shown up like this.”

You managed to catch her hand before she had managed to actually push her stool back, “Em… I said it was fine.” You squeezed gently, urging her to sit back down and she did.

“It’s just.. I’m not exactly.. uh.. up to my normal caliber and definitely not in the headspace for our normal activities…” She nearly avoided your gaze and you let out a soft laugh.

“And that’s perfectly fine.” You reassured her, nudging her glass closer toward her, “compensation doesn’t always have to be sexual. There’s an entire other dynamic to it, companionship means support too. Contrary to what you may think, I do actually enjoy spending time with you and that will always include outside the bedroom.”

She let out a deep breath, “my brain is still trying to sort out the whole sugar baby situation and I think I’m just overcomplicating things. I kind of figured it was a sex for money but make it…morally legal.” She nearly laughed at her own words, pulling a small grin from you.

“There are plenty of sugar baby relationships that don’t even involve sex. Some people are just lonely, or scared of doing things by themselves so they have someone go with them to lunch, movies, opera, the theatre. Hell I’ve heard of a few old married couples where the wife has a passion for arts and the husband would much rather sit at home with the game on, if he doesn’t have to suffer through it himself, he has absolutely no qualms with a much younger man escorting his wife.”

“So I really am overthinking things?” She asked, looking back up to you with a soft smile and you chuckled.

“Yeah.”

“I still feel bad about intruding on your evening.”

“It’s not like I had much planned.” You shrugged, “now c’mon, help yourself to food, I’m definitely not going to finish it all.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Em..” you warned, “when was the last time you ate? Truthfully.”

“Before we got on the jet.” She winced and you cast her a glare.

“We’ve got noodles, rice, beef and broccoli or ginger chicken.” You pushed the containers toward her, “help yourself.”

She picked up a fork and the container of rice, taking a couple of bites while a comfortable silence took over the room and she was finally able to relax a bit. It was then that she started to realize more of the meaning behind your words, and why she was so drawn to showing up at your house in the first place (and why Tara had been so insistent on it). If she had just gone home she would likely be pouring over case files and attempting to get as much paperwork done as possible to get ahead before Bailey got into things with her. Sleep wouldn’t have been an option until it was all done, she definitely wouldn’t have eaten and a bottle of wine would have been her best friend. Instead being inside your kitchen felt warm, welcoming, simply having another human in the same room made her remember that there was so much else to life than just work. Things didn’t have to be so dreary and boring all the time.

“How was Florida?” She asked after a few moments.

“It was decent.” You shrugged, “secured a good amount of supporters, got some up and comers onto our ideas, reminded myself I’m not actually terrible at tennis and managed to only have my ass grabbed four times while congressmen tried to teach me how to golf.”

“Ew.” Her nose crinkled and you laughed, “I hope this doesn’t sound bad, but do you… have to like, play dumb a lot around them?”

“Oh no, I actually am completely horrible at golf. And you only get one chance to truly play dumb around them before they realize how much potential you could or do have and only certain ones feed into the dumb, some see right through it.”

“So you’ve got to know how to read them even quicker?”

“Yup.” You took a sip of your wine, “Heather always said it’s best to slide in with a hint of sensuality, let that be the bait and you have a matter of minutes to figure out whether you’re going low or high status to get them wrapped around your finger. The guys, it was go low. Do I have a very successful career with one of the highest ranked Senators in the country? Of course, but that completely slips their minds on a retreat like that when I’m wearing a cute outfit serving them drinks filling the role of cart girl.”

“Huh.” She replied, digging through the container before taking another bite and silence took over the room again. Though this time there was something lingering in the air and after a few minutes you chose to speak up.

“I take it your week wasn’t as good?”

Emily let out a heavy breath, “just a really bad case. I don’t want to drag you down with details but it was one of the worst we’ve seen in a while and in the end we barely caught the guy.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it? I promise I can handle the gory details; Tony never holds back; I actually think he over exaggerates to make himself sound cooler…”

“Tony?” Her brow furrowed.

“Agent friend.” You replied with a shrug.

“Ah,” she poked around at the rice again, “and no, but thanks. I think I just really didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Alright.” You cast her a warm smile, closing the lid on your take out as you stood from the island. You were full and Emily had done nothing but play with her food for a while now, you were sure she wasn’t going to eat anything else. “How about we take the bottle of wine upstairs then?”

“Oh, but I—” she stumbled over her words and you laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder.

“I’m not going to pounce on you, don’t worry. The tv in the bedroom’s nicer and it’s getting late, may as well fall asleep in the bed rather than have to drag ourselves from the couch later.”

She let out an awkward laugh, closing the rice container and sliding it over to you, “oh, right.”

You looked back at her, reaching your hand out as she slipped off her stool, “C’mere.” Tugging her to you she let out a little ‘oop’ as your arms wound around her, wrapping her into a tight hug. A wave of relief crashed over you as she let out a content sigh, relaxing into the embrace and the tension in her shoulders finally began to drip away. You pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head, squeezing at her once more before gently pulling away.

“Thank you.” She murmured softly, giving you a tired smile.

“Anytime.” Your hand trailed down her arm, curling around hers as you turned to the staircase, “now come on, you need some good cuddles and sleep, number one recommendation from doctors after a rough week.”

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storiesofsvu · 6 months ago

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Decadent Desires Ch 13

Warnings:Language, alcohol, brief politics mentioned/talked about, teasing, sexually charged situations/sex eluded to, gratuitous smut, fingering, oral, squirting, scissoring, spit, mommy kink, use of the word kitten, choking, we’re gonna call it snowballing, breeding kink, rough sex, derogatory dirty talk, I think that about sums it up…

Monday:

The flight wasn’t long, a little over two hours, just enough to finally have a breather from the constant and slightly stress inducing work week Heather’s team had had. You spent most of it on your work phone, queuing up social media posts and statements on Heather’s accounts, double checking her approval before you confirmed everything. You were going over the itinerary for the week with her assistant Cynthia when Heather came up, tsk'ing at both of you as she pinched your arm, leaving flutes of champagne on the table, reminding you both to relax as she disappeared into the back of the jet.

That was the one thing about travelling while part of the Dunbar team, it didn’t matter how work heavy the trip was going to be, she was always going to make sure everyone got to actually enjoy the trip too. There would likely be a couple of days book ending the work days to take advantage of amenities, explore the city or just relax on the beach. She had already pencilled in a few dinners and mini festivities into the agenda, spreading out the brown nosing and elbow rubbing that would need to be done on top of panels and meetings.

Landing in Florida you were whisked away to The Ritz-Carlton resort, naturally Heather had a one bedroom suite booked for herself with a separate living room where you would all meet whenever privacy was needed. She kept you in a smaller adjoining suite most trips, this one included, with Cynthia on the other side of your room. If anyone else was brought with, they were usually down the hall, giving them a little bit more space from the work side of things as they would likely only be needed once or twice during the week.

The resort was gorgeous, ocean views, beachfront property, multiple pools and plenty of things to keep you occupied. Four restaurants and bars, coffee shop and café, tennis courts, an entire golf course, fitness center, full service spa along with a plethora of outdoor activities included with your stay ranging from kayaking to horseback riding. There was absolutely no way that any of you would have a spare minute to be bored, not on a trip like this.

Check in was a breeze and you were escorted upstairs where you promptly told Heather you were crashing for a nap, the extra early morning meetings straight into the flight had utterly wiped you. Knowing that you’d been putting in far too many overtime hours, including over the weekend she had no complaints, heading out to explore the resort with Cynthia.

When you woke up a couple of hours later you thankfully felt refreshed and after a brief checking of your phone you decided to head downstairs to check out the gym. You wanted to get a run in and there was no way you were doing it outside midday, it may have been December but you were still in Florida. There were a few familiar faces downstairs that you said a friendly hello to or shared some small talk, and you were more than well aware of a Congressman’s eyes on your ass as you did your cool down stretching.

Back upstairs you could hear Heather on the phone in her room, and knowing there was either dinner or drinks happening tonight, you figured you would jump in the shower, getting ready and presentable for the evening. It gave you the warm up and rejuvenating time you would need, slipping into the more extroverted role you would have to play for the week, friendly, approachable and even a little flirty to everyone while remaining quick and smart as a whip to always come out on top and get all the support and backing you could.

Politics was a nothing but a game of strategy, after all.

Tuesday:

You knocked on the door leading to Heather’s adjoining suite, her voice calling out only a second later.

“It’s open.”

Opening the door, you stepped through it into the living room area, Heather glancing up from her laptop, “got a weird request.” You started, “you’re a master at French braiding and I’ve been trying and failing for like twenty minutes now.”

“You look dressed for golfing.” She commented, “you don’t know how to golf, my kids beat you at mini golf before they were ten. Are you seriously golfing?”

“Yeah.” You replied with a shrug, “I mean I’m not going to actually golf, I’m going to sit in the cart, serve drinks and bat my eyelashes until three more congressmen are wrapped around my finger.”

“And you need French braids for that because…?”

“Have you seriously not seen any of those videos going around?” You asked and she shook her head, “it’s like a trend, bartenders testing out hairstyles to see what makes the most tips and pig tails always wins. Double French braids count, so why not see if it makes any difference.”

“I’m not even sure I want to think about the logic behind that.” She grimaced, “but come here, sit.”

Heather gestured to the ottoman in the middle of the room and you followed her instructions, handing off the supplies you’d brought from your room. As you knew, she was an absolute whiz at it, after quickly combing through your hair she had one braid in and swiftly finished the other one, tying a tiny elastic around it. She tilted your head side to side to make sure it was even before tapping at your chin,

“Up. Face me.”

You did as asked, turning to face her, waiting as her eyes surveyed your outfit, short pleated white skirt and a patterned green and blue collared tank top, it tied at the bottom so just enough amount of skin would peek out and had a zipper on the top half that controlled the level of neckline.

“Cute.”

“Tony picked it out.”

“Not surprised.” She murmured, her fingers gently tugging the shirt down a little bit before the moved to the zipper, undoing it further than you previous had it, plucking at the fabric until she was satisfied with the amount of cleavage showing, “now, wear it like he would want you to.” You rolled your eyes but let her continue fixing the fabric, “there.”

“Am I free to go Ma’am?” You asked dryly and she chuckled at your tease.

“Have fun, but don’t get drunk, we’ve got that dinner tonight.”

“Heather I approved your schedule, I know.”

With a glance and a last thank you for the hair help, you disappeared back into your own suite before leaving to tackle the day.

Dinner that night was at KOJO, a high end Asian inspired restaurant with plenty of offerings to choose from and an extensive list of Soju ready to sample. It was an extended dinner, debating over politics, views, upcoming bills and legislations that everyone wanted heavy backing on. Plates of tofu bites, gyoza, truffled chicken wontons, wok fried green beans, boa buns and a plethora of sushi were passed around the table until everyone had had their fill.

Heather swiped the bill before a debate on how to split things up could even think about being started, earning her more brownie points than anyone else at the table. By the time the cheque was signed there were a handful of verbal agreements, some future lunches or meetings over cocktails planned for the week, and a few under the table handshakes securing offers.

A quick debrief was had in Heather’s suite before the others made their way out for the evening, either to bed or for a nightcap to wind down. Heather stepped out of her heels, letting out a soft sigh at the sensation, beginning to take off her jewellery, placing it back into the travel case.

“You did fantastic work tonight.” She praised, turning back to face you “how was golfing? Looks like you got some sun.”

“It was fine.” You shrugged, “secured Talbot’s support, flirted my way into Swanson’s good books even if it means I’ll have to have drinks later this week and promised to go on a date with his very eligible bachelor of a son when we’re back in town.”

“God.” She rolled her eyes, “talk about going above and beyond, you’ll never fail me sweetheart. You are a godsend; you know that right?” Her hands landed on your shoulders, squeezing gently as she smiled at you.

“Of course.” You grinned, “you always told me that hard work would pay off. And if I went for extra credit on trips like this… I’d be rewarded.”

“Ah…” her lips curved up into a smirk as her fingers trailed up your neck and across your jaw, “you’re still interested in that?”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“What about your little FBI agent?” She asked, stepping even closer to you as her thumb traced just under your lower lip and you let out a small scoff of a laugh.

“I seem to remember you having a husband.”

“Fair point.”

“She buys me nice things, I spend time with her that’s incredibly enjoyable for both of us, done deal. You know exactly how that works.”

“Good.” She husked, “because I was looking forward to seeing what you’ve got underneath this dress.”

Heather’s lips met yours and despite it being the first time of the trip, there was no gentleness to it as she completely dominated the kiss. Her tongue slunk into your mouth at the same time her fingers slipped underneath the straps of your dress, pushing them off your shoulders before snaking around you and pulling the zipper down. She shoved the fabric down, nudging at your hips to guide you to step out of it as she began to back toward the bed. While your lips moved with haste against each other, your hands made quick work of her dress, leaving her a luxurious lingerie set when the backs of her knees hit the bed.

She broke the kiss, her lips peppering across your jaw and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh, your head rolling back, giving her prime access to your neck. Her teeth scraped across your skin and your breath caught in your throat, a small gasp leaving your lips when she actually bit you.

“Hey!” You swatted at her side, “busy week, no marks!”

“I won’t leave any visible ones, don’t worry.” She glanced at you with a devilish look in her eyes as her hands ghosted up your sides, “don’t be so demanding and you’ll get what you want.” Her fingers pinched at your nipples through your bra and you whined, “you want this, right?” She cocked a brow at you and you nodded, “words kitten...”

“Yes mommy…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Heather dropped down onto the edge of the bed, a quiet yelp leaving your lips as she tugged you into her lap, quickly ridding you of your bra. A hand tangled into your hair, pulling your mouth back to hers and her tongue was quick to sink into your mouth, rolling against yours as you moaned into the kiss, your arms loosely draped over her shoulders. She once again began trailing her mouth down your neck, softly this time to not earn any scolding from you as her hands slid up your sides. She groped at your chest, fingers rolling your nipples as she pinched them harder and harder with each roll. You couldn’t help but let out a louder moan, your head tipping back, body arching into her touch as you sank deeper into her lap. Leaning forward, her tongue flicked over your nipple before her lips wrapped around it, sucking it into her mouth, tracing around it with her tongue. Your hand slid into her hair, holding her tight to your chest as she continued to suck at it and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you when her teeth sunk into you skin.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered out, a shiver running through your body as she did it again and you couldn’t help yourself, grinding down onto her lap, your cunt aching for friction as you tried to shift yourself over one of her thighs.

Heather chuckled darkly, nipping at your tit once more before one of her hands grasped your hips, grinding you down into her lap, “there she is… mommy’s desperate little slut.” Her free hand continued to play with your nipples, her tongue darting out to flick at them between her words. “If I’d known you were this needy I would’ve put a little vibrator in that pretty pussy of yours over dinner, gotten you absolutely drenched… made you keep your cool, try not to come in front of all those important people.” She chuckled again, “then again, you’re probably already soaked, aren’t you kitten?”

Her hand sunk between your legs, cupping at your heat, pressing the flimsy fabric into your pussy as her fingers massaged you. A smirk on her lips when she felt your juices soaking through, her hand pulled away only to spank your cunt and you gasped.

“Mommy please…”

Her fingers pushed your panties to the side, sliding through your folds a few times before she raised her hand, “open.” Your lips parted and she slid her fingers into them, smiling as you obediently closed your mouth to suck on her fingers, “it’s been a while, let me warm you up kitten.” She murmured, leaning forward to kiss across your neck again, “you know how much I love to play with my food before eating it. Love playing with your needy fucking cunt, feeling you squeezing around my fingers until you can’t take it anymore, begging like the whore you are. But you never really want me to stop, do you?” She nipped at your neck again, “because you know I love how sweet you taste, making you come on my tongue. You’re such a cum slut you love tasting yourself on my lips, sucking it off my tongue when you think I’m done with you.”

You couldn’t help but moan around her fingers, the wet patch on your panties practically destroying them as she continued to ruin you with her words.

“But you’re not just a cum slut are you?” She asked, teeth sinking into your chest again, “you’re such a needy whore for cock, you’ll do anything for it, isn’t that right? Just love being stuffed full, cock buried nice and deep inside your drenched cunt, just absolutely wrecked, hmm?” She sat back, eyes darkening with the way your lips were still wrapped around her fingers while you ground down into her lap. “Colour, kitten?”

Your eyes cracked open when she slipped her fingers out of your mouth, “green.” Your lips formed a pout when she didn’t move and a whine escaped your lips, “please… please mommy. I’ve been so good.”

“You have.” Her fingertip tapped the tip of your nose, “and good girls do get rewarded.” Her hands grasped your waist, nudging you off her, “so lie back and take off those pathetic excuse for panties so I can see that needy fucking pussy.”

You quickly shuffled back on the bed, dropping into the pillows as you tugged your underwear down your legs, tossing them to the side. Just as swiftly Heather moved through the room, grabbing a couple of spare towels to lay across the bed and you lifted your hips so she could arrange them properly. Your legs spread as she crawled back onto the bed, her hands ghosting up your thighs, spreading you even more open for her as she settled on her knees between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She cooed, her thumbs rubbing up your entrance, brushing just against your clit, “you know…if I hadn’t been so patiently waiting for this I think I’d tie you to the bedframe and leave you whining and whimpering until you were such a mess I would have to take care of you.”

“Heather!” You grumbled, your hips rocking down towards her touch.

Lightning fast, her hand shot up, circling around your throat, squeezing harder as she leant toward you, “you know better than that.” She growled, laughing darkly when she caught the way your lips curved up into a grin at the sensation when she squeezed harder.

“Sorry ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought.” Letting go of your neck she patted your jaw, “now… you’ve been doing so much hard work for me, such a good little kitten… you may come whenever you want understood?”

“Yes.” You nodded, sucking your lower lip into your mouth as you looked down at her, “please… please touch me!”

“Alright kitten.” She smirked, “you asked for it.”

Her fingers slid through you once more, smearing your juices around your cunt before two of them sunk into you and you let out a soft moan, your head falling back into the pillows. It was like it was pure muscle memory, just how quickly Heather’s fingers were able to fall into the rhythm that you liked so much, each thrust of her hand earning a breathier moan, pussy fluttering around her fingers already. She twirled her fingers around, bending them ever so slightly so her knuckles brushed across the extra sensitive spot inside you.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling yourself get wetter with each pass of her hand.

“Who knew you were this fucking desperate.” She chuckled, her fingers twirling once again so her finger tips could press into the same spot, pulling another gasp from you, “needy little whore’s gonna come in record time.”

Heather picked up the pace that she was fucking you, fingers pulling out more wetness with each flick of her wrist. Her other hand slid up your body, tilting your chin down so two of her fingers could slip into your mouth again, coating them with saliva before she pulled them out, spitting onto your pussy and using her wet fingers to start rubbing at your clit.

“Oh god!” You cried out, “harder please mommy! Oh fuck!”

“That’s it kitten…” she purred, “come for mommy. Let me see how big of a mess you can make.”

She increased the pressure of her hand, tight fast circles rubbed on your clit while the hand inside you pressed longer and harder against your g-spot with each thrust. Your thighs were already shaking and the sounds coming from your cunt were absolute sin, pleasure soaring through you higher and higher until you felt the coil deep within you burst and your pussy clamped down around Heather’s fingers, a strangled moan leaving your throat as you hit your peak and juices dribbled down your thighs, soaking the towel underneath you.

“Good girl…” her fingers slipped from you, bringing more wetness with them, “you’ve got another one in you, I know it.”

Sinking down to her stomach her hands clasped around your thighs as her mouth wrapped around your dripping cunt. She gave you no time to recover from your first orgasm, clit throbbing, pussy pulsing as her tongue swiped through it. You couldn’t help but moan, each one louder than the last, a string of breathy swears on you lips as the fire very quickly began to build underneath your skin again. Your nipples were hard in the cool air, your hands ghosting across your own body as you began to play with your chest, a shimmer of sweat glistening on your skin in the low light of the room while Heather ate you with expertise. Her nose bumped your clit and you couldn’t help but cry out, your hips jolting up off the bed,

“Fuck!” Your eyes scrunched shut and you pinched at your nipples, “s-so good mommy, feels..s-sooo good.”

Heather’s hands wound tighter around your legs, pinning you to the bed while her mouth continued to move against you, groaning over your taste. One of your hands sunk into her hair, unable to control yourself when her tongue flicked through you again and you couldn’t help but grind against her face, letting out a low moan as the sensations fluttered through you. Her fingers pinched at your skin as a warning and when your hand slightly tugged she pulled away from your cunt, turning her face so her teeth could sink deep into your thigh.

“Shit!” You swore, the pain mixing with pleasure as your thigh throbbed, clit puffy and swollen begging to be touched again.

“Greedy little thing.” She tsk’d, shaking her head at you before her tongue made a torturously slow lick through your pussy, just daring to flick at your clit. “I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” You whimpered, your body shaking with need, “please mommy. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“You better.” With a near growl she ducked down to your cunt again, this time lips wrapping around your clit, sucking it into her mouth to trace patterns with her tongue. Two of her slicked fingers came between your legs, sinking into your heat again, matching the tempo of her mouth.

“Oh god! Fuck!”

Your eyes shut even tighter, a glittering of stars behind them as she sucked your juices into her mouth. All you could feel between your legs was wetness and throbbing need, the sounds echoing around the room were pure filth as you begged her for more, begged her to not stop, that you were so close, just a little bit more. You felt like you were about to burst, the fire in your chest, tears in your eyes or cum out of your pussy you weren’t entirely sure. One of Heather’s hands slunk up your body, beginning to pinch and grope at your chest and her lips smirked against your skin at the way your body began to shake, you were putty in her hands and you both knew it.

“Right there.. oh ff-Uck!”

Your hands clawed at the bedsheets, back arching off the bed as your second orgasm hit you, cum leaking out of your pussy. Heather’s hand was soaked, your thighs smeared with your juices as her mouth finally popped off your clit.

“That good, kitten?” She asked with a knowing smirk, wiping her face and fingers on one of the towels.

“More, please.” You whined, chest heaving and she chuckled.

“More?” She raised a brow, “kitten there’s a puddle between your legs and you want more?”

“Want you to come…” you looked up at her with pleading eyes, “wanna feel your pussy.”

“You want to touch?” Her fingers slid into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs, “or you want me get off by grinding on your puffy pussy? You want mommy’s cum smeared all over your messy fucking cunt?”

“Yes!” You cried out, your pussy clenching at the thought already, a gasp leaving your lips when she spanked your cunt.

“Yes to which?”

“Second.”

“Dirty fucking slut. Just so eager to be as naughty as possible, hm?”

She raised a brow at you and all you could do was nod as she manhandled your body into position, turning you half onto your side and pulling up one of your legs, resting it against her shoulder. She dropped herself down onto you, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of your drenched cunt rubbing against hers. She began to rock her hips, smearing your juices together, coating herself with your cum as your eyes fluttered shut again and you were moaning before she even expected it.

“You like that?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” She ground down on you harder, “so fucking wet and slick for me, such a good girl.” She pressed down harder, a gasp leaving her lips as her clit dragged over your pussy, “oh god..”

The desire for her own pleasure took priority over continuing to degrade or praise you as she continued to grind her cunt against yours, pleasure tickling under her skin. She could see the way your body was trembling, knowing just how sensitive you could be, it wouldn’t be long until you were coming again, gushing against her. Her free hand moved up her body, toying with her chest as her hips picked up the pace, fire prickling under her skin.

“Fuck.. oh yes…” her head dropped back as her eyes fluttered shut, “just like that…”

You had just enough energy to open your eyes at this point, staring up at her, watching as she rode you, the pool of wetness collecting between your legs growing with each roll of her hips. You felt the coil tightening inside you again, your clit swollen and slippery against her, it was almost too much, your body trembling at how sensitive you’d become.

“Mommy please!”

“Are you close already, you little slut?” She groaned, grinding down harder against you as she moved even faster, “gonna squirt again, make a fucking mess of mommy’s pussy?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, biting down on your lip as hard as you could so the entire floor wouldn’t know what you were up to.

“Let go for me.” This groan was a little louder than the last, her thighs beginning to shake around you as the pleasure electrified her, shooting through her body, just about to burst at the seams. “Come with me, kitten.”

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help the cry, tears nearly prickling in the corners of your eyes as your body shuddered, juices gushing out once more and only a moment later you felt Heather trembling, a loud moan escaping her lips as the pool between your legs got another burst of liquid.

“Fuck…” she muttered, dropping your leg as she sat back on the bed, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her hand soothed up your leg, fingernails digging into the forming mark on your inner thigh, “colour?”

“Green.” You panted back, chest heaving and she laughed darkly.

“Good.”

You let out a gasp, your legs clenching shut around her when she suddenly dove down between your legs once again, her tongue lapping at your slick pussy, sucking and licking as much cum as she could into her mouth. Heather crawled over you, her hand closing around your jaw and you quickly opened your lips wide so she could spit the mixture into your mouth, watching as it pooled on your tongue, slowly dripping down into the back of your throat.

“Good girl.” She tapped your chin, her other hand closing around your neck as you swallowed the liquid down, “now, you still want my cock?”

“Yes, oh god yes.”

“Then roll over, hands on the headboard and don’t you even think of moving them? Understood?”

“Yes mommy.”

Heather surprised you with a new strap, larger than the one she would usually use, stretching you out, fucking you so incredibly deep all you could see were stars. Your knuckles white from clutching at the headboard as tightly as you were. The pillows muffled your cries as she made you come another two times around her cock before finally spilling her cum deep into your pussy, making sure you got every last drop of it before she pulled out. She chose not to torment you, letting you drop to the mattress as she held your hips up, playing with the lube, fingering it back into your heat as you whined. She slipped from the bed, placing the strap in the bathroom to be dealt with later.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned.

“Satisfied?” She asked with a smirk.

“Very.”

“Good. You better be for the amount of mess you made.”

“I need a shower.” With a wince you pushed up from the bed, stretching out your stiff body, “maybe a Gatorade…”

“Take an extra reward in the morning, charge some room service breakfast to my room, I’ll expense it.”

You cast a look over your shoulder as you gathered your clothes, “it’s a work trip Heather, everything gets expensed…”

“You take the fun out of everything; you know that right?”

“Oh… I’m so sure.”

Wednesday:

Heather knocked on the unlocked door between your suites as she moved through it and you glanced up from your spot on the bed where you were working on your laptop.

“I’ve almost got your endorsement emails finished and ready to send out.”

“Good.” She smiled, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You glanced at the time on your screen, “Heat, it’s barely ten a.m.…and I just showered.”

She laughed, shaking her head at you, “McKnight and Wallace want to barter it out over a game of doubles, I need a partner and we both know Cynthia is so uncoordinated she trips over her own feet walking.”

“You play tennis?”

“What else do you think I do at the country club?”

“Drink, gossip and trash talk?” You offered up and she paused, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“I suppose you’re not wrong. It was always more something of Rob’s interest, but if I’ve got the skill I figure I may use it.”

“You’re lucky I’ve got a good backhand.” Letting out a breath you closed your laptop, slipping off the bed, “but I’ve got to be back by two thirty, Durant booked us in for facials down at the spa.”

Her lips flicked up into a smirk, “play a good game of tennis and that won’t be the only facial you get today.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow.

“What?” She gently pinched at your chin, “we’re here all week, did you really think I’d only bring one flavour of lube? You always look so pretty down on your knees.”

“Focus.” You flicked her palm, “we’ve got a game of tennis to win.”

Thursday:

It was time for the excruciatingly boring day. While the week was pretty evenly balanced between meetings and socializing, Thursday was the jam packed schedule of all work. Brunch followed by a morning of assemblies, speaker after speaker droning on about what policies and procedures they thought were best and why everyone else should support them, the changes that should be made.

Lunch was a luxury buffet provided by the hotel, where the mood barely shifted from work as everyone mingled about the room making small talk with those they hadn’t gotten a chance with yet. Cocktails were served, which helped everyone loosen up a little bit and have a little bit more fun than otherwise, so that was the saving grace.

The afternoon was dedicated to the up and comers, a couple of assemblies catering to high school students, those with an interest in politics, debate team, federal jobs and the like. The others with very similar themes (though maybe more specialized) dedicated to university students who were very likely going to end up on the same career path. While the younger students were shuttled back to their schools when everything wrapped, the others were invited to a special cocktail hour to socialize, able to ask various levels of politicians or their teams whatever one on one questions they may have. It was good education for them and a fantastic opportunity for everyone to secure more support and hopefully votes when the time came. While it was mainly a group of people who had their eyes set on the White House, Congress or the Senate, there were also a scattered bunch that weren’t looking for that, rather just in the general field which meant you weren’t lucky enough to escape quite yet.

At the very least you were thankful cocktail hour also included tables and waiters with trays of hors d’oeuvres so you weren’t left completely starving until dinner. Heather managed to track you down while you were finishing up a chat with a couple of very promising looking up and comers, passing off both yours and her business cards, telling them to email to set up an appointment whenever they happened to be in D.C.

“Bored yet?” She asked with a tease, plucking a drink off a nearby station before handing the server a twenty.

“On the contrary, having the time of my fucking life.” You replied dryly and she chuckled, her eyes surveying the room and you watched as her gaze settled in on something and her brow raised. “Huh..”

“What?” You asked, not even bothering to find out where she was looking.

“Looks like Jackie’s just about finished up her day. I should send you over with a drink.”

“What?” You laughed, “are you pimping me out now?”

“No,” she swatted at your arm, “but it would be a shame if she had to leave alone. And I did miss out on a rather fun night, the opportunity just happens to be presenting itself.”

“You are insatiable…”

“You love it.” She smirked over the rim of her glass and you huffed.

“I’m exhausted. I’d love it if there was at least one night you would just let me sleep. It’s no wonder you have to keep multiple sugar babies around to stay satisfied.” Finishing your drink you placed it down on an empty table, “I want to go upstairs, put on pyjamas and order room service.”

“You’re no fun.” She scoffed.

“Then go have yours.” You laughed.

“I’m not going to fuck her alone.” She muttered, “c’mon, just one drink, we’ll go down to the beach bar that has the good mojitos.”

“One drink.” You reluctantly agreed, “there is a pizza with my name on it.”

Friday:

At the very least, Heather let you sleep in today, which you were incredibly thankful for. You got a late morning workout in, swung by the café to grab a bite to eat before heading out on something that was a mix of a pub crawl and an afternoon of meetings. The group bopped around all of the hotels in the area, taking in the sites, learning about the amenities and bonuses that each location had while enjoying a drink and a few appetizers at each location. The trip extended outside the resort area as you were shown a few of the cities main attractions while you continued to rub elbows and play politics.

Returning back to the hotel you were happy to retreat to your empty room, enjoying the air conditioning for a bit while you drafted up a couple of things. Once satisfied, you knew you only had a couple days of sunshine left before heading back to the dreary Washington weather and figured you should probably take advantage of the private terrace. You changed into your bikini, grabbed a couple of books and draped across one of the loungers on your stomach.

It was only when you jolted awake to something cold dripping onto your back that you realized you’d fallen asleep. Heather’s hand soothed up your back a moment later,

“Can’t have you burning.” She muttered, “how long have you been out here?”

You glanced at your watch, “couple hours.” You let out a gentle groan when her thumb dug into your shoulder blade, “you sure that’s sunscreen?”

“If it was lube I wouldn’t be rubbing your shoulders, that’s for sure.” She chuckled, wiping off any of the excess on a spare towel before her hands slid up the back of your thighs, just daring to grope at your ass, “but if that’s something you’re interested in I’m sure it could be arranged.” Her fingers began toying with the strings of your suit, “first you’ve got to roll over for me though. I know Tony wouldn’t suggest a new suit unless your tits looked spectacular.”

Rolling your eyes as you laughed you rolled over onto your back, pushing yourself up to sitting so you were on display for the other woman, “happy?”

“Mmm. That man has fantastic taste.” She tugged at the straps, letting the triangles of fabric fall from your skin, “now let’s get you inside before anyone overhears you…”

Saturday:

A morning yoga class with Jackie before lounging on the beach to start your day off, trying to take advantage of the sunshine and ocean air before the humidity hit and it was simply too hot to be in the direct sun. You only briefly parted ways, picking up lunch on your way back to your room to eat while you finalized a few more work things before jumping in the shower.

Just before dinner time you were headed down to the docks, the final item on your agenda of the day being a party on the very large and luxurious yacht of the Florida governor. Cocktails, beer and liquor were plentiful, appetizers on trays of wandering servers while everyone got relaxed and chatting. Dinner would be served at eight, succulent plates of surf and turf, including freshly caught seafood while wine was refilled, a glass never empty the entire evening.

It was much more party centered than anything else that week, people getting comfortable, letting loose, secrets quietly spilling from lips as the sun sunk in the sky. A sense of playfulness drifted over the boat, wine changed into hard liquor and shots, small talk began to edge the line of dirty talk while people began to disappear to different decks or down small hallways.

Heather found you returning from the bathroom, stepping out onto one of the side decks for some fresh air. A moment after resting on the railing her hands were on either side of you and a shiver ran down your spine as her lips pressed into your skin.

“I just know there’s a gorgeous set of lace underneath this dress and I am absolutely dying to see it.” Her teeth nipped at your neck, “you wouldn’t deprive mommy of that would you? It is our last night after all.”

You let out a soft moan, turning so your back was resting against the railing, “when did they say they we’re docking next?”

“Ten forty five.”

“Enough time for one more drink then.” With a smirk you moved around her, a sway to your hips that had her eyes glued on your ass as you wandered back towards the bar.

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storiesofsvu · 3 months ago

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Kattsholidaybingo2024

Yup!!! It's that time again!!

Prompts are all winter/Christmas/Holiday related! They do NOT have to specifically be Christmas, you can write/create about ANY holidays/traditions that occur this time of year!

More details and rules under the cut!

Submissions can be anything, ranging from a moodboard, a fic, bullet point headcanons, gif sets, social media AU's, a one shot or you could link each square together and make each one chapter of a series.

Prompts are all up to interpretation! You can make them into whatever genre you would like to! Let the creativity flow! We all love super spicy smut, tooth rotting fluff or heart breaking angst! Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings AT THE TOP of the post by the summary and in the tags. And PLEASE no censoring of tags ala tik tok style. Those hinder not help!

Fics can be done in any style/whatever you prefer! Ships, reader insert, OC's, mix and match throughout. Crossovers from different shows/fandoms, stick with one, try out something new, it's all welcome and encouraged!

As per usual, EVERY fandom is welcome and included, there are no limitations to what you can create for this! We all just want to have some fun and see some cute holiday things!

Rules:

You must tag me ( @storiesofsvu )

Use the hashtag #kattsholidaybingo2024 on each creation and I will put together a masterlist (either as we go or when it's all done)

Bingo begins November 28th and runs until January 16th.

You may only submit ONE creation PER DAY and only one square per creation.

Include all and every appropriate warnings at the top of the fic near the summary.

Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore

Only tag the PAIRING characters of your fic and the main fandom, not every single character involved in your story

If you are participating in the bingo please do your best to share with your friends and reblog other's creations! <3

There will be a prize this time around!!

If you have any questions please feel free to message me!

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Tagging some people who might be interested! (you do not have to be tagged to participate, everyone is welcome!)

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storiesofsvu · 8 months ago

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You probably already answered this recently and im probably just blind as a bat here but:

What you got in that WIP/To-be-written pile?

Cant wait to know what i have to look forward to!

-Ara

hahha it's all good! i tried to find it to link but i couldn't s... here's what we've got (for one shots. series i'm not including lol)

Elana Barth x reader-> mommy kink smut

Byran Kneef-> where yn's been teasing him all day and now he's going to tease her relentlessly back and be a little mean

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun -> fluffy morning after (established relationship)

Sonny Carisi --> relationship angst where they come to a realization that while they thought they wanted the same thing, opinions change.

CM ladies mega smut -> yn friends w JJ, briefly and casually dated Em before Paris, briefly and casually dated Alex when she was on the team and now has just met Tara and is trying not to drool. Makes a joke to Em about how she doesn't know who to go home with and Em takes matters into her own hand.

Derek Morgan --> soft reassuring smut ending with some squirting

DiNozzo -> One first morning after fluff -> One first date fluff

Emily -> secret marriage fluff where the team finally finds out who she's married to

Hotch -> fluffy semi established relationship, fools in love kinda thing with a twist -> sneaky courtroom bathroom quickie ->developing relationship, protective hotch, stay the night fluff -> fluffy, developing relationship morning at work fluff

Poly Barhoun -> meeting somewhat shy/inexperienced yn at a sex club where they take her home and show her the ropes

-> pegging smut

Sonya Paxton -> comforting fluff. yn and her met outside of work post rehab stint. sonya hesitant about coming clean about her past.

Rita Calhoun -> sub rita smut. she's had a long, stressful week and yn takes it upon herself to make sure her weekend starts off in higher spirits

Addison Montgomery -> super fluffy, first kiss/first admittance of feelings.

Joe Velasco -> idiots in love trope, involving the whole squad

-> yn, bruno and joe find themselves sharing a hotel room while at an out of town conference with some rather loud and rambunctious neighbours. they figure if you can't beat 'em, join them... and have some fun of their own.

Abigail Borin -> daddy smut. pwp

Amelia Sheherd -> developing relationship super fluffy cuteness ->blooming flirtation fluff

As for series:

Alex Blake has one: fluffy, hurt/comfort

Rafael Barba: one spicy, fluffy one -> one mainly fluffy, sorta poly!barhoun harvard au style mini series

Heather Dunbar: -> three, all spicy fluffy, one with a bit of h/c -> one political thriller that's poly heather x jackie x reader

Hotch: -> 2 fluffy, semi spicy ones

Rita Calhoun -> 4. 2 AU's that are mainly spicy with a hint of drama. 1 mega fluffy. 1 fluff, hurt/comfort

Emily Prentiss -> one mainly fluff with a hint of thriller

One that's a CM and SVU crossover but i haven't figured out details and pairings yet!

I've also been going through prompt lists recently like i did when i first started writing to find ones that stand out to me and then assign them to character/see if anything sparks a good idea in my head. I either haven't been getting requests recently, or they're ones that have ONLY been the prompt and it hasn't sparked anything. I also deleted a bunch of stuff that was in my WIP folder cause it had been sitting too long without any work being done on it cause again, no ideas on how to flesh things out.

#WIP #on the docket #storiesofsvu

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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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Random ask time! What's your favourite fic you've written? What's your fave fic by someone else?

Oooo okay. So i did a couple. Some one shots & some series, for a few diff fandoms cause i cannot pick just one 😂(for myself)

By others:

Please by @iamnotoriginalphil (alex blake)

I might be on crack, i cant find the link so have this story instead!

And

office hours by @happenstnces (alex blake)

Cherry Blossoms Emily fluff. Just super cute & makes me wanna die in how many cavities i gave myself

Post Its Tara super cute fluff with teasing from the team.

Show Off v dirty Hotch smut. Its currently the piece of work with the most notes. (I hope emily to overtake that soon lol)

Classified Affairs Heather Dunbar (House of Cards) series. She’s readers s*gar m*mmy and everythings hella spicy at first until its just one twist after the next & it turns a lil political.

Im just really proud of how everything came together with it & how intense of a story it turned out to be, cause that was not the original plan 😂

Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises

An SVU series that of what should be canon. It begins introducing yn to the squad & reintroducing old characters (to be included into a lawyer based spin off show). Eventually yn’s wife is revealed & then we continue down that story line that i pulled from canon itself. Im just really proud of how well it reads like an ep of the show, and how much it deserves to be canon LOL

Mr Pickles

A one shot excerpt of “SSS the early years” prequel that I wrote that covers like, 20 some years of yns relationship with her wife & the moments that tied everything back to one thing.

#emily prentiss #alex blake #tara lewis #aaron hotchner #rita calhoun #heather dunbar

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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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20 author Questions

I was tagged by @scorpsik @prentiss-theorem @introverted-author @blackbird-brewster

How many works do you have on AO3?

322

What's your total AO3 word count?

1,841,883

What fandoms do you write for?

Criminal Minds, Law & Order, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice, Homeland, House of Cards, Chicago PD

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Classified Affairs (Heather Dunbar)

A Dangerous Game (Emily Prentiss)

Penthouse of Sugar (Multi)

I Don’t Share (Emily Prentiss)

Sugar Mommy (Rita Calhoun)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

90% of the time I do! Sometimes on tumblr they got lost I the notifications and I forget, but I do my best to always reply unless it was a negative comment or someone asking for a part 2 when Ive clearly stated I won’t do a pt 2

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You Promise Me? (casey novak)

Fault (Emily prentiss)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Paper Rings (rita Calhoun)

The Nanny with Benefits (Poly!Barhoun)

Do you get hate on fics?

Yup. Usually it’s not as an actual reply because people are cowards and like to hide behind the gray anon face. It generally doesn’t bother me.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do! Mainly reader insert, but all kinds of kinks, there’s not much I won’t write.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh very much so! I think the craziest one would be the Elizabeth Keane x reader x Hether Dunbar. Just cause of logistics lol.

Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

Yup. And major thanks to the person who alerted me of it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever co-writtten a fic before?

I haven’t. I do give a lot of thanks to my mutuals for spitballing and helping come up with ideas for stuff. I have talked about co writing things but considering real life taking up so much time I doubt it would happen.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Calvak. Barhoun.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unexpected Circumstances. It was one of the very first things I ever wrote and I don’t have any motivation to get back to lol

What are your writing strengths?

Characterization, constantly coming up with ideas, lots of inspiration, I do think I’m pretty good at what I do lol

What are your writing weaknesses?

Real life burnout draining me to the point of no motivation. Also the adhd not being able to focus. Not to mention, too many ideas sometimes does fuck me over lol

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Like it. If I need something on the fly I usually just use google translate and hope for the best, but if it’s for more than that I’ll reach out to someone who speaks it.

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter lol

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Serendipitous Secrets and Surprises

Classified Affairs

Her Everything.

No Pressure Tags: @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @rustyzebra @demonicbaby666 @five-bi-five-mind

#tag game #personal #writing game #writing tag game

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Who’s your favorite character to write? In general or in each fandom if you can’t choose lol <3

hmmmm....

i think it definitely depends. as you can obviously tell i'm pretty fixated on the CM ladies right now, but there's still a soft spot in my heart for the other fandoms.

For SVU it's gotta be Rita. she's just such a complex character with so many layers and so much to explore and discover. She can be written a couple of different ways depending on the fic, her sharp, cold lawyer exterior or the super softie that she is at home with her partner kinda thing.

For CM: i think it's Emily. again, with the complex and layers shit. She's got such a big backstory that you can play with, and who doesn't love a good Lauren arc centred fic?! like there's SO much you can play with just based on that one storyline alone.

otherwise it kinda just depends on what mood i'm in for fluff/angst/smut. If i'm feeling suuuper smutty, then it's obvi gonna be a Heather Dunbar fic. She's also super good to play around with pure angst when it comes to break ups/toxic relationships lol.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Boredom Cure

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, smut, derogatory talk, dirty talk, mommy kink, face fucking, choking, spanking, the tiniest bit of cum play. it's heather... you guys know what to expect by now... Covers the "rough sex" square for @thatesqcrush 's kink bingo. Also covers the prompts requested by @ms-calhoun 😘

You were bored. And lonely. And horny.

Three things that didn’t go together very well for you when Heather was working in the home office.

You’d scrolled through your phone until what felt like the end of time, watched a couple of episodes of tv and even gotten so bored that you’d cleaned out the fridge. You thought about making dinner, strictly to kill the time, but it was far too early for that, besides you were pretty sure you remembered Heather saying something about dinner plans already. It was probably somewhere fancy, to make up for her having to work on a day off so you knew better than to ruin your appetite. Though, that did nothing about satisfying the other appetite that was gnawing through you right now.

When she found out she had to work that morning, Heather had told you to stay in bed and keep sleeping, and because of the lay day you hadn’t bothered to change out of pyjamas. It was more comfortable in cotton shorts and a tank anyways if all you were going to be doing was lounging around the house. You let out a soft sigh, padding your way through the house and up the stairs to Heather’s office, lingering in the doorway.

“You need something kitten?” She asked, her brow raising over the rim of her glasses.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t on a video call before I came in.”

“Just paperwork.” She replied, her gaze returning to it as you moved through the room.

“M’bored.” You mumbled, dropping down into her lap, legs on either side of her hips and she let out a little huff.

“And that’s my problem because?” The pen in her hand didn’t stop moving across the paper and you let out sigh.

“M’ also lonely. This place is so big it doesn’t even feel like you’re in the same house.”

“You’re more than welcome to bring a book or the iPad with earphones in here, why do you think I have a couch in the office?”

“There’s one more issue.”

“If you’re hungry just have the housekeeper throw something together for you.” She pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “our dinner reservation isn’t until eight.”

“I already had a snack.”

“Then what is it?” She let out a soft sigh, putting down the pen and turning her gaze to you. She was pretty sure she’d already figured it out, but on the off chance that there was actually something wrong, she didn’t want to seem dismissive.

“I’m horny…” you whined and she rolled her eyes with a groan, picking her pen back up.

“And I’m working kitten. You know that.”

“Take a break? Please?” You dramatically pouted, your fingers playing with the buttons of her blouse and her free hand swatted them away.

“You’ll get what you want after dinner. I promise.”

“Please mommy?” You whined once again, “I really want you now.” You leant down, pressing a kiss into her neck and her hand tangled into your hair, tugging you back up to meet her steely gaze.

“You call that begging? Sorry kitten, but you’re going to have to do a little better than that if you want me to fuck you.” She gently pushed you off her lap, sliding her chair further into her desk so you couldn’t attempt to climb back onto her lap and returned to her work.

“Can I just take care of myself then?”

“Absolutely not.” She didn’t even glance up from her work, “you know the rules.”

You let out a whiney ‘humph’, pouting in her direction before you admitted defeat and turned, leaving the room. She wanted you to try harder, you could definitely play that game.

Heather didn’t think much of it when you disappeared from her office, hearing you wander down the hallway to what she assumed was the bedroom. The door squeaked a little bit as you swung it almost closed and a quiet playlist began to echo from door the hall as to not disturb Heather while she was working. She knew that either you had found a way to occupy yourself, or you were about to put on a fucking show and she’d be punishing you after dinner instead of pleasuring you. She was thinking it was going to be the latter, considering you’d already been playing into your brat mood and was pleasantly surprised when there was no show of moans or whirring of vibrators.

She managed to actually get a decent chunk of work done, a brief video call with her assistant who was in the office that day and was drafting up an email to be sent off in the morning when you reappeared in the doorway to the office nearly an hour later. Though this time you were dolled up, hair curled loosely around your shoulders, face dressed with classy make up, a bold red lip even. You had a pale cream robe on, the tie not fully done up so Heather could get a peek of the baby blue lingerie set underneath, complete with stockings and Louboutin’s on your feet. Her hand darted out to her laptop, saving the email as a draft as her eyes dragged up your body, with a sly grin she closed the laptop, putting both it and the paperwork off to the side, neatly stacking her glasses on top while she leant back in her chair. Her head tilted as her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a brow raising in curiosity as she finally caught you eye.

“You got something there?” She asked, nodding toward the way your hands were hiding behind your back and you let out a mischievous giggle.

“They say toys help with boredom, right?” You swung the satin bag into her view, dangling from your forefinger and she let out a soft chuckle, “you said to do better,” you shrugged, glancing down at your outfit, I think I did?”

“Let me see kitten.” She prompted and you smiled, moving through the room to drop the bag onto her desk gently.

With a coy smile you fully undid the robe, letting it droop over your shoulders before you dropped it to the floor and Heather made an approving hum. You couldn’t help but giggle, slowly turning around so she could get the full view of your outfit.

“Well you certainly are dressed for it.” She cooed, “but I do believe I required you to beg for it.”

“May I touch you mommy?” You asked softly, stepping toward her chair and she nodded, a grin on her lips. In turn you straddled her, gently dropping into her lap your hands cupping her cheeks as you let out a little giggle.

“You’re so needy today kitten.” She purred and you felt the heat shoot through your body.

“I just miss you.” You leant forward pressing a kiss into the crook of her neck, “missed the way you touched me,” your lips started a trail up to her ear, “missed the way your cock felt buried in my needy pussy.” You nipped at her earlobe, “I need you to fuck me mommy.” You whined, face coming up to gaze at her, “please…I need to feel your fingers, your mouth, your cock, I’ll do anything. I’ll be your good little girl, get on my knees? Beg you to fuck my face? I promise mommy… if you wanna spank me I’ll gladly accept it.”

“You like to be spanked?” Heather’s brow raised, a grin on her cheeks, “okay, then I’ll give you a good spanking.”

You let out a shriek of a giggle as she lifted you off her lap, spinning you to face her desk, her hands groped at your ass as she stood behind you. They ghosted up your sides, roaming around to the front of your body, pawing at your chest through the blue lace and your breath caught in your throat. A moan escaped your lips as hers met the crook of your neck, first kissing their way up to your ear before nipping at your earlobe, teeth scraping against your tender skin as she made her way back down, this time she bit sharply into your pulse point and let out a dark chuckle when your body arched into her.

“Did you bring mommy any toys to spank you with?” She husked against your skin.

“No.” You whined, ass pressing back against her, “want you to leave a handprint.”

“You really are horny.” She chuckled and you nodded furiously, head dropping against her shoulder as she sucked and bit a mark into your neck.

While she had you distracted, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips on your skin one of her hands wound around you, making sure the desk was clear minus the small pile of her things on the side. Her hand moved back around, landing between your shoulder blades and she shoved you down over the desk, your chest meeting the cold wood. Her hand slid down your spine, pressing your lower back so you were tight against the desk, her foot kicking your legs apart while her other hand squeezed at your hip. Her fingers slipped into the band of your panties, trailing against the skin just underneath, admiring your ass in the lacy thong, they gave one final squeeze at you the curve of your ass before vanishing from your skin.

“No need to count today kitten, you’ve been good.” She cooed softly and you involuntarily let out a little shiver.

The first spank came down hard, though Heather was never really one to do things softly, even if it wasn’t a punishment, but you were more than well accustomed to it by now. A soft sigh was all that escaped your lips and she smiled at the way they curved up into a grin as your eyes fell shut once again. Your hands were softly braced beside you on the desk, anticipating the hits to get harder and closer together, knowing Heather would no doubt keep going until you were a dripping whining mess. The back of her hand swatted sharply at your other cheek and you knew she wasn’t about to take her sweet time tonight, you’d asked to be marked, and she would be following through on her promise. You felt the tingles starting to build through your body, letting out another shiver right before she spanked you again, this time twice quickly in succession and you moaned.

“Good girl.” Her hands came up to massage at your prickling skin, pressing the cheeks together before prying them apart, snapping your thong against your body. She laughed at the way your back arched, your body pressing back towards her touch, nearly stumbling as you instinctively stepped toward her. She took that chance to smack at the curve of your ass where it met your thigh, repeating the action on the other side and you whined.

“Mommy please…”

“Harder?”

“Yes please. As hard as you can.”

She surveyed you for a moment, watching your heavy breathing, the way your thighs would twitch and she knew your pussy was doing the same. Her open hand came down onto your ass next, fingers splayed and you let out a groan, your brow furrowing and she could feel the sting in her hand herself, not waiting a second to repeat the exact moment in the exact same spot another two times before swapping over to the other cheek.

“Fuck….” You groaned through gritted teeth.

Heather gave you a moment to recover, her fingers swiftly unbuttoning her blouse, dropping it to the chair behind her, she’d long abandoned her shoes since she was working from home, and slipped her pants off. You let out a soft moan as her hands clutched at your hips, the feeling of her bare skin hot against yours. She leant over your body, teeth biting into your skin, alternating between kissing, sucking and nipping at your skin while her hands pinched at your ass and thighs, nails digging into your burning body. By the time her lips met the small of your back she straightened herself up, taking a step back from you so she could get a big swing in before spanking you another six times, fast, hard, with barely any time in between.

“Oh god!” You cried out and your body trembled against the desk, fingers attempting to dig into the wood. The final spank came between your legs, a little softer this time to not hurt you, right on your puffy pussy, throbbing with desire.

“That feel good kitten?”

“Yes…” you whined out, breath coming out in pants.

“Hand me that bag, let mommy see what you’ve brought to use.”

You arm reached out, nearly shaking as you blindly searched out the bag and passed it to her. She let out a little chuckle as she opened it, pulling out the strap and dildo inside, “you sure you meant to grab this one? It’s the biggest one we have; it was only three weeks ago you were saying you couldn’t take it.”

“I can!” You nearly shot back, your eyes opening and looking back at her with a plead written across them, “promise.” She watched you for a moment, her hand stroking at the globe of your ass before stepping into the strap

“You know your word?”

“Mango.”

“Good girl.”

Heather left a softer spank on your ass before she tugged down your underwear, guiding you to kick it off before she settled behind your hips again. Her hand dipped between your thighs, fingers not waiting to delve straight into your dripping cunt, she could already see it glistening in the light of the office while she was spanking you. She also knew just how much you loved to be spanked, and that it was more than enough to get you going, get your pussy fluttering over nothing, slick with juices and begging to be fucked. Two fingers pumped into you, curling at just the right spot and you let out a loud moan, hips pushing back against her as she started to fuck you harder, as deep as her fingers would allow. They stretched, twisted and scissored and your moans turned into whines, body sparking with fire as you started the climb to reach your peak. She slid a third finger in and you let out a yelp,

“Fuck!” Your hips shot back to her and she chuckled at how eager you were already, “god your fingers feel so good mommy.”

“Yeah?” She asked with a tease, “you like it when I fuck you like this?” Her hand began to pound into you, the obscene sounds of your drenched cunt echoing through the room. You let out a loud moan, barely able to catch your breath as your body began to tremble against the desk, your thighs shaking around Heather’s hand as you cried out, juices dribbling down your legs as your orgasm shot through you.

“Oh god…” you gasped in an attempt to catch your breath.

Behind you Heather let out a low chuckle, her fingers slipping from your pussy and she stepped closer to you. You thought she was about to line the toy up with your pussy but instead her slicked fingers trailed over your lips and you opened your mouth wider to suck her fingers into you, moaning over the taste of you on the digits. She kept your mouth stuffed with her fingers while the other hand circled around the dildo, lining it up with your needy cunt before she slowly started to sink it in, inch by inch, shallowly thrusting.

You moaned heavily around her fingers, your eyes scrunching shut until she was fully seated within you, your hips pushing back against hers. One hand still buried in between your lips, coated with drool, the other one settled on your hip and she pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, deeper than she’d ever been inside you. Her cock stretched you wider than ever before, the slight sting washing through you before complete pleasure took over and you were groaning and whining around her fingers. As she started a brutal pace her hand started to fuck your mouth with the same vigour, each thrust of her hips crashing yours into the desk in front of you and you knew you’d have bruises the next morning.

“God kitten, you take it so fucking well, mommy’s good little whore aren’t you?” Her fingers slipped from your mouth so she could get a proper hold on your hips and the moan you let out was the loudest yet.

“Fuck! Oh… fuck! Cock feels so good.” You cried out, your body absolutely burning. With each thrust Heather dragged past every inch of your pussy that you craved, the stretch one that was driving you insane and you knew you’d never be able to get enough of it. “Harder mommy!”

“Yeah?” Her speed lowered for a moment so she could fuck so deeply and hard into you the desk nearly rocked forward and you let out a wanton moan, “like that kitten?”

“Yes!” You shrieked, “oh fuck please! Don’t stop!”

“You gonna come for me dirty girl?” She husked, her cock continuing to pound into you, your pussy fluttering around it with each thrust. Your fingers clawed at her desk, eager for something to grasp on to, pleasure coursing through your body. Heather’s fingers tangled into your hair, tugging heavily and you let out another moan as she pulled your head up off the desk, using it for leverage as she fucked you deeper than you could ever have imagined.

“More! Please, more!” Your cry was strangled, voice raw from the begging, the fire coursing through you as Heather’s thick cock plunged into you, wet squelching bouncing off the walls.

Your begging prompted her free hand to spank at your ass, each time harder than the one before until there were tears brimming in your eyes. The hand in your hair shifted, shoving you face first back onto the desk before it snuck around your neck closing around the front of your throat and you felt your cunt clench around her, letting out the best whine you could as she squeezed tighter and tighter.

“That’s it kitten.” She panted, “I know you’re close, be a dear and come for mommy, won’t you? That pretty pussy of yours is soaked, stretched so wide over my cock, I know how good you must feel.”

You could feel your entire body tingling, tears leaking down your cheeks as her fingers squeezed at your throat harder than before, a series of sharp spanks on your ass, a few with the back of her hand, knuckles cracking against your skin. Your hips crashed into the front of the desk again before the spanking hand wound around you, furiously rubbing at your clit and you felt the coil burst within you. The loudest cry you could let out through your choking echoed through the room, cunt clenching down around her thickness so tightly she nearly had to still her thrusts, juices dripping down both your thighs as your orgasm wrecked through you.

There was barely time to recover before the hand around your throat sunk into your hair once again and she yanked you up by it, her cock slipping out of your pussy as she turned you to face her. The hand in your hair forced you to your knees while the other one yanked at your bra ripping the offending fabric off your body and she let out a soft groan.

“Such pretty fucking tits.” Her hand sunk lower to pinch at your nipples and you shuddered, aftershocks running through your body still, “open that pretty mouth, you know what to do.”

Your lips eagerly parted, tongue extending out of your mouth as you awaited her cock. She slapped it against your tongue a few times before sinking it into your mouth and you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. One of her hands came to cup against the back of your head, guiding you down the dildo, holding you at the base for a moment.

“You think you can handle it kitten?” She asked, letting you go and you gasped for breath, coughing lightly.

“I can try mommy.”

“That’s my good girl.” She praised, her thumb rubbing at your cheek before her hips rocked forward and she began to shallowly face fuck you.

She couldn’t help but smile down at you, the way her cock disappeared into your lips, the smudged make up under your eyes that was streaked down your cheeks, made worse with each time you gagged on her cock. Your lipstick smearing around it, mussed around your lips, hair half as nice as it had been when you’d shown up at her office door. Your hands clutched around her thighs, nails almost digging into one and she pulled out of your mouth, fisting at her cock for a few times before her hand settled at the base, squeezing at the toy and the lube spurted out, coating your tits with her cum. You let out a satisfied moan at the sensation, smearing it against your skin, your fingers, scooping some of it up into your mouth, groaning at the taste.

“Such a pretty little slut.” Heather cooed, her hands softly grasping at yours, tugging you to your feet and then into her lap back in her chair. You quickly nestled up in her lap, nuzzling into the crook of her neck as her hands ghosted up and down your back, her lips pressing soft kisses into your skin, “you did so good sweetheart.” She murmured, tilting your head up to leave a tender kiss on your lips that you smiled into, “always so good for me.” You let out a happy hum, nuzzling deeper into her body,

“Thank you mommy.”

Silence took over the room as you both caught your breath, coming down from your highs until Heather could tell your breathing was back to normal. She glanced at the clock before softly squeezing at your body, nudging your nose with hers,

“We’ve got enough time for a bath before we have to get ready for dinner, would you like that?”

“Yes please.” You smiled dreamily at her and she chuckled softly, helping you up off her lap before wrapping a secure arm around you and guiding you down the hallway to make sure you were taken care of in every sense of the matter. Because no matter what, she loved you, and wanted to always make sure you knew just how much.

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storiesofsvu · 4 years ago

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Behave

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, kitten, Dom/sub, dirty talk, derogatory dirty talk, impact play, strap ons, edging/slight overstimulation, minor bdsm, butt play. (I think that’s it?)

“Kitten…” Heather’s voice called out from the home office, a wicked tone in her voice already.

“Yes?” You stepped into the room, abandoning the plan of heading downstairs for a t.v marathon.

“Why are you dressed?” She cocked a brow, “thought I told you I wanted you in that gorgeous new set.”

“It’s…on M’am.”

“Strip.” Her voice hardened, “don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.” You gulped lightly, your hands moving to unbutton your shirt.

The ‘last time’ she was referring to was when she’d bought you a beautiful baby pink lingerie set for Valentine’s Day, asking that you wear it while you were out to dinner. Instead, you’d forgone the panties, forgone any panties and that hadn’t pleased Heather too much. She finger fucked you under the table, not letting you finish, and then edged you for what felt like hours once she had you home, demanding that you were in no way allowed to come. After using you to get herself off she warned you that you better not touch yourself until she was ready to let you come herself.

That was nearly three weeks ago.

And in the meantime, she made sure to strut around in what she knew were your favourites of her suits, leaving a button lower than normal undone, a peak of coloured lingerie from beneath the collar. To torture you further she’d made you watch her get herself off, not allowing you to touch her, chuckling darkly at just how uncomfortably you were clenching around nothing as you whined. She didn’t lay a hand on you either, aside from a very quick kiss on the cheek here and there, the closest you got to her was in sleep, and even then she would scold you if she woke up to find you curled around her, reminding you that you did this to yourself.

You folded your shirt neatly, placing it on a spare chair, swiftly slipping out of your skirt and adding it to the pile. Heather leant back in her chair, smirk on her lips as her eyes dragged up your body, down to the set and your heels.

“Good girl.” She murmured. Standing from the desk she picked up her glass of scotch, crossing the room to you. “On your knees kitten.” You obeyed, but looked up at her with a curious glance, part of you was wondering if she was already strapped, having planned this for weeks. Her hand caressed the side of your cheek and you leant into it for a moment, a gasp escaping your mouth when she slapped at your jaw, “don’t be such a fucking brat this time. I’d hate to leave that pretty pussy waiting another two weeks.”

You couldn’t help but whine at the thought, pouting up at her, though you could tell from the look on her face, she wasn’t kidding. Her thumb traced over your lips and your mouth fell open, tilting your head back as you watched her take a mouthful of the scotch. Smirk on her lips she leant over you, opening her mouth just enough to let the amber liquid dribble from her lips into your open ones. Her thumb swiped at a drop that missed, prompting you to suck the digit into your mouth while you swallowed the liquid.

“That’s better.” She grinned, suddenly yanking you up by your hair, “over the desk.”

Your ass got a swift spank as you scurried over, dropping your torso over the wood, pushing your hips back toward her already. Heather’s hands cupped at your ass cheeks, caressing them before she groped at them, massaging the tender flesh. You felt her fingers trail under the lace of the thong, moving it out of the way, pushing it to the side of your ass.

“Colour?”

“Green. Fucking green.”

She chuckled darkly, her hand moving to the bag sitting on a nearby end table and you heard the telltale sign of the lube bottle being popped open. You gasped at it’s coolness on your already heated skin, a low moan following it as Heather’s slicked fingers circled around your tight entrance. Your eyes were already squeezed shut at just the thought of what she had in store for you tonight, you were only praying you’d be able to behave long enough to get what you needed. When she slid a finger in you let out a squeak of a cry,

“Don’t you dare fucking come yet.” She growled and you whimpered in response need pulsing through you as she slowly fucked your ass, safely stretching you out while also torturing you a little bit longer. You whined when her fingers slid out of you, earning yourself a swift spank. Heather picked up the plug, making sure it was coated with lube before she pumped it in and out of you a few times. She watched the way your breathing began to pick up, the way you attempted to clench your thighs together but couldn’t as she had her leg between yours.

Satisfied, she settled the plug in you, the jewel sparkling in the light of the office. You could hear her ripping open the wet nap, properly cleaning her fingers off before she wiped at your ass, cleaning up some of the messy drops of lube.

“Still green?”

“Yes M’am.” You breathed out.

“Good.” She spanked at your ass before rustling through the bag again, “because you’ve been a fucking brat. So this time you’re going to count, like a good little slut. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded, barely opening your eyes to look back at her, just able to catch the wicked grin on her lips and the riding crop in her hand.

Heather didn’t hold back, she didn’t build like she would on a usual day, but considering this was technically part of your punishment, you shouldn’t have been too surprised. The crop came down heavy on your left cheek, pulling a moan from your lips. Knowing that she was going to deny you again if you weren’t good you counted, mumbling out a ‘one’. She massaged at your skin, bringing the crop down on the other side, somehow this one was already harder, but you kept counting, need and desire pulsating through you. By the time she got to six you could feel the slick between your legs and you knew she could see it, glistening in the light. The next three spanks came in quick succession, hitting directly on top of each other and you let out a heavy moan, whimpering through the numbers.

“Such a dirty slut…” she tsk’d, trailing the tip of the crop through your folds, smearing your arousal, “so fucking wet..that pretty ass stuffed. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you kitten?” When you didn’t answer right away she delivered the last spank, hard, and you shrieked.

“Ten…” you whimpered out. You yelped when her hand roughly tangled into your hair and she yanked you off the desk, using her leverage to tilt your head back. She chuckled at the sight of your smeared mascara, the way your chest was heaving in need.

“Awe…always so pretty when you cry.” She nipped at your neck, “bedroom. Be ready. And don’t you dare even thinkabout touching yourself.”

“Yes M’am.” You whimpered out.

“Good girl.” This time she pressed a soft kiss to your skin, her thumb swiping away the frustration tear that had managed to sneak down your cheeks. She swatted at your hip with the crop to get you moving faster and you scurried out of the office, swiftly pulling the lingerie from your body.

When Heather stepped into the bedroom she smiled at the sight of you sitting pretty, naked at the foot of the bed, just like she had asked. You watched with needy eyes, lip tugged into your mouth as she slowly stripped and you felt your mouth water when it was revealed that she was indeed already strapped.

“You think I wasn’t ready for you or something?” She asked as she walked to the foot of the bed, watching the way your eyes were glued to her cock.

“Wasn’t sure M’am.” You replied in a whisper. Her hand stroked down your cheek and you nuzzled into it,

“You know you’re so much cuter when you behave.”

“Sorry M’am.” You ducked your head lightly, “I will this time. I promise.” Her thumb pressed at your lips in response.

“Open.” You did as told and she nodded towards the dildo, “go ahead. You know what to do.”

You wrapped your lips around the head of the toy, groaning as she thrusted it into the back of your throat. She cooed praise at you as you began to bob up and down it, getting it more than sufficiently wet with drool as you nearly gagged on it. Her hand wrapped into your hair, guiding you down the full length and holding you there, not letting you move off it until she was satisfied. You pulled off with a gasp, squeezing your thighs together at the sight of it slathered in drool.

“Such a fucking slut.” Heather shoved you back on the bed, causing your legs to splay out from under you. She grabbed your ankles, resting them on her shoulders, yanking your hips to the end of the bed before she ran the tip of her cock through your drenched folds. “You ready for my cock?”

“Yes M’am please…”

She laughed at the tears pricking in the corners of your eyes again.

“So fucking needy.”

She plunged into you without a further warning, stuffing you to the brim with the toy and your walls instantly clenched down around the toy and the plug. You let out a wanton moan, feeling so full after so long of absolutely nothing was bringing you to a whole new level of pleasure. Heather’s hips rocked into you hard and fast, tormenting the desire out of you as it burned through your body. Your hands clawed at your skin, trying to find her hand at the very least and she simply slapped it away. You whined out in protest, unable to do much else as fire burnt through your body.

Your pussy fluttered around her cock, your moans growing louder and louder as each thrust from Heather dragged right passed the spongey spot within you. Your ass clenched around the plug and your hips eagerly rocked towards hers.

“You love this, don’t you kitten?” She teased, “absolutely stuffed with my cock, that pretty little ass all plugged too? Should find a third, fill up that pretty mouth of yours too, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Her words spurred you on even further, your pussy squelching sounds out as it drenched the toy, barely able to form words between the pants and whines.

“Please!” You sobbed, “please can I come?”

“You’ve been good.” She smirked, her hand spanking directly on your clit, “you may come kitten.”

Heather’s fingers stayed on your clit, rubbing furiously as she continued to pound into you. You sobbed out as you finally let your orgasm shoot through you, practically seeing stars, juices dribbling out of you enough that they soaked Heather’s cock and the bed beneath you. She didn’t let up, her hand pinching at your clit brought you somewhat back to reality and you yelped.

“No…please…” you begged, your hand attempting to pull hers off of you, “yellow…please…”

At your insistence, and the image of you completely wrecked, tears streaming over your cheeks Heather moved her hand away, pressing soft kisses to your ankles as she slowed her thrusts. Even just the gentle rocking of her cock within you had you coming again in a matter of minutes and you whimpered out again, body shuddering against the bed. You barely felt it when she pulled out, only realizing she had when your juices dripped out even more, and the sound of the strap being dropped to the bedside table to be dealt with later.

The bed dipped with Heather’s weight as she softly tugged you up to the head of it, her hands coming to your face to gently wipe away your tears, attempting to clean the smudged make up from your eyes.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“N’yet.” You mumbled, your hands needly tugging at her body, “just hold me…please…”

“Of course kitten.”

Doing the best she could she kicked at the blankets, pulling them up and curling you into her body. Her hand snuck under the sheet, softly easing the plug from you, tossing it into the pile to be cleaned, noticing the way you face scrunched at the feeling.

“You alright kitten?”

“Yes M’am.” You nuzzled further into her, letting out a satisfied hum as you left a kiss on her neck. Her hand snuck back down, soothingly stroking where she’d spanked you earlier.

“Are you going to be good from now on?” You titled your head up, opening your eyes with a grin on your cheeks when you replied.

“Nope.”

Heather rolled her eyes.

“Just for that you’re not getting a kiss.”

“But…” you whined, pouting and shooting her puppy dog eyes and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fine.” Heather’s hand pinched at your chin to bring your face to hers, kissing you softly.

“Thank you.” You smiled against her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She assured you, but suddenly pinched at your ass, “but I do love you more when you behave.”

“Yes M’am.”

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Classified Affairs Ch 7

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, masturbation, oral, fingering, squirting, sex toys, breeding kink, spitting, snowballing? We’re gonna say snowballing just to be safe, dirty talk, kitten kink, mommy kink, very dom/sub, mild degradation, “cum” play…I think I covered it all?? ~3700words and it is ALL smut besties…

You were almost at your breaking point, a glistening of sweat over your body, your pussy fluttering around the toy as your hips rocked up to meet it, your head thrown back into the pillows. Your thighs began to tremble and it was only the sound of a knock on the door that pulled you from bliss, stopping you right before you were about to break the very clear rule Heather had left you with.

Huffing out a whine you pulled the toy from you, tossing it aside as your hand came back to continue to lightly play with yourself. You knew the knock was really only one of warning, Heather always let herself in, and you knew she wanted you to continue the torment.

“Such a good little pet.” She grinned from the doorway to your bedroom, “spread that pussy open for me, let me see you.” She moved into the room, folding her blazer over the back of a chair before her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. Undoing them slowly as she let out a soft hum at your obedience when your fingers spread your lower lips open.

“Please Mommy…” you whined and she chuckled darkly, folding her shirt over where she’d placed her blazer.

“Don’t worry kitten…” she moved to the bedside, her fingers pinching at your chin, “you’ll get to come tonight. Just be patient.”

“Yes M’am.” You pouted and she tsk’d as she moved into the en suite.

“That better not be an attitude I’m hearing…” she warned, returning with a towel in her hand.

“Sorry.” You ducked your gaze from her in submission.

“I know you’re a needy little thing, but you have to trust me. You’ll enjoy this, alright?” You nodded, “now roll over.”

You did as she said and she let out a gentle hum at the sight of the plug nestled between your ass cheeks. She laid the towel out on the bed where you’d been lying, then her hand wrapped around the jewel of the plug, gently pulling and pushing it within you, causing you to let out a low moan.

“You need to start using the bigger plugs.”

“Yes M’am.” You murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as your face buried into the pillow, doing your best to not rock your hips into the bed.

“Because one of these days I’m going to fuck your ass.” You let out a louder moan at that, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? Fill that cunt up with a toy while my cock fills this pretty ass of yours?”

“Please?”

“Not tonight. You’re not ready. I’d end up hurting you.” She spanked you, pulling a gasp from you, “roll back over. On the towel.”

You did as she said, adjusting so you were positioned properly, watching intently as she slipped out of her pants, folding them along with the rest of her clothes. You still weren’t sure if she always wore such lavish lingerie sets, if it was just on the days she planned to come see you, or if she changed into them before coming over, but you certainly weren’t complaining. This one was emerald green lace, complimenting her skin tone perfectly and you could feel your mouth practically watering at the sight. It made you wish that she let you see more of her, let you feel more of her skin on yours, you ached to know what she tasted like.

Smirking, Heather settled on the bed, pushing your thighs open so they were flat on the mattress, her hand cupped at your pussy as she leant over your body, lips wrapping around your nipple. Your breath hitched in your throat, her hand was simply resting against your heat, ever so softly rocking between your pussy and your throbbing clit. One of your hands tangled into her hair as her teeth nipped at your skin, her tongue soothing the burn shortly after. Her mouth trailed over to the other side of your chest, repeating her actions as you sighed out another moan, your hips rocking into her hand as you craved any kind of release. All she was doing so far was riling you up even more, your entire body was on fucking fire and you were certain you’d die if she didn’t let you come soon.

“More….please…”

Heather laughed, her mouth leaving your skin as she tilted her head up to glance at your face, taking in the way your eyes were screwed shut. She knew you were doing your best to be a good little pet for her, always asking, using your words and doing exactly what she wanted. But tonight, she wanted you to squirt, she needed you as turned on, comfortable and begging as she could get you.

“I suppose since you asked kitten.” She replied, her mouth beginning to shift down your body, teeth scraping against your skin more and more until she was fully settled between your legs.

Heather’s hand finally moved, her fingers sinking into your drenched cunt and you let out a very satisfied groan, a small smile breaking your lips apart. She fucked you slowly, her fingers curling every second pump, smirking at the way your hips rocked in time with her, chasing after her fingers with each thrust. Your walls were pulsating around her, quivering already against her body, she waited until you were nearly there, your breath coming out in pants before she ducked her head, pulling her fingers from you. You let out a frustrated whine, but it morphed into a loud moan as soon as her mouth was on you. Tongue dipping into you, pulling even more of your juices forward, your body shook when she moaned over your taste.

You were surprised with just how slick between your legs was, even before her mouth had gotten down there. You felt the coil building up again, higher higher with each lap of her tongue,

“Fuck…”

Heather smirked at the way your thighs began quaking around her, shifting her focus to your clit as her hand snuck back into your cunt.

“You may come kitten.” She murmured, “really let go for me.”

Her lips wrapped around your clit at the same moment her fingers pressed into the sensitive spot inside you and you let out a yelp. It was nearly too much, tears straining in the corners of your eyes as your pussy clamped down around her fingers. Her tongue danced with skill, flicking patterns across your clit as she sucked it into your mouth. The heat coursed through you, you could feel the pressure building as your thighs trembled, your hips thrusting up against Heather, whimpered cries escaping your lips. She pressed harder against your g-spot and you yelped, body thrashing as your orgasm shot through you more powerful than you’d ever experienced, your juices shooting out around her wrist, dripping down onto the towel below.

“Oh God!” You attempted to clench your thighs shut but Heather was insistent on pulling a second orgasm from you, which considering how over stimulated you were, only took a few moments before your release was dribbling down her arm once more. Her mouth finally let up, pressing a kiss above your clit.

“Good girl.” Her fingers finally pulled out of your cunt, panting, you accepted them into your mouth when she presented them to you. Doing your best to suck them clean as your body shivered in aftershocks.

“Holy shit…”

“I told you you would be able to squirt, didn’t I? Don’t doubt me next time.” She smirked and you huffed out a breathless laugh.

“Yes M’am.” She pinched at your cheek softly, shifting off the bed, aware of your eyes following her as she moved to the closet. She pulled down the box of toys, resting it on your dresser while she pried the lid off, sifting through it.

“Cherry or grape?”

“What?” Your brow furrowed as you looked to her.

“I said…cherry or grape?” Her head turned to look at you over her shoulder, sculpted brow raised.

“Cherry?” You were still confused, trying to figure out what she was doing but she kept her back turned and whatever it was hidden. You hadn’t gone through the box of toys with that much detail, so you really weren’t sure what she had planned. Though your breath did catch in your throat as she stepped into the strap, the dildo different than the normal one she used on you. She had a bottle of lube in her hand that she tossed down onto the bed.

“Since you’ve been so good for me, I think it’s time I mark you as mine.” She smirked, “do you need a moment longer?”

“Maybe.” You panted.

“Come here…” she gestured to the end of the bed and you shifted, crawling towards her. Her hand cupped your chin, bringing your lips to hers, her tongue plunging into your mouth, curling against your own. You let out a soft groan of the taste of yourself on her lips, knowing that she enjoyed it just as much as you did.The hand on your chin wound around, digging into your hair, pulling you closer to her, up on your knees, your hands hovered over her body.

“May I?” You murmured softly in to the kiss.

“You may.” She nodded, nudging you back into a deeper kiss as your hands came to rest on her sides, slowly trailing upwards, stalling right at the under curve of her breasts, tickling at the lace of her bra, “keep going…” she urged, gleam in her eye as yours widened slightly at the permission to actually touch her this time. Heather let out a soft groan as you groped gently at her tits, “good girl…just like that…”

The praise shot a heavy curl of need through you and you whined into the kiss, your thighs beginning to clench together. Her free hand tickled down your body, toying with your pussy, teasing out the wetness that was beginning to form again. You tested the waters, pinching softly at her nipples and she sighed,

“Do that again…harder.” You did as she said, resulting in a satisfied groan from her lips as her fingers sunk into you.

Your head toppled forward onto her shoulder, pressing little kisses into her neck, making sure to not even scrape the slightest bit with your teeth, knowing she wouldn’t let you finish if you even thought about leaving a mark. She suddenly grasped at your chin, her thumb sliding over your lip before slipping into your mouth, keeping it open as she pulled her other hand from you. She surveyed you with a grin, guiding you to sink down fully on your knees until you’d hit the bed.

“You’re such a good little slut kitten, are you ready for Mommy’s cum?” Your eyes widened slightly as you furiously nodded your head, when she’d mentioned marking you, you’d figured she was planning to leave you with a couple of hickeys, but you were beyond ready for exploring this new territory. “Lay back then…spread those legs for me.

You practically scrambled backwards, dropping back onto the towel as you fell into the pillows, spreading your legs wide, your hand sliding between them to spread your pussy open for Heather.

“Good girl.” She smirked, climbing between them, running the dildo through them, drenching it in your wetness before plunging it into your cunt.

“Oh fuck…”

Your pussy was still fluttering randomly from earlier, tingling at the sheer thought of being full of her cum already. She began to roll her hips, bracing her hands on your stomach, it was a steady pace, but something that you could keep up with, one that she knew you wouldn’t come right away from. The sensation was heavenly, feeling the drag of her cock within you while your ass was still stuffed with the plug, the way Heather angled her hips combined with the curve of the toy had it hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You whined out, a hand closing around her wrist as you tugged your lip into your mouth, your skin getting hotter with each plunge of the toy. Your hips rocked up to meet hers eagerly, wanting to make her proud, make her know that you were her good little girl, and that you deserved this.

“You gonna come for me kitten?” She asked, pinching at your clit and you gasped, your head thrown back into the pillows. A series of whines as you felt yourself clenching around her cock, the added sensation of her fingers toying with your swollen nub had you right on the brink.

“Oh god…oh fuck..fuck…fuck!” Your body shook against the bed, feeling the way her nails were digging into your skin as she thrusted harder and faster into you, the sound of slick skin on skin vibrating off the walls of your bedroom. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your hips shooting up and stilling, your entire body burning with pleasure.

Heather waited until you were at least done with your peak before she thrusted heavily a few more times, her cock burying completely into your cunt before she squeezed at the base, shooting the load into you, emptying herself. You let out a gasp at the sensation, surprised with both how much it was and how much you could feel it.

“Oh my god…” you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her slowing her pace, fucking the cum deeper into your. The squelching sounds echoing through the room, you could feel it mixing with your release, dribbling down your thighs and it drove you absolutely wild.

Heather chuckled, watching her cock continue to disappear into you, getting messier and dirtier with each slowly drug out thrust. God the sight was simply so incredibly enticing, she wanted to stay all fucking night, continuing to fill you up again and again, watching it drip out of you until you were a complete mess. She pulled completely out of you, tsk’ing at the loud whine you let out at the sudden feeling of being empty. You nearly shrieked as you felt her mouth against your cunt, your hips jolting up as her tongue lapped into you, pulling her cum and your release out, sucking it into her mouth. She crawled up your body, hand grasping your jaw, pulling your mouth open, nudging at your skin to make sure your eyes were open as she leant over you, spitting the mixture of the two of you into your mouth, and now you truly understood her earlier question, the taste of cherry mixed with the taste of you. Her hand pushed your jaw shut, coming to rest across your throat.

“Swallow.”

You did so, your throat bobbing against her hand, the feeling something she smiled at. Without her even having to ask you reopened your mouth, your tongue coming out to show her that you’d swallowed it all down.

“Good girl.” She patted your cheek affectionately.

“More please.” You whimpered and her head tilted for a moment, a small chuckle escaping her, “please Mommy?” You begged, “make me your little cum slut.”

“Jesus.”

She swore quietly, pushing off from above your body as her hand sunk into your hair, tugging tightly so you were readjusted on the bed and for a moment you thought you’d said the wrong thing, that you were about to get punished. But her hand pulled you so you were lying on your back, your head hanging off the side of the bed, and you were able to watch as she picked up the bottle of lube based ‘cum’, refilling the toy before striding back over to you.

“Play with yourself kitten, I want you fucking my cum back into that messy pussy, you understand?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Good girl.” She pressed a kiss to your lips before standing back up straight, smiling at the way your mouth fell open for her.

You let out a soft groan as the toy disappeared into your lips, somehow, the cherry flavour mixed with your juices impeccably well, enhancing the taste even more. Once you felt the tip hit the back of your throat your hand snuck down your body, and you moaned around her cock, touching the mess she’d left between your legs. You sunk two fingers in, trying to focus on fucking the cum back into you while Heather began to fuck your face.

She had to admit it to herself, when she’d first picked you for this, she wasn’t sure how far she would be able to push you, she’d been thrilled when you’d only axed a few of the kinks in the contract. But the sight of you fingering your messy cunt filled with juices from where she’d made you squirt twice, on top of the cum she’d filled you with creating sopping sounds while tears pricked in your eyes as her cock heaved into your mouth was nearly too much for her. You took it so fucking well, and you were always so fucking good, taking her commands so well within the bedroom, she truly had lucked out finding you to be her pet.

You began to moan around the dildo, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt yet another orgasm beginning to wash over you. Your body started to thrive against the bed, hips jolting up, begging for more,

“Use both hands.” Heather instructed breathlessly, her second hand coming to rest against your throat again, feeling the bulge of her cock through it, “I want one more from you and then you’ll get my cum, understand?”

“Mmhmm.” You did your best to nod, your free hand moving down to furiously rub at your clit. The noises bouncing through the room were absolute sin, egging you on even more, especially as Heather let out a moan above you. You let out a muffled cry, a few tears leaking over your cheeks as your orgasm shot through you heavier than you’d expected, your body nearly bouncing on the bed, letting out a few shivers as your juices dribbled onto the bed.

“Good girl.” Heather panted, her hand moving from your throat to the base of the toy, squeezing as she sunk her cock into your mouth. You groaned at the feeling of her filling your throat, pulling the toy out slowly as she made sure it was all in you, the cum settling on your tongue. She smirked at the sight, her eyes dragging down to your pussy where it was leaking slowly out of you, the way your chest was heaving as you panted. She barely caught it when you closed your lips, preparing to swallow, “ah!” Her hand roughly grabbed your face, pulling your lips back open, “not yet kitten.”

You whined, doing your best to pout with your mouth spread, she chuckled darkly in response. Heather’s hand stayed on your cheek as she ducked over you, her lips meeting yours feverishly, tongue plunging into your mouth, scooping out the lube, pulling it into her own as she kissed you. You let out a sigh as she broke the kiss, watching as she straightened up, the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed it down.

“You made a good choice with the cherry.” She grinned, the tapped your mouth closed, “you may now swallow.” Your mouth closed and you sucked back the lube as you shifted so your head was no longer hanging off the end of the bed, watching Heather step out of the strap, “roll over for me.” You did and she gently eased the plug from your ass, her hand squeezing softly at your skin as you buried your face in your arms, doing your best to recover.

Heather moved into the bathroom, cleaning the toys and leaving them on the basin to dry before she slipped back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth in hand. You barely heard her, only feeling the gentle slide of her hand up your back that you hummed at, the bed dipped lightly with her weight as she sat near your head, her hand scratching at your head.

“You alright kitten?” She asked and your head nodded, rolling to face her.

“Perfect.” You breathed out, a sleepy smile on your cheeks as your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of her fingers in your hair. Her hand briefly moved to your cheek, her thumb strumming against your skin before she leant down, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Roll back over for me.” She urged and you grumbled slightly but did as she asked. She kneeled on the bed, wiping at your pussy and thighs with the washcloth, cleaning up your dripping juices and the lube gently. She then used the towel from earlier to dry you off, double checking that there were no wet spots under it actually on the bed, tossing them into the laundry.

By the time she was back in the bedroom you’d already shifted under the blankets, curling up around yourself, head buried in the pillows. She redressed herself, then crossed back over to you, pushing back your hair to check if you were already asleep but your eyes cracked open.

“I put it on your calendar already,” she started, mentioning the one on the fridge, “but I have reservations for dinner on Tuesday. I’ll let you know what colour I want you in, alright?”

“Yes M’am.”

“And I feel like I’m going to stop by for happy hour on Friday. I expect to see you?”

“I’ll be behind the bar but I’m sure I can snag your table.” You smirked.

“Alright.” She pinched at your cheek assuringly, “get some sleep now, you were such a good little kitten tonight.”

“Thank you Mommy.” You murmured, your eyes closing once again as she moved from the bed.

Heather made sure your phone was plugged in and the appropriate alarms were set before she flicked the light off, seeing herself out of the condo. The image of you dripping with her cum was still incredibly vivid and fresh in her mind and she needed to get home to take care of herself.

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Classified Affairs Ch 5

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, Dom/sub context, talk of kinks, semi public sex, minor face fucking, minor derogatory praise.

Tuesday rolled around and you were ready and waiting in the foyer of your building for Heather’s car, dolled in the outfit she had left for you, lingerie set underneath. You’d curled your hair loosely, pinning it half pack to keep it off your face, with a simple classic make up look. A SUV pulled up right on schedule and you hopped across the sidewalk to pull the door open, smiling at the sight of Heather waiting for you inside.

“Hi.” You greeted as you slid into the seat, “thank you for the ride.”

“Of course kitten. I wouldn’t expect you to walk in brand new Manolo’s.” She smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. It was then that you noticed the divider was up and was blacked out, you had complete privacy back here. “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you M’am.” Your cheeks heated as her eyes raked over your body.

“Do, you drive?” She asked.

“I have my license if that’s what you mean. But the subway’s cheaper.” You shrugged and she hummed.

“We’ll see about getting you a car.”

“You’re already getting me a condo, isn’t a car a little much?”

“Honey…a car from me is like you giving me a drink on the house.” Your brow scrunched in confusion, and she chuckled, gesturing to the decal on the car divider, “Dunbar armoured cars? Family business, passed down, I own it.”

“That’s worldwide isn’t it?”

“Indeed.” She smiled.

“Fuck..” you muttered quietly, “I just thought you had like, family money or something…not that I have any idea how much a Senator makes.”

“Around a hundred seventy five thousand a year, I think.” She laughed.

“You think?” You asked and Heather shrugged, “I don’t think I can even comprehend that?”

“Don’t you know how much you make per year?”

“Heather I make four dollars an hour…my entire livelihood is off tips and we can get away without claiming all of that on taxes. Why do you think I chose a fancy place near Capitol Hill to work happy hour?”

“Four dollars?! Is that even enough for a movie ticket?”

“That’s not even enough for the subway ticket, never mind the taxes that get taken off our cheques. I’ve had paycheques be zero dollars before.” you laughed, “hold on…” you pulled out your phone, opening the calculator app, “you said one seventy five, right?”

“Yes.” She laughed.

“And you work like…what? Roughly five days a week, nine to five kinda thing?”

“Generally.” The gleam in her eye was telling you that she was definitely getting pleasure out of this. You punched the numbers in doing the math, letting out a bark of a laugh, “what?” She asked.

“You make roughly ninety dollars an hour. You could pay my rent with one day of work.”

“Which is exactly why I’m getting you out of that god awful studio. You deserve somewhere nicer, and closer to work.” She paused with a grin on her cheeks, “oh!” Suddenly her hand delved into her purse, “this is yours.” She handed you an envelope with a bank card and account information in it, “you can set up your own pin and do whatever you’d like with the money on there. I have your account information, it will be where you’ll be getting your weekly allowance.”

“Thank you M’am.” You took the envelope from her, sliding it into an internal pocket of your own purse, “oh…did you want the contract now?”

“We do have some time.” She smiled, accepting the folder from you. You watched in anticipation as she flipped through it, going over the things you’d either crossed out, or written question marks beside, her lips curving up into a grin every so often as she read through it. “So you don’t like being gagged?”

“Never.” You grimaced, “no offence…honestly… and no offence to any of this, everyone’s into their own things, I just….”

“Have you limits, I know.” Heather squeezed at your hand, “that’s why we have this.” She flipped though a page, “there’s a question mark beside pet play?”

“I mean…I had to google…I just wasn’t sure how far you were into it? I’m completely comfortable with you calling me kitten, I actually really like it,” your cheeks heated, “and the idea of a collar is super hot, and…I wont say no to a tail, but…there’s something kind of weird about having to crawl around and be your literal pet.”

“So I shouldn’t buy you a leash?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You know you don’t actually have to crawl on the floor.” She chuckled darkly, “it’s more about my control over you kitten. If I could I would get you an actual collar, I would…you are my pet after all…but how about this?” She reached back to her bag, pulling out a box, presenting it to you.

“An Apple Watch?” You brow scrunched once again until you lifted the lid off the box. The face of the watch was similar, but the band and decals were a little classier, the entire thing a little bit more dainty.

“Yes.”

“I….don’t understand?”

“Well first off I need you heathy and active, and I need to know you’re taking care of yourself. The watch is linked to the app on my phone, so I expect you to log your food and water. If you don’t, or you’re not taking good care of yourself you’ll be punished. And…” she smirked, “on top of that…I’ll be able to monitor your heart rate. I’ll know just how good I make you feel…” her face dropped, “and if you happen to disobey me and sleep with someone else…I’ll know.”

“Yes M’am.” You gulped, “should I put it on now?”

“No kitten, it’s not charged, but I expect it by tomorrow morning.”

“Of course.” You tucked the box into your purse, “So… you control me then?” You asked hesitantly and Heather chuckled.

“Kitten I basically own you at this point. The contract was for your consideration, as much as I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, I do hope you realize that I am very much in charge here. We don’t have to include all of my kinks or anything, hence the paperwork, but you are mine to do with whatever I’d like to as long as you’re okay with? Understood?”

“Very much so.” You breathed out as Heather’s lips hit yours, her teeth tugging your lower lip out of your mouth until it snapped back to you.

“Good girl.” She praised with a smirk, “now…lets find you a new house that’s better suited to you.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek as you slid out of your SUV to view the first condo.

The real estate agent seemed to know Heather, which made sense considering Heather was probably high up and rich enough to have people for everything. She introduced you as her newest assistant, who needed a place a little closer to work and as one of your agreed upon benefits, she would be fitting the bill as a fall bonus. You weren’t sure if he knew what was actually going on, and was just playing along, or if that was the usual cover she used for situations like this.

The first place he showed you, you were honestly surprised he even did so. Not that you thought anything was wrong with it, but for the price, it certainly wasn’t worth it. The entire building was a little bit worn down, Heather’s nose crinkling in distaste almost immediately. He showed you a bit of a fancier suite in the same building that you weren’t keen on, despite currently living in a studio, you figured that a one bedroom should at least have a door on the bedroom. Heather agreed, asking about security features and amenities of the building. When prompted by her, he suggested checking out a couple of places around the corner.

The first one was turned down by Heather simply because it was ‘too white’ and while it hadn’t been a deal breaker for you, you did honestly agree. The second one didn’t have it’s own laundry facilities or a dishwasher, but the third one you let out a little gasp as the door opened and Heather chuckled.

The place was gorgeous, the door opened straight into an open, sizeable kitchen and living room, a stunning island splitting up the space, gorgeous cabinets, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city along with your own little terrace. The bathroom had both a hallway entrance and an entrance from the bedroom, complete with two sinks, and a stunning shower, the bedroom again with large windows, and exposed white brick on the back wall. The agent was rambling on about how there was both a pool area and a fantastic gym in the basement, along with a rooftop patio with multiple bbq’s for socializing, that could be reserved for private events. The underground secure parking was included in the cost, along with security cameras, a doorman, and the need of a fob to even get up the elevator. The gentle pinch of Heather’s fingers on your elbow brought you back to earth as your head shot round to her.

“Thoughts?” She asked with a small smile on her face.

“It’s gorgeous.”

“We could look at a few more places? This one does seem a little small?”

“Ms Dunbar, it’s perfect.” You insisted, “anything bigger would feel too…empty..all that open space and room? For just lil ole me? No thanks.”

“Well. If that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I am.”

She suddenly turned back to the agent, “we’ll take this one.”

“Incredible”—he was suddenly cut off by the ringing of his phone, checking the caller I.D. “I’m so sorry, I have to take this. I’ll meet you at the office downstairs after I get the paperwork sorted? Feel free to continue to look around, head upstairs or over to the gym.” He left a copy of the fob with you as he darted out the door to give you access to the other places.

You both nodded in his direction before you started to wander through the condo, Heather seemed distracted on her phone as your swept through the space. It was partially furnished already, you weren’t sure if those things were part of the agreement, mainly a sectional in the living room, some smaller appliances in the kitchen, and some shelving throughout the place. You meandered through the bedroom, pausing to look out the window, in amazement that this would be your daily wake up view before you sauntered into the bathroom. Your fingers grazed over the basin, trailing over the bowls of the sink, you were so lost in thought you didn’t notice Heather coming in behind you.

“You like it don’t you.” She murmured, her hands hit your hips gently as you met her gaze in the mirror.

“I do M’am. It is okay, right?”

“Of course kitten.” Her lips met your shoulder and your eyes fluttered.

“But I think I should fuck you in it before you truly decide.”

“But”— you swiftly turned around in her arms, meeting her raised brow, and she pressed a finger to your lips.

“Uh-uh kitten. She smirked, “turn back around.” You obediently did so. She rutted her hips against yours and you could feel the strap under her pants pushing into your ass, your eyes fluttering at the sensation. “If I’m going to own this place….I own the right to fuck you in it. Where and when ever

I would like to.”

Heather’s lips met you neck again, her mouth and teeth sneaking over your skin, leaving their marks in their paths. Your head rolled back against her as you let out a soft sigh, you could feel the smirk of her lips against your skin as her hands trailed down your sides, swiftly finding the hem of your dress. One of them shoved it up, holding it out of the way while the other traced the band of the lacy thong.

“Good girl.” She purred, “ready and pretty like I asked.”

“Of course M’am..” you managed to get out as her fingers got closer and closer to where you so desperately needed them.

Her teeth sunk into your neck, a quiet whimper leaving your lips at the feeling before she suddenly pressed your torso down onto the basin. Her fingers trailed up your thighs and you were surprised when you felt her tongue beginning to lap at your pussy. A gasp left your mouth at the feeling of her beginning to fuck you with her mouth, wrapping her lips around you, a quiet groan escaping her lips at your taste. She searched out your clit, her tongue flicking at it as you started to whine, pushing back against her. You heard her chuckle darkly and knew you had it coming, not surprised when a swift spank hit your ass before that hand plunged into your cunt. You let out a quiet yell, trying to hold back your noises all things considered. Heather’s fingers twisted and curled inside you, scissoring as she let out another dark chuckle,

“You want this…you really are a little slut aren’t you?” You let out a whimper in response and she spanked you again, standing and leaning over you, husking against your ear, “do you want Mommy’s cock or not kitten?”

“Please Mommy.” You begged as her fingers continued to torment you, “fill me up.”

“Good girl.” Her teeth nipped at your earlobe before she straightened up, one hand still on your lower back as she kept you pressed to the counter. You heard her other hand undo her pants, gasping as you felt the dildo tracing through your pussy, wetting it with your juices. Heather lined it up, chuckling as you let out a moan as she sunk it into you.

Once the toy was fully seated within you she pulled you up roughly, tugging at your hair so you were flush to her chest. Her hips started a relentless pace, plunging into you as you whimpered and moaned, your eyes on the mirror in front of you as she fucked you into oblivion.

“Take it so well don’t you? God you’re such a good little slut for Mommy aren’t you?” She asked, her hand clasping around your jaw, “that feel good kitten?”

“Yes…” you whined in response, “oh fuck yes!”

You weren’t sure how but the entire thing was so much more erotic than anything before, it was probably due to the fact that you could potentially be caught, but all you could think of in that moment was Heather’s cock dragging across your walls. With every stroke it hit every spot you needed, the hand around your chin slipped down to your throat, this time squeezing harder and deeper than before. You let out a whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as the fire began to build within your body, shooting lower within you and tighter and tighter with each thrust she pounded into you. The hand she hand on your hip slipped around you, circling at your clit.

“Be a good girl, won’t you? Come for Mommy. Cream all over my fucking cock.” She grunted, her words breathless as her hips continued to meet yours intensely. Your clit pulsates under her fingers, a cry escaping your lips that you almost clapped your hand over your mouth at as your body shuddered. Heather continued to pump into you, the over sensitivity making you collapse onto the counter, attempting to shove her hand away from your clit.

“Please…” you begged softly. She laughed softly, dropping her hand, but not stopping her thrusts into you as she slowed. She barely waited for you to catch you breath, slipping out of you, smirking at the whimpering sound you made at the loss of feeling full.

Instead she wrenched you up by the hair, a gasp leaving your lips, your eyes widening at the darkness within hers. Her hand began to push you down,

“Clean up Mommy’s cock. You creamed all over it….” She murmured and you sunk to your knees fully, glancing up at her.

Almost hesitantly, you opened your lips, letting the tip of the toy on your tongue, lapping at it softly. You could taste yourself on it, a very quiet groan escaping you at the sensation. Her hand grasped your jaw again, her thumb pulling your mouth fully open before it settled on your chin. The toy sunk into your throat as Heather began to fuck your face. You wrapped your lips around it, sucking and lapping, making sure you got any and all of your essence off it. She wasn’t exactly gentle about it, her hips fucking into your mouth, but you had to admit, you felt yourself squeeze your thighs together as her cock thrusted into your mouth.

Suddenly, she pulled out, a chuckle in her voice as she looked down at you, her hand tilting your head up to her once more.

“Oh…someone’s a needy slut aren’t they?” She raised a brow and your head tilted, “you want to come again don’t you?”

“Please?” You asked softly.

“Not until I say so.”

You frowned at the sight of her tucking the strap back into her pants, making sure it wouldn’t be visible to anyone unknowing. Her hand met your cheek again, tugging you up from your knees, she pressed a kiss to your lips, tongue delving into your mouth as she groaned softly.

“Mmm… you taste so sweet kitten.”

“Thank you Mommy.” You murmured back.

There was a sudden jingling sound from the door and you tore away from her, doing your best to adjust your clothing, not surprised when Heather was back into the main room within seconds, completely composed. You heard her mention something about you having to use the bathroom so you took a couple of moments to compose yourself.

You knew that Heather had a world of things coming to you, things that you had never heard of, things that you were about to experiment with, and things that you weren’t even sure what to expect. But you’d never expected her to be strapped and fuck you in semi public like she just did. You really weren’t sure how you were supposed to get through dinner after this while all you could think about was her mouth on you, her cock inside of you. And even more so, what she tasted like, wondering if she would ever let you find out.

To say you had a lot to discover was the least.

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Classified Affairs Ch 9

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, dirty talking, sexting, brat behaviour, Dom/sub dynamic, edging, orgasm denial, derogatory dirty talk, sex toys, very minor cum play, punishment, mommy kink.

Heather grumbled at the sound of her phone vibrating on her desktop, she was not only already at work, but had a day of abysmal meetings that were follow ups on horribly boring, useless meetings from the previous day, or ones that she knew would just end up in arguments and nothing getting done. It wasn’t usual that she was called in early, but of course it had to be on the day where it cut into her morning routine, and she didn’t have time for a self session in her morning shower.

At first glance, seeing your name on her phone screen from the text and not someone calling her in for a press release or debrief caused her anger to dissipate. Upon swiping open the text, it surged through her again.

‘Good night Mommy.’

‘That better have been a fucking typo.’

She huffed, opening the app that was connected to your watch to discover that it definitely wasn’t a typo. You not only hadn’t gone to sleep yet, but had skipped a proper dinner in favour of a bottle of wine (and she assumed more alcohol you hadn’t managed to put in). She caught herself rolling her eyes when your name flashed across her screen repeatedly, now calling her.

“You are aware that it’s seven thirty in the morning, right?” She greeted dryly and was met with a small giggle from you.

“You told me I always had to say goodnight.” There was a slight slur to your voice.

“At a reasonable time, kitten. You shouldn’t be out all night, you know that.” She could practically hear your pouting through the phone and huffed, you’d been so well behaved up until now, she was going to have to remind you what happened to brats as soon as she could get out of here.

“We were just having fun…” you whined, “there’s a bunch of new kids, we wanted to make sure they felt welcomed…I think one of them has a crush on me”— you were cut off by a snap from Heather, who knew you were about to go on a tipsy rambling binge.

“Kitten. I really don’t have fucking time for this right now. Go to bed.”

“But”-

“Do you really want to straight up disobey me while you’re already being a brat?” Her voice hardened and she heard you let out a huff of a sigh, “if you’re not asleep within half an hour you don’t get to come for three weeks. Understood?”

“Yes M’am.”

Heather hung up without giving you a chance to piss her off even further, knowing that your sleep deprived and alcohol riddled brain probably didn’t realize just how bad your timing was. Nor had she had to do much more than a couple of spanking sessions so far, if she hadn’t hung up she was sure she’d end up causing you to call red and she wasn’t sure she wanted to push you quite that far right now. It wasn’t like you knew she was having a terrible day, but you still deserved something for misbehaving.

Whatever it was, she’d figure it out later, refocusing back to politics to get her head on straight for her workday. (Although she did check your watch app to make sure you had gone to bed like she’d ordered.)

You stirred slightly when you heard someone in the condo, but didn’t worry about it, knowing it was just Heather. Or potentially a grocery delivery who would be gone in a few minutes. You weren’t fully awake, your head still a little fuzzy from the lack of sleep and overindulging. You knew for sure it was Heather when the door to the bedroom creaked open and you heard her start to rummage through the closet, searching for whatever it was she wanted.

Letting out a small groan you buried yourself further into the pillow in your arms, lying on your stomach on the bed. You’d managed to at least get your make up off and strip down to your underwear before crawling into bed, but and thankfully you were out like a light after that. Whatever noises Heather was making by digging through your closet came to a halt, you heard a slight shuffling and then her crossing the room, what you weren’t expecting was the riding crop being smacked, heavily and sharply against your ass, one right after the other.

You let out a shriek, your body rolling away from the unanticipated pain. Your breath caught in your throat at the fire in her eyes, the way the riding crop smacked against your nipple through your bra before tracing up your collar bone to your chin, lifting your gaze to hers.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away with that shit kitten?”

“M’am I- I’m sorry I just.” You let out a gasp as the crop swatted at your chin.

“I don’t believe I said you could speak. And it’s a little late for a fucking apology. Now I’m going to ask you a few questions, and those you will answer. Understood?” You nodded, already feeling the desire pooling within you, letting complete control over to her was something you knew you always enjoyed, even if you got a little hurt in the process. “That’s much better.” Her features softened only the slightest, but the smirk on her lips still held a danger to them. “What is that you did wrong?”

“Didn’t check in with you when I was done work.”

“And?”

“Stayed out all night.” You winced, “didn’t track all of my food. Drank too much.”

“And?”

“Decided to be a brat, sassing you, instead of being a good girl and going straight to bed.” Your gaze fell from hers, feeling the slight shame wash over you. Your eyes widened at the strap she’d selected and already put on, it was larger than any of the previous ones you had used, and you were suddenly very aware on why you didn’t disobey Heather Dunbar.

“And then you interrupt my work day, and make me push back a meeting so I can come over here and remind you who’s actually in charge, making my day far too long.”

“I’m”— the crop swatted at your cheek again.

“Look at me when you’re talking.” She ordered and your eyes shot back up to hers, “and I’ve already told you, it’s too late to apologize. Now, take off that pitiful excuse for underwear and get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard.”

Nodding furiously, you scrambled to do as she asked, shucking your bra and underwear, tossing them to the floor beside the bed before positioning yourself, bracing for impact. Your breath hitched at the feel of the crop caressing at your ass, slipping down your thighs and back up the other one to your cunt, hearing Heather scoff as she slid it through your lower lips, pulling it back for a closer view and she tsk’d.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this kitten… I guess I’ll have to use the paddle next time you fuck up.” The crop returned to your skin, tracing patterns, Heather chuckling at the way your body tensed, unsure of when the first hit would happen. “What’s your colour?”

“Green M’am.”

“Suck a fucking slut.”

The first hit came down, and you let out a soft cry. It was much harder than she usually started off, you started to realize that your misbehaving had caught her on a bad day, and she was probably going to take that out on you as well.

“I sure hope you didn’t break any other rules while you were out?” Another hit on the other cheek, “getting that messy drunk isn’t good for your reputation.”

Your head dropped into your arms in the pillows as the third smack echoed through the room. You were doing everything in your power to make as little noise as possible, but it was getting harder with each hit, your pussy beginning to throb with need.

“I better not find out that you decided to be a needy little whore and fuck some scum bag.” The next two hits came down in rapid succession, increasingly harder on the same spot. “You planning on answering me?”

“I didn’t.” You whimpered out as the next hit came down, “I swear.”

“You better not be lying to me.” Another hit, “because you remember who this pussy belongs to, right?”

This hit came directly onto your cunt, leaking and pulsing, begging to be fucked. You let out a yelp, nearly falling completely down onto the bed as your thighs shook. Heather’s free hand closed around your hip, roughly yanking you back up onto your knees. It swiftly wrapped around your neck, pulling you flush to her while the crop reached around, spanking on your clit, pulling another cry from you, tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Words kitten.” She growled into your ear before her teeth sunk into your neck, her mouth sucking and biting, clearly wanting to leave a mark, and in a spot you wouldn’t be able to hide it that night at work.

“You.” You cried out as the crop smacked against your throbbing clit, “only you Mommy.”

With one final sharp bite into your neck and swift spank to your clit, she shoved your torso back onto the bed. A near sob left your lips, muffled by the pillows as she settled herself behind you.

“You are not going to make a single fucking noise until I’m fully seated in you, otherwise you’re getting all of that again, understood kitten?”

Your head nodded against the pillows, feeling the tears pricking in the corners of your squeezed shut eyes. You tugged your lip into your mouth at the feeling of her cock tracing through your swollen, puffy pussy lips, slapping against your clit as she teased you, just daring you to make a single squeak.

She guided the head into your cunt, barely moving, resting it there as she watched your face contort, listening for even the smallest of noises. She wasn’t prepared to cut you any slack today, darkly chuckling as you attempted to move your hips back to sink further onto the toy. Her hands clenched at your hips, keeping you impeccably still, her nails digging into your skin, your nose scrunching at the pleasure accompanied pain. She swatted at your ass cheek with her hand before it returned to your hip, she pulled her cock all the way out, spanking at your clit again with it, watching the way your body trembled before she plunged back into you, sinking barely further than before.

You could feel your pussy clenching around the tiny bit of her cock she’d given you, the rest of your walls fluttering over nothing. The tears in your eyes were no longer pain, but of frustration, wanting her to fill you, wanting to be able to make any sense of noise. But the iron grip she hand on your hips prevented any of that.

She pulled almost all the way out, this thrust sinking just a little bit further into you. Honestly, this was part torture on her behalf, part her not wanting to hurt you with the bigger sized strap. Not that it would have mattered by now, you were fucking dripping down your thighs and she knew you were simply begging for it. She repeated the process once more until she gave in, sharply pulling your hips back until she felt her cock hit the end of your pussy, fully buried in your tight wet cunt. She heard the tiniest of whimpers escape your lips, but let it slide, technically, that’s what she had asked for.

“You like being this full kitten?”

You nodded, barely able to crack an eye open to look up at her, catching the evil grin on her lips.

“You may speak now.”

“Oh god!” You let out a throaty groan at the sensation of being so stretched, so full and so incredibly satisfied. You wondered why you hadn’t been using this size of strap all along, because you felt on top of the fucking world right now, your body tingling in pleasure, shooting straight down to your core.

“Good girl.”

Heather only smirked before she began to plunge hard and fast into you, hitting every sensitive spot across your walls with each thrust. You were succumbed to pleasure incredibly fast, your pussy fluttering around the toy, squeezing and clenching with each plunge. You would’ve dared to reach back to your clit if you weren’t already in the middle of a punishment. You felt the heat burning through your skin, your hands clenching into the bedsheets as your orgasm began to build within you.

“Please! Please more Mommy!” You begged. Heather barked a laugh out, one of her arms wrenched around your torso pulling you flush to her again as she continued to pound into you.

“You want me to choke you?” She husked into your ear as her hand traced it’s way up your body, briefly pausing to pinch sharply at your nipples, pulling gasps from you.

“Touch me…please…”

Heather practically scoffed, another laugh leaving her lips as her hand shifted downward, searching out your clit.

“So fucking needy. Do you know how pathetic you sound when you beg?” She enunciated with a particularly hard thrust as she pinched at your clit and you cried out.

The tears from earlier returning to your eyes as she began to rub furiously at your swollen, pulsating nub. You were close, so incredibly fucking close, it would only take a minute more until you were seeing stars. Your eyes scrunched shut as your thighs began to quake, your vision was darkening, nearly black, whimpers and moans getting louder and louder as you got closer.

Heather could feel the way your body was trembling against hers, knowing just how close you were and just what would push you over the ledge. She worked you with her hands until you were just at the precise moment she knew you’d fall, and then abruptly dropped her hands from you, shoving you back down onto the bed as she swiftly pulled out.

You let out a strangled sob, tears starting to leak down your cheeks as you dared to roll your head to look up at her.

“Mommy…” you whined and she laughed, a full dark and cold laugh, spanking at your ass.

“Did you seriously think I was going to let you come after that?” You simply whimpered in response, “fucking pathetic.” She muttered.

She gave you a moment to breath, just long enough that she knew you wouldn’t come if she started to fuck you again before plunging her cock back into you. Incredibly slowly, and incredibly deeply, watching the tears drip down your face in frustration at being so fucking turned on and so fucking close to your peak, but unable to reach it. She thrusted hard, sinking her hips into yours and you let out a gasp at the feeling of her cum filling you, you hadn’t realized the larger toy was another one of the squirting ones.

Heather pinned you to the bed, her hands holding you to the mattress for a moment, making sure she had completely emptied into you. For the briefest moment as she slowly pulled out you thought maybe she was going to keep fucking her cum into you, play around with it. Instead, the weight on the bed shifted and you felt a smaller c-shaped vibe slip into you, the smaller end hitting your clit.

“You’re going to keep that in until I tell you you’re allowed to take it out, understood? Maybe if you feel my cum inside of you all night you’ll remember who fucking owns you.”

“But I have to work?” You gasped, half rolling back to face her.

“Did I fucking stutter?”

“No M’am.” Your cheeks flushed, not only at the idea of being filled with her cum until at least midnight, but you had a fairly good idea that the vibe was one she would be able to control.

She climbed off the bed, barely having enough time to wash the dildo, beginning to pull her clothes when her phone went off. She glanced at the message and swore quietly before glancing down at you.

“Clean yourself up. You look like a desperate whore.” She pulled on her blouse, buttoning it up before coming back over to the bedside, double checking that the toy was securely in place before smoothing back your hair. “There’s a Gatorade on the counter, the rest of the pack is in the fridge for the next time you think pulling an all-nighter is the right idea.” That half of the sentence was at least said cooly, a glare being shot your way. “I had your car picked up so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Thank you M’am.” You blushed, feeling like a teenager being called out by their parents for drinking and partying on a school night.

“Eat one of those açai bowls, and I’ll have lunch sent over before you have to leave for your shift.” She instructed, “I’m going to be late for a meeting.”

With that, she was gone from your condo. You were honestly thankful, if she hadn’t had more work to attend to you were sure you would’ve gotten one hell of a lot longer punishment. After taking a small breather, you followed her instructions, making sure this time to track everything into your app so she would know that you were being good this time. As much as her punishment did bring you pleasure, you were dying to come, and could feel the sting from the riding crop on your ass as you started to get ready for work that evening.

By the time you got to work, you were more than happy to know that tonight was just a behind the bar night, you had no idea walking around with a toy inside you could be this sensational…or…uncomfortable?…depending on which way you looked at it. Your pussy was still incredibly swollen, fluttering around the vibe, Heather’s cum dripping around it, you knew your underwear would be completely ruined by the end of the shift.

Especially if she decided to turn it on.

You were still sipping on the Gatorade she had left you as you took over the bar, tidying up from the earlier shift and counting your till after it was swapped off to you. You made a couple of rounds of drinks, but things were pretty slow considering it was the time between shifts. The happy hour crowd having wrapped up and gone home, the party/night crowd still getting ready to go out for the night.

“Is that Gatorade yours? Or do we sell them?” A sluggish Becca asked as she perched against the corner of the bar.

“It’s mine, but we keep a stash for staff.”

“Oh thank god.” She grumbled, running her hands over her face and you let out a quiet laugh as you turned to the fridge to grab her one.

“You feelin’ rough today?”

“I chugged my Gatorade when I got here and I puked it up.”

“Oh baby…” you face softened as you slid it across the bar to her, “you’ve gotta sip it, not chug.”

“I’ll remember that next time.” She groaned, taking a hesitant sip, “you’re alive today?”

“Barely.” You huffed, “I really should’ve gone home earlier.”

“But it was such a fun night.”

“Yeah, it was.” You grinned at her, “but remember, try to keep those nights to ones where you don’t have to work the next day.” You shifted to grab a bar rag to clean up a spill you noticed and your breath hitched, the toy shifting inside of you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” You nearly whimpered, “just…a little sore.”

“That overprotective friend?” Becca grinned with a raised brow in your direction, “they have a problem with you staying out all night?”

“Certainly fucking did.” You laughed.

“Sounds like they aren’t exactly just a friend.” She winced slightly, the smirk on her face faltering at the idea of you being secretive and keeping this potential girlfriend quiet.

“It’s…complicated..” your brow furrowed. And lord, Heather had decided the worst fucking possible moment to start up the toy, a very low hum emitting from the vibe, your pussy clenching over it and your hands clenching around the bar, praying Becca didn’t notice..

“A hook up?” Becca glanced up, looking hopeful.

“I…kind of? It’s casual, that’s for sure I th”—

You were cut off suddenly by the printer going off, you gave a knowing nod to Becca, and as she turned around she realized her first table had been sat. It ended up being a rather busy night, you did your best to function as Heather kept the vibe on a low setting, occasionally it would jump up to a higher setting. The first time she did it, you let out a yelp, blaming it on slamming your finger between a bottle and the bar. You were only hopeful that your cheeks weren’t too flushed to give things away for the rest of the shift. It was only a matter of time before your phone buzzed,

‘Don’t you dare fucking cum.’

‘I won’t M’am.’

Despite your absolutely dripping pussy, your completely ruined underwear and desire to break the rules yet again, you knew better than that. Your punishment that afternoon had been more than enough to warrant you being the perfect little good girl that Heather desired. Right now? The last thing you wanted to do was piss her off.

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