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Rhaenyra, aching from the strain of the tedious evening office hours, gently pressed her palms to her face. The grading of mid-term papers had dragged on, putting her behind schedule, which meant another late night was in store. Many students often came by for assistance in translating the dead Valyrian language, which tended to put her behind because she generally didn’t like to turn anyone away. She pulled her hands away from her face and sighed before reaching for her cell phone. Her fingers clacked against the keys on the screen as she typed.
Sorry, love, should be home in about another hour.
She hit the arrow, sending the message to Alicent. After rolling out her shoulders, she reached for the uncapped pen on her desk and returned to reading another paper outlining the histories of Old Valyria.
I understand, love. See you soon
Her phone vibrated, and the screen lit up with Alicent’s response. Rhaenyra smiled as she sent a kiss emoji in return. Her wife was a fellow professor, so she certainly understood, yet Rhaenyra didn’t want her to wait up half the night for her. Alicent tended to be proficient when dealing with the pre-law students, having no issue shutting her door when her office hours were over, but she understood working late nights. That had been her when starting with the prestigious Velaryon firm. While worrying her lower lip between her teeth, Rhaenyra set a timer on her phone to ensure she would promptly leave her office. Then, she set to work diving into the mid-term papers. Relief flooded over her when the timer chimed through the quiet office. After shutting down her work laptop, she loaded her leather shoulder bag and set out, looking forward to heading home.
Plans were brewing in Alicent’s mind after she received her wife’s text, sensing that her partner might need something special to help her unwind. Rhaenyra had certainly done the same for her when she started her new job a few years ago. She rolled off the plush comforter and padded over to the dresser, kneeling to open the bottom drawer—one whose contents had been sadly neglected lately. Yet tonight seemed like the perfect occasion to break them open and bring the items out of retirement. She selected a few items and articles of clothing, placing them neatly on the bed before she changed out of her comfy loungewear and into a more alluring, seductive outfit.
The stress of the day melted off Rhaenyra’s shoulders the moment she turned the lock in the door and stepped through the threshold. She kicked off her black flats and looped the handles of her shoulder bag on a nearby hook before slipping off her jacket and placing it away in the living room closet. Her blazer was left hanging on the back of the door of her campus office; she hated that blasted thing. She entered the living room, blinking her eyes a few times to fully comprehend the sight of Alicent draped over the neutral-toned couch with a glass of white wine in her hand.
Her mouth went dry as her eyes traced the curve of Alicent’s bare leg. The black stilettos framed the appendage alluringly. A snug black pencil skirt hugged Alicent’s lower half, a crisp white collared shirt tucked into the waistband. Her auburn curls were piled neatly on top of her head in a sleek bun, and black cat-eyed glasses were perched on the edge of her nose. Rhaenyra’s pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips, which were long robbed of the gloss she had applied that morning.
“Bloody hell,” she murmured, her belly clenching.
“Hello, darling,” Alicent purred, sipping wine and leaving a crimson smear behind on the glass. Her blood-red lips stood out in the dim lighting. Crimson swathing through muted amber.
Rhaenyra moved like a sleek cat over toward her wife. Alicent took hold of Rhaenyra’s chin as the silver-haired woman swooped down to kiss her. Her lipstick melted against the warmth of Rhaenyra’s lips, leaving a waxy taste on the tip of Rhaenyra’s tongue, but she didn’t mind it. She could still taste the salt and sweetness of Alicent.
“You look good enough to eat,” Rhaenyra murmured.
“All in due time, my love,” Alicent grinned, “But first I thought we might play a little game.”
“Oh? What sort of game?” Intrigue coursed through Rhaenyra, excitement bubbling in her stomach, and arousal surged through her.
“Why don’t you go upstairs? I laid an outfit for you, put it on then come back down to me. Bring the items with you as well,” Alicent instructed, and Rhaenyra felt a familiar throb between her thighs. Oh. Oh. It's that sort of game. While Rhaenyra usually enjoyed taking Alicent apart under her hands, she adored it when the roles were reserved. Alicent was stunning when she took charge, and she was an absolute beast in the court room and commanding her lectures.
“Yes, ma’am,” Rhaenyra smirked, practically running up the stairs and into the bedroom as curiosity pulsed through her veins.
Her fingers ran over the green pleated skirt, and the white satin knickers gently caressed the white button-up and cradled the green tie in her palm. They hadn’t done this particular role play in a long time, but it seemed the perfect opportunity to rekindle it. Rhaenyra needed to shed the professor role for the evening and give up control to Alicent. Slowly, she stripped out of her black chinos and charcoal dress shirt, placing the items in the hamper by the closet before getting into the makeshift schoolgirl outfit. She knotted the emerald green tie around the collar and rifled through her sock drawer to find a pair that would work for knee socks. Next, she loosened her hair from the messy end-of-the-day ponytail and let her hair fall loose around her shoulders.
Anticipation gnawed in her stomach as she lifted the ruler off the bed, feeling the weight of it in her hands. She was looking forward to the sting. She closed her lilac eyes, feeling desire swirl in her belly as she replaced the ruler in her hand with the green dildo. Her hand wrapped around the girth, slowly pumping it as she imagined it nestled between Alicent’s creamy thighs. After placing it back on the bed, she snaked her hand between her thighs, stroking herself over the knickers. The satin clung to her wet lips. Once she calmed down, she gathered the items in her hands and skipped down the stairs, standing before Alicent.
“I take it you consent then?” Alicent smiled.
“Very much so.”
Alicent stood, balancing in her heels, clothing clinging to her like a second skin as she took the items from Rhaenyra. She tucked them under one arm and took Rhaenyra’s hand with her free one, guiding her into the shared office. Rhaenyra’s belly did excited flip-flops as she followed Alicent like a little lamb. The oak desk had been cleared, the smooth surface glistening in the bright light illuminating the room. Alicent placed the ruler on the center of the desk while the dildo and harness were placed on the far edge.
She sat primly in the leather chair, hands folded neatly in her lap as she fixed Rhaenyra with a stern gaze. Rhaenyra’s cheeks flushed as she fidgeted from foot to foot. Part of her longed to grind against the edge of the desk, to bring herself to a delicious orgasm while Alicent watched her squirm and writhe like a bitch in heat.
“Miss Targaryen, this is the third time you’ve been sent to my office this week for not following the proper dress code. Where is your blazer?” Alicent stated sternly.
Rhaenyra bit back a smirk, the irony not lost on her, flipping a strand of hair behind her shoulder. “It’s just a blazer, miss. I was hot.” The attitude was thick in her voice.
“Do you think the rules don’t apply to you, Miss Targaryen?”
“Something like that, miss,” she snorted, giving a flippant eye roll.
“Well, I’m here to inform you otherwise.” Alicent stood from the desk and walked over to Rhaenyra, cupping her chin firmly. Rhaenyra’s legs wobbled, turning to putty under Alicent’s touch.
Alicent’s thumb pressed against Rhaenyra’s lower lip, tracing the plush flesh. “You need to be taught a lesson.”
“If you say so, miss,” Rhaenyra whispered.
“I do. Bend over the desk.”
Rhaenyra inhaled slowly and deeply as she bent across the polished wood, feeling the smooth wood under her palms. The skirt crept up her thighs, the white satin knickers peeking out. Alicent pushed the fabric further up, tucking the hem into the waistband. The material stretched pleasantly against Rhaenyra’s plush arse. A wet patch spread across the crotch, and Alicent was tempted to stroke it, but she resisted and lifted the ruler into her hand. The wood tapped against Rhaenyra’s backside, making her jump slightly.
“Ten should suffice,” Alicent mused aloud before lifting her hand in the air.
Rhaenyra heard the sharp crack before she felt the sweet sting, and she couldn’t help but squirm as her fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk. The next four fell in even succession before Alicent’s fingers hooked in the band of the knickers, tugging them swiftly down Rhaenyra’s legs until they puddled around her stockinged ankles. The strike against her bare flesh made her mewl as her clit throbbed with pleasure. By the time the final blow landed, she was ready to get on her hands and knees and beg Alicent to fuck her.
“I hope this has taught you a lesson, Miss Targaryen. You are not above discipline,” Alicent lectured as her warm palm caressed Rhaenyra’s marked skin.
“Yes, miss,” Rhaenyra whispered, pressing her cheek against the desk and shifting her legs wider.
Alicent huffed but slipped her palm between her spread thighs. Her fingers stroked Rhaenyra’s puffy, slick flesh before delivering an open-handed smack to her pussy.
“You are quite naughty, Miss Targaryen.”
“I am.”
“Lift your head and look straight ahead,” Alicent instructed.
Rhaenyra did such, watching Alicent move into her line of sight. Alicent unhooked her skirt, letting it slide off before she kicked it aside. Rhaenyra felt dizzy and drunk on lust, her eyes glued on the black harness. Alicent inched up her creamy legs before sliding the dildo into place and tightening the straps. Rhaenyra wanted Alicent to fuck her hard and stupid until every last thought left her mind.
“Young ladies such as you simply need a firm hand,” Alicent reasoned as her palm slapped Rhaenyra’s stinging behind, “Stand up.”
Rhaenyra balanced on shaky legs while Alicent undid the buttons, sliding the shirt down Rhaenyra’s arms. Her hands cupped Rhaenyra’s breasts as a taupe-painted thumb circled each rosy nipple until it pebbled under her touch. “You need someone in control to help guide you. Don’t you, sweet little lamb?”
“ Yes .” Rhaenyra croaked the response, her mouth dry as a bone.
Alicent pressed her back over the desk, the tip of the dildo pressing against her entrance. A needy whine spilled from Rhaenyra’s lips as her wetness seeped over the silicone. Alicent’s hands settled on Rhaenyra’s hips as she slowly sank inside her wife. Her muscles stretched pleasantly around the cock as drool dribbled down the corners of her mouth. This was just what she needed. Alicent allowed her to adjust to the girth before moving her hips steadily. She couldn’t help but watch as her wife’s pink, puffy cunt swallowed up her cock with each roll of her hips. It was truly delicious.
Her pelvis slapped against Rhaenyra’s bottom, reigniting the fading sting left behind by the ruler. Rhaenyra gripped the desk tightly as she lifted her right leg and pressed her knee against the knobbed edge to allow Alicent to sink in deeper. Alicent’s hand slipped up Rhaenyra’s bare back before tangling in her thick, silver hair. She sped up, flesh smacking lewdly together as she fucked her wife, whose pale skin was flushed rosy pink. Absolutely stunning.
“Gonna cum,” Rhaenyra murmured as the strap hit her spot repeatedly as the band finally snapped in her belly, and pleasure crashed through her.
“Mmm, not yet, Miss Targaryen,” Alicent purred as she stilled her ministrations and slipped out of the other woman.
Rhaenyra whimpered at the loss of contact. “ Please ,” she begged.
“Come straddle my lap, little lamb. You may come that way,” Alicent stated, sitting in the chair.
Rhaenyra was all warm pink skin, messy hair, and a pouting mess as she braced her hands on Alicent’s shoulders, the fabric of her shirt soft under her fingers. She lined up her dripping cunt with the tip of the slick dildo before lowering herself until she was seated firmly in Alicent’s lap. She whined as she was stretched and filled again.
“Mmm, what a good girl you can be,” Alicent praised, slapping Rhaenyra’s backside six times for good measure and delighting in watching her squirm with nowhere to go.
“I can be! I’ll be good for you!” Rhaenyra warbled in a raspy tone as she began to move in Alicent’s lap, desperate to come.
“We’ll see, little lamb, we’ll see,” Alicent cooed, sweat beading at her temples as Rhaenyra bounced in her lap.
Their foreheads pressed together as an orgasm rolled through Rhaenyra as she soaked Alicent’s cock. She went limp in Alicent’s arms as her wife embraced her. Her hands stroked Rhaenyra’s back as her head nestled in the crook of Alicent’s neck.
“Can we stay like this for a while?” Rhaenyra asked, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full of her wife.
“Of course,” Alicent smiled, kissing Rhaenyra’s temple while holding her close. She loved having her arms full of Rhaenyra while she cock warmed her.
Rhaenray’s head felt fuzzy as she clung to Alicent. She felt sweet and submissive, but above all, she felt incredibly loved and safe in the moment.
“I love you,” she murmured, her mouth growing slack as her eyes fluttered.
“I love you too, little lamb. Always and forever,” Alicent whispered. Her lips pressed to the soft spot under Rhaenyra’s ear after sweeping some hair away, and the two remained locked together.