Let me hold you like a hostage pt. 6
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summary: Overcome with internal guilt, you begin secretly visiting Kat in the Backrooms to offer her some comfort during her imprisonment with ASYNC. When Mary finds out, she decides to teach you a lesson.
tags: 18+ content, jealous!mary, heavy emotional manipulation, knifeplay
notes: Double feature of jealous!mary if you read my other fic update, you're welcome <3
Chapter 6: Prove your devotion
After the night that Mary opened up to you about her past, you abandoned your claim on the sofa and began to slip into her bed each night, the action becoming an instinctual part of your nightly routine. You unearthed a kind of softness; a gentle, tender side of the brunette that she hadn’t revealed previously, pooling like honey in your lower chest.
However, a nagging urge continued to pester you in the back of your mind no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you were content right where you were, causing you to wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Wrapped tightly in Mary’s comforting arms, her slow breaths warm against the crook of your neck, you couldn’t wash away the image of Kat’s horrified expression out of your mind. Her red-rimmed, sunken eyebags and thinned pupils that darted wildly as if they were in fight or flight mode still bored into the backs of your own eyelids like indentations.
Even after the older woman had talked you down in the Backrooms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and climbing her hands tantalizingly up your thighs, you knew that what you had seen was without a doubt real. The only decision unanswered was if you would sink into the guilt that slowly ate you alive or go against the insistent wishes of the woman who cherished and cared for you most in the world. Unfortunately, that question had already been answered before you even deliberated upon it.
The first attempt was the most daunting. Slowly sliding out of Mary’s chokehold of an embrace, tiptoeing out to the kitchen to stand on the highest stool and reach for the key to the front door that she kept hidden in one of the highest cabinets. You hadn’t been able to take a full breath of air until you had softly clicked the door shut behind you, adrenaline buzzing beneath your skin and fingertips tingling with exhilaration.
From there, you backtracked your steps as accurately as possible until you came across the familiar set of glass containment chambers, finding the younger brunette exactly where you had left her. You began to visit Kat as discreetly as possible every couple of nights, having small conversations and bringing her tiny gifts from the outside world, or Mary’s childhood home, when you could.
Eventually, you watched the younger girl’s defensive walls recede, opening up to you when she realized you weren’t out to harm her. It consoled both of you to know that you weren’t alone in your captivity and that you could look out for each other and offer each other a sliver of friendship.
Gradually, it became easier. Slipping little lies into your conversations, keeping your expression impassive anytime Mary mentioned anything related to your whereabouts throughout the day or the Backrooms. Although you felt the slightest bit guilty for falling asleep in Mary’s arms each night and creeping out to meetup with your forbidden friend after hours, the longer the meetings began to occur the harder it was to detangle from your web of secrets. You convinced yourself that at least temporarily, keeping the brunette in the dark was for the best. She would surely understand when the time came.
You couldn’t have strayed farther from the truth.
One particular time around midnight, you sat with your legs criss-crossed a few inches away from the glass, Kat mirroring your position as she sat back on her heels and you two chatted about your memories from back home. You watched the gorgeous way the brunette’s cheeks dimpled as she smiled, pressing your hand against the glass to mimic the act of touching your hand against hers, even if it wasn’t physically possible. The other girl’s giggles faded as she raised her hand to meet yours, strangely personal even if your hands were separated by thick panels of glass.
Suddenly, a vibration from the carpet beneath you travelled upwards to shake your limbs. You turned in your seated position, flickering your eyes across the room to search for the source of the reverberation. Your breath hitched with shock as your gaze fell on Mary, standing intimidatingly still as a statue down the hallway across from you. Something in the way her spine was arched tall and slender like a crooked tree, her fingernails as sharp as talons, the way her expression flickered as if shifting through multiple different faces at once caused a pervasive uneasiness to sink deep into your bones.
You recalled the memory of the entity that had chased you down before she had intervened, standing in the exact same place with an almost identical stance. The similarities froze you in place, rendering you motionless even as the nerves in your body screamed at you to flee.
Mary crossed the distance between you in what felt like a disorienting blur, latching a firm grip onto your wrist and the back of your neck.
“We’re leaving right now,” she hissed harshly into your ear, her voice darkened with a gritty edge that left a horrifying chill curling down your spine.
She tugged roughly at the hair at the nape of your neck, hard enough to send pain prickling across your scalp. Stifling the small whine that threatened to escape your lips at how jarring her movements were, you followed after her obediently, letting her drag you down the hallway.
Mary whipped you down hall after hall of yellow wallpaper in a daze until she finally came across a narrow break between two walls, barely the width of two people. With startling force, she slammed your back against the dividing wall, sliding into the narrow crack alongside you so your chests were flush against one another. Only then did she loosen her painful grip on your hair, tipping your head up sharply with her hand to lock your stare upon hers.
“Darling, what on earth are you doing down here?” Mary snarled a breath away from your lips, her teeth gritted and her cheeks flushed a furious red.
The tension had altogether snapped between you, leaving a radioactive wasteland of energy sizzling between each point of physical contact. You could feel the rage emanating off of her in waves, her heart pounding hard against yours and stifling your already limited oxygen. It was hard to think, feeling suddenly lightheaded and unable to breathe properly in such a confined space.
“I can explain,” you pleaded, bottom lip trembling as fragments of words lay broken on your tongue.
It was impossible to look her in the eyes with her glare searing into yours like twin suns, the guilt of your secret nighttime activities acidic in the back of your throat like bile.
“You promised me you wouldn’t go after ASYNC ever again,” she breathed hoarsely, pressing her fingertips hard into your cheekbones when you tried to turn your head away so she could keep your expression angled head on.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper while your breaths intermingled. Even as remorse sunk deep in your chest, rendering you almost speechless, you were pretty sure it wasn’t appropriate to be this wet when she was reprimanding you. “I just couldn’t leave Kat all alone out here.”
Mary recoiled sharply as if she had been hit with an electric shock, her face taking on a ghostly pale sheen as she gazed at you with hollow eyes. All of a sudden, that flicker of doubt and betrayal across her irises eclipsed into deep charcoal, and you felt her muscles tense up as she seized your hips with a possessive grip.
She instantly growled against your throat, her canines dangerously close to the place where your pulse beat deafeningly loud. Without warning, she shoved a hand underneath your waistband, grazing the wetness dripping through your panties. You let out a small moan at the sensation of her sharp fingernails scraping against the edge of your cunt, already throbbing hard.
”you disobeyed my orders. Do you know what happens to sluts who disobey me? They get punished,” Mary rasped against your neck, sending dizzying heat spiraling down towards your core.
Viciously, she thrust two fingers into you, sinking in knuckle deep while her thumb instantly moved to circle your clit. It was tormentingly abrupt, your back arching unconsciously away from the wall as your hips chased the friction, riding her fingers eagerly.
At the same time, the brunette leaned forward to bite into the side of your neck, taking the delicate skin between her teeth and bruising it mercilessly. You whined loudly at the way she completely devoured you with her touch and her lips, her fingers and teeth ruthlessly proving to you just how absolutely she held control over you as she pushed your body to its limits.
The thought of her punishing you was more attractive to you than you’d like to admit, your arousal dripping further down her fingers as she continued to fuck you at a breakneck pace, her rhythm never faltering for a breath. Besides, any thoughts of Kat had immediately dissipated the moment that Mary had pressed you up against the crack between the walls, leaving you pliant and obedient to her every word.
As Mary crept her lips up the side of your neck, biting into the soft flesh against your jaw before sucking harshly against the exposed skin, her lips ghosted against your cheek and trailed up to meet the corner of your mouth.
You whimpered against her lips and felt a hum vibrate from within her sternum before she ravenously swallowed the sound and aggressively slipped her tongue between your parted lips. The other woman ravished your mouth like she had been hiding a starved appetite, tongue and teeth roughly fighting to instill dominance over your body like poison slipping down your throat, toxins rushing to enter your bloodstream.
You panted breathlessly as she continued to finger you relentlessly while her teeth dragged raggedly across the soft skin of your lips, craving every simultaneous sensation of pleasure and pain. The familiar taste of chamomile and caramel was warm against her tongue, yet something underlying flickered just at the edge of your perception. Before you realized it, a sickly sweet scent began gradually invading your senses, making it increasingly difficult to inhale.
“Mary,” you murmured against her mouth, eyelids drooping as your vision grew disoriented, almost as if the world had tilted to the side.
“Just let it happen,” she flashed you a dazzling smile that made your knees go weak, her fingers on your waist and against your aching cunt suddenly as viciously sharp as claws.
If you weren’t so unusually drowsy, you’d have taken more notice of the way the curve of her nose rippled in half and sewed itself back together, her eyes narrowing into pointed slits.
You hadn’t even realized you had gone under until you were fluttering your eyelids open, slowly taking in the faint ultraviolet light peeking out from the edge of the boarded up window, blinds pulled shut. Shifting your limbs, you found yourself back in Mary’s bedroom, stripped completely bare of your clothes with your hands uncomfortably tied in an intricate knot behind your back and two other pieces of rope constraining your ankles to the bedposts.
Eventually, after what felt like an incredibly long period of silence, shifting uneasily in the dark while the cold air stung the bites against your neck, Mary appeared at the doorway. She stalked slowly into the room, her stare calculating like a predator assessing its prey.
“Mary,” you breathed, roaming your eyes over the waves of gorgeous dark brown hair rolling down her shoulders, her straightened out blouse, and the hard set of her brow that you wanted to smooth over with your fingertips.
“Let me explain, I promise, it’s not what it looks like,” you told her reassuringly, convinced that she’d fold to rationality and allow you to easily clear up the misunderstanding that had occurred between you two.
Instead of offering you a verbal reply, Mary trailed over to the side of her bed to brush her pointer finger delicately against your lips, shushing you in a motion of silence. You hitched a breath as her fingertips retracted and grazed your collarbone, watching her return to the foot of the bed where she stood in place, an unreadably vacant expression upon her face.
Unexpectedly, the brunette unzipped the edge of her midi skirt, pulling the fabric down to reveal the expanse of her milky white, toned legs. You licked your lips to counter the sensation of your mouth instantly going dry, trying to not ogle too obviously as she stepped out of the clothing and discarded it, leaning back against the dresser behind her. The tension hung thick in the air between you two, and you were uneasily waiting for the moment that the cord would snap and you would be plummeting to your torment in the icy cold water below.
Slowly, deliberately, Mary slipped a hand down between her thighs, dipping underneath her panties and towards the dark curls below her navel. You watched a briefly cruel glint flash across her eyes as she took in your incapacitated state, completely helpless to soothe the arousal that was already growing damp between your own thighs.
Tilting her head back, she let out a soft moan, the sound so fucking attractive that you had to blink your eyes shut for a moment, feeling a steady throb arise from your core. The position you were in was already awkward, but the added sexual tension was stiflingly unbearable. Watching her touch herself was pure torture, drawing out her own stifled moans until she was panting hard, her cheeks flushed a rosy sheen and the dark veins stark against the ivory skin of her forearms as she worked her fingers.
It was everything that you wanted and everything you knew you couldn’t have, just as she had planned. You ripped your bottom lip to shreds with how hard you were biting down on it, feeling a trail of blood from the side of your mouth running down the hollow of your throat.
The subtle throb of your cunt had transformed into a maddeningly rabid pulse, and it took everything within you to not jerk wildly against your binds, so consumed with the animalistic desire to feel those fingers inside of you. When you tried to move even the slightest bit, the rope bit sharply into the bones of your wrists and brought you back to your sprawled out position, making any attempt at escaping the binds futile.
For the past few minutes, which felt like an agonizing eternity for you, Mary had locked her gaze directly upon yours, staring at you through half lidded eyes as she curled her hand between her thighs. The prolonged eye contact only made the heat pooling between your legs intensify, until you felt as if the wetness dripping out of your aching core would soak through the mattress.
Eventually, you recognized the uncontrollable jerk of the brunette’s hips and the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head well enough to know that she was close, watching her thighs clamp rigidly around her hand as she allowed the orgasm to wash over her. The unsatisfied desire still bottled up within you while you watched her receive her bliss left a bitter taste in the back of your throat that you swallowed hard against, unable to tear your eyes away from the tormenting sight.
After the shuddering of Mary’s ribcage ceased and her breathing resumed to a normal pace, she gradually pulled her hand out from underneath her waistband, bringing her fingertips to her lips and moaning at the taste of herself. You nearly vibrated with jealousy, resentful that she was perfectly content with sucking her arousal off of her own fingers while you watched, so painfully horny that you could cry.
But instead of sinking her fingers fully into her mouth, Mary lifted her eyes towards you again, trapping you suddenly in place with how intensely she was staring. Stalking towards you slyly, methodically, she crawled over your spread legs to straddle your hips, leaning over you as she hovered her fingers directly over your lips.
Your mouth unconsciously watered at the sight of her shiny fingers poised above you, coated so thickly in her arousal that you felt another gush of wetness rush out between your thighs. Letting your jaw go slack, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out expectantly.
You watched Mary hum under her breath as she took in the way you tilted your head back, eyes darkened with lust, body nearly shaking with want underneath her commanding touch.
“Such a needy little slut, waiting so impatiently for my fingers,” she tutted demeaningly, brushing her slick against the edge of your lips and watching you lick it up greedily. “So fucking horny that you’re ruining the sheets.”
She hesitated a moment longer just to see you squirm beneath her, hips desperate for friction even as your binds painfully tore into your skin and prevented you from moving. Ending the suspense, she pushed her fingers fully into your mouth, muffling the unashamed moan that you released at the wholeness.
Bottoming out knuckle deep as she fucked your throat ruthlessly, she ravenously watched the drool spill out the sides of your lips in your haste, the way you lapped hungrily at her fingers like you were starving, the vulnerable bob of your throat as you took her fingers deeper and deeper. You were so grateful to release the tension that wound up inside of you that you hastily choked on her fingers over and over again, whining when she partially retracted to allow you time to breathe.
“Easy, easy, you’ll make yourself pass out, sweetheart,” Mary cooed at you, rubbing her other hand surprisingly gently against the back of your neck. “We can’t have that happening, not before we’ve barely begun your punishment.”
You nearly gagged against her fingers at the reminder of your punishment, your nerves pulsing beneath your skin with exhilaration at the anticipation of more to come. Just as you began to suck along the ridges of her digits, warm tongue meeting the stark coldness of the gold ring on her middle finger, she withdrew her hand, bringing her bracketed thighs away from your hips.
Whining at the loss of her body warmth, you watched with half clouded eyes as she loosened the complicated knot holding your arms in place, your shoulderblades sagging with relief when she released your arms. After she untied your legs as well, you watched her shift to the left corner of the bed with mesmerizingly subtle movements, the slope of her calves catching your gaze.
Sitting back on her heels, Mary tilted her head with a dangerously soft hum and beckoned you forward with her finger. Your limbs moved of their own accord towards her, craving her touch like it was your lifeline. After crawling the short distance across the bed, she bent you over her thighs so your head was dangling off the side of the mattress, wrapping an arm securely around your waist to keep you in place.
“Now, darling,” Mary pressed her nails into the flesh of your hips, her voice laced with underlying resentment so sharp that it felt like a blade to the throat. “I need to know, how long has this been going on for?”
“3 weeks,” you admitted ruefully, hanging your head out of shame. “But I was just–”
Your breath hitched into a startled cry when pain bloomed across your backside, the smack of her hand echoing like a crack of thunder through the thick silence.
“An obedient little slut like you should be able to follow simple orders, hm?” the older woman hummed, nails pressing half moon indentations roughly into your skin. “Save your excuses for when you’re on your knees.”
You choked back a sob as you nodded insistently, already desperately wet at the humiliation of how demeaning her sultry words and slaps felt against your skin.
“And this girl… Kat,” Mary released a near guttural growl, breath oppressively hot against your ear. “You’ve gotten to know her well?”
“Yes,” you squeaked out, treading carefully since you felt as if you were walking directly into a trap.
“She’s quite pretty, isn’t she?”
“It’s not like that,” you blurted out, insistent to defend your friendship with the other girl.
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking,” she slapped your ass harshly, the pain stinging so shockingly that a high pitched whine escaped your throat.
You gulped hard, cheeks flushing bright red as you attempted not to squirm on her lap or speak the wrong thing aloud again, keenly aware of her palm poised above your backside for the next strike. Something cold to the touch dug slightly into the side of your stomach, but you paid it no attention as you solely focused on the older woman’s orders.
“Tell me that she doesn’t mean anything to you,” Mary rasped possessively against your neck, her words as implicative as they were vicious.
“She’s just a friend,” you choked out, brutally unprepared for the next slap that she brought down against your ass in the same exact painful spot. You’d told her what she wanted to hear, so why were you still being punished?
“That’s not good enough,” the brunette tugged roughly at your hair, pulling your head back slightly to watch your throat bob and your eyes flutter disorientedly. “I’ve given you my devotion, my affection, and all you’ve done to repay me is frisk around with the first girl in sight like a fucking whore.”
“She was captured by ASYNC for god’s sake! I couldn’t abandon her!” you retorted out of frustration, so absorbed in unbottling your pent up emotions that you scarcely noticed how dangerously high the volume of your voice rose.
“You think you’re some sort of savior?” a cruelly taunting smile curved the corners of Mary’s lips upwards, chuckling lowly under her breath like a foreboding omen. “Here you are, bent over my lap, thighs spread like a desperate slut, taking every hit without protest.”
“I’ll ask you only once, why did you decide to visit her?”
“I couldn’t let her suffer alone,” you whispered despite yourself, gasping when you felt her hand collide with your ass tormentingly.
This time, she didn’t stop with one slap, lashing upon the sensitive skin of your backside over and over again until you saw stars begin to spin in your vision. You cried out in pain, voice becoming hoarse with broken sobs as your ass burned agonizingly. At the same time, each violent hit felt like a dose of an addictive drug straight to your bloodstream, fulfilling the irrational desire burning up within you.
When it was finally over, all you could feel was wildfire across your scalp as she kept your head uncomfortably inclined with a fistful of your hair and her fingernails nearly breaking into the soft flesh of your waist.
“Let’s try that again,” Mary murmured deceptively sweet against the shell of your ear, sending tingles running down your spine. “Why did you decide to visit her?”
Your head was spinning, struggling to form coherent thoughts as all the blood began to rush to your brain.
“I– I made a mistake,” you hiccuped with tears prickling the corners of your eyes, noticing her satisfied smirk at the corner of your peripheral vision. “I’m sorry for disobeying your orders, I shouldn’t have left you.”
All you could feel was the blood pounding in your ears and the throb of your pussy beating in time with your pulse, making your entire body ache with repressed desire. The brunette hummed softly in approval, dragging little scratches over the inflamed skin of your backside that had you jerking painfully.
“That’s better,” Mary purred, the deep rasp of her voice sending tingles down to your lower abdomen. “Now, what about the girl?”
“She’s nothing,” you gasped out in a dazed state, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. “She means absolutely nothing to me. I–”
You gazed up at her with wide eyes from the tilted back position of your head, vision honing in directly on her as if she were the only star burning in the sky.
“I’m yours,” you murmured softly, watching the other woman’s eyes darken to the shade of a midnight sun, feeling her heart skip a beat through her pulse pressed against your skin.
Immediately, Mary raised you from your position against her thighs and briskly flipped you on your back, shifting you upwards towards the bedframe. As she moved to crawl over you, lithe like a snake, you finally noticed the lace garter wrapped around her upper thigh, a sleek knife tucked underneath the fabric.
The brunette pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and unsheathed the knife with the other, letting the shine of the metal glint against her canines as she slowly slid it away from her thigh.
“I’m so glad you’ve finally come to your senses,” she spoke saccharine sweetly, still trying to keep you in an illusive state of calmness as she crept the knife upwards. Still, I can’t ignore the fact that you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
You whimpered at her condescending tone, turned on by how easily she kept her inherent power dangling over you like the hypnotic swing of a pendulum.
“I’m afraid it’s not enough to hear it from your lips,” Mary tutted apologetically, the sadistic smirk across her lips far from offering any mercy. “Ungrateful whores like you need to be put in their place.”
She lightly grazed her fingertips over your matching scar that she had marked upon you so long ago, the outline still sensitively sending tingles down your spine. Pressing the tip of her blade against the edge of your neck, she tilted your chin up slightly to move the hollow of your throat out of her reach.
The bites and gashes across your neck pulsed hard against her touch, begging to be ruined at her fingertips. Without warning, she sliced a cut against the untouched skin at your collarbone, the icy cold metal stark against the hot blood that flowed out of your neck. You cried out once you realized what she was planning to do, thrashing desperately against her iron grip that kept your hands rooted in place above your head.
“Please! It burns,” you breathed hoarsely, jerking frantically against her bodyweight and the blade in her unfaltering hand.
“Fuck,” Mary cursed with agitation, glaring down at the jagged cut you had caused her to make with your careless movements.
She dropped the knife against the sheets and slapped your cheek hard with her hand, the dizzying pain so strong that you went limp against the bed. A hot trail of blood ran down the side of your cheek, and you gazed up through half lidded eyes to see a gold ring against Mary’s knuckle splattered crimson.
“I really don’t want to hurt you, darling,” Mary spoke so regretfully, eyes glazed with deep rooted concern in a way that had your own gut twisting shamefully for doubting her even after she had slapped you. “If you would just stay still, this would be easier.”
You watched her wipe away the ruby rivulet on the side of your cheek with the back of her hand, bringing it to her lips and releasing a muffled moan as she tasted your blood. All appalled thoughts of her violent behavior dissipated as you watched her lick the blood clean from her hand, revelling in the taste of your blood in a manner that eerily mirrored a vampire.
Eventually, she refocused her attention on you, grabbing the blade and humming lightly as she brought the blade up to your neck again. So fucked out and overrun by irrationally horny thoughts, you sunk pliantly in the bed, biting down on your lip to stifle your cries as she made another cut across your collarbone.
“After I’m finished, you’ll never forget who you’re loyal to again,” she murmured ruthlessly, eyes trailing down to your mouth as she watched you attempt to hide the pain you were feeling.
You whined softly at the reassured certainty in her voice, the possessive way she handled you and marked her blade against your skin sending a steady throb back into your aching core.
“You won’t be going back out there ever again,” Mary breathed against your neck, smelling so addictively of cinnamon and honeysuckle that you were lulled into a trance-like state, high off of her captivating presence.
“Never,” you repeated obediently, hearing the words you spoke aloud like a faint echo in the back of your mind at how far gone you were.
“Do you promise me?” the older woman made another cut diagonal to the previous one, chilly air stinging your vulnerable, exposed skin.
“I p-promise,” you hiccuped, flinching slightly as you felt the cold blade break into the edge of your shoulder.
The pain was searing, aching in every strategic cut she had made, but you scarcely felt it as you floated higher and higher into ecstasy. After an indecipherable amount of time that could have been hours or minutes, Mary leaned in to swipe her tongue over the indentations she had made, lapping up the blood that had bloomed crimson against your skin.
“You belong to me forever, baby,” she nipped softly at the lobe of your ear, biting just to the point that you felt the sensation but not enough to draw blood.
As she slowly pulled away, she gently tilted your chin to allow you to look down upon what she had created, conscious of your lightheaded stupor. Glancing downwards with dazed eyes, your gaze fell on a set of cleanly cut letters marking her own name into your collarbone. Choked up on a sob, despite the pain you never wanted it to fade, marking her claim upon you into your skin forevermore.
Subtly, Mary began to retract away from you, releasing her restrictive grip on your hands and moving to the edge of the bed where she sat back on her heels again. This time, her piercing stare sunk to the comforter below, resting on the dampened spot between your bare thighs.
“Clean up your mess,” she told you simply, a hint of scolding in her voice as if she were in a position of authority over you.
“W-what?” you mumbled dumbfoundedly, glancing down at the wet stain that still continued to grow below you.
“You heard me,” Mary repeated demeaningly, talking you down as if you were a child who couldn’t handle simple instructions.
Your throat tightened as you gulped hard, moving back from the damp spot with shaking legs.
“Ass facing me,” Mary spun her finger in a circle, directing you like you were her puppet.
Lowering your head, cheeks hot with embarrassment, you turned around and crawled backwards on your hands and knees, stopping once you were directly in front of the spot. Hearing her clear her throat expectantly, you bowed your head and brought your mouth down to the sheets, moaning aloud at the taste of your arousal on your lips. You lapped up the slickness until only the damp trace of your saliva remained, knees trembling and an insurmountable amount of desire curled in your lower chest.
Raising your head, planning to turn around and wait on Mary’s next order expectantly, you released a gasp as you felt something thick and plastic-like brush against your folds, sliding into you in one seamless motion. You hadn’t even noticed the brunette sneak into the harness behind you while you had licked up your arousal like a lapdog, but now that she was inside of you, it was all washing over you overwhelmingly.
“Your promises don’t cut it after the one that you so carelessly broke,” you felt the other woman’s chest press flush against your back, sinking her length all the way into your aching cunt. “But I have another way you can make it up to me.”
She snapped her hips forward, violently thrusting her strap in and out of you so ruthlessly yet so perfectly. Your whines turned into high pitched moans as you clawed at the sheets, pressed your head into the mattress, conceded to her movements as she nudged your thighs further apart.
Your heart was beating against your ribcage like a rabid animal, each violent slam into you sending a dose of pure poison straight into your bloodstream. Mary didn’t slow her rhythm in the slightest until your body was broken, your knees were shaking to the point of collapsing, your vision was being overcome with a blinding white light.
“Such a pretty little slut,” she panted as she sharply tugged your hair backwards, curving your spine and brutally making the angle hit deeper in an intoxicating way that had you unravelling.
You came on the feeling of a star exploding within you, thighs locking hard around the strap that Mary continued to thrust into your swollen cunt, uncaring of the aftershocks that seized your limbs with exhaustion.
Even as your arousal dripped across the strap and the brunette’s own thighs, she only quickened her pace until your breathing was picking up again and your senses were gradually coming back in tune with the painful unease that pulsed between your legs. Overstimulated to the point of collapsing, walls clenching hard, you shouted out Mary’s name again and again, pleading with her for mercy.
Tormentingly, Mary’s response was to raise her hand and circle your clit relentlessly with her fingers, making your hips jerk even more unashamedly. When the screams torn from your throat began to rattle the walls and shake the mattress below you, she shoved her slick fingers into your mouth and silenced you with the addictive taste of your arousal.
She didn’t slow until after your second orgasm had ripped through you, your ass still miraculously in the air as the rest of your body crumpled in a heap against the sheets. A blip in her rhythm interrupted her breakneck pace, and soon she was bottoming out, raking her nails harshly down your back as she reached her own high.
The throb of your swollen cunt pounded like a drum in your head, only easing and returning you to a state of half-consciousness once the brunette had slipped out of you and collapsed onto the bed beside you. Eventually, your heart rate began to lower, and the shakiness that had seized you bone deep began to withdraw, allowing your vision to focus. Mary hovered over you like a ghost, blurry and ethereal at the edges of her figure like she was the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid your eyes upon.
“On your knees,” Mary whispered, her breath ragged from half recovering from her own orgasm.
You rolled off of the comforter and sat obediently at the foot of the bed, watching the older woman part her legs and shift her hips forward. She traced her tip against the edge of your chin, watching your tongue dart out of your mouth to catch the slickness with a captivating smirk.
Finally, she moved the strap to your lips and let you lean forward to take the entire length in your mouth, brushing against the sweet spot in the back of your throat. This time, she watched you as you sucked around the plastic, moaning softly at the taste of salt and leather.
Idly running a hand through your hair, Mary gripped a strand at the nape of your neck and pressed your head further against her strap, sinking it deeper into your throat and making you take in its fullness.
“My baby, all mine,” was the last sweet nothing you heard her murmur before you sunk forward, eyelids fluttering shut and body giving into the darkness that sunk into your bones and willed you to fall into a restful trance.
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