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Madam moved with devastating control, steady thrusts that made Emma’s knees shake under the weight of sensation. Emma moaned into the carpet, every inch of her body alive.
“Louder,” Madam demanded as she tugged Emma up by the hair until her back arched, her cries spilling free. “I want the whole street to know just how good I fuck you.”
Emma obeyed, her voice breaking with every thrust while her body burned with that ever-present need. She wanted to come so much that it was almost unbearable, but she knew better than to ask. Madam wouldn’t allow it. Not yet.
She was being unravelled, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but an aching desire and Madam’s voice in her ear. “You’re mine,” Madam growled as she slammed into her harder. “Everyinchof you belongs to me.”
“Yes, Madam!” Emma sobbed, ecstasy and desperation blurring into one. “I’m yours.”
Those words pulled a groan from Madam, her pace picking up to something far more relentless. Emma clawed at the carpet, her body on fire, her orgasm close enough to practically strangle her.
“Not yet,” Madam pulled out, leaving Emma empty and shaking on the floor, tears stinging her eyes.
God, the loss had never felt so brutal before. “Please!”
Madam kneeled in front of Emma, gripped her jaw, and forced her head up. “You’ll come when I say you can. Not before.”
Emma’s vision blurred, but she nodded frantically. “Yes, Madam.”
“Good.” Madam lifted the soaked toy and guided it to Emma’s lips. “Now taste yourself.”
Emma allowed the toy to be slipped into her mouth, moaning as she looked up at Madam through hooded eyes.
“Mm. You know how good you taste. You know just how hard it is for me to control myself when all I want to do is fuck you in the nearest bathroom. But you still insist on pushing me…”
Madam drew back and returned to her position, shoving Emma back down with a hand between her shoulder blades. She spread her thighs wider, slid the strap back in with force, and fucked Emma hard and fast. Her body convulsed, every nerve alight, each thrust pushing her closer and closer, until…
“Now!” Madam commanded. “Come for me.”
Emma shattered. Her body bowed as a cry ripped from her throat, every muscle seizing as wave after wave crashed through her. She sobbed with the sheer force of it, clinging to the floor as she trembled violently. But Madam didn’t stop. She kept fucking Emma, driving her straight into another orgasm…then another, until Emma couldn’t breathe, think, or do anything other than instinctively fuck back against the toy buried deep inside of her. So what if she was needy? This was her wife, and she would take anything she could get.
By the time Madam finally eased out of her, Emma had collapsed, her cheek pressed against the carpet as her body quaked. God, it had been a while since she’d felt wrung out, wrecked, and entirely consumed.
Madam’s hand smoothed down her back, lingering with a gentleness that only came after the storm. “Mm. You’re always so good for me when you want to be.” She pressed a kiss to the base of Emma’s spine. “All mine.”
Emma’s lips curved into a blissful smile. Because she was Madam’s.Always.
Vanessa stirredas the sun peeked through the blinds, blinking against the brightness. Her body was heavy, but her mind was already working in its quiet, habitual way. She’d never been the best sleeper; there was always something in her headkeeping her occupied, but waking with Emma curled into her always softened the edges of her restlessness.
Emma was still out cold, her mouth parted slightly, with one hand splayed over Vanessa’s stomach. Her hair was a mess of dark strands across her face and pillow, her body pressed so close that Vanessa could feel the slow rise and fall of each breath.
Vanessa reached up and carefully brushed a few strands of hair back from Emma’s cheek. Last night had been…a lot. Even for them. Madam had pushed hard, and Emma had begged, broken, and come apart in ways that made Vanessa light up with pride and tenderness all at once.
And yet here she was now, peacefully asleep. Safe.
Vanessa’s eyes drifted over her wife’s face, committing the sight to memory. Because this was the part that mattered most. The aftermath. Madam may well take Emma apart, but it was Vanessa who always held her together afterwards. It was Vanessa who got to see her like this. Wrecked, rebuilt, and resting easy in the knowledge that she was loved.
A small murmur escaped Emma’s lips as she shifted, her nose brushing against Vanessa’s collarbone. “Mm.”
“Morning, baby,” Vanessa whispered as she leaned in and kissed her hair.
Emma hummed in response, clearly not ready to open her eyes just yet. “Don’t make me move.”
Vanessa smiled and slid her hand over Emma’s back in long, slow strokes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
They lay there quietly for a while, no words needed in that moment. It was just their breath, the warmth of the sheets, and the faint sound of the birds outside. This, for Vanessa, was the perfect morning.
Emma eventually opened her eyes, blinking as she came around to the idea of actually waking up. She lifted her chin and looked up at Vanessa. “You’re staring at me again.”
