Busy Woman
Governor Claire DeBella (Alpha) x Student Fem Reader (Omega)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Sugar Mama Claire DeBella is having a hard time away from her bonded mate.
SMUT WARNING (MDNI) 18+
Alpha/Omega/ Mommy kink/ Power kink/ Sugar Mama/ FaceTime Masturbation / Possesive kink / Jealousy Kink / G!P
(Glass Onion Fandom)
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You took a hit of your inhaler before sighing at the load of homework you had spread across your bed. The only thing illuminating the small apartment is the low, dim light of your computer screen. You sat with a partially empty chip bag to your right. Adorned in grey sweatpants and an old tie-dye sweatshirt. You’d been sitting at the stupid computer for hours trying to finish your finals.
Your cold toes are cramping in the cool air of your apartment.
You groaned and set the inhaler aside, scratching your scalp nervously. Aching for a cigarette. Just as you thought it, your phone lit up.
‘How are finals going?’
You groan again, and before you can type back you see her text again.
‘You better not be smoking.’
You roll your eyes now, before unlocking your phone to type back.
‘I have a night full of crazy fun times ahead of me. Hows work?’
You never had to wait long. Claire didn’t take long to respond like, ever. She was anal about your quick response as well. You didn’t mind her possessive, nit-picky behavior not even when it came down to midnight texts.
You fidgeted your bound band around your finger subconsciously. She’d given it to you pretty quickly into your courting. Her poor ex-husband hadn’t even seen it coming. The second she’d sniffed you, you’d belonged to her.
‘Frustrating. People are incompetent as usual. Which class?’
You pulled the throw blanket at the bottom of your bed around your shoulders and grabbed your phone, heading towards the fridge. Yanking open the fridge door only to see slim pickings. Lots of condiments, a few fancy beers, not so much food. Claire usually sent groceries, but you'd told her she didn’t need to. But she believed you needed supervision in taking care of yourself. You’d called Claire your Sugar Mama on more than one occasion for these tendencies. She seemed to only grin like the cat that ate the canary at this nickname.
Grabbing a water bottle, you kicked the fridge closed with your heel as you typed back.
All of them. Do you go to New York this week?
No, don’t change the subject sweet girl. Tell me.’
,American Foreign Policy.American National Government. American Political Thought. Contemporary Political Ideologies.
‘Well, that’s hot.’ Your screen lights up with her message, using that cheery dinging chime for her texts. You started to chew on your bottom lip. A bad habit she told you.
Lol, the fact that all of my classes are around politics turns you on?
You typed with one hand as you sipped at the water. It’s cold and refreshing as it slips past your lips.
‘You’ll just be such an adorable first lady when I’m president.’ You tilted your head back and laughed in the small apartment alone.
‘Now that, I can see.’
In truth, you really could see Claire as president. She was powerful and had mafia-level kind of connections. It is kinda scary to think of the power she holds. If it wasn’t so sexy.
‘You flirt. Do you need help with your papers?’
‘I think you being here would only make me horny and unable to do any homework.’
‘Are you sure about that? I can be very helpful.’
You are tempted to send back an eggplant emoji.
‘Oh, Yeah? ‘’
‘I can make you feel so good. ‘
‘I don’t see how that helps with my papers, lol.’
‘I could send a car around.’
That's how the two of you had been meeting up. She’d send a car around and you’d either meet her at her townhouse or the apartment near her work. Claire then would fuck you till you were a whimpering mess, she’d feed you dinner. And you’d fall asleep in her million-count Egyptian cotton bed. Only to have to make a mad dash to classes the next morning.
‘That will really help with my homework, huh?’
‘Who said anything about homework?’
You downed the water and threw it away.
‘Lol, you did just a few seconds ago Governor.’
‘Not my favorite thing that you call me, but I don’t mind it.’
‘Now if I called you what you want me to we’d both have blue balls.’
You suddenly had a very vivid memory of her dick sliding into your throat over and over as drool flowed down your bottom lip. Talk about blue balls.
‘Hmmm, now that's a gross term for what we have.’
You chuckled but sat back down and repositioned your laptop. Blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders you shivered in the chilly state of your apartment. You missed her body heat next to you in bed. Maybe you were getting sick?
‘I’m not gonna get jack shit done if you make me horny.’
‘I like to keep my baby in a constant state of wanting. I think that makes it easier for both of us.”
You laughed as you flipped on the TV to see Claire’s earlier press conference on national affairs on CNN. Closing your laptop you turned up the TV to hear her talking back to some lowly pentagon pencil pusher.
‘I don’t know if I’d say easier.’
‘Just don’t forget the rules.’
She sure as shit caught you just as your hand was reading to the strings on your sweatpants. You sighed. Well fuck.
“I won't.’ You text back and wish she didn’t know you so well.
‘Let me hear it. Say it.”
“I won’t touch Mommy’s property without permission.”
“Now that's a good girl.”
You could practically hear her purr the sentiment back at you.
There was no way you were finishing your homework tonight. You fluffed a pillow next to you and hugged it wishing you weren’t alone in bed. Closing your eyes as you listened to Claire on CNN lull you to sleep.
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Next morning was not as forgiving as the night had been. You walked onto campus with a backpack slung over your left shoulder. Your white high top converse made squeaky noises on the linoleum floor of the library. Your phone vibrated and you snuck your hand into your jean pocket to pull it out. A librarian gave you the evil eye but you opened it up to see Claire’s name lit up.
‘Are you being a good girl?’
‘You know I am.’ You text back only to get a reply quickly.
‘I need to see you this weekend.’
‘You know we can’t.’
Claire rarely followed her own rules. She’d said during this media storm she’d need to keep a bit of distance. It wasn’t that she was ashamed. She was an Alpha in the public opinion, with a much younger college girlfriend. It was a little taboo that she’d already mated and put a ring on you. She’d wanted to pump you full of pups. But she was waiting until she was re-elected before putting that stress on the relationship.
Though you weren’t rushing things, the idea of being a college student married to a governor was going to make things very complicated. You enjoyed not being seen on campus as it was now.
‘I don’t give a shit. I’ll send a car.’
You smile but shake your head. That’s all they needed, was to get caught by some cub reporter wanting to make a buck on some sleazy website.
‘Bad idea Claire. But I saw you on CNN again this morning. That’s some sexy pantsuit Governor.’
‘Are you teasing me?” You could practically see her sexy smirk.
“I would never, Madame Govener.’
‘Good girl , but don’t change the subject.’
‘You know that it would be super hard. Too many eyes.’
‘When this election is over I’m marrying you. Fuck everyone's eyes.’
‘I thought we were waiting for me to graduate college?’ You pulled out a book on a top shelf down and slid your phone between the pages so it at least looked like you were doing what you came to the library to do.
‘Nah, I want my eye candy on my arm. I’m tired of endless workdays and all I can come home to is a bottle of wine. I need my good girl home. Where she belongs.’
You can’t help but smile like an idiot. But the librarian clears her throat and points to the no phone sign to her left. You smile apologetically now and tuck the phone in your pocket. Putting the book back and slinking guiltily out of the library. The phone buzzed not a minute later.
‘Hello? You know I don’t make a habit out of making marriage proposals and then getting no text back.’
‘Sorry, I’m here. ‘
‘The tracker on your phone tells me you are at school, but you don’t have class today?”
“I love it when you stalk me. No class, but I’m looking for a book I can cite for my paper.’
‘What time will you be home?’
‘An hour tops, why?’
‘I am scheduling groceries.’
‘Ya know, I can pay for my own food right?’ You scoffed.
‘Mama’s got it covered.’
‘You are such a tease.’ You look around you to find an exit. Pushing it open and hoping it’s not an emergy exit that is going to blare loudly in the library.
‘You obviously have spent too much time away if that’s how you talk to me.’
‘Thank you for the groceries. Do you want to Facetime tonight?’
‘Will you be naked?’
‘If that’s what Mama wants.’
You turn down the hall to the cafeteria and go straight to the small coffee stand. Ordering a black coffee and slip an AirPod in. With the sole purpose of listening to the audio version of your textbook. But your phone lights up with an incoming call. You answer it and put two dollars in the tip jar.
‘Govenor slutty hotline. You call I fall to my knees.” You answer to hear a heady dark chuckle.
“Cute.”
The barista smiles at you with a big grin and hands you a coffee. She’s adorable and she’s got purple hair. And her bracelet says ‘my body, my choice.’ And then there’s a few vote rubber bracelets too.
“Thanks, nice bracelets, have a good day.” You say sweetly and grab a coffee sleeve.
“I thought you were at school?” Claire asks, and you swear she sounds little jealous. Which is ridiculous but you don’t call her out on it.
“I needed coffee.” You balance the phone against your shoulder as you slip the coffee cozy on and sip at the bitter drink.
“How much coffee have you had today?”
“My usual four cups. And two energy drinks?”
You hear her shuffling paperwork and stop when you answered her. Obviously that was not the answer she’d been hoping for.
“That’s too high for your age.”
“Until I’m pregnant with your pups, I get to drink as much coffee and energy drinks as I want.”
“You think so, huh?” It sounded dangerous out of Claire’s mouth now.
“No,no, no, don’t make this a rule. This is so not cool.” You whine.
“There are medical studies that back it. Too much coffee is not good.” She says it in her Mommy voice now. It’s smooth and caring like butter on toast.
“Ok, and how many cups of coffee do you drink a day?” You tried to tease lightly in hopes of not getting in trouble.
“I don’t believe we were talking about me.”
“Pot meet kettle.” You let out a puff of frustrated air. Which Claire heard of course.
“You obviously need to be taught a lesson with the amount of sass I’m getting today.” A memory of being spanked by Claire came into your mind. Past mistakes and sore bottoms were no fun.
“No sass. Just firm boundaries when it comes to the magical bean.” You took another big gulp of coffee and sighed happily.
“There’s a dirty joke in that sentence I won’t make.”
You chuckled and looked at the clock on your phone. Realizing Claire was talking to you at an odd hour. Not your usual times to talk.
“How's work?”
“Horrible. I need you.”
It was so sweet that she said this kind of stuff to you. You knew she’d never admit that to her ex.
“Where are you?” You turned to look at your surroundings, not wanting to say something incriminating.
“In my office, where else?”
“I don’t know, I was always hoping you’d call me in your office with your hand down your pants.” You mused and licked your lips at the idea. Claire made a satisfied noise in the back of her throat.
“Do not get me started, only to leave me like you did last night.”
“Hey, I fell asleep, and I didn’t even touch myself!” You’d had dirty dreams of her again, though. Waking up a mess, your underwear soaked through and your sheets. You weren’t even supposed to have a heat. It was like your hormones were going nuts and you didn’t know why.
“Like a good little girl.” Claire praised.
“Wonder if everyone in parliament is as kinky as you. Calling their partners good girls and flogging them?” You imagined a bunch of old men in cock cages.
“You’ll never find out.” Claire was chronically possessive. Even though she really didn’t need to be.
“I bet there's an underground kinky club with whips and chains.” You’d imagined her in leather with a bullwhip now.
“I think I am rethinking your career choice.” She said and you heard her breathing change. The alpha coming out in full force.
“Hey!” You scoffed.
“The only dungeon you’ll be seeing is the one in my townhouse.”
“You don’t have one, I checked extensively.” You’d expected her to have her very own red room. But no such luck.
“We’ll have to re-model after we’re married. Is that what you are telling me?” Claire sounded excited at the idea. And you blushed in the public place.
“I’d never make such lofty demands.”
You knew Claire was going to correct you, telling you that when you were married things would change. But before she had the chance she was interrupted by someone opening the door. You knew Claire hated it when people didn’t knock on her office door before entering.
“What? What is it?” Claire was obviously talking to someone who had just walked into her office. And she did not sound pleased one bit by the interruption.
“I’ll have to call you back,” Claire said through gritted teeth. You pitied the fool who interrupted her.
“Good luck.” You said before she hung up. Looking down at your phone, you switched back on the textbook and made your way back to the library. Quickly hiding your coffee as you slipped back in to find your book. You started to feel sweaty, but pushed it down.
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Eighteen bags of groceries later, you were sitting on the floor of your kitchen trying to figure out how you were going to fit all of it in. It was around five pm when Claire called again.
“This is too much food.” You grumbled instead of pleasantries. You were holding a huge case of strawberries. Which were your favorites, but still.
“I didn’t want you to go hungry,” Claire defended a little taken back by your lack of excitement at her call.
“I don’t eat this much.” It was true that you forgot to eat on the regular. If it wasn’t for your early morning runs, you wouldn't eat breakfast at all. But lately, you’ve been chronically running to help with your libido. Ever since your mating bite, it had been extremely hard not to masturbate. You were needy and horny all the time.
You longed to be filled by Claire. You missed her scent. You missed her everything.
‘I know, you are too thin.”
“My kitchen physically cannot hold this much food.” You look at the overwhelming produce on your kitchen counter. You weren’t going to comment on your weight with her.
“You don’t eat three meals a day, and we both know it.” There was an edge to her voice now. It sounded angry, but you knew it was laced with concern. You hated to admit Claire was right, you knew she worried about you.
“Let me try this again, good evening, darling wife. How was work in the big city?” You changed the subject knowing this would not end well if you two kept going. Claire was like a pitbull, she’d lock jaw onto something and never let go.
“I like the sound of this. It was horrendous. People can’t follow simple directions and that is why our entire system is failing.” You heard her sigh and you knew she was rolling her neck, where her tension sat.
“Well, that's a cheery tone. Can’t wait to get into politics.”
“Goodnight Larry.” Claire was obviously talking to the driver, and you heard her heels clicking on the cement stares up to her townhouse. Where the sound of the lock sliding and the door slamming shut. Her alarm system made soft beeps and she put in the code. Which you now knew was your birth month, her birth month, and then the date you met.
“Facetime me,” Claire demanded tiredly.
You flipped your phone on and stood so that only your naked shoulders were visible. Your breasts were on full display and you forgot as you walked naked in your apartment all the time.
“Oooh, I didn’t realize you were naked.” Claire’s face warmed at the sight.
“I’m not I just worked up a sweat putting away enough food to feed all of Africa. I’m wearing your boxers.” You said self-consciously looking down.
“Lemme see.” She cackled as she bound up her stairs to her bedroom.
“No way! You are fully clothed! It’s not fair!” You whined wanting to see her naked too. Your nipples hardened at her stare.
“Did you just say no?” Claire stopped walking to light glare at you, and you groaned in defeat.
“Oh come on, this is-” You stopped when she gave you a certain dominatrix look. One you’d seen before and sent a chill down your spine. You grumbled but set the phone down on your coffee table in the living room so she could see your light blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Claire had bought them for herself but you’d stolen them.
“Now that’s a yummy sight to come home to.” Claire kicked off her heels and pulled her hairpins out for her long, dark hair to unravel from its tight bun.
“Stoooop.”
“Is my little girl blushing?” Claire teased, and it did what she’d intended. Your chest flushed all the way to your ears.
“Claire!” You whined again in a submissive tone.
“You are just too cute.” She unzipped her dress and grabbed the phone, pulling it into the closet.
“Can I move now?”
“Nope, I like my view.” Claire put her dress in the dry cleaning pile. You’d been in her closet before to steal sweatpants and her old college sweatshirt. Which had mysteriously gone missing from her wardrobe. A staple to your sleep attire ever since. It had the faint smell of her perfume still lingering. You’d worn it religiously to bed when the two of you were apart.
You walked out of frame only to get a clear cough of disapproval. Before you brought the phone over to the kitchen and propped it so she could still see your naked torso. Goosebumps formed over your chest at her gaze. It still never got old. The idea of her wanting you.
You heated a pan on your small stove. Watching Claire drop her bra. Smiling at seeing her naked, you took a quick screenshot. Before she pulled on a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater.
“I saw that.” Claire teased you, but her face was not upset.
You tried not to giggle.
“Governor Debella, I haven’t the foggiest what you mean.” You put the camera over by the stove and pulled out some of the various veggies that were now in your fridge.
“What do you do with all these dirty screenshots?” Claire asked as she turned the closet light off and her bare feet bounced down the stairs to her kitchen. Where she picked out a wine that you were sure cost as much as your rent.
“Maybe I’m going to make a dirty scrapbook.” You pulled out a cutting board and started to chop a red pepper.
“Ah, youth.” She poked fun, only for you to point the knife at the camera in defense.
“Hey!” You had way too many photos on your phone of Facetime screenshots and videos and dick picks….yeah ok maybe it was a little bit of a dirty scrapbook.
“What’s for dinner?” She deflected.
“Stir fry with my garden of vegetables.” You said as you chopped skillfully. Claire knew you used to work in kitchens. You’d been a line cook for a while in one of DC’s Michelin-star restaurants. But that was a lifetime ago. Just to pay for college.
Your girlfriend took a minute to admire you slicing veggies with speed and precision. Every piece looked perfect as you moved the extra-sharp chef's knife you’d kept from your time on the line. After a few minutes of staring at your naked chest and your talented hands. Claire sipped her wine and picked up her laptop, turning it on as her work never finished. She stopped looking at the computer to look back at you quizzically.
“Do you like to garden?”
You took a moment to consider where the question was coming from.
“It’s kinda hard to garden in an apartment in DC. But one day it would be nice to have a little veggie garden or a greenhouse type of thing.” You said, remembering the kitchen greenhouse combo in Practical Magic. You’d loved Sandra Bullock in that movie, a huge crush for sure. But something about magic, herbs, and a big greenhouse attached to a kitchen seemed nice.
You knew Claire’s ex-husband Devon had gotten their country home. You wondered if that was something she’d been upset about now that Claire was ready to start a family with you. Or if the governor had been happy to leave Devon with the giant house full of bad memories.
You weren’t being jaded about Devon, you knew Claire had said there weren’t happy times. She’d found him un-intelligent and they’d had sex twice. Neither one of them came. Claire realized Davon thought she was going to take it in the ass for him, and she wasn’t ever. And he didn’t wanna touch her dick. They were never going to be compatible.
He got votes for her from Kentucky; that was his whole purpose. He was a dumb piece of shit that opened her door. But it made the Republican Party less threatened by her. Because she was obviously married to a nice man who wore the pants…how wrong they’d been.
Claire quickly told him that if he slept with someone else, her career would suffer. So he’d need to have whatever girl sign an iron-clad NDA, or she’d pay him monthly to stick to his hand.
I guess Devon didn’t like an alpha woman telling him what to do in any capacity. But he liked money. So for the duration of their marriage they’d slept in separate rooms, and while Claire had stayed celebate Devon had gotten addicted to internet porn. And evidently some pretty intresting chat rooms.
All that had changed when Claire saw you.
“Hmmm.” Claire said, bringing you out of your thoughts now.
“You keep flowers in your house.” You pointed out remembering her townhouse always had fresh cut flowers in large vases.
“I like plants. But the housekeeper waters everything. I don’t have the time.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder.
“That makes sense.” You wondered what she was picking at before her gaze went back to her email.
“Fuck, I should have called Lionel today.” She mumbles as you see her start typing rapidly. You know she’s been sucked into the void. You don’t mind as you start to saute veggies.
Unlike Devon, you didn’t mind that Claire was addicted to work. You always thought the love of your life needed something outside of you. Because you weren’t going to drop everything for them either. You were studying to work in politics. But you definitely hadn’t expected to be mated into the job.
Rubbing your tense shoulder, you mute the FaceTime. Moving over to your laptop, you set it on some tunes on Spotify as Claire gets lost in work. This goes on for about twenty minutes before she comes up for air. You are listening to Sabrina Carpenter's
‘Busy Woman’. It was on a playlist you’d made for Claire. You sing along as your alpha gets lost in work.
I'm so mature, collected and sensible
Except when I get hit with rejection
To turn me down, well, that's just unethical
I'll turn into someone you're scared to know
But if you need my love
My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place
And if you don't need (if you don't need) my love
I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway
Yeah, I'm a busy woman
I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night
But if you want my kisses
I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies
Claire watched you singing now and was trying to figure out which song you were happily performing in your kitchen. Claire eventually flags you down and you pause the song.
“Darling?” She says, and you turn the burner off.
“I’m here.” You say soothingly to her, it seems to do the trick, and Claire’s face doesn’t look so anxious. You knew this had been a bit of relationship ptsd.
“Sorry, work emails.” Claire sighs at how stupid her team is.
“You don’t have to apologize.” You tell her and you mean it.
You’d said this to her a million times. You knew Claire had a huge workload and a lot riding on her career. You found it sexy. You were happy to study or read next to her while she checked emails. It didn’t bother you.
You moved the phone and your bowl of food over to the sofa. Propping her up as you sat with your bamboo chopsticks with little doves on them. Eating a little sloppily as she went back into her emails. The two of you sat in silence before, eventually, you started to yawn.
“Sleepy, baby?”
“Nah, I’m awake.” You lied, and she grinned sweetly at you. Like she’d caught you with your hand in a cookie jar.
“Come on, sweetheart, off to bed,” Claire told you, and you missed her even more. You wanted to go to bed next to your mate.
“I gotta shower. I have class super early tomorrow.” You told your alpha instead. You still felt a little under the weather, and you really did like the idea of bed. But you needed a shower. You’d been sweating and slick between your legs all day.
“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind a view.” She smirks as she sips her wine.
“You didn’t have dinner.” You chastised her back for her lack of appetite.
“I’d rather be devouring you.” The alpha showed her perly white canines and you felt your clit throb.
“SToooop.” You blush and whine. She grins back in a seriously naughty fashion. You know there’s no arguing with her. So you leave the dishes and bring her into the bathroom. Claire goes into her bedroom at the same time. Putting the phone against a pillow. As you propped her up on the sink, you dropped Claire’s Calvin Klein boxers. The patch of pubic hair does little to shield your stiff clit. You could already see the outline of her cock hardening in her yoga pants. She pushed the band of her pants and her dick springs free. It was already leaking.
“Fuck Mommy.” You brought your one hand down to your stomach. Thinking about how her cum would make your tummy buldge.
Letting your fingers graze over your mound to show her your clit. It was hard and pink and ready for Claire’s mouth.
“Get in the shower, baby girl.” Claire started to stroke her cock gently. Bringing the bit of precum around her veiny shaft. Her mushroom head was a darker shade of pink than normal. Usually, the shade matched her perfect nipples. But you realized she’d been hard for a while, because the head of her cock looked like it had been rubbing against her clothes today.
You started the water, turning the nob over to the hottest setting. You moved over to rummage through a drawer.
“What are you up to? I didn’t say you could touch.” Claire smirked as she moved her palm over her impressive dick. It was a good eight and a bit inches, you’d asked her to measure, and she’d refused. So you had to guess, and when it was inside of you, you’d sworn it was at least ten inches. You’d never fucked an Alpha before Claire. Only betas, one omega girl as a one-night stand, and one guy in high school had been five inches, and you’d been uncomfortable with him inside of you.
But Claire was good, she always worked you up. And because you two were mates your body oozed slick so fast. You were always wet around her. It was embarrassing to you, but the governor was obsessed with the taste of your arousal. You’d tried to use pads to stop it from ruining your pants and her bedding. But your alpha had none of that. She’d forbid you from using anything to stop the pool between your legs.
Claire would lick it like she was eating a meal. Not caring how much you begged her to stop or fuck you. Claire would just grin and be enamored as more poured out of you. Her pheromones just caused your body to do it.
But in return, Claire had said she was always hard when she could smell you. It was a good thing you both hadn’t been in public together much.
You brought out your favorite item in the apartment, a large pink dildo, very phallic with its veins and mushroom head. A perfect match for Debellas cock. You’d gotten it for Valentine's day. It was a mold of Claire’s dick. She’d said she didn’t like you using dildo’s. The possesive Alpha had thrown your toys away. The idea of something else inside you made her alpha enraged. But you’d seen a casting kit online and bought it. It had been surprising that Claire allowed you to do it. But she liked the idea of you working your hole for her. But only when she allowed it, and always on video for Claire.
“Oh baby, you miss your alpha’s cock that much, huh?” Claire’s voice was thick with arousal and you knew she wasn’t gonna let you cum. You nod enthusiastically, and you spit on the tip of her dildo. It slowly drops from your bottom lip onto the pink toy.
“Oh, baby. Good girl. Take it all the way down your throat.” She loves your spit, any fluids really. The governor instructed you, and you were all too happy to listen.
Obeying Claire, relaxing your throat, and taking the toy deep inside. Feeling it stretch your throat, as saliva started to ease the burn.
“Oh fuck yes.” Claire sighed her hips pushed up as she twisted her hand around her cock and bared down. Biting her bottom lip as she watched. Claire was not being kind to her dick. You’d be so much nicer to her. But maybe that was why she was being so cruel, because if she’d touched herself kindly, it would hurt her heart.
You walked into the shower but kept the door open so Claire could watch. As you moved the dildo in and out of your throat. You twisted and sucked closing your eyes and wishing it was Claires. Remembering her smell, her taste, god, you missed your mate.
“No, no baby girl. Keep your eyes open.”
You hesitated for only a second, and in that time Claire's alpha voice growled out.
“I mean it.”
You almost came on the spot. Knees going weak, you grab the wall.
Opening your eyes to see her heavy breathing and flushed. Her hair was in a bit of a frenzy as she watched you with a devilish smirk. Her right hand was working faster than she meant for it to.
“Can I?” You say taking the toy out and bringing it down to your pubic hair slightly. The pubic hair got a little wet from your saliva. Blue eyes stared at your cute little hair.
“Is that how you ask?” Claire practically pants out as she doesn’t slow down.
“Mommy, please, it hurts so bad.” You drop your bottom lip and pout. She smiles at your game.
“Inside slowly.” Claire knows you tend to force her dick inside of you too quickly and you had torn and bled during her rut once. It had made her upset to no end. She’d wanted you to stop her, and you never could. It just felt so good, sometimes you forgot to stretch. But as stated, Claire didn’t ever again.
“But, I don’t want it slow.” You kept up your pout but moved the head of the dildo in between your folds. Feeling the pressure of it entering you so slowly. You accidentally humped the air and she laughs deep in her throat.
“It’s not about what you want, baby girl.” Her knot was building now, and you knew she didn’t even notice. But she was about to make a mess. Too much time away from you, too much cum in her balls. She needed release, and her knot was at attention. You wondered how she got it that big without you there. But then you saw a flash of black lace.
“Is that my thong?” You pant looking at her. Claire doesn’t look even a little phased as she brings it to her nose and sniffs. That’s how her knot had formed. The smell of you. You couldn’t believe it. Alphas couldn’t usually knot from masturbation alone. So the smell of you did it.
You licked your hand and brought it down to the dick to twist it as you would to the base of her shaft so you could tease her knot. She moaned and handled her cock a little too roughly. Making her pump faster than before.
“I need you inside.” You whimper as you sink deeper down onto the cock.
“Back up.”
You do so, and the hot water falls over your shoulders and rolls down your arms. It moves down your chest and stomach. Making the bit of saliva on your pubic hair dissolve with the water. You get goosebumps from the hot water. Tilting your head back so your hair can get wet. Now you are dripping water.
“Now that is screenshot worthy.” You hear from Claire just as she does so. You see the flash just as you bring the dildo all the way inside. Your clit is throbbing from the lack of touch.
“Mommy…”
“No, baby, you know the rules.” You weren’t going to get to cum. It was becoming very clear that you were shooting porn for your alpha. So you figured you’d at least give a great show.
You picked up the pace of the dildo and threw your head back as the sound of your wet hole flooded the bathroom. The loud slaps of your thrusting. You heard her before you could say anything. Claire came with ropes of white semen. She cursed as she got it on her scrunched-up yoga pants and bedding.
“Damn it.” She groaned. You didn’t stop, and she cleared her throat.
“Please, I’m so close.”
“Take it out, now Omega.”
You let out a sob of objection. But do so, taking the toy out and licking the side of it. Tasting yourself as you saw Claire's dick start to semi-harden again.
“Are you trying to get into trouble tonight?”
You know how much Claire loved watching you lick your own cum off her cock after you had sex.
“I was innocently cleaning.” You put the toy under the showerhead to clean your cum off of it.
“You are going to make me hard again. Put the toy down and shower.”
“You're no fun.”
To be Continued....
