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it was a gamble. a stupid little bet over a game of Blackjack— the loser would do whatever the winner wanted, without complaint. Typically, you were the type to complain. You’d pout and put up a fight if something wasn’t going your way, but perhaps that side was a little stifled when you were betting with your crush. If your pride had to be kicked a bit for the chance to be at the mercy of her, so be it— because fuck.

She was the dashing type, the type of butch that turned heads from the pure masculinity she radiated. A jawline carved by master hands, veins that flexed in her hands with every toss down of a card, god, those muscles. Her button-down shirt sleeves were rolled up to the wrist today, exposing those goddamn forearms that even thinking about them flexing made you throb. It’s normal for you to be wet inside your panties in her presence, but you felt fucking insatiable sitting on her bed of all things.

“Draw,” you said, tossing another card down on the bed, making a total of 17. Every movement in the moment felt overstimulating, freshly shaven legs brushing against your pantyhose feeling like electricity shooting through your veins. God, you’re pathetic— so turned on and she hasn’t even done a damn thing.

She didn’t say a thing, only raising her brows and drawing another card. 20. A cock of her head served as a non-verbal taunt. “Well?” she drawled, voice coated in her natural rasp.

You swallow. There was basically no way to escape it now— an unbeatable match, unless by some freak of nature you pulled a 4.

Oh, fuck it. Sometimes, you have to take risks.

“Draw,” you said, voice less confident as you threw the next card down.

Ah. You could feel your hopes die the second it hit the bed, the single symbol staring at you with triumph.

An ace— making your hand a total of 18.

You lost.

“Shit,” you pouted, slouching backwards. You were so hoping to win— the amount of things you wanted to ask her to do. Maybe hold you in her lap, wrapping her broad frame around yours; or maybe press a kiss to your gloss-coated lips.

“Ha,” she smirked, clearly triumphant. “Looks like someone has to do what I want today, hm? Or maybe I should save it for the future.”

You scoffed. “Hey! Future redemption wasn’t in our agreement…”

She shrugged. “My bad, princess. Now, what should I do with you…”

Ignoring the way your heart pounded at the utterance of princess from her lips, you fought your anxiety with bare fists mentally. It couldn’t be that bad. She was the petty type— the kind of butch to make you block 10 people at once, or take a humiliating photo of you as blackmail. (You ignored the way that the thought of being blackmailed made you throb and clench around the little jeweled plug you had slipped in your ass this morning.)

Maybe she’d be gentle. Maybe she’d just ask you to order her food, or make her a sandwich. Your hands scrunched up the fabric of your skirt together, trying to stabilize your anxious, shaking hands.

The butch made a click with her tongue, giving a short nod. “Alright, I know what I want.”

The silence between you felt thick, like you were drowning in quicksand in her mere presence.

“…Well?”

“Get on all fours.”

What the fuck.

“I…what?” You said, face burning red. There’s no way she just said that. There is absolutely no way that she—

“You heard me, didn’t you?” she said, tone dark and thick with arousal. “On all fours, now.”

Your body felt slow and heavy as you leaned forward, sticking your ass up as you got on your hands and knees. Your conscious mind was regretting wearing such a short skirt today and something so scandalous underneath (lingerie, and the fucking plug in your ass. seriously, what were you thinking?)

Maybe the length of the skirt only fueled your arousal. Maybe it’s the way that you could feel the bed creak behind you with the way you could feel her climb onto it behind you, situated right behind you.

“You can leave now, just so you know,” she said softly. “You can leave now and I’ll pretend this never happened.”

You swallowed the cotton in your throat, shaking your head. “Keep…keep going, please,” you murmured, burying your face in your arms. Too shy to look back, too shy to see the absolutely feral look in her eyes.

Hands roamed over your skirt, wracking full-body shivers through you at the sheer contact. God, when did you turn into such a whore? It’s body contact. Then, those big, calloused hands slipped under your skirt, skimming against your stockings and a whimper tore out of your throat.

“Wh…what are you doing?” you questioned softly, ignoring the way your cunt was absolutely fucking dripping at the contact. You could feel the way her hands skimmed over the lacy straps of your panties, finally flipping up the skirt to get a better look.

“What do you fucking think I’m doing?” she said, teasing. A hand lightly smacked against your ass, the slight sting of pain going straight to your pussy. A firm hardness pressed up against your crotch, grinding ever-so-slightly against your plug and making you gasp. Fuck. Is that her…?

Hands ran over your waist, wrapping around the smallness of your frame. Leaning over your body, her chest pressed to your back, she murmured “Say red and I’ll stop, okay?”

You nod violently. “Please,” you whimpered, voice unnaturally needy.

She made a noise of affirmation. “Do you care about these tights?”

That was a weird question. “Uh, not really?” You said. “I mean, like, I have more, but I like these—“

Suddenly, there are hands grasping at your crotch. The noise of tearing fabric shoots through your ears, and your cunt gets slapped with the feeling of cool air on hot flesh. Holy fuck, she just tore through my tights and underwear, what the fuck, that’s so hot—

“I’ll buy you new ones,” she snarled in your ears. “Buy you as much pretty lingerie as you want, princess.”

You unabashedly moan this time. Fuck, this is happening. This is every wet dream you’ve woken up soaking in the middle of the night from come to life.

Her hands possessively grasp at your hips and ass now. “Fuck, princess, is this all for me?” she growled, pulling at the flesh of your ass to get a better look at your little pink hole, wrapped around that heart-shaped plug you bought on a whim. You had pressed it in yourself this morning because you wanted to feel full after masturbating this morning, but got rushed out the door and didn’t have time to take it out.

“I— I didn’t mean to come here with it in,” you whined. “It was an accident…”

“Yeah? I call bullshit,” she said, skimming her thumb over the jewel and making you shudder. “I think you’re a pretty little slut who hates feeling empty.”

Fuck, you can feel how wet you are. You’re dripping— you wouldn’t be surprised if you had gotten it onto the bed by now.

“I…please,” you whimper.

“Call me Daddy,” she said, and you could hear the opening of a drawer and the unbuckling of her pants. Before you could take another breath, your hands were wrapped together in leather, forced together behind your back by her belt in makeshift handcuffs. “I promise, baby, next time I’ll fuck your pretty little cunt, take you nice and sweet…But clearly you wanted this with that damn little jewel in your ass.”

The pop of a cap is sharp and spikes through your senses, and the next thing you know, the plug is slowly pulled out of your ass with a little cold twinge from the lube. You gasp, feeling the way your rim stretches around it— damn you from the past for choosing the biggest out of the set of three.

She fiddles with that plug for a few minutes, listening to the way you whimper and whine as she presses it in and out. “Fuck, baby, it’s such a slutty little hole,” she teased, making you moan. “You gonna be a good princess for me? Let me take your cute ass?”

Your voice breaks as the plug is finally pulled out of your ass with a soft pop, making you whine. “Daddy, please, please, I’ll be a good princess, please…”

You can hear a zipper come undone and the rustling of fabric before slick noises of a fist around a cock fill your ears. “Do you play with your ass a lot, princess?”

You shamefully nod, shaking your ass back and forth a tiny bit from feeling so empty. “Yes, daddy…it feels really good…” sometimes, there was nothing like getting your ass stretched and your clit played wit h.

“Then I’m sure you’ll take my cock fine, huh?” She smirked, and you felt the heavy, slick weight of her cock on top of your ass, teasing your hole ever so slightly. Fuck, did she have that in her pants this whole time? She was hard packing? Fuck, this is just making you wetter and wetter.

She reached down to play with your clit as you feel the head of her cock slowly prod into your asshole, sliding in with a satisfying pop. You moan at the feeling of semi-release, so full already, head fuzzy from that blissful first inch. The little circles she drew around your clit were like strokes of pure fire, making your cunt burn with arousal and your ass clench more onto her thick cock forcing its way into you.

“That feel good, honey?” She purred into your ear, making you shudder with every intoxicating line and vein that slides inside you. “You like my fucking cock in your ass like that?”

“Yes, Daddy, pleeeeaase,” you practically drool into the sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head from the overwhelming stretch. It feels way too fucking good, making your clit throb and pulse with each slide inwards.

“Please what, princess?” she growled, wrapping her hand into your hair. “What do you want from Daddy? Say it properly.”

“…Daddy, please fuck my ass,” you murmured into the sheets. Fuck, your face was burning red and the humiliation of uttering those damn words out loud— it had your pussy feeling needy and empty.

“Good girl. Goood fucking girl,” she said, wrapping that hand a little tighter in your hair and sliding her cock out slowly. You savored every single second of the motion before she slammed back in, pulling on your hair as leverage.

And that’s where it started. Your head was shoved down in the sheets, surrounded by her intoxicating scent of cologne and cedar wood, your pussy dripping wet and so hot with every stroke around your labia and clit. She was merciless— it was her reward for winning, after all. She fucked you at a fast pace, harsh, relentless, without regard to how good you’d feel. The little strokes on your poor pussy were rewards from the absolute pounding you were going through on your ass.

“Fuck, Baby, been dreamin’ about this for so long,” she snarls, legs moving up a little more. Oh god, she’s basically mounting your ass, treating you like a hole to satiate her ravenous need. “Wanted to fuck your pretty lil’ holes since the moment I saw you, doll. Knew you’d look good stretched out on a proper cock, yeah?”

You were practically screaming your moans at that point, forced to lay face down, ass up with your hands helpless; forced to fucking take it like a proper slut. “Daddy, holy fuck, please,” you squealed, struggling and squirming. “Please, I wanna cum so bad…”

“Yeah? You wanna come from getting your ass fucked?” She taunted, pulling the hand in your hair tighter and forcing your back up next to her chest. You could feel the cold of her chain necklaces press against the nape of your neck as she fucked into you like a wild beast. “You can, honey.” She traces her hands back down to your clit, one hand still wrenched in your hair.

That new angle kept hitting your g-spot through your delicate walls, making every thrust send orgasmic pleasure through your body hard. You were so close, teetering on that ledge—

She gave a sharp spank to your cunt and everything snapped. Your vision goes white as your pussy clenches around nothing, fluid squirting out of you as your legs go weak and your hands struggle in their restraints. Fuck, you were coming from your crush’s cock in your ass and hand on your clit, moaning so loud that it sounded like shrieks. Everything was unintelligible for you as your world comes back into your vision, leaving you feeling heavy and satiated as you fall face first onto the bed and her cock slides out of your ass, leaving you gaping and used.

You can feel the handcuffs come undone as she removes the belt from your wrists, kissing the red marks from where you struggled. “Are you okay, baby? Does anything hurt?”

“Mm, nooo…” you mumble, curled up in the soft sheets below you that weren’t soaked with your own spend. “‘Was I good?”

“So good, princess, fuck,” she said, pressing kisses on your neck and flipping you onto your back. A gentle kiss is pressed to your lips. “You were so pretty and good for me, so beautiful, honey.”

You blush hard at the praise. “Don’t say that…”

“I mean it,” she said, turning your face to look in her eyes. “Tell me you’re beautiful.”

You blush and avert your eyes.

“Oh? Do it, or maybe I’ll plug up your cute little hole with my cum, tape your cunt shut and force you to go into public with me like that…”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” you giggled. “I…guess I’m beautiful.”

The butch smiles, her slightly pointed canines peeking out. “That’s my girl. My sweet, beautiful girl. Thank you.”

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