#sheriff grayson

[maezanilla]

I miss her……..

[kiku-o]

── ⟡ ˙ sevika + ambessa + grayson + reader (poly) ❀ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: ambessa invited sevika and grayson to a bath house, to unwind after a stressful week. what she didn’t mention was that someone else would be there, someone with whom she’d been exchanging suggestive glances for a while. and when that person saw ambessa arrive with two others beautiful women? she wouldn’t let this slide. ❀ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: porn with a little plot, bath house where people get naked, cunnilingus, semi public sex (?), almost getting caught, fingering, grinding, thigh riding, arm riding, spit, dom/sub undertones (?) ❀ ̟

“y’know, bringing us here was the least useless idea you’ve ever had in your entire life,” sevika said, her voice low and uncharacteristically relaxed.

she was leaning against the rim of the sunken marble bathtub, her body warmed and soaked by the gentle steam; submerged up to her breasts, resting her right arm along the edge.

“i’m already regretting it,” ambessa murmured, her eyes closed as she rested her head against the side of the tub.

facing ambessa, grayson, who had been watching the two in silence until then, let out a low chuckle. that sort of ‘light’ teasing that always carried a real bite—or something deeper—beneath the surface had become a regular occurrence between them. and she certainly wasn’t about to put a stop to it.

it was supposed to be a quiet day, focused on relaxation and trying to shake off the stress of the past week. that was why ambessa had decided to invite the two of them for a long, relaxing soak in the bath house, followed by a professional massage, if they wanted one.

ambessa opened her eyes to cup water in her hands and splash it onto her face, but a movement across the room caught her attention.

as she turned her head slightly and saw who had entered, a small, knowing, and mischievous smile played upon her full lips.

you had just walked in, accompanied by a friend. the two of you were chatting as you headed toward one of the showers; there were no stalls or curtains, so you would be bathing right out in the open. your friend laughed at something you said, and as she leaned over to turn the handle and test the water temperature, you glanced around while adjusting the white towel wrapped around your body.

there weren’t many people in the room, and most were using the showers as well. that was when you saw her.

the moment you realized ambessa’s gaze was already fixed on you, a smile formed on your face too. you two had been exchanging these suggestive glances for a while now, though neither had made the first move yet.

perhaps because the anticipation and tension felt too good to break abruptly, or simply because you were waiting for the right moment.

your eyes then shifted to the two women with her.

“we have company…” you thought.

fortunately, the two were too engrossed in their own relaxation to notice you. which was perfect, allowing you to study and admire them a little longer.

like ambessa, both clearly possessed majestic physiques; you could easily tell by the well-defined structure of their shoulders. their strong, striking features were incredibly attractive and memorable. wow, of course someone as beautiful as ambessa would be accompanied by other beautiful women. you bit your lower lip thoughtfully, then glanced back at ambessa, as if silently asking about them.

she merely raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, a faint smile still playing on her lips; it made you stifle a laugh and look away, turning your attention back to what your friend was saying. she was already naked, washing herself under the running shower water.

“well, now that i think about it…” ambessa began, immediately drawing the two women's attention. “there’s something about this place i forgot to mention.”

sevika raised an eyebrow and grayson simply kept watching her, both of them attentive to whatever she was about to say. with their attention fixed on her, ambessa nodded in your direction, and they wasted no time following her gaze.

“see the one in the towel? we’ve been having some...interesting interactions.”

“you mean.. you’ve been flirting with her?” grayson asked bluntly, though she didn’t look away from you.

“mhm. and i think she liked you two.”

“right, and what makes you think that?” sevika countered, glancing back at ambessa for a second.

“stay quiet and you’ll see. let’s just enjoy the show.” ambessa settled more comfortably against the side of the tub, relaxing her posture while keeping her piercing, watchful gaze locked on you as you began to remove your towel while still chatting with your friend.

sevika and grayson exchanged a glance, silently questioning whether they were really going to do this. in the end, they simply shrugged and turned their eyes back to you.

your towel was now hanging from one of the wall hooks, leaving you completely naked with your back to the three of them. your friend had filled a bucket with water so you wouldn’t have to wait for her to finish before bathing too—well, you could easily have used separate showers, but the need to keep the conversation going and your secret desire to stand before the three of them won out.

you used the bucket to splash water over your body, quickly soaking yourself. the eyes of the three women seemed to trace the path of every water droplet as it ran down your skin.

meanwhile, you chatted away as if completely unaware of it. once you were sufficiently wet, you bent down to pick up the bar of soap and deliberately turned your body toward them. grayson swallowed hard as she got a full view of everything from your breasts down to the trimmed bush covering your pussy. god, you were beautiful.

with perfectly feigned innocence, you began rubbing the bar over your body. first your arms, then your neck, before moving down your torso. with a slow, deliberate, and torturous pace, you rubbed each breast, setting the soap aside for a moment to use your own hands. you circled each breast, giving them subtles squeezes, rubbing the valley between them, and brushing your fingers over your nipples. your entire torso glistened. sevika shifted in her spot, adjusting herself to get a better view and crossing her legs beneath the water.

“that’s exactly what i’m saying! his ex-wife hates me,” your friend exclaimed, indignant about the family drama she was sharing.

“and why exactly are you still with a guy who stays in touch with his ex?” she groaned, closing her eyes as she ducked back under the water, trying to drown her embarrassment.

you just laughed, still listening to her grumbling.

taking advantage of the fact that she wasn’t looking at you, you glanced up quickly, catching the three of them staring at your body. a subtle shiver ran through you, and that only turned you on even more. you lightly licked your lips, picking up the bar of soap once more.

you leaned against the wall to start scrubbing your legs, one at a time. again, you moved with that exaggerated, intentional slowness, making sure to focus the pressure and scrubbing motion of your palm on your thighs, the inner thighs, the groin, all before working your way down to your heels; cleaning them required you to squat. ambessa sighed heavily, her thick fingers drumming impatiently against the marble floor.

your friend finished up in the shower, so you used it to quickly rinse all the soap from your body. now, normally, you would just wrap a towel around yourself and head to the locker room, but you weren't about to stop just yet.

as your friend put away the things she’d brought in her bag, you started drying yourself off; you didn’t give her time to question you, distracting her by asking another question about the topic you’d been discussing. luckily for the four of you, it worked.

you kept your back to the three of them, resting one leg on the wooden bench built into the wall, a position that would, one way or another, leave you accidentally overexposed. fully and perfectly to their view.

sevika let out a low sigh, instinctively pressing her crossed legs together and shifting uncomfortably beneath the water. grayson glanced around quickly, momentarily fearing someone might notice, but realizing they were all too distracted to pay attention, she relaxed and let herself look, licking her dry lips. ambessa simply held her gaze—never once looking away since you’d started soaping up—shamelessly keeping her eyes fixed on your exposed pussy. she looked like starving.

once you were finished, you wrapped yourself in your towel and started following your friend out, glancing back one last time from the doorway and smiling at them over your shoulder before leaving.

“…what was that?” sevika murmured, slowly and with a slight tremor, uncrossing her legs.

“that was our invitation to an afternoon of relaxation, my dears.” ambessa was already rising from the tub, revealing her goddess body, warmed and dripping wet from the long minutes spent submerged. “are you two coming, or am i going to have all the fun to myself? because honestly, i don’t mind either way.”

“of course we’re going,” grayson replied almost immediately, already rising. her haste would have surprised even her, were it not for… well, her haste.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

minutes later, you were settled into one of the rooms designated for resting; they could be heated to serve as a sauna, or simply cooled or kept at room temperature for a nap, a massage, or a quiet conversation.

your friend had said her goodbyes back in the locker room; she had headed straight home after getting dressed, leaving you alone in the bathhouse. now, wearing only your bra, you were taking advantage of the room’s privacy to apply scented body oil all over. you were sitting down, smoothing the product onto your legs. the room’s warm, low lighting, combined with the relaxing aroma of your products and the scented candles, created the perfect atmosphere for unwinding.

that was when the door slowly opened. you glanced up just to check, smiling before looking back down at your legs.

“i think you’re in the wrong room…”

“no. this is the right one.” you let your legs rest and braced your hands on the bench, leaning back against the wall as you looked directly at them. all three still had towels wrapped around them—though the towels did a poor job of trying to hide their strong bodies.

ambessa sat down beside you, keeping a safe distance as she removed her towel, letting out a low sigh as she settled into her spot. grayson sat on the other side, though she kept her towel on. you turned your head toward her and offered a welcoming smile, shamelessly letting your gaze drop for a second—taking in the cleavage pushed together by the towel—before meeting her eyes again. sevika entered last, closing the door behind her. she also removed her towel, hanging it on a rack as she walked over to the three of you. you smiled at her too, but quickly replaced it with a bite of your lower lip as you scanned her naked body.

“aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” you asked, turning your head to look at ambessa, who had been silently watching the interactions.

“oh, right. these are sevika and grayson.” she gestured casually, a dismissive wave of her hand that earned an annoyed grumble from sevika and a soft eye-roll from grayson.

you just chuckled softly, deciding then to make your move. after all, what were you all waiting for?

“nice names. it switches you both. now… you came here to relax, didn’t you? how about i help out while we wait for masseuses to arrive?”

you took the oil you’d used on your legs, splashed a little onto your hands, knelt on the bench, and moved closer to grayson. her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t stop you. you shifted until you were behind her, beginning a slow massage on her tense shoulders. she let out a low sigh, leaning into your touch.

“you’re tense…” you murmured, increasing the pressure of your fingers. “are you two, as well?”

“you have no idea,” sevika replied quietly, her eyes fixed on your hands and the way grayson’s towel was slipping down.

you slid your hands downward, helping the cloth slide lower, and leaned in closer to her face. you kissed her jawline, followed by a trail of kisses leading to her mouth, where you began a slow, deep kiss.

with your eyes closed, you couldn’t see who had approached; you only knew that the next moment, you felt large, warm hands on your waist, one on each side. the larger hand slid to your hip, squeezing firmly and gathering the flesh until it was cupping your buttock. you sighed into the kiss at the sensation, pulling away just enough to let out soft gasps as the touches continued.

ambessa squeezed your butt, slowly kissing and licking your neck. on the other side, sevika gripped her waist and moved her hand to unclasp your bra, planting kisses along your spine. in front of you, grayson stood up—now completely naked—and slowly pulled you into a seated position. naturally, you didn’t resist.

grayson knelt on the floor, holding your legs to spread them wide, and wasted no time in going down on you. her tongue traced a path from your hole up to your clit, closing around it to suck. you moaned, pressing yourself into her mouth while gripping ambessa and sevika’s shoulders. one of them sucked and licked at a nipple, while the other left marks on your neck.

but then, a sudden noise outside made you four freeze instantly. someone had dropped something right by the door, followed by the sound of two women talking. they were deciding which room to enter.

“did you lock the door?” you asked, looking at sevika.

the woman raised her eyebrows and shrugged, an answer that spoke volumes.

before you could get up to lock it, one of ambessa’s long, thick fingers stopped you, sliding into your soaked hole. sevika was quick to cover your mouth, muffling the loud whimper that escaped you.

“just stay quiet, darling. can you do that?”

ambessa curled her finger inside, pushing back and forth, slowly increasing the intensity and speed. grayson released one of your legs to bring her hand to your pussy as well, using her thumb to circle your clit. your body tensed in their hands, and more moans and whimpers were stifled by sevika’s hand; she kept her eyes fixed on the door while kissing your jawline.

the doorknob turned; someone was holding it. you squeezed your eyes shut, unsure if you were bracing to get caught or struggling not to moan louder as the fingers continued working on your pussy. but fortunately, the debate outside seemed to take a different turn, as the person let go of the knob and footsteps moved toward another room.

you almost sighed with relief, but the sensation of another of ambessa’s fingers entering you stopped you.

“fuck! ah—...”

“quiet, sweetheart. we almost got caught,” sevika whispered, kneeling beside you.

she leaned in, aiming for your filled pussy, gathering saliva in her mouth before spitting right into the center; it quickly mingled with your fluids, tangling between ambessa’s fingers. then, she grabbed the leg grayson was still holding open and straddled your thigh, riding you shamelessly, grunting softly as she felt her pussy slide easily against your skin, and arching her back to offer her breast to your mouth, which you immediately started to suck on.

you used one hand to hold onto her waist and slid the other to pinch ambessa’s nipple; she gasped softly at your touch.

the relentless, deep, and precise movements of ambessa’s two fingers inside you, accompanied by the steady pressure of grayson’s thumb on your clit, didn’t take long to make you cum. your back arched, your breath catching for a long, agonizing second before escaping in shaky, ragged bursts. your inner walls contracted repeatedly around her fingers, as if milking them deeper inside, while your clit pulsed against her thumb.

as the peak of your ecstasy subsided, ambessa leaned in to capture your mouth in a wet, messy kiss, pulling your hair at the nape of your neck to guide you. after she let go, and while you caught your breath with half-lidded eyes, the three women exchanged silent glances over you.

with a nod, grayson signaled for sevika to move off you. she gave a side smile as she understood, moving to free your thigh—which was now soaked from her pussy.

ambessa and sevika shifted, guiding you down to the floor. you looked at them in confusion but didn’t stop them, moving along with them until you were kneeling on the marble.

“what? didn’t think we didn’t have other uses for you, did you?” ambessa teased.

“i just… just don’t understand how—uh…” with one on each side, ambessa and sevika grabbed your arms, stretching them out. you watched as they wedged your arms between their toned thighs, pulling them upward and lowering themselves until their pussies were in direct contact with your limbs, where they began to grind back and forth.

“that—that’s it. oh, shit,” sevika moaned. they quickly found a rhythm, reveling in how the fit, the pressure, and the speed sent waves of pleasure to their throbbing cores. they leaned over you, locking their mouths in an intense kiss.

from your position, you smiled, your gaze darting between the two of them. so close, yet so far from their pussies. even so, you could smell their musky perfectly. and fortunately, you wouldn’t have to just imagine the taste, as grayson’s large, gentle, calloused hands guided your face forward, right in front of her pussy.

you licked and bit your lips in anticipation, opening your mouth as the two of you leaned toward one another.

as soon as your warm, wet mouth began to lick and suck her, grayson let out low grunts and sighs, initially stroking your hair—before abandoning any attempt at gentleness and gripping it tightly, dictating the pace and pressure.

the room grew hotter and more humid as the sounds continued: from the moans, grunts, and gasps they tried to keep hushed, to the obscene wet sounds your mouth made against grayson’s pussy, and the sounds of sevika and ambessa riding your arms. you were more than happy to be used essentially as a sex toy by them; your pussy dripping onto the floor—long, viscous trails slowly sliding down to make the ground glisten—serving as living proof of your arousal as you satisfied them with everything you had left after the intense orgasm they’d given you minutes earlier.

the pace of the two women riding your arms quickened, both of your limbs going numb from the position, but you wouldn’t stop. at the same time, grayson pressed you harder against her, her head thrown back as she gasped at the way you were forcefully sucking her swollen clit.

in the end, they came almost simultaneously, one right after the other. you almost moaned as you watched them, watching their faces contort with the pleasure of their climax and listening to the low, deep sounds they made. fuck, you almost cummed just from the realization that you were being used by women who looked like works of art.

slowly, each of them pulled away from you. you took a deep breath as you were drawn away from grayson’s pussy; half your face slick and glistening, just like both your arms, a total mess. and, of course, the little mess you’d made on the floor didn’t go unnoticed.

ambessa held your chin, turning your face toward hers, then slid her thumb into your mouth, which you immediately sucked on.

“it seems your body still wants more. am i right?”

“fuck, yeah. look at this…” sevika murmured, pressing the top of her foot against you, eliciting a shaky, muffled whimper.

grayson brushed some hair from your face, wiping the fine sheen of sweat from your forehead. “we should take her somewhere so we can do whatever we want with her.”

“that’s the second least useless idea i’ve ever heard from one of you,” sevika agreed.

[thehoneybeestings]

‧₊˚── 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟓: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔

‧₊˚── 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word Count: 1.3k Content/Warnings: strap (reader receiving), top!gray, bottom!reader, dom!gray, sub!reader, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to with fem terms/pronouns, reader experiences some pain/discomfort during sex for a moment A/N: so i am officiialy off schedule for kinktober... which, ironically, will probably mean i get back to posting every day again because my demand avoidance isn't triggered anymore LOL. i do just want to assure you all that, regardless of how off schedule I get, each of these fics will be posted and the kinktober list will be completed. i'm seriously having so much fun with it and hope you guys are enjoying, too!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

Your wife is a very patient woman.

You don't know how she manages it- spending these late nights in the office mulling over paperwork without so much as a sigh, a huff, the mumbling of a few choice words directed toward the boss who has her working this late in the first place.

You certainly couldn't do it; in fact, watching her fill out page after page of paperwork was enough to test your own patience- or, lack thereof- made obvious by your incessant attempts at claiming the focused sheriff's attention.

"I remember when you were awarded this medal."

"You should get one of those fancy desk plaques with your name on it."

"I did such a good job decorating in here. Isn't it so much cozier now?"

And, eventually, when Grayson offers more in response than an amused hum, you're completely caught off guard by what she has to say.

"My love?" She purrs, eyes still trained on her notepad as her fountain pen dances across its surface.

You sit up straighter, anticipating that she'll finally say she's ready to go home.

"Yes, honey?"

"Touch yourself for me."

Your breath is stolen from your lungs.

"…What?"

It's only then that she looks up at you, slow and sure.

"Hike your dress up, take off your underwear, lean back on the chaise, and touch yourself."

And you know better than to disobey your sheriff.

As soon as you press a finger to your clit, she resumes her work, head down, pen scribbling; but now, she wears a pleased grin.

For a while, she doesn't say a word. Just lets you entertain yourself and makes use of the time she's bought while you do so.

But then, she recognizes the sharp inhale signaling that you're close, and her head snaps up. The sight she finds is nothing short of a masterpiece- the fabric of your dress pooling like water around your hips, your breasts rising and falling with labored breath, your lips parted and brows furrowed, hand slotted in between soft, spread thighs to work at your slick-covered clit.

She finally places her pen down, leaning back in her chair and placing her chin in her palm as she considers hiring an artist to immortalize the delicious scene in front of her.

But then, the sound of her name tumbling from your lips, breathless and desperate, pulls her from her thoughts.

"You close, darling?"

You nod fervently, hips rolling in time with your fingers.

"Can I come?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she tells you stop, to make your way over to her instead.

And when you do, she looks up at you with a warm grin, one hand coming up to rest on your hips, and the other reaching up to palm at your heat.

"Let's see how wet we are, yes?" She whispers, sliding two fingers through your lower lips.

You hiss, and she hums, slipping her fingers inside of you.

"You plan on being good for me?" She asks, and you're promising you will before you even know what's in store for you.

"You're certainly ready for me," she chuckles darkly, pulling her fingers out of you and scooting back in her chair-

Just enough to spread her legs, undo her trousers, and reveal the strap you didn't know she was packing.

Your eyes go wide and she chuckles again.

"Turn around for me, sweetheart."

You follow the order without hesitation, nearly drooling at the thought of being fucked by her cock right now.

"Sit," she says- and you brace yourself on the arms of her chair, settling into her lap and grinding against the silicone pressing against you.

"There we go," she praises, "ease yourself onto it. Nice and slow."

You reach down to guide the toy inside of you, gasping as its head catches at your entrance, and whimpering as you take the rest, inch by inch.

She shifts her hips up just once as you relax into her lap, a guttural moan forcing itself from you as the tip of her cock prods at your cervix.

"Settled?" She asks, soft and sweet.

"Yeah," you exhale, bracing yourself for her impending thrusts-

But then, she leans forward, picks up a pen, and whispers in your ear.

"I'm going to finish my work, and you're going to be still and silent as I do it. I promise you'll be rewarded for your patience if you demonstrate it, but if you take something I don't give you, you'll be punished accordingly."

You could cry.

Here you were, antsy and eager for release, full to the brim and unable to do a damn thing about it.

You could fucking cry.

In fact, tears begin to prick your eyes as you nod.

"Okay," you mutter pathetically.

"Okay?" She repeats- and you don't miss the warning in the word.

"Yes, ma'am…"

"That's more like it."

She shifts forward again to get closer to the table, and you grip the arm of her chair so hard your knuckles go pale.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling of her inside you. The papers strewn about her desk, the sound of her fountain pen scratching against her notebook, the way she thumbs through her reports.

Fuck. You're focusing too much on her hands now. Her palms are calloused, her fingers are long and slender, and-

Fuck.

You clench around her so hard that it nearly hurts.

"Settle, Y/n," she warns as you squirm, and the hand you were so focused on comes to rest on your belly, just above where you can feel the head of her cock.

"I'm sorry," you pant, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm really trying-"

"Shh," she soothes, thumb smoothing over the soft fabric of your dress. "I know, love. Keep it up for me."

You take slow, deep breaths, willing yourself to relax and endure what you're convinced is torture for as long as you can.

At some point, though, your body relaxes so much that you take more of her than you realized there was, and the pressure on your cervix is sharp enough to make you wince.

She immediately halts her review of the report in her hand, placing it down and giving you all of her attention.

"You alright, love?"

"'M okay," you reply- but you're still tensed. "You're just… really deep."

"Good deep, or bad deep?"

"Bad, I think," you quickly nod- and she's even quicker to place her hands on your hips, gently ordering you to adjust in whatever way makes this comfortable for you.

You settle on leaning back against her chest, your head resting on her shoulder.

Your thighs are sprawled wide atop her own, and your hand flies up behind you to find purchase on the back of her chair.

"Fuck, Gray," you grit, "I'm really tryin' to be good here…'

She chortles, and your eyes roll back in your head at the way even that causes her to shift inside of you.

"Almost done, baby. You can do it."

You don't if you can.

Janna... you really don't know if you can… and she must know you're about to start being bad, because she beats you to the punch with the tap of two fingers against your lips.

You open your mouth and swirl your tongue around the digits with a moan.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

She removes her fingers from your mouth with a pop, allowing you to respond appropriately.

"Yes, ma'am," you beg. "Please, ma'am, I want your fingers on my clit."

"Good girl," She praises emphatically, pleased by the specific request.

And thanks to the very job that has her stuck in the office right now, your wife is just as good at taking orders as you are.

You swear it's all of 30 seconds before you're clamping down around her with a loud cry. She doesn't even have to move her hips- not when you're milking her like this, when every pulse of your walls is enough for the toy to massage your g-spot. Her fingers are unrelenting, circling your clit as waves of pleasure ripple through you.

All in all, you're damn near convinced it's the best orgasm you've ever had.

And… if your wife ever makes you wait on her strap like this again, you just might kill her.

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

Taglist: @lonerslug, @glassesnoraenjiz, @0ngeeked, @graciedollie, @lilredbird101, @rawrspacecat, @ash273819

[ex7val]

I need all 4 of them at the same time asap

[petittherr]

“Who are those women in your heart locket?”

My wives.

@fiftyshadesofgray

[dogpawsswapgod]

New chapter! Sheriff Grayson checks in on an old friend.

"Took You Long Enough"

A CaitVi soulmates AU inspired by and featuring @somewillwin

[lard100]

My kink is to be passionately loved by a MILF, that's all it is

[violetskylights0]

BRAT -Kinktober Day 2

Kinktober Masterlist Grayson x reader 

Summary: Grayson was the sheriff of your small town and a good friend of your mother. She also happens to be the hottest woman you had ever laid your eyes on and even though she may be older. You always get what you want.

You had had a hot hot summer. And not just from the weather. 

It started when one of your mom's old friends, Sheriff Grayson, stopped by on a random afternoon. 

Her sharp jawline and stoic features caught your attention immediately. Streaks of gray threaded through her hair, the kind earned from years of stress on the job. Her shoulders were tight with tension, her eyes steady as they lingered on you. You might have been younger, but you weren’t naïve. That look wasn’t innocent. 

“No seriously, I think she may have been the hottest woman I have ever seen.” You told your friend Mel who was currently splayed out on your bed

“Usually I support you and your whorish tendencies,” Mel said dryly, “but your mom’s friend? Isn’t that a little taboo?”

“You know I love a good taboo relationship. I didn't get an A in physics by being smart that professor was hot and had a weakness for thigh highs.” You both laughed. 

Anyway,” you continued, dragging open your closet, “Help me pick. Which bikini screams fuck me the loudest?”

You were grateful your mom and Grayson had rekindled their friendship, because it meant the sheriff was around more often. And you took advantage of every opportunity.

The first time, you played it subtle. You offered to run to the store while Grayson was visiting, stepping into the kitchen in tiny shorts and a low-cut tank. Perfectly reasonable since it was ninety degrees out. Of course, when you bent over the counter to grab your mom’s list, it just so happened to give Grayson a perfect view of your ass.

By the time you straightened and strolled out of the kitchen, you caught the flicker of movement as Grayson shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Next time you upped the stakes a little bit. The bikini Mel helped you pick out barely qualified as clothing. It covered just enough to keep you legal. So when your mom mentioned that Grayson was swinging by to pick up a bottle of wine you made sure to be in your pool.

You heard the sceen door slide open and a gentle call of your name as not to scare you. 

You didn’t answer when she called. Instead, you rose slowly from the water, droplets gliding down your skin.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I forgot mom said you were swinging by. Let me go grab the wine.” 

You climbed out of the pool, tugging at your bikini to “adjust” the fit so it drew even more attention to your chest. You made sure to sway your hips as you walked toward the house. And just before you reached the door, you swore you heard her mutter a curse under her breath followed by the faintest chuckle.

On a particularly rainy day you had nothing better to do than plot with Mel on your next move. Maybe you could ask Grayson for a ride home from the bar. Or maybe you’d beg your mom to host a movie night and casually nudge her to invite Grayson along. But then fate dropped an opportunity right into your lap.

“For a Sherrif you would think she would remember important things like her badge. I’ll be right back I will go-” your mom started, rummaging around the counter.

“I’ll take it to her!” you blurted, a little too fast.

“Since when are you the first to jump at the opportunity to help me out.” Your mom started crossing her arms. “Last week you acted like I shot you when I asked for help bringing in the groceries. You cursed yourself internally, scrambling for an excuse.

“Well I…reflected and realized that I have not been doing enough around the house. So please relax and have a glass of wine and I’ll go drop of the badge.” You plastered on your sweetest smile.

She gave you one of those long, suspicious looks only mothers could perfect. Finally, she handed you the badge. You grabbed it with a grin and bolted out the door before she could change her mind.

Unfortunately, there was no time to change without raising suspicion. Which left you with… oversized men’s boxers and a gray tank top with a faint stain across the hem. Fantastic. Exactly the look you wanted to seduce an older woman in.

The rain came down in sheets, stretching out the drive and letting your nerves spin out. By the time you reached her doorstep, your confidence was already fraying. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should turn back.

Before you could talk yourself out of it you rand the doorbell. Grayson answered a moment later, and the sight nearly stole the breath from your lungs. Her fitted black shirt clung to the lines of her chest and arms, damp at the collar, while gray sweatpants hung low on her hips. A towel was looped casually around her neck—she must’ve just finished a workout.

You must have stared at her a bit to long as she let out a chuckle.

“Hellooooo?” she said, voice low and amused.

You cleared your throat sharply, snapping your eyes up to hers. “I, uh….you left your badge at my house.” You held it out at an awkwardly quick speed, just as lightning cracked across the sky. You flinched, your body giving you away even though you tried to stand tall.

“C’mon in,” she said, stepping back and holding the door open. “Can’t send you back to your mom in this storm. She’d have my head if you got into an accident.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of her gaze anchoring you in place. For weeks, you’d been the one in control, the one teasing, tempting, turning every visit into a game.

So why did it suddenly feel like she was the one pulling the strings?

Her home was exactly what you expected,clean, minimalistic, everything in muted tones of gray. Even the walls felt like her: cool, restrained, unbothered. And here you were, standing in the middle of it in damp boxers and a stained tank top, suddenly feeling small against the quiet order of her space

“Here I just put the kettle on for tea. Grayson said, her voice steady as she moved around the kitchen.”Have a seat.”

You sat automatically, your knees brushing the edge of the cool counter. What was happening? For weeks, you’d been the one in control. Flirty glances, swaying hips, purposeful little “accidents.” Now you were obeying mindlessly. You forced a breath in, trying to remember your plan. You had to get back in control.

Grayson slid the cup to you on the counter. The ceramic clinking softly against the stone.

“Sugar or honey?” Grayson asked 

“Honey” you said, an idea popping in your brain. 

You reached for the honey bottle deliberately slow, pouring a thick stream into the tea. Then, wiping the excess from the rim with your finger, you slid it into your mouth and sucked the honey off, your eyes lifting to hers through your lashes.

Grayson shook her head with a low chuckle, but her gaze lingered, dark, and knowing.

“What are you doing here kid?” Grayson finally asked. 

“What do you mean? You needed your badge for work right? You should be thanking me.” You said innocently as you sipped your tea. Your hands were steady, but your resolve was wavering.

Grayson stepped closer. “Your mother says you’re a lot of things. But stupid? Not one of them.”

The space between you shrank. You could smell her. Clean sweat, soap, something faintly like amber.

“I’ve tried to stay level-headed,” she continued, her voice low now, almost a growl. “I mean, you’re my friend’s daughter.” She shook her head like she was arguing with herself. “And yet, you do everything to get my attention. For what? No one your age can fuck you right? No one knows how to put you in your place?”

“And yet you do everything to get my attention and for what? No one your age can fuck you right? No one knows exactly how to put you in your place?” Grayson said as you rose from your seat.

Heat flushed up your neck. You pushed back your chair and stood, but she closed the gap again.

“I did not-” You started before Grayson cut you off.

“And then you show up at my door, soaking wet in a flimsy tank top under the guise of this bullshit like returning my badge?” Grayson said, pulling at the string of your top letting it snap back with a delicious sting. 

A shiver rippled down your spine.

“Well you know what princess…” Her eyes raked over you, voice dropping. “I think you need to remember who’s in control in this situation.” 

Before you could even form a reply, she bent and hauled you over her shoulder. The world flipped,your stomach dropped as her strong arm locked around your thighs, your view of the kitchen fading into the muted gray of her hallway. The sound of rain on the roof followed you into the darker, warmer space of her bedroom.

By the time your feet hit the cool hardwood again, your breath was shallow. She sat on the edge of her bed, looking at you,not like a casual fling, not like a woman fighting temptation, but like someone about to completely break you.

“I-i dont know what your talking about and you’re flattering yourself if you think I was trying to flirt with you.” You spit as a lazy smile spread across her face. 

“Take off those shorts and lay across my lap.” Grayson said plainly. 

“You think you can just-” you began, but she interrupted, voice a low command.

“Take .them .off.” Grayson said sternly. 

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Before you knew it, you were sliding the boxers down, stepping toward her, lying across her lap, ass up. Her cool palm smoothed over the curve of you once, slow and deliberate.

“Would you look at that you can take instruction.” Grayson laughed as she slowly rubbed her cool hand against your plump ass. 

“Don’t think that you win just because-Ah!” You yelped as a hard smack came down on your ass. 

You talk too much, princess,” she said, smoothing over the sting. “You’re spoiled. You think you can always get what you want, make anyone fall to their knees for you.” Another sharp smack followed, then another.

Your skin burned where she struck, the sting pulsed outward, no matter how gently she rubbed after.

“And I think it’s time someone put you in your place,” Grayson said, adding another smack. 

Your skin burned the sting of the smacks radiating in one spot no matter how much Grayson smoothed it over. 

“And why would I let you-.” you started, but she cut you off, her tone even sharper.

“The only words I expect to hear from you,” she said, another smack punctuating each phrase, “are you admitting you’re just a slut, so desperate for a good fucking you flirted with your mom’s friend.”

“I am not!” you gasped as her hand cracked down again, making you whimper.

“Say it,” she demanded, two quick, firm slaps landing as her other hand held you steady.

“Fuck!” You squeeled wanting more than anything to curse Grayson out but your body was giving you away as you started feeling wetness slick down your thighs. 

“I…i..” you tried as another blow came down.

“I’m a desperate little slut.” You admitted, finally gasping for air. 

Grayson's hits ceased as she soothed over your ass. Cheeks burning from the abuse. 

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice low and dangerous. “Looks like you can listen.”

You didn’t even have time to spit out a comeback before her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you up and back until your body sprawled flat across the mattress.

Your breath hitched as you looked down the line of your own body—legs pressed tightly together while Grayson’s hands worked their way up your thighs.

“All that nerve. All that back talk,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin as she kissed your thigh. “Not used to seeing you so quiet, princess.”

Your chest heaved as her mouth hovered closer.

“We could stop here.” Her words were calm, but her eyes were molten as they flicked up to meet yours. “You could walk out of here, go back home, and look your mother in the face. Pretend that half an hour ago you weren’t bent across my knee, calling yourself a desperate slut. Pretend this never happened.”

Her hand slid higher.

“Or…” her voice dropped even lower, “you can beg for what you’ve been teasing me about all summer.”

Your throat went dry. For the first time, you really understood why people followed her orders without question. This was how she was such a compelling sheriff.

“Please..” You whispered. 

Grayson tilted her head. “Please, what pretty girl?” 

Your pride wavered. “Please…make me cum.” You said squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Was that so hard?” Grayson teased, prying your knees open with one push as she leaned back, letting out a low whistle as she drank in the sight of you.

“You really are a slut. Got this wet just from me spanking you?”

You tried to close your legs in embarrassment, but her palm came down sharp against your thigh.

“Keep them open.” Her tone left no room for argument. She gripped the outside of your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed with ease.

“Is this what you wanted? An older woman to throw you around?” She spat on your clit, watching it drip down your folds.

You whimpered, nodding, but she clicked her tongue.

“No no, princess. Use your words.” Her hand came down again, this time smacking your pussy, the sting making you gasp.

“Yes fuck yes Grayson.” You cried. 

“Dont worry. I’ll give you what you need.” She dropped to her knees without hesitation, tongue hot and insistent as it lapped up her spit and your arousal in one long stroke.

You’d been with women before, but nothing compared to this. Her tongue circled your clit with precision, then dipped lower, wriggling inside your tight heat until your head spun. Your hands fisted in her hair as broken sounds spilled from your lips.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum” you gasped, eyes screwing shut, only for her tongue to vanish.

‘Wait wait wait why’d you stop?” You borderline screamed, sitting up on your elbows.

Grayson looked up at you, chin shining with your wetness, one brow arched

“I told you, Beg “. Grayson commanded 

You groaned in frustration, but she wasn’t playing. Her fingers pressed into your folds, pinching your clit between them in a merciless V. Stars burst behind your eyes.

“Beg me to let you cum,” she ordered. “Or I’ll tease this pussy for hours until you break.”

You had never been so irritated. Grayson was right. You always got everything you wanted. And now this humiliation. Grayson is making you beg to cum on her face. And unfortunately, it turned you on like nothing had before. 

When she squeezed harder, the humiliation twisted into hunger.

“Please Grayson..please let me cum on your tongue.”  

A dark smile spread across her face. “Good slut.”

Her tongue worked like she was starved, relentless and focused, sucking at your clit while her hand pinched and rolled your nipples through your damp tank top. Your moans grew higher, your body tightening and trembling until all you could do was scream her name over and over.

When your orgasm hit, it ripped through you like a storm, your whole body shaking, vision going white, your thighs clamping helplessly around her head as she rode you through it.

By the time you came down, you were limp, your chest heaving, barely aware of her strong arms lifting you and tucking you against her chest. She held a glass of water to your lips, murmuring, “That’s it…breathe…good girl.”

Her room slowly came back into focus, her steady heartbeat grounding you.

“There you are, princess. Back to earth?” She chuckled softly. 

“I just…well..wow.” You studdered, earning another amused laugh from her. 

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. Wouldn't want to send you home fucked out to face your mother.” Grayson said, trying to stand as you pulled her back, turning to curl into her chest. 

Neither of you spoke for a moment as you listened to her steady heartbeat closing your eyes.  “You really are spoiled huh?” 

Oh to be bent over Graysons knee. I hope you enjoyed the first two days of Kinktober. Make sure to head over to my friend @moonlitmedarda tomorrow and Saturday for some Ambessa Voice kink and Sevika Mind control.