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It had been a long day at work for Yumeko. She had the luxury of working from home, yes. This meant she took her own breaks, made her coffee as she pleased and didn’t wilt under the constant scrutiny of her peers.
But it also meant that Yumeko didn’t have anyone around to vent to.
Really, how hard was it to remember basic grammar rules? Yumeko wasn’t even a native English speaker and she caught these errors on her first read. Then again, this was her job; to sit in her cozy bed all day with her laptop perched on her lap, making editorial corrections on one of her talent’s works.
She wasn’t alone in her frustration for long, however. She heard the telltale sounds of a key sliding into a lock and then someone opening her front door. Yumeko smiled at the sound.
A lovely voice called out from the front door: “Tadaima~”
There was little in life that Yumeko loved more than her wife. It only took one, offhand comment years ago about Yumeko being afraid of rusting away her native language of Japanese for her wife to learn it for Yumeko. Her wife never failed to enter their home with this greeting and it meant the world to Yumeko.
“Welcome back!” Yumeko answered in a similar sing-song voice.
She heard the sound of heeled boots walking and then being removed. She heard a coat being deposited on the coat rack and a bag being dumped on the kitchen table. And finally, Yumeko heard the sound of footsteps approaching their bedroom.
Kira Timurov. Her beautiful wife had finally returned from her own long day at the office. She was dressed in a loose-fitted, turtleneck sweater and straight-legged pants that defined her figure incredibly well. Her hair was perfectly blown out, while her nails and lips were blue and lovely on the eyes.
“Hi, beautiful.” Yumeko said with a smile, “Good day at work?”
Yumeko knew that she probably looked exactly how Kira left her: wearing her reading glasses with anti-blue light lens perched on her nose, and her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She wore a fitted shirt with shorts because she had no need to dress up at home. Her laptop was resting on her crossed legs and she was cozy beneath a layer of blankets.
And Kira stared at her from the doorway with honey dripping from her gaze as she admired her.
Shooting her a lazy smile, Kira said, “Good but extremely busy. I think I made an intern cry today.”
“Oh? Did you insult this one’s outfit, too?” Yumeko asked, bemused.
“No, I just made them do their fucking job.” Kira replied, “You’d think that an intern at a Fortune 500 company would want to learn but I guess not.”
The Timurov Corporation was the leading industry giant in oil. An empire that Kira inherited as a younger woman, and the reason why the two of them were able to easily afford such a luxury apartment in the heart of New York.
Setting aside her laptop, Yumeko said, “You’d be surprised. I have to deal with authors who don’t know the difference between there, their and and they’re.”
Kira let out a small laugh at these words before prowling over to Yumeko. She could see the lines of fatigue in Kira’s face so Yumeko held out her arms to her wife, as inviting as a siren to a sailor. Kira accepted this invitation by flopping down onto the bed in her outside clothes, uncaring of her sudden weight thrown onto Yumeko. Instead of complaining, Yumeko laughed and began to rub her wife’s back as they laid chest to chest.
“If only your company knew what a lazy cat you turn into at home,” Yumeko drawled.
Kira rubbed her face into Yumeko’s shirt, murmuring, “This is why I learned all your secrets: so you can never reveal mine.”
“Your secrets are mine to keep. Just as you are mine to keep, as well.”
Yumeko peppered kisses along Kira’s crown and stroked her hair. It really did look like spilled ink as it ran down her back. She could feel how boneless her wife had become just from a few gentle touches from Yumeko and a moment of reprieve.
“Missed you,” Kira mumbled out.
“I missed you, too.” Yumeko replied before asking, “Are you hungry?”
Kira shook her head, “Not yet, I had a cappuccino an hour ago.”
Yumeko rolled her eyes, saying, “Let me guess. That new secretary of yours bought you one. On her, of course.”
She heard a small giggle rumble against her stomach before Kira’s head popped up. Her wife grinned up at Yumeko as she asked, “Are you jealous, love?”
She didn’t waste a moment to bend down and steal a kiss from Kira.
“Never.” Yumeko answered, “I don’t have the patience for murder anymore.”
Kira didn’t address the latter half of her answer. Instead, she stretched and twisted her body where she laid until she had spun around somehow. Now Kira’s back leaned against Yumeko's chest and Yumeko snaked her arms around Kira as she pulled her into a warm embrace.
“I’m so tired today. I think my period’s coming up because my boobs hurt so bad,” Kira complained with a small pout.
A salacious grin grew on Yumeko’s face as she said, “Well don’t let me stop you from releasing them from that awful prison you caged them in.”
Kira grinned and looked back at her, asking, “Who said I was wearing a bra?”
Such a fucking tease. No wonder she married Kira. Yumeko returned her smiled before kissing the shell of Kira's ear – it was a little known fact that Kira’s ears were her weakness. As she kept her wife occupied with her wandering mouth, Yumeko’s hands began to venture. She pulled up Kira’s sweater, untucking it from her belted pants. Her hands were warm but Kira's torso was practically feverish as Yumeko ran her hands along her skin.
“Is that why you wore such a loose, heavy sweater today?” Yumeko whispered in her ear.
Kira arched her back and murmured, “Maybe I did wear one. Maybe I didn’t. Do you really care?”
She really fucking didn’t. Yumeko moved her hands up until they met the sound mounds she had been hoping to find. Heavy, yet utterly soft and warm in her hands. She began palming Kira’s breasts as her mouth wrapped around kira’s earlobe, nipping and sucking at it. Kira let out a soft breath as Yumeko continued kneading the soft flesh.
“I just like to imagine you. That’s all,” Yumeko said.
She had done this so many times before. Her hands knew Kira’s body better than her own. She knew exactly where each mole was, each blemish, and each scar and memory etched into her body. She continued to touch her wife in exactly the way Kira liked. She fondled and pinched at the nipples, earning a yelp from Kira.
Yumeko couldn’t help but smile at her wife’s fetish for pain and suffering. It was so endearing.
Kira let out a steadying breath before asking, “And… what are you imagining now?”
She bit down on Kira’s earlobe and made sure to drag her teeth along the skin as she let go.
“I’m wondering,” Yumeko said, “if your bra was the only article of clothing you neglected to wear today.”
With that, Yumeko’s right hand ran along Kira’s sternum and down to her stomach. The destination was clear; Kira writhed below her and her pant-clad legs spread open seemingly on impulse. It was just in her nature to submit to Yumeko. Kira might be the elder between them but she was always so pliable beneath Yumeko’s hands.
It was what drew Kira to Yumeko in the first place, actually. Yumeko’s unending ability to make her submit – to make her want to submit.
Kira’s breathing grew shallow as she said, “I can help you, ah, find out.”
“Unnecessary. I don’t want you touching anything except the bedsheets and me.”
Her tone brokered no room for argument. Kira made a noise of complaint but didn’t truly argue. She never did. She loved this little game just as much as Yumeko did.
With this order hanging in the air, Yumeko’s hands reached down and began to undo the buckled belt wrapped around Kira’s pants. The sounds of leather being pulled and metal tapping against metal filled the air. Finally, it came undone and Yumeko continued to unzip her pants. She can feel how eagerly Kira’s hips were bucking up into her touch. How cute.
And to answer Yumeko’s earlier question, Kira was most definitely wearing underwear – the soft, black pair from Victoria’s Secret.
“Someone’s eager,” Yumeko cooed.
“I told you I missed you,” Kira replied.
Yumeko made a pleased sound, “Let’s find out how much.”
She proceeded to dip her right hand below the waistband of Kira’s panties and found that her wife was absolutely soaked. It was unbelievable how wet she was already, and how easily Yumeko’s fingers began to slide along her folds. In her arms, Kira let out a pitiful whine at the sudden sensation of warm fingers playing with her, touching her exactly where she needed them.
“Oh my.” Yumeko teased, “My wife missed me quite a lot.”
Kira grumbled, “You’ve got a filthy mouth.”
“You love it,” Yumeko replied as she brought their mouths together.
Despite the angle, they kiss. It was wet and sloppy, which was exactly the kind of kiss that made Kira’s cunt throb. Yumeko could feel how hard her wife’s clit was beneath the tips of her fingers. She really missed the pretty noises her wife could make.
How long had it been since Yumeko had played with Kira like this? Not just teasing and not jumping straight to hours-long stretches of constant sex. No, how long since Yumeko got to use her wife’s body for fun?
A devilish idea popped into Yumeko’s mind. Smiling, Yumeko broke the kiss and whispered against Kira’s mouth, “Let’s play a game.”
Those blue eyes were so expressive. She could see a hint of fear in Kira’s eyes that was offset by an actual amount of lust. Pecking her lips, Yumeko reached over and plucked up the item she had been thinking of: her parents’ lucky gambling chip.
She held it up to the light for Kira to see as well. The reflective centre twinkled.
“Mirror side up, you get to come.” Yumeko explained as she toyed with the chip, “Mirror side down… you get nothing.”
Edging. God, it had been far too long since she tortured her wife like this.
“Ever the sadist.” Kira said but even she couldn’t hide the grin that grew on her face.
Yumeko bit back, “Straight from the masochist’s mouth.”
She began to draw lazy circles against Kira's clit. This earned her plenty of breathy, pretty moans. Kira dropped her head back against Yumeko’s chest, saying, “Let’s play, then. Can’t have a bored wife, now can I?”
She had the green light so Yumeko stepped on the gas. She began with a vengeance. Teasing Kira to the edge of madness only required one of Yumeko’s hand. Her left hand trailed up until it was resting against Kira's stomach. Yumeko loved feeling the taut muscles of her stomach, and just feeling the shallow breaths as Kira succumbed to pleasure. Kira only truly let herself go around Yumeko so she intended to drink in every last drop of this rare sight.
Yumeko’s hand didn’t bother to slip into Kira. Instead, she simply remained on the outside as she slid her fingers back and forth along sopping folds. Kira’s hands reached up to grab onto Yumeko’s forearm, as if steadying herself. Yumeko couldn’t help but grin as she brought her mouth down to Kira’s ear.
“Your secretary is quite pretty.” Yumeko whispered, “Are you sure that you don’t like her?”
Kira’s response was a vehement: “No.”
She continued to tease, “Your voice is trembling.”
Kira dug her nails into Yumeko’s skin as she hissed, “That tends to happens when your wife fucks you, yeah.”
“And your mind definitely isn’t drifting back to her right now, right?” Yumeko asked.
“I don’t even remember her name. Oh god…” Kira breathed out as her eyes rolled back.
They had been married for years now. If Yumeko didn’t know exactly how to pleasure her wife by now, she deserved a divorce.
“Shall I remind you?” Yumeko asked, “Do you want your wife to remind you of other women while she touches you?”
Kira shook her head, blubbering out: “Fuck, no. I just want you. Only you. It’s always been you.”
She knew this, of course. She knew that Kira had never even looked in another woman’s direction since they met all those years ago. The sapphire wedding ring that sat on Yumeko’s left ring-finger was proof of that. The gem glinted brilliantly under the lamplight and Yumeko smiled at the sight of it. The sapphire was accompanied by tiny rubies – a perfect union of Kira and Yumeko’s birthstones.
Kira was the perfect wife and Yumeko intended to fuck her exactly the way she liked and deserved. She picked up the pace while murmuring, “Such a good girl. Look at you. So wet for me, aren’t you, baby? All of this is just for me. You’ve soaked through your panties. Feels so good, yeah?”
Of course Yumeko was the kind of woman to talk you through it. Kira bucked her hips up into Yumeko’s palm and managed to drag her clit against Yumeko’s hand. She was already on the verge, it seemed. Yumeko giggled at how easy it was to make Kira come – a fact she learned very early in their relationship.
Mindful of the game, Yumeko reached over and grabbed the chip from the nightstand again. Kira whined at the sudden loss of her anchor and grabbed onto Yumeko’s thighs to steady herself once more. So fucking cute.
Yumeko flicked the chip into the air and it landed on the bed next to her leg.
Mirror side down.
Both women had turned to see what fate awaited Kira. Yumeko grinned in sadistic joy as she slipped her hand out of Kira’s panties, while her wife let out a feral noise of irritation. She could only laugh at her wife’s plight before saying, “That would’ve been a good one, too.”
Kira turned to glare back at her. If looks could kill, Yumeko would’ve been dead a thousand times over. Kira’s cheeks were flushed red and she was breathing hard as she growled out, “You’re such a bitch.”
“That’s why you married me.”
With that, Yumeko brought her soiled fingers to her mouth. She held Kira’s gaze as she licked and sucked her digits clean. It must’ve been an obscene sight because it felt incredibly slutty to perform for Kira this way. And judging by how much blue disappeared as Kira’s pupils dilated, it was a worthy performance. Kira lunged forward and kissed Yumeko so fiercely she was sure Kira could taste herself on Yumeko’s tongue.
When she broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together, Kira said, “I have a feeling luck is on my side tonight.”
Yumeko almost forgot her own name after being kissed like that. Regaining her footing, Yumeko replied, “And I have a feeling you’re going to eat those words.”
Kira sneered, “Just fuck me already.”
How could she say no to a request like that? Yumeko all-but pounced back in as she dipped her hands into Kira’s panties once more. Kira’s legs parted open and as Yumeko’s hand began to work its magic again, Kira breathed out, “God, just like that, babe.”
“If only people knew how submissive you really are,” Yumeko teased.
Heiress, leader, ruthless tyrant in the office… and a submissive, needy bottom in bed. Kira Timurov really was such an all-rounder.
Yumeko’s movements didn’t start slow, she wanted to bring Kira to the brink again. She wanted to torture her a bit more. And she prayed that the next time she flipped that chip, she would be able to deny Kira once more. There was nothing more wonderful than ripping an orgasm away from Kira and watching her wife crumble.
Her hand was absolutely soaked now since Kira was practically slick with need. The filthy, wet sounds of her cunt being played with filled the room and were only muffled by her clothes. There was just something so erotic about how sex with your clothes on. Yumeko found herself in a desperate need to touch Kira; she licked and sucked at Kira’s neck which made her breathing pick up in response.
“Keep those legs spread, Kira.” Yumeko hissed out, “Stop bucking your hips like you’re in heat. It’s beneath you.”
A wildly unknown fact about Kira was that she was a fan of both praise and degradation. An all-rounder slut, if you will. She did exactly as Yumeko told her to: her hips immediately spread open and stayed that way. Her submission made Yumeko’s heart shudder in joy.
She rewarded her by reaching for the chip again. A flick later and it rose into the air. It fell.
Mirror side down. Again.
Yumeko grinned maliciously as she held her hand up, only an inch above Kira’s cunt, effectively depriving her of that essential fiction. She watched as Kira desperately tried to chase her touch to no avail.
“Fuck!” Kira seethed out, “C’mon, I’m so close.”
Yumeko teased, “That’s too bad, baby. Mirror side down.”
She fully withdrew her hand from Kira's pants and grabbed her wife by the shoulders, only to throw her to the other side of the bed. Kira landed with a groan, more out of frustration rather than the movement itself. It was fun to manhandle a beautiful woman when you knew she liked it, too.
Rising to her feet, Yumeko began to rifle through the bedside cabinet. She could feel her wife’s eyes on her and she only met her gaze when she found what she was looking for. A small but mighty vibrator, and a deep blue colour. It was one of Kira’s favourites. She showed it to Kira with a mischievous expression.
“You hold onto this for me, I’ll get us some water.” Yumeko said, “If I hear any buzzing, I won’t touch you for the rest of the night.”
And Kira knew for a fact that Yumeko would make good on her word. Yumeko tossed her the toy before leaving the room – Kira pouted but held onto the toy.
When Yumeko returned to the room, rejuvenated and with water bottles in hand, she found her wife waiting for her. Kira did not return Yumeko’s grin from where she sat up on her elbows, instead just glaring at Yumeko. She taunted Yumeko, asking, “Ever think you’re losing your touch? Maybe this edging shit is just a cover.”
If her words were meant to wound, they missed their marks. Yumeko handed her the water bottle and ordered, “Use your mouth for something useful.”
Kira sneered up at her… but drank several mouthfuls of water. All bark and no bite. Yumeko mirrored her before setting the bottles aside for later. Yumeko took a moment to admire her wife. Piercing blue eyes, dark and silky hair, legs for days, a toned body, and don’t get her started–
She was getting distracted. Yumeko crawled between Kira's legs and pulled her in for a long and slow kiss. She loved kissing Kira like they had all the time in the world because they did . They were bound to each other in name and in marriage. There was nothing sweeter than seeing their matching rings, a symbol of their love. Kira sighed into the kiss and wrapped her legs around Yumeko’s waist.
It was moments like this that Yumeko was glad she didn’t have a cock. Because there was no chance she would be able to resist how Kira was drawing her in right now, and she knew she’d enjoy the sight of Kira’s swollen belly far too much to resist anyway.
Drawn back to the task at hand, Yumeko pressed her thigh right up against Kira’s cunt. This earned her a hiss of pleasure from her wife before she began trailing kisses down Kira’s sternum. Kira’s legs loosen their grip around Yumeko’s waist as Yumeko dipped lower, kissing her stomach and licking just above Kira’s panties. The metal of Kira’s belt makes a gentle clinking sound as it tapped against Yumeko’s cheek.
Like unwrapping a gift, she peeled off Kira’s pants and panties before tossing them aside. She’d deal with it later. She pulled off her own shirt because she knew how much her wife liked touching her bare skin during sex.
You learn a thing or two about your life after a while. Yumeko grabbed the chip and held it up, “Can’t forget the star of the show.”
Kira quipped, “You always know how to make a girl feel special.”
She didn’t bite the bait. Instead, Yumeko just ate Kira out. The world always grew quiet when Yumeko put her mouth on Kira’s cunt because she always tasted amazing. Like citrus and salt. Addictive and simple. Yumeko’s mind could only focus on this singular task as she intended to lick her way to the centre of Kira's heart.
Above her, Kira gripped Yumeko’s hair into a fist while the vibrator was still clutched in her other hand. She grinned mirthlessly, saying, “Finally, you use your mouth for more than just one-liners and sass.”
Yumeko grinned as she continued lapping away as the nectar dripped down Kira’s thighs.
Kira continued on shakier breaths, “I know what you want. You want me to break down. You want me to beg you to make me come, don’t you? Well, fuck – you can forget it. I’m… Chance is on my side. I can be patient.”
When the two of them made eye contact again, Yumeko’s eyes burned as she silently challenged her wife. Kira was the most beautiful woman in the world, truly.
With the challenge hanging in the air, Kira was beginning to roll her hips faster into Yumeko’s mouth now. Her thighs were trying to squeeze together as her orgasm approached, which just meant that Yumeko’s head got sandwiched in between. She kept eating her out undisturbed and undeterred.
In a sudden and desperate tone, Kira said, “ Ah… f-flip the fucking thing!”
Yumeko obliged. She continued to eat out Kira as she reached out and grabbed the chip. Flipped it god knows where. It landed near her hand and Yumeko had to pull Kira's shaking thighs out of the way to see it.
And would you fucking believe it…
“No!” Kira shrieked.
The laughter that escaped Yumeko’s mouth was cruel and loud and right in Kira’s face. The fact that Kira’s own come was dripping from her chin just added insult to injury. In her desperation to chase her orgasm, Kira writhed beneath her before Yumeko lunged forward to pin her hips down.
“Ah, ah. Naughty girl,” Yumeko drawled with a sinister look, “chasing what you can’t have so desperately.”
Kira glared at her through teary eyes borne of frustration. She had moved on to unconvincing negotiations now, saying, “C’mon baby, this isn’t fun anymore, yeah?”
Yumeko shook her head, “Oh, on the contrary. I’m having so much fun right now.”
Kira could only groan – she knew just how sadistic Yumeko could be. Negotiating with a terrorist would get you nowhere. After a stretch of silence and stillness, and when Yumeko was sure that her orgasm had subsided, she unpinned Kira’s hips and sat up.
Her next goal was simple. It was clear that tonight was an episode of divine providence. Three in a row was an unbelievable result. The universe was adamant that she tortured Kira tonight, it seemed. With this thought in mind, Yumeko grabbed the little bottle of lube from the cabinet and looked right at Kira as she drooled the lube onto her fingers, lathered it in and slid back between her legs.
The flushed look on Kira’s face made everything worth it.
Yumeko purred, “Deep breaths, Kira-chan. You’re nearly drooling.”
Kira sneered at her but her legs parted regardless, “Do your worst. You’re losing your touch.”
Challenge accepted.
Yumeko slid her fingers into Kira, easing her into the inevitable stretch. It didn’t matter how wet she was, Yumeko was always diligent in how she treated her wife. Her cunt was sucking Yumeko’s fingers in and she was incredibly tight. It was proof that no matter how snarky Kira tried to be, her body would always tell the truth.
She placed her left hand on Kira's sternum; it was an action she had done often in the years they had known each other. A reminder for Kira to take deep, steading breaths. A reminder that always worked. She continued to ease her way in until she’s down to the knuckle. She could feel Kira’s walls fluttering around her fingers and when she was sure that Kira was ready, she added a third finger in. Ever the size queen. Now Kira was beginning to relax into the stretch.
“Oh my god…” Kira breathed out.
Yumeko tilted her head, asking, “You were saying something about my touch?”
She was being a little shit and they both knew it; Kira looked like she wanted to hit Yumeko or fuck her. Maybe both. The usual combination. Yumeko just grinned wider as she fucked her with every ounce of love and malice she could muster. Her eyes wandered to the vibrator still clutch absent-mindedly in Kira’s hand.
“You don’t wanna use your little friend?” Yumeko asked.
At first, Kira looked lost. It was only when she followed Yumeko’s line of sight that Kira seemed to realise that she still held the vibrator. It was adorable to watch her immediately fumble with the toy to switch it on before holding it against her clit. The reaction from her was instant.
“Fuck yes…” Kira groaned in pleasure as she writhed into the bedsheets below.
Yumeko let out a giggle as Kira disappeared into cloud nine.
“Atta girl,” Yumeko cooed, “chase that high.”
The vibrator and the penetration seemed to be a deadly combination; it was getting harder to pump her fingers into Kira. She was so close, again, Yumeko could feel her tightening up with each second that passed.
Well, if the vibrations were the problem then… Yumeko slowed down her movements to a glacial pace and Kira looked downright murderous.
“Tired already?” Kira taunted her.
The goading wouldn’t work. Yumeko wasn’t phased because she knew all of Kira’s little tricks. Her wife couldn’t hide how desperate she was from her.
“I don’t want you to come yet.” Yumeko replied simply, adding, “You look so pretty like this.”
Kira tried to hide her blush by throwing her head back but Yumeko still caught it. So fucking cute. She continued her pace and kept in tandem with Kira’s hips the whole time, matching her rhythm. She was still so tight inside but the orgasm was no longer imminent. Still, the game goes on.
Grab the chip. Toss it. Observe.
…Four out of four.
Like weaving a curse into a sleeping victim, Yumeko didn’t reveal the result – she just pulled her fingers out of Kira’s greedy cunt and watched as her wife crumbled . Kira’s head snapped up to look at her in visible shock and disbelief.
The smile on Yumeko’s face must’ve been a vicious and cruel sight.
Glancing at the vibrator still running, Yumeko drawled, “Remove your hands. 3…”
Kira begged through tears, “Yumeko, please .”
“2… 1…”
Kira tossed the vibrator away and placed her hands to her face, angry and needy and aching. Yumeko felt no sympathy for her because she knew one simple truth: Kira loved this kind of play. She loves being pushed to her limits, to see how far she can go before she breaks down. If anything, Kira was probably more irritated that it had been four coin flips against her in a row. What were the odds?
Yumeko clicked her tongue, saying, “Lady Luck really doesn’t like you tonight, dear.”
She placed a kiss on her wife’s bare hip, earning a noise of protest in return. Kira swatted her away, growling, “Fuck her and fuck you both.”
She thought about this for a moment as she reached over and turned the vibrator off.
“Why don’t you fuck yourself then?” Yumeko asked.
The room grew silent for a long moment. From where Kira was laying on her stomach, she peeked back at Yumeko with wary eyes and a hint of curiosity. Smiling, Yumeko set a soft, square pillow onto the space next to Kira's stomach and patted it, holding up the vibrator.
“Go on. Fuck yourself. I wanna watch you do it.”
It was a power play, through and through. This was exactly the way Kira liked to fuck herself; pillow under her stomach and a clitoral vibrator to push into with each thrust. They both knew this. Yumeko was just egging her on at this point.
If the chip landed in Yumeko’s favour, Kira would have to stop of her own volition. What delightful misery that would be. And if it landed in Kira’s favour, it would be boring but at least she could chase her own high, finally.
What fun!
Kira fidgeted at first, as if trying to figure out what angle to attempt this from. In the end, lust won over anxiety because Kira was soon crawling onto the pillow. She snatched the vibrator from Yumeko’s hand before mounting the pillow. Flicking the on switch, Kira held the vibrator against her clit and sank herself down onto the pillow below.
Yumeko admired the sight before her. Kira was basically presenting herself to Yumeko as she debased herself like this. Yumeko found herself running her hands along Kira's bare legs, massaging the flesh as she went. It would be so easy to eat her out at this angle but… no, she ought to see this through for now.
As Kira began fucking herself by humping into the pillow, she let out the most guttural moans. It was clear that the edging was getting to her; even a faint breeze on her clit would be enough to make her come now. Yumeko watched in delight as Kira’s hips rocked back and forth, chasing that sweet high. She ran her nails along Kira's thighs and grinned when she heard Kira moan in response.
Yumeko murmured, “That’s it, baby. Take it slow. Enjoy yourself. Show me how bad you want it.”
Kira’s face was pressed into the mattress as she whined, “Want it so bad, Yumi…”
Yumeko shushed her as she crawled along Kira's body, looming over her and holding herself up by her arms. What a pretty sight. She did her best not to disturb the movement of Kira’s hips. On instinct, she found herself rubbing her wife’s back as Kira rutted into the pillow. Such a needy girl.
They were opposites now with Kira being bare below the waist and Yumeko being completely topless. In a moment of madness and an urge to possess, Yumeko found herself placing her hand on Kira's skull and pushing her head further into the bed; this oppressive action only made Kira's hips speed up.
Now what would be the chances…
When Yumeko flipped the chip and it landed on the mirror side, she just stared at it for a while. It was completely unbelievable, so unfathomable , to have such bad luck that Yumeko began to cackle. The sound startled Kira enough to stop moving and look. The moment she saw it, Kira began to babble out no’s.
“You gotta stop, baby. That’s the rules. You know you can’t come,” Yumeko mocked her.
Kira’s screams of frustration were muffled by the blankets and mattress. Did suffering ever taste so sweet as it did now? Yumeko grinned maliciously down at her wife as she shoved her head further into the mattress.
“Stop.”
With a single command, Kira’s hips stuttered to a stop as they lifted up above the vibrator, denying herself a fifth time. Yumeko smiled at this display of obedience before letting go of her head. She switched off the vibrator and tossed it aside as Kira flopped down onto the bed. Yumeko ran her hands down Kira's back in a soothing manner as she felt her wife’s orgasm ebb away.
“I just wanna come…” Kira said, her sulky voice just a whimper now.
It was so sad and pathetic to hear, and Yumeko derived immense, sick pleasure from it.
In an act of cruelty, Yumeko leaned forward and pressed her thigh against Kira’s cunt. Kira flinched at the sudden pressure before humping against her leg without a thought in her head. Nothing except the pursuit of pleasure.
“That’s it, Kira.” Yumeko praised her, “Show me how fucking bad you want it. Make a mess on me, baby.”
Yumeko’s own breaths were coming out ragged and her blood roared in her ears as she gazed down at her wife. Kira, to her credit, was fucking back against Yumeko’s leg despite the odd angle. She could see Kira reaching back and gripping the back of Yumeko’s thigh, holding her steady. While Kira’s other hand began rubbing circles on her clit.
When you give a dog a bone…
“I-I’m gonna come,” Kira whined already as her voice cracked.
And when Yumeko flipped the damn chip, her vision tunneled on the mirror side facing down. It was as if everything grew quiet in her head. The game was over as Yumeko ripped her leg away and watched as Kira curled in on herself, nearly at her breaking point. Her wife’s words were unintelligible now.
It wasn’t even funny how badly the universe was conspiring against Kira tonight. What were the odds of six in a row?
The sheer injustice of it all suddenly flooded through Yumeko. It was as if a switch flipped inside her. She grabbed the last item of the night from out of the bedside cabinet and set it up as Kira quietly soothed herself after so much denial. Yumeko moved with precision as she switched the vibrator on and placed it exactly where Kira liked it between her body and the pillow beneath her.
“What are you doing?” Kira asked her as she realised Yumeko was moving around her.
Yumeko didn’t answer. She was beyond words now. Instead, she lined up behind her wife and her wedding ring glittered as she grabbed at Kira’s hips. The cock hanging between her legs now was heavy as it rested against Kira’s cheek.
“Giving you what you deserve,” Yumeko finally snarled.
It was far too easy to slide her cock inside her wife. After so many denials, Kira was beyond open for her, aching and waiting to be filled and stretched open. Kira's eyes rolled back as she felt her wife bury herself to the hilt. She's big and thick and everything that Kira loved – and every time Yumeko thrusted into her, she pushed Kira's clit against the vibrator.
Exactly as planned. It was a recipe for overstimulation and it was working. Kira was babbling out words and could only grip helplessly onto the bedsheets as she was thoroughly fucked through the mattress. Yumeko propped one leg up onto the bed to angle her cock better; she knew exactly how to scrape just right against her wife’s g-spot.
Yumeko fucked into her at Kira’s favourite pace: slow and rough. She pushed down on Kira's lower back as she thrusts, making sure to check on her wife’s face for any discomfort. All she saw was bliss. It won’t take Kira long to reach an orgasm like this and that was exactly what Yumeko wanted.
It was when she saw her wife reaching for the chip again that rage blinded Yumeko. Despite being desperate to orgasm, despite being denied an unbelievable unlucky amount of times, Kira will always play by the rules. She’ll be fair. She’s such a good girl that it broke Yumeko’s heart; between the two of them, the universe should only punish Yumeko, not the sweet girl she married.
Yumeko growled in righteous anger, grabbed the chip and threw it across the room – far from Kira’s reach.
“Fuck the game. You’re mine. If I want you to come, you’ll come. Not because of chance. Because of me .”
Kira cried as she came. And she cried during the second and third time, too. Orgasm after orgasm, Yumeko stopped keeping track because she was absolutely relentless after that.
After the shit luck that Kira had tonight, Yumeko intended to swing from one end of the spectrum to the other; from constant edging and denial, to overstimulation and an exhausting amount of orgasms.
Yumeko intended on fucking her wife just as she deserved to be fucked.
Hours later, after the two of them were done fucking and the aftercare was wrapped up, Yumeko decided to clean up while her wife dozed off in bed. Kira’s body ached wonderfully as she snuggled up under blankets, Yumeko had her back played with and scratched, both were hydrated and warm after many giggles and kisses. As Kira drifted off to sleep, Yumeko planned on just tidying up the discarded clothes and cleaning up the toys, that’s all. Everything else could wait till tomorrow.
When Yumeko went to pick up the discarded chip, she saw what it landed on and she couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her:
Mirror side down.