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Asuka’s legs shook, a whine low in her throat as the damned obnoxious girl between her legs ignores what she really needs. The tongue lapping at her core is nice, but it’s been 20 minutes, and she is aching for more then just the basic laps Mari is torturing her with. Her tongue pressed flat against her cunt as she swipes slowly and firmly up, the tip of her tongue flicking her clit just enough to make her jolt, but no where near enough stimulation yet to make her cum.
She whines again, and Mari glances up at her, her hair falling around her face, let out of it’s usual twin pigtails. She hates how perfectly it frames her face, how it curls against her chin, following her jawline for a moment before it falls away. Another swipe has her whining again, a high pitch squeel that resonates in the room. Mari feels herself clenching against the sound, her own pussy dripping in her ruined panties. Something the brunette didn’t mind, single mindedly focused on breaking Asuka.
Her legs are sore, the spreader bar the only reason Mari is settled so calmly between her knees, as each swipe makes her knees twitch inwards, trying to protect her core from the abuse it’s endured. Another whine, blue eyes locked with green, and the amusement in those green orbs between her legs causes another whine to slip out. “Stop” she mutters.
The brunette does, leaning back on her heels as she grins at her, “Too much Princess?” she teases, and Asuka wants to hate her, wants to yell at her, call her names, curse her out, but instead she whines again, louder, needier, “Stop teasing. Mari… Mari… Mari, please, please.” tortured cries that bring a smile to Mari’s face, that has her aware once again of her own slick sliding down her leg.
She places her hand on Asuka’s thigh, feeling it tense beneath her hand, watching as they try to move, to close off access to the places Asuka needs her most, to invite her in to continue pulling Asuka apart piece by piece until her mind blanks. After a gentle squeeze, the hand lifts, the hiss as Asuka stops the whining, as she misses the contact, is the payment Mari needs to continue.
The finger trailing up Asuka’s leg burns, the only thing her mind can focus on is that contact. That that finger might be able to satisfy the craving, might be able to fill the emptiness, might be able to satisfy her. That Mari might actually let her cum finally. She knows that is futile, but it doesn’t stop the hope, the desire. “Princess, do you know how pretty you look like this?” “Please.” is the response Mari expected.
The finger swiping through her folds has her back arching, her hips twisting, it’s too much, it’s too sensitive, it’s in the wrong spot. She needs it deeper, she needs to be filled. Another wail leaving her lips, as she pushes off the ground, her hips trying to twist away from the contact, Mari’s hand on her hip (When did it get there) and the spreader bar making it impossible. “Princess,” eyes locking with green instantly, “look-” fingers held up, and she can see the wetness collected on it, can see it dripping down her hand, “you are so wet for me.”
Asuka can feel her cheeks starting to burn, she wouldn’t admit if it was arousal or embarrassment. “You look perfect like this Princess.” and she hears the click of Mari’s phone camera. “Look at yourself Princess.” Asuka contemplates closing her eyes, screwing them shut and denying Mari whatever she is trying to get. But before she even processes that thought her eyes have locked with her own in the picture. Her hair is a mess, disheveled from when she was clawing at it in an attempt to feel anything more than the gentle ministrations Mari had been offering her. Her cheeks are bright red, and her chest is tinted too. Her breasts look larger from this angle, catching their underside from where Mari sits.
What is harder to ignore is the sheen of reflected light off her thighs, from around her vagina that Mari intends for her to see, to be aware of. She can feel it too, the way it sticks to her, holding her in place just as much as the spreader bar is. She looks away quickly.
“Aww, it’s okay Princess, I’ll take good care of you.” she says before slapping her cunt. The wail of pained arousal that leaves Asuka’s lips has her entire back arched, her body frozen, as she tenses, flexing multiple times; whining that there is nothing filling her. Tears start to well in her eyes, frustration building in the absence of the relief Mari is withholding. “Oh Princess, you look precious. How much do you need me? How desperate are you to be filled Princess?” her voice purring as she teases the girl restrained under her.
“Please, please please.” the desperate cries tumbling from her lips with no thought from their owner, no shame with the neediness on display for the woman she will say she hates outside any room but this one.
“Oh Princess, is someone not taking enough care of you?” more taunting from the girl who put her in this state, “You know I will always take care of you.”
“Yes, yes, please. Please I need, filled, please.” and Mari has to take a moment herself, the pleading in the other girl’s voice, the broken trill to it, has her struggling to restrain her own hands, wanting to give in to Asuka’s pleading. She knows however that the wait will be worth it, that Asuka will thank her when she is allowed her orgasms. And in the meantime Mari will take her enjoyment of the broken, pleading voice she is privy too.
She runs her hand once more up Asuka’s leg, starting from the spreader bar and slowly running the tips of her fingers across her leg, settling her hand cupping her pussy while Asuka continues to whine, hips bucking desperately, futilely, trying to find friction. Another pained whine keening from her lips.
“Princess, relax, settle back down, you’ll get what you need.” a hand coaxing the girls back on the bed, stills the rutting hips. “Good girl.” she croons as the tip of her index finger dips into her folds, presses against her entrence. Another whine at the contact, not enough pressure, but oh so much with her sensitivity. She fights moving her hips, knowing the repurcussions if she doesn’t.
“You’re getting better at this Princess.” the praise dispensed liberally. “Keep it up Princess, you’ll get your orgasm soon.” the whine her only answer, words something that are being harder and harder for Asuka to remember. The stimulation is more frustrating then helpful at this point for her, but trying to figure out how to communicate that, how to fix it without moving her hips is too much thought. Kept on the edge long enough now that her mind can only focus on how turned on she is, how empty she feels, and how sensitive her folds are. None of which are things she wants to be focused on, and combined they become more intoxicating and more overwhelming then any of them can be on their own.
The tongue swiping through her folds has her hips pushing up into the mouth causing the stimulation. A cry from Asuka, one she didn’t recognize coming from her own lips, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, please please.” desperate pleas, voicing how needy she is, but not what she needs.
“Princess, relax, I will give you what you need. Patience Princess, let me enjoy tasting you.” Mari’s voice is soft as she leans in to kiss Asuka’s clit gently, pleased with herself at the sharp jolt the stimulation causes. “Princess, relax. Do I need to tie you up?” she asks, finger still barely inside her partner for the night.
“Please, please, yes, more please.”
“Okay Princess, breathe, I have to pull out to go and do that.” speaking like you would with a spooked animal, pulling the tip of her finger out to wailed complaints from Asuka, “That’s it, you’re doing wonderful Princess, just like that.” she says, leaving a kiss on her thigh as she stands, “Relax Princess, I will be right back.” Mari keeps talking, meaningless praise raised on Asuka as she goes and grabs the ropes she’s left at Asuka’s months ago. “You look gorgeous Princess.” Mari says running the back of her hand against Asuka’s cheek, taking the time to wipe the tears away as well. A gentle kiss to the cheek, “You are doing wonderful Princess, give me your hands, wrists together.” she commands.
Instantly Asuka’s arms move, and Mari smiles, another gentle kiss planted on Asuka’s lips this time, “Thank you Princess, you are being such a good girl, I’ll make sure your reward is soon, you deserve it.” she husks, breath ghosting against Asuka’s ear. Mari doesn’t comment on the shiver that runs through the other woman, but smiles to herself.
She begins wrapping the rope around Asuka’s wrists, gently pulling them together, “Let me know if this feels too tight Princess.” she starts, wrapping the rope over itself gently moving Asuka as she does to get the knot properly tied. “Is that good Princess?” she asks
A nod, “Comfy.” she whispers, pleading with her eyes refusing to beg for more despite that being all she wants to do. All she wants is Mari back between her legs, her tongue inside her, her fingers bringing her the orgasm she seeks the annoying barista for.
The smile she recieves is definitely not why Asuka clenches down on nothing, and it’s only because she’s left her needy and wanting for too long Asuka reminds herself. The rope wrapping around her arms, pulling them together is relaxing, one fewer thing to think about, one more thing to feel, one more sensation to distract her from how empty she is, how needy she is, how wet she feels. The cool air against her making it more apparent, especially without the girl between her legs.
Another pull, and her elbows are forced closer, “Is that okay too Princess?” the concern touching, if she didn’t hate her. A nod, the best she could do, knees shifting best they can with the bar forcing them apart. An attempt to get friction denied once more by the cruel woman. Her arms are then moved gently above her head, and without looking or moving she knows that the brunette has tied them to the headboard.
A slap to her knee has her whimpering, “Enough of that Princess, your so close to getting your reward, don’t misbehave now.” the implied threat enough to get Asuka to freeze, fear in her eyes. The worst thing that could happen now would be for Mari to stop, or leave her.
“Good girl, keep it up.” she says settling between her legs once more, a single finger sliding easily inside her, Mari pushing in half the finger before she slows, stopping before she bottoms out. Asukas cry of pleasure strangles into frustration, another cry, a choked sob pulled from the broken girl.
“Princess, look at me.” no room for argument despite the tenderness of the tone. Asuka’s locks eyes with Mari, whimpers barely heard in the stillness of the room, “That’s it Princess.” and she reinforces the praise with more penetration, “Don’t look away.”
She leans in, eyes still locked with Asuka and swips through her labia again, flicking her clit with her tongue as she pulls back.
She repeats this, a slow pace set by both point of stimulation. Wails of pleasure from Asuka at the clitoral stimulation, a tongue pressed flat against it or the tip flicking against it gently. Asuka is writhing best she can, anchored on both sides, hands above her head, eyes locked with the brunette eating her out, legs forced around her. “Mari, please, please please~!” the wails screamed, the stimulation so good.
She feels herself getting closer and closer, feels the orgasm pending is clenching on the single digit inside her like her life depends on it when Mari stops. Finger still deep inside her, tongue pulled away as she leans back.
The choked sobs and tears from Asuka her desperation manifested. “Mari~ Please!” she begs, trying to shift her hips, needing the friction, needing the release, so close, so needy.
“It’s hard to deny you when you sound like that Princess. I need you to make two choices then, can you do that for me?” a nod, desperate, Asuka would do anything in this state for the orgasm she was just denied.
“Good, do you want 2 or 3 fingers?” she asks “4.” is the reply with no hesitation. Mari chuckles, “Okay, okay you can be greedy, second question Princess, how many orgasms do you want? 3 or 4?” This one has more time to think. She knows that it will be intense, she knows that the orgasms will be everything she needs, the only reason she asks for her, but she’s also so needy, “4.” Asuka finally answers.
“Of course, you’ve been so good, relax, you’ll get your orgasms soon.”
Asuka almost wouldn’t believe it with Mari pulling her finger out, but when she feels three probing at her entrence a moment later she sighs in relief. It’s not the four she wants, but the first gentle thrust has her finally feeling full. Has her finally getting the stimulation she needed. She throws her head back in ecstasy, the pleasure relieving now too. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” she pants, chest heaving, breath broken. “Of course Princess, you’ve been so good tonight.” the fourth finger being added slowly.
Mari feels the first orgasm rip through Asuka at that, the clenching on her fingers almost painful, if it wasn’t so beautiful. Asuka’s eyes are unfocused, but she’s trying so hard to keep them locked on Mari like she was told to.
Once Asuka’s first orgasm is finished, Mari presses her thumb against Asuka’s clit, and starts thrusting into her and against her clit firmly, the scream pulled from Asuka coinciding with her second orgasm of the night.
Mari doesn’t stop thrusting this time, rubbing her thumb in circles to keep Asuka on cloud nine. This time the scream forces Asuka’s head back, breaking the eye contact she had been so desperate to maintain; had been commanded to maintain.
Mari eventually stills, letting Asuka’s shaking legs settle, looks her in the eyes, waits for them to lock with hers again, and she takes stock of Asuka. Her face is a mess, tears streaming down her face from the force of the orgasms after the denial. Her legs are still shaking gently beside Mari, which makes her gently kiss them, shallow gentle thrusts accompanying them. “Mm, Princess I always forget how sweet you taste.” Mari compliments, pleased to see the blush deepen on Asukas face.
Asuka opens her mouth, but Mari doesn’t give her the chance to talk, thrusting into her sharply, changing whatever words Asuka was going to say into a scream of pleasure. “That’s my Princess.” She says before starting to eat her out again, focusing exclusively on her clit, battering it with her tongue before sucking it into the vacuum of her mouth. The third orgasm rips through Asuka and Mari grins, not stopping.
Asuka yells, back arching off the bed, arms straining, not that she felt it, legs still shaking before she collapses back down. “Out, enough, too much now.” Asuka whines, and Mari pulls out slowly, making sure to not completely ruin the overstimulated womans senses as she does. “Of course Princess, you did so great, you were wonderful, perfect.” Mari says standing and stepping out from between Asuka’s legs. “Okay Princess, relax your legs, I am going to take out the spreader bar, and help you back onto the bed.” she comments as she does just that. Unclipping the bar from Asuka’s left leg, then helping her into the bed before she removes the cuffs and tosses them to the side.
“You’re being so good Princess.” Mari reiterates, praising Asuka as she starts to untie the ropes. She helps slowly move Asuka’s arms back to her side, “There you go Princess, are you feeling comfortable?”
A nod, from Asuka as she curls up a little, cringing a little at how sticky her inner thighs are. “I know, I will be back with a cloth.” Mari answers, Asuka realizing she must have actually grimaced. “You can leave now.” She mutters, but Mari must not hear her as she leaves.
Asuka sighs, this was always the part she hated, when Mari insisted on taking care of her, when the obnoxious barista she insisted she hated would stay after she was done pretending it was just about the sex.
The door opens, and Mari comes back with a cloth, “I warmed it up, but it will still feel like a lot Princess.” she warns starting to wipe her thighs clean, starting furthest from her most sensitive parts. Gentle and caring Mari keeps cleaning Asuka, helping her move her legs whenever Mari needs better access to some of her. “There, is that better?” “Mhm.” the barest of an answer required to get Mari to leave. To be able to continue on pretending it’s just sex.
Mari leaves, saying something about taking care of the cloth or something. Asuka was glad that she didn’t have to listen to her chipper and gentle voice anymore.
When the bed dips she opens her eyes, when did she close them? An arm wraps around her, “Go home.” Asuka mumbles, “I will later. But I need to hold you for a little bit, and can you really tell me you don’t want to be held?” it’s an old argument, one where Asuka wanted to see as little of the coffee shops owner as possible, but also really enjoying her company, the sex.
Asuka is silent for her answer, not willing to admit it was nice to be held tenderly by the other woman, but also unwilling to lie and say she doesn’t enjoy it.
The gentle kiss to her shoulder has her sighing softly, and leaning back into the touch. “I know Princess. I’ll go in 30 minutes.”
“An hour.” she pouts, which gets a soft chuckle, “Okay, an hour.”