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You really should have known better than to test Fennec's patience.
Your legs are spread obscenely far apart, braced there by a pair of strong thighs holding them in place. A firm chest and torso presses against your back, hardened and toned from years of working as an assassin. An equally muscular arm has snaked its way around your waist, holding you in place. And with her free hand, Fennec is working two fingers in and out of you as she rubs your clit, trying to work your third orgasm of the night out of you.
"Is this satisfying enough for you, sweetheart?"
Despite the pet name, her tone makes you want to shrink away from her. And your overstimulated body seems to have the same idea, as your hands unconsciously claw at her wrist. You uselessly tug at her arm but it doesn't move, doesn't stop her relentless assault on your cunt. She had wanted to tie your hands, and even though she hadn't followed through with that particular threat, you were still as helpless as you would have been if she had gone through with it. She's stronger than you and maker, she is going to make sure you know that by the time she's done with you.
"Fenn…" Your voice is pitiful, barely more than a whine as you squirm, your hips bucking as you try to put some distance between your poor abused pussy and her merciless fingers. She stills in you and you let out a cry of relief, sagging against her body as you gasp. The fabric of her uniform feels rough against your bare skin, but she had been clear that she wasn’t going to be the one stripping off her clothes tonight.
“What, princess?” she sneers, her voice harsh in your ear. “Is it too much for my spoiled girl?”
“I can’t - ah -” You are cut off by Fennec’s free hand - the hand that was just buried in your pussy, using you - grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to turn your head to face her. When you do, her eyes are full of fire.
“Oh, you ‘can’t’?” She’s mocking you. You know she is. And you hate how your pussy clenches at the sound of her tone. “You seemed like you could when you wanted to get off without me earlier.”
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, your words slightly muffled by the vice grip she has on your jaw. Fennec laughs mirthlessly.
“No, you’re not.” She practically spits out the words and you bite back a whine. “You’re greedy. You couldn’t even wait for me to get done with work before you’re sneaking away to fuck yourself.”
That isn’t exactly how you remembered it. You had been bluffing when you had threatened to get yourself off she was too busy to do it herself. You had just wanted to rile her up a bit, that was all. But you hadn’t expected her to respond like this.
“I wasn’t going to,” you insist, trying to look at her in a way that conveyed that you were actually, genuinely sorry.
“I don’t believe you,” Fennec replies, roughly letting go of your chin and moving her hand back down between your legs. “But if your pussy is that greedy, then I’ll give it what it needs and more.”
“Wait!” you protest, and she freezes against you. The arm around your waist loosens and you can feel Fennec relax against you.
“Do you want to stop?” she asks, her voice soft and earnest and more closely resembling the way she speaks to you when the two of you are alone and she isn’t trying to make you pay for being disobedient. She was giving you a chance to use your safeword.
And if you used it, all of this would stop. She would trade her harsh words for honeyed ones, would exchange her borderline painful grip for kind caresses. She would draw you a nice hot bath and rub out the aches in your muscles. She would do everything in her power to make sure you were comfortable and you knew that you were loved. Logically, that is what you should have wanted.
Just not tonight.
“No,” you answer after some deliberation. No, you needed this. That was why you had been trying to rile her up in the first place. “Keep going.”
“You remember your safeword?” Fennec asks, still using that soft tone.
“Hyperdrive,” you confirm.
“That’s my girl.” You can feel her press a soft kiss to the back of your neck, a gesture so painfully tender in comparison to how she’s been treating you so far. But as soon as that tenderness comes, it is gone, replaced by the feeling of her arm tightening around your waist and a hand reaching down to cup your mound. You jolt against her hand, still sensitive, but she pays no mind and slips two fingers back inside of you.
“There, sweetheart. Doesn’t that feel good?” You gasp as she starts to work them in and out of you, curling up against that spot that makes you shudder.
“Uh huh,” you mumble. You grab at her arm, unsure if you want to push it away or keep it right where it is.
“Poor thing,” Fennec coos. “Can’t even put together a sentence. Your pussy is doing all the thinking for you, isn’t it?” You whine at her filthy comment. As if that wasn’t already embarrassing enough, you can feel yourself clench around her fingers. And you know that she felt it, because she chuckles darkly in your ear.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” When you don’t reply, she stops her ministrations and you foolishly think you’re going to get a moment of relief. You realize how wrong you are when she slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. The sting makes you cry out, mostly out of surprise than anything else, and your entire body jerks forward. If it wasn’t for Fennec’s steel grip around your torso, you would have fallen off of the bed.
“I want an answer,” she growls, going right back to fucking you open with her fingers. “Do you like it when I make you fuckdumb?”
“Yes,” you gasp, hips bucking uselessly against her hand.
“Yes, what?” You whine in protest, knowing what she wants from you.
“I… I l-like it when… fuck - you m-make me… fuckdumb -” you manage to stutter out, only to be cut off by a sob as she starts circling your clit with her thumb.
“Oh, I know you do,” she murmurs. “And I know you can take a third, right?” Without waiting for your reply, she continues. “Of course you can. You’re practically begging for it.” And with that, she pushes another finger into your cunt, to join the other two. There’s no stretch at this point - she made sure you were too wet to have any discomfort - but something else does accompany the intrusion: the loud, wet noises that are now echoing throughout the room. If you had the energy to be embarrassed, you would be mortified right now, but all you can do is moan weakly at the way she’s fucking you.
“Listen to that,” she orders, and your face heats up at her command. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. And all for me.”
You don’t reply to her but thankfully, she doesn’t seem to expect you to say anything. You’re biting your lip so hard that you’re afraid you may break skin as you dig your fingers into Fennec’s arm. Despite all odds, you can feel a coil of heat rising in your stomach as your orgasm builds. It’s all you can do to not fall forward as the woman behind you continues pumping her fingers into you, not slowing her pace or showing you mercy even once. It’s a miracle that her wrist isn’t sore yet, but even if it is, she seems to be pushing through it for your sake. Her desire to watch you fall apart again and again and again is the most important thing to her right now. Fennec had called you greedy earlier, but maybe she was equally so.
“I can feel you, honey,” she remarks, her breath hot in your ear as she speaks. “Are you gonna come for me?” You nod in reply, mumbling out a word that sounds like yes. Seemingly, that is the best you can do right now.
She had been right - you were fuckdumb.
“Then do it. Come for me.”
It’s an order, and you know better than to disobey one of her orders. Your release slams into you like a speeding ship, with a force that makes you clutch at her like she is your lifeline. You’re distantly aware of the fact that you’re on the verge of crying - sobbing from relief - and you know that you’re babbling something along the lines of thank you, oh maker, Fennec please .
And, like any good lover, she coaxes you through your climax, circling your clit with deft fingers as she prolongs your release. You moan weakly and grind against her hand as your pleasure races through your body, all-consuming and white hot.
Once it passes over you, you sag against her body, panting and blinking away tears. You expect Fennec to move her hand away from between your legs and press a kiss to your cheek, and you’re confused as to why she isn’t doing any of that. It takes you, in your fucked out state, a few seconds to realize why.
She isn’t stopping.
Though she’s stilled her fingers in you, her thumb is still rubbing tight, careful circles over your clit. And it’s too much, too overwhelming, and it’s all you can do to not wail at what she’s doing. Your legs shake, trying desperately to close and force her hand away from your core, but her thighs don’t budge, keeping you spread open for her.
“Fenn, no,” you gasp, no longer unsure if you want to keep her close or push her away. Your entire body is writhing as your hips try to get away from her touch. “I can’t.”
“You know the word,” Fennec says, and even though her touch is cruel, her tone is not. “Say it and this all stops.”
The last bit of self control you have left shatters in that moment, and you can feel a tear run down your cheek as you breathe in a shaky sob. Your entire body shakes as you try in vain to get away from the stimulation, and your pussy feels like it will never recover from this. It’s just too much.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asks when you don’t give her an answer. “ Tell me.”
“No!” you finally wail, shaking against her. “Don’t stop.”
You sound pathetic. Your breaths are coming in short little gasps and you sounded so desperate when you begged her not to stop. You barely sound human anymore - you sound like a bitch in heat. But for some reason that you cannot begin to understand, you still want this. You want her.
“I know you can,” Fennec insists, an edge in her voice. “You’ve given me more than three before.” And she’s right and you know she’s right, otherwise you would have never agreed to keep going.
“Fenn… Fenn…” you moan, chanting her name like a desperate plea to some higher power.
“I know, baby. I know.” Her breath tickles the back of your neck as she speaks and you can feel the heat of her body against your own, even through the fabric she’s wearing. “Just one more. That’s all I want.”
When she puts it like that, she makes it sound so easy. You would laugh if you thought you had it in you.
“Relax,” she coaxes, and you whimper in reply. Easier said than done. Right now, all you can think about is how she’s pushing you to your limits.
“I can’t,” you sob, tilting your head back to rest against her shoulder.
“You can,” she counters. “You can, baby. I’m gonna make sure you do.” Her words fill you with a delicious, dark sensation, because you recognize that tone, and it nearly makes you shiver. She’s set her mind to it, and when Fennec sets her mind to something, she is relentless.
“Oh maker,” you gasp.
“No, honey,” Fennec replies. “It’s just me. Just me and this. Hungry. Little. Cunt.” She punctuates those last three words with a curl of her fingers against the spongy spot inside of you. You mewl pitifully at the feeling, grabbing onto her even tighter. The added stimulation makes something roar to life inside of you once more, and it hits you that you are going to come again. Fennec is going to make you come again.
“‘m gonna…” You trail off, falling silent as that warm feeling inside of you intensifies.
“I can feel it,” she responds, sounding so damn smug. “You couldn’t make yourself feel like this, could you?”
“No,” you gasp, knowing that she expects an answer for you.
“No, of course not,” Fennec continues, speaking in a way that is so casual you swear she could just be discussing the weather. “Your fingers just aren’t enough, are they? They could never fill you like this.” Once more, she curls her fingers, causing you to cry out in pleasure. “They could never fuck you like this.”
“Fennec…” you whine as that familiar sensation begins to rise inside of you for the fourth time of the night.
“Are you gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Gush all over my hand?”
“Please , Fennec,” you sob.
“Please what, sweetheart?” she questions impatiently, and you could cry at how she’s making you say it.
“I’m gonna… fuck!” The pads of her fingers carefully rub at that spot inside of you and you practically howl. It’s too much. But it’s so good.
“Say it.”
“I’m… oh maker… ”
“Fucking say it,” she commands, and the next thing you know, she’s removed her arm from around your waist and is holding your jaw in a steel grip. “Say it, you little whore.” The degrading title makes you openly moan, and even though you can’t see her, you can feel her smirking at your response.
“I'm gonna c-come," you gasp, stuttering when she squeezes your chin just a little tighter.
"There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she teases, and you are too far gone to say anything in reply. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut as her talented fingers send you hurtling towards your fourth climax of the evening.
“Let me feel you, honey.”
When it hits, it's like Tatooine stops spinning and everything falls away in that moment except for the pleasure racing through your veins, igniting them like a live wire. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you tighten around her, and you notice how her grip on your chin loosens, replaced by the feeling of Fennec affectionately cupping your cheek. And just like last time, she coaxes you through your climax, only this time, when you’ve collapsed back against her chest, she stops.
You rest against her as she finally withdraws her hand from between your legs and shifts so that her thighs are no longer holding your own open. This action allows you to relax even more into her as you pant, finally getting to rest.
“Are you feeling okay?” Fennec asks, leaning over you so that she can look at your face. And stars, she’s beautiful. You’ll have to repay her for this someday - she deserves it.
“Yeah,” you murmur quietly, as though you are remembering how to use your voice again.
“I wasn’t too rough?” she questions, tilting her head. She’s probably already checking you for marks.
“No,” you assure her, with a blissed out smile on your face. “You were perfect.”
“I had the easy job, sweetheart,” she replies, but you don’t miss the way her lips twitch upwards at your comment. “Can I get you cleaned up?” You nod slowly, but when she shifts underneath you, you reach out and grab onto her arm. Fennec immediately stills, looking at you earnestly.
“Can you just… stay here for a bit?” you ask, somewhat sheepishly. The comedic value of the situation is not lost on you. You just let this woman force four orgasms out of you and be rough with you and call you things that would make your blood boil if it was coming from anyone but her, but when it comes to asking if she can just lay there with you for a little bit, you become shy. Fennec doesn’t miss this - because of course she doesn’t - and she nods.
“I can.” At that, she leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, and the action makes your heart soar.
“Thank you,” you say, and you can feel her lips form into a smile against your skin.
“Anything for you, my love.”