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You shifted in your seat, listening to Jen go on and on about something that on any other day, you would care about. But tonight? No, not with the plug in your ass, having been edged right before the two of you showed up. All you could think about was that and the dull ache never leaving between your legs. You looked around, trying to see where Agatha was at, hoping that she seemed bored enough to give in to your begging.
“Are you listening?” Jen asked, bringing your attention back to her.
You nodded, feeling your face heat up. “Yeah—yeah, I was just seeing what Agatha was up to. That’s all.”
Which wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. Jen didn’t need to know what was inside of you—you would never live it down. Not from Jen and certainly not from Agatha.
Jen nodded slowly, looking between you and Agatha, who was across the room. You turned to look again, hiding the smile creeping up on your face. She seemed annoyed, wanting nothing more than to leave. That’s when you realized you had to do something before anyone stopped to talk to her. You were quick to cut your conversation short with Jen as you quickly got up.
When you stood in front of Agatha, you opened your mouth to say something, but she beat you to it.
“The answer is no; now go back to your conviction with Jen. I’ll pretend you didn’t just come up to me to ask to go home so I can take that pretty plug out and fuck you.” Agatha dismissed you with a wave of her hand, leaving you too stunned to even respond to that.
Agatha turned to look at Alice, listening in on what she was talking to Billy about. You watched as she took a few sips of her drink, ignoring your presence. You tried your best not to roll your eyes, knowing that that would get you in even more trouble than you already were in.
You huffed, walking away. You made your way into the kitchen, wanting to get away from everyone just for a few minutes. You whimpered, bending down to rest both your arm and head on the kitchen island. You jumped up when you heard footsteps approaching, and when you saw that it was only Agatha, you let out a sigh of relief.
When she moved past you, you pulled her closer to you. You needed her, and you were a few minutes away from begging her to fuck you in Jen’s kitchen.
“Please, Mommy, I learned my lesson. Promise—promise, just… you need to fuck me.” You pleaded, hoping that Agatha would give in.
Agatha raised an eyebrow, studying your face before she spoke up. “I need to fuck you? I don’t think that’s how this works, pet.” She responded, smirking at the way you were looking at her.
“But Agatha—“ you began, but she cut you off by grabbing your chin.
“Who? I don’t remember giving you permission to call me that when the two of us are alone.” Agatha snapped, “Do you want to try again, baby?”
When she let go of you, you nodded. “Mommy, please. I need you.”
Agatha hummed, “What do you need exactly? I know my pet gets a little stupid when she’s got something in her ass, but I know you can respond in full sentences for Mommy.”
You took a deep breath as Agatha pushed you up against the kitchen island. You were trying to form a sentence, wanting to please her just enough that she would give you what you want.
“Please, Mommy? I need you to take me home and fuck my ass, please? The plug isn’t enough.” You pleaded.
Agatha opened her mouth to respond, only stopping when she heard both Jen and Rio’s voices approaching. For a moment, you watched as her focus was on the doorway, and you thought she wasn’t going to respond to you. To your surprise, instead of responding verbally, she grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the kitchen and to the front door.
“Leaving so soon?” Jen asked, a smirk plastered on her face.
You felt your face heat up when Agatha stopped to look at both Jen and Rio.
“Yeah, she’s not feeling very good, so we’re leaving.” Agatha stated, keeping it short so it gave Rio no room to really question things.
Rio hummed, a knowing smirk on her face as she turned her attention to you. “Is that so? Well, I hope you feel better.”
Agatha didn’t respond, pulling you outside and to her car. The ride back to your shared apartment was quiet but comfortable while her hand rested on your thigh the whole time.
As soon as she pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, she turned to look at you. Agatha handed you the keys before speaking up.
“Go upstairs, and I want you to strip and get on all fours at the edge of the bed.” Agatha instructed. “And do not take out the plug; I’ll do that. Understood?”
You nodded, “Yes, Mommy, I understand.”
Once you were in the house, you took your shoes off and made your way to your shared bedroom. The last thing you wanted was for Agatha to go upstairs to find you still dressed. You knew that that would only land you in even more trouble. You stripped and folded your clothes neatly before climbing onto the bed. You stayed still, turning your head so you could watch the door.
Six minutes went by as you waited for her to come up, but you were starting to grow impatient. On one hand, you wanted to go and drag her upstairs, but on the other, you knew that Agatha would not be happy. Finally, after ten minutes, Agatha made her way through the bedroom door.
“Oh, what a good girl!” Agatha smirked, making her way towards you. She continued when she was right behind you. “God, this pretty plug looks so good, with the purple jewel on it. Purple definitely looks good on you, don't you agree?”
You nod, “Yes, Mommy.”
You took a deep breath as Agatha began to pull the plug out. When it was fully out, she tossed it onto the bed next to you. You let out a little gasp as Agatha gripped both of your ass cheeks, spreading you apart so she had a better view of your asshole.
Agatha leaned down, spitting onto your tight hole. You whimpered, flinching slightly at the feeling. She hummed, moving her hands off you before walking away to her bedside table. You watched her open it, grabbing a bottle of lube and the strapon she usually wore when she fucked your ass. It was a lot shorter than her normal one, but it was thicker.
“Remember you’re being punished,” Agatha continued, pulling her shirt off. When you turned your head to look at her, she brought her hand down hard against your ass. “Did I say you could watch me? No? Then stop looking at me before I just edge you over and over and call it a night.”
You looked away, knowing that Agatha was serious. You steadied your breathing as you heard her shuffle around behind you. Finally, after some time, Agatha got right behind you.
“You ready for me to fuck you?” Agatha asked, opening the bottle of lube and squirting some onto your asshole. When you didn’t respond, she pushed. “Hm?”
You nodded, “Yes, Mommy, I’m ready.”
Agatha hummed, rubbing both of her hands down your back as far as they could reach. When she brought them back to your ass, she brought both hands down hard against your ass. You fell forward at how hard she hit you, causing you to cry out.
“Ready for what? Come on, baby, I know you can use full sentences.” Agatha sighed, spreading you again so she could lean down and spit against your asshole once more
You took a deep breath. “I’m ready for you to fuck my ass, Mommy.”
“Good girl.” Agatha praised you before taking her hands off you to grab the bottle of lube she had sat down.
As much as you wanted to look at her, you knew Agatha didn’t want you to. You stayed still, hearing her squirt some of the lube onto her hand.
“Please, can I watch you, Mommy? Please?” You begged, knowing she was lubing up the toy.
Agatha was silent, and for a moment, you thought she didn’t hear you. Just as you opened your mouth to repeat yourself, Agatha beat you to it.
“No, you cannot,” Agatha stated. “This is a punishment, so no. You cannot.”
You whined, but before you could say something—anything—to get her to let you, she pushed the tip of her lubed-up finger into you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried your best to relax, knowing it was only going to help you out. Agatha stayed quiet, focusing on fucking her finger in and out of you. Agatha added a second finger, pushing it in slowly. You let out a low groan at the stretch—it had been a while since she had fucked your ass, so you weren’t as used to the feeling as you once were.
”Such a good girl for me,” Agatha hummed as she slid the rest of her second finger into you.
“Please, Mommy, I’m ready, I promise!” You pleaded, needing her to fuck you as soon as possible.
“Needy girl,” Agatha smirked, slowly pulling her fingers out of you. “That’s okay, I prefer when you’re like this. Letting me do whatever I want to you.”
You nodded, “Yes, Mommy.”
Agatha said nothing, grabbing the bottle of lube again as she added some more to her strap. You tried your best to focus on anything else, not wanting to be too impatient, not when Agatha was so close to fucking you finally.
She wasted no time, lining the tip of the strapon to your hole. Agatha pushed in gently, stopping just as the tip was fully inside of you.
Agatha stayed still, giving you time to adjust to the size. When you pushed yourself back against her, Agatha held you in place. Taking the hint, she slid more of the toy into you, holding her breath as she watched you, wanting to make sure you weren’t in any pain.
“Color?” Agatha asked, not moving again until you answered her.
”Green, Mommy,” You whimpered. “Just please don’t stop.”
To your surprise, Agatha listened, pushing the rest of the toy inside of you to the hilt. You whimpered, adjusting to the full length for the first time in a long time. Agatha stayed still, rubbing your back gently with both of her hands.
“Take all the time you need; I want you as comfortable as you can get.” Agatha informed you.
You nodded, allowing yourself time to adjust, despite you wanting nothing more than for her to just fuck you. After a few minutes, you were ready for her to continue.
“I’m ready, Mommy, please—please continue.” You whimpered.
“Beg,” Agatha snapped. “Beg me to fuck you properly, and Mommy will do it.”
You took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn’t going to budge unless you did as you were told. You stayed quiet for a few moments, trying your best to gather the words you wanted to say.
”Please, Mommy, I’ll do anything, just pleasepleaseplease, fuck me, please.” You begged.
“You’ll do anything, huh?” Agatha questioned, slowly moving her hips.
Agatha pulled all the way so that the tip was still inside of you as she waited for you to respond.
“Yes, Mommy, I’ll do anything. Just—just need you to fuck me, I need it… Need you so bad, m’sorry for being a brat earlier. Please.” You cried out, desperation taking over.
“You’d let me share you with Rio? Let her play with you while I just sit back and watch? Would you do that for Mommy?” Agatha asked.
You weren’t sure if she was trying to trick you into an even bigger punishment than you were already being given. Agatha must have sensed what you were thinking, quickly speaking up once more.
“And no, my dear, this isn’t a trick this time.” Agatha assured you.
You nodded, “Yes, Mommy, I—I would.”
Agatha hummed in response, pushing all the way back inside you. She did this not once, but twice more before she started at a slow and steady pace. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the sounds that were threatening to come out. As soon as Agatha noticed, she leaned over and slapped you in the face hard, causing you to whimper.
“Don’t try to suppress the sounds you’re making because of me, or I’ll pull out, and I won’t touch you for two weeks, but I’ll make you sit and watch every. single. night. while I get myself off.” Agatha threatened.
“I’m—please no,” you pleaded, knowing that she was serious. “Please don’t do that.”
“Then don’t try to stay quiet, and Mommy won’t have to.” Agatha snapped, picking up her pace. “Fuck, you take my cock so good, even when I haven’t fucked you here in so long.”
You nodded, looking back to watch the way Agatha was fucking as best as you could. Her eyes were locked on the strapon, watching it go in and out of your ass as she picked up her pace. You pushed back against her, meeting her thrusts just in time. It felt good, but it wasn’t exactly enough for you to come. Looking forward, you stopped pushing back to slide one hand between your legs, only for Agatha to stop what she was doing.
You whined, looking up at Agatha once more to see that she was glaring at you. You gave her a confused look, not realizing why she stopped.
”Did I say you could touch yourself?” Agatha asked, her voice sharp, and you knew better than to keep going.
You shook your head, “No, Mommy. I’m sorry, please, just… I need it.”
Agatha brought her hand down hard against your ass. “No, you’re not touching yourself, and if you can’t come from me fucking your ass, then you’re not coming at all tonight.”
“But—” you began, but Agatha cut you off with a rough thrust.
“No complaining.” Agatha snapped. “Now shut the fuck up and take it.”
You did just that; the only thing coming out of you were whimpers she was causing. You knew now that she wasn’t playing around and she would stick with her word.
“Such a good girl,” Agatha praised, slowing down her thrusts before she pulled out.
You whined, opening your mouth to say something, but Agatha moved you further on the bed.
“On your side,” Agatha snapped as she climbed onto the bed herself.
When you laid down onto your side, waiting for her to continue to fuck you. Agatha quickly moved onto her own side right behind you, not wanting to waste any time. Agatha moved down a little, gripping the base of the strapon, she lined it up with your entrance. You gasped as she pushed in, sliding all the way into you to the hilt.
Agatha placed a hand on your side, holding you still. She started at a slow pace, allowing you to adjust to the new position. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get used to the new position. She brought the hand that was on your side up to your tits, gently kneading the one she could reach as she picked up her pace.
“You like when Mommy fucks you like this?” Agatha asked as she pinched your nipple roughly.
You nodded, “Yes, Mommy, please—please let me—“
Agatha moved her hand, trailing it down so it was on your tummy—surprising you when. You whimpered, bucking your hips before she held you in place.
“Let you what, baby? Let you what?” Agatha questioned as she sped up.
“Touch, please, Mommy? “I—” you began, but Agatha cut you off when she stopped mid-thrust.
“What did I say earlier? Remind me again.” Agatha demanded.
“If I can’t—can’t come from you just fucking my ass, then I’m not coming at all tonight.” You gasped as she continued fucking you.
“Good girl!” Agatha gasped. “I’m going to stop fucking you for the night after I come.”
Your eyes widened at her confession, knowing that she was serious. The last thing you wanted was for her to not make you come, but it wasn’t enough tonight. You tried your best to fuck yourself back against her thrusts, and to your surprise, she was allowing you. You focused on that, whimpering at her praises as you took over.
When you stopped your movements, you turned your head and asked, “Can—can I ride you, Mommy?”
Agatha stayed quiet for a few seconds, as if she hadn’t thought the idea was great the moment it came out of your mouth. As soon as she pulled out and moved onto her back, you moved so you were straddling her.
Agatha held the base of the strap as you sank down onto it. You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as you took the rest of her cock. When you opened your eyes, you bit your lip as Agatha was staring at your pussy.
“Poor baby,” Agatha pouted with faux sympathy. “This cunt is so neglected; how mean of me.”
You nodded slowly, grinding as Agatha’s hands rested on your thighs. You leaned back, giving Agatha a better view of your pussy. She bit her lip, eyes trailing from between your legs and up to your face.
“Please, Mommy,” you begged, knowing that she could easily stop for the night. Grinding even harder as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “I need it so bad, please?”
Agatha sighed, bringing one hand to your pussy. She used the pad of her thumb to rub your clit softly. You knew you were desperate, but you hadn’t realized how much until your thighs started to shake.
“Aw, you’re such a fucking slut. Mommy’s just now touching your clit, and you’re already close to coming.” Agatha laughed. “Fucking pathetic.”
You cried out, pulling off the strapon slightly before pushing back down on it. You continued, fucking yourself at a slow pace on the toy as Agatha continued to rub your clit.
“Please, Mommy,” you cried out.
Without a word, Agatha stopped rubbing your clit to push two fingers into you. You were getting closer to the edge, knowing you were going to have to ask for permission.
Agatha fucked you with her fingers harder, curling them as she used her palm to rub your clit.
“I’m close; please let me come, Mommy, m’need it.” You moaned, stopping your movements to grind once more.
“Mommy’s close; can you wait a little longer?” Agatha asked.
When you nodded, you began to grind harder and faster as you focused on getting Agatha over the edge.
“Go on, come for your Mommy.” Agatha moaned as she came, using the hand that’s been on your thigh to guide you. She continued to rub at your clit through her own orgasm, finally pushing you through your own.
She allowed you to ride out your orgasm, only pulling her hand away as you tried to pull off the toy. Agatha held you in place for a little longer.
“Oh, such a good girl,” Agatha praised. “Are you going to behave from now on?”
You tried but failed to hide the smirk on your face. “No.”
Agatha glared at you, reaching down between your legs to slap your pussy, causing you to whimper. “I guess next time I’ll just have to deny you for a week, or if I’m feeling really mean, I can always make you wait a full month for me to even touch you.”
Your eyes widened. “I’ll behave from now on, Mommy.”
“That’s a good girl.”