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“You have some hearing problems?” She asked you as she turned back to face you and you frowned. “Since you didn’t follow my command.”

“I am sorry.”

“Mistress.”

“I am sorry mistress,” you said and looked into the pair of deep brown eyes which were undressing your already undressed body. You remembered of what had Polly told you before you zoned out and you sat onto the chair, wide opening your legs.

You were in her office where no one was. You heard soft footsteps and you knew it was the brown haired woman. As you heard her breath at your ear, you closed your eyes, shivering.

“Stretch those legs out,” Polly commanded and you really slowly parted your legs. The cold air hitting your body and since you were already dripping onto the chair, it was even colder for you. “I will show you what will you get once you push Polly’s limits. You have been playing a dirty game for the whole week Y/n. Did you think it would’ve gone without any consequences?”

“No mistress,” you whispered and closed your eyes. You knew that you had been bad in the previous few days and you knew you hadn’t thought Polly would take it- here.

Polly’s hand slid between your thighs. An idea of that couldn’t be bad at all could it? You had no idea what was Polly talking about, she seemed to pleasure you.

Her fingers found your clit and she started drawing slow circles while her lips were at your ear.

“First you dare not to come to the meeting. Then you don’t do the paperwork I gave you. Then you decide not to show up at work and then you act like a bitch. Where did this all came from?” Polly asked you, remembering you do the previous week and how it went.

“I-“ you wanted to answer her but as she knew what were you about to do, she used three of her thick fingers. And that already hurt.

“You? Cat got your tongue?”

“I didn’t do the most of that you said,” you whispered, fighting for some air when Polly started fingering you.

“Are you sure? I don’t think that,” she said, her voice lower. As she said this, she pulled her fingers out and then she took something. She walked in front of you, so you could see her and you saw a rope in her hands. “Legs to the chair,” she commanded and you put your legs into the position she told you.

Polly wasn’t even gentle. She tied your legs to the chair really tightly you were afraid she would cut your blood circulation. When she was done, you looked at the brown haired woman and she looked you into your eyes.

Without any warning, she used two of her fingers and started fingering you. She didn’t start slow or gentle. She started with the speed she liked the most and you whined when you felt her fingers brushing your walls, making you feel all floaty.

“O-oh-“ you moaned and let your head fall limp with closed eyes. Polly didn’t adjust your head, she didn’t care. You messed up and you were taking the punishment.

She did everything to make you cum. She licked your nipples from time to time, pushed her fingers deep inside or stimulated your clit. And you liked all of that. And that was the mistake.

When Polly saw your legs shaking a little and felt your cunt clench around her fingers, she kissed you onto your clit. When you gasped and pushed your hips up, Polly pulled away, not making you cum.

“Oh come on!”

“Shut up you slut,” Polly hissed and you whined out quietly. “You thought that I would let you cum?”

“Mhm-“

“Too bad,” Polly said and when she was sure the wave of orgasm faded away, she started again. First with circling your clit.

“Please-“

The woman in front of you totally ignored you. When she used her fingers again, she started even rougher than before. You threw your head back and clenched your teeth, letting out whines.

She seemed to ignore you. Once you heard how wet you were and felt the familiar tickling in your stomach, you didn’t say a word. Maybe she would let you cum like that. If she didn’t know you were close.

But Polly Gray wasn’t dumb as you thought. She looked up into your face, finding you biting on your lower lip and she felt you clenching around her fingers. Reaching her hand out, she squeezed your nipple along with pulling her fingers out, what left you feeling even more destroyed than you really were.

“Mistress!” You half screamed, half begged and when the comfortable sparks faded away, you whined out loudly. “Please- I will be a good girl, please-“ you begged her. As you opened your eyes again to look at her, you sucked in a breath. She was holding a knife against your throat. One of her sharpest ones.

“Then be a one. And follow my commands, hm?” Polly challenged you and you gulped that loud she could hear that. A smirk settled on her face and she kept holding the knife against your throat. Her fingers went further inside of you than ever and your breathing sped up.

“Oh-“ you moaned quietly, feeling the knife deeper in the skin of your throat.

Polly’s fingers were sliding in and out of you rhythmically. She was making you feel lot of different feelings but you were sure about that she was doing so good for you. And you didn’t complain. But if she would let you cum-

Her fingers felt thick. She was stimulating your clit with her other hand and you clenched your muscles as you were sitting on the chair, remembering of that you, your legs and arms were tied to it.

You felt your walls clenching. Your belly tickled and shiver ran down your spine. Your eyes were closing from the feeling she was making you go through and your toes started dangerously curling. Maybe it would be better if you told her about it-

But on the other hand, you didn’t want to. Polly became even rougher and you sucked in a breath. You needed just a little bit of her movements and you were ready to cum-

“Fuck!”

“Don’t you dare cum.”

“But mistress!” You whined loudly, feeling your head hurt. Polly smiled over your behavior and you gave up. You couldn’t hold it. “Fucking god!”

Polly immediately pulled out her fingers and backed away. You were on the edge, the highest spot. All you needed was a little push, only one stroke. But she didn’t give it to you.

“Please!” You screamed as loud as you could but it didn’t seem to help. Polly cleaned off her fingers and backed away even more. She checked your body on the chair and then she smiled.

“I think it was enough.”

“But-“

“If it wasn’t you can stay here like this until the morning,” she said and you decided to shut up immediately. “You’re learning fast, but not as fast as I would wish,” Polly breathed out and freed you.

The blood circulation returned to your legs and you massaged them. When you felt your core twitch, you just let out an unsatisfied breath and Polly chuckled.