Both Sides Of Kink

Lyra took a deep breath, knowing that as soon as she walked into her girlfriend’s hotel room, things were going to change. Becky had explained to her that this was something she wanted to do with her, and Lyra was all for it. 

So here she was, preparing herself for what was going to happen for the next few hours. Finally, she opened the door, realizing that it was unlocked just for her. She looked around the hallway with faux nervousness, knowing that this was something Becky wanted her to do before she slipped inside. Lyra locked the door before she slowly made her way further into the hotel room. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible, going through the bedside table’s drawer. 

Lyra prepared herself, knowing as soon as she shut the drawer she was pretending to look through, Becky was going to start her side of it. Closing her eyes, she shut the drawer, and right on cue, the older woman covered her mouth from behind.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Becky asked. “You’ve been breaking into my hotel room when I haven’t been here, haven’t you?”

Lyra shook her head as Becky pulled her away from the bedside table. She tried to claw her hand off her mouth, but her grip was too strong.

“You call out ‘red’ if it’s too much at any point and Daddy’ll stop. Nod if you understand.” Becky whispered in her ear. 

Of course, Lyra nodded, and Becky hummed.

She wrapped her other arm around Lyra’s waist and held on before she spoke up again. “If I move my hand from your mouth, are you going to scream?”

Lyra shook her head as best as she could, and Becky slowly moved her hand away. She stayed quiet as Becky started to pull her shirt off, causing her to gasp.

“What the fuck are you do—“ she began, trying to pull her shirt back down. Becky cut her off, grabbing her by the hair and forcibly bending her over the bed.

“Did I fuckin’ say you could talk?” Becky asked, forcibly pulling Lyra’s pants and underwear completely off her. She continued, answering her own question. “No, I didn't, so unless you want me to really hurt you, you’ll be quiet for me. Got it?”

Lyra nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for the older woman. Becky brought her hand down hard against her ass three times before she got the message.

“I got it!” Lyra cryed out, earning another spank from Becky for being too loud for her liking.

Becky didn’t say anything, instead grabbing Lyra’s underwear from the floor and forcing it into her mouth. 

“Maybe if I believe you that you’ll be quiet, I’ll take the gag out, but for now it’s staying in.” Becky stated. 

Becky leaned on top of Lyra, holding her down against the bed by her full body weight as she moved the hair away from her ear. Becky stayed quiet, enjoying the way Lyra was trying her best to struggle out from underneath her. 

“I’m going to hurt you,” Becky whispered in Lyra’s ear. Breathing heavier than she just had been. “You’ve broken into the wrong hotel room, baby.”

“Please, no.” Lyra tried her best to speak with her underwear in her mouth. She thrashed around, still trying to get out from underneath her. She gagged around the underwear, hating how big of a gag reflex she had. To her surprise, Becky pulled the underwear out of her mouth without her having to safeword for it. Lyra took the opportunity to continue talking. “Please, I—I have money. Can give you all the cash in my wallet and what's in my bank account. Just please let me go.”

“I don’t want your money,” Becky laughed in her ear, sending chills down her spine. “Are you going to behave and do as I say?”

Lyra shook her head, not wanting to give up that easy. Becky got up and held Lyra down by the back of her neck. She reached into her duffel bag that was on the floor next to the bed and grabbed out a zip tie. 

“Hands behind your back, now," Becky snapped. When Lyra didn’t respond or do as she was told, Becky used her free hand to repeatedly smack the side of her head. “If you don’t do what you’re fucking told, I’m going to start punching you.” 

Lyra still didn’t respond as Becky continued to slap the side of her head. This time though, she pulled Lyra’s head up by her hair and balled her hand into a fist before bringing it to the side of her face. Lyra cried out as tears pricked the corner of her eyes. It wasn’t as hard as she could take it, but she knew Becky was just warming her up.

“Aw, you’re tearing up.” Becky mocked as Lyra finally put her arms behind her back. “That’s a good girl. The faster you behave, the faster I’ll let you go.”

Becky moved off her completely, tying her hands up with the zip tie so she couldn’t move her hands. 

“What’s your name?” Becky asked.

Lyra swallowed, her face and jaw still a little sore from all the slapping and the punch Becky had landed. 

“L—Lyra.” she stated, licking her lips to wet them. “Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Becky asked, moving away from her so she could grab the duffel bag. 

Lyra watched as she walked around the bed so the older woman was standing right in front of her on the other side of the bed. Becky stayed quiet, pulling a few things out that they both picked out for this scene. Lyra felt her face heat up as Becky pulled out the strapon that was thicker than anything she had ever taken before. She was thankful Becky pulled out the brand new bottle of lube, setting it right next to the toy. 

She watched as Becky slowly unbuckled her belt and pulled it through the loops. Lyra watched as she tossed the belt next to her, flinching when it touched her arm. 

"Oh, don’t get too scared of me now; we haven’t even started," Becky hummed. “I bet this is exactly what you wanted when you snuck into my hotel room like a fucking pervert.”

Lyra shook her head frantically. “No! I—I didn’t want this, and I don’t want this.”

Becky smirked, and Lyra knew an evil idea had popped in her head.

“You don’t want this? Fine, when I come back behind you and you’re not wet, I’ll let you go.” Becky stated. “Does that sound good to you?”

Lyra whimpered, shifting in her spot on the bed. “I’m not wet.”

“We’ll see," Becky said.

She unzipped her pants and pulled them down, along with her underwear. She kicked them across the room before she pulled her shirt off, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. 

Becky kept her eyes locked on Lyra as she grabbed the harness and put it on. The dildo was next, and Lyra couldn’t stop watching her put it on. She looked too good doing it.

“I want to go home.” Lyra announced, unable to control the pout on her face.

Becky stopped her movements, holding the toy in place to give her full attention to Lyra. “You’re not going home for a while. You lost that right when you decided to be a fucking pervert.”

She climbed up onto the bed in front of Lyra, only stopping when she was right in front of her. Becky grabbed Lyra by the hair and pulled her head up so she was face to face with the strapon she was wearing. She used her other hand to grab the base of the toy so she could steady it. Tapping the tip of it against her lips to get her to open her mouth, but when she didn’t, she tried to force the tip in.

“Open your fuckin’ mouth or I’ll break your teeth,” Becky threatened. When Lyra didn’t respond, Becky moved her hand off the toy and slapped her face harder than before. She opened her mouth to cry, and Becky took the opportunity to push the toy all the way inside of her mouth to the hilt, causing Lyra to gag. Becky used both of her hands to hold her in place as she began to fuck her mouth roughly. “If you had just fucking opened your mouth like a good girl, I would have been gentle.”

Lyra tried to pull away, but Becky’s grip was too strong for her, especially with her hands bound behind her back. Becky picked up her pace, each thrust pushing the tip of the toy closer to being down her throat. She tried her best to keep breathing through her nose as Becky fucked her face, the sheets underneath her becoming a mess with the spit that was coming out of her mouth. When Lyra gagged again, Becky pulled out and held her head up by the hair with one hand. She used her other to wipe the spit from the younger woman’s mouth, laughing as she wiped the residue all over Lyra to humiliate her. 

“Such a disgusting slut,” Becky laughed, pushing Lyra back down on her strapon. “A pathetic, disgusting pervert who wants to pretend she doesn’t want it. It’s cute, really.”

Becky pulled away so she could hear what Lyra had to say, knowing she was going to deny it again.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Becky asked, prompting her to answer.

“No—no, not right. Please… please just let me go; I swear I’ll never do anything like that again.” Lyra begged as Becky started to stroke the toy. 

“You’ll never be a pervert again?” Becky questioned, letting go of Lyra’s hair. She got off the bed and made her way around so she was behind her.

Becky moved as close as she could so the tip of the strapon could reach Lyra. She laughed as she ran it through her folds and against her clit. 

“Yeah, you know that deal we had? Hm? That if you weren’t wet, I’d let you go.” Becky started, lining the tip against Lyra’s entrance. “Well, for someone who swears up and down that they don’t want it, you sure are wet.”

Becky slammed all the way inside of her, causing her to cry out. She wasted no time, wrapping both of her hands around the younger woman’s throat as she began fucking her at a rough pace. Becky squeezed, shaking her head as Lyra whimpered.

“Don’t push my cock out, Lass,” Becky breathed, squeezing her neck harder. “You do it and I’ll fuck your ass.”

Lyra cried out as Becky stopped choking her to grab the belt next to her. She stilled her moments, wanting to focus on putting the belt around her neck as a makeshift leash. Becky smirked to herself as she wrapped the other end around her hand and pulled hard. 

“A pathetic little bitch is what you are.” Becky laughed as she picked up her pace once more. “If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be this wet.”

“Stop… it!” Lyra choked out. 

She tried to break the zip tie by pulling her wrists away from each other, but it wasn’t helping at all. Becky continued, fucking her at a bruising pace that she knew she was going to feel for days. 

“No,” Becky laughed. “I’m not going to stop because I know you don’t want me to.” 

Becky pulled the belt harder with a rough thrust to match it before she let it go. She loosened it so Lyra could have it around her neck a little more comfortably. 

She brought her hand down hard against Lyra’s ass twice before she pulled out of her. Becky flipped her onto her back before she grabbed a pair of scissors out of her duffel bag. She cut Lyra’s shirt off and then her bra before tossing the scissors onto the bedside table. Becky pushed the cut-up clothes out of the way and leaned down, taking one of her nipples into her mouth. She bit down, causing Lyra to cry out in pain, but Hecky just ignored her as she began to suck on the hardening bud. 

Lyra bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the moan that was threatening to come out. Trying to wiggle away from the older woman was starting to be harder than she thought it would be in the new position. Becky lifted her legs and wrapped them around her waist so the strapon was right against Lyra’s pussy. 

“P—please, fuck—just let me go. M’need to go home.” Lyra begged, trying her best not to break character as Becky began to grind against her.

Becky bit down against her nipple hard before pulling away. Reaching down between the two of them, Becky wrapped her hand around the faux cock before pushing all the way inside of her again. Lyra cried out, unable to look Becky in the eyes. 

She leaned down and took the other nipple in her mouth as she fucked Lyra harder. Ignoring her begging as she focused on making the younger woman feel good. 

“Please, I’m begging you.” Lyra cried out; tears were now running down her face. 

Becky pulled away but kept her pace up. She kept her eyes glued on Lyra’s face as she took the belt off her neck. 

“You’re begging me, yeah?” Becky questioned. 

She stopped mid-thrust, earning an embarrassingly loud whine from Lyra. Becky smirked at the noise she made—shaking her head as she held her down with both hands on her shoulders. 

“The faster you admit that you want this, the faster you can go home.” Becky stated, grinding against Lyra. “You wanna go home so fuckin’ bad, so tell me you want me to make you come.”

Lyra nodded. “Please, please, please. M’want you to make me come. Please make me come.”

Becky smirked, “Gladly.”

Moving one of her hands off Lyra’s shoulder, Becky brought it down between their bodies. She rubbed at her clit at a much slower pace than her thrusts, but it was enough to send Lyra over the edge with a small cry. 

“That’s a good girl,” Becky hummed, picking up the pace of her fingers. 

She helped Lyra ride out her orgasm, and when it was done, she stopped her movements. With a smirk on her face, Becky leaned in and whispered, “I lied; we still have so much time, baby.”

Lyra began to cry harder. “Please no.”

Becky pulled out, giving Lyra a soft kiss on the forehead. She grabbed the scissors and helped her to her feet so she could cut the zip tie and free her hands. 

“Such a good girl for Daddy. Thank you for doing this.” Becky smiled, rubbing the younger woman’s wrists as they both sat down at the edge of the bed. “I hope you had fun.”

Lyra looked over at Becky. “Of course I did; plus, making you happy is what I’m really into.”

Becky hummed, grabbing Lyra’s water bottle off the bedside table. She handed it to her and watched her take a few big sips of it. 

“Do you want food, baby? I can order us something.” Becky suggested, putting her hand on Lyra’s thigh. 

Lyra nodded. “That would be great, but can we shower first because I’m all sweaty and gross, and I want to shower with you.”