Professor's Pet, C20
Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; standing cnc/free use; collaring; leash-training; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; dom/sub-master/pet dynamics in public; sharing; flirting; power imbalance professor/students; feral!doms; blindfolds; masturbation; voyeurism; strap-on use;
It was inevitable to happen sometime. One of the miscreants you taught got you sick. And Kate, by default. You spent the better part of the weekend on the couch in the fetal position, with Kate curled tightly into your chest, holding on for dear life as you waited for the fever to break. By the time Sunday rolled around, you were feral, stir-crazy and desperate for many different forms of release all at once. While you got the full fever, body aches and nausea, Kate got away with only the sniffles, and made it her mission to do whatever possible to take care of you. Which was why she didn’t see you sneak a glance at your cell phone while she went to the kitchen to fetch you another cup of apple cider. You glanced down at the text message from Yelena and smirked. She was feisty too, and when Yelena was feisty, everyone was in for a time. You replied and slid the device back into your pocket before Kate returned, two steaming mugs in her hands, Lucky weaving himself in and out of her feet. As it turns out, the goodest boy was also not a fan of your illness, and kept bringing you a stuffed pizza in an effort to cheer you up. You squirmed on the couch, sighing in exasperation as Kate rushed to your side and immediately tucked you back in.
“I’m feeling better, you know,” you grumbled. Kate grinned, kissed the top of your forehead and ignored your protests, shoving the mug into your hand and watching you as you took a sip. She seemed to be extra close to patting your head when you glared up at her and her hand paused before making contact with your hair. She cleared her throat and sat beside you on the couch again, waiting patiently to be tugged into your lap again once you got settled. Instead, you got to your feet, swaying only slightly and she watched with raised eyebrows as you made your way to the stairs. “Gonna take a shower and clean up a bit. Did you want…” Kate rushed to your side and wrapped her arms around your waist before you could finish the question and you chuckled as you both walked up the stairs to the loft together.
You picked out comfortable and clean clothes for you both – joggers and your oversized hoodie for you. You had a plan, and the longer it went before Kate catching on, the better. For Kate, a pair of your jogging shorts. The girl was always a million degrees, especially when she ended up in your hoodie with you – which was nearly every time you tried to wear it. Satisfied with your selection, Kate led you by the hand into the bathroom. You had a routine by now, and you smiled at the simplicity of your comfort with each other. The ease in which Kate let you take control, sick or not. You followed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Once you were both inside you turned the water on to practically boiling. You moved forward and Kate moved back until her ass was resting against the counter. She lifted her arms immediately, allowing you to slip the t-shirt over her head with no resistance. She was wearing your boxers – said she liked feeling you while she slept – and those slid off just as easily. Judging by how clearly you could smell her, you weren’t the only one who was feral by the weekend’s sickness-enforced celibacy. All you knew was that both of you were on edge, moments away from snapping. You just had to drag it out a little bit longer.
Once Kate was undressed, you stepped away freeing her from her trapped position against the counter. She spun around, letting you get a good look and you growled instinctively at the sight of her. It was hardly an accident when she backed herself against you, squirming slightly, making your fingers clench immediately. “Now, now, pet.” You murmured. Kate whined immediately as your lips went to her neck, leaving a wet line across her naked shoulder. She spun around again, your hands resting on her hips as her warm fingers slid under your shirt and you allowed her to pull it over your head. Your sweats were next, and you noticed Kate’s sharp intake of breath when she slid them over the curve of your ass, her fingers following the material easily. Before she could get on her knees like she seemed moments away from doing, you backed into the shower, grabbing her hand and tugging her in after you. The water hit your skin first as you shielded her from the heat with your body. You washed her painstakingly slowly, allowing your fingers to trace over her skin, raising goosebumps as you went. By the time you guided her back under the water to rinse off, she was trembling in your hands and the heat of the water felt like ice compared to the temperature of her skin against yours.
She watched with hungry eyes as you washed and rinsed yourself. If you let her get her hands on you, it would be incredibly difficult for her to stop. Truthfully, you didn’t want her to stop – just wanted to delay her starting for a little while longer. Kate whined louder when you got out of the shower without giving her the reward she certainly deserved, and you smirked as you held out her towel, wrapping it around her shoulders and rubbing vigorously. You towel dried your hair, and Kate’s eyes never left your tits, your toned stomach, your numerous tattoos, or your legs, her eyes following every escaping water droplet down the path of your body. Catching her staring for the fourth or fifth time, you grinned and gestured to her pile of clothes that you left neatly folded on the edge of the bed. The huff that left her mouth was nearly bratty but amusing at the same time. You took your time, and when the doorbell rang downstairs and caught Kate by surprise, you knew your timing had worked.
“Answer the door for me, princess. I’ll be down in a minute,” you murmured, kissing the top of her forehead. Kate frowned, but obeyed without a word. You waited until you heard her retreating footsteps down the stairs before you sprang into action.
…
By the time you made it downstairs, Yelena and Wanda had already claimed the smaller couch. Kate stood beside them, looking unsure of what she was supposed to be doing, rushing to your side immediately as you appeared at the base of the staircase. She looked at you questioningly but you shrugged rather than explain, grabbing her hand and leading you both to the other couch that you would be sharing. It didn’t take long for Kate to realize that something was happening. She inched closer and closer to your lap, but you didn’t take the bait to pull her on fully. Instead, you lay down behind her, adjusting the pillows and leaving plenty of room in front of you in case Kate wanted to join you. Yelena wasn’t happy unless she was picking the movie, and she had claimed the remote the second she stepped into the living room, so you were all at her mercy. It was only moments into whatever nonsense she had chosen that Kate decided to lay down. At first, it was hard to tell. The way the blanket bunched between you made it a possibility but not a certainty. Halfway through the film, Kate got fed up with the blanket, tugging it over you both and shoving her ass back into you. Then it was unmistakable. You chuckled, leaning forward as your arms wrapped securely around Kate’s waist, tugging her backwards even harder.
“See how good you can be for me mutt,” you groaned in her ear as her hips began moving in a circular motion against the strap that Kate was suddenly very aware of. By the time the first movie ended, Kate’s hips were grinding against yours in a stead, predictable pattern. Not enough to get her close. But enough to satiate her temporarily. Until she realized this game was long term. You glanced across the room at Yelena, whose knowing smirk mirrored your own. Wanda was between Yelena’s legs, leaning back against her chest, as stiff as a board. If you had to guess, you bet you could figure out what game Yelena was playing with her pet for the day. Yelena flipped on the next film and you decided to ramp it up a few notches. You knew Kate was good for it.
Squirming only slightly behind her, you maneuvered your joggers over your hips, freeing the strap finally. You guided it with your hand slowly between Kate’s legs before removing it, rubbing it against her ass instead. It took seconds before she was practically panting, rutting her hips against you. “Shhh,” you warned, removing the strap from between her legs one more time. Kate bit her lip to keep from whining. She nodded that she understood. It was easy to slide it into her shorts, coating the tip in her arousal and moving it torturously slowly. Kate’s attention was drawn away from the teasing by a faint sound from the other side of the room. Wanda’s eyes were clenched shut, her hands were balled into fists, and Yelena’s hand had a fistful of her hair, exposing her neck.
“Don’t make me lose, котенок,” Yelena’s voice was a low growl and you smirked when you felt Kate’s hands under the blanket clenching your thighs, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indentations behind.
“You can take it.” You growled into her ear. She nodded, finally understanding the game, spreading her legs slightly wider to grant you access. The tip of the strap slid inside her finally and she clutched at your joggers, resisting every urge to rock her hips and force you in deeper.
“You’re going too easy on her.” Yelena’s voice caught you by surprise, but the attitude didn’t. You chuckled, sinking your teeth into the flesh of Kate’s shoulder as your hips jerked forward, sliding inside of her suddenly. Kate’s fists clenched your thighs harder but she didn’t make a sound.
“Good girl,” you whispered, guiding Kate’s hips slowly – torturously slowly.”
…
Wanda, unsurprisingly broke first. “I’m so proud of you,” you murmured, licking and sucking on Kate’s neck as the brunette across the room got her orgasm ruined by a few not-so-gentle slaps to the clit as Yelena teased her. Kate moaned into your ear as you started pushing into her harder, your grip on her hips unrelenting.
“Doesn’t your mutt want her reward?” Yelena smirked. Kate practically howled when you pulled the strap from her pussy, crawling over Kate to stand up, beckoning Yelena over.
“What do you think, pet? You’ve been such a good girl,” you murmured, your fingers trailing tenderly across Kate’s cheek.
“Anything you want, Professor, please.” Kate’s eyes were wide and adoring. Your eyes locked for a long, extended moment before Yelena scoffed, breaking the mood and reminding you both that other people were present. Wanda, forced to watch the festivities rather than participate in them as her punishment had little choice after Yelena secured her wrists and ankles, leaving her no option but to observe without touching.
“Могу ли я?” Yelena remembered her manners after her fingers were already digging into Kate’s hips, forcing her onto her stomach on the couch as her hazel eyes searched yours, waiting for permission. Typical Yelena to touch first and ask later. You nodded, taking a spot near Kate’s head.
“Open, mutt,” you growled. Kate’s mouth opened obediently immediately with no hesitation as you guided the tip of your strap past her lips. “Clean it off for me.” Your voice softened when Kate smiled around the strap, already drooling as Yelena’s fingers slid inside of her easily. Kate came for the first time, her legs spread with Yelena licking her feverishly while fingering her while her lips were still wrapped securely around your strap, cleaning her own arousal off of it thoroughly.
The second time, Kate was straddling your mouth, riding you like an out-of-control cowgirl while Yelena rode your freshly-cleaned strap, Yelena’s tongue immediately taking control of Kate’s mouth as a fist in her hair held her in place. The third and fourth times, Kate was riding you again, Yelena’s fingers pinching and twisting her nipples as she rubbed herself against Kate’s ass. The mutt had collapsed, exhausted on your chest after several hours, your fingers tangling in her hair as you smiled, praising her, holding her tight against you. By the time Yelena and Wanda excused themselves, the mutt was pawing at you visibly, nearly whining from being denied for too long.
Before either of you heard the final bang of the door announcing that Yelena had made her exit, Kate’s nails were scratching up your sides, her fingers digging into the straps of the harness around your hips, tugging it lose easily. Once free, Kate’s hands moved back up to your tits, kneading and pulling the skin, scratching over your nipples as her mouth left a damp trail downwards. She tugged the remnants of your joggers roughly over your foot, spreading your legs wide with her hands as she inhaled sharply, catching your eyes and waiting for you to grant her permission to have what she wanted.
“Go ahead princess,” you murmured softly, eyes drooping in a happy exhaustion. They opened wide again when Kate’s lips wrapped securely around your clit with little warning and she began sucking in exactly the way she knew you liked. You were already embarrassingly close, having gone without her touch for days, and it was harder than you wanted to admit to retain any semblance of self-control. Kate seemed to sense the struggle as her nails dug into your thighs and she moaned into your pussy.
“Please,” You glanced down, watching as she licked her lips, following the movement of her tongue. Fuck. “Let go, baby.” Your heart traveled a rapid circuit from your chest to your toes and back at the name and at the sudden sensation of the flat of Kate’s tongue licking steadily on the underside of your clit before sucking it harshly again. Your hips began rocking into her mouth faster and faster, her hands finally forced to your hips to try to make your movements more manageable. She moaned again when your fingers clenched her hair, dragging her mouth even closer. As your movements became even more erratic, Kate’s arms wrapped around your thighs, dragging you against her ready and eager mouth, knowing full well how to read you by now. You didn’t have time to be surprised at her strength again before she was forcing you to cum on her tongue, her movements not relenting as she drove you over the edge, sucking your clit back into her mouth as soon as your high had peaked, dragging you into another one. A fierce make-out later, both of you collapsed in each other’s arms, exhausted but happy.
“How are you feeling?” Kate nuzzled into your neck, your arm immediately pulling her closer.
“Perfect. You?”
Kate smiled and blushed before she answered. “Ditto.”