Hi muffin!! If tis ok may i request something? May i request a female reader and bela please with worship and leash please? Reader being leashed n made to worship bela n feed into her god complex only if tis ok!! Been having SO many thoughts bout worship 😮💨
Have a great day!!!!
-deluded anon
Hey there, hon ;)! Absolutely! We all need some good God Complex Bela at times🥳
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Bela stands above you, her bright, golden eyes half-lidded with something between amusement and hunger as she tugs gently on the leash, guiding you closer to her. You whimper for her, but shift easily, your head tilted back to look up at the beautiful woman in front of you. The weight of her mere presence makes your knees feel weak and has your chest feel light, but it’s her sharp, commanding gaze on you and her voice- smooth, gentle, dripping with that quiet arrogance- that really gets to you and has you whimper for her again.
You moan softly as she presses her lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut and lips parting for her. She easily pushes her tongue inside- warm, gentle, but easily dominating your own, and when she pulls away again you can't help but whine for more of her touch.
"Look at you...", she hums, grasping your chin between two strong, nimble fingers and tilting your face up to meet her gaze. You immediately shrink into yourself, your thighs pushing together, your eyes wide as you look up at her. She never fails to make you feel so small, but only in the best of ways, and a blush rises as your eyes fall back down to her lips.
She presses down on your shoulder and while the touch isn't rough or too strong, you immediately drop to your knees for her, looking up at her with utter love and devotion.
She chuckles lowly at you, sending you a seductive smirk that has your cheeks heat up even more and has heat pool in your stomach. She squeezes your chin, dragging you closer still.
"On your knees, where you belong. You do understand, don’t you, little one?", she coos, her words honeyed and soft, but holding enough power that you feel it.
"Yes, mommy...", you whisper obediently, trying to lean into her as best as you can.
You feel her fingertip move up to trace your lip, the touch soft, but firm, reverent, but possessive. She drinks in your obedience hungrily, need and lust rising within her even as she looks perfectly composed, as always.
Just as one would expect from the Bela Dimitrescu, after all.
You shiver, and she smirks, clearly enjoying this and seeing you like this.
she knows, after all- only she can make you feel like this and only she can make it look so effortless.
She leans down slowly, her lips by your ear, soft and warm, her breath an almost ticklish sensation against first your cheek, then your ear. You inhale sharply, whimpering and moaning softly at the by now familiar scent of her- the scent of expensive wine and perfume, dark, floral, rich, the scent matching her strength and authority perfectly and capturing it easily. "You adore me, don't you, little one?", she purrs, chuckling as she adds;
"Tell me, pet...do you even remember what you were, what your life was like, before I made you mine?"
You shake your head, whimpering, squirming in place, your expression dazed and pliant, but your eyes wide and betraying how needy you truly are. But you stay in place, your golden leash held tight in her hand, sure to be yanked and bring you to the ground if you were to move without permission.
Of course you don't remember your life before her, not when she is all you can think about. You belong to her now, your mind, body, and soul, all hers. And in return, she takes such good care of you.
You let out a soft sigh when she rises again and her fingers tangle in your hair, strong, firm, but not forceful. You're pulled flush to her thigh, your breath hitching as your face presses into the soft, bare flesh and you're guided against her with a slow, measured drag of the leash. She's gentle with you, but firm, humming when you instinctively press yourself against her, your hands trembling, your cheek hot against her bare thigh, your eyes finding hers again as you look up.
Like this, on your knees, flush against her thigh and looking up at her with such devotion, it's a perfect image of worship. She smiles down at you.
"Good girl"
You whimper, your thighs twitching, but you don't close them, not without permission. You feel her caress you, her fingers tugging your hair and tilting your head back a little, your body flush against her leg still. Being entirely naked, and with her wearing only her heels and deep red lingerie, you almost crave the skin-to-skin contact she grants you.
"You know where you belong, little one", she purrs, her golden eyes drinking you in hungrily. They linger at your throat for a moment, marked up and bruised with kisses and bites, hidden partly by the elegant collar sitting snuggly around you. Dropping the leash, you squeal in surprise when she instead steps on it, tugging you down a little more, flush against a lower part of her thigh, the collar tight and leash and fingers in your hair forcing you to stay in position.
You shiver, feeling her other hand trail across your hot cheek already, and for but a moment you allow a little whine to slip out, a little plea, a sigh as you try to lean into her touch as much as your position allows it.
“The lack of self control you have…”, she coos, dragging her palm against you. “It’s alright, little doll, Mommy’s here”, she whispers.
You whine softly, your hips raising, your fingertips twitching with the want to be free of the rope and touch her.
"Perfect", she purrs, her fingers sliding from your cheek and to your mouth, her strong, nible thumb first dragging over your lower lip, parting it slightly before pressing down just enough to make you gasp and moan. "So eager...", she coos, smirking when you keep your mouth open, not only inviting her inside, but offering yourself up for her.
As any good little girl should for their God.
She hums in satisfaction, watching as your tongue twitches slightly and your eyes struggle to stay open, your hips rolling forth and back subtly.
"Mmmm...", she coos, leaning down enough to press a kiss to your burning hot cheek, before you feel her lips curl there and she adds; "...what a needy little girl. Do you believe you have earned my favor already, little one?"
You can only whimper, sigh, moan out a little "please, Mommy" for her. It only has her chuckle lowly, her black lipstick leaving a slight mark by your cheek before she rises again, this time cupping your jaw easily.
"Show me your devotion then, good girl", she commands, her words spoken gently, but you know they are a firm command nonetheless, wrapped in honeyed words and a subtle smirk beneath her smile. Your face flushing with humiliation, you begin to push yourself against her, your hips rolling, your wet pussy dragging against her leg, your clit throbbing already.
Oh, how she adores the cute, submissive, ruined expression on your pretty little face.
She makes you look up at her, smirks down and praises you for your efforts and cute sounds as you begin to hump her properly.
"Mommy....", you sigh and moan, your eyes fluttering shut, your collar a comforting weight around you and her fingers in your hair enough to ensure you keep your head tipped back, obediently looking up at her even when keeping your eyes open becomes nearly impossible. She doesn't mind, she finds you utterly adorable like this, trembling and soaked, rubbing your needy pussy over her, hoping she might just grant you some touch. She usually does, but she enjoys this.
"Good girl", she whispers possessively, almost to herself, reveling in the way you shiver and moan and your hips buck up a little harsher at her praise. You press yourself close to her, your hands tied behind your back in red rope, your body and mind easily submitting to her.
Why?
Because she's Bela, of course.
Divine.
Your everything.
"Mommy...please...", you breathe out, whimpering and moaning softly, your hips trembling with every drag of them against her leg. Your clit is pulsing and aching already, your wetness smeared all across your pussy and her leg and heel, easily proving just how soaked you get for her each and every time.
She merely coos at you, twisting her fingers in her hair enough to make you open your eyes again, teary and wide and full of need that has her heart ache beautifully for you.
What an adorable little thing you make, indeed.
"I'm here, iubita mea", she coos, gentle, loving as she guides you to drag your hips a little more, reveling in the way it makes you pant and moan softly, your entire body heating up for her. "Every breath, every little, precious whimper is mine, isn't it, little one?", she whispers next, "You belong to Mommy, little one, don't you?", she breathes out, cooing when you nod without hesitation, a soft, whimpered little yes, mommy slipping past your parted lips as you moan.
She tilts your chin up with but a single finger, her bright golden eyes flickering with satisfaction as she smirks down at you. “You’re such a good girl for Mommy”, she praises, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel, her words easily making your pussy throb and dragging a cute, breathy moan from you. “So devoted”, she whispers. “So eager to please me”
Her thumb drags over your bottom lip, watching as you easily tremble for her, your body burning up, your eyes set on her as if you couldn’t bear looking away for even a moment.
“Open”, she orders softly, and you obey without hesitation, parting your lips just for her, as you always do, perfectly trained.
Her perfect girl.
She chuckles, her voice rich with amusement.
“So obedient, little one”, she purrs, sliding her fingers into your mouth, her touch light when she presses them against your tongue next. You don’t move, not without permission, instead keep your mouth open and tongue still as you manage, your eyes desperate and set on her.
“That’s my good girl. You may begin, little one”, she coos, and in an instant you close your lips around her fingers, tasting the faint taste that clings to them. You suck lightly, eagerly, your tongue gliding against the gentle skin and clit aching with want. Often, these very same fingers are the reason you squirm and cry, gasp and moan, your poor body utterly ruined by your goddess-like partner.
She hums in approval, stroking her fingers along your tongue as though to test and tease, but you obey her perfectly.
“Look at you…”, she muses, almost to herself, her eyes fierce, but loving and her gaze intense. Your hips buck up aggressively, your body yearning for her.
“So eager to show your Mommy how good of a girl you can be. Tell me, little one… do you even realize how perfect you are like this?”, she praises, pulling her fingers from your mouth with a soft pop again. She drags them down your chin, tracing the slickness along your jawline with deliberate slowness before chuckling at you, a playful smirk tugging at her hips. The sight alone makes your nipples harden and has you roll your hips again, desperate to chase the pleasure only she can offer.
“Messy girl…”, she coos with a teasing smirk, but she already trails her finger across you again, swiping the wetness from you.
You rock your hips quickly, chasing an orgasm you know she will need to allow you to have. You love it.
And she knows, too, her smile slow and knowing, filled with dark and loving satisfaction as she coos again; "Oh...good girl"
The praise washes over you like molten honey, warm and intoxicating. She knows what it does to you, knows the way your body trembles under her voice alone. And god, does she enjoy it.
It's often like this, with her making you ruin yourself for her, moaning at every little touch of hers as though she really is a goddess and you are nothing but utterly devoted to her, humping her thigh and kissing her fingers when she trails them to your dry lips, whimpering and moaning softly for her, whining whenever she tilts your head back again and the collar tightens a little, the leash straining against it.
Letting go of you next, she hums lowly beneath her breath when you begin your worship even without her having to prompt you to, your lips gentle, but eager against her skin, pressing devoted kisses to her wherever you can reach. You press one soft, reverent kiss after the other against her thigh, each one almost a prayer, an offering, a plea all at once for the goddess that is your girlfriend.
She watches you with the same slow, indulgent smirk as you tremble and shake for her, her fingers once again gripping the leash and using it to pull you completely against her. She feels your wetness drool from you and down her leg, feels your pussy drool and quiver and heat up as you hump her, and smirks as she hears your precious little heart beat faster and faster for her.
“Devoted little thing…”, she praises, shifting to press her thigh more firmly against you and draw more gasps from you.
Slim, but strong fingers trail down to your cheek, guiding you, coaxing you to press closer, to surrender completely, and you whine as you’re pulled up a little, until you can smell her arousal and feel the softness of the red lingerie against you.
You look up at her, your eyes wide, pleading, your hands trembling against your back, yearning to touch.
Instead, she grants you a taste.
Your hips buck up when she easily pulls her panties to the side, the leash tugged back and forcing you forward, your lips clashing against soft, wet flesh.
“Mommy….”, you moan, your stomach tight and body on fire as your tongue darts out to lick across her wet folds first. Much like you, she’s soaked, though while you make for a needy, submissive picture, humping her leg desperately and lapping hungrily at her pussy, she displays perfect elegance, with her head thrown back and framed by blonde hair, her perfect lips parted to make way for soft moans, her hand in your hair, the other holding your leash tight, slight, feminine bicep muscles flexing, standing tall even as she’s served.
She growls lowly above you, letting out sighs and moans, gasps and groans when you push a little closer to her, your nose pushing against her wet cunt and brushing against her sensitive clit, your tongue moving past her soaked folds.
You whine against her, your moans reverberating against her, your orgasm only a few more humps away, you’re sure.
But even as you begin to tremble and shiver, you don’t dare cum without her permission, far too desperate to stay on her good side.
“Good..hnngnn…good girl, more”, she breathes out, her voice thick with praise, pleasure and satisfaction. “Don’t stop, little one…keep…proving yourself to..me…”, she moans, her fingers tight in your hair, her other hand clutching the leash tightly, so tight you’re sure you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.
The thought only makes you moan into her and roll your hips a little faster, your pussy hot as it smears against her, your clit pulsing with every breath, it feels like.
You squirm and pant even more than her, your breath hot against her wet core, your lips coated in her arousal already. You know she's close, and still, it's you who moans and trembles helplessly, your body leaning into hers, your eyes fluttering shut and moans a ticklish, almost vibrating sensation against her.
"Good girl, my good, devoted little girl...", she groans hotly, her chest rising heavily with every breath. Suddenly, you whine when she tugs your head back, her gaze sharp despite how close she is, goosebumps running down her spine as she feels your hot breath against her skin, still.
"Say it", she commands, her voice soft as velvet, but her words firm, still. "Tell me who you belong to, little one"
You don't dare hesitate, can't even if you wanted to, your voice just barely above a little whisper, breathy and soft; "You, mommy...I belong to you, only you".
She hums in satisfaction, cooing lightly as she sees more and more signs of your orgasm, knowing you can't hold back much longer. Perhaps, you won't need to. You have been such a good girl, after all.
She moans softly for you, elegant fingers curling in your hair and forcing you back against her throbbing pussy, silently commanding you to finish what you’ve started.
Immediately, you dive back in, hungrily lapping at her folds, moaning and whining against her clit as you try to concentrate. You know; she cums first, and you know seeing your devotion only feeds into every little thought of superiority she has.
And by the gods, you love it.
You moan when she cries out, keeping your head in place as pleasure and warmth washes over her. She grinds against your lips and tongue, riding out her orgasm slowly as she pushes her leg against your core, a silent sign of permission, a signal you’ve been good enough to cum.
Her chest rises and falls as she holds you, slowly helping you ride out her orgasm by her feet with utter satisfaction. Humiliation, love, and lust burns at you, pooling at your stomach and leaking from you. Perhaps, you should be ashamed at what a mess you’ve made of her heel, but you can’t bring yourself to, not when you look up and her smirk deepens, golden, piercing eyes only on you as she watches you, her perfect little pet kneeling so obediently at her feet. There’s something so intoxicating about the way you look up at her- your eyes wide with devotion, lips slightly parted, waiting, and begging for her next command.
The leash in her other hand tugs gently, guiding you up on shaky legs and closer to her, closer, and closer- closer, until you’re pressed against her, your body molding to her every move, your legs spreading a little already, perfectly obedient, when her fingertips trail between your thighs and finger lazily at your soaked folds.
Her other hand slides from your hair, the back of her hand caressing your hot cheek.
“Good girl, Mommy’s so proud of you”, she whispers against your skin, leaning in to allow her gentle lips to ghost over your hot cheeks. You whimper for her, feeling her fingertips slide across your wet, warm southern lips.
She hums lowly, as though assessing you, and when her fingertip presses against your clit and your hips buck up sharply, she laughs gently.
“What a sensitive little girl…”, she drawls out, her voice soft as silk, her eyes taking you in.
You shake as she toys with you, her index fingertip lazily rubbing your clit. Your fingers curl against your palm, hands tied fast behind your back. You shiver as she leans in even more, her chest pushing against yours, her hard nipples brushing against yours.
“Say it…”, she breathes out, her lips hovering just above your ear. “Tell Mommy how much you need her, little one”, she coos, her voice barely above a whisper. Your breath is shaky,
Your answer comes breathy and as a gasp, desperate and trembling, your stomach curling and little moans escaping you. “I need you, mommy… I need you so badly, please…”, you whimper.
Her smirk widens, pleased beyond words, her eyes shining with satisfaction and confidence.
"Good girl", she praises, rewarding you with the slow drag of her lips first against your cheek and jaw, then your throat, just enough to make you shiver. You gasp when her index and middle finger push into your wet heat, your pulse jumping beneath the collar snuggly hugging your throat.
"Keep being good for me, little one, show me how desperate you are for Mommy's attention", she whispers, her thick lips dragging against your soft throat, just above, then below the collar. You whimper and moan for her, widening your stance slightly to give her more room. She's pumping her fingers in and out of you slowly, a gentle, but dominating pace that easily turns your brain to mush, makes your knees feel weak, fogs your mind with pleasure and slowly drives you towards where she wants you.
The leash glistens in the light of the room, held lazily in her hand and wrapped around her. She holds it, now, though the memory of being led around her office on your hands and knees, made to worship her and kiss at her thighs and legs, her fingers and hands when lowered to your level, makes you feel dizzy.
She curls her fingers inside of you, chuckling as you tremble and your breath hitches. She always takes her time with you, never rushes you, never comes across as hectic. She keeps you close instead, allows a brush of her palm against your clit whenever she thrusts a little harder and deeper, and only smirks elegantly as she draws hot gasps and whiny moans and pleas from you.
"Tell me, little one, what do you need?", she coos, her voice a soft, dangerous purr and her breath warm against the many marks already placed by your throat. You feel her tongue slide against one of them, feel her taste the claim she has placed on you. You love it, love her marks, love to feel her sharp teeth graze against them now.
Your breath stutters slightly, your body leaning forward and into her touch. She's warm, but you're feverish, your entire body yearning for her.
"You, Mommy, I need-you-please..!", you moan softly, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her palm steadily grinding against your already so sensitive clit and her fingers pumping in and out of you slowly. You're certain, you've soaked them already.
She chuckles lowly, the voice rich and dark against you. "Need me?", she coos, dragging her palm back against you, her touch enough to make you jolt and whine softly. "Of course you do", she whispers, her sharp teeth brushing against your throat and collar briefly, the sensation enough for you to whine and gasp already.
You gasp again when her fingers begin to thrust a little bit faster, her pace greedier, her sharp, fang-like teeth digging slightly into your marked throat.
You don't even think, can't think, not with your body and mind so utterly hers.
"Ngnn...please....please, mommy..."
You feel her smirk against you, and feel your pussy clamp down around her fingers when she bites down fully, her sharp teeth drawing a series of whimpers and strangled, breathy cries from you.
Your head is spinning, your knees buckle. You don't even notice her wrap her arm around you until your legs threaten to give out and you're held up by her instead, made to lean into her still, your pussy fingered and drooling onto your thighs, her hand, and eventually the ground between your legs.
“You’re taking Mommy deep today, little one”, she coos, her fingers curling within you once again as if to prove this. You can only moan and whine softly, begging wordlessly for release, completely pliant and needy in her arms.
She smirks, drawing close to you.
“This is where you belong, little one. Don’t forget, this is what you’re made for. For me”
