warnings: pwp; praise kink; collar + leash; thigh riding; use of a sex toy; not proofread
word count: 703
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“That’s it… Just like that—perfect.”
“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Aren’t you incredible?”
“Fuck, just look at you. Keep that up. Legs a little wider? Oh, aren’t you delectable?”
The praise goes straight to your cunt, moans spilling as she lightly tugs on your leash, dragging you close enough to kiss…to explore the shape of your mouth with her own. “Mor…”
Another sharp tug, and your hips buck over her thigh, lodging the toy a little deeper inside, the faux head pushing forward against a delightfully sensitive spot… All sorts of soft, messy sounds slip free while your lips are parted, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as Mor guides you through it.
“Taking it so well… Gods, you’ve earned this. Earned all of it. My perfect little angel. So sweet.”
“Mor…that’s embarrassing…”
“Embarrassing? It’s just you and me here, you can be as embarrassed as you like as long as you’re happy…” once again she tugs on your collar, demanding your attention.
You shy away, head dipping to avoid the piercing heat of her eyes.
Instead of handling you to face her, the leash turns slack and her laughter rings softly through the air. Hot, calloused palms rasp up and down along your waist, and you shiver as she cups each of your breasts, thumbs swiping across your sensitive nipples.
“When you say, ‘embarrassing’, sweetness…” she muses, slow and soft, and stirring heated honey between your thighs. “You mean you’re flustered?”
Heat washes down your spine, and you shift over her thigh…wetness gleams at the base of the toy, dripping onto her bare skin, and…
Your mouth waters, glancing at the patch of golden curls between her legs. If you could be riding the toy between her own legs, with her nails grazing through your hair, the soft heat of her thighs either side your head with her flavour filling your mouth…
“You want something?” Mor whispers, and you can hear the sultry smile in her voice. A flush heats your cheeks as Mor slides two of her fingers into those very curls, playing with the wetness you can hear the presence of between her thighs.
Whimpers spill free as her digits retract, glossy and gleaming in the low, yellow-tinted light. The scent of her arousal fills the air—heady, like something musky and honey roasted.
“Open your mouth.”
Your lips part on her command, desperate to have proof of her own appetite on your tongue.
“Mmm, such a good girl,” Mor praises, allowing the pad of one finger to swipe across your lower lip. But she doesn’t enter your mouth.
“Now, look at me.”
“Mor…” your eyes dart to hers for a second, then dart away again in embarrassment.
“Come on, sweet thing. You can do it. I know you can.”
Her voice is so tempting. Words so promising. If you can obey, you can get what you want.
Amber eyes twinkle when you meet them, a slow smile curving her red-tinted lips. “Very good. Now don’t look away. Tongue out.”
You push your tongue slightly over your lower row of teeth, parting your lips in desperate invitation.
“That’s it. Let me see how much you love my flavour…”
Her fingers push across your tongue, and you moan, hips rolling and grinding atop her thigh, pushing the toy deeper, exploring all the angles and feelings you can get from it. “Mhmm, so good. Now suck.”
Eager to obey, you close around her, tongue swiping and licking as much of that arousal from her fingers as possible. Leaning towards her in attempts to collect the flavour that remains at the base of her knuckles, just out of reach.
“You like that, sweet girl? Getting to taste me while you’re riding me?”
Tears brim at your lashes, opening your mouth to manoeuvre so you’ve better access to the flavour at the top of her palm.
“Mmmm, good girl…think you can come from this? Will you try?” She asks, and you whine around her fingers, hips bucking of their own accord, leash hanging uselessly between you.
The collar round your neck is an apt accessory, seeing how tightly wrapped around her fingers she has you.
