A GOOD DOG WATCHES | Cinnabar
PAIRING: Cinnabar x Afab!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Characrer, Lingerie, Masturbation, Restraints, Brief Crying, Slight Begging, Cinnabar is referred to as a dog
AUTHORS NOTE: I'm very normal about my Cinnabae and I haven't been drowning in my thoughts/daydreams of this woman.
IT WASN'T often that you'd be in a mood to tease Cinnabar. But since she's been busy with missions and you haven't had enough time to spend with one another, you decided you wanted to.
You were lying back on her bed in her cell, dressed in very revealing lingerie. You had your legs spread wide open, showing off your glistening cunt, and the sight of you plunging two of your fingers in between your folds, letting out the most beautiful sounds.
Cinnabar was sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, completely bare with her hands tied behind her back. She was breathing so heavily, writhing in the chair and letting out pretty whimpers, her eyes wide and filled with desperate need as she stared at the sight of you fingering yourself. It was causing her own pussy to throb in pain between her legs, needing desperate friction.
"F-Fuck, baby please..." Cinnabar whined, tugging at her restraints to no avail, whining as you began to briefly finger yourself faster, causing your moans to increase in pitch.
God, this was torture for the woman.
"Uh uh, baby," You chuckled, a sly smile on your face as you gazed at Cinnabar, finding joy in her suffering as she pressed her thighs together. "Remember, a good dog watches."
That caused her to groan and throw her head back, distaste filling her mouth. Couldn't you see that watching you pleasure yourself while she couldn't was actually torture for her? Sure she was your good, obedient dog, but even dogs will go mad when a treat is dangled in front of them, just out of reach.
"Damn it," She muttered under her breath, squeezing her thighs together more tightly, clenching her jaw as she lifts her head again, eyes immediately going back to between your legs.
You were moving your fingers easily in and out of your pussy, slick glistening and dripping down your thighs, while your clit throbbed. You made sure Cinnabar had a perfect view, seeing the way you dragged hour nails against your inner walls, or the way you pressed on your clit and rubbed it with the palm of your hand.
You looked so perfect. Head thrown back and mouth agape as constant moans filtered from your mouth. Your thighs were beginning to shake, your pleasure building up, a need for release growing.
"Oh god," Cinnabar let out a shaky breath, hands straining against the restraints around her wrists. She knew your signs, so she knew you were reaching your climax.
"E-Eyes on me," Your voice was shaky, barely calling out to Cinnabar. She looks up with wide eyes, meeting yours.
You both stared at one another, and Cinnabar could feel her hips buck up into the air when you reached your high. She watched, desperation and need to hold you apparent, as your head was thrown back, eyes rolling into your head. You own hips bucked up, legs shaking as you came, cumming all over your hand.
Then you collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch your breath while pulling your shaky hand from between your legs. It was silent for a moment, until you heard Cinnabar's whimpers and the sound of her struggling in the chair she was restrained to.
A smirk spread across your lips, and you slowly opened your eyes, watching Cinnabar. Her head was bowed forward, mouth hung open as she tried to grind her cunt against the chair, seeking some semblance of friction on her own aching pussy.
"Awe, poor doggy is so desperate," You cooed, making Cinnabar sob a bit, watching as she desperately nodded her head.
"God yes! Agh, I need you, baby," Cinnabar whined, looking up at you with teary eyes, something that had you smiling.
You shakily got up from the bed, walking towards her. You moved behind, leaning down to kiss her neck while you began to undo the intricate knots of her restraints. She's breathing heavily, whimpering as she waits in anticipation, while tilting her head to the side for you, allowing you more access to her neck.
"Be a good dog for me, okay?" You purred against her ear, and she rapidly nodded her head. With that, you undid the last knot, letting her free.
As soon as Cinnabar was free, she sprang up from the chair, her desperation clear as she grabbed your arm. But you were the one in charge, so you stopped her movements, before shoving her down onto her bed. She let's out a gasp, but allows her body to hit the mattress, while looking up at you.
"Didn't I just tell you to be good for me?" You asked, giving her a sneer as you moved on top of her, settling yourself to straddling her lap.
"F-Fuck, I'm sorry baby-" Cinnabar quickly tried to apologize, but you cut her off but grabbing one of her legs and placing it over your shoulder, while pressing your glistening cunts together.
"None of that now," You growled, watching Cinnabar throw her head back against the bed, a choked sob escaping her mouth at feeling your pussy against hers. "You can touch my hips, baby, but if you make any movements, you'll just be restrained again and forced to watch."
The threat hangs heavy in the air, and Cinnabar is determined to make sure you don't see through to it. Sure she had the treat in her grasp, but now all she had to do was stare at it, watching that treat move so tantalizingly in front of her.
After all, a good dog watches, and Cinnabar was one of the best.
ENDING NOTES: This has been in my drafts for a while now, and just got to finishing it up. Enjoy this little treat.