You’ve Got It The Wrong Way ‘Round
Dark Agatha Harkness x Reader
The Life of a Bunny Masterlist - First One Shot
Summary: rio finds a bunny.
Tags: 18+ minors dni, conditioned reader, pet play, voyeurism, Agatha and Rio’s complicated dynamic, collar, oral, praise kink, clit play, small amount of grinding
Words: 3,464
Authors note: Here we go! I still feel like some sentences are weird but I could tinker forever. I decided to post instead! Hope you enjoy <3
ao3 | masterlist
You’re feeling tired enough to mean it’s close to the lights dimming. No Mistress yet which is sad but you have your bunny to keep you company. You’d been beside the couch hopefully and start crawling back to your bed.
The door opens. You look up eagerly only to freeze. It’s not Mistress in the doorway. It’s another woman, with black hair and big eyes. You look behind her, desperately hoping this was planned, but your mistress isn’t there.
“Huh,” the woman tilts her head. She looks at you curiously before looking around the room. She isn’t freaking out or trying to ‘help’ you. Which is scarier than if she was. Her gaze returns to you and she takes a step forward. You scramble back like she had lunged. “So this is what’s kept Agatha so busy.”
Who? You press yourself tightly against the wall, heart hammering. She doesn’t stop until she’s directly in front of you. She crouches down with that same curious look.
“How long has she had you for?” she slowly reaches out a hand. You turn your head away but there’s nowhere to go. Her fingers grip your chin and turn you to face her. She’s beautiful. Which is something you need to stop thinking about dangerous women. She’s still wearing that same curious look and you aren’t sure what you’re meant to do with yourself. Mistress never prepared you for this. You wish she was here.
A brief thought flickers to the front. Unless this is the set up. Is mistress still doing that? Instead of accepting touch or falling asleep it’s not going with this stranger?
It could be. And the thought of the resulting reward for such a big rule is tantalising. But the woman is acting too strange. This is not the behaviour of someone stumbling upon you or a planned rescue. The woman runs a finger down your face, almost fascinated.
Your eyes dart around the room. The best you can try to do is break away from her but if she’s as strong as Mistress you have little hope. Movement in the doorway draws your eye and the fear lessens as Mistress appears. Her face is blank but you haven’t had the chance to do anything so you can’t be in trouble. She’ll tell you what to do and everything will be okay.
“Rio,” Mistress growls.
That dark edge is back and you cower against the wall.
“Yes, dearest?” Rio asks innocently. She still hasn’t looked away.
“What have I told you about snooping?”
“Don’t get caught?”
“Ha,” Mistress says with zero amusement. “Move away from it.”
The woman, Rio, stands up and holds her hands up innocently.
“I was just admiring what has stolen your attention for so long.”
“Is that all?” Mistress’ gaze darts down to you and you stare back with wide eyes. “Did she touch you, pet?” she asks.
Your eyes dart nervously to the woman who is still standing very close to you. But she hasn’t don’t anything that Mistress didn’t see. You nod and touch your chin and cheek in the same points Rio had. Mistress doesn’t look particularly happy but there’s no rage. There’s barely even any anger.
“Last time I checked admiring does not mean touching.”
“It’s so skittish. I could barely see it with its head against the wall.” Rio shrugs.
Agatha looks Rio up and down.
“Why don’t we continue this conversation upstairs, hm? You’ve interrupted its nap time.”
“Can we take it with us? I saw the huge pet bed. Or are you still training it?”
Mistress grits her teeth and her falls back on you. You stay curled up. You only get to go upstairs on very special occasions. Or when your mistress wants company. Mistress is so much stricter when you are that you prefer it down here. You can already feel her edge sharpening.
“Come,” she says and you rush to obey.
You give Rio a wide birth as you crawl to your mistress. It feels weird to do it in front of another person. It feels weird to be in front of another person after so long.
You kneel at Mistress’ feet and stand once she tugs your collar twice. Her fingers stay firmly wrapped around it as she leads you upstairs. You aren’t able to turn your head enough to watch the woman follow but you can feel her.
You keep your eyes on your Mistress despite the want to look at all the colours again. You never really get used to them. She leads you to her favourite armchair. She sits and points to the spot next to her feet. You kneel and rest your head against her thigh. A position you’ve done a thousand times yet it feels so different with the eyes of another on you.
“Have you taught it any tricks yet or are you still on behaviour?” Rio asks.
You keep your forehead on Mistress’ lap. This is your life now and you’ve come to enjoy it but it’s strange to have another be so casual about it too.
“A few,” Mistress says.
She lightly tugs on your hair. A command to look at her. You do. She points up. You stand. She points down. You sit. She pats her thigh and you lay your head down. She taps her lips and leans down. You brush your own against her, nervous. She doesn’t gesture for more. She twirls her finger. You don’t keep the miserable look off of your face as you roll over. She seems to enjoy it and you want her to know this is your least favourite trick.
You miserably rest your cheek on her thigh again when she gestures.
“It knows a few more of the ordinary commands,” Mistress says as her fingers return to your hair.
“Impressive,” Rio openly admires, “Although you’ve always had a way with swaying people. Anything else? Maybe of the less garden type variety.”
Mistress smirks and you bury your face. Rolling over was bad enough. You still look at her when she tugs your hair. She taps under your chin twice. Once to open your mouth and twice to stick your tongue out. You do. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. She scrapes a nail down it and you can’t hide your shiver. Her smile is pleased when she taps you under your chin and you close your mouth again. You don’t look at the other woman.
“It’s very well behaved,” Mistress says and you try not to preen too obviously. “Anything I’ve yet to teach a gesture for it’ll do with a word.”
“And how long did it take for you to do that?”
“Oh, it was quite pliant from the start. Weren’t you pet? So easily led,” she says. Embarrassment and pleasure burns through you. “I’ll show you.” She pulls the sleeve of your shirt.
That’s your command to take it off but surely she doesn’t mean it that way? Not with someone else here. She gives you the same calm, steady look she always gives you when waiting for you to obey.
You pull it off as quickly as you can, glad your back is mostly to the stranger. You aren’t wearing anything underneath. Mistress has never given you anything to. You can feel her eyes on you.
“You aren’t going to take off its pants?” Rio asks, sounding amused. Mistress clicks her tongue.
“Get your own.”
“I just might.”
You frown but Mistress distracts you by tapping her thigh again. You rest your head against it. Her hand lands in your hair and you try to relax.
“It is quite calm,” Rio says, considering. “Don’t tell me Wanda found it before I did. I’ll be terribly jealous.”
“Please,” Mistress says derisively, “If Wanda had seen my little pet project she’d have one of her own going already.”
Rio snorts and doesn’t make a further comment.
“She could use the company,” Mistress adds musingly.
“Don’t give her ideas,” Rio says. “I’m the one that has to clean up after the both of you.”
Mistress gives her a ‘who, me?’ look. You watch the exchange in fascination. Mistress has been much more expressive since joining you in bed but this is something else.
“So,” Rio says, her voice lower than before, “Do you feel like playing?”
“No,” Mistress snaps.
“You never did know how to share.”
“You’ll break it.”
“I know how to be gentle.”
“My kind of gentle is most people’s diamond.” There’s a silence. You can’t see Rio’s expression from this position but Mistress look contemplative. “However, if you can prove you know how to be gentle something might be able to be arranged.”
“Why don’t you send your pet to bed?” You can hear the smile in Rio’s voice but you don’t understand where it’s come from.
Mistress clicks her tongue. “Not now. It’ll take hours to settle it down again.”
“I was the first to find it.” Rio sounds strangely satisfied.
“Yes, yes, well done dear. You’re the best detective ever. Can you leave now?”
“Without even a dinner after I travelled all the way over here?”
Mistress gives her an impassive look.
“Your hosting skills are as abysmal as ever. What if I made dinner?”
“I don’t have anything you’ll like.”
“Doubtful.”
Mistress sighs loudly. “Fine. If you want to slave over a stove I won’t stop you.”
Rio smiles a slow smile.
“But make sure to make something for my pet. I won’t have you upsetting its tummy after ruining its routine.”
“I’ll make something special,” she leans down towards you and flicks your nose. “A dish just for you. Would you like that?”
Your eyes flicker to Mistress for guidance. She’s back to the impenetrable look. You nod hesitantly even though you’ve already eaten for the night. Being around someone new is scary and you don’t understand what’s going on between Mistress and this woman but it’s almost exciting to interact with someone new.
“Good,” Rio says with a sharp smile. She moves to the kitchen without further comment. You turn to Mistress for direction. She guides your head back to her thigh and combs your hair.
You’re too wired to accidentally drift to sleep despite it being past your usual bedtime. You don’t wonder about the brightness outside of the windows. You keep your head against Mistress’ leg but you listen for every sound in the kitchen. Mistress has picked up a thin book to read but she isn’t turning pages at her usual speed. She keeps sighing and they’re slowly getting louder and louder. You peer up at her curiously.
She catches the movement and turns her attention on you. She tilts her head then puts her book down. She pats her lap. You nervously glance at the kitchen doorway but climb up. She guides you to straddle her lap, facing her. Her hand wraps around your throat. She squeezes. You don’t break eye contact even as it gets harder to breathe. She only releases her grip after she pulls you in for a kiss.
You have to pull away sooner than you want for air. The chair is too small for you be able to reach her thigh but that doesn’t stop your hips from seeking pressure. Mistress kisses down your neck. She bites down and you whimper at the sharp sting. You make a needy sound when her teeth let you go. You catch the hint of smirk before she pulls you in for another kiss.
“Well, it’s good to know you can still keep yourself busy.”
You try to jerk back but Mistress’ hand in your hair keeps you still. You start kissing her back again but stay tense. Someone is watching you. It feels strange when it isn’t the eyes of your Mistress, through her cameras or otherwise.
When Mistress lets you go you stay close to her face. The squirmy feeling in your gut must be embarrassment. Your nose trails across her cheek as she turns to look at Rio. You can feel her smile brush your cheek.
Mistress pats your thigh. “Down.”
You climb from her lap and kneel beside her again. You rest your forehead against her thigh.
“Our food is still simmering but your bunny’s food is done.” Rio passes Mistress the bowl in her hand and you lift your head. It smells good. Mistress holds a strip near your mouth and you take it easily from her fingers. You’re no longer nervous to brush lips and tongue against her skin when she feeds you but the new eyes burning into you changes that. When the bowl is empty, Mistress’ finger pushes further and you obediently part your lips. The heat of the eyes on you travels to your stomach. Lower. Mistress strokes your tongue. You try to stay present but your eyes slowly droop.
Your bed is moved from the living room to be next to the dining table. Mistress points and you curl up on it. You watch the harsh way Mistress; cuts her food, The way her mouth curls around her fork. How she converses with Rio. Their body language. The hidden meanings under their words you don’t understand. It’s fascinating. It’s enough to keep the neediness at bay.
Mistress puts her fork and knife down. “Passable.”
Rio smiles like she’s won something. “Maybe I’ll cook for you after our fun tomorrow?”
“Don’t overstay your welcome.”
Rio inclines her head. It then turns to you. She stands and walks over to you. You watch her warily but Mistress is a step behind her. Rio leans down and grabs your ear. You stare at her in bewilderment. She tugs it lightly.
“Stop that,” Mistress slaps her hand away. “It isn’t feral. Its not going to bite.”
Rio drops her hand almost looking disappointed. “I would’ve left some fire in it.”
“There was no fire to start with.”
Rio blows a raspberry and does a thumbs down. “Boring, and you’re so rarely boring. What’s happened?”
“Trust me, the process was not boring,” a dark smile curls around her lips. “There’s nothing quite as satisfying as someone break beneath you.”
Rio’s eyes darken. She looks captivated by Agatha’s expression. “I would have liked to see that.”
“Too bad.”
Rio frowns and gives Mistress a long look. “You’re upset with me.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Gosh, you should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve kicked you out already.”
“Agatha,” Rio says. You blink at the unfamiliar word. Mistress cuts her a sharp look.
“How long did it take you to notice my pet?”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me,” Rio admits quietly.
“I thought we agreed I decide that. When did I tell you to stay away?”
“You didn’t.”
Mistress gives her a hard stare.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Rio says.
“You’ll certainly try.”
“Sweetheart,” Rio says, both annoyed and pained.
Mistress waves her off. “Fine. Fine. Do something special tomorrow and I’ll think about it.”
Rio gives a tense nod. Then she smiles. “Is there a limit on the toys I can bring?”
“You have something I don’t?”
“I certainly could. You did say to surprise you.”
Mistress rolls her eyes. “Be discreet. I don’t need the nosy neighbours to come snooping.”
“I always am.”
You watch in confusion as the bad mood dissolves, or maybe gets hidden. Mistress has her hand near her mouth, her fingers gently playing with her lips. She stares before snapping her fingers. You immediately drop into a present. Mistress doesn’t notice.
“Time to go,” she says.
Rio laughs. “Might want to tend to your pet first.”
Mistress’ eyes drop to you. They darken.
“Leave,” she tells Rio.
“Sure, sweetheart. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little prove yourself challenge. I’ll be back bright and early.”
“Make that midday if you know what’s good for you.”
“But of course.” Rio bows.
Mistress had allowed you to move your head when Rio got up and you watch in mild confusion at the elegant bow. It all feels a little unreal. But the feeling started the moment you saw the new face so you aren’t sure if any part is actually strange.
Mistress tugs your collar twice and you stand on wobbly legs. Rio gives you a long look up and down. You don’t really understand why. You’re caught on how brown her eyes are. A dark, earthy colour that you can’t pull your attention from.
Mistress hooks her fingers through the d-ring on front of your collar and starts walking back to your room.
“Show yourself out,” she calls over her shoulder. Her grip means you can’t look over your shoulder again but this time you don’t want to. Nothing can distract you from more time in bed with Mistress. You happily trot down the stairs and through the door.
“Bed.” Mistress snaps her fingers. You scramble to obey. You kneel with perfect posture facing her, practically vibrating with excitement.
You watch eagerly as she shoves her pants off. She shoves her underwear off with it and you squirm at the sight of her dark curls. She so rarely allows you to touch her. You truly must have been good with the unexpected visitor.
She shoves you down and climbs onto your face. She’s already soaked. Your tongue is out before she can say anything, eagerly lapping at her wetness. You haven’t been given permission to touch anywhere else and you long for the ability to wrap your hands around her thighs and anchor yourself to her. Mistress hasn’t indicated how she wants you to eat her out so you let your enthusiasm guide you. Taking long, eager licks before going right to the source and teasing her entrance.
She grabs your hands and puts them on her thighs. “Like you mean it, pet,” she growls.
Your fingers dig in and you lift your face to her heat. Mistress curls over you, her hands fisted in the sheets. She’s louder than she normally is and you respond eagerly. You push into her as deeply as you can before swirling your tongue around her entrance. You do it again then focus on making her feel good when her nails dig warningly into your skin. You focus on her cunt but you make sure to lave some attention on her clit every now and then as you work her up. It doesn’t take very long. It seems she was already worked up before you started.
You know by now what she sounds like when she’s getting close and you suckle her clit. She cries out as she comes all over you. It only adds to the mess already on your face. You lap gently at her clit to help her come down. Her tensed body slowly relaxes above you. When the last aftershocks have faded she rolls off of you and onto her back with a sigh.
She turns to look at you and the satisfied smile on her face has pleasure curling within you. She takes your chin in her hand to hold you still. Her tongue makes a warmth path up your cheek, collecting her own wetness.
“Such a good bunny,” she husks and licks over your swollen lips. She cleans you up one slow lick at a time. A delicious torture you don’t want to end.
Your mouth opens automatically the second time her tongue glides over your lips and she takes advantage. Her hand slips into your underwear and you moan as her fingers find your clit. Getting to taste her is such a rare treat that you’re coming on her fingers within moments. It’d be embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good. You shudder against her. Her lips brush your own as she breathes in the little noises that escape you.
She pulls you into her side. You make a funny pair. Her without her pants and you without a shirt. Your arm sneaks under the hem of her shirt as you wrap it around her to feel her skin on yours. She grabs you under one thigh and hicks it up over her hip so you’re well and truly cuddling her.
The movement puts pressure on your clit and the low simmering heat in your gut flares again. You press your hips insistently into her and her hands move to hold them still. You grumble and pout but don’t move again. Eating Mistress out is a bigger treat than you deserve. You snuggle further into her side and hum happily when her fingers find your hair. Nothing else matters when your Mistress holds you like this. The new woman isn’t even a thought in your mind. Like so many nights before, you fall asleep in your Mistress’ arms with a smile.
