thinking about a teasing dom denying her girlfriend.
she catches her when she sees her get up and head towards the bathroom one afternoon. she swoops in her way and pins her against a wall to kiss her silly, smiling at how easily her girl gives in and allows her to change her plans. she’s even immediately kissing back, despite standing a little too stiff, with her legs closed a little too tightly. naturally, the dominant one then forces her legs open with her own thigh, pulling her hips forward to encourage her to grind on it.
“fuck, wait, I need to pee,” her girl whines against her lips. she’s already squeezing her thighs tightly around hers.
she chuckles. “I know, baby,” she whispers back. she doesn’t need to explain any more, the other one knows exactly what’s up
before she can complain or argue her case, she’s being kissed again. she melts into the sensation, feeling a hot tongue explore her mouth, wet lips against her own… soft hands dig just right into her hips and thighs, grabbing flesh one moment and caressing it the next. she doesn’t need to go that badly, really, she thinks. it was just bad enough that she couldn’t ignore it when she was sitting down and reading, but not so much that it can’t be pushed to the back of her mind now that something much more interesting is happening. she shivers, already getting turned on.
that is, until the soft hands encouraging the slow grind of her hips travel up under her shirt and press on her lower stomach just so. it’s a passing movement, just a brief moments of tantalizing strain, before the caress travels up the rest of her abdomen to her chest, but it’s enough to make her squeeze her thighs reflexively. she swears she can feel her girlfriend smile when she does so, it makes her head swim a little bit.
she moans softly as those hands she loves so cup her breasts, and shivers when the focus turns to her nipples. she didn’t wear a bra, doesn’t need to, so they’re easy enough to access. her girlfriend massages the little nubs to hardness with her thumbs, and then rolls and pinches them. the girl can only gasp and arch into it. the momentary discomfort of earlier all but forgotten.
she’d almost forgotten how this all started until one hand leaves her breasts to travel back down her body, and presses down, now very intently, on her bladder. she jumps, gasp, and cants forward to press her crotch down harder. the movement also makes her press forward into the pressure, which sends shivers up her spine. aroused as she is, this makes more than her bladder throb.
“what’s wrong baby?” her girlfriend teases, “need something?”
yes, she thinks, though she’s not sure if she’d rather follow that with a fucking piss or your mouth between my legs, so she says nothing. her little hip trusts speak for themselves anyways.
“hmmm, could it be…” continues her brat of a dom, “you don’t like it when I push here?” punctuating her words with a firm press of her palm into her bladder.
she couldn’t answer if she wanted to, the sudden assault making her need spike alarmingly high, and her knees weak. she feels herself getting wet, though she hasn’t leaked. she fully moans.
“ohhh, or you do like it?” come the next honeyed words, now closer to her ear.
she’d deny it if she could speak, but between a pinch of her nipple and another firm press on her bladder, she’s left her speechless. she shakes her head, but still cranes her neck to give her partner better access, and makes no move to get away.
all she can do is rut forward and grab onto her dom’s upper arms, a weak attempt to at least seem like she’s trying to resists, though they both know she isn’t. “good girl” comes the praise, poured right into her ear with hot breath. she feels dizzy.
the other girl nips at her earlobe, and takes her sweet time mouthing kisses down her neck, all the while feeling up and down her torso and abdomen, never missing a chance to press down on her full bladder whenever her hands end up there. the need she felt earlier is quickly turning to desperation. the arousal between her legs has gone from tingling to pulsing hot. she feels a wave of pleasure roll onto her every time she grinds on her girlfriend’s firm thigh, and a confusing, almost-painful-but-not-quite sensation that clouds her mind every time pressure is reapplied just above her waistband.
“I-fuck-I really need to go,” she manages to gasp, and she means it. she’s not yet at risk of having an accident, or of leaking, but she couldn’t stay still if she had to.
“oh, do you?” hums the other.
for a second, frustration at the smart-ass reply threatens to rise, but a good, deep, rolling grind quenches that feeling before it takes over. her pussy aches, her muscles are growing tired, and the unrelenting teasing is getting to her way faster than it has any right to.
“yes,” she hisses back, “yes I fucking need to.” the bite in her tone is somewhat tamped down by the unceasing grinding of her hips throughout, and the yelp that follows, when her partner decides to riposte by grabbing her waist firmly with two hands and extending her thumbs to dig deep into her bladder.
“I don’t think you need to go,” she says, her tone suddenly darker, less playful. a surprisingly tender kiss to the desperate girl’s collarbone follows. she opens her eyes to peer down, meeting her girlfriend’s dark brown just in time to see the sparkle in them when she say: “I think you can hold it.”
she’s not certain she can, actually, at all, but it wasn’t a question. she’s just gonna have to try.
she hangs on longer than she thought she would, honestly. she fights wave after wave after wave of desperation, while her partner sucks love bites on the thin skin of her neck down to her breasts, whispering filthy things she’s frankly too overwhelmed to understand. she manages short replies to embarrassing pressing questions, mostly denials that she’s enjoying this, likes being denied and pressed, that it gets her wet. she has no replie for the accusation that she could easily push her girlfriend away and end it if she really wanted to, so she just squeezes her eyes shut and pretends she didn’t hear that, even though the words go right to her pussy. poking at her ego has no business turning her on like it does.
she thinks she’s leaked for a second when that devilish mouth wraps around a nipple and sucks, but she quickly realizes it was just another gush of slick. she doesn’t even want to think about her soaked her panties must be already. if she was wearing leggings instead of jeans, there would probably be a wet spot on them. her girlfriend would tease her to hell about it… nope, not thinking of that. she’s wearing jeans, jeans that dig into her lower stomach now, and jeans that have an inseam now digging firmly between her pussy lips and her clit. it’s a blessing and a curse, providing both just that much more pressure to help her hold, and merciless stimulation.
she’s really nearing her limit, though. the incessant prods to her lower abdomen have tired out her holding muscles much quicker than they would naturally. her legs are shaking, thighs strained from squeezing quite uselessly, as she can’t even close her legs. her pussy aches for more. she must be delirious, because she’s starting to think she could maybe come from just this clothed grinding if it went on.
her girlfriend has widened her stance at some point, and started to her grind her crotch lightly on her hip too, in what seems to be an entirely unconscious decision. there’s something so hot about the cool and usually collected dominant woman giving in to her own desires in such a way…
out of now where, the other woman slips a hand between her legs, over her pants, and feels her up. the desperate one yelps, shocked.
the touch is gone almost as soon as it came.
“hot,” the other comments, “but alllll dry. still holding so well for me, huh?” she nuzzles her neck, “good girl.”
she’s definitely delirious, because the simple praise makes her already fuzzy head swim. she’s so fucking turned on, she’s now pretty sure she could come from this.
“keep holding,” is the next order whispered darkly into her ear. for a second she wonders why the reminder, it’s not like she had any intention to stop, but she soon understands it was a warning.
the other suddenly pushes down hard with the heel of her hand on her firm bladder. she gasps, expecting the pressure to be released within moments, but it isn’t. it keeps going, and going, and going. the poor girl shakes, her hips jerk trying to find a better angle to keep it all in, but the involuntary movement only drives the merciless hands deeper into her abdomen.
fuck fuck fuck, she thinks, she’s so close to losing it. so fucking close. she throws her head back, barely registering that it hits the wall with a thud. she pants, slack jawed, blurry vision aimed at the ceiling.
then, she feels it. the unmistakable burn of a small leak forcing through her locked muscles. it hits her underwear, adding to the mess there.
not a moment later, all the force exerted on her bladder is gone, replaced by gentle petting.
the tension doesn’t leave her body yet, she has to use all her force to clench down and hold the rest. one more moment of torturous pressure, and she wouldve lost more, she’s certain. when the wave of desperation finally ebbs away, she nearly collapses, only held up by the leg firmly placed between her.
“shit, fuck,” she sobs. incomplete relief washes over her, she still needs to go so bad, but she’s not at the edge anymore. pleasure hits her as a delayed reaction. she continues to curse under her breath while she grinds wildly, partly to hold back the incessant need that her exhausted, pulsing muscles can’t contain anymore, and partly to ride out the wave of pure arousal rolling through her now. she barely recognizes the sounds she’s making through it, but can’t bring herself to care.
kisses cover her neck, her cheeks, her lips, and, for once, the hands on her body really do just pet her in soothing motions.
“so good,” her girlfriend whispers, voice full of genuine admiration, “such a good girl for me, held it so well baby, you’re doing so good.”
“think I leaked,” she manages to gasp. she’s not sure why she’s being honest when she could just hide the embarrassing detail, but she feels the need to counter the praise with honesty.
“oh, did you?” comes the reply, and it shocks her how suddenly breathy it sounds. her shameless lover grinds herself, now very deliberately, on her hip, with a low, pleased hum. “just keep holding, yeah? I know you can.”
after that incident, the desperate girl doesn’t need to be pushed so intently again for desperation to rise again. just from gentle pushes and the natural way desperation comes in waves, it grows again, and she can’t do anything except pant short little breaths that match her increasingly quick grinding motions. without the pain of a harsh pressure directly on her aching bladder, she feels the pleasure fully roll in through it this time. she’s floating.
she’s so close to leaking again, but pleasure is building up alarmingly quickly between her legs. each grind is friction on her clit, each squeeze of her own thighs around her girlfriends’s make her pussy ache with need for more. she realizes almost distantly that she’s getting really close too. the thought of coming like this, just from clothed dry humping on her girlfriend’s thigh, broils the best kind of embarrassment in her loins, the sort that turns her on in ways she’d never admit to.
when the pleasure starts to rise into the territory of building up to orgasm, though, the thought hits her all at once that if she comes, there’s absolutely no way she can hold it through it or after.
suddenly very aware and panicking at the thought, she squirms away from the touches and the leg she’d been grinding on. bad idea, she’s never needed to pee more in her life, and the moment pressure is gone, her whole pussy throbs and a forceful leak hisses between her legs. she shoves her cunt back on the thigh and squeezes for all she’s worth, not daring to move because she’s so fucking close. more warmth pulses once, but somehow, she manages to control it, barely, by some miracle.
she freezes. no way her girlfriend won’t notice that one.
and indeed, she does. the woman also halts for a second, and everything hangs in standstill. she snaps out of it much faster, however, with a strangled moan, and she immediately closes her gap between them, ravishing the desperate one’s mouth before she can utter a word of protest. she forcefully grinds her thigh, her now wet thigh, between the other’s.
the sudden renewed stimulation makes her leak once more, briefly, and she tries to protest but she can’t, she can barely breathe as it stands. another leak escapes her, making her girlfriend moan absolutely filthy into her mouth, before this wave of desperation somewhat calms down.
at this point, there isn’t a second when she isn’t on the verge of pissing herself between waves of worse need, only brief moments of reprieve when it’s not quite as strong.
“I can’t,” she chokes out, “I really can’t.”
“fuck, I know baby,” her lover replies, her own voice strained in a way it rarely gets.
“you’re such a good girl, best girl, I love you so much,” she continues babbling, grinding herself firmly. the press of their bodies together strains her bladder. the thought of her dom not being able to hold herself back and getting off on her like this makes it entirely worth it.
she’s dizzy with need, she needs to piss so bad she’s seeing yellow, it’s rising again, she feels it, and she’s getting close again.
“can’t—” she reiterates, “please, I—I’m,” she doesn’t even know what she’s begging for.
“I got you, it’s okay,” is all the reassurance she needs to let her desire take over.
she hikes one leg up off the ground for better leverage, and, hanging on the other’s shoulders for dear life, nails digging into her skin, she ruts wildly. pleasure builds, and builds, and builds up. she’s pretty sure she keep leaking through it, but it could just be her pussy throbbing with need. or both. she needs more stimulation, desperately so, both to hold and to come, but she’s so fucking close she really thinks it can happen this way. she’s on the edge, right there, in pure bliss, and she hangs in this stasis for far longer than she thought was possible.
then, her devil of a girlfriend pushes on her bladder again, and it’s over.
immediately, a forceful spurt hisses inside her jeans. she yelps, gasps, tries to squirm away and press closer all at once, but it’s no use. her hips move on their own, through the leaks that pulse out of her with every rhythmic push. and then she’s coming.
her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. her entire body tenses, so hard in fact that it stops the stream for a few seconds. she gasps, shakes, and then all once it releases. she all but convulses, hips rutting wildly with no rhythm or pace, panting, grasping at her partner for leverage. the sounds pouring from her lips barely recognizable to her own ears, but she can’t stop them. through every pulse of pleasure, she squirts, unable to even think to keep holding it. there’s so much inside her, tho, and the spasms coursing through her body won’t let it come out all at once. she continues to feel the aching pressure on her bladder even as she gushes, feels it throb painfully in the best way with every orgasmic pulse that stops the stream. it keeps it going, and going, and going.
she’s somewhat distantly aware that her girlfriend is praising her through it, good girl’s, and that’s it, let it out, and the likes huffed directly into her ear. she mostly just feels the sensation of hot breath on the sensitive skin, and warmth in her whole body at the general validation.
when the sensations finally start to recede, after what feels like an eternity, she fumbles to find the words to plead “too much too much too much,” in a strained voice. the hand guiding her grinding (when did it grab the thigh she hiked up? she doesn’t remember) ceases pulling her so hard, and just goes to rest on her hip, following the jerky little trembling coursing through her body. the one hand, the one on her lower stomach stops pushing so hard as well, but it doesn’t quite cease either.
she realizes through a hazy mind that she’s still going, short spurts of piss gushing every few moments as her overstrained bladder is slowly kneaded. she shivers. every push and spurt causing aftershocks through her body. it’s overstimulating, with the way her girlfriend is still moving against her despite not pulling her to grind herself anymore… through her hazy mind, it takes her a few more moments to realize that while she may be finished, the other isn’t, but is getting there herself grinding on her.
“fuck, so close,” she groans, before sucking another lovebite under her ear.
the wave of arousal that causes her has her moaning and closing her eyes for a moment. this hot, composed, dommy and experienced woman getting herself off from her body alone. this girl who’s usually in control being unable to wait to touch herself or be touched properly, who’s not usually this sensitive… fuck, it’s hot. she does see the appeal of making someone else lose control.
“I-I’m still going,” she whispers, amazed. it’s still coming out in small warm spurts. normally, she can’t go so readily after an orgasm, and even now she can feel her body trying to shut it down, but between the absolute state of desperation she was in and the pressure still coaxing it out, her exhausted muscles have no choice but to give in.
her girlfriend curses, bites down on sensitive skin, and suddenly pulls her much closer, roughly forcing her to rub her sensitive parts with a surprised sound that melts into a moan. she holds her there, still, breathless, and when she shakes a little, the girl understands she’s coming too.
she rides the pleasure with her girlfriend, letting her bite down on her neck and hump her hip with little high pitched uh uh uh.
at some point after that, they fall kneeling on the floor. it’s wet and hard and uncomfortable, but the girl’s shaky legs definitely can’t hold her up, and her girlfriend is too boneless to support the both of them after all of this.
right now, she’s still floating on a little cloud, and kinda not looking forward to coming back down to earth because she’ll be mortified—she fucking pissed herself all over her girlfriend—and there will be cleanup, which is gross. she’s not sure which would be worse, making the other woman do it because it’s all her fault, or doing it herself because the other option is also super embarrassing.
her partner shifting brings her out of her thoughts. the other doesn’t doesn’t get up, only straightens a little, and then takes a breath like she’s preparing to say something. she hesitates, and then giggles.
“hey, so, mind if we move? I, uhm— I need to pee.”
