When Emily and Alex had started dating, Alex had quickly learned that Emily had an inexplicable love of buying sexy lingerie. She'd also learned that seeing Emily wear said lingerie turned her on more than anything her husband had done in twenty years of marriage.
There were a lot of things she learned about her own turn-ons after she'd started dating Emily... Sexting, for example. And dirty talk. (She supposed the latter shouldn't have been a huge surprise, given her penchant for language...and yet, it had taken Emily's influence to bring out that side of her.)
The other big surprise had been just how much she enjoyed dominating Emily. With James, she'd never displayed even the faintest dominant tendency...but when it came to Emily, all she wanted was to have her at her mercy and begging that she let her cum.
She'd been gone for the past three days on a conference, leaving Emily to her own devices...with strict instructions that she wasn't to cum without her being present.
Emily, of course, loved to be a brat... Her favourite activity during Alex's absences was to take pictures of herself in the sluttiest lingerie she owned and send them to Alex at the least opportune moments. She knew it would land her in trouble, but it just so happened that she loved trouble.
"Emily?" Alex called out into the expanse of the apartment as she shut the door behind her. There was an edge to her voice that Emily had come to know quite well – the edge that only came out when she expected nothing but the fullest obedience.
Emily came strutting down the hall wearing her red satin robe and a pair of black leather boots, the robe clearly concealing something sinful... Her expression was a smile of faux-innocence, as if she were merely happy to see Alex and weren't expecting anything to happen, though they both knew Alex would see through her act in a heartbeat.
She proceeded to pull off Alex's coat, hands kneading her shoulders where the stress always seemed to manifest. "You're so tense..." she breathed beside Alex's ear. "I can help you with that..." Her lips travelled a languorous path along Alex's neck and it was almost sweet...or it would've been, if her hands hadn't been travelling towards the zipper of her jeans.
Clocking her tongue scoldingly, Alex wrapped her fingers around Emily's wrist, halting her movement. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked as if she didn't already know.
"Helping you relax," Emily said, almost sounding sheepish, though Alex was hardly buying it.
"I don't think so, Pet," she chided. "If you want to touch me, you'd best try to earn it, given how much of a brat you've been this weekend... Teasing me relentlessly with your little slutty fashion show."
Emily seemed like she might've apologized, but they both knew it wasn't going to be a genuine apology. Instead, she took Alex by the hand and lead her towards the bedroom. "Let me make it up to you..." she purred, gently pushing her to sit back in the armchair that sat in the corner of the room.
Alex raised a brow. "And how do you plan on doing that?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and watching Emily with interest as she slipped off her robe to reveal a lacy red thong, a matching bustier, and nothing else. (As much as Alex hated to admit it, the outfit – such as it could be called an outfit – went a long way towards Emily's goal...)
Emily strutted towards her until she was standing between Alex's legs and her fingers danced along the buttons of her blouse. She leaned in so that her lips where ghosting over Alex's and whispered, "Use me... I'm here to serve your every whim." She knew by the sharp intake of breath that followed that her words had struck the exact chord she'd intended.
Alex's hands were almost delicate as she slid her palms along Emily's thighs until they reached her ass, proceeding to grip tightly the soft flesh. She leaned in to press soft kisses to Emily's stomach, teeth scraping along her skin with each press of her lips.
Above her, Emily was letting out soft little whimpers and breathy moans, making Alex smirk to herself knowing that she could so easily reduce her to such a needy mess. Before she could voice her amusement, though, Emily was easing herself out of her grip with that signature mischievous grin she always wore when she was up to no good...
She proceeded to turn and settle on Alex's lap, slowly gyrating her hips and grinding against her. Alex hummed appreciatively, gripping Emily's hips with enough pressure to leave little fingerprint bruises. "What a good girl," she purred, nuzzling into her hair so that her lips were brushing the shell of her ear.
Emily lit up with the praise and seemed about to say something in response when Alex shifted beneath her, causing the strap on hidden beneath her jeans to press against her ass which caused Emily to let out a little gasp.
"You like my little surprise, Princess?" Alex asked, smirk audible in her voice.
"Yes, Mommy," she answered instantly, nodding eagerly. She couldn't seem to help herself, rubbing up against the strap as if desperate for the slightest friction. "You know I love your cock..."
Alex chuckled softly. She did know what a little cockslut Emily was... On more than one occasion, she'd made her cum simply by describing what it would be like to fuck her, to cum inside her. "Have you been good enough to earn it?" she asked, taunting her.
Emily's eager nods became desperate, pleading.
Ignoring her, though, Alex continued, "Because I'm not so certain you have... Texting me all weekend long, sending me filthy pictures, begging me to let you touch yourself. That doesn't sound like the behaviour of a good girl to me."
"I'm sorry!" she said in what she hoped was her most apologetic tone. "I can do better!"
She hummed a thoughtful note at that. "Oh, how I wish I could believe that..." Her hands found their way to Emily's breasts, kneading them roughly, feeling her nipples harden at her touch. "You forget, though, that I've heard those words from you before."
She whimpered softly, but didn't seem to have any words.
"Cat got your tongue?" Alex teased at her sudden silence. "Surely you aren't repentant now? You were so proud of yourself earlier..."
Emily didn't respond, as there didn't seem to be a right answer. She'd found that more often than not, what got her into trouble was her smart mouth and sarcastic attitude – in fact, on more than one occasion, she'd managed to talk herself out of an orgasm she might otherwise have been granted.
Grinning to herself at Emily's uncharacteristic vigilant obedience, Alex brushed Emily's hair to the side and pressed languid kisses along her spine. "I'm feeling generous, Pet," she murmured against her skin, "Would you like a chance to earn my cock?"
Once again, she nodded desperately, ready to do anything and everything Alex asked, so long as she promised to fuck her into oblivion afterwards.
Alex hummed as if considering the matter, though Emily knew for a fact she'd already decided upon a suitable punishment for her earlier brazenness. "Why don't you go and bend over the bed for me?" she suggested. "Show off what you were so desperate for me to see earlier..."
Obediently, Emily crossed the room to take the commanded position, propping herself up on her elbows so her ass was on full display, waiting patiently to feel the smack of Alex's hand against her skin...only, it didn't immediately follow.
Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as Alex slipped her hand inside her jeans, her head lolling back as she touched her clit to the sight of Emily so steadfast in her submission – completely at her mercy and completely content to be so.
Emily let out a little whimper, wetness flooding her cunt, surely ruining the meagre scrap of fabric that was her thong. The idea of Alex being so turned on by her servitude that she couldn't resist touching herself was, perhaps, even more sinful than the touch itself.
Eventually, she could wait no longer. "Mommy..." she whined, pouted.
"Okay, Pet," she agreed, standing and shucking off her jeans and blouse before approaching behind her, the first smack landing firmly on her ass so suddenly it almost surprised her.
"Roll over," Alex commanded once she was satisfied that Emily had well and truly learned her lesson. She was mewling and squirming with every strike of her hand, her ass flushed pink where her palm had landed, and she was whimpering promises to be a good girl from now on. Neither of them truly believed she meant it, but where would be the fun in that?
Panting from the exertion of maintaining her self-control, Emily rolled onto her back so she was staring up at the ceiling, unsure what Alex had planned next, but willing and eager to endure it so long as it made Alex happy.
Alex caught her gaze, the lust contained in them practically lighting her aflame... She maintained eye contact as she dragged her soaked panties to the side and slowly dropped to her knees, proceeding to slide her tongue along Emily's cunt.
"Fuck," Emily hissed, fisting her hands in the sheets beneath her. "Mommy..."
Alex grinned to herself as she laved her tongue over her clit over and over until she was positively dripping. Then, without warning, she slipped three fingers inside her, making her cry out sharply. Working her with both her tongue and her fingers, Alex didn't have to try very hard to reduce Emily to a moaning, gasping mess...
"Mommy," she begged, "Mommy, please... I've been such a good girl for you. Please?"
Chuckling softly, Alex rose to her feet so she could properly affix her with a raised brow. "Have you learned your lesson, Pet?"
She nodded, batted her lashes, flashing her most innocent smile. "I'll be your good girl forever," she insisted...even if the flicker of wickedness in her eyes belied the words as she said them.
And, never one to deny her anything, Alex proceeded to straddle her hips, burying herself inside her with one thrust.