#dark sharon

“Baby!” Sharon called out as she entered her home. It was strange not for you to greet her with excitement and kisses. 

Sharon scoped throughout the house till she found you laying on the cold linoleum of the guest bathroom. “What’s wrong?” 

“Sick,” you groaned as a chill washed over you. 

Sharon crouched down and pressed the back of her hand to your sweaty forehead. She didn’t need to be a medical professional to know you were running a high fever. You preened against her cold hands. “How did this happen?” 

You could barely shrug your shoulders. “Maybe I ate something bad.” 

“We eat the same things so if that were the case I’d be sick too.” Something about this was off to Sharon. “At least I know you’re not pregnant.” 

You tried to lightly laugh at that remark but you cried as it made your whole body ache. 

“Did you get out? Did you leave?” 

“What’re you talking about?” You whined in pain. 

“If you didn’t get sick from the food and I’m not sick then that means you caught it from someone else.” Sharon left her nurturing perch, standing with a stern expression. “Who else have you been around!”

“No one,” you coughed pathetically like a sick orphan child actor playing the role of a kid dying of the Black Plague. 

“Why are you lying?” She was fuming with rage. 

“I didn’t go anywhere.” You began to weep, your body too exhausted and fragile to handle anything else. “Sometimes people get sick.” 

“Oh so now you’re a smart girl and wanna talk back?” Sharon scoffed. She wanted to kick you in the stomach as you lay on the floor but she’d rather not deal with your vomit on the ground. “I thought we were over this, now you’re being bad again. Am I not good enough for you? You’re mine, got that?” 

You nodded with a sniffling cry. “I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I got sick, I promise I never left.” 

“You’re a liar!” Sharon yelled. “Whatever, you can stay in here and think long and hard about what you’ve done and what you’re gonna be doing once you feel better.” She stomped out of the bathroom. 

“Yeah, well if I were to escape, trust me I wouldn’t come back here.” You mumbled under your breath but it must’ve been loud enough for Sharon to hear. She stood in the doorway, gripping the white wood of the door.

“You’re so lucky I love you because if I didn’t I’d fucking slit your throat for talking to me like that.” She slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it from the outside.

 She felt her body shake with anger as she paced her office. She was trying to get anything done but all she could think about was you. How pitiful and sick you looked and how she wanted to take care of you just as much as she wanted to slap you. She wanted to hold you, give you medicine and a cool bath and do anything she can to make you feel better. 

She thought of how you had a faint smile when you saw her come in. Like you had missed her dearly and were happy to not be left alone. And Sharon exploded on you and hurt you in the process. Sharon tried not to cry at the thought of it. But it doesn’t make sense. How could you have gotten sick if Sharon didn’t either? Sharon hadn’t gotten sick in years. You had to have been around other people, you must be getting out when she’s gone. 

But you were still here, and if you had left you still came back. You hadn’t had a break-out attempt in so long, nothing was adding up. 

The sound of you throwing up from upstairs made her heartbreak, she should be there, holding you and rubbing your back. 

“Fuck it,” Sharon sighed. “She needs me.” 

As Sharon left her office, her phone began to ring, and she grew confused on why anyone would be calling her. And once she read the caller ID she was even more confused. “Hello?” 

“Hi, Ms.Carter.” The voice of their housekeeper sounded hoarse and painfully congested. “One of my grand babies gave me some sort of flu and I won’t be able to come in today or tomorrow.” 

Fuck

It all clicked at once 

Fuck 

The housekeeper, Mavis, was the other person you were around. 

You liked to help Mavis out. Sharon told you not to, that it’s she’s paying her to work but you liked having company and that she reminded you of your grandma. 

Mavis usually comes when Sharon is at work so they don’t often engage with each other in person. 

“Ms. Carter?” 

“Yes, Mavis.” Sharon’s train of thought broke. “Take as many days off as you need, it’s no problem.” 

As the call ended she sent a text to one of her assistants, Darius. ‘Send a doctor over right away, my girl is running a high fever.’

Sharon’s heart broke. You weren’t lying, you hadn’t gotten out. You just liked spending time with Mavis and got sick in the process. She was so mean to you when you just needed her to take care of you. 

Sharon quietly entered the guest bathroom she had locked you in, seeing you had fallen asleep on the cold bathroom tile. She got down on the ground beside you, stroking your hair behind your ear. 

“Mommy?” You sniffled, waking up. “I’m sor-“

“It’s okay,” Sharon interrupted. “Mavis just called, she’s sick too. I’m sure you just caught it from her, my love.” 

You weaseled your head into her lap not bothering to conceal your crying. “I love you, I don’t wanna leave. Just want you, mommy.” 

“I love you too,” She cooed. Your weakened state making you like a sick kitten that didn’t wanna be left alone made her heart beat faster. You needed her. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” 

She felt you nod in her lap. “Darius called for a doctor, they should be here soon.” 

You squirmed. “No doctors! Please, I don't wanna see a doctor.” 

“Shh, I’m gonna hold you the entire time and he’s gonna help you feel better.” Sharon just wanted you to be better. 

You pushed yourself from her lap. “Mommy, I’m gonna get you sick. You have to go away.”

Sharon tried to hide her grin from your precious attempt. “I won’t get sick. And if I do I have the cutest little nurse in the world to take care of me.” 

Before you could protest to her trying to corral you in her lap again the doorbell ringing pulled her away. “Don’t try to stand up you’re too weak. I’m gonna go get the doctor and it’ll be okay.” 

Sharon made the doctor show his identification at the outside security cam before letting him in. She couldn’t chance it, not when it came to you. 

“I can’t home about an hour and a half ago and I found her in the bathroom. She’s running a fever and puking and she’s just in a lot of pain. You need to make her better.” Sharon explained holding back tears at the thought of it all and how she left you from anger. If the doctor couldn’t heal you she was gonna shoot him in the head then find a doctor who could. 

You glanced at the pair when they approached the bathroom. “Honey, this is Dr. Baggs, he’s gonna take care of you.” 

You only nodded before you started crying again. “Do you think you can get in the bed so he can have a better look at you?” 

You nodded again, shakily latching onto Sharon, the doctor helping to stabilize you on your other side and walk you only a few feet to the guest bed. 

Sharon had you settled into the lightweight crisp white sheets before laying on the opposite side of you. You grabbed her hand in a bruising grip as you felt fear coursing through your veins. “It’s okay, he knows what he’s doing.” She reassured you with a kiss on the temple. 

The doctor asked a series of questions while taking your vitals. You weakly just whimpered out a yes or a no but Sharon tried to talk for you as much as she could. 

“There’s been the flu going around, this has been my third case. It feeds through pretty quick, less than 24 hours so you’re already around halfway through with it.” The doctor gave a comforting smile and you tried to smile back realizing this will be over soon. “If it’s alright with you Ms. Carter, I have an IV of saline in my medical bag. We can at least replace her fluids and I can give her something to sleep it out.” 

You grabbed her hand tighter before shaking your head. “No needles, mommy. Please, please, please.” You begged 

Sharon kissed your hand which was changing color from circulation with the way you were squeezing hers. “It’s so fast and you’ll feel so much better.” 

You sobbed, begging for it not to happen. 

“Look at me baby,” she gently turned your chin to look at her. “You’re mommy’s brave little girl, and I know you can take it.” 

“But mommy- Ow!” You yelped turning your head to see the doctor already injecting you while you were distracted. 

“See, love? You’re such a good girl and you’re so brave and it barely even hurt right?” Brushed your sweat-soaked hair from your face. 

“I guess it didn’t hurt too much…” you were stubborn and didn’t like admitting that you were wrong and once again she was right. 

“You’re such a brave girl for me.” Sharon kissed your forehead, her lips like their own medicine against your skin. “Gonna make sure you get better.” 

Before the Doctor left he pumped you up with a bunch of drugs, making you feel like you were floating on a cloud. Sharon stayed curled up next to you in bed, playing old movies that you liked, and made sure you had enough to drink. 

Sharon looked down at your sleeping form, beginning to fall asleep with the faint blue light of the tv in the background and she didn’t realize how badly the thought of you betraying her could feel. She’d die before she let you leave. 

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A/N: If you follow me you know my mom recently died so I haven’t super been into mommy kink for a while so if it seems choppy I went in and add mommy so that it would flow with the continuity of the story. 

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Sharon knew she fucked up the minute she stepped foot in their house. There were no rushed footsteps to come greet her at the door. Sharon spent more time than usual at the bar after a closed deal. She tipsily kicked her boots off, grazing the wall with her hand to steady. “Baby doll?” She called out for you. “There’s my little girl.”

You stood at the top of the stairs tapping your foot against the ground. “You have a good time tonight?” You scoffed, wrapping your black robe tighter around yourself.

“I missed you, pretty baby.” Sharon’s red-tinted cheeks devoted into dimples as she made her way up the stairs to meet you.

“Oh, you missed me?” You rolled your eyes. “Forget something, didn’t you?”

Sharon furrowed her brow as she stopped on the step. “What are you talking about?”

You grunted in anger. “Whatever...Your dinner is in the fridge, I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight.” As you stomped off she attempted to grab your waist. “Goodnight Sharon.” You spit words of venom at her knocking her hands off of you.

“Baby…” Sharon slurred a bit as she watched you go off down the hall. She rubbed at her temples before stumbling into the kitchen. A plate in the fridge you left perfectly wrapped up for her with all her favorite foods. If sober Sharon would’ve spanked you till you cried, but at this point in her intoxication she was feeling needy for you.

She glanced around the kitchen. Candles nearly burnt down to the wick, wax now dried as the flame went out long ago. Fresh flowers from the garden in a vase. A sticky note was left on the fridge surface. ‘Date night tonight’ written in your handwriting and sealed with a red lipstick stained kiss on the back. Fuck, she totally forgot. You had made plans three days ago for a ‘scheduled’ date night. You weren’t allowed to leave the house, you knew what would happen if you tried again, so you’d cook her a nice dinner and then have crazy sex. Sharon 100% forgot.

“Fuck,” Sharon sighed, scratching at her brow.

She didn’t try to disturb the beast just yet, knowing your temper was almost as bad as hers when provoked. She didn’t want to be rough tonight, just wanted to feel her baby and breathe in from the curve where your neck and shoulder met because she swears it smells different than the rest of you.

Sharon showered, colder water making her hiss as it hit her skin. She wanted to sober up enough to show you that she felt bad. You got mad when she came home too drunk and Sharon didn’t need to add to the list of wrongdoings.

She tried not to cry, feeling emotional from the rejection when she was feeling needy from being wine drunk. You weren’t here for Sharon to caress under the steaming water, to take turns drying each other off and rubbing a layer of lavender-scented lotion into your skin.

You glanced up from your book at the gentle knock on the guestroom door. You could tell Sharon connected the dots on her slip-up. She lives a busy life, she’s so kind and takes such good care of you, but you don’t ask for very much. You knew you were being a brat and selfish but you didn’t care.

“I’m sorry, love.” She apologized with a deep breath. Apologizing was rare for the powerful woman even if she was in the wrong. You wiped under your eye and continued to ignore her. That’s when Sharon noticed your glassy eyes and raw nose. “Please come to bed.”

You stayed silent rereading the same sentence of your book. You listen to her come closer and stand at the side of the bed close enough to feel her body heat. She grazed the back of her hand along your knee toward the upper part. “You’re so smooth, you took care of yourself extra thoroughly just for me, didn’t you?”

You did and you prayed your blush wasn’t noticeable. You decided to use your home wax strips you only used on special occasions instead of shaving.

“I’d bet that little pussy is smooth and bare for me too, isn’t it?”

You tried to hide the sound of your breath hitching. Her voice dripped with desire. You continued your best attempt at ignoring her. “I bet you’ve been turned on all day, waiting and excited for me to come home and fuck you. I’m sorry I forgot about our plans.”

Sharon apologized twice, you thought, she must feel really really bad. Her soft hand slid up your leg and under the silk black nightgown, you were dressed in.

You cleared your throat, pretending to flip a page as if you’d been reading this whole time. Her cold fingertips brushed over the edge of your lace thong, till she slid them under the panties.

“Mmm, I was right. Barbie doll pussy all for me?” Sharon smiled but you were too stubborn to give in. She grabbed your legs and spread them apart wide eagle across, your dress riding up to your tummy, exposing you practically bare, but your underwear was almost too thin to even be considered underwear.

She shuffled onto the bed, laying on her tummy between your widely spread legs. You kept your eyes glued to the book as you felt her stroke her fingers over your panties. “Wow, I’m almost impressed with how you haven’t broken yet. You’re just my horny dumb baby, I know how hard it is for you not to act like a slut for me.”

You hid your face closer into your book as she pulled your panties down your legs before tossing them somewhere else. She audibly hummed as if she was staring at a gourmet meal.

“I love how it looks waxed. You look like a sex toy.” She slid herself closer down the bed till you could feel her soft breathing fanning over your wet pussy. “You’re just my little fleshlight, aren’t you?”

Your eyes rolled back for a moment and you knew she could see the way your clit just throbbed. “Oh you’re fucking wet, you’re gonna stain our guest bedroom sheets.” She sounded so condescending you wanted to kick her. “I know you left me some dinner in the fridge but I have a craving for something else.”

She swooped in and dragged her tongue up your pussy. You gasped at the feeling. The first few licks and intrusions she gave were almost always the most powerful. She stroked the side of your thigh as she pulled your hips closer. Your nails dug into the sides of your book as she swirled her tongue around your clit.

“Oh, you’re really gonna be a brat for me, huh?” Sharon's breathy tone was almost drowned out between your thighs. But she took your stubbornness as a challenge.

Her fingers trailed down from your inner thigh to caress the lower half of your lips while she administered her torture to your clit. You couldn’t help but moan out when she plunged in. “Mm, not so quiet now, huh?”

You bit your tongue refusing to give her any more satisfaction of your breaking point. You broke the spine of your book as you held on trying to withhold the final thread of your submission.

Her fingers brushed so many places inside you were never able to reach and find on your own. “Don’t you wanna be my good girl? You want mommy to keep eating that pussy.”

She sat up from her laid position leaving her meal high and dry and you wanted to punch something. She grabbed the top of your book before tossing it carelessly onto the ground. You felt embarrassed as she saw the blush on your cheeks and was close enough to feel the broken panting blow her.

“Mommy’s sorry,” Sharon cooed with an over-exaggerated fake pout. “Why are you still being a brat? I thought you were my good girl?”

“No mommy, I’m your good girl!” You corrected with a hint of terror in your voice at her disapproval.

“Are you? Because you’re not acting like it.” Sharon brushed the fingers she just had inside of you moments ago across your cheek. You leaned into every touch and she knew you could smell your cunt on her fingers.

“I promise, I’m a good girl.” You almost began to cry and Sharon let out another condescending chuckle.

“Why are you being a brat then, hmm?” She tapped her two fingers under your chin so you’d look in her eyes again.

“I like when you pay attention to me.” You whispered in shame and your gaze returned to your lap in embarrassment.

“Oh baby,” Sharon sighed. “You like it when I hurt you? Do you like making mommy mad? If you wanna be fucked like a slut you can just ask for it silly.”

“You’re always busy with work,” you shuffled as you began to cry with no shame anymore. “I feel so alone and you don’t care about me anymore. I’m not exciting anymore.”

Sharon tilted your head up to look at her again. “I’m never going to stop caring about you. You’re always exciting.” She ghosted a kiss over your lips. “But you can’t be a brat whenever you want. Or else I’m gonna start hurting you again. You don’t want to let me down do you?”

You whimpered at the memory of your early days in her confinement. “I promise I’m a good girl. I pinky promise.”

You stuck out your pinky and she giggled before linking hers with your own. “Just need to behave. I know mommy messed up but let me show you how sorry I am, okay pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs out again. She smiled at your slut enthusiasm. “You’re such a cute whore. Want mommy’s tongue in your pussy?”

“Pretty please,” you begged. You got to the point of tears every time you were past a certain level of need, not to mention she edged you earlier.

She slid back down on her tummy between your legs before spreading your lips out. Sharon debated on leaving the room to go get your favorite vibrator out to fuck your dripping pussy while she lapped at your clit but the thought of being anywhere that wasn’t between your legs right now felt like a crime.

“That pretty pussy is all mine, right baby?”

“Yes mommy,” you said quickly as she could tell your desperation was burning inside.

She dragged her tongue slowly up your cunt, running over your semi-exposed clit causing you to jerk. “Stop interrupting me while I’m eating.” Sharon knew it was an involuntary reaction to the sensation but she likes making you cry anyway.

You mumbled out a hushed apology as Sharon circled your clit while her tongue was circling your hole, sliding in barely and only for a moment. She listened to your desperate whines each time her tongue moved away from where you needed it and she wanted to slap your pretty face. But then she remembered that she was doing this to cover her own ass after forgetting date night.

Her tongue slid inside you fully now, her nose pressed to your silk inner lips as her thumb orchestrated its expert playing on your clit, occasionally bumping her nose under your clit. But she knew you wouldn’t be able to finish off that alone.

Her tongue left your hole before returning to lap up your cunt. You moaned like a dumb slut as she licked your pussy. She switched movements and slid two fingers inside you.

She was jealous of everyone who had a dick because she’ll never truly experience what it feels like to be gripped by this tight cunt in its vacuum seal hold. Virgin tight, she thought. But she’d broken you so many times you were far from.

Your finger slid in her hair, massaging her scalp at the base trying not to fuck her face. Sharon stroked your special spot deep in you and enjoyed the whine you cried out. Her lips held your clit in place, sucking and pulling out till it popped from her mouth before repeating over and over again. You were growing desperate even more so than before. You needed more to be able to cum but she kept you riding that frustrating line of limbo.

“More on my clit, please.” You cried out. It was cute to watch you cry every time Sharon adored and worshiped you.

“Aw, you want mommy to make you cum? Want me to suck that little clit till you make a mess?” Sharon hated pulling from your thighs and you whimpered at the losing sensation again.

“Please, please, please,” you whined like a spoiled toddler. “It feels so good. I’m just a dumb little baby I need help doing it mommy.”

Sharon moaned against your clit and the vibration added to your needy panting. Her fingers sped up their pace as she devoured your clit in her lips sliding her tongue around the underside.

You sobbed and couldn’t hold back anymore from riding against her face. “I’m gonna c-cum. Please?”

Even at your limit you still knew your manners, Sharon trained you well even if it took extra time to get you obedient.

She didn’t dare leave the assault on your cunt when you were so close and so well behaved. You felt her nod, her nose brushing above your pussy.

It’s all you needed in confirmation as you were cuming on her face. You gripped tighter around her fingers as your scream echoed the room.

She slowed the routine as you trailed off your orgasm till you were fully finished. Sharon sat up from your thighs wiping the wet bottom half of her face on the back of her hand in such an obscene way.

She leaned over your laid body, kissing your lips with hunger as she wanted you to taste that sweet cunt that belonged to her.

You quickly slapped her ass and grabbed her hips trying to pull her up. You giggled as she looked at you in a state of borderline shock at your bold moves. “Mommy’s turn.”

A/N: like I said this is gonna be a collection. Nothing overly serious necessarily, not always in chronological order. Just a collection of one-shots, blurbs, if I get any asks. If you want to be added to my Sharon/highest bidder/dark!wlw marvel tag list or any others feel free to reply! I heavily encourage y’all to send asks about this or little ideas you have bc I’d love some inspo.

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“Lot #22 of the evening going once? Going twice? Sold to Mr. Calameki!” The auctioneer rambled on.

Sharon stood against the wall of the auction house. Silently watching all the money stuffed pigs all big on whatever items fit their fancy. Whether it be art, or drugs, or girls. Sharon didn’t care; she just made note of who bought what and schemed around using it against them.

“Lot #23 for the night is the most exciting!” The elderly auctioneer clapped his bloated sausage fingers together in excitement as two men brought a nearly nude girl on stage.

Pretty

In a surprising turn of events, something actually caught her eye. The girl on stage only dressed in a white bra and panties with a cloth gag in her mouth filled her with deja vu and she could figure out why.

Where had she seen you before?

Slowly migrating further into the room as rowdy men bid higher and higher for the crying girl on her knees. Standing as close to the stage as possible Sharon got a good look at you. This time she realizing who you were.

Your mother was a member of SHIELD. Of one pre hydra exposed and frankly quite a fucking bitch. The middle-aged mother would nag and nag on and on about whatever bullshit Sharon and her team had done wrong that day or if they breathed wrong.

Sharon had seen you at office parties but never paid attention. That was before you were a woman. Must not have been blipped considering how much you’d developed.

The howling of bidders around her created a challenge.

“$790,000, $790,000 going once? Going twice?”

“One million,” Sharon yelled, raising her hand in the air. The room stopped for a moment. No one was going to pay over one million for this girl. You were pretty and easily pliable but not one million dollars worth. But they didn’t know you, they didn’t have a grudge against your bitch family.

“My my, well one million going once? Going twice?” The auctioneer chuckled and Sharon stared daggers into anyone who thought of competing. “One million sold for lot #23!”

The guards from the auction house helped escort her new prize back into Sharon's home. She lived close by and was on good terms with the two men from previous biddings. Plus the money she slid them sure didn’t hurt.

“Where do you want her, Miss?” One, his name was Darius, bellowed carrying the gagged girl by the arm like you weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. The second one, Monty, shorter than Darius but more muscled up. But neither drew more than two looks from Sharon.

“You can put her on the ground in the lounge.” She directed as she left the door open for the men. She pointed past the set of stairs into an open layout loft, to a vintage pit-style living room.

They both nodded and carried the girl down. She watched them nonchalantly, following behind them on the stairs before sidelining to the bar on the other wall.

You whimpered as Darius and Monty tossed you on the ground, they knew better not to let you sit on the furniture.

“Anything else, Miss?” Monty asked Sharon and she shook her head.

“You boys are so helpful. That’ll be all for tonight. I trust you can let yourself out.” She praised as she poured her signature two fingers of whiskey.

They left, their steps practically synchronized together like little toy army robots. Tweedle-dee and tweedle dumb.

Sharon's boots clacked till she stepped from the hardwood down to the carpeted pit sliding herself onto the couch.

Your red-shot eyes still had tears pouring out. Spit soaking from your gag. You’d been washed and waxed and put in new panties and bra before being auctioned. Groomed and brushed like a prize pig.

Sharon stared down at you for a moment taking a sip of her stiff whiskey. She could tell her silence was making you more uncomfortable and she enjoyed watching you squirm just a bit more.

Leaving the glass on the table from the side of the couch she pressed the remote to turn on the fireplace behind them. The whooshing of fire started made you jump, your head whipping to the fire.

Sharon leaned forward digging her fingers against your overheated cheeks and dragging the gag down your neck. You panted in deep breaths trying to catch up.

“Do you know who I am?” Sharon interrogated. Her eyes took their time to admire your figure.

“Y-Yes, you’re Agent carter.” Your voice was crackled from the crying and screaming you’d let loose over the past few hours.

Sharon clicked her tongue in disapproval before taking another sip of her drink. “I was. But your cunt of a mother took that from me didn’t she?”

“If you think my mom will pay some sort of ransom you’re very wrong.” You sniffled trying to catch yourself from the edge of a panic attack.

Sharon let out a condescending chuckle. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty because there’s absolutely nothing in that head of yours is there.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I have more money than your mother will ever have. I don’t care about her. Maybe I’ll kill her too. She was an awful bitch.”

You nervously stiffened your body. “Why do you want me? Why did you buy me? For that much money.”

Sharon leaned back against the leather couch taking another drink. “Because hurting you is going to be rather cathartic won’t it be?”

“I never did anything to you.” You began to cry in terror at the threat of impending doom.

Sharon let out a gentle shush before pulling her fingers to signal for you to crawl over. Submissively you followed her demand; what choice did you have.

“Oh darling, but your bitch mother did. It’ll make using you even more fun now won’t it?” Sharon guided her fingers in a downwards point for you to sit on your knees perched between her legs. “Very obedient aren’t you.”

A tear streaked down your face as you avoided looking at Sharon.

She scoffed, leaning forward gripping your jaw to look up upon her. Her hold wasn’t rough but the pure threat of it alone carried the same effect. “You didn’t think I was going to save you did you?”

You shut your eyes in silent defeat, more tears leaving. “She’s dead… My mother…”

Sharon didn’t know how to react so she sat in their silence for a moment. She didn’t mourn the bitch, and if she showed condolences and remorse to her new prize it would be mistaken for weakness.

“You grew up to be such a pretty girl didn’t you?” Sharon sighed with a soothing tone brushing her hand upon your hair putting you in your place as nothing but a pet. “The less you think the better. I bought you to be my dumb little slut, that’s what you’re going to be.”

You nodded with a little sniffle punctuating your defeat.

Sharon lifted her two fingers upwards. “Stand.” She commanded. You stood with a shaky leg, the flame on the fireplace casting a shadow. “Aw, you’ve been very obedient so far. Let’s see how much longer that lasts.” Sharon challenged. “Strip.”

You hesitated for a moment before inhaling deeply. Unhooking the back of your bra and letting it slide down your arms, discarding it on the ground. You shimmied the panties off down your long legs and Sharon could practically growl at the sight.

“My, my. Look what we have here.” Sharon purred. She spun her fingers in representation and you immediately obeyed. “God, I’m not sure what I’m enjoying more. That gorgeous body of yours or how well you follow my orders?”

You blushed at the praise before being ordered to get back on your knees sitting at her feet. Sharon spread her legs out.

“I guess that means I’m your mommy now, right sweet girl?” She smiled, running her hand along your jaw. You grimaced in shame, shedding another tear in the moment's exposure.

“And we’re gonna play a little game.” Sharon’s hands moved to caress and pet gently along your cheeks. Enjoying and making note of your reaction at the minimal praise. “We’re gonna play Mommy Says. You’re a smart girl, you know how to play Simon Says. It’s just like that but for grownups.”

You only nodded hesitantly awaiting further instructions.

“Mommy says, unbutton her pants,” Sharon ordered tilting her hips at an advantage for you at her feet.

With shaky fingers, you hooked the buttons and slid the zipper down, before your hands returned folded into your lap.

“You’ve been very well trained, haven’t you? That’s a bit of a shame. I would just love watching your ass turn red under my whip because you couldn’t follow orders.” Sharon sighed with fake disappointment and you continued to blush furiously. “But I’m sure I’ll be able to break you easily enough. I’ll get what I want. I always do.”

“Mommy says to unbutton her shirt and then take it off of me, along with my bra.” Sharon set her glass to the end table in preparation.

You forced self-calming breaths as you undid each button exposing her toned body making you feel almost insecure.

Your chill fingers slid under the sleeves of the blouse before peeling it from her, throwing it with her clothes as well. You fiddled with Sharon's bra for a moment not used to having to remove it from this angle. Sharon adored the way your face squinted ever so slightly in exploration trying to find the right hooks.

You gasped as you stared down her now bare breasts with hungry eyes. Without realizing it, you gathered Sharon’s breasts. Playing and twisting her nipples gently in hand.

If Sharon wasn’t sure about your sexuality this definitely confirmed it.

“I didn’t say you could play with them. Did I?” Sharon hesitantly scorned. She loved the feeling of your hands feeling her up and watching the excitement cross your face but you needed to be trained. “That’s strike one.”

You let out a hushed apology barely loud enough to detect. You were too scared to speak out of turn but too worried not to apologize. Sharon stroked your soft cheeks with a delicate brush of a finger. “You’re an awfully hungry little whore. You can grope them once more.”

You silently nodded and cupped her breasts. You rolled her nipples across your fingers and Sharon hummed in pleasure. “Mommy says, take one in your mouth.”

You were quick to swoop in and wrapped your mouth around the woman’s breast. Your tongue swirled around the hardening bud enjoying the gentle reactions being drawn from Sharon.

“My, my little pet, that mouth of yours is surely going to be put to good use.” Sharon hummed in pleasure. “Now, mommy says to take off her pants.”

You pulled away frustrated before a confused look graced your face as you thought of how to undress the sitting woman. Your hands rubbed over the woman’s muscular thighs for a moment before sticking your fingers under the waistband of the pants. Your shaky hands slid under the fabric, your wrists dragging the material along with it. Sharon shimmied her hips in compliance with your good behavior.

On her knees you tugged the rest of her pants off, throwing them off to the side. You pressed faint kisses and touches along her shins, traveling to the tops of her thighs. You were trying to pretend like this was just a hookup, well one you never had, to think of every softcore lesbian porno you’d ever seen.

Sharon drew her fingers under your chin. You looked pleased as if you were being praised. When Sharon’s hand came smacked across your cheek it was a real surprise.

Your eyes got watery. “Aw, little cry baby.” Sharon cooed, rubbing over the reddening skin with gentle circles. “I love your enthusiasm but you need to follow the rules. That’s strike two.”

You sniffled a bit before leaving your gaze atop your lap in disobedient shame.

“Mommy says,” Sharon began before spreading her legs wide amongst the couch. “Move my panties to the side.”

Excitement filled you again before you dragged the maroon lace of her thong far to the side. You stared in awe like a starving man who walked in on thanksgiving.

“Beg to lick Mommy’s pussy.” Sharon ordered, wrapping a fist around your hair, ordering your eyes back to her own. “Mommy says beg.”

“M-Mommy, can I p-please lick your pussy?” You stuttered, internally restraining yourself from diving in.

“You can do better than that, pretty girl.”

You looked back up at Sharon with big doe eyes filled with tears of frustration. “Mommy, I’ll be such a good little girl if you let me lick your pussy. I promise I can make you cum. I want to make you cum all over my face, all over your toy.”

Sharon's whines oozed domination as she spread her legs a bit wider. “If your mouth is that nasty your tongue better live up to it.”

You eagerly wrapped Sharon’s strong thighs over your shoulders, dragging the damp panties to the side before devouring every bit.

“Oh fuck,” Sharon moaned out as your tongue darted in patterns around her cunt that was occupying her mouth. You stiffened your tongue before beginning to tease around the woman’s pussy.

Only a moment more of begging did you wait before dragging your tongue up the tight pussy to toy with the swollen clit at the top. A soft massage with your lips drew a soft suction along her pussy crescendoing more in more as the moments passed.

You didn’t want to tease Sharon. It wasn’t smart especially with being so close to a punishment.

You wrapped her arms around Sharon’s toned thighs as to wear them like ear muffs. Nestling your nose into the blond landing strip, drawing your tongue in separate directions. Letting out a groan of desire at the pure taste of the powerful woman above her. Sharon grabbed her glass cup of scotch sliding it down her throat so nonchalantly to pretend it felt like the pet wasn’t even there.

“What a good girl you are.” She panted, her eyes rolling back into her head. “God you’re the best purchase I think I’ve ever made.”

Sliding two fingers into her wet pussy, Sharon quickly grabbed you by the scalp, throwing your ass on the ground

“Did mommy say you could do that?” Her chest rose in breaths. “Dumb whore, who do you think you are?”

Sharon grabbed your hair once more, pulling you to your knees. Your head tilted from her burning grip. “I-I'm sorry, mommy.”

“That’s all you have to say?” She chuckled. Her stiff hand slapped hard across the face, gripping your hair to pull you back in place after. “Beg or I’ll have some fun with that fireplace and a poker. I’d love to see your pretty skin burn.”

Your eyes widened in the threat of pain. “Mommy I’m sorry. Please I’m so sorry, I don’t deserve your kindness. I was only wanting to please you and show you how grateful I am.”

Sharon made a disappointing click on her tongue. “You promise to behave? I’d hate to punish you so early.” Her hand stroked across my wet cheeks.

“Yes, yes I promise. Please let me please you, mommy. I promise I’ll be such a good girl.” You begged in fright.

“I shouldn’t reward such disobedience but you have quite a skilled tongue. I’m gonna have so much fun abusing you.” Sharon pulled on your hair once more to get you to stand. Your legs shaking as you followed instruction, the sight of your own slick-covered thighs was not missed. “Aw, dumb cum slut. Your pussy gets wet when I hurt you, what a whore. I’m gonna make your cunt cry, I’m gonna stretch you out, make you scream my name for hours till all you can think about is my fat strap. You’ll be my personal sex doll.”

Your thighs clenched in desperation and defeat before whispering a gentle, “please.”

Sharon smiled cupping your cheek. “Lay down on the couch, baby.”

You nodded as Sharon stood, submissively laying back flat against the couch, your chest rising and falling in rushed anxiety while being at the hands of a sadist with a pointless vendetta.

“Mommy says you will make me cum while I ride your face. Do you understand?” Sharon ordered, straddling you.

“Yes, mommy.” You whispered. “Please let me lick your sweet pussy.”

She smiled in pride as she took a pace above your pretty tear-stained face, one knee kneeling on the other side of your head, the other leg standing to give herself enough freedom to be as rough as she wanted.

Sharon lowered herself and you inhaled her wet arousal. Swirling your tongue along her pussy, taking more pressure as you ran over her clit. Sharon hissed in pleasure each hit.

Your tongue movements moved vertically over and over again. Your thick tongue devoured her tight pussy so desperately.

“M-Mommy says you can use your finger now.” She whined. It was shocking to see such a strong woman so powerful be so vulnerable.

Latching your arm around her kneeling thigh around her tight ass. The other hand sliding its fingers inside her quivering pussy. Beginning to finger fucking her, you enjoyed the gentle teasing that was being allowed as you sucked along her clit. You changed different patterned suctions to drive her owner closer to the edge.

Fingers curling inside in a waving maneuver, ever so often brushing against the soft spot inside of her. She clenched around the fingers each time. Her pussy was gripping so tight it felt like she could cut off circulation.

“Mommy’s gonna cum. Don’t stop, toy. Make mommy cum and I’ll treat you so good baby, fuck.” She moaned above you. Your movements grew quicker and harder as she clenched and shook above you. Hard breathing and cries till your face became flooded from the sweet pussy.

She stood from you, sliding her leg back over to stand. You panted loudly as you caught your breath.

“You’re such a good girl.” Sharon purred, her hands stroking over your hair in admiration. “You look so pretty like this.”

You were brought to tears in happiness. So many days of pain and terror unsure of who I’d be sold to. I never expected someone so caring and loving. You slid your fingers back in your mouth cleaning the reward given to you by your master.

“No tears baby. You’re safe with me as long as you behave. You're mine now, and I don't like getting rid of my toys.” She cooed from your cries. “Would you like mommy to make you cum, doll?”

You nodded in glee at mommy’s generosity. You were already infatuated and willing to do whatever Sharon pleased.

Sharon sat on the other side of the couch and patted her thigh. You crawled over and sat waiting for further instructions. “Straddle my thigh.”

You furrowed your brows and hesitated for a moment.

“Ah I forgot, guess I’m still shaking a bit. Mommy says for you to straddle my thigh.”

Smiling wide with the new permission you swung your leg over her thigh. Mommy slid her hand underneath your drenched pussy, pressing the palm of her wrist over the clit, her fingers not diving into your aching hole. “Mommy says to ride my hand.”

You eagerly began to hump her, little whimpers leaving you. Sharon’s mouth pressed against the side of your neck, using her other hand to pull you closer against her chest. Like a good girl, you nestled your head into the crevice of her neck, smelling the sweet scent of her hair product.

Mommy’s kisses curled hungrily around your neck as you humped her palm harder. You cried against Sharon’s neck as Sharon alternated bites and hickeys along your neck. “Mommy.” You moaned.

“You’re doing so well for me.” She whispered in your ear before reading her tongue against the far side of your jaw. “It’s cute how much of a desperate Virgin you are. So obedient for me.”

You blushed as your obvious lack of experience was so apparent to your new owner. At another wave of pleasure, you whimpered in her ear. “Mommy, I’m-“

“You’ve been so well behaved, little one.” Mommy praised you. “Mommy says you’re get to cum. You deserve it for that perfect tongue of yours. You haven’t even tried to fight mommy off yet.”

You rode her palm faster as your breasts bounced against hers. “I’m gonna ruin you. You may be happy now, but when you try to escape I’m going to lock you up and violate you till all you know is me.”

You threw her head back howling in pleasure, your vision practically became filled with dots as your throat felt like it’d erupt from the screams. Your bare pussy rode slower after you came. They both breathed heavily in unison.

Sharon pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. “You actually are a good little girl.”

You could only nod too blissed out to form actual sentences. You yelped in surprise as your master threw you over her shoulder and carried you up the stairs. Mommy set you on the cold marble bathroom counter. You gasped at the cool touch on my quivering thighs. “You’re really strong.”

She giggled for a second. “I was in the fieldwork for the FBI before…” she cleared her throat in tension. “But I still work out so I can throw pretty toys like you as a rag doll.”

You blushed as she waltzed to the obscenely large bathtub lined with jets. She had a separate rainfall shower on the other side of the room, an overly extravagant bathroom for just one. A pair of jack and Jill counters lined with cool-toned marble.

As the bath began to fill she waved you over. You stepped down and followed with wobbling legs. “Get in the bath, princess.” Sharon stroked over your bare thigh as she kneeled on the side of the tub. You took an unsteady step into the filling bathtub. “Mommy’s gonna give you bath time, okay?”

“Yes, mommy.” You nodded leaning back against the porcelain. Once the tub was filled, mommy switched it off and grabbed the bottle of sweet-smelling soap from the counter. More heat bloomed within you as you watched her pour the elixir in hand.

Sharon leaned forward from the side of the tub and rubbed it over your waist trailing up your torso. You let out a pent-up sigh as your master’s magic fingers made all the stress leave your body. She stroked the suds over your breasts, thumbs tickling against the hardening peaks. “Ever thought about getting your nipples pierced, little one?”

“I dunno…” You stammered looking down at her mommy’s curious fingers. “Doesn’t it hurt really badly?”

“Only for a bit, but then it’s all better.” Sharon’s soap-covered palms moved to your shoulders and down your arms. “You’d just look so delicious with them, they make you so sensitive. Some girls can even cum from playing with them alone after they get them pierced.”

“Um, maybe.” You mumbled just trying to enjoy her gentle touch.

“Darling, I wasn’t asking permission.” Mommy chuckled as her hands went down your torso again and began to rub your soft tummy under the water you laid in. “Once you get settled here, we’ll be having them done for you.”

You nodded in both excitement and fright, biting your lip at the thought of it. “Yes, mommy.”

Mommy gathered her hands around your sore pussy, beginning to rub her fingers through the remains of my slick-covered lips. Every time her finger would brush against your clit, you’d cry out and flinch from sensitivity. “You’re such a good girl for me, letting mommy clean your pussy.”

You only nodded with a faint whimper as most of the adrenaline was beginning to leave your body. You could hear a soft ‘aww’ noise from her master after laying your head back and shutting your heavy eyes.

You flinched awake as the drain was pulled from the tub. “Time for bed.” Sharon smiled, helping you up out of the tub. Mommy wrapped a warmed towel around you, patting each inch of you dry, punctuating it with a gentle kiss.

You followed Sharon back into the bedroom where she was gathering a pillow and extra blanket from the bed. “I don’t have a puppy bed, but I’ll get one in the next few days.” Mommy pat the arranged blankets and pillow on the floor beside her bed.

“But, why can’t I sleep with you?” Your lip wobbled as you were on the brink of tears.

“Oh, pretty girl.” She cooed, taking your face in hand. “Pets sleep in their own bed. And you’re my good girl aren't you?”

The pet sniffled a little with a nod.

“Let me get you settled in.” Sharon kneeled to the ground beside you and maneuvered the plethora of blankets and pillows to lay you comfortable. “Go to sleep, kitty.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You sat up and quickly pulled Sharon back down to peck her cheek. “Goodnight, mommy.”

Sharon tossed and turned till the early hours of the morning. When she’d gotten out of the shower earlier her pet was long asleep. She could hear the soft echo of your breathing, envious of you that way. Her bed was cold, lonely. She hadn’t slept beside some since...well since she lived in DC.

She looked back down at her pretty toy that laid curled up on the ground, knocked out cold. Sharon huffed to herself in defeat as she left her soft sheets, then to carry you from the ground into her bed.

“Mommy?” Your voice was thick from sleep as Sharon tucked the blankets in around them.

“Go back to sleep. Mommy needs a cuddle bug.” She told the half-asleep girl.

Sharon scooped you up into her arms, you laid your head against Sharon’s breasts. Sharon’s heart warmed at the feeling of someone being this close to her.

Her heart thrummed at the feeling of the pretty doll in her arms. Oh, how she was the best investment ever made. Oh, she’ll never let her beautiful girl go.

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A/N: AHH, I’m so gay don’t mind me. There will probably going to be more parts to this series. Not a legit legit fic, but a collection of one shots. I hope you enjoyed, happy pride month