did you know that you can straddle a girl's thigh to force her legs to stay open and hold a vibrator against her clit until it's puffy, extremely sensitive and throbbing in a way that reverberates through her entire body? more importantly: did you know that that's the perfect moment to pull the toy away and slap her cunt really hard while telling her how pretty she looks?
but, just to soothe her, you need to get between her legs and press your tongue against her clit. she's going to cry and whine and try to push you away but you can ignore her, she knows her safeword and is perfectly aware she could stop this whenever she wants but she... doesn't. anyway.
a/n: I reaaallllly hope I’ve described the positions in a way that’s understandable
Something that Ambessa always preached:
Pain is the best motivation.
This could mean something different depending on the context and who’s saying it. Lucky for you though, Ambessa didn’t let you confuse the context. In fact, she used it as a constant reminder to behave yourself. She was patient, yes. But you had a knack for testing that, a talent for getting under her skin.
She’s stated before, ‘if you want harsher treatment in bed you do not have to act out in order to get that, just tell me and I will fulfil your wishes.’ But that’s boring, it doesn’t count if you have to ask for it, it’s not… authentic.
Unfortunately, you were very bad at keeping up the attitude after she gives you your first warning. That’s the price you pay for marrying such an intimidating woman. The speed at which she gets you to drop whatever fake attitude you have is impressive, she prides herself on the fact that the last time something like this had happened was nearly a year ago. Proving to her that it had a lasting effect on you. Therefore, steering you away from making the same decisions that got you there previously.
Originally, it took her a while to keep you in a constant obedient mood. But now? Well that’s a completely different story. You two had been together for years, so by present day keeping on her good side came very easy. Ambessa rewarded obedience and ignored disobedience altogether. She didn’t spare you single glance when you decided to push her, eventually it got through to you. And, if necessary and if you continue, you give her no choice but to put you through treatment that would definitely leave a mark. Mentally and physically.
But what about when you start craving that mean side of her again? What if you don’t want to ask her to be rougher? What if you want her disappointment and wrath to be genuine? There’s no way to tell her that and truely get what you want. And you believe that, deep down, she wants you to test her. Actually, you’re convicted that she enjoys making you cry. And honestly, you enjoy crying for her. It’s a perfect match.
Well, you’ve made up your mind.
⸝⸝
“No- nonono, ‘bessa please!”
You take a sharp breath in as she basically throws you on the bed from your place over her shoulder—that she has tossed you over after you decided to humiliate her during a council meeting. Stating, in front of everyone, that you would ‘appreciate if this sped up, as I would like alone time with my wife in our chambers’. If your incessant nagging for her attention wasn’t enough to get you what you want, then that sure was.
The walk back to your room was slow, it felt like the hallways were growing longer as she trudged down them. At first you were excited, a giddy feeling building in your stomach as you pictured all the way she was going to fuck you senseless. That feeling only heightening as you hear her take her belt off, but the sound of the button and zip coming undone never came.
You thought nothing of it at first.
“What have I told you? If you wish to be handled in a harsh manner, speak up.” Her tone lacked the normal softness it came with whenever this topic was brought up.
Your heart dropped when you felt the cool leather of her belt on the back of your thighs, eye widening as you realise what you gotten your self into.
So now, here you are, looking up at her as she holds her belt in one hand.
“Turn around,” gesturing with her finger to spin around onto your stomach.
“Wait- wait, I’ll take anything else ‘bessa, please.”
Her sharp eyes linger on your face, you spot no change in her expression. She didn’t repeat herself. So you turn around, wishing you never did this in the first place.
You feel her hands on your hips, suddenly yanking you towards her so your legs are dangling off the tall bed. She gets on the bed as well, you turn to look when you feel a dip next to your head. She doesn’t let that happen, she grabs your hair and turns your head back around so you are facing away from her. She places her calf in the middle of your back, keeping you completely immobile.
You brace yourself as you hear the swing of the belt cutting through the room, you heard it before you felt it. Just like how putting your hand under running hot water elicits a slight delayed reaction, but when you do feel it, it’s unbearable. This was just like that; excruciating. Your mouth falls open with a scream, turning your head so it’s somewhat muffled by the bed.
The pain was blinding and yet you couldn’t stop arousal from pooling in your abdomen, the way she could so easily ruin you made you hot.
“O- one,” your voice was so small and quiet she barely heard it.
“There’s no need to count, don’t bother getting your hopes up.”
“Wh-”
“You wanted my attention? Now you have it. This is what you wanted, no?”
She doesn’t let you answer before she brings the belt down again, right over the same spot. Instinctively, you reach down to cover your ass with your hand. She grabs it and twists it, not in a painful way, just so she can quickly lift up her knee and put your hand under her leg as well. The sob that leaves you makes the corner of her mouth turn up slightly.
It doesn’t go on much longer, five more minutes at most. She stopped not long after you started choking on your own spit, leaving wet marks on the sheets. Neither of you could tell if it was tears, snot, or saliva. Your ass was covered in welts, throbbing painfully every second. You flinched when you felt her hand caressing the marks, scared she might continue with her hand which you dreaded more than the belt. Instead, she just glides her hand over them, as if she’s taking in a work of art.
Lifting up her knee, you could finally move around again. You turn onto your back, wincing as you put pressure on your ass, to see that she’d already picked out your favourite toy. It was a simple pink wand but it got the job done faster than any other vibrator ever had. Her hand was on you in seconds, trailing down your torso, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. She manoeuvred you so she was able to lay down in front of you on the bed, turning on the toy as she did.
“You’re not cumming.”
What.
What?
“Wh- huh? No, what? You don’t-”
“I know I don’t normally do that, but you keep doing this. So, I’ll change my methods.”
Her voice so low and mean, there wasn’t any hint of sarcasm in her tone. You plead with your eyes, giving her the sweetest look you can muster up. It doesn’t work. She gives you a bored look and glances down, taking more of an interest with the mess you’ve already made on the sheets.
“Wet from the belt? I thought you didn’t like it?” Raising her eyebrow as she stares up at you. Chuckling when you turn your head to the side, embarrassed to admit what you both already knew.
All of a sudden, you feel the vibrations of the toy on your inner thigh. She moves it slowly, teasing you, enjoying the way you clench around nothing whenever the vibe went over an erogenous zone. Wetting her thumb with her own saliva, she rubs slow circles on your clit. Painfully slow. She pulls the hood of your clit up and places the vibrator on the nub in one swift motion, pressing down the perfect amount.
It was heavenly, and as she circled your swollen clit with the toy it only felt better. Your lower stomach started to clench on its own, you could feel the pleasure in the tips of your toes. It was slowly making its way up your legs, creeping its way up body. Pleasure consumed you, completely forgetting what she had said previously.
And then, as fast as it came, it left once more. You were right on the edge, so the sudden halt of her movements made your legs jar. She discarded the toy on the bed, rubbing your thighs lovingly with her big hands. You sighed in disappointment, you’ve never enjoyed this.
“I told yo-”
“I know, I just forgot,” the attitude in your voice was not appreciated, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“Do not speak to me with such disdain, I warned you before and you chose not to listen. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you did.”
She looked at you, her expression dark, expecting. Expecting a response, surprised when she doesn’t get one.
“Apologise,” you wanted so badly to hold onto any pride you had, to defy her, but you couldn’t deny the way your stomach turned with desire at her authoritative tone. “Now.”
“Sorry.”
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry for the attitude.”
A small ‘mm’ of approval could be heard from her.
Vibrator back on your sensitive clit, she pushed it against you slightly harder this time, forcing a moan out of you. That euphoric feeling bubbled up inside you so much faster this time, and it didn’t help when Ambessa pushed two fingers into you. She wasn’t moving them, just keeping them warm. You reach down to hold her wrist, not tightly, just holding it. At first, she thought you were trying to keeping her in place. But when she took the toy away you didn’t fight back, you just let your orgasm fizzle out, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling.
That’s when she started moving her fingers, slowly in and out of your sodden pussy. Her eyes were locked on your pussy as she watched you cream around her fingers, painting the base of them with a white circle.
“Ohhhh, that feels good, doesn’t it? Hmm?”
You nod your head rapidly, mouth falling open as she uses her thumb to draw patterns on your clit.
“Please let-”
“Uhuhuh, no. You know that answer,”
“Please ‘bessa! It feels so- ohmygod, pleeeaase ‘bessa,” your begs were like music to her ears, she couldn’t get enough of them. But… she made you a promise, she was going to keep it.
“No,” she took away her thumb and removed her fingers, licking them clean.
She laughed softly at the groan of frustration you let out, sitting up and placing the pink wand on the bench next to the bed.
“Up you get,” outstretching her hand for you to grab onto.
“Please?”
“Up, sweetheart.”
You crawl over to her and she lifts you up into her arms, embracing you.
“Do not ever embarrass me in front of my council again. If you want something, be patient and ask,” you nod against the crook of her neck, “good girl.”
hope u guys enjoyed!! really sorry for the inactivity recently, i got a second job about a month ago so i’ve been so busy😔
want someone to tie me to a sybian and sit me in front of them while they watch tv etc. and dismiss my pleas for mercy and just continue to pat my head while throwing some condescending praise my way. something about how I’m such a slut that hours of overstimulation shouldn’t be that big of a hurdle, slapping me hard across the face if I start to get on her nerves too much. and once we’re done she slowly lifts me off and lets me curl into her neck and comfort me in my come down, running a bath, and holding me the whole time she washes my tired body.
laying in bed later that night she asks why I think she might’ve done all of that. was it a punishment? was it a reward? after some time of pondering, she answered for me.
“Because I wanted to. You didn’t do anything wrong, but it wasn’t a reward either. I did it because I felt like it.”
edging her until all she can say is "uh uh uh" and her hips start to move desperately as tears drip down her cheeks, poor baby, I bet she just wants to cum and make a mess
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