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Black rope fashioned into a harness pulled taut to bare skin, contrasting elegantly against her milky white complexion; Intricacies of the loops fastened beneath the swell of her breasts, over her décolletage, and shoulders demonstrated Vera’s marvelous handiwork, a definite betterment from times prior.
The lithe but lean body of her second in command laid between ample thighs, the patience of the stern woman had worn thin; Having perfected the amorous craft of foreplay substantially over the few months where Joan had allowed Vera the privilege of initiating intimacy, the liberty to explore. Her infinite teasing seemed to rival the woman who excelled within that cruel art.
Only clothed in the Governor’s uniform blazer, the unbuttoned garment offered a sliver of nude skin to be exposed between the lapels, an enticing view nonetheless.
Her slender digits, clad in the infamous black leather gloves often used to taunt and tease her, followed the precisely braided strands of the older woman’s bindings, partially admiring her own contrivance and in awe of how the trusses accentuated her significant others breasts.
Whines muffled behind closed lips hadn’t gone unnoticed; Vera had subsequently cracked that resilient facade Joan donned along with her statuesque bun.
“You must use your words, Governor. I cannot read minds.” Grinning triumphantly into fiery porcelain flesh as a groan of frustration replaced the pleading whimpers that filled the silence.
Dipping a hand to the region which required utmost attention and alleviation, black leather retreat from that haven; Glossed with immense arousal from caressing the valleys of her sex stunned the younger woman, yet encouraged her ruthless prodding. “Oh, you’re absolutely loving this. Aren’t you, Governor? I can almost feel how desperate your cunt is through the gloves.” Her plush bottom lip caught by her top teeth, further analyzing the slick residue coating the hide. “Judging by the mess you’ve left on these gloves.. I would’ve thought you’d came already. Being talked down to like this gets you so hot, hm?”
Vera lifted herself onto her hands, crawling up to lazily place kisses on her stomach, kissing just to the top of her curls. Pleads and whimpers were ignored as she crept further up her body, planting kisses along her chest, pinning her down by the arms and resting her sex on Joan’s, slowly beginning to gyrate her hips. Vera watched as Joan’s back arched and she gasped. “Oh, Vera,” She moaned, her sex grinding against Vera’s. The sound of Joan’s rapid breathing, whimpers, and moans filled the air. Vera pressed her sex into Joan’s, rendering a groan from the older woman.
Yanking on the restraints detailing her bust, inadvertently causing her to arch her chest forward. “Such pretty tits for such a naughty thing..” Without hesitation, rose tinged petal lips daubed haphazard kisses along the center of her breasts, gingerly nipping around crinkled dusty pink areolas. In turn, Joan’s parted lips offered a cacophony of pleasure through throaty hisses and barely audible groans. “If only the prison could see you now, allowing your subordinate to mark you like this..” The coupled stimulation of skittish bites surrounding her nipples and Vera’s cunt on her own diminished her to a breathless, panting heap below her rowdy deputy.
She took a nipple in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around it. “I’m sure the prison would get a kick about how submissive you are in the bedroom..” she planted kisses around her areola. “whimpering and moaning and so turned on you can hardly stand me touching you,” Joan groaned in frustration as Vera took her nipple in her mouth again. “So well composed at work, only to come home and unravel at the hands of your deputy”
“I know you could climax solely from this, so needy..” Harshly bucking willowy hips to curvaceous ones, her gloved digits squeezed her wrists in an attempt to curb her own wanton wails. “But you’re far too obedient for that.. You’d never come without my permission, because you’re such a good girl for me, isn’t that right?” Venomous bites allowed Joan the delight of relinquishing that hardened exterior, impenetrable before this awkward yet endearing turned audacious woman made her way in.
Urgently nodding to the degrading accolade, the wonderful stimulation abruptly ended. Leather groaned and creaked as Vera’s hand grasped her chin, forcing desire saturated sable eyes to lock with irises that held an oceanic essence, now with rugged waves ravaging the innocent blue. “Use your words, Governor. I will not repeat myself again.” She adored her protégés’ spitfire persona in the bedroom, especially when she’d show little to no mercy while asserting dominance; A tingle surged throughout her at the order and ferocious demeanor of sweet Vera.
“I wouldn’t do such a thing without your approval. I only aim to please you and obey your commands, Miss Bennett.” The rough grip loosened into nothingness, soon rewarded with a hasty kiss to her slightly ajar lips as the cool material of the gloves soothed the subtle ache of her jaw.
“If you’re so keen on your ability to control yourself, prove it.” Vera reached over into the bedside table and took out a bullet vibrator, smirking. “This shouldn’t be any issue to you, because after all, you pride yourself on your control” she placed a kiss on her mouth, trailing down her jawline, before moving herself between Joan’s legs once more. “Show me how good of a girl you really are”
She ran the bullet over Joan’s clit, receiving a gasp and moan as a reply. She listened to the symphony of whines, moans, groans, and whimpers as she circled her clit with the bullet. Joan’s hip bucked and her legs opened further. Vera removed the bullet and Joan groaned, only to change into moans as Vera’s tongue ran along her folds. Her tongue trailed up to her clit, softly sucking while running the bullet along the top of her clit. Vera removed her lips and continued circling the bullet on her clit, grinning as she watched the older woman squirm and moan in front of her.
Joan’s legs began to shake, and she pressed the bullet into her clit. Her back arched and a low groan followed. “I can always tell you’re close when your legs start to shake.” She swirled the bullet around her clit, resting it on top. “But what happened to being a good girl, governor? Good girls who listen tell me when they’re about to come.” She continued rubbing the bullet on her clit, careful to keep her just on the edge of an orgasm.
Rounded hips twitched and jerked as her sounds of annoyance and defeat grew boisterous, clawing at Egyptian cotton for any sort of stability to keep her grounded. Puppy dog eyes joined with a pout pleaded silently until the delectable thrum of the toy ceased, tossed to the vacant side of their bed. The cool, unforgiving material of her gloves glissaded at the outside of her thighs, her taunter relishing in the shiver that surged and caused her to quake. “P-please.. I need you..” Before being reprimanded, she persisted. “I need to come.. Please?” There had always been something so delicious about this powerful, intimidating woman, bending over backwards for her, begging for her.
“Since when do bad girls get rewards?” Her glove clad hands roamed along her sides, running along the older woman’s curves. “Naughty girl, trying to come before I gave you permission” her hands ran over her thighs, brushing the insides. “I’m sorry, Miss Bennett. I know I’ve been a bad girl and disobeyed you.”
Vera mimicked her frustrated pout, fingertips dancing along the twists and knots of the harness adorning her chest. “You’ve greatly disappointed me..” Trailing a digit over the restraints, highlighting her breast. “In fact, I don’t think you deserve to be fucked by me.” Abruptly, a jet black hide covered hand groped the pliant mound. “I should leave you here, or even make you watch me get myself off without giving you an ounce of gratification you so desperately desire.”
“You need not forget who is in charge here, governor.” Her glove clad fingers played with Joan’s folds. Muffled moans filled the air. She had never felt this aroused before, and struggled to maintain composure.
“Any stray from disobedience will not be tolerated. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Joan moaned.
Vera pulled her hand from Joan’s center. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Ms. Bennett.”
“Good. Now tell me, who is in charge here?” She grasped Joan’s chin hard, holding her stare. She moved and pressed her body against Joan’s. Joan groaned and her eyes slid shut. Vera’s free hand ran through Joan’s hair, before she leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Or can you not bear to admit your submissiveness out loud?”
“You are.” Joan breathed, ultimately defeated by her own carnal desires for the deliciously virulent woman to put her in her rightful place.
“I am what?”
“You are in charge. Now, please, Vera, please let me come.”