Bee🌻

You found yourself kneeling, naked and looking up at Wanda. She was wearing her favourite scarlet lace set, with a few small flowers around the edges of the hem. Your knees were making a dent in the carpet, kneeling in the same position that you had time and time again—knees a certain width apart, open enough for her to see the truth of your dripping cunt. You swallowed hard when you heard her soft hum, something she always did when she was pleased with you. Impressed even.

The room was dripping with tension and control.

“Mmm, look at you, detka.” Wanda hummed again, arms folded across her chest, green eyes glimmering, tracing over every single inch of your aching body. You couldn’t help that small, slow whimper that escaped from the back of your throat. Hands at your sides, resting against your warm skin, despite the tremble in your muscles.

Wanda leaned forward, not quite crouching, but not standing up straight either—somewhere in between. “Oh, just look at you, darling girl. So much trembling for such a needy little thing.” Wanda’s fingers slid beneath your chin, a light grip, but a reminder nonetheless of who you truly belonged to.

You whimpered again. You weren’t sure if you were even capable of much else in this moment—brain foggy with desire and obedience. No matter how much you wanted to look away, somehow your eyes were locked onto Wanda's. The way she half stood, smirk painted on her lips, every bit of her in control of this whole scene.

Wanda’s tongue pressed between her lips, her smirk widening as you shivered from her touch alone. “We both know you love this, don’t you?” Wanda cooed “You love being humiliated, dripping onto the floor as if you have no control at all.” Wanda’s brows were falsely knitted together with fake concern. “I bet.” She crouched down so she was eye level with you, her fingers trailing down the skin on your neck—slow—possessive—controlled. “If I touched you in just the right place,” her fingers were slowing even more as she reached the place between your breasts—forcing your breath to hitch and tears to form in the corners of your eyes. “You would crumble. You would break apart piece by piece. So, maybe, sweetheart, I should slow this all right down and edge you until you're crying and begging me for mercy. What do you think?” Wanda laughed low, an eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

You weren’t quite sure what noise left your mouth, but it certainly wasn’t any kind of coherent noise. Maybe a squeak at best.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? For me to push my fingers into this needy little pussy of yours? To pull you right to the edge of an orgasm until all that’s left are wet noises and a wet face? Hmm? I’d bring you right to the edge before tearing away. You don’t just want that; you need that.” Wanda only had a certain amount of patience, especially when you didn’t answer her right away. Her fingers gripped your jaw forcing your eyes to lock on hers.

You nodded. Tears were already beginning to form—but that was not good enough for Wanda Maximoff. She did not care how much you cried, whimpered or whined; she cared that you listened to her.

Her spare hand suddenly stormed against the inside of your thigh, slapping hard, making you gasp at the sudden impact.

“Use. Your. Words.” Wanda snapped, “I have no patience for you if you can’t answer me properly.”

You were already panting, faster and harder than you could have imagined yourself being able to do, sweat dripping down the side of your head, and you knew she hadn’t even started with you yet—not really.

You nod—too fast—too desperate—very pathetic.

“Yes, Mommy.” You breathe, face flushed.

Wanda smiled. “Now say it properly.” Wanda always had a knack for refusing to give up, for ensuring you'd say exactly what she wanted to hear. It wasn’t just about agreeing; it was about the humiliation of telling her what you wanted her to do to you and how much you wanted her to break you.

“I want…” You swallowed hard. “I want you to edge me, Mommy, edge me until I’m crying, and edge me until the only word on my lips is your name.” You felt your stomach tighten with anticipation, the slick sliding slowly down the inside of your thigh. You closed your eyes quickly, not wanting to think about every scrupulous detail that Wanda could see on your body.

Wanda smiled, lips twitching, fingers sliding from your jaw and under your chin—tilting slightly. “You look beautiful,” she whispered, her own desire sitting happily on her face. “I think that’s exactly what I shall do.”

Oh Gods. Your heart beat fast and hard and into your throat. Your eyes fluttered back open; you were certain she could hear the beating of your whole body—because she smiled like a devil who was about to destroy you.

You whimpered, “Mommy—”

“Uh—uh.” She shushed you, her thumb pressing under your chin and moving her two fingers to slide into your mouth, watching as your eyes glazed over, need taking over your body and brain. “Suck,” she demanded.

You did. You sucked her two fingers as if that motion alone was all you needed to anchor you to the core of the planet and to her. Your lips moved in a small momentum, tongue pressing to the pads of fingers, and Wanda looked all too pleased with herself.

“Mmm, that’s it.” She pulled her fingers free, tracing them down the middle of your chest and down your body until she reached just below your bellybutton. When you shivered, she let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, is that all it takes?”

You nod, because to say anything less than the truth wouldn’t just earn you edging—but it would be full-on denial. So with wide eyes and saliva trailing down your chin, you nod, mouth falling open, waiting for the next moment to unravel you.

“You”, Wanda leaned in, kissing your neck slowly before pulling away again, “will earn every bit of pleasure. You are going to stay on your knee, just like this. When you finally break for me, and I mean really, truly, absolutely break, you’ll be begging for nothing else but my fingers to thrust into your fucking pathetic pussy, always needy, always desperate, and you’ll cum for me…right here, kneeling, crying and ruined by me.”

You nod. A loud whimper escaped, but every word she said was true; every word she said was what you needed. You wanted her to break you—to make you cry and beg and to shove her fingers into your cunt until you were needlessly begging, crying for her to make you cum on your knees.