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When Abby agreed to see this late horror movie with you, you already knew she was going to have you a shaking, moaning mess by the end of the night. That was just what you two did.

You had been part of the same friend group since high school. You were not exactly the closest in the gang in some senses, but there was always a tension between you. It grew and festered until it erupted into a drunk, clumsy fuck in the bathroom at a random senior house party.

You knew Abby was not the relationship type, usually sticking to short flings. You could not bear to lose her by confessing the pathetic crush you had on her for the past year, so the next day you texted her that you did not want what happened to affect your friendship, but you did not hide that you enjoyed it. Since then, you had been the definition of friends with benefits, sneaking off on nights out for a moment alone or meeting up when either of you needed a quick release.

Your friends knew, of course, rolling their eyes when you both returned with frazzled hair and a flimsy excuse. Eventually you started sitting together at every occasion, thighs brushing and sparking heat between your legs every time. You would go to your place together, and then she would leave before you even caught your breath.

You did not mind at first. But the more time you spent together, the more that heat spread into a warmth in your chest. The kind that appeared when she showed up with your favorite complicated coffee order, or when you heard her obnoxiously loud laugh. You tried to push the feelings down, reminding yourself of all the other women she had at her fingertips. But no matter what, you could not help wanting more.

You walked into the theatre a friendly distance apart, laughing at how scared you were to see the film.

"Why are we even here if you are so scared?" Abby chuckled, holding the door open for you.

"Well, if I am being honest, maybe I have a little soft spot for the actress?" you teased, practically skipping toward the snack counter.

"Oh, is that so?" Abby’s voice husked as she trailed behind you. Her tone had darkened, jealous perhaps. But that would be silly. She did not like you enough to be petty over some D-list celebrity. "Well maybe you should slip into her DMs. You never know."

"Maybe I will. I am single after all." You glanced back smugly before approaching the pretty brunette server leaning lazily on the counter.

You listed off your order as well as Abby’s. You already knew what she wanted. Hearing that you had it covered, Abby tuned out and began scrolling on her phone, trying to settle her fast-beating heart. She cracked her shoulder, releasing the tight grip she had on the device.

The truth was, Abby had had a sappy crush on you since the moment she met you. When you two hooked up at that party, she had been ecstatic the next day, thinking you felt the same way. When you texted that you did not want to ruin the friendship, her heart had practically broken. Luckily, something good came out of what you called a mistake. She got to fuck your sweet pussy whenever she desired. And for now, that would do.

Her scrolling was interrupted by your luscious giggle. She looked up with a small smile, one that vanished instantly when she saw the cause.

That dirty "hey mamas" stoner girl was practically climbing over the counter to get closer to you, and Abby was not having it. Storming forward, she stepped in front of you, blocking the server’s view, and slapped her card on the counter. Her smile was tight as she glanced at the name tag.

"Just put it on there, thanks... Ellie."

She grabbed the drinks and snacks herself, snatching back her card and nudging you toward the screen with her hip without another look at the brunette.

Abby’s jealousy faded as the movie went on. She laughed every time you jumped and she enjoyed the way you leaned closer until you were tucked under her arm by the end. As the credits rolled, you did not want to leave. You felt like a couple, intimate and soft, not just two people who fucked in the dark.

Abby delayed standing as long as she could, basking in the feeling of you seeking her for protection. Eventually the lights flipped on and your bubble burst.

You both left brushing shoulders, talking animatedly about the jump scares, when someone called behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned to see the cute girl from earlier jogging toward you, glancing around nervously before handing you a slip of paper with a messy number scribbled on it.

"Call me." She winked, biting her lip as her eyes roamed your body. She rubbed her hands together like a horny little goblin and Abby could not take it for another second.

For the second time that night, Abby stepped between you. She plucked the paper from your hands and flicked it casually into the trash.

"She's taken."

You barely had time to react before the taller woman wrapped an arm possessively around your waist and dragged you away from the stunned server.

"Abby, what—" you gasped as she shoved you forward once you reached the barren parking lot.

"Shut the fuck up and get in the back of the car." She clicked her keys, unlocking the Jeep.

Usually you would kick anyone’s ass for talking to you like that, but not Abby. One, because you wouldn't stand a chance, and two, because you liked it. Sure, Abby liked it rough, but this was new. She was never... mean.

Once you reached the car, you paused out of habit, waiting for her to open the door.

"Oh, now you want a girlfriend opening the door for you, huh?" she scoffed, swinging it open anyway.

She smacked your ass hard before you could react. You yelped at the sting.

"I said get the fuck in the car," she growled.

You scrambled inside, sliding back until your spine hit the opposite door. Her strong frame climbed in after you. Your pussy began to weep as her eyes met yours, black with hunger. The single streetlamp outside cast just enough light to illuminate her domineering figure as she loomed over you.

"Strip," she ordered.

You whined as she sat back on the far seat, closing the door. Still, you obeyed. She watched you with a clenched jaw, taking in every inch. As soon as your panties fell past your ankles and left you fully naked, she yanked you onto her clothed lap.

You whimpered, grinding against the strap hidden beneath her sweats that she had planned to surprise you with. You tugged at her hoodie, kissing up her neck, desperate for her attention. She ignored you, simply watching with dark eyes as you rutted against her covered cock, tears gathering from the lack of attention. Only when your hands reached to pull the toy free did she snatch your wrist and deliver three sharp slaps to your ass.

You squealed, collapsing against her chest. "Abby, please," you cried, rubbing your tears into her hoodie. "Please fuck me."

She gripped your hips and forced you to grind against her bulge. "How about you go in there and ask that freak to fuck you? Hm, slut? You'll take it from anyone, won't not?"

"No!" You moaned, grinding down your pulsing core even harder at her disrespectful words.

She lifted and spun you on her lap effortlessly so you were facing away from her, spreading your legs wide with her knees.

"No?" she mocked, grabbing your tits with both hands and molding them as she pleased. She pulled you back against her chest, one strong arm wrapping around you while the other slid down to your drenched core.

You jolted as soon as she touched you, your legs shaking. She rubbed hard circles on your swollen clit, tutting at your wetness.

You screamed, throwing your head back against her shoulder when she shoved two fingers inside without warning.

"Fuck, look at that sweet little pussy stretching for me," she taunted. You looked down and saw your pussy red and slick, squelching around her fingers. "Now tell me. Who do you want to fuck you?"

She pulled her fingers out and slapped her palm across your pussy. You yelped.

"You, Abby," you rasped.

She tugged you up slightly, pulling down her soaked joggers to free the strap. The arm around your chest slid to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse trip. "Who's the only one that can fuck this pussy?"

"You, Abby, please, only you, please, I want you, I want you." You writhed, grinding against nothing.

"Fuck," she groaned, finally pressing the head of the cock against your quivering folds. She dragged you closer by your neck and pushed the head up in to you slowly.

You whined as she bottomed out gently. That was the last soft thing she did.

She grabbed your shins and planted your feet on the seat beside her thighs so she could thrust up into you with force. Your loud moans broke with every pounding slam of her hips. Your hands scrambled for hers, now gripping your bouncing tits.

"Who owns this pussy?" she grunted. Her hips faltered. She was close.

"You, Abby. Fuck, you own me, you own all my holes, fuck, I am coming."

Your words sent her over the edge. She hooked her arms under your knees and folded you in half so she had full control. Your juices gushed around her thick cock as you squirted, soaking her lap. Her thrusts turned sloppy, her knees shaking from the pressure on her clit. She drove up in to you with three more powerful thrusts as she finished in her trousers, speaking in between pumps. "Good. Fucking. Slut."

She hugged your naked body tight and slowly ground you against her cock as the aftershocks faded. You whimpered as she felt you up possessively whilst laying open mouthed kisses across neck and side off your face.

you just nod in agreement with her— anything to make what’s coming to you less severe. abby always makes sure to remind you who’s in control the second you’ve stepped too out of line. and while abby’s more understanding, daddy’s not. daddy doesn’t like when her usually sweet girl catches an attitude.

a sigh escapes from abby lips as she sternly reminds you of what went wrong. “daddy told you to behave while we were at dinner with ellie and dina. but did my girl listen to that? no.”

abby sternly reminds you of what went wrong. all you can do is nod meekly.

abby continues forward until she has you back against the wall. she’s practically drunk off the fear in your eyes. there’s nothing abby loves more than feeling like a hunter ready to catch their prey. and then there’s you, always happily willing to play her victim.

a whisper escapes your throat. “i’m sorry, daddy. gonna be good, swear it. just wanted your attention ‘s all.”

sometimes your daddy is the smallest amount nicer when you apologize like a good girl. unbeknownst to you, she has absolutely no plans of playing nice tonight. how could your girlfriend anyways? she knows she was explicit enough in telling you to behave during her work happy hour benefit. being an orthopedic surgeon is a highly esteemed career, and she doesn’t want anything to break that illusion of the work version of herself.

“oh? you want my attention? fine,” abby daddy barks out before crouching in front of you. she roughly grabs your face before continuing, forcing your teary doe eyes to look into hers. “daddy’s gonna give your ass some attention now sweetheart. i think someone needs to learn a lesson.”

tears start to well up on your waterline. abby has to clench her thighs together from the sight. she can’t help getting off on her crybaby girlfriend. always crying to try to get out of trouble with her daddy, she muses internally.

but just in case, her stern expression drops a little in a knowing way. in the ‘we don’t have to play, we can stop’ way. you give her an assured smile back and give the tiniest shake of you head. and with that, her faces turns back into stone.

“you know where to go. meet me with everything but your panties off. on your stomach.”

“daddy?” another practically whispered question from you.

she looks at you expectantly. you take it as a sign to go on. “socks, please?” abby secretly melts hearing upon hearing the shyness in your voice. she doesn’t have it in her to reply back snarkily… this time.

“of course. now go,” she demands before pulling you on your feet and tapping you on the ass as a sign to hurry it up.

white lettuce trim socks and red polka dot panties are the only things left on your body as you anxiously wait for abby to come back. your shoes and dress have been put back in the closet, just how abby likes before she starts your punishment. something about ‘clean space, clear mind’ or whatever she said that one time.

you kick your feet up as you lay partially over the edge of the bed— it’s a nervous ticks that only comes out when you know you’re really in for it. your only thoughts revolve around how badly abby’s going to fuck you up tonight. and the very thought of manhandling you has a visible wet spot on your panties. even at her meanest, abby always has you seeing stars in the best ways possible.

abby lets you wait a few more minutes before she comes in. she loves how easily it is to get into your head when you know you’ve pushed her too far. you’re all too eager to get back on her good side when you remember how she’s not afraid to ruin your orgasms if that’s what it takes to have you acting better again.

the scene abby walks into immediately pleases her. you’re exactly where she told you to be, in exactly what she told you to be. “guess someone can listen, huh”, she muses out loud, ignoring your nervous squirming.

sensing you’re about to try to see what she’s doing, she reminds you of how fucked you already are. she refuses to give you the attention you want on your terms, not hers. the next few seconds feel agonizing as you hear her stalk towards you from behind. a predator and its prey, if you will. then, a sudden sharp pain floods your ass.

and another one on the right side. then one more on each side. you squeal, kicking out your legs. abby uses one hand to force your legs back down as she barks out, “stay fucking still. this is what you get for being a brat to your daddy. i’ll make you my good girl again. even if it takes all fucking night. so take what i give you, and be fucking grateful.”

she doesn’t allow a reply before five smacks are concurrently placed on your ass. your girlfriend isn’t feeling nice enough to give you time to adjust like she usually would. she alternates spots, sides, and strengths so you can’t anticipate what’s next. the third smack has you crying out. all abby tells you is “you can take it since you wanted to act up. five more. you better thank me.”

“fuck. fuck! thank you, daddy! thank you!” you babble out as soon as she spanks you for the fifth and last time. you’re cut off before you can babble out more with the feeling of abby’s index finger running along the soaked cloth covering your cunt.

“you’re fucking wet from me punishing you? god, i have such a pathetic little angel on my hands. and now i want those hands on you, making you beg. turn over.” it’s not a request— there’s a dominant edge to her tone.

whiplash practically takes over you with the speed you turn over with. there’s barely anytime to look into abby’s list filled eyes before you’re being pushed back onto the bed. her lips crash against yours the second your head hits the cloud-like pillows. abby’s lips taste like a woman who’s been starved— for her lover, at least. both of you shamelessly moan into each other’s mouths. it’s all too much, yet too little at once.

you both inhale a breath. once again, abby shows you no grace to adjusting to any part of this situation. “here’s the deal, pretty girl. i’m going to pull off these panties and eat you like it’s my last meal. but— and hear me— you are not allowed to cum. i swear to god if you do, you won’t come for a month.”

the credibility of that threat has a tear rolling down your left cheek. “oh, stop being such a baby. you did this to yourself,” abby cruelly spits out.

body shoved back down, abby pulls your underwear off in one quick motion. the sight of your drooling cunt has her feeling feral. all of that is just for her. because of her. it’s true, abby unabashedly loves seeing how worked up her girl gets just from barely being touched. it’s an ego boost, really. one she absolutely doesn’t need.

you watch her through thick eyelashes. she notices a twinge of color on your cheeks that wasn’t there thirty seconds ago; it makes her smirk reappear. god, how your daddy loves to see how much you squirm without even being touched yet. she knows all your buttons, and she’s ready to push them.

there’s no time to say anything before abby’s tongue finds home between your legs. a quick, exploratory lick has your body jolting right away. she knows your favorite spot but refuses to get there just yet. not a punishment if you’re enjoying it too much. that’s her take, anyways.

the loudest moan she’s heard so far rips out from your throat as she swirls her tongue over your throbbing clit. the fervor at which she swirls her tongue mimics a starved man finally eating. each move of her mouth has you closer to seeing stars. it’s too much yet too little all at once, causing you to squirm in protest of wanting more.

“stop fucking squirming.” mean words, followed by two buff arms holding your spread legs down.

each moment that goes by feels agonizing. abby’s fully eating you out now— no teasing left in her choices now. her nose bumps against your clit as the rest of her mouth covers every each that she can. it’s the wettest, sloppiest sex you’ve had all week. a full make out with your cunt scenario that you’re not allowed to fully enjoy… just yet.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. please! daddy, please, please. fuck!” babbles are spit out the second her nose bumps against you again. stars start to form for you. abby thinks you’re easy right now, you think she’s being too mean.

“don’t you fucking dare. i mean it, baby. i won’t let you cum for a month. daddy can get more mean, just you wait.”

another weak plea passes your lips, which causes abby to remove her mouth. a smack resonates out as she smacks your pussy in retaliation for forgoing her orders anyways. “wanna try that again?” her words are cruel again, practically daring you to disobey her again.

head shaking so fast you once again feel whiplash, you frown. “thought so,” abby mutters.

a wicked grin spreads on abby’s face again, but she doesn’t give a single word before she bends back over and attaches her mouth to your cunt again. you’ve gotten your final warning for the night; you know she isn’t playing one bit. the gasp she hears upon contact her her more pussy drunk. unfortunately for you, abby always stays focused, even while drunk on the slick between your thighs.

a harsh suck to your clit has you bucking your hips up. abby hums in appreciation before she does it again. and then two more times. each suck causes a loud whine that escapes your mouth. for once, abby doesn’t try and correct you. instead, she focuses on expertly swirling her tongue around like she’s a man starved. each move has you squeezing around her head.

as the minutes draw on you just get wetter and wetter. time feels suspended, until it suddenly doesn’t. you start to whine, which is instantly shut down with a ‘shut up’ from your girlfriend. as you go to ignore her orders, she suddenly plunges two fingers into you, eliciting a surprised shriek from you. yet again abby doesn’t let you speak before her fingers push in deeper until they hit that spongy spot inside of you.

the room becomes filled with moans that become louder as each second passes on day. ‘daddy please’ is brokenly spoken in between the moans of two women in love. begs and pleas fall go unheeded. the room radiates desire.

eventually, you become incoherent. your daddy is playing real mean tonight, much to your chagrin. you can’t take it anymore, causing a sob-like sound to emit from your throat. “please, please, daddy. i’ll be good. i promise,” you cry out. much to your delight, daddy’s eyes soften a little.

“just a little bit longer, sweet girl. daddy has to make sure you learn your lesson, yeah? you can take it honey,” coos abby. she wants to placate the clearly bubbling tantrum you’re about to throw. unknown to you by this point, she does want to let you have the best orgasm you think you’ve had all month. you always get this way after being teased endlessly.

bargains of “please i can’t,” i’ll be good daddy. swear it!” fill the room. only to be met with a stern reply. “daddy wasn’t making abt suggestions, sweetheart. you’re going to take it a little longer.” you don’t bother to reply. the fate becomes accepted.

as her finders fuck into you harder, the palm of her hand starts to smack by your mound. it deliciously hits your clit each time it impacts upon you. abby watches as your hips lift up higher and high, as does the pitch of your moans. then she notices the tremble in your left leg, the usual sign of your impending orgasm when you can’t hold it back anymore.

all your daddy wants to do is coo at you. she’s so proud of you, her beloved girl. the clenching of sheets, coupled with how your eyes are squeezed shut lets her know how much your fighting an orgasm. unbeknownst to you, abby is about to grant your one wish.

“such a good girl for me huh,” the dom coos out. “it’s okay baby, you can let go now. come for daddy. you’ve earned this.”

a wave of relief hits you like a wave crashing down once you process her words. your legs begin to shake as your breathing picks up. “such a good girl taking it for me. come for daddy, sweetheart.”

she doesn’t have to ask again before your legs violently shake, the imminent orgasm starting to spread across your body. another curl of her fingers push you over the edge, sending you into a mind blowing orgasm. a moan-scream escapes into the room, making abby smirk at her work. your toes curl as you see starts.

abby leans you back into the pillows, watching as your face blooms with a blissful look. the next thing you see after coming back to reality is abby gently shoving the straw of your water bottle into your mouth, letting in cold water to your now dry throat. she chuckles as you suck immediately. she wears you’ll suck anything that’s put by your lips.

“daddy’s best girl. i love you. took your punishment like a little superstar, huh?” her voice feels like a soft lullaby now. you don’t talk much after she makes your brain go to mush— words don’t come easily to you. abby understands. instead, she just moves closer to you, letting you curl into her chest.

five more minutes of softly spoken praises has you feeling a warm, glowy feeling in your chest. the fact you’re back to being a good girl is the only thought that comes across your mind before entering a restful sleep. you smile in your sleep once a kiss is placed upon your forehead.

Normally, this is where you’d stop. Pull back, lick your lips, wait for her to snap her fingers and tell you what she wants next.

But tonight, you don’t.

Her release floods your tongue, sweet and sharp, and you’re addicted. You keep licking, messier now, desperate to taste every drop.

“—the fuck are you doing?” she hisses, trying to steady her breath. “I said enough,”

You hum against her in answer, but you don’t stop. Your tongue drags slow circles over her clit, softer, gentler, but relentless. Sevika jolts, the reaction ripped from her body, her thighs clamping tighter around your head.

“stop, s-stop.” She sounds wrecked, more plea than order, and that only makes you go deeper. You slide your tongue lower, pushing past her folds, and Sevika groans like you’ve knocked the wind out of her.

Her hand fists your hair, tugging hard enough to sting, but not enough to rip you away. “Disobedient little shit,” she gasps. “You think I won’t, fuck!” Her hips buck against your mouth before she can finish the threat.

Every sound she makes only spurs you on. She’s panting now, chest rising and falling, curses spilling out between clenched teeth. Her body jerks with every lap of your tongue, overstimulation hitting her hard. When you suck her clit again, Sevika’s head slams back against the chair, a broken cry tearing out of her.

“Goddamn it you’re gonna kill me.”

She comes again, harder this time, nearly crushing your head between her shaking thighs. You lap it up like you’ve been starved, moaning into her until she pushes at you with trembling strength.

When you finally pull back, chin and lips soaked, Sevika looks absolutely ruined, sweat shining at her temples, her hair mussed, her chest heaving. She glares down at you, half-feral, half-breathless.

“You don’t get to decide when I’m done,” she growls, voice wrecked but sharp enough to sting. Her hand cups your jaw, thumb dragging across your messy lips. “You’re in so much trouble.”

Her chest is still rising and falling hard when you tilt your head, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, a smug grin stretching across your face.

“But you always overstimulate me,” you shoot back, breathless but defiant. “and I just take it. You can’t even handle three seconds of it? And people call you the big, strong, scary Sevika? Hah!”

The look she gives you is lethal.

Her hand snaps to the back of your neck, hauling you up until you’re straddling her thigh, your face inches from hers. Her eyes are dark, glassy with the high of her orgasm, but sharp as a blade as they lock on you.

“You’ve got a fuckin’ death wish, don’t you?” she growls, voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that makes your stomach flip with heat.

Her metal hand clamps around your waist, dragging you flush against her. You can feel the strength vibrating in her body, the tension that still hasn’t bled off from being pushed over the edge.

“You think you can mouth off to me after pulling shit like that? Acting like a greedy little brat?” She tilts your chin up with her fingers, making you meet her stare. “You don’t get to talk back when I’m the one who decides what your body can take.”

You try to sass back, “Guess I’m stronger than you, then” but the words barely leave your lips before she’s laughing, humorless, dark.

“Stronger? Cute.”

Her flesh hand slips down between your warmth, cupping you over your soaked underwear. She squeezes hard enough to make you gasp.

“You’re gonna regret that mouth,” she says, her smirk curling. “If you think I can’t take it, let’s see how long you last.”

Her thumb presses against your clit through the fabric, not teasing, not gentle, already relentless. You jolt, grabbing her shoulders for balance, and she doesn’t even give you a second before dragging her hand harder, faster, like she’s proving a point.

“Three seconds, huh?” she mocks, breath hot against your ear as she keeps working you with ruthless precision. “Bet you can’t even last two before you’re crying for me to stop.”

Her fingers are brutal, relentless, dragging circles against your clit through your panties until the fabric is soaked and your thighs are twitching. She thinks she’s got you— thinks you’ll crumble, beg, whimper “please Miss Sevika, stop!”

But you don’t.

Your nails dig into her shoulders, your hips buck helplessly, and still you don’t give her the satisfaction of tapping out. When your orgasm crashes down, it’s messy and violent, your whole body jolting against her thigh, a cry ripped from your throat.

She doesn’t stop.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it.” Her voice is a growl, hungry and mean. “Thought you were tough? Let’s see how tough you are when I wring another one out of you.”

Your legs quake, your underwear sticking to you, her fingers ruthless. You moan, gasping for air, and she smirks like she’s already won. But you don’t say it, you don’t say stop.

A second orgasm rips through you, faster this time, sharper, and still you hold on, clinging to her, teeth sinking into your lip to stifle a scream.

“Fuck,” Sevika hisses, eyes narrowing. She can feel it, you’re not giving in. You’re taking everything she’s dishing out, body spasming but refusing to quit.

“Look at you.” She shoves your panties aside, metal hand locking your hip in place as two thick fingers sink into you, pumping hard. You arch back with a cry, but your eyes stay locked on hers, defiant even as tears sting your lashes.

“Still not begging? Still not crying for me to stop?”

Your answer is a breathless laugh, broken but victorious, “Guess I’m stronger than you thought.”

Her jaw clenches. She drives her fingers deeper, curling them just right, fucking you through another orgasm, and another after that. By the fourth, you’re wrecked, drooling, shaking in her lap, but you haven’t given her what she wants.

Sevika’s breathing hard now, sweat on her temple, frustration carved deep into her features. She mutters a curse under her breath, watching you spasm around her fingers, watching you take it.