#send ideas

Anyway I still have no idea what happens next. Send help.

At this point the next few chapters might have to become interactive because this is driving me fucking insane. Y’all can vote on ideas, send in ideas, sacrifice a goat, whatever gets this story moving.

The way I should’ve ended this fic ten chapters ago instead of deciding I needed more plot and more character development.

A male friend of mine has been feeling down lately and lacking self confidence physically. Naturally my instincts were to lift him up with my words and remind him of his great qualities. But for him that’s not enough, he needs to feel it for himself.

That led me to think what DO men do to uplift themselves?

Some of girls get our hair done, get our nails done, buy a cute outfit, get dolled up and go out for the night with our girls.

Now those two rules didn't get you two weeks of torture, the third rule you broke did. That night after the party, you had gotten home...fairly wasted, you had drank a lot. That's when your punishment started, Natasha was giving it since you broke her rules. It had been an hour, of edging, refusals, and you were begging, sobbing, just how she wanted you. She had said one more, one more time of being brought to the edge and denied. You had agreed, but when you got so close to the edge, you accidentally let go.

Natasha immediately took the vibrator away, ruining your orgasm. You haven't cum since, and to say the least you were desperate. Even more so since you have been sitting on Natasha's lap for the last 20 minutes, her strap buried inside of you. She had given you one simple rule, don't move.

You were failing.

Between Natasha's 'shifting' and Wanda's hands rubbing up and down your back, along your thighs, your hips couldn't stay still. Between the feeling of being filled after so long, and your own wetness coating Natasha's bare thighs you couldn't think of anything else. Your hips rock again, earning your thigh a sharp smack from Natasha. A whine leaves your lips, your eyes pleading with her, for what? You don't even know.

"Just sit still bunny, I won't tell you again."

"Yes daddy."

You say laying your head back on her shoulder, closing your eyes willing yourself to forget how full you were. Trying to forget how every time Natasha moves, you can feel the ridges dragging along your sensitive walls. Trying to forget the smooth feeling of Wanda's hand rubbing your thigh, her other rubbing over Natasha's hand on your hip, pulling your hips forward at any given moment.

You don't know how long it's been, all you know is your thigh is positively red from Natasha's hand coming down on it so much. Your thighs ache from being in the same position for so long, and sometime along the lines Wanda has left the couch to make dinner. You feel Natasha shift again, causing you to let out a soft moan. Her hands grip your hips, lifting you up and slamming you back down on the strap.

"F-fuck"

A loud moan tears its way out of your throat, causing you to lift your head and look at Natasha.

"You've been such a good girl bunny," Natasha starts, her hands lifting you once more before dropping you back down. "taking everything we've been giving you the last couple of weeks."

Her hands on your hips start rocking, sliding your hips forward and backward, setting your pace. Low moans and whines slipping from your lips, your hips eagerly matching her pace.

"I think you've earned your reward."

You're already close, your hips rocking at Natasha's pace, your hands gripping her shoulders, nails digging in leaving crescent indents in her skin. Natasha's mouth finds your neck, your collarbones, your chest, making her way down. Her hands leave your hips, lifting your shirt, her shirt over your head. Her lips attach to one of your nipples, her other hand trailing back down to your hip, picking up your pace.

Your thighs are aching, hips stuttering from the sheer intensity of what you're feeling. Your wetness soaking Natasha's thighs, the heat building. The strap hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Your breath comes in short gasps, your head thrown back, eyes clenched shut.

"Look at me bunny."

You snap your head down, finding her eyes, her lips circled around your nipple. You feel it, so intense and so overwhelming the only thing you can get out is,

"Please daddy!"

Her lips leave your sensitive skin, her hand trailing down to circle your clit. Her eyes find yours, pausing for a moment. You know she's waiting, waiting to see if you'll let go before permission. Your clenched so tight, holding it, your muscles screaming at you to let go, but you won't. Not until she says so. She finds what she's looking for, then she says one word.

"Cum"

You do, your muscles tense, hips spasming, eyes rolling back. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash over you, shockwave after shockwave of all the built up tension leaving your body. Mouth forming a silent "o". Natasha keeps rubbing slow circles, her hand rocking your hips to help you ride it out. Your body slumps against her, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. She finally stills her hands, one of them coming up to rub the back of your head.

You stay like that for while, her still inside of you, her hand rubbing smooth circles on your head, her lips kissing the side of your head every once in a while. At some point she lifts you off her, you let out a whine at the loss. She helps you back into her shirt, brining you back onto her lap. Wanda comes back, plates of food in hand, she sets them on the table. Bringing one plate she sits next to you, brining little bites up to your mouth, then sips of water.