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scanning the area for any other signs of life, you cautiously approach the tree from which the girl hangs by her ankle, rope taut.

you’re half-hoping she’s already dead - it’s better than whatever the rattlers would have in store for her. but when you’re close enough to reach out and feel for a pulse, her weak heartbeat thumps against your index and middle finger.

“shit,” you hiss, cursing yourself for wanting to help. whoever this girl is, she’s either not from around here or just plain stupid. and maybe you’re just as stupid for cutting her down.

when her body hits the gravel, the girl gasps awake, groaning in pain as her hands fly to her hip. her fingers emerge red from the blood-soaked cotton of her tank top.

you watch with curiosity, knuckles going pale as you grip your pocket knife tight.

the brunette coughs dryly, her body weak. she pushes herself up onto all fours and finally turns her head to look at you, green eyes wide with confusion and surprise.

“could’ve gotten yourself killed,” you say, just loud enough for her to hear. “or worse. rattlers all over this part of town.”

“rattlers,” the girl croaks, eyes flitting to the knife in your hand. “the fuck’s a rattler?”

you arch a brow. “seriously?”

as the girl stumbles to her feet, she grunts again in pain and presses her palm against her hip. she ignores you, instead scanning the area for something. when she finds it, she limps over to an overgrown patch of grass and pulls a backpack from the ground.

“you’re hurt,” you say as the brunette shrugs on her backpack. her eyes search the gravel for something else - a pocket knife, you notice, the silver glinting in the afternoon light. she picks that up too, doesn’t flip it closed. her green eyes flicker over to you.

“i’m looking for someone,” she tells you, voice gravelly. “abby’s her name.”

“if she’s as careless as you, the rattlers already have her.”

“thought i made it clear i don’t know what the fuck a rattler is.”

you snort. “keep making stupid choices and you’ll find out.”

the girl sets her jaw, expression stone-cold. you glower back at her, too exhausted from the hours of walking you’ve done today to be afraid of her. she’s clearly out of her depth here, anyway.

“slavers,” you say, folding up your knife and stuffing it into your pocket. “they set those traps. they catch you, you’re fucked. so… you’re welcome.”

after a beat, you turn on your heel and start walking away. you’ve found enough supplies to keep you going for a while, and this block’s too hot. you’re ready to call it a day and head home.

when you’re still within earshot of the brunette, you pause, turning your head. “come with me and i’ll patch you up, get you some food, maybe help you find this… abby.”

you shoot a glance at the girl, whose eyebrows are knitted together. the blood on her face has gone dark, drying to a crust on her forehead.

“or stay here. choice is yours.”

when you start walking again, it’s not long before you hear a second set of footsteps approaching behind you. reaching into the side pocket of your backpack, you pull out a metal canister of water and offer it to the girl. she takes it wordlessly, gulping down mouthfuls of water as you trudge through the barren neighborhood.

“god dammit,” ellie cries, knuckles going white as she grips the edge of her seat, alcohol stinging the open wound on her side. you mutter a quiet sorry, wiping smears of blood from her skin until only her wound remains angry and red.

“good news is you don’t need stitches,” you tell her, reaching for your first-aid kit. you wrap her wound with bandages and hand her a clean shirt, her blood-soaked tank discarded on the floor. she pulls on the t-shirt with cautious movements, careful not to disturb her freshly-wrapped wound. you dip your hands into a bucket of water to wash the blood off.

the boat rocks calmly with the rhythm of the waves, the gentle whoosh of the ocean outside a soothing white noise. ellie’s quiet, still catching her breath. you kick off your boots, stretching your legs out. god only knows how many miles you’ve walked today.

“why are you helping me?”

ellie’s question breaks the silence, her voice still hoarse. when you spare a glance her way, you find her already looking at you, eyes narrowed just so.

you shrug. “honestly? i felt sorry for you.”

ellie laughs humorlessly. “great, well… thanks, i guess.”

“you’re really not from around here?”

she shakes her head, eyes downcast. she taps her foot against the rug on the floor.

“i came here to find someone.”

“abby,” you say, nodding. “who’s she?”

a family member? a girlfriend, maybe? you’re not sure, but the still-human part of you hopes it’s not the latter. ellie’s pretty - freckled cheeks and toned arms, careful lines of ink decorating her skin, her hair somehow falling perfectly into her eyes. god, it’s been a while since you’ve looked at someone like this. it almost feels wrong. almost.

“long story.” ellie runs a hand through her hair, glances back over at you. “i have some unfinished business with her.”

not a girlfriend or a family member, you conclude, if the hatred in ellie’s eyes is any indication. you nod, not wanting to pry further.

“i don’t know anyone who goes by abby,” you confess, “but i can help you find her. or at least… i can tell you how to not get caught by the rattlers again.”

“yeah,” ellie says. when she’s quiet for another few moments, you stand up and grab the bucket at your feet, the water within it pink with ellie’s blood. you walk out onto the boat deck and toss the water over the edge, watching it splash into the sea. the weather has turned moody again, gray clouds rolling in with the coastal wind.

you fix a meal of canned baked beans and half-stale crackers, trying not to stare too long as ellie scarfs down the food like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. and, well, maybe she hasn’t. she’s quite thin, you had noticed, despite the lean muscles that define her frame.

the sun has already dipped below the horizon by the time you’re finished with dinner. your bed, at the back of the boat, is already calling your name - your legs are sore and tired from a long day of walking. call it naivety, but you’re not too nervous about sleeping near ellie. despite that threatening gaze when she’d talked about abby, she seems relatively harmless. or maybe you’re just being reckless, wooed by her good looks and mysterious charm. it’s embarrassing how drawn to her you are - so much so that you offer her a spot on your bed for the night.

“i can’t do that,” she responds, one hand rubbing the back of her neck.

“it’s that or risk dying from exposure outside,” you deadpan. she almost smiles, exhaling quickly in something akin to a laugh.

“you pulled my leg.”

so you end up in bed together, stripped down to your underwear in the long-unwashed sheets. you hadn’t asked ellie to undress, but she’d peeled her bloodstained jeans off anyway, settling into the mattress beside you. over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore outside, you hear her breathing quietly. you stare up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep.

“thank you,” ellie says suddenly. you turn to look at her in the dark, her face finally clean of blood and sweat. she doesn’t look at you, eyes trained on the ceiling.

“it’s nothing.” you shrug a shoulder.

except that it’s not nothing - you haven’t had company in months. you’ve been on your own for so long you’d almost forgotten what it’s like to share a space with someone else, to eat together and share a mattress with someone, completely at their mercy should they have bad intentions. it’s a kind of trust you’re not accustomed to doling out to strangers.

but something about doing this for ellie feels right.

or maybe you’re just an idiot. who’s to say?

as the boat cabin darkens with night, you turn over onto your side, facing ellie. she finally shifts her gaze to you, pupils wide in the dark.

“you’re not gonna kill me in my sleep, are you?”

the question seems to take ellie by surprise, because her eyebrows shoot up her forehead.

“after you saved my skin?” she scoffs. “god, no.”

“good,” you murmur, chewing on the inside of your cheek. before you can reconsider, you blurt, “but i guess a pretty girl killing me is a fine way to go.”

ellie’s silent just long enough for you to mentally scold yourself for the tasteless comment. you nearly chew a hole into your cheek until ellie’s voice cuts through the quiet. “you like girls?”

there’s a sudden lump in your throat. you nod, hesitant. “yeah. i do.”

the brunette turns onto her side, wincing just slightly at the pressure the movement places on her wound. you open your mouth to tell her to be careful when she reaches out to cup your cheek, her fingertips rough against your skin.

“this is stupid,” she murmurs, her thumb stroking over your cheekbone. “tell me to stop.”

your heart thumps wildly in your chest, pounding against your ribcage. your skin burns where ellie’s touching you.

“i won’t,” you whisper, and that’s all you can say before she’s kissing you.

it’s been ages since anyone’s touched you, let alone kissed you - that must be why your stomach turns with arousal almost instantly, a fire stoking between your legs. ellie tastes like salt, her tongue prodding against your lips until you open your mouth to allow her in. her hand moves to the back of your neck to hold you in place as she kisses you, lips wet and smooth against yours. you sigh into the kiss, somehow unafraid to melt under her touch.

you’re dizzy with want as ellie trails kisses down your neck, her fingers sliding under the elastic band of your sports bra. when you pull back to remove it, exposing your chest for her to see in the dark, she lets out a heavy sigh before her palms reach out to cup each of your tits and squeeze. the calloused pads of her thumbs brush over your taut nipples and you gasp, tangling a hand in ellie’s hair to steady yourself.

you’re not sure how exactly you end up naked in her lap, her fingers sinking into your soaked cunt as she sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of your throat. you moan, cunt tensing around her fingers, and ellie pulls back to watch you with half-lidded eyes as her hand works between your legs.

“fuck, that’s so good,” you croon, grinding down against ellie’s hand. she curls her fingers inside you, prodding at your g-spot until you’re whining her name, already feeling your orgasm approaching far too fast.

ellie groans at the wet sounds of her fingers buried in your pussy, your arousal leaking down her hand. every thrust of her fingers produces a lewd squelch, and if you weren’t so fucked out, you might’ve found it in yourself to be embarrassed. instead, you drop your head to ellie’s shoulder and mewl, hips rocking weakly as she finger-fucks you so deep you see stars.

“i’m c-close,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. ellie wraps her free arm around your waist to hold you steady, fingers never slowing as they plow into you from below.

“i got you,” ellie murmurs in response, her palm pressing against your clit. you let out a wrecked moan and ellie smiles at you in the dark, a slight curve of her lips that makes your stomach flutter.

you come with a gasp, the air stolen from your lungs by the sensation of ellie’s fingers rubbing deliciously against your g-spot, her palm warm and firm against your puffy clit. seeking comfort, you lean your forehead against ellie’s, body shaking with every tremor of pleasure she manages to pull out of you. you’re not sure if it’s just the dark boat cabin or the force of your orgasm that has your vision going black, but when you finally emerge from the thick haze of your orgasm, ellie’s fingers have left your cunt empty, her hand rubbing soothing circles over your lower back.

“good?” she prompts, nose nudging against yours. your heart stutters at the way she asks - like she’s looking for reassurance. you nod.

“really good.”

the two of you tumble around in bed for half the night, careful not to reopen the patched-up wound on ellie’s side. you mouth at her pussy and dip your fingers into the slick heat of her arousal, let her climb on top of you and slot yourselves together so your soaked cunts can find friction against one another. after you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed, you fall into a dreamless slumber, curled up against ellie’s side in the tiny cabin bed.

when you wake up to find the bed empty and cold beside you, part of you isn’t surprised. you stretch out on the mattress, flashes of the night before playing out in your mind - the heat of ellie’s breath, the warmth of her touch, the welcome sight of her smile.

you never end up seeing her again.

truth is, a lot of things she wants, are things you could do to her. to have you in control, to have her pleasure in your palms. she’s just gotta find the right time to ask you without scaring you off.

she’d start with less direct experimenting. tamer things like sucking your fingers or having you guide her while she rides you, anything to hint to you that she likes you taking a bit more control at times.

ellie asks for more and more, and you’ve noticed. how, whenever she’d be sitting in your lap, she’d play with your hands, encouraging you to hold her face, only to slip a digit or two past her lips and along her tongue.

what’s even better: you can tell how much she loves it. she gets this glossed over kind of look in her eyes, fully getting off on having you invade her mouth.

she decides that, maybe confronting you, indirectly at least, while mid-makeout would be the best course of action. it’s not like it’d hurt anyone to ask.

one night, she’d be straddling your lap, her thighs squeezed around yours. her hands would run over your shoulders and biceps, her lips meeting yours in wet, languid kisses.

carefully, her hands would cover yours, holding her hips in a firm grip, rolling her back and forth over your half-hard crotch. you know she’s obsessed with your cock, no reason not to indulge her when she feels so good, ending each kisses with a gasp into your lips.

ellie, trying to push for more, reaches down to cup your bulge. her lips drag down your collar, like she’s trying to overwhelm your senses.

sensitive to her to touch, you pinch her chin and peel her face back to look at you. “el, what’re you doing?” she looks up at you, almost with a smirk as she massages your cock through your pants. your length strains against the fabric and into her hand, only making her want you more.

“can i suck you off?” she blurts out, a whisper against your neck, licking her lips when she glances down to see just how intimidating your cock is, that it’s exciting.

you crack a smile, holding her chin and sliding your thumb past her half parted lips, pressing it down onto her tongue. “ohhh, that’s why you’ve been so clingy?” you tease, only to guide her off the bed, nudging her onto her knees at your feet.

she nods, her palms cupping the inside of your thighs. looking up at you, she has a slightly cocky, wanton expression, leaning into your hold. “mhm,” she garbles around your thumb.

ellie grabs at your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear down to your hips. “off,” she murmurs, trying to get them further down. you grab your bottoms from the back seam, lifting your hips to do it yourself. but the second she can, ellie drags them down, letting your clothes fall to your ankles.

no longer just a bulge, your cock sits heavy against your stomach. ellie stares for a good minute. she’s seen your cock, but being so close and personal, close enough to see how full the veins are, thrumming with want, only a few inches of distance from her nose, is new.

sliding your thumb from her lips with a pop, you push her bangs back, holding the back of her head, watching her do whatever it is you want her to. “this is what you wanted this whole time?” you mutter, a bit breathless.

ellie, who’s gaze never left yours, smiles, her brows still furrowed while she leans, trying to get more out of you after waiting so long. “you say that like i’m not allowed to want you. of course, wanted to have you like this for a looong time.”

you let out a sigh, the hand not in her hair grabbing at the base of your cock. palming it, you pull her closer by the back of her hair. “open up, cmon,” you croon, running your thumb through her hair.

her mouth spills open in a soft “ahh,” her tongue stuck out to take you. a moment passes before you test something out: smacking the weighty tip of your dick onto her tongue. ellie flinches, her shoulders tensing up, but only a for second, as her frame melts into yours, her lips sealed around your head.

gripping her hair tight in your fist, you slide your cock back and forth, warm across her tongue. you can feel her relax into it, bobbing her head instead of having you guide.

hell, if anything, she likes watching you come apart for her like this, your dick slotted down her throat, held down by the hips. but sure, pretend you’ve got her in your palm.

not like any kind of self control lasts very long. “e-el,” you stammer out, trying to buck into the warm hold of her mouth before her hold on your hips keeps you down. you’d beg, but when your gaze meets hers, carefully controlling, you know better.

each slow, drawn out suck she makes is perfect. “ellie, you feel so good. don’t– ah god– don’t stop, please don’t stop.” watching her with baited breath, you keep your hands to yourself, the show she’s putting on is too much to interrupt.

she loves it, you can tell. she’s slack jawed, taking you to the back of her throat. her eyes are heavy, drunk and obsessed with how full she is from getting face fucked. ellie doesn’t gag, every slurp of your cock done just so she get more, her grip tight on your hips to keep you just where she needs you.

panting, your back arched and looming over her, you toy with her hair to distract from the mess she’s made on your cock. “feels… f-fuck, you feel s’ good, el.”

her lips wrapped around your head, fluttering and overly sensitive, you mewl, clipped from just how sweet her tongue feels flitting over the tip of your cock. “shit- i-“ you moan, your back straightening as you clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to hide just how good it feels.

ellie’s having none of it. her tongue trails up the underside of your cock, wet drool dripping down her chin. even with spit and precum mixed in frothy bubbles at the corners of her lips, ellie still gives you a disapproving hum.

her hum vibrates through your shaft, adding heat to the bubbling pleasure in your belly. you can’t even whine into your hand, ellie snatching your palm from your face, forcing it onto her head, showing you just how to have her fuck you.

“el, fuck– when’d you get so good at this?” you mutter, trying to joke even with your dick in the heat of her mouth. “cause– ugh– you feel fucking amazing.” ellie gives you a brief flicker of her gaze, eyes heavy and wanton as she bobs up and down.

that little second of eye contact, where all she wants is you, is enough to break the fragile dam built, boiling over. “fuck, f-fuck!” you cry out, both hands tangling in her hair, shoving her down the length of your shaft.

ellie’s nose is nestled in the patch of hair about your cock, gagging for the first time once she’s held down. her eyes shoot open, grabbing your thighs for some kind of support while you rock past her lips.

your cock twitches, your cum sliding down her tongue. with your eyes squeezed shut and panting, you ride it out, twitching and give half-assed nudges as your cock pulses in an overwhelm of pleasure.

tired and buzzy, you peek at the mess you’ve now both made. met with ellie’s wide gaze, you puff, pulling out with a whine. “shit– i-i’m so sorry baby,” you mutter, wiping her wet lips, swollen from all the attention she’s been giving your leaky cock. “are you alright, was i too rough on you at the end? i-i’ve just never done this?.”

It was a box with something written in big pink lettering, and on the front was a diagram of… a very obvious sex toy. Your heartrate sky rocketed as you took the box out of her hands, far more aggressively than you intended and you turned it over a few times, checking the package for any signs of damage. Ellie was standing there, her hands still in the gesture of how she had been holding the box not a few seconds ago. “What the fuck is—”

“Okay, listen,” You started off, swallowing a little and trying to organize your thoughts. How the hell would you even begin this? “Listen… It was a dumb idea I had a few weeks ago, and I just… Fuck, I planned on doing this in a better way.”

“That’s a Bluetooth vibrator,” Ellie said, still flabbergasted. “That is… that’s a—”

“I know,” You hit yourself in the face with the box. “I know. Its stupid, isn’t it?”

Ellie took the package back from your hands and twirled it in between those long fingers of hers. You couldn’t keep yourself from admiring the slender curves of her hand and how her tattoo blended down to the backside where her veins jutted out. Fuck, you loved Ellie’s hands, so much.

Very slowly, she reached up with one of those gorgeous ass hands and curled those long fingers into your shirt. Before you could even ask what the plan was, she was shoving the box into your palm and laying herself flat down on the bed. “We’re going out tonight.”

“Huh?” You tilted your head a little, confused at first and then immediately blushing as Ellie began to wrestle with the buckle of her belt. Shivers raced all down your spine as your girlfriend went from fully clothed to half naked in record time. Her jeans were wrapped around her ankles, stopped at the converse on her feet, and her legs were spread as wide as she could get them to go. “Ellie, you just—”

“Don’t try to rationalize it, baby,” Ellie huffed, sitting on her elbows. From this angle, you could see just how her cunt was glistening in the sunlight through your third story window. “Don’t do that thing again.”

“What thing?” You immediately deflected.

“The thing! That… that fucking thing you always do where you second-guess yourself and think your way out of taking risks.”

“Uhm, I don’t think my way out of—”

Ellie kicked you in the thigh, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to shut you up. “You bought the fucking vibrator, didn’t you?” You nodded quickly, looking at the box still wrapped in plastic. “Then shut the hell up, and use it.”

The adrenaline rushed all over your body as you began to fumble with the packaging. You got so desperate that you reached into Ellie’s jean pocket to flip out her switchblade, cutting the plastic off the box and sitting on the bed between Ellie’s spread knees. She bit her lip, tucking her arms behind her head and waiting patiently for your next move. “Don’t forget to read the—”

“I know, I know, read the fuckin’ instructions; god, you’re like my math teacher.”

Ellie made a mocking moan in your direction, rolling her hips forward in order to tease you with just the right amount of bravado that you felt dizzy. Of course, it all went away with her smart-ass remark. “Oh, I love it when you talk trigonometry to me baby.”

Immediately, you snorted as you flipped through the little instruction manual and tried to focus. Ellie wasn’t done teasing you though. “Yeah, Pythagorean the fuck out of me—”

“Okay, done talking now!” You bent over her body and put your whole hand on her mouth, holding in your giggles as she huffed against your palm. The heat of her body was bleeding through your clothes as you continued to read the directions for the vibrator, learning about the process of syncing it to your phone and then creating a custom wave pattern.

And then, you read the fine print. “Fuck… We gotta charge it for at least 2 hours.”

Ellie immediately started laughing, putting both hands on her face and turning away. “Are you kidding, my pussy is out for nothing?!”

“Oh, shut up,” You sat down on her waist and took the cord from the box, plugging up the toy to your wall outlet and enjoying the sight of Ellie underneath you… Well, you always enjoyed that sight, but this time it was extra cute. She was a soft, giggly mess and had her hands on your thighs, gently digging patterns in the denim on your body. You sighed, looking down with that hazy expression you always had when looking at Ellie Williams for too long. “Fuck, you’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

Ellie smirked. “I do know that. Kind of a low bar though, considering you only know about five other girls—Ow!” She flinched when you swatted her in the middle of the forehead, making her go cross-eyed for a split second and look up at you with the biggest grin on her face. “Okay, okay, a solid six girls.”

“Okay… Now you’re really done talking,” You began to slowly slide yourself back until you re-slotted between Ellie’s legs and nudged them apart.

“What are you—oh! Oh, uh…” Ellie whimpered, her hands gripping at the fabric of her gray hoodie and looking down as she felt your fingers stroking between her folds, feeling her practically tremble in your grasp. “Y-Y-Yeah… that— that works…”

Those two hours felt like the longest of your life. It took you a solid 30 minutes to get ready while Ellie was done in about half the time. You opted for your red sweater dress that clung onto the curves of your body, a pair of soft leggings and black boots for the winter weather.

Ellie wore a cleaner hoodie, black and white with a jean jacket overtop and her favorite acid wash jeans and switching out her converse for those doc martens. Rings decorated her fingers, and her hair was pulled up to show off her undercut. Who gave her the right to be so hot?

Before you two got ready, you had synced the vibrator up to your phone and helped Ellie slip it inside of her. It was snug inside of her pussy, pressing against her sweet spot and her clit at the same time, which made you feel like you held so, so much power in the palm of your hand. You pulled out the app and bit your lip as Ellie grabbed her keys from the table. “Did you want to test it?”

“Worth a shot,” You opened up the app. “Otherwise I wasted my money.”

It took a few seconds for the screen to boot up, but you got hit with those wavelength charts immediately. Very carefully, you pushed your thumb down on the reader, slowly dragging it up and watching for Ellie’s reaction. You saw her fist clench up in her pocket and you smirked, slamming it to the highest setting and listening to the squeal that left her throat.

Ellie nearly collapsed, her back hitting the wall as she squeezed her thighs together and trembled in place. Her face twisted in what some might think was pain, but you knew better. Her teeth snagging on her bottom lip told a very different tale. You left it at the highest setting for a second, watching her fists curl into her jeans before you cut the toy off.

The gasp that left her throat was strangled, raspy, and pathetic. Ellie whined and looked up at you, her face burning a deep red. “Please… please for the love of fucking God, tell me that’s as high as it gets.”

“Mmmm, yep. That’s the highest setting,” You hummed with approval and reached for your car keys and jacket. Ellie was a bit wobbly on her feet for a second but managed to hold herself together in the end. “Why, you wanna try that again?”

“F-Fuck,” Ellie huffed, a hand going to her chest. “Don’t… make me cum before we’ve even done anything tonight.”

You held the door open for her to walk out and grabbed Ellie’s ass before she could fully walk away, making her jump and look up at you with the biggest glare you’d ever seen on her. “I promise nothing, Ellie.”

While you were waiting on the vibrator to charge, Ellie talked you into making a reservation at your favorite Italian restaurant. You wouldn’t ever miss an opportunity to eat your weight in chicken alfredo so without hesitation, you agreed.

You were nice the whole car ride there. Mainly because Ellie wanted to drive and if you turned the vibe on while she was behind the wheel, she would be squirming and may rear-end someone in your car, which is the last thing you wanted to explain to the cops.

Once at the restaurant and taken to the table, you were absently scrolling through tumblr on your phone, pretty much messing with her. Every time your thumb stroked upward on the screen, Ellie would tense up, almost bracing for what you were planning on doing. After ten full minutes of her not feeling anything, Ellie began to visibly relax.

“You’re stressing me out,” She muttered, taking a slow sip from her glass of water.

You smirked, leaning forward and gently taking her hand, your thumb stroking across her knuckles and keeping eye contact with her. “Why? Just casually sitting here not doing anything—”

“Exactly,” Ellie seethed. “You’re not doing anything. You have any idea how fuckin’ wet I am right now?”

Your cheeks heated up and you giggled, trying to stifle your laughter with your hand as a server approached you both at the table. This seemed like the perfect time… Ellie was distracted, talking to the server about the drink menu and attempting to find what kind of alcohol she wanted that evening, and you casually unlocked your phone.

In the middle of Ellie asking the server about the Long Island iced tea, you kicked the vibrator up halfway. In a split second, Ellie jerked in her seat so badly that her knee smashed the underside of the table, nearly knocking the water glass over.

“Fuck,” Ellie winced, bending over for a second and huffing in pain and pleasure, closing her green eyes that were starting to tear up. The server looked beyond concern and looked to you for assistance. You slowly reached across the table and gently placed a hand in front of Ellie to get her attention.

“Are you okay baby?”

“I’m fine,” She snapped at you and looked back to the server, finishing her order and then glaring at you from across the table. You took your sweet ass time to put in your order and kept glancing over at Ellie who put a hand over her mouth and looked in the other direction, stifling her moans as best she could.

The server finally walked away, and Ellie kicked your foot from under the table. Of course, the vibrator was still going, and she was trying so hard not to moan. Her hands flexed against the side of the table, and she bent forward, a whimper escaping her as she looked at you with a soft pleading look.

Showing mercy, you turned it down, but didn’t turn it off. Ellie let out a big sigh of relief and panted, chewing her bottom lip and trying to calm herself down. “F-Fuck you…”

“Baby,” You turned it back up, higher this time, and the sound that left Ellie was so vulgar, people started to stare at you both. Ellie immediately covered her mouth with both hands and hid her face away, trying to play it cool and act normal… but that was not an easy task with the toy buzzing against her sweet spots. “You don’t wanna give me that bratty attitude right now. Trust me.”

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m s-sorry— fuck, just… fuck, fuck, fuck please?” Ellie’s voice was hushed and just barely above a whisper, her brows furrowed and her entire body shaking with pleasure. A few seconds went by, and you turned the vibrator off. Ellie collapsed and dropped her forehead down on the table’s surface, trying not to cry. “Shit… thank you.”

“Last time I’ll be nice, sweetheart,” You said, stroking the tip of your shoe along the inside of her calf. Ellie looked up, tears brimming in her eyes, and she wiped her face with the napkin in front of her. You just smirked, taking another sip of water and watching your poor girlfriend look beyond miserable.

The rest of the night was just like this. Whenever Ellie was distracted or caught off guard, you cranked the vibrator up to medium speed. She was getting better at containing her moans, but she couldn’t keep herself from squirming around in her seat. It was so adorable to watch her feel so helpless and pathetic in front of you. Ellie was at your mercy, through and through, and she fucking knew it too.

There was a massive wet spot on her jeans, and the skin on her bottom lip was raw and slightly bloody. Teeth marks were indented into her hand, and she had cried two separate times during dinner. You had been keeping it at the lowest setting and Ellie couldn’t sit still even if she wanted to. It felt so good against her cunt, and she just wanted you to fuck her on the table in the restaurant, but you insisted on dragging it out.

The server returned one last time to bring the check and you looked at Ellie, biting your lip and casually dragging the vibrator speed up and down on your screen. Her entire face was bright red, and she had to look away, biting on her bicep as she gasped and shivered in place. The speed changing was absolute torture for her, and every time she was close to cumming, you would stop it completely and she would sob.

“We’ll pay together,” You reached your hand out and took the check from out of the server’s hand. The screen on your phone was bright and he glanced down at it, seeing the words and suddenly realizing exactly what was happening. “You’ll have to excuse my girlfriend,” You smirked. “She’s not feeling well.”

Ellie looked up when you turned the vibrator off and you swore that she had never looked so mad in her life. “G-Gonna fucking… end you…”

“No rush, just pay when you’re ready,” The server said quickly, walking away from the table and avoiding eye-contact with both of you. The smirk that graced your face as you pulled your wallet out of your bag and placed your credit card down was not lost on Ellie who panted and whimpered, putting her face down next to her now empty plate and practically drooling on the table.

“Poor thing,” You cooed sweetly, reaching out and stroking your hand across her head through her auburn locks. “You ready to go home?”

“Right. Fucking. Now.” Ellie stood up from her seat and the second her back was to you, you kicked the toy back on. She stumbled in place, grabbing at the back of the seat and shaking in place as her thighs squeezed together and her heart rate went through the roof.

You casually stood from your seat and took the check to the front counter, paying for the bill and all but dragging Ellie to the car. Ellie was literal seconds away from cumming in her jeans and she crawled into the passenger seat this time around. As soon as you closed the driver’s side door, she screamed and slammed her whole body against the seat.

“Fuck! Oh fuckingGOD!” Ellie’s voice was so high pitched and whiny that you decided to let her have this one. She slowly ground into her seat and her eyes rolled back before she let out those familiar cries of euphoria, the vibrator finally pushing the girl over the edge. Ellie hissed and you watched the wet spot on her jeans simply grow damper with every passing second.

Her climax hit hard, and when you were simply shoving the car into drive and did not turn off the vibrator, Ellie wanted to cry. She began to reach for your phone to turn it off when you yanked it from her hands and tucked it away into your bra. “Nuh-uh, baby.”

“W-what?!” Ellie gasped, staring at you for a second before she hit her fist against the door, looking down and wrestling with the belt on her waist. “S-Shit, I can’t keep it—”

“You can, and you will,” You demanded. You knew how sensitive Ellie got after cumming, and you just couldn’t keep yourself from torturing her. Ellie continued to yank on her jeans, and she pushed them down around her thighs, along with her boxers. You glanced over, watching her rest against the door and saw her poor hands trembling. “Good girl… Don’t take it out yet, okay? Not until we’re home.”

“M-momma, please,” Ellie pleaded, tears streaking down her face as she tried to hold herself back and not pull the toy out of her pussy. Now that none of her clothing was in the way, you could hear the intense buzzing against her wet cunt and it was the best sound ever, right underneath Ellie’s cries for mercy. “Please, it’s t-too m-m-mu-much…”

“Aww, I know sweetie, but you can take it, can’t you?” Very slowly, you reached over with one hand and gently rubbed at her stomach, feeling the vibrations of the toy on her skin and her rapid breathing that fogged up the windows. She yanked off her jean jacket and grabbed your hand, taking two of your fingers into her mouth and sucking on them desperately. You smirked.

“Almost home, sweetheart,” You teased, pulling into the parking lot and moving the gear shift to stop the car. You slowly pulled out your phone and cut the vibrator off, watching the poor girl seethe with unbridled rage at you turning it off. “Aww, poor thing, you wanted to cum again?”

“Y-Yes, yes yes yes momma! Pleaaaaase!”

She sounded so fucking pathetic when she begged like that. How could you refuse? You opened the door and glared at her. “Pants on, baby. We’re going upstairs.”

You had pretty much snapped as you dragged Ellie upstairs. In seconds, you were ripping off all her clothes, almost tearing the laces of her docs and shoving her face first into the bed with her feet on the floor. There was no point in wasting time with your fingers; she was fucking drenched and you wanted to fuck her.

The sound of your name echoing off the walls as she screamed into the mattress was addictive. Ellie grabbed the edge of the bed, tears staining the sheets as your hips smacked against hers, ass bouncing and body jolting forward with every thrust of that thick strap in her pussy.

“FUCK! Fuck me! Ohgod, just like that! Harder! D-Don’t s-stop!” Ellie was begging, her legs trembling as you railed her without mercy. Every once in a while, you would deliver a rough smack to her ass, leaving handprints in your wake on her skin and listening to her squeak when you did so.

“Y-you sound like such a fucking slut,” You barked, bending down and pressing your chest to her back, a hand sliding up and grabbing at her hair. You yanked Ellie’s head back, forcing her to tilt her head up and scream out loud instead of muffling her noises. “Screaming and begging for my cock in that pretty pussy, babygirl.”

“Nnnnhhhh,” Ellie groaned through her teeth and you stared at her eyes rolling all the way back in her head, biting her lip and drawing blood in the process. “S-So fucking c-close—”

“You wanna cum baby?” You whispered against her ear, gently biting her neck and feeling her shiver. “Beg for it. Beg for me to make you fucking cum, baby. Come on, you can do it…”

“M-Momma please,” Ellie huffed, the bed groaning under the stress of your thrusts. You didn’t dare stop, your breathing ragged and angry against her neck. “Please, please, please! I-I’ve been s-so good! I’ll b-be such a good girl, I p-promise!”

Goddamn.

Ellie was so cute when she was begging to cum, and you just couldn’t refuse her. Standing back up straight, you grabbed at her ass and began yanking her back to meet your thrusts, digging your nails into her skin and admiring her lean muscles and the freckles that littered her gorgeous skin. Sweet fucking Jesus, she was the hottest fucking girl you’d ever seen.

“Yeah? You been a good girl?” You grinned like a wolf, marking and claiming your prey in the most primal way. Ellie was yours, through and through, and she had no problem making it known by screaming your name until her throat was dry and her breath was long gone. “Come on baby, mommy’s perfect little whore… Fucking cum on this dick!”

Ellie’s voice began to raise in pitch, her head tilting back and her fingers curling into the bedsheets in front of her. The cries she made sounded like those of pain, her voice cracking and breaking as you made her fucking whimper for your strap.

For a second, she went silent. Her mouth hung open and gaping as she inhaled… and then Ellie screamed to high heaven, her entire body shaking as she collapsed into the bed and quivered against your movements.

You fucked the poor woman right through the orgasm of a lifetime, her body shaking and her knees giving out as you began to slow down and admire your work. The bedsheets under her face were covered in tears and drool, her ass swollen and red with hand marks and her neck littered with bites and hickies. So pretty, and all  for you.

Very carefully, you removed the fake cock from her and watched Ellie quiver, clenching around nothing and already missing the addictive fullness that came from you stuffing her like a turkey on thanksgiving.

“Babygirl,” You cooed softly, crawling into the bed after you put your strap away and rubbing up and down her spine. Ellie panted, turning over to look in your eyes and give your lips the gentlest kiss ever while wiping tears away from her lashes. “That’s my girl… are you okay?”

“A-are you fucking kidding?” She laughed breathlessly, which put your mind at ease.

“That good, huh?” You nuzzled your nose against hers, falling onto her shoulder and kissing along the freckles on her skin. “God, you did so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Nnnnn, I know,” She teased back. “I’m always your good girl, momma.”

It took all of your strength to stand up and go to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth and a bottle of water from the fridge. Ellie hadn’t even moved from the spot you left her in. You coaxed her into lifting her ass up from the bed and gently wiped at her stretched-out pussy, wiping away her juices and making her squirm in your grasp.

“I know baby, I know,” You kissed at her asscheeks covered in welts, trying to stop her squirming and making it as quick as possible. Whenever the cloth dragged over her clit, her hips bucked forward, attempting to escape from the friction. Finally done, you eased her back down and helped slip a new pair of boxers on, picking out the softest ones she owned and kissing at her spine. “Good girl… there we go, all better?”

Ellie nodded, still dealing with aftershocks of her orgasm. You helped her turn over, sat her up, and offered the water to her, which she drank almost half of.

“Hmhm, that was fun,” You grinned, kissing her face and pulling her against your body. Ellie immediately shoved her entire face into your chest and sighed.

“Fuck…” Was all she could manage. You chuckled, combing fingers through her hair. “Y-You didn’t get to—”

“Don’t worry about me, baby,” You reassured her, cupping her face in your hands and kissing at her swollen lips. “Tonight was all about you.”

“Heh,” Ellie smirked. “Like all nights should be.”

“Oh, you wanna wear the vibrator every night then?”

What was it about you that pissed her off so bad? Why did she say things like “I hate you” to your face? Who even were you in this scenario?!

You worked at Bishop Security Headquarters. You used to be her mother’s administrative assistant, handling all of her paperwork and business calls like it was second nature to you. Whenever Kate had saw you working before, she would end up staring at you… The women in this office always wore those ugly pencil skirts and frilly blouses under horrendous blazers and heels too high for comfort. But not you.

Kate felt her heart stutter in her chest when she first saw you on the second week of her internship. You had a briefcase in your hands along with a cellphone in the other. There was an earpiece on your left side, just hiding the many piercings of your ear and the nose ring that she thought was so cool at the time. You wore almost no makeup, just mascara and lip gloss.

And the suits you wore? They all looked custom made to fit you. She could see the outline of your muscles through the fabric of your button-up shirts that were perfectly tucked into your dress pants. Every day you wore a new solid color business suit, and a tie to add a complimentary color to your outfit. Your hair was short, and Kate noticed your angled undercut, and the tattoo down the back of your neck.

Needless to say, Kate was horny for you. Every time you walked past reception; you didn’t even look up as Dee let you inside of the office building without a word. You were so busy on your phone that you never looked up. Kate saw you almost run into the glass doors on many occasions because Dee wasn’t quick enough to open the door.

She saw you at her mom’s home as well. You were usually around helping her with everything and making her life easier, but you hardly acknowledged Kate when she was around. It got to the point that Kate didn’t think you ever actually saw her.

And then one day, you didn’t have a choice.

Kate was late. She had a huge cup of iced coffee in her grasp as she made her way across the lobby to the building, her fear rising at being reprimanded when she was knocked onto the ground, iced latte clattering down to the concrete floor as a heavy body was knocked down and on top of her.

“Shit, shit, fuck,” The sound of your voice had her cheeks burning red as she looked up to meet your icy gaze. Kate forgot how to breathe… you were even more hot up close like this. And you smelled like cinnamon, fuck. “You didn’t see me coming?”

And just like that, Kate was offended. Didn’t matter how much pressure you were applying to her in all the right places, or how good you smelled. You were the one that ran into her. Not the other way around.

“Maybe if you get off your phone for more than five seconds, you would have seen me coming—”

“Wait, stop—” You shushed her and sat back on your knees, practically straddling Kate and making her breath get caught in her throat. You pressed a finger to your earpiece and nodded for a second and then responded. “Yes, I’ll have that ready by this afternoon. Mrs. Bishop has very important matters to handle, so I will be taking care of it personally.”

“Can you just- Move it!” Kate aggressively shoved you off of her body, forcing you to stand up off her and you reached for the briefcase that had slid across the floor. Almost immediately, you could smell the caramel and saw that Kate’s coffee had gotten all over the back of her shirt, and into her long hair.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Ms. Bishop,” Was all you said before you headed for the elevator and did not hold it for her. Kate was fuming. How entitled were you that you thought it was her fault!?

Since that day, Kate couldn’t even look at you without scowling. It didn’t matter how hot you dressed, how pretty your hair was, or how every so often you would switch out the piercing in your nose for something new. No, Kate was still pissed off. You were acting like she was nobody; like she didn’t even exist. She was your boss’s damn daughter!

It didn’t take long for her to be openly hostile toward you. When she saw you throughout the office, she would purposely run into you, shoulder-checking you. “Watch it, secretary.” Was what she would say. You weren’t a secretary… You were an administrative assistant! You were someone important! She was just the company owner’s brat daughter and useless intern!

It would have been so easy to ignore Kate’s childish antics for a long, long time… But unfortunately, her mother had other plans.

Eleanor was throwing a party for her clientele, and she made sure that Kate was going to be there. And then she revealed to her daughter that yes, you would also be there. And you would be staying in close proximity with Kate all night long. Kate had been questioning why you were going to hang around her all night long, and Eleanor reminded her daughter that not only did she have a habit for wandering off and not coming back, but she also liked getting into nonsense trouble.

You would keep her in line. Right, yeah, you’d totally keep her in line…

Kate felt ridiculous. She was in a sparkly purple floor-length evening gown that was off her shoulders and her hair was held back by silver flower clips. And while she felt silly, you had nearly lost your balance at seeing her.

It was probably the first time she saw you look at her for more than ten seconds… Of course, you were in a suit. Of course, you had a tie that matched the color of her dress. And of course, it looked fucking incredible on you, like everything else you fucking wore. It pissed her off even more.

“Ms. Bishop,” You cleared your throat a little and bowed down, holding out your hand for her and making her roll her eyes.

“Don’t try to be nice to me,” She said, shooing your hand away and walking passed you. You looked dumbfounded. “This must be killing you.”

“You know what?” You squared your shoulders back a little and decided that you’ve had enough of her damn attitude. “You’re right. I’d rather be anywhere else than here with you right now.”

“And what is it about being in my presence that is so freaking bad for you?”

“You’re a spoiled little brat who is too hot for her own good and thinks she can get whatever she fucking wants with that damn look you give people,” You scowled, not holding back even a little. “You only work at HQ because your mother owns it. You don’t do a thing there except waste time.”

Kate didn’t hear anything other than you calling her hot. Her cheeks burned red, but she wasn’t backing down. “At least I’m not some workaholic who doesn’t even know how to look up from her phone for more than ten seconds before walking headfirst into someone!”

“That was months ago, are you being serious right now?” You crossed your arms together and Kate swallowed hard at your muscles contracting under the fabric. “You aren’t helping my case here by whining like a brat.”

“And you’re just a… A bitch!” Her voice echoed so hard in the halls that other guests ended up staring at you two. For a second, you had forgotten where you two were and before Kate could fight back, you were grabbing her on the arm and dragging her away from the scene. “Hey! Let me—”

You didn’t listen. You simply tugged her into a supply closet and locked the door behind you as you slammed it shut. “You want to fight? Let’s fight, Ms. Bishop.”

“This is—” Kate laughed incredulously, her face paling a little as she realized just how close she was to you in the small closet. You smelled even better when she was almost touching you like this. “You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”

“And what are you being then, huh? A child? A pussy?” Kate stumbled back as you slammed your hands on either side of her head, standing as tall as her and leaning forward just enough for her to feel your breath against her face. Kate shivered, and you noticed. “A brat?”

“I am not a brat,” Kate almost snarled, her heart pounding in her chest. A low, seductive chuckle left your throat, and the Bishop girl felt her knees tremble as you reached with one hand and gently tilted her head up to meet her gaze. You licked your lips, and she noticed. Her stomach was twisting all over again and she felt like her body was on fire.

Kate breathed, “I hate you.”

You snarled. “I hate you, more.”

There was no telling who truly closed the distance first. It was a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth as you slammed your mouth down against hers and began to kiss Kate with a desire that you didn’t know was in you.

Your entire body slotted against her, whimpering at feeling her own strength against yours. And while Kate wasn’t as muscular as you, she was just as strong. Her hands curled into the front of your suit, and she let out a soft whine as you broke the kiss and reached down with both hands, grabbing her thighs.

“Just… need that attitude fucked out of you,” Your words sent electric shocks throughout her entire body. Before she could bring herself to protest, you bent down and lifted her up off the floor, wrapping Kate’s legs around your waist and sliding your lips down to her neck.

Kate fisted her fingers in your hair and scowled aggressively, pushing down against your hips in an attempt to show her dominance, but what she got in return was something she was not expecting. Her breath got caught in her throat and the sensation of something pressing against her…

“Did you—” Kate looked offended for a brief second, her brows pulling together as she looked up at you. “You fucking plan this?”

You chuckled, leaning forward and gently grazing your teeth across her jawline. “Not that it’s any of your business, Bishop… but I tend to enjoy these parties a bit more than you.”

Kate was slightly pissed, but more intrigued than anything. Why would you be packing? What is it about these parties that makes you wear… Her entire face went red, and she looked up at your stern gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line. “You planned on taking someone home with you.”

“I planned on taking someone home with me,” You admitted, gently rubbing your thumb across the underside of her chin before aggressively grabbing at her neck. “Now don’t make me fucking regret dragging you into this closet, and not that cute girl from finance.”

Kate knew who you were talking about. Christy was short, adorable, feminine, and every masc lesbian’s fantasy. Kate would know, because she’s thought about fucking Christy too. Suddenly, Kate felt like she shouldn’t have been in here with you, but you were quick to put those fears to rest. Very slowly, you reached down and pulled on of the straps off her shoulder and nipped your teeth along her soft skin.

“Fuck,” Kate pressed her head against the wall, her hips pushing down against the strap in your dress pants. You grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down as far as you possibly could, feeling Kate put her arms down so she could slip them out of her dress. You pushed the fabric around her waist and one of your hands gripped at her chest, running your thumb across her nipple and kissed at the pulse in her neck. “D-Don’t think I…I like you now…”

“Don’t mistake me fucking you for me liking you either, Bishop,” You scowled, teeth biting down briefly against her neck and making her buck forward against your hips. Continuing to play with Kate’s soft breasts, you held her up simply with your own body and the strength of her legs around your waist in order to fully feel her in your hands. “You’re still a spoiled brat that needs a severe attitude adjustment.”

“Yeah?” Kate taunted, pulling hard enough on your hair that you had no choice but to lift your head up and meet her gaze. “Hope your dick is the adjustment you’re talking about.”

A low sigh of arousal left your throat as you reached down between both of you and pressed your fingertips against her. Kate gasped, fingers shaking for a second as you found her cunt and began to rub at her clit overtop of her panties almost immediately.

“Oh wow,” You teased, wearing a grin that made her pissed off and horny at the same time. “Fucking soaked for me, Bishop.”

“Shut up, you secret—ohfuck…” Kate couldn’t finish her words. You cut her off when you yanked her panties to the side and slowly began to push one of your thick fingers inside of her dripping cunt. Her nails bit into the fabric of your suit and you breathed slowly, almost like this was just another day for you.

“I am your mother’s assistant. I am important. Without me, your company will fucking drown, Bishop… I’m no secretary,” You pushed her up on the wall a bit more and Kate stared into your eyes, almost like she was trying to challenge you with eye contact. “You’ll address me with respect when I’m knuckle deep inside of your pussy. Understand me?”

Kate was about to voice her thoughts, and then you added another finger. Kate immediately gasped, her eyes going back in her head as you chuckled and pressed soft little kisses across her neck. The Bishop girl felt like she was completely at your mercy, feeling you push her panties away every few seconds to keep them off your area of work.

After moving them for at least the sixth time, you were getting very angry. “Oh, fuck this.” Kate let out an embarrassingly loud whine as you removed your finger from her cunt, tucking it into the crotch of her panties, and pulled. The sound of the fabric snapping against your strength was a whole new reason for her to be aroused, but then she realized that you ripped off her underwear.

“Are you kidding—” Kate glared at you. “You know I’ve only got one of those, right?”

“Your dress is long,” You teased, reaching with your other hand and pushing the waist of your pants around your hips. Very quickly, you wiggled out and rested the pants around your upper thighs, just low enough to pull the strap-on free from its confinement. “It’ll hide your stretched out pussy just fine.”

“W-Wait, wait,” You saw her start shaking with slight fear but ultimately, she just wanted to look into your eyes when you pushed forward, lining your deep purple strap with her cunt. You promised to go slow, holding her thighs with both hands and watching the strap slowly disappear inside of her cunt. You stopped halfway when Kate whimpered and grabbed your shoulders harder than you expected. “Fuck… Ohmyg…. Nnnnn…”

“Hey… hey Bishop, look—” You saw her throw her head back and almost give herself a concussion before you grabbed at her face and made her look down. “Kate, look at me.”

Kate gasped, eyes widening as she looked down into your eyes and felt her face turned a deep crimson at your words… It was the first time you had ever said her first name. She wanted to hear you say it again.

“Again,” Kate begged, her fingers trembling as she looked down at your cock and slowly rolled her hips a little bit. “P-please… say it again.”

You smirked. “What? Say what again?” You pressed your chest against hers and she whined at the feeling of your soft dress suit rubbing on her poor sensitive nipples. You kissed over her neck and began to slowly move yourself against her, hips giving short and slow thrusts against her. “Want me to call you by your name again?”

“Please!” Kate begged. “M’s-sorry! Y-you’re not a s-secretary… You’re i-important, I just… Oh please just…” The sound that escaped her was so loud that you needed to keep her quiet or you both would get caught. You pressed your lips against hers as fast as possible, swallowing her moans down and slowly picking up speed.

“Kate,” You moaned against her mouth, dragging out another beautiful sound from the archer. Her fingers fisted in the front of your suit jacket, and she began to try and push it off of you. She felt you smile against her lips and began taking the jacket off your shoulders. Kate started to unbutton the front of your shirt, all while you kept a gentle speed of thrusting your silicone cock into her warm cunt. “Yeah? You want my clothes off too?”

“Shut up,” Kate huffed, finally getting the last button of your shirt undone and shoving that down over your shoulders as well. It gathered in a heap on the floor as you sighed and allowed Kate to do what she wanted to this time. Her hands ran along the sides of your defined arms, and she dug her nails into the muscles on your shoulders, losing her breath for a second as she felt you speed up.

“Still got an attitude?” You said. “L-Let’s get rid of that, huh?”

“Harder,” Kate begged, grabbing at your face and panting against your mouth. “Harder please… fuck me like you mean it!”

“With pleasure, Kate Bishop.”

You had clearly been holding back. Your hands gripped her hips, and you pushed her against the wall a bit harder. Your muscles flexed as you kept her off the ground and reangled yourself just right to slam the entirety of your strap inside her pussy.

The archer grabbed at your biceps, gaping at you with wide eyes and heart pounding behind her ribs. The strap stretched her out perfectly, and you were moving in the most wonderful way that she almost forgot why she actually hated you.

This is what Kate had been wanting ever since she met you. A few times she had dreamed of using a strap on you as well, but this was what most of her fantasies consisted of. You drag her into a secluded corner of the HQ office and fuck her senseless. But she wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. For now, this was just a hot accident.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” You taunted, leaning forward and whispering down against her neck. Kate wrapped her arms around your neck and pushed her entire face into your shoulder, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure with every thrust into her pretty pussy. “Whining so pretty for me, little brat… Sound like such a little slut—”

“N-Not a b-b-brat,” Kate hiccupped against your skin, breathing you in and admiring how your tits bounced in the confinement of your black laced bra. It looked so gorgeous against the muscles in your chest and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and undoing the hooks on your back.

You pulled the fabric off your body and dropped it on the floor next to you, still holding Kate up off the floor with all your strength working overtime. It was clear that this wasn’t exactly difficult for you… Like you’ve done this many times before.

Kate spoke as best as she could, gasping and yelping as you began to use her own body weight to fill her at a new angle, lifting her off your strap and dropping her back down. Kate was practically riding you now, and she was loving every single fucking second of it.

“H-How ma-many girls in the office h..have you d-done this with?” Kate tried not to sound jealous.

You chuckled, leaning up and kissing her jaw. “Why? You hope you’re the first?”

Kate could tell you were masking how much you liked this. You tried not to sound winded, nor did you try to show the pleasure this was bringing you, but it was obvious with how you were holding her. Kate was having a serious effect on you, and she was basking in not only you fucking her, but also this long awaited attention from you.

“Let’s just say,” You said, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. Kate whimpered as you rolled your hips at just the right angle and the strap bumped against her clit, making her see stars behind her eyes. Kate whined pathetically. “You… are the prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked in a closet before.”

That told her nothing, but with what you were doing? Kate was beyond caring.

The archer grabbed at your hair and bit down on your shoulder, keeping her sounds contained as you split her open. The way your hips moved just right to hit her deepest spots… The way that you managed to bring friction to her clit when you moved just perfectly, how you were holding her so tight and aggressively, how your tits were pressed against her own, basking in the warmth and solidness of your body… She wasn’t gonna last long.

“OhGOD… Ohfuck I’m gonna… nnnnn…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, Katie?” You taunted, much to her pleasure. Kate nodded, her body shivering against yours as you pulled back enough to see into her eyes. They were watering, rolling back in her head, and her eyelids were struggling to stay open.

You noticed all of the little changes to her demeanor. Her fingers flexed against your hair, and you felt the muscles in her legs tense up as she held you closer and began to grind against your cock to try and give more friction to her clit. You got the message and slowly licked your fingers before sliding your hand between both of your bodies.

“Oh baby, you’re real sensitive, aren’t you?” Kate nodded, biting her lip and looking so desperate to reach her high. You wanted to see her cum so bad. When your fingers pressed against her clit and began to rub at it as fast as possible, Kate had to cover her mouth with one of her hands to hold in her moans. “You like when I rub your clit like that? Like when I touch you like this, Katie?”

Kate’s brows pulled down as she pressed her back into the wall and you got to watch your strap pump into her pussy, making you shiver with pleasure. It looked so pretty and so fucking messy… You wanted to taste her so bad. The archer whined, tears filling her vision as she begged, hand muffling her words. “Please don’t stop… pleaaaaase, m’so fucking close…”

You readjusted your angle once again, spreading your legs apart a little more and grabbing at her waist, slamming the cock so hard inside of Kate that you worried you may end up bruising her.

But those thoughts were put to rest when you saw what Kate looked like as she came on you. Her entire back arched and she rolled her eyes back in her head, slapping her other hand over her mouth and shaking against your tight hold. Her body hit the wall and she bucked her hips down against your strap, taking you in as deep as humanly possible before she collapsed on your chest.

Your thrusts began to slow as you tried to calm your own heavy breathing. Very slowly, you turned around and pressed your back to the wall, sliding down the surface and sitting on the broom closet floor with Kate in your lap, strap still buried deep inside of her.

You could feel Kate’s heart against your own, listening to her heavy, harsh breathing and the way your soft touches sent her shivering against you. For some reason, you were acting sweet with her… Kate half expected for you to drop her to the floor and walk off the second she was finished, but you were sitting on the floor with her in your arms, holding her and whispering sweet things into her ear as she came down from her high.

“Did so good f’me, Katie… So proud, sweet girl…” You praised, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her.

Kate huffed, pushing herself back a little more just so she could look down into your eyes, her own dilated and wild from her orgasm and the adrenaline racing through her body.

“I don’t… get it…” Kate breathed through heavy inhales. “Y-You’re being s..so nice… Why do you hate me so much?”

You frowned and hid your face in her chest. Something Kate was not expecting. “You’re off-limits, Kate… You are my boss’s daughter. You are forbidden… I shouldn’t even be alone with you, let alone making you cream all over my dick.”

“I didn’t—” Kate whined when you grabbed her ass and rolled her hips against your lap, feeling the tip of your strap touch her deepest sweet spot and her toes curled up. “Okay, okay fine! I did! B-But why act like you—”

“If you hated me… I could pretend like I didn’t like you,” You admitted, shame written all over your features. “I didn’t want to admit shit I knew wouldn’t happen.”

Kate frowned, pushing your bangs out of your face and running her fingers across your jaw. “And now?”

You snorted. “Never been too good at seeing into the future, Katie…”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between the both of you as you glanced down at your watch and saw that a whole hour had passed within the supply closet. But the party was still going on and it seemed that no one noticed the two of you were missing. You grinned.

“We’ve still got time, miss Bishop,” You leaned back a little and teased her, gently lifting your hips up and making her bounce on your lap. Kate pushed her hands against your chest and gasped but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Let’s see if you ride as well as you shoot.”