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I AM LITERALLY FANGIRLING A BUNCH MIRA THIS HAD HYDRATED MY THIRST FOR LUKE SMUT AHHHHHHHH ILYYYY KDKDKFFI

Lord of the tides Lucerys x hightower daughter nsfw fic please 🥹

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★ amira speaks ! : honourary thanks to my beta reader and brainstormer @maria699669 for proofreading this and helping me out! (love you, bitchy asshole.) I always clarify just in case: Lucerys is aged up. — summary : many years after not seeing one another, your nephew encounters you at a feast... with your betrothed. And having crushed on one another for such a long time, he doesn’t fancy the idea of you with another man; leaving him with no other choice but to show you who you truly belong to. — word counter : 3.7k

— pairing : lord!lucerys velaryon x hightower/targ!reader — genre : smut.

TW | vaginal sex, jealous sex maybe? creampie, slight dom/sub, slight mentions of breeding kink, dirty talking.

The castle where a feast for Lords, Ladies, Princes and Princesses was being hosted was grand. The room was vastly lit large chandeliers that contained several candles on each of them, accompanying the warming experience of the feast.

Some chatted with one another, and others simply danced with each other rather nimbly, yet joyfully. There you were, as the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Alicent Hightower, dancing with some Lords, but mainly with your betrothed. Your movements were delicate yet a bit unexperienced, baltering around just for the mere fun of it. Some girly chuckles spurred from your lips, being quite the beauty, as some Lords discreetly fought to hold your hand to dance; despite your future Lord Husband keeping a close eye on each one of them so they would not take you away from him.

Your loose hair and long dress simultaneously swayed smoothly, along your movements. As you were dancing in circles with your betrothed, you briefly let go of his hand to change positions in the dancing. That single second you released it, another hand took hold of youe own, pulling you away from your own betrothed.

“Princess (y/n),” a familiar masculine voice greeted.

Shifting your sight to stare at the young man that had taken you away just to have you dancing with him, you found none other than the now Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys Velaryon. He had overgrown you, since the last time you had seen him. His voice was deeper, he was much taller, and the shy puppy gaze he held on his hazel eyes had faded away to become into a more mature, confident one.

“Prince Luce—” clearing your throat, you interrupted yourself. “Lord Lucerys.” you greeted back, calling him by his new title. “A pleasure to see you around here. Not a surprise, but a pleasure nevertheless.” a smirk grew at the corner of his lips. “Likewise, Princess.” as he responded, his hazel eyes shifted towards your betrothed for a brief moment, just like your own. Your betrothed seemed contempt with the situation, and confused. “Lord Husband, this is my nephew Lord Lucerys.” lucerys gave him a single bow down with his head as you introduced them to one another. The face of the young Lord seemed serious, despite his grin remaining politely on his expression. Luke was not at all satisfied knowing you had already been betrothed, and prone to have heirs in a near future.

“A pleasure to meet you, my Lord.” your betrothed reached out his hand, shaking it with the one of the Lordling of Driftmark. “Likewise to you.” he responded, a bit blatantly cold. “I hope it’s not too much trouble, if I take the hand of my aunt for a moment? We haven’t seen each others for years.” for a brief tense moment, you stared at your betrothed expectantly, awaiting for his answer.

“You may, my Lord.” you swore your body relaxed upon hearing the approval of your betrothed, even releasing a discreet sigh. “I will be chatting with other Lords if you ever need me, my love.” and with one last kiss and a sweet rapid smile, your future husband walked away, smiling at him before rapidly turning towards Luke with an ever greater grin. Incredibly enough, you had to raise your sight to stare at him, unlike a few years ago, that he was your same height, and slightly a few centimeters shorter.

Leaning slightly closer to your ear as he pressed your body against his own, gawking upon the movements of your betrothed that faded away amidst the crowd, he whispered. “I must admit, you look more than lovely tonight.” a small chuckle escaped from your lips, a shiver running across your spine as his hot breath tingled on your skin. “As you do yourself, Lucerys.” you whispered back, fixing your stare on him as he began twirling you around the place. His hazel eyes nearly pierced into your soul, they were captivating. In a teasing manner, his eyes scanned you up and down as both of you danced amidst the great crowd of Lords and Ladies together.

His hands touched you in a delicate manner to move you around, just to guide you with the dancing. “And I must admit, you have also grown more confident than the timid boy you used to be.” the young Lord snickered, tilting his head slightly as his hands travelled to your waist, not very discreetly. “Is there any particular motive of why you say so?” he inquired, lifting one of his hands to slide a strand of hair behind your ear.

A small fluster overtook you, spreading the crimson tint from your cheeks, to the rest of your face. “The way you so abruptly and shamelessly took me away from my Lord Husband just to dance with me and pull me closer to you, it would have been unlikely for you to do so when we were younger.” this time, it was you who whispered into his ear, tiptoeing slightly.

It was no secret that, amidst the war both of your families had and the spiteful tension your brothers had with the Velaryons, Lucerys and you always treated one another kindly. The kind treatment was mostly due to the mutual crush you had on one another, always catching each other discreetly glancing over your direction.

You even remembered how once when Jace had taken your older sister Helaena to dance, Luke immediatly stood up and did the same with you. Even if his dancing movements were a bit clumsily shy and he could barely look into your eyes, notoriously blushing like a little girl, Lucerys always gave you the most delicate of treatments. You were used to hearing compliments from him, and occasionally, Luke would gift you things such as flowers, or jewellery. This time, he seemed to act more flirty around you, and was able to profoundly stare into your eyes.

Both his arms were wrapped around your waist. One of his hand ever so gently rubbed your back, swaying your body around. “Well, had I no right of talking with my aunt? Besides, not only I was aware he was your betrothed, but I suppose it is only fair for me to talk with you once again, after many years of not seeing one another.” a spur of girlish giggles escaped from your lips at his response. You firmly placed your head against his chest, embracing his body with your arms. You had to admit, you were always eager in meeting him, without the rest of your relatives being around. And with him having snarkier and sassier responsed, it only made his company more thrilling.

A few moments of silence loomed over, before he spoke again. “I also have to say, it s pointless to hide the way I always fervently wished to have you with me, this way.” he admitted quietly, making you raise your sight towards him, with furrowed eyebrows. It was just as if Lucerys could read your mind, not caring whether or not both of you were betrothed. Luke gazed down at you, with a smile. He just knew you felt the same way. “Perhaps, we could go somewhere more private, away from this noisy crowd?” his suggestion was dreadfully alluring, near to impossible denying it. After all, it was a bit too loud, and all you desired at the moment was to stay by his side in a quiet ambience where no one could peep at however you moved along one another, or whatever you spoke.

Craning your head slightly to your side, you snickered. “Lead the way, my Lord.” you whispered back, feeling immediatly his hands slide away from your waist, taking only one of your hands, and turning around to walk away. The room was, indeed, an entirely noisy crowd that made a faint headache grow. The Lordling, with you holding his hand, surreptitiously walked among the public, quietly apologising if he stumbled upon anyone. Once you finally managed to escape the uncomfortable amount of people filling the feast, Luke walked you towards one of the doors that lead to the large hallways of the castle.

The raucous noise of laughing and chattering Lords and Ladies became muffled as you left the room, only to leisurely fade away into nothingness. The only noise that ever echoed through the dimly lit halls of the grand castle, with seemingly no guards or maidens nearby, was the sound of your footsteps getting as far away as you could from both the public view, and the loud chatting.

“Lucerys, I think we might finally have some privac—” the Lord released the grip on your hand, only to interrupt you by firmly — yet softly enough to not harm you — pushing you against the wall.

His tall figure shadowed you, making you gulp all the while you raised your eyes to stare at him, furrowing your eyebrows. One of his hands was placed on your waist abruptly, making you quietly yelp in surprise. Before you could lower your gaze to stare at his hand, he used the fingers of his free hand to slide them under your chin, and raise your face. Lucerys carried a smug look on his face, feeling a certain pride overtaking him at having you just as he wished: under his charge.

“You have no idea how much I already despise your betrothed.” he spoke, rather vehemently. Your eyebrows continued furrowed, feeling intimidated by his audacious movements. It was a rather sudden confession, but in all honestly, not one you were surprised to know about, considering you had taken a particular notice of the way he spoke directly and behaved around your future husband. A quivering sigh rolled from your lips, feeling his hand lower and shift your dress upwards, meanwhile his thumb was running across your lower lip in a slow, dominant manner.

“We can’t pretend to not have noticed, we have always wanted each other ever since childhood. Is that not so, (y/n)?”

Your mind screamed to push your nephew away, and deny all the statements made by himself. But deep inside your heart, what Lucerys said was all the pure truth. There was no point in pretending what you both felt was never there, it was there, and even you both had been teased by your notoriously mutual feelings by your siblings. As much as you respected your betrothed, it wasn’t the man you wished to be with. Not the one you had always truly desired, but rather, a mere political convenience that would help you have new allies and heirs for your House. For a split moment, your eyes had gazed down, only to then look up at him.

“Fuck it, yes.”

A huge burden came off your back with those simple words. A moment of tense atmosphere was felt in between the two of you like a spark, with your faces inches away to the point where you could feel one another’s hot pants.

Allowing your desires to take the reins and control your very own actions and words, Lucerys simultaneously pushed you even further against the wall and against his body as you took a desperate hold of his clothing, pulling him towards you, locking lips with one another. Lucerys, using both of his hands, took hold of your hips just to gently hold you firmly against the wall, and at the same time have your legs tightening around his waist. Your arms went to hug his neck, interwining your fingers around his messy dark hair, needily pushing his face closer to your own and deepening the kiss. None of you were the bold type, but you had gone as far as exploring your own mouths with each other’s tongues.

Without allowing time to pass any further, Lucerys slided his hands under your silky dress, going to play around with the waistband of your underwear using his fingers. Taking hold of the waistband, he moved them along your legs rather eagerly, making the cold air around the halls hit your exposed, moistened genitalia, and causing you goosebumps. A quiet growl escaped from his throat, managing to unbuckle his belt using only one trembling hand, sliding it away along his very own underwear. His underwear and pants felt slightly away from him, exposing his very own hardened member.

Out of curiousity, you couldn’t help but for a moment break apart the kiss, with your glossy from saliva lips grasping against one another, being constantly tickled with your hot pants, simply to lower your gaze in a not very discreet manner; taking a peek at how his erection looked like. As you had entered into mature age, you often liked to fantasise about experiencing such moment before falling asleep. Now, it was a reality, and you could feel yourself dripping wet in anticipation. His size was rather big, and you not having been deflowered just yet, were concerned on whether how much it could possibly stretch you out, and initially make you feel a sharp tingling of pain until you adjusted yourself.

“Raqagon skoros ao ūndegon? (Like what you see?)” upon hearing his question in High Valyrian, it had been quite obvious you were dumbfounded by his very own size, with a crimson tint creeping across your cheeks when you looked back into the smug gawk he carried in his green eyes. You gulped, allowing him to speak before you could answer. A chuckle spurred from him, “Ah, those eyes of you say enough, my love.” you gasped, feeling how in a swift movement, he abruptly leaned close enough to have the wet tip of his erect cock pressing tightly against your moist pussy. The pressure felt good enough, and you already craved to have him filling you.

“I will show you, just how virile I can be. Better than that silly man you got betrothed to, surely.” as Lucerys held you tightly against the wall, leaning his head down to teasingly bite your neck and leave some marks, the Lordling promptly entered his size into your tight cavity, making a slightly audible fleshy sound due to your wetness. Your eyes fluttered shut as you released a sudden groan simultaneously along him, who groaned against your sensitive skin as he nibbled softly on your neck. The pain of having your inner walls stretched made you bite your lower lip, trying to get used to the feeling of his hot cock, as he kept using his very own Valyrian words to provoke you further. A little grin formed at the corner of his rosy lips, feeling your slick run through his erection.

“You are so tight,” he growled out, trailing his lips lower to kiss your collarbone, and wander around your breasts as your dress was slightly loose, with the intentions of leaving his lovemarks on your velvet-like skin. “And you have no idea how good you feel.” luke continued. You had adjusted to his member rather rapidly, helping him by moving your hips in a downward motion, releasing a breathy gasp as he entered deeper. As much as he wished to fuck your brain out and establish who was the one that truly deserved you, that didn’t mean Luke would actually do anything to harm you — he simply wished for you to have a moment to remember with him.

“P-Please, my dragon Lord, continue...” your words were a plea, and he did as you wished. Moving his head back up, he took the skin of your neck in between his teeth, biting harder as you threw your head back to give him more carnal access. As soon as you gave the green light, he buried his cock deeper inside of you, snapping his own hips in a leisurely growing rough manner; not being able to contain what he had wished to do to you for such a long time. Your legs trembled from pleasure, feeling how you felt fulfilled with him inside of you. “L-Lucerys... Hmm,” you groaned quietly. You wished to not be as vocal as you could actually be, in order to not be noticed by anyone else, but Lucerys preferred otherwise.

Being satisfied as he noticed some faint, ghosthly bruises and marks began appearing on your neck and cleavage, he trailed his lips against your skin up towards your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and panting against it on purpose. “I don’t care if anyone sees us,” as you thought earlier, it seemed as if he could read your thoughts. “I would much prefer to have everyone hear just how beautifully vocal you are, begging for my cock, just so they can see who you belong to.”

The young Lord had a way with charming you off your feet using his words. With every word he said in the former sentence, his movements became rougher, hearing him groaning and moaning even louder with every pound he gave to your sweetly wet pussy using his cock. Every in-and-out movement the dragon Prince had against your genitalia, the fleshier sounds simply intensified, making you shake your entire body and not being able to form a proper, coherent speech.

Your forehead dripped sweat from the physical excercise, being a mess of incoherent moaning and panting. Soon enough, a fiery heat wave tightened your chest, leisurely travelling down towards your stomach in the form of a knot; it could nearly make you see stars. You knew exactly what it meant, as simultaneously his hardened bulge twitched inside of you, going faster.

The Lord closed his eyes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Both of you clinged to one another as if your life depended on it, but it was solely what you had always wished it would happen.

“I-I think, I-I’m going to cum.” he stuttered, before he interrupted himself with a loud gaspy moan. “M-Me too, Luke... P-Please, f-fill me... Fill me with your seed. Cum inside of me.” you pleaded once again, and it seemed to work perfectly for him just to fuck you harder. A scoff escaped off of his lips.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t planning on doing it any other way, p-princess.” both your grunts intensified with every movement he made, feeling yourself fulfilled, nearly melting under the way he so perfectly satisfied your untouched needs. “I will only allow you to cum, i-if you scream my name.” softly, pecking sloppy little kisses around your jawline, one of his hands had began to playfully grop one of your breasts, squeezing it on his hand. You gulped, feeling yourself barely being able to think. You just preferred to serve him, and satisfy one another. You were wrapped right around his finger, melting under his gaze, kisses, touch, and cock.

“L-Lucerys, please...”

All the energy you had remaining was drained, in a good way. You were exhausted. The next moans rolling off your lips with his name, were a bit more hitched, stuttering, weakly coming out of your lips as you felt yourself finally reaching the peak of your excitement. With a few last lazy movements, he finished to pound against you for the last time, before he harshly pressed the entire body of his dick inside of you, releasing together a scream of pleasure as you could feel how the warm liquids of his seed filled your stomach very slowly, and his cock became slippery from your own moist discharge. His semen mixed with your own wetness, oozing right out of you and dripping through your legs. Tiredly, he adverted his gaze downwards, to turn himself on at the precious sight of your cumming. You were filled with him, and none of you would want it any other way.

Once you had simultaneously come, releasing your discharges rightfully and orgasming properly, a few moments of silence loomed over you with the mere sound of your pantings as, with one last growl coming off your throats, he slipped his erection out of you, and threw his body against you. There was sweat on your body from all the movements and the intensity. The Lord chuckled, with his breath hitched. A certain pride filled him. He knew he was able to fuck you like no other and that certainly you could never compare him to any other man, and much less to your own political betrothed. The mere thought of you having to marry made Lucerys jealous, but in reality, deep down inside, he knew he already had you all for himself.

“You should come visit me in Driftmark more often, my love.” he mumbled near your ear, pressing a loving kiss on your jawline. “We will certainly enjoy ourselves there, without any betrothed to possibly bother us.” in response, you weakly chuckled. Your private zone was already sore, with the sticky fluids remaining there and drying, nearly being able to stand due to the trembling in your legs. “Besides, in Driftmark...”

He stood silent for a moment, smiling to himself. Provoking a yelp to come from you and causing your eyes to widen, the Lord slided his hand once again under your dress, pressing his hand against your still moist and sore pussy, with two fingers nearly inside your entrance. “Ao jāhor gūrēñagon skorkydoso naejot kipagon nykeā drēje zaldrīzes. (You will learn how to ride a true dragon.)”

Your jaw dropped faintly in surprise, feeling your own cheeks boiling from the fluster of his words. Pressing his lips against your chin, you could see how he smirked. “In the morrow, you should be carrying my seed in your womb. And you can only imagine how badly that turns me on.” one last time, his green eyes pierced through your body, scanning you up and down. You were a true Valyrian delicacy he could taste for hours, everyday of his life. His hand suddenly appeared from under your dress, making you feel an empty sensation of being let down, and slowly walked towards where you had come from.

“I will see you very soon, my love. This is only the beginning.”

And he was right. What there was in between the two of you, that always remained there, was just starting to bloom and show it’s true colours. The ones that screamed to be released, knowing the mutual feelings.

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ON THE ROCKS

Chapter 1

DOM!RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

In collaboration with @0bsessioncntr

WORD COUNT: 8,080

SUMMARY: WORKING AT A SMALL BAR IN CALIFORNIA TO PROVIDE FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR SON, YOU MEET AN UNLIKELY STRANGER ON A LATE FRIDAY NIGHT. WHO KNEW THAT A DRUKEN HOOK-UP IN THE BAR BATHROOM COULD TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE.

TW: Smut Warning. (18+) Rough Sex, Choking, Degradation, Fingering, Praise, Teasing.

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Rhea hadn’t expected to lose her match against Liv. They’d fought countless times in the past and she had always ended victorious, but the writers had decided that it was time to shake things up.

Tossing her bags into the back of her truck, Rhea let out a disgruntled sigh. It wasn’t her fault, the match was destined to end that way but she couldn’t shake the feeling she was losing her touch. The boys had offered to take her out— to get her mind off it, but the truth was she just wanted to be alone. To clear her head on her own terms.

She didn’t have to drive too long before finding herself a little hide out. Somewhere with a little privacy.

Pushing the door open to a secluded dive bar hidden off the main street, Rhea blinked a few times as the bright neon lights stung her eyes. The sound of the small juke box hidden in the back vibrating in her eardrums as she pulled a hand through her messy black tendrils. Granted this wasn’t the usual place she found herself after a disappointing match, but there was less chance of anyone recognizing her here. Maybe she’d get a few moments of silence, some time to relax followed by a stiff drink. She didn’t want to be bothered, or harassed, she just wanted something to take her mind off things— little to her knowledge, she was about to find just that.

Crossing the small establishment towards an empty seat at the end of the bar, she kept a watchful gaze on the few people that littered the space. Not the usual crowd Rhea was used to seeing— no teens, no screaming fans, just a handful of males clutching half empty beer bottles and a singular female bartender. It wasn’t often Rhea found herself looking at women the way she currently eyed this individual, but there was something about her.

Dropping onto the barstool with an exasperated sigh, Rhea picked up a used coaster from the bar top and began to twirl it between her fingers. She still couldn’t shake the disappointed feeling that bubbled in her gut from her loss, but maybe a drink or two would calm her nerves.

You tried to clear your head as you stood on the far side of the bar cleaning glasses, but your concentration broke when you noticed the tall female walk in. You looked her over closely; a tye-dye purple and black t-shirt with pretty faded black jeans. Now working in a bar this small and out of the way, you had a usual crowd and more than a few regulars, so Rhea’s presence immediately stood out to you.

A smirk crossed your face as you set the glasses down, picking up a dish rag and throwing it over your shoulder as you made your way over to this stranger.

“New faces in here are rare, yknow.”

You said with a smile as you stopped behind the bar in front of Rhea, placing your palms on the bar top, admittedly pushing your tits together a little; it always got you more tips. You also couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was the more you studied her face; piercing blue eyes that almost made you shiver, thick black hair that framed her face perfectly, the muscle tone in her arms. You noticed some of the regulars watching and studying, and you saw Rhea make eye contact with a few of them.

“Don’t worry about the guys, they don’t bite. What can I get ya?”

A small scoff parted Rhea’s lips at your comment as her head craned back to look up at your features, the corners of her lips turning up into a coy smirk as she licked across her lower lip.

“Oh I’m not worried darling, I’ve dealt with bigger guys than these losers.”

Placing the coaster flat to the bar top, Rhea leant forward to rest her elbows onto the wooden ledge before giving you a quick up and down. Her sapphire gaze glistening betwixt the neon lightning.

“How about you surprise me. You seem like the kinda girl who would know what I want.”

“How about a whiskey. On the rocks.”

You said with an eat shit grin as you watched her look you over. It wasn’t very often somebody came in that really caught your eyes, and this was the first time it had been a woman. You leaned over the bar counter to be a little closer, face to face, with Rhea. Your tits were nearly spilling out of your lace-up top. At this point it was about more than (just) tips.

You bit your bottom lip lightly, staring directly back into Rhea's stunning eyes. A small strand of black hair hung in front of your face that fell from the bun your hair was up in. Your arms were crossed in front of you as your fingers ran across your tattoo-covered skin in anticipation.

Lazily scanning her gaze over every visible inch of your body as you spoke, Rhea’s ocean hues stopped on the plush cushion of your lips as you nibbled it gently. Her fingertips grazing against your forehead as she scooped the loose strand of hair behind your ear, her tongue coaxing across her lower lips as she closed the distance between the two of you a tiny bit more.

“Sounds delicious.”

Each syllable fell from her lips like honey, sweet and tempting. She wasn’t one for being such a tease outside of her persona but something about you had her acting different. Slowly dropping her palm from the side of your head, her fingertips grazing your forearm as she rolled her lower lip between pearly whites.

“I don’t usually drink alone, and what better company than a pretty girl like yourself. So.. let me buy you a drink?”

You were relieved that she most likely couldn’t see the blush on your face due to all the neon lighting, but cursed yourself anyway. Was she really getting you flustered? You grinned from ear to ear, placing a hand on her arm gently.

“As flattering as that is, I can’t drink on the job. Old boss man would have my ass, you know how it is.”

You said, finding yourself trying extra hard to make your voice sexy. Everything you usually did for tips was being used due to genuine interest at the moment. You found yourself dreaming of getting in her pants already.

Your hand trailed down her arm as you stood up, making sure to perk your ass up a bit as you walked to the other side of the bar to grab a glass and make her drink. You admittedly overpoured a bit, you told yourself it was just because you liked her. It wasn’t like getting her tipsy would increase your chances. You made your way back to her side of the bar, setting the drink on the coaster in front of her.

“Top shelf shit, only the best for you mamas. And uh, I am closing alone tonight.”

You said with a sly grin on your face, dropping the most obvious hint you could.

Rhea hadn’t taken her eyes off you since you’d walked away, her fingers idoly playing with the coaster in front of her once more as the tip of her tongue played with her back tooth. Every curve of your body caused desperate thoughts to flash through Rhea subconscious as she trailed her gaze over you. Her palm racking through her hair, she sat upright from the bar as you approached.

Her gaze dropped to the filled glass as you placed it in front of her, swiftly returning it to your features— not before taking in a cheeky peak at your breasts on the way up.

“Well maybe I’ll have to stick around then.”

Shooting a wink in your direction as her lips turned up into a devilish smirk, Rhea curled her fingers round the crystal glass and brought it up to her lips, gulping back half the glass in one causing a soft wince to leave her throat.

“So I’m going to need another one of these and that makes two for you, when you’re done.”

“You know what. If you really feel like sticking around until one am, I’ll have that drink with you.”

You said with a smile that dropped to an over dramatic sigh when you realized you were being called from the other side of the bar. Something along the lines of “doll face” or “baby girl”, it didn’t matter, you knew they were talking to you. The two of you still didn’t even know each other's names.

You basically waltzed your way to the other side of the bar strictly because you knew Rhea was staring you down. You did your signature bend over the counter to speak to the men requesting drinks, but you smiled a little extra wide knowing she was probably staring at your ass.

You spent the rest of the night being nothing but a tease. You did your job, of course, but your mind was only on the woman at the end of the bar. You could constantly feel her eyes on you and it gave you a little kick in the ass to keep going for the last 2 hours of your shift. Tugging your already tight jeans up every so often to show off your ass, constantly looking over and “checking” on her with a wink or sticking your tongue out. You did want her to know she had your attention.

At 12:30 you rang the bell above the bar, a loud ring echoing through the noisy bar.

“Alright boys it’s closing time! Time to close your tabs and get the hell out!”

As the night progressed Rhea grew more and more anxious for 1am, her gaze constantly flicking between the large clock above the bar and your perfectly curved form. She couldn’t wait for the regulars to leave and for you to finally be alone with her. Just the two of you.

As your demand for the tab closure fell from your lips, she couldn’t help the small chuckle that vibrated in her chest. It was clear that you wanted everyone out sooner rather than later— the corners of her lips tugging into a coy smirk as she found your gaze once more.

You’d only referred to the men with your closing announcement which in turn made her extremely happy, with everyone gone she’d finally get you all to herself with no interruptions.

Slowly sipping at her third drink of the night, Rhea kept a watchful gaze from her peripherals on each individual as they finished off their drinks with haste and formed a line along the bar's edge to pay you for the night. Sure it bothered her as the mass of males gave you a little too much attention, but it’s not like she could do anything about it. You were strangers after all and had no rights to be jealous.

“Hey baby girl, how come the newbie gets special treatment and I don’t huh?”

The large male traced the lines of your tattooed forearm as he slid his card across the wood, casting a weary gaze in Rhea’s direction. The watchful eyes of the flirt causes Rhea to coax her tongue over her teeth, trying her best to keep calm. What did it matter if you were showing her a little attention?

“Calm down geezer, you got special treatment the second Billy didn’t make you pay him on that pool bet you lost. Now your tabs thirty seven fifty”

You said without a single worry in the world. Every once in a while somebody would try and pull something, but you were never too worried about it; especially with the woman who found herself at the end of the bar.

The man scowled and took his card as you handed it back to him with nothing else to say. You simply had a smile on your face as you nodded your head for him to move along. You finally finished checking out the last customer as your eyes looked across the bar to meet Rhea’s, a smirk on your face knowing once the last person was gone and you locked that door, it would be the two of you alone with nobody to interrupt.

As the last two men made their way out of the bar you followed, shutting the door behind them with a slam and instantly locking the deadbolt on the door. You turned around instantly and put your back and palms to the door, looking over Rhea.

Rhea had every intention of keeping you in her sight as you ushered the remaining few patrons out the door and bolted it closed, spinning round on the bar stool to face you as the loud clunk of the deadbolt rang in her ears.

“Finally.”

She uttered quietly— mostly to herself, as she leant her elbows back against the bar top with a shit eating grin. The past few hours had felt like days in passing, each second dragging out longer and longer over time.

Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, Rhea grasped at the almost empty crystalware and brought it up to her lips to pour the contents down her throat.

“That’s three, gorgeous. Better catch up.”

You giggled and danced over to the jukebox, pressing a few buttons as a Nine Inch Nails song started to play. You made your way over to the bar, pouring yourself your own whiskey and refilling Rheas glass.

“Want me to catch up?”

You said with a smirk before downing the whole glass like it was a shot. You slammed the glass back down on the counter with a refreshing breath as you smiled at Rhea, letting out a chuckle before pouring yourself another just to sip on. When you finished you set the bottle on the counter, leaning over once again to be face to face with Rhea. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and it was pretty safe to say you were both ready to rip each other's clothes off, but there was a procedure to these things.

“Happy?”

Rhea’s brow hitched skyward as she wrapped her lengthy fingers round the whiskey bottle soon after you’d placed it down on the counter, motioning for you to finish the glass you’d poured yourself with a coy grin and waiting patiently to pour you another.

“You still have two to go, princess. Keep drinking.”

You let out a drawn out sigh, a chuckle escaping from your lips as you downed the second glass of whiskey. You felt the familiar burn in your throat as you set the glass down, licking your bottom lip while making direct eye contact with the woman across from you.

“That’s two. Better pour me my last one, hot shot.”

Glancing swiftly down at the fourth drink you’d poured her and then back up to meet your gaze, Rhea’s tongue toyed with her back tooth as she mulled over whether to point out that technically you still had two more, or whether to leave it be. The longer it took you to drink, the longer it took before she could get your jeans off and she was only willing to wait so long.

Tilting the bottle to slowly empty more of the amber liquid into the crystal glass, Rhea glanced down at her task as she spoke. Small tendrils of her dark hair falling into her face as if to mask you from her view.

“So, what’s a girl gotta do around here to get her hands on you?”

She doesn’t look up to gauge your response, instead she continues with hopes she gets the reply she wanted.

“Because I’ve not taken my eyes off your ass since I got here and I don’t know if I keep my hands off it much longer.”

A smirk crossed your face along with a small blush, pulling the string that tied the halves of your top together letting them fall down, now just barely covering your breasts. You put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to make eye contact with you.

“A girl doesn’t gotta do anything she hasn’t already done—”

You trailed off, standing up and walking away from Rhea towards the bathroom on the far side of the bar. As you walked away you pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it on the bar top without looking back at Rhea, who could only see your back. You giggled to yourself a little as you walked through the bathroom door, letting it close behind you.

You really knew what you were doing and Rhea couldn’t help but let her lips fall slack as she locked her eyes on your form walking away, her pearly whites nipping at the corner of her lip as she watched the piece of fabric fall to the bar, her gaze instantly returning to etch every inch of your back into her mind.

Swiftly getting to her feet— not before knocking back the remainder of her drink of course, Rhea crossed the small bar in the same direction you’d left. Pausing briefly as she reached the bathroom door.

This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the kind of thing she usually did and yet she didn’t seem to find fault. You had captivated her the second she’d entered the bar and as she’d pointed out— she hadn’t taken her eyes off you since.

Pushing her palm flat against the wooden door, Rhea entered into the unknown with nothing but a burning desire to have your skin beneath her fingers.

When Rhea entered the bathroom she found you, sitting on the counter wearing nothing but black panties. Your body was slim but curvy, your skin tan and nearly perfect. You stared at her with a smile and said nothing, just taking your bottom lip between your teeth and raising an eyebrow, excited to see how she would react.

Rhea wasn’t sure what she’d expected to find waiting for her but as her gaze fell upon your almost completely naked form, her breath hitched in her throat as she stepped completely into the room and let the door close behind her. Sapphire hues locking with your glistening gaze as she sculced across the room much like she would with her Dom Dom. It worked so well on the girls she played it up for, so why wouldn’t it send a shiver down your spine.

Her palms secured themselves around the edge of the sink as she used her knee to kick yours apart, her taller frame towered over you. Slowly releasing a palm from its grasp, she slipped a lone finger under your chin to crane your neck back and make you look at her.

“I thought I'd get to take those off.”

You got chills as she approached you, towering over you in a way that made you feel small and at her mercy. You loved it.

“I didn’t wanna waste any time. I feel like we both waited long eno—”

You were cut off as Rheas lips literally slammed onto yours, knocking your back against the mirror as your arms wrapped around her neck. You let her form rest between your legs as your arms pulled her further into you, onto you.

Rhea’s palm released the counter top within a blink of an eye. Her lips moving effortlessly against your own as she felt the pressure of your hold driving her closer, her fingertips finding the plump curvature of your ass cheeks as she dragged your hips forward against her own.

She wasn’t usually a fuck in the bathroom kinda girl but no way was she passing up on such a prime opportunity.

Her nail beds turned white as they punctured your skin. Her tongue pushes past your lips to explore your mouth. She’d waited far too long to get ahold of you and she wasn’t wasting one more second not claiming every inch of your body as her own.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t say this was completely out of the ordinary for you. Being around that many guys and this much alcohol, you’d had a few hookups before at the bar, but nothing you were ever into this much. This wasn’t just one of those nights you felt like you had to get laid for your sanity. This, this was pure lust between the both of you. That’s what was different here. You wanted her more than you had ever wanted your baby-daddy through your entire relationship. Something about her was just different, and it drove you crazy.

You moved with her almost in unison, your lips, your hands, your hips, all working together, like a lost form of dancing. You took your arms from around Rhea’s neck, moving your hands to fumble with the buttons on her jeans as your lips were still pressed to hers. It didn’t take you long to get them undone, slipping your hand in to see the response you would get.

The muscles in Rhea’s back tightened as the flat of your palm slid itself into the front of her jeans, your fingertips softly dancing against her smooth mound.

“How brave, princess.”

She purred as she pulled her lips back from yours, her nails leaving a sting against your ass cheek as she moved her palm to softly coil her fingers around the length of your throat. Her lips pressing heated kisses along the line of your jaw before stopping at the shell of your ear, nipping gently at the flesh just below your lobe.

“But what makes you think you’re in charge here?”

Goosebumps covered your skin. You’d never had a hookup like this. Hell you’d never even had sex like this before. You let out a small whimpering moan, still trying to catch your breath from the moment before. You removed your hand and held them up on either side of your head, a small smile crossing your face.

“I give in. Take me Mami.”

You said with a small chuckle, waiting for her reaction. Had you just called her Mami? It slipped out, but hell, it felt right. You couldn’t help but thank god these panties were black, otherwise the growing wet spot would be noticeable.

Rhea’s lips twitched into an ear shit grin as you surrendered to her dominance, a small twang playing in her chest as you called her Mami. Did you know who she was? Was this why you were hooking up with her, so you could tell your friends you fucked a celebrity?

Shaking it off as coincidence, Rhea clasped her fingertips around your jaw to hold your head in place as she brought her lips in-line with your own.

“Only if you behave, princess. Are you my good girl?”

Your smile grew as you barely shook your head in Rhea’s grasp. You don’t even know her name, but goddamn it you’ll be a good girl for her.

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl.”

You said as your tongue coaxed across your teeth, your breaths still deep and heavy. You couldn’t think of anything other than what you wanted her to do to you. This was the most turned on you’ve ever felt. You desperately wanted to put your hands back on her, but hesitated for the moment to see where this was going.

You were like putty in Rhea’s hands as she leant forward to capture your bottom lip between her teeth, it was clear to her you’d do whatever she said and she thrived one just how desperate she made you.

Tugging gently on your lip before releasing it slowly, she pecked the reddened spot before pulling her gaze back. She couldn’t believe how obedient you were, even though the lust behind your eyes burnt brighter than a flame.

Her second palm pulled back from your ass as she repositioned herself between your thighs, the pad of her thumb pressing against your moist panties to graze gently against your eagerly awaiting clit. If you were okay with referring to her as Mami, she wasn’t going to stop you. Her grip around your throat tightening slightly as she spoke.

“Good girls do as Mami says.”

Her sapphire hues burnt into your features as she teasingly began to circle your clit with her thumb, her lips twisting into a devilish smirk.

“Repeat.”

She snapped. Her actions pausing until you followed her order.

You had this feeling in your stomach like you were going to cum on spot. All the dignity you usually held onto went straight out the window as you repeated her words without hesitation.

“Good girls do as Mami says”

Your voice was practically a whine, your left leg twitching slightly in anticipation. Something about her hand between your legs drove you over the edge, completely abandoning all attempts to stay in control as you completely submitted to this stranger's wishes. Yeah you felt cheap, but you also loved it. You would say whatever the hell you needed to in order for her to keep her hands on you. As of right now you thought this was going to go how every hook up before it had gone; afterward you’re done with each other and go your separate ways, never to speak again. So what was losing your dignity for one night?

A throaty chuckle parted Rhea’s lips as she began to circle your clit with her thumb once more, her hold around your jaw jerking forward to collide your lips in yet another passion filled kiss. She wanted to claim every part of your body, cover you in marks that would leave you thinking of her for weeks to come after you’d inevitably parted ways.

Slowly sliding her thumb up and down your core over the damp lace that shielded your entrance, Rhea’s lips once more began their travels across your jaw and down your neck. Each heated kiss and gently suck leaving soft purple blemishes in their wake.

She couldn’t wait to enter you and yet the soft whimpers and stifled moans she was pulling from your chest had an eat shit smirk claiming her lips as she pushed against the dark lace with a little more pressure.

“Oh f-fuck please I don’t usually beg but fuck. Please.”

You snapped when more pressure was applied between your legs, needing her inside you. You couldn’t seem to keep it together, each touch and kiss provoking little moans and whines. Your hands were pressed against her chest, desperately wanting more by the second. You couldn’t even stop to think about how you’d explain the marks covering you later, you couldn’t even stop to think.

“Mami. Please Mami.”

Being dominant was Rhea’s every day when it came to her work, so when she found a little sub who bowed to her will it caused just as much adrenaline as she received in the ring.

Releasing your throat only temporarily, she grasped at the seam of your lace panties and in a swift pull tore the waistband through to the leg hole. Evidently they were in the way and she wasn’t going to waste time taking them off correctly. Her tongue cloaking over her top teeth as she held back a scoff.

“Such a needy little girl, princess.”

She purred. Each word falling from her lips like venomous honey as she pushed aside the fabric to expose your already soaked core.

“So wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Can you just shut the hell up and fuck me.”

You whined, completely out of breath, obviously forgetting your place for a moment. At this point you were desperate. Your eyes grew wide as you watched Rhea’s facial expression change immediately.

“I’m sorry?”

Rhea scoffed, her palm latching around your throat again as she craned your head up sharply to look at her. Pinching at your cheeks to part your lips, she leant forward to make sure you understand every word she was about to say.

“You don’t give the orders around here. Mami’s in charge and if you want me to make you feel good, you’ll watch your tongue.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you did your best to nod, looking directly into Rhea’s eyes. You knew you fucked up the moment you said it, but god you had to say you were happy with the consequences. She still had your cheeks pinched in her hand, so you couldn’t speak. You just nodded your head and stared up at her, waiting for the next move. You couldn’t seem to keep your hips still and you squirmed under her grasp.

You were a full grown woman who had what you considered a lot of respect for yourself, and here you were basking in the glory of degradation and obedience with a stranger who’s name you don’t even know.

Rhea’s fingers had retracted from your core as your hips had spasmed for attention, her fingertip pressing into your hip bones as she held you in place. She could see your desperation for her touch, how your own body was betraying you and giving your desire away.

Her ocean hues burning into your own glistening gaze as you looked up at her with doe-like eyes, she couldn’t help the small chuckle that echoed from deep in her chest.

“Do you want Mami to make you feel good, princess? Do you want Mami to fuck you?”

There was a clear malicious undertone in Rhea’s questions, her manicured brow arching as she loosened her hold on your throat and moved to wind her fingers tightly into the bun on top of your head to keep you in the same position.

“You can talk.”

“Yes. Please. I’m begging.”

You barely got out between heaving breaths, your eyes still locked in with Rhea’s as she tugged at your hair. God you’d never had to beg before. You’d never felt the urge to beg before. You’d never let yourself beg for a man. But her. You’d beg for her.

The muscles in your thighs still spasmed, your body completely giving you up. Your face was bright red, your skin covered from head to toe in goosebumps.

“Please, Mami.”

Sure, Rhea could continue to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore but the reality was she was getting bored of the chase and wanted to devour her prize. Her fingers releasing your hip bone and grasping round your jaw for only a brief moment.

“Keep going. Keep begging me to fuck you.”

She ordered as she dropped her hold from your hair, the tips of her fingers slowly tracing down the entire length of your body. Staring at your neck, caressing over your shoulders and down the length of your spine. She could feel your skin pimpling beneath her touch and couldn’t help the soft chortle that pulled from her lips.

You didn’t hesitate. You gave in so fast you didn’t even think of the words before they came out.

“Please Mami, I need you. I need you to fuck me. I’ll do anything you say.”

Rhea could hear just how desperate you were just from the tone of your voice. The words came out as a strained whine, a voice more than fit for begging. Your legs couldn’t seem to stay still, your heart feeling like it was going to beat out of your chest if she wasn’t inside of you in the next few seconds.

Rhea didn’t want to leave marks on your face but with her vice-like grip around your jaw, she knew better about the outcome. Her fingertips dancing over the expanse of your thigh as you whined, she swiftly dipped them between your legs to slide a singular finger through the slickness of your wet folds. She could feel each twitch and spasm as she pushed a second finger alongside the first to coat them in your clear juices, her eat shit grin not faltering once as she brought them to her lips to clean off every last drop.

“Anything I say, huh?”

She could see the disappointment on your features as she retracted her fingers, but she didn’t plan to keep you waiting too long. Removing her fingers from her mouth with a loud pop, she slowly slid them back to where you craved her most. Gently toying at your entrance as she tightened her grip around your cheeks once more.

“Lucky me.”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as you finally got what you had craved so badly. You felt the drool dripping from your lips, not even being able to control the expressions crossing your face as her fingers worked their way into you. You kept eye contact (not that you had a choice) The whole time, Rhea just staring back at you with a grin on her face that told you loud and clear she was pleased with your reaction. Every time she moved an inch a whine or moan would emerge from your lips, completely involuntary under Rhea’s control.

Pushing her fingertips harder at your entrance to drive them into your tight and awaiting walls, Rhea released your face from a tight hold and in turn took both your wrists between her palm. Arching them up and over your head before pressing them into the mirror behind you.

“Let’s start with you keeping that pretty little mouth shut until I say otherwise.”

As to not overload your senses all at once, Rhea slowly began to slide her fingers deeper into the tightness of your core. She didn’t want to cause you any pain, at least not just yet.

Her fingers gripping tighter around your wrists as she leant forward to have her lips grazing yours as she spoke.

“Understand, my good girl?”

“Understood.”

You squeaked out, slightly grinding against her hand. It took everything in you to stifle the noises that would otherwise be escaping from your throat. Your legs were already trembling at this point, but not quite shaking. You had a feeling that would come later. As Rhea’s fingers hit a certain spot your breath hitched, a whine finally escaping from your throat as you caught your breath.

Rhea paused as the soft whine parted your lips, her tongue playing with her back teeth as she realized just what spot she’d hit. Slowly curling her fingertips against the sensitive wall, she chuckled softly.

“Did I, or did I not say keep that pretty little mouth shut, princess?”

Yes she meant completely, Rhea didn’t want to hear a peep out of you until she had brought you to the edge with no return. She wanted you crying in pain for your release before you got to open your mouth again.

Increasing the speed of her thrust motion, Rhea began to pump her lengthy fingers in and out of your tight core. She knew that making you keep yourself silent would be hard enough and since she didn’t want to be a complete menace, her palms slowly loosened to release your wrist.

“Now let’s see if you can control yourself.”

Truthfully; Rhea had let you go because she was being selfish, actually releasing the hold on your wrists because she wanted your hands on her, but also secretly wanted to test you. Would you continue to let her dominate every inch of your body, would you completely submit to her every order.

You wanted to answer her but kept your mouth sealed. You shot her a slight look of confusion when she released your hands but took the opportunity, hesitating for a moment before gently tugging at her shirt, trying to ask for it to be taken off without saying a word. Your one leg twitched inward and hit Rhea’s arm, and you tried to play it off and hope she didn’t notice. God, nothing had ever felt so good; you kept thinking you would never look at a fucking man again. The more her fingers moved inside of you the more the tension grew in your stomach, feeling like a rubber band was about to snap but never quite did. You wanted so desperately to roll your hips against her hand, something to finally send you over the edge, but you knew better than that in this short amount of time.

“You can only look, princess.”

Rhea purred as she reluctantly withdrew her fingers completely from inside you, her entire form taking a step back as she tugged the tie dye shirt clean off her torso in one swift yank. Her black sports bra still concealing her breasts from your glistening gaze, she closed the distance once more.

“You can’t touch, not till Mami says so.”

You weren’t even able to complete a blink before Rhea pulled the black bra over her head and dropped it down at her feet with a devilish smirk. You’d agreed to do whatever she said and this was an order she knew you’d struggle to obey.

Sliding herself back between your thighs, Rhea returned her fingers to your entrance— however this time it was three fingers pressing themselves between your walls. The more she gave you, the more you’d give her in return. She wanted tears and damn it that’s what she’d get.

Oh fuck. You almost said it out loud. Looking over Rhea, now fully topless, somehow turned you on even more. You were just dying to have your hands on her almost as much as you wanted her hands on you. When you realized what she seemed to have planned next your eyes grew wide, looking down between your legs then back up at her. You swallowed the pool of saliva in your throat before your tongue ran across your bottom lip, once again staring up at Rhea with doe eyes just begging, without a word, for her to continue.

Each pump of Rhea’s palm drove the three fingers deep into your drenched core, the tips curling against your sweet spot with each thrust. She could feel the tension through your entire body, the accidental twitch of your leg being the first give away that her touch was driving you wild.

A throat chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she leant closer towards you, her free hand lifting both your palms to rest them on her shoulders so she could press her bare breasts against yours and whisper softly against the shell of your ear.

“Such a good girl, maybe Mami will give you a little reward.”

Sucking the shell of your ear between her lips for a few seconds; not once slowing her thrusts against your core, Rhea whispered once more in a tone laced with authority.

“You get sixty seconds. Don’t waste them.”

Retracting her stance to create a small distance between your bare chests, she delved her fingers deeper into your heat in hopes you’d break your silence and she’d get to punish you.

“Fuck~ thank god.”

You whined, not even thinking about the fact that you opened your mouth but relieved you could finally get what you wanted so badly. For a few moments all you could do was stare and take it in.

You were a mess. Barely, and I mean barely keeping it together here. You wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but at the same time you felt like you never wanted this moment to end. Your one hand trailed down rheas shoulder and chest to palm her breasts, biting your bottom lip as your gaze flickered between your own hands and Rheas face. You were close, so close, but you knew she wasn’t done with you yet.

The smirk on Rhea’s face continued to grow as words fell from your lips, she’d expected you to talk but when you stopped so short and began to focus on her breasts, her head tilted back slightly.

Your palms moved effortlessly against her bare skin, her nipples peeking as your fingers moved skillfully over them. It had been months since she’d been touched like this.

“Thirty seconds, princess.”

She muttered as the swift pumping of her fingers continued, curling against your sweet spot each time she hit it. She had every intention of making your legs tremble and your toes curl, to make you cry out her name over and over again as you begged her to let you cum. Rhea’s dominance wasn’t to be challenged, if she wanted you screaming— she’d get it.

Grasping at your throat once more to tilt your gaze upward, her piercing hues fixated on the pleasure that masked your features. You were close, she could tell and yet she still had plans beyond your wildest dreams for you.

Your left leg was shaking, the muscles in both thighs spasming more and more by the second. You made direct eye contact with the woman towering over you, your hands still desperately crawling across her skin.

“Mami, please, I’m so close.”

You whined, your eyelids fluttering as your head tilted back to take in everything you were feeling. Your one hand traveled up Rheas chest to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to your face until your noses almost touched. It was almost a moment of intimacy, but overshadowed by the fact that she was inside and in complete control of you. You recapped the night in your head, thinking about your reaction when Rhea had first entered the bar. She had definitively proved you right, there was something different about her, but you had a feeling it went deeper than the lust between the two of you at that moment. This thought was cut short when Rhea spoke again.

“Three..”

Rhea’s nose swiped against your nose gently, keeping her hold on your throat as she tilted your head to the side.

“Two..”

Scattering a few hot kisses across your jaw, she nipped at the supple flesh below your ear before sucking the lobe between her lips.

“One..”

Releasing your jaw to peel your hand from around her neck, she whispered against your ear in a devilish tone.

“Times up.”

She purred, her pulsating fingers slowly to an unbearably slow pace. Her lips curving into an impish smirk as she leant back slightly to remove your hold upon her breast.

“Such a good girl, but Mami’s not quite done with you yet.”

A needy whine escaped your lips as Rhea pulled away, leaving your hands empty. Your eyes grew wider by the second and Rhea spoke to you, the countdown making you ready for your release but you were met with your lover slowing her pace, telling you she’s not quite done with you.

Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, trying to catch it as your body tried to regain control.

“N-not done? Fuck. Fuck me.”

You mumbled under your breath so quietly Rhea could barely hear you. Your body was beginning to give up, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out without cutting Rhea’s game short.

She could see the agony on your features, the desperation as your climax teetered on the edge of release. Sure, she could keep going; punishing you for no reason, but truthfully she craved your release. To feel the warmth of your liquids as it coated her fingers.

“One last little beg for Mami, princess. Show me just how loud you can be.”

With a slow curl of her fingers against your sweet spot, Rhea’s patterns increased once more. Driving herself third knuckle deep into your drenched core, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She wanted to hear you scream, to beg for it all to end.

“N-ngh fuck, I can’t, fucking hell.”

You couldn’t even get a full sentence out at this point, your legs spasming inwards as your face contorted into a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. It wasn’t long before you felt the tension in your stomach snap, your breath and words getting stuck in your throat as your silence and expression told Rhea all she needed to know. The hand that had found itself on the back of her neck had the nails digging into her skin, no doubt leaving marks. As Rhea felt the familiar wetness on her fingers a grin crossed her face as she studied yours, your eyes finally rolling back to the front of your head as they fluttered open to meet Rhea's gaze.

As you came down from the rush you found yourself feeling almost embarrassed, having never had anybody talk to you or even touch you like this before. The rush of the moment started to settle for you, and you looked up at Rhea and found yourself hoping she wouldn’t just leave, even though you knew better than to fantasize about anything more than this moment. She was a stranger, you didn’t even know her name, and you had so much going on in your life right now between work and your child that you knew there was nothing that could come of this even if you wanted it to.

You tried to hide the anxiety with a smile as you stared up at the woman in front of you, waiting for her reaction. You found that you still couldn’t catch your breath, and your heart was beating so fast you would’ve thought you ran a marathon.

Rhea’s sapphire hues pierced your gaze as you finally found hers once more. The desire filled smirk that claimed her lips almost hungry as she took in every inch of your body. Each tremble and each spasm pulling harder and harder at her devilish side as she relished in the moment, proud of just how much of a mess she’d made you.

Her free palm finding your soft cheek, she gently dragged her thumb over the perfect arch of your cheekbone. How had she been so lucky as to find you? If she hadn’t found herself in such a specific bar, you never would have met.

She chuckled softly, her palm retracting slowly as to catch every sensitive spot upon her exit. Pearly whites nipping at the plush of her bottom lip as her gaze dropped briefly to her soaked palm, Rhea couldn’t help but have a little treat for herself.

Shifting her hues back up to settle on your features, she raised her fingers up to pre moistened lips and slowly slipped all three into her mouth to clean off every inch.

“Such a good girl.”

Rhea finally spoke, her words dripping with sin. Her fingers dropping from your cheek to hold gently around your chin, she inched you forward to press her lips feverishly against your own. You’d taste yourself upon her lips, whether you liked it or not.

Your heart fluttered as her lips met yours. Not only could you taste yourself on her lips, you really got to take in what it felt like with her lips against yours. You could focus on it, and you didn’t want it to end. A small whine escaped your lips when she pulled away from you. You ran your hand back through your hair to try and tame it, finally taking in a deep breath and checking your watch. It was almost 2 am. Panic ran through your veins as you realized you were going to be late for the babysitter.

Rhea watched closely as your features changed. She couldn’t quite tell what it was, but she knew something had changed. Had she been too rough with you? Had she done something that maybe pushed you too far?

She hadn’t expected this to go any further than tonight but when she realized something was wrong her heart dropped. Coiling her fingers around a few loose strands of hair that fell about your features, she scooped them back behind your ear with a soft smile. Sure she wanted to see you again, but the reality was what happens in the bar, stays in the bar and perhaps she needed to accept that. She wanted to say something; something as stupid as asking your name, but chose against it as your lips parted to speak.

“This has been amazing.”

You said with a small laugh; still partially in shock from the time you’d shared together, but you knew what you had to do. It was time for the hard part.

“But I— I really have to get home.”

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