"Chin up, hase."
Lena's spine snaps straight, hands holding tight onto her own elbows behind her back, leather straps binding her forearms tightly together. Her entire body trembles with glorious, torturous anticipation.
An unseen finger drags itself across her chest. It lights the skin aflame, every nerve aflame. She wants more, so much more.
Like this, arms bound, legs spread, on her knees, blind with only Angela's voice to guide her. Only her, what she wanted, anything to please her.
For those two words that would sent a flood of dopamines through her brain.
Yes, it was freeing, only one person in her mind. Not the world, not the lives that rest on both their shoulders.
Just their love.
The tips waltz their way up her neck where her adam's apple bobs with a thick swallow. Up lips swollen and still glistening from their first round. They prod deeper, past her teeth, rolling themselves against her tongue. Lena groans at the touch, the dominating gesture. Her hips buck up, wishing the fingers were between something else.
She laps at the fingers, licking, sucking but lets out a startled whimper when the grip tightens and pins her tongue in place.
"So eager."
They release, Lena keeping deathly still this time, allowing Angela to do whatever she wished; skimming over teeth, scraping against the inside of her cheeks, pushing deep, to the back of her throat, testing, challenging.
Because right here, at her feet, she is Angela's.
All of her, for her
Lena's eyes prick with tears behind the blindfold, fighting the reflex to push them back out. After a few seconds, they pull back, trailing a thin string of clear saliva behind them. Lena's breathing heavier at the strain.
"Good girl."
There, the warmth that blossoms in her chest, the words she lives for on nights like this. Her lips curl at the corners.
"Thank you ma'am." She whispers, knowing that there would be a smile on Angela's lips as well.
"On your feet."
A hand leads Lena up by the leather collar cinched around her neck. She pauses because Angela pauses; because she knows that Lena had just spent the last 40 minutes kneeling on thin carpet. Lena almost buckles back onto the floor when there are lips on her knees, gentle fingers, massaging away the tension.
Because she cares, always.
After a minute, with the soreness eased away, a slight tug coaxes her foreward. Steps nervous but not hesitant. Angela wouldn't let her fall.
Lena knows what's next with giddy anticipation, in a sense; they had talked about it before the night began.
"Up on the bed."
With a little help, Lena makes it up, grateful that it's soft mattress on her knees and not itchy carpet. A hand at the back of her neck steers her down onto a pillow that sits right below her chin, leaving her ass in the air and exposed.
The pilot squirms, panting into the sheets as nails scrape down her shivering back.
Lower, oh god, please lower.
She whines and thrashes, always unable to keep still. Her back arches into the pillow as they sink into her hips.
"Ah!" Lena gasps with the side of her face plastered against the bed. Teeth bite into her soft backside, her hips buck forward before strong hands pull them back into place.
"Be still, hase."
She does her best, oh does she try. The nips pepper her entire rear, her thighs, muscles trembling at the effort to not move, to be good . A tongue pulls itself up the inside of her leg, hot and wet, lapping up the trail of liquid arousal dripping from her sex.
It comes so close to where she needs it the most.
So tense, trying so hard. She can't focus with the teasing touch.
Be good, stay still, be good.
It glides gently over her outer folds. One pass, white knuckles, shuddering.
Another and she twitches back, instantly regretting it.
A hand shoots out, tangling itself into the locks atop her head and pulls back. Her head lifts up off the bed, back straining, her surprised sob loud in the open air.
"What did I just tell you to do?"
Lena's ass lights up with a brilliant pain as Angela's open palm strikes it. Embarrassment floods her system.
"T-to stay still, ma'am."
Another slap, another needy whine.
"And what did you just do?"
Slap
A desperate moan
"I moved, ma'am."
The hand roughly kneads the stinging flesh, mouth speaking directly into her ear. She can feel the warm radiating off of Angela's body.
And the cool plastic shaft pressing against her lower lips.
"Can I trust you to be good?"
Free from her hair, the hand slides to her throat, under her chin, tilting her head up. Lena's mind a flurry of emotions, of desire brewing in her gut. The head of the toy pushes her folds apart, stroking up and down her aching entrance.
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am." She's scrambling for words, anything to right her mistake. "I'll be good-"
The blunt head is eased in ever so slightly, then stops completely.
" Fuck, I'll-I'll be good ma'am. Please."
Fingers find their way back into her mouth, staying on the tip of her tongue, cutting off the rest of her pleas.
It's torture. The toy barely an inch in, Angela pressing her body flush against her back. Hot breath on her ear, on her face, possessive, commanding all of her attention. Brutal, horrible torture.
And Lena loves every second of it.
She swears she'll go crazy like it, frozen as Angela doesn't move, watching with pride and amusement as Lena desperately tries to keep still; to not impale herself on her waiting cock.
A minute passes, which Lena swears to be ages, before Angela kisses the back of her neck, hand toying with her stiff bud. She can feel how pleased she is with her efforts.
"Such a good girl."
Lena groans around the digits in her mouth, the words of praise fueling the battle in her head. They rush even more need to her nethers but make her want to try even harder to obey.
To be good
All she can do is surrender and wait until Angela decides when to move forward.
And forward she moves, slowly, the toy already coated with a healthy amount of lube on top of Lena's own juices. Full, so unbearably full; it was only their second time using a strap-on. Angela enters as gently as possible, keeping Lena's mind busy with the swirling of her finger. It stretches her, the ridges grinding against her core with blissful friction.
They both suck in a breath as Angela's hips finally touch her ass, bottoming out.
It still feels a bit strange, but she remembers when Angela explained to her that she could feel whatever the toy felt to a mild extent by using the same technology as prosthetics. The way Angela described what it felt like to be in Lena, how good it felt, how good they made each other feel.
Lena gives a slight squeeze, feeling Angela shudder above her at the tightening of her muscles for she too was still new to the sensations. There's a rush, knowing that now she had some sort of power over the doctor.
"Are you alright, mein Schatz?" The voice is breathless but soft, a complete break of character but still makes Lena smile behind the darkness of the blindfold. She chases the fingers that leave her mouth so she could answer, laying a kiss on the palm.
"Feelin' amazing, love." She says, nuzzling into the hand.
Only after that does Angela fall back, slowly pulling her hips back and pushing them forward.
"Bloody hell." Lena curses softly, letting her head fall back onto the bed. " yes"
The pace is agonizingly slow, similar to their first time with the toy. This time around though, Lena is horny and impatient.
"Please, more ma'am."
She begs and Angela complies, allowing Lena's words to set the pace. The rhythm quickens, the thrusts harder driving her into the soft mattress. They are both painting after a few minutes, the swirling finger at her clit winding her up tighter and tighter.
For a moment, Lena's mind finally catches up with everything, registering the lewd slapping of skin with each thrust, the stinging of her buttocks every time Angela's hips meet them, the teeth and tongue that dance at her back and shoulders.
Marking her, claiming her
So much, all for Angela and the all the love and affection she gives to Lena.
" Please," Lena moans, higher and higher. "I'm so close, Angela."
She rolls her hips back for emphasis. The lips are back at her ear, breathing hot and heavy. No chastisement, just her real voice, compassionate.
"Come with me, Lena"
White flashes dot the darkness of her vision, her mouth hangs open with shout. Angela isn't too far behind, a few more thrusts and she sheathes herself fully into her heat before going rigid. Lena's inner walls flutter against the smooth plastic, pulling a low groan from Angela's throat.
Moments pass, the afterglow swiftly setting in. She pulls out with a sigh from the both of them and the collapse onto the bed, a mess of tousled hair and sweating bodies, happily spent. Angela is the first to recover, going to work at undoing Lena's restraints.
The blindfold is the first to come off, though only moonlight basks the room in a pale, dim light, she still blinks the haze from her eyes. The arms come next, massaging the blood back into her limbs. Lena helps remove the harness from Angela's waist as she sets on undoing the collar around the Brit's neck. Once everything is tossed to the floor for the morning to deal with, they pull each other into an embrace with lazy kisses and lopsided smiles.
"Was it good for you, love?" Lena beats her to the punch.
"I should be the one asking you." Angela strokes the small of her back, eyes bright. "But yes, wonderful. I hope I was not too rough on you."
"Tosh, think you might be going soft actually." She grins at the mock insulted face Angela gives her, "Joking. Really though, would love it if one night you do your worst, see if I can take it."
A pause, a thoughtful look on the doctor's face.
"One day." Angela says, mulling over the idea.
Of course there'll be planning, ground rules, a safe word, precautions. But to be at Angela's complete mercy? Lena has to stop the train of thought before she needs another round to get to sleep. She snuggles closer, sleep feathering the edges of her mind.
"I'll hold you to that, love"
