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Being pregnant is no fucking joke.
Yes, Agatha was growing the miracle of human life inside of her, but she was also a hellacious monster with a constant need to consume everything and everyone in her path and it was starting to freak people out.
She was barely showing—her bump hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t watching her extremely closely—yet she could already feel the strain on the waistbands of her favorite, well-worn jeans. Whether that was from the baby or her need to DoorDash the entire Taco Bell menu thrice a week was anybody’s guess.
Everyone at the office assumed she was just being extra bitchy for no reason, writing it off as just Agatha being Agatha, but Rio could see the need emanating from her girlfriend from a mile away. Ever since they went public with their relationship, Rio was a lot less careful about openly ogling her girlfriend while they were at work. Was it her most professional behavior? No. Did it drive her insane to know that her hot-ass pregnant girlfriend was walking around and she was the only one who knew? Yes, very much so. She could see Agatha returning back to her bratty ways, picking fights with Jen and other co-workers as a way to release some of the hormones that were coursing through her veins and give herself some normalcy.
Normally, Agatha would try her best to leave Jen alone at work. Ever since her and Rio officially got together, she was trying to be less of a menace at the office. However, today she caught Jen and Alice doing the gayest thing she’s ever seen during their monthly stand-up and she couldn’t hold her tongue.
“Are you seriously sharing bites off a single croissant right now? You might as well wear a strap to work. That would be less gay than watching you two feed each other like baby birds.”
Sure, maybe she was a little on edge because the demon spawn inside of her was making it impossible for her to keep her breakfast down and the thought of eating a croissant right now was making her mouth water, but Jen and Alice truly were sickening sometimes.
“Didn’t you finally find someone who was willing to tolerate your mean ass? Go take your bitchiness out on her,” Jen hissed as she turned back to her own girlfriend.
“Unfortunately for me, she has a stupid policy against fucking in the office. Says it’s ‘strictly verboten.’ Shame,” she tuts, tapping her lips in mock sympathy. “I guess that means you’re stuck with me.
“Oh goody,” Jen replies with an exaggerated eye-roll.
“If you’re going to eat during a meeting, don’t you know it’s rude to show up without enough food for everyone?” Agatha taunts, opening her laptop to the status notes document.
“Agatha, please hear me when I say this, I truly do not think about you unless I absolutely have to.”
“Ouch,” she bites back, faux hurt dripping from her voice. “Let’s get on with this shit so we can go back to ignoring each other, hm? And if you two feel so inclined to swap any more spit, please do so outside of company time.”
Jen’s hands twitched at her sides as Alice soothingly rubbed a hand on her back. “I’m gonna murder her,” she whispered through gritted teeth before clicking open the Slides deck on her laptop and sharing her screen with the room.
The minute Jen started walking the team through the product roadmap for the upcoming month’s sprint, Agatha immediately tuned out. She opened up her Slack chat with Rio and shot off a quick message.
agatha harkness: baby, the thought of eating what’s in the caf is making me so vommy. can you go out and get me lunch today? you know, from that place with the thing i like?
Rio Vidal: Mi amor, I’m going to need you to be a bit more specific.
agatha harkness: you know! the salad with the stuff in it! pregnancy brain is killing me rn and jen’s grating voice is making it impossible to focus on anything
Rio Vidal: Do you want a Greek salad from Konstantin’s down the road?
agatha harkness: YES! thank you baby, that’s it. god my brain is scrambled eggs right now. i’m starving
Rio Vidal: Okay, my love. I’ll go grab you a Greek salad when I’m done with my 11:30. Want to come up here and eat with me?
agatha harkness: … i’d rather just eat you…
Rio Vidal: Agatha, we’re on Slack. I’m deleting that message.
agatha harkness: you hate me. it’s fine.
Rio Vidal: I’m not doing this with you on here. Come up to my office at 12:15 for lunch.
agatha harkness: yes ma’am 🫡
She tried her best to tune back into what Jen was presenting, knowing it was her best shot to close some of her active negotiations, but she couldn’t make herself retain a single word her sworn enemy was saying. Everything Jen said sounded like the teacher from Peanuts, like she wasn’t speaking English at all, and that wasn’t Agatha’s fault. She’s hungry, and hormonal, and horny—the worst combination of things you can be at the same time while at work.
Time crawled on as she waited for the clock to show 12:15. She knew Rio needed time to wrap up her morning meetings and run to the restaurant, but she’s not sure why she needed forty five full minutes to do so. She tapped her pen mindlessly against the top of her desk, willing the desire to fidget to leave every one of her muscles before she went insane.
Agatha was not the type of person who was good at sitting still under normal circumstances, but the growing soul inside of her had her feeling like she could scale a building at any point in the day, the itch to move and squirm burning under her skin at all times. It was like she was begging the universe around her to notice that she was carrying something important—to realize that her body was capable of more than it seemed.
Unfortunately, the only person who seemed willing or able to help with her restlessness seemed to think it takes almost a whole hour to get takeout.
Next thing she knew, her computer was pinging with the sound of a new Slack message.
Rio Vidal: I’m back a bit early. Come on up whenever.
Thank fuck.
The minute their standup was over, Agatha slammed her laptop shut, blew Jen a kiss with her middle finger, and sauntered her way over to the elevator bank. She pressed the button for Rio’s floor, anxiously tapping her foot on the polished concrete to dispel the frenetic energy that had her on edge. She opened her chat with Rio one last time to let her know she was on her way.
agatha harkness: coming for you baby 🏃🏻♀️
She didn’t know why she was feeling so nervous—it was just Rio—but something in the back of her brain was telling her this wasn’t going to be just a normal lunch.
It wasn’t often she felt this way. Rio was, above all things, an extremely caring partner. She anticipated Agatha’s needs and always made sure she felt loved and taken care of, even when she was borderline torturing her—hell, especially then. But right now felt like the early days when Agatha didn’t know where they stood with one another and she did not like the feeling one bit.
By the time she reached Rio’s office door, she had worked herself up into such a state that she was ready for a confrontation the second she stepped into the small room. However, all of that went away when she walked in and saw Rio’s back to her, painstakingly setting up a seating arrangement for Agatha on the other side of her desk.
“Rio, what are you doing?” she asked cautiously as she took a step towards her girlfriend.
“Oh hi, baby!” she cheerfully replied. “I just finished setting up lunch. Come sit!”
“Okay…” Agatha replied, eyeing the set up warily.
“I got you your salad, but when I arrived at the restaurant they had some fresh pita they had just pulled out of the oven, so I got some of that as well. And then you can’t just eat dry pita, so I also got a small container of tzatziki to go with it. I hope you like it, amor.”
Agatha looked down at the spread in front of her on Rio’s desk and was taken aback by the clear love and care her girlfriend had put into preparing this for her. She had even gotten a small purple iris and put it in a single stem vase next to the takeout containers for a bit more ambiance. Agatha could cry. To be seen is to be loved.
“Baby, you didn’t have to do all of this,” Agatha cooed sweetly, taking her seat across from Rio and starting to dig into her food.
Rio just looked back with a small, content smirk on her face. “I know, but I wanted to. You haven’t been feeling great with the little one, so I wanted to do something nice for you to take your mind off it for a bit, even if it’s just lunch.”
“You’re the best, I love you,” Agatha replied through a mouthful of juicy tomatoes.
Rio chuckled, grabbing a napkin to wipe the dripping tomato juice from her girlfriend’s chin before giving her a quick forehead kiss. “I love you, too, mi vida.”
Rio sat back down behind her desk, sinking into the large leather chair in the cockiest display of dykespreading Agatha had seen from her in a minute, but she was too engrossed in her lunch to pay it any more mind.
Her girlfriend just sat and stared as she devoured the plate in front of her, content to watch as she shoved forkful after forkful of feta-covered goodness into her wanting mouth. The longer she sat, the darker her gaze turned, moving from fascination to something much more sinister. By the time Agatha picked her head up to take a breath, she noticed that Rio’s pupils were blown wide and she had the hungriest look on her face.
“Did you not get yourself something to eat, love?” she asked innocently, wiping the corner of her mouth before taking a big swig from her Stanley.
“Don’t worry about me, nena, I’m gonna eat just fine,” Rio answered with the huskiest purr in her voice.
Agatha sat up in her chair a little bit straighter, stopping to take Rio in.
“Oh really? And what exactly will you be eating?” she teased, her eyes roaming over Rio’s spread posture, zooming in on the bulge between her legs that definitely wasn’t there when they left the house this morning. Her eyes went wide in recognition, shocked to the core at what she hoped she was seeing.
“Something catch your eye, amor?” Rio laughed darkly, staring deep into Agatha’s icy blue pools.
“Rio, what the fuck is that?” her girlfriend choked out.
“What’s what?” Rio was the picture of innocence, still sitting comfortably behind her desk, refusing to break eye contact.
“You tell me. Is there something in your pocket or are you just really happy to see me?”
“I’m always happy to see you, baby, you know that.”
“Is this why getting a salad took you almost forty-five minutes?” Agatha huffed, sitting back in her own chair and crossing one leg over the other in a bratty show of defiance.
“I thought you’d like my gift,” Rio said with a faux pout, giving her girlfriend the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. “It was going to be a surprise for later, but then you just looked so delicious while you were scarfing down your lunch, I decided I couldn’t wait.”
“I love my gift. Thank you, baby,” Agatha husked. “But it’s really more of a hands-on present, don’t you think? As much as I love looking, I’d really love to play with it.”
Rio sucked in a harsh inhale willing her composure to remain intact. This was the last remaining boundary she had not allowed Agatha to blow to smithereens over the course of their ever-changing dynamic, so she needed to be strategic in how she played this one. She was absolutely going to fuck her girlfriend in her office—that was a given—but she needed Agatha to think she was working for it as hard as possible.
What Agatha didn’t know was that Rio had blocked off her schedule for the rest of the day the second she let her know she was on her way up to her office. She had a feeling that once she was done with her girlfriend, her ability to be productive would be rendered null and void, so she took the liberty of placing an administrative block on her calendar from 12:30-5pm. She was so kind like that.
“How many times have we gone over this, Agatha? You think you’re special enough that I’m going to break all my rules for you. Do you think you deserve to play with your present?” Rio taunted, leaning over her desk and getting into Agatha’s face.
Agatha pressed her lips together tightly as her breathing picked up and her pupils began to expand. She opened her mouth to retort and then quickly closed it, whatever bratty reply she had come up with dying on her tongue before seeing the light of day. Instead all she was capable of managing was a small nod.
“I asked you a question. Do you think you deserve to play with your present?” Rio barked, reaching across to take Agatha’s chin in her firm grip, unable to grab her by the throat as she would have normally due to the pregnancy.
“Please,” Agatha begged. That was all she was able to muster. Her mouth had gone dry and her head had gone fuzzy—Rio had seemingly wiped all intelligent thought from her mind.
“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, love,” Rio replied, dropping Agatha’s face suddenly and pulling away to sit back in her chair with a smug look of satisfaction on her face.
Agatha was stuck open-mouthed panting, eyes glued on Rio, waiting for whatever was coming next.
“You didn’t even ask if this was your whole present. That’s not like you, mi vida,” Rio tutted, clicking her tongue against her teeth as she got up from her chair and grabbed her tote from the closet in the back of the room.
One by one, she started pulling items from her bag and placing them on the desk in front of Agatha. Her girlfriend swallowed thickly before looking down to find a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs, a small bullet vibrator, and a large ball gag.
Agatha gasped before letting out a whispered, “holy fuck.”
“I thought you might be interested in the rest of your surprise,” Rio laughed meanly.
Agatha could feel herself begin to sweat and squirm. Rio knows how much she has fantasized about them fucking in the office and it seems like today is finally the day that fantasies will become reality.
“It’s pathetic, really. You’re so desperate, I can practically smell you from all the way up here on this floor.”
That causes Agatha to let out a deep moan. The fact that her girlfriend sees her and understands her needs so deeply will never cease to amaze, even if she’s expressing it in the most degrading way possible.
“We’re at work, Agatha. This is the place that pays both of our bills and you’re such a slut you can’t even keep it in your pants until we get home. Are you proud of that behavior?”
Agatha’s cheeks flare a deep red, embarrassed and helplessly turned on by Rio’s harsh words. But it’s true—she is a slut for her girlfriend and she does want her to fuck her in the office, desperately.
She shakes her head no, knowing that’s the answer Rio wants from her out of the little dialogue she’s scripted in her head, even if she is slightly proud of herself for getting her hardass domme girlfriend to budge on this last boundary.
“I think sluts like you deserve to be punished. What do you think?”
Agatha nodded her head vigorously, her eyes wide and clear, pleading Rio to get this show on the road.
“Word, honey. I need your words,” she reminded gently.
Agatha licked her lips and cleared her throat lightly. “Yes, I deserve to be punished. Thank you ma’am,” she squeaked out.
“Good girl, Agatha,” Rio praised grabbing the handcuffs and making her way across to the other side of the desk. She cleared the takeout containers from lunch, sweeping them into the trash she keeps by her feet, before hopping up on the edge of the desk to sit right in front of her girlfriend’s seat.
“Here’s how this is going to go. You’re going to go over to that couch over there and lay down on your back like the pretty princess you are. I’m going to cuff your wrists to the armrests over your head so you can’t squirm away. Then I’m going to take your jeans off and pull your shirt up over those perfect, sensitive tits so I can play with them as I please. You’re just going to lie there and take it, being so good for me. If you can behave and be quiet, we won’t need the gag, but if you start to get mouthy or risk getting us found out, I’m gonna need to muffle you, okay baby?”
“Yes ma’am,” Agatha nodded gravely trying to convey that she was taking Rio seriously.
“Once I’ve had my fill of playtime, Daddy’s gonna knock you up so good with my favorite cock.”
Agatha almost came on the spot.
She sputtered on a choked moan that escaped from low in her throat, unconscious and utterly unstoppable.
“Starting to make noise already?” Rio tsked, reaching over to pat Agatha’s cheek patronizingly. “Don’t make me gag you this early. I want to hear you call me Daddy at least once, but I’ll do what I have to, kitten.”
“Daddy, please,” Agatha whined, taking the new nickname out for a test drive. She liked the desperation she was able to put into it and the way it felt heavy and purposeful on her tongue. She also liked the way Rio’s eyes got impossibly wider, black completely swallowing brown like ink spilling out onto a page.
“Oh, I like that,” Rio purred. “Say it again.”
“Punish me, Daddy,” Agatha whimpered, putting everything she had into sounding as helpless and needy as possible.
“Get your ass onto the couch,” Rio commanded, jumping down from the desk and holding out a hand to help Agatha up from the desk. Her sharp tone didn’t undercut the care she was showing her pregnant girlfriend in making sure she could get up and down comfortably. The bark was just for show, but the love was so, so real.
Once Agatha had settled onto her back on the couch, she lazily threw her arms above her head in a show of compliance. They could really only play in this position for a little bit longer before it became dangerous and uncomfortable for her to be on her back for extended periods of time, so she wanted to make this scene feel as special as possible, knowing it will be the last of its kind for a good long while.
Rio approached her prone girlfriend, crouching down to give her a small, chaste kiss against her lips before brushing her frizzy hair back from her forehead.
“Comfortable, baby?” she checked in softly. “Little bean not pushing down on your lower back too much?”
“All good love, thank you for checking in,” Agatha confirmed with a bright smile. She squeezed Rio’s hand twice, their silent signal for ‘go’ when they didn’t want to verbalize something to ruin a moment.
“Okay love, I’m going to cuff your wrists now. Let me know if you get uncomfortable or if you need them to come down. You know the rules—yellow to pause and check in, red to stop completely, or three snaps if you’re gagged and can’t speak.”
“Yes Daddy,” Agatha confirmed, eyes already starting to get a bit hazy.
Rio worked quickly, but with an extra softness as she carefully restrained her girlfriend’s wrists above her head. Her arms were not pulled taught, so she still had plenty of range of motion, but she was going to be stuck on her back and unable to buck Rio off of her too much.
“All set. Mind giving those a tug for me, amor? I want to make sure you’re not losing any blood flow before I move on.”
Agatha gave the restraints a good hard thrash, finding that she was fairly immobilized even with the extra wiggle room around her elbows. “Green as your garden, baby.”
“Good,” Rio confirmed before leaning down for one last peck on her lips. She pulled back before Agatha could really get into the kiss, leaving her frustrated and wanting, even more than she was before. She expressed her displeasure with a bratty whine.
“I know, my girl. It’s so hard not getting what you want,” Rio taunted as she ran her hands up and down her girlfriend’s body. She pushed the silky blouse Agatha was wearing up and over her breasts, letting the fabric gather around her neck and exposing the thin, cotton bralette the other woman had chosen that morning.
She could see her nipples already hardening to the air of the room. The pregnancy made Agatha’s breasts even more sensitive than normal and Rio had been dying for an opportunity to have Agatha at her mercy and spend an exorbitant amount of time laving attention on them.
Rio dipped her head forward, taking one of the hard nipples in her mouth through the thin cotton, causing Agatha to erupt in a loud moan.
“Quiet,” Rio hissed, her mouth still full of tit.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she could hear Agatha whimpering above her.
She continued to suck and mouth at the still-clothed breasts while one of her hands moseyed its way down Agatha’s body to the waistband of her jeans. She skillfully popped the button and shoved her hand down the front of Agatha’s pants, feeling how impossibly wet she had gotten.
“My sweet girl, you needed this so badly, didn't you? You’re soaked for me.”
“Please, Daddy. I need you,” Agatha moaned as Rio’s skilled fingers explored her damp folds.
“I know, sugar, I know,” she cooed. While Agatha was distracted by the dual sensations, she quietly reached into her pocket and pulled out the bullet vibrator she had grabbed from the desk before making her way over. She clicked it onto the lowest setting and slid it into Agatha’s panties, the stretchy cotton working wonders to hold it in place snugly against her clit.
Agatha yelped high and bright at the sensation, bucking her hips up, unprepared for the direct stimulation against her clit.
“Fuck, Daddy, shit. I can’t—oh fuck,” she rasped, hips thrashing to get away from the unescapable vibrations while her wrists remained completely pinned overhead.
“Yes you can, mi vida. This is just the lowest setting. Enjoy the buzz while I play with these gorgeous tits.”
Rio pulled down the bralette, exposing both of Agatha’s breasts to the quiet office. The only audible sounds being the quiet rumble of the bullet and Agatha’s own breathy panting. She grabs both nipples, twisting them lightly to see what kind of reaction she could pull from her girlfriend and was not disappointed with what she discovered.
Agatha arched off the couch like a high jumper trying to clear the bar as pleasure shot through her via her swollen, sensitive nipples. The calloused pads of Rio’s strong fingertips provided the most delicious pressure where she had been aching, her own fingers in the shower not doing nearly enough to soothe the burning fire coursing low through her belly.
“More, Daddy, please,” she begged, wanting everything Rio was able to give her.
Rio let out a low growl, grasping both tits tightly in her hands and kneading them like a cat making biscuits. The rumble from Agatha’s chest let her know that she was right on the money as she pushed herself up more into her girlfriend’s capable grip.
After a few minutes of kneading and pulling, she brought her mouth back down to suck a nipple into her mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue around the bud, like how she would do to a clit, while she sucked causing all of the hair on Agatha’s arms to stand on end. She greedily took as much of her aching breast as she could into her mouth, pulling deeply, leaving the areola a deep purple color before dragging her teeth lightly across the oversensitive bud.
Agatha squealed at the sensation of teeth on her nipple, but the sting was delicious. She wanted more.
“Bite me, Daddy,” she begged. “Bite my tits, please.”
Rio wasted no time before sinking her teeth into the side of Agatha’s breast, sucking the flesh into her mouth and leaving a deep purple bruise circled with the distinct outline of her canines.
“Yes, fuck, that’s so good,” Agatha hissed, throwing her head back against the couch, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Having had her fill of one side, Rio switched breasts, immediately going to town marking the hell out of the other one. She sucked small bruises and left love bites all over and around Agatha’s other breast before taking that nipple into her mouth and rapidly flicking her tongue across it.
Between the fluttering sensation against her nipple and the rumbling of the vibrations against her clit, Agatha felt like she was seconds away from passing out from pleasure. She had been transformed into a non-verbal, breathy mess and there was nothing she could do about it other than squirm and try to suck as much oxygen into her needy lungs as possible.
“Daddy, I’m close,” she cried, squeezing her legs together to try and get the bullet to line up just right.
“Yeah? You’re gonna come from me playing with your swollen pregnancy tits?”
For a second, Agatha had completely forgotten that she was pregnant. She was so lost to the sensation of being teased within an inch of her life that the growing life inside her had slipped her mind completely. Rio bringing it back up filled her with such a burning need that it was all she needed to be shoved aggressively off the edge head first into a vicious orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck I’m coming,” she squealed as she squeezed her thighs even tighter, every muscle in her body locking up at the onslaught of pleasure flooding all of her body’s nerve endings. She felt like she was simultaneously on fire and also underwater, lost in the swirl of whatever dark magic Rio had wrapped her in.
Rio sought to prolong her pleasure, cupping her jeans with firm pressure, pushing the bullet even more firmly against her hot and overstimulated clit. Agatha shrieked at the pressure, wiggling to get away from her girlfriend’s needy hands, but there was nowhere for her to go.
Eventually her climax subsided and she was able to rejoin the living on planet Earth. Her eyes were not totally focused and there was still a faint tremble in her quads, but she could mostly breathe with a regular cadence and she didn’t feel like her skin was made of flames, so she’d call that a win.
“Holy shit, Rio,” she panted, “you’re insane.”
Her girlfriend crawled up her prone body, pressing herself on top and grinding lightly. “Yes, but you love me,” she said with a teasing smirk.
“I really, really do,” Agatha confessed with the dopiest grin on her face.
They kissed languidly for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of each other before Rio pulled back and pressed her forehead to Agatha’s.
“You ready for part two, nena?” she whispered lovingly.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” Agatha taunted directly into Rio’s ear, making her shiver.
“I’m gonna take your arms down and have you get off your back. Don’t need you or the little bean getting hurt,” Rio explained gently as she moved to get up and make her way to the arm of the couch.
“We’re doing totally fine, but thanks for the concern, love,” Agatha replies with a hum.
“I’m not taking any chances. You’ll still be plenty happy with where you end up.”
“Oh I’m sure, stud,” Agatha replied with a dirty wink.
Once Agatha’s hands were free and Rio had checked her wrists for any lingering marks or signs of damage, Rio stood up and began unbuckling her belt and slacks. Agatha could just make out the tip of Rio’s favorite emerald strap over the top of her boxers, the leather of the harness sitting high and tight across her hips.
Once Rio had her pants down around her ankles, she sat on the couch next to where Agatha was lying on her side, legs tucked up by her butt. She firmly patted her lap letting the shiny green strap protrude out into the open space between her spread legs.
“Up you go, come on,” she urged, giving Agatha’s ass a light swat to encourage her girlfriend to crawl into her lap.
Agatha mewled at the contact, pushing herself upright so she could swing her still-pulsing legs over Rio’s. She hovered over the strap, not quite ready to feel the friction of it against her soaked panties yet. Throwing her arms over Rio’s shoulders, she nuzzled her face into her girlfriend’s neck, taking the opportunity to inhale the sweet, smoky scent of her perfume.
Rio weaved her long fingers into Agatha’s thick brunette waves, giving a slight tug on the roots to pull the woman’s face out of her neck so they were eye to eye.
“What are you hiding for, gorgeous girl? That’s no way to greet Daddy,”
Agatha looked up, her eyes locking onto Rio’s with an intensity that poets could only dream of capturing. She bleated out the most pitiful whimper her girlfriend had ever heard, her lower lip puffed out and trembling.
“C’mon, be a good girl and sit properly on Daddy’s dick. Don’t you want me to fill you up, sweetheart? You wanted it so badly before,” Rio mocked, the condescension dripping from every single syllable.
A shudder wracked Agatha’s spine causing her whole body to jolt where she hovered, giving Rio the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her girlfriend’s state and pull her firmly onto her lap with a rough grip on her hipbones.
Agatha let out a crude moan the second she felt Rio’s strap rub up against her sensitive folds. Despite the layer of sodden fabric separating them, she could almost feel Rio inside of her already—that’s how needy and unmade she felt by the new position in which she found herself.
“That’s my girl,” Rio husked into her ear, using her stronghold on her hips to drag Agatha back and forth along the silicone. “Can you feel me, baby?”
“Yesdaddyfeelsgood,” Agatha slurred, her hips beginning to rock faster as she chased the delicious friction of the strap dragging through her pussy.
“Are you ready to take me inside, mi amor? I know you’re going to be so tight and wet for me. Gonna absolutely milk my cock dry inside of you when I make you mine,” Rio teased, licking a long stripe up the length of Agatha’s ear as she continued to drag her hips back and forth.
“Please Daddy,” Agatha whimpered, already feeling herself getting close again.
Rio gave Agatha’s hair a rough tug, causing the other woman to release a sharp whine. “You think you’ve earned another orgasm that easily?” she barked. “I don’t think so, guapa. Let’s see you work for it.”
Reaching down, Rio slid the gusset of Agatha’s panties to the side, allowing her to feel the strap unimpeded for the first time. She let her girlfriend rut back and forth for a few seconds, getting the green dildo nice and slick so it could slide easily into her wanting sex, before grabbing it firmly at the base and holding it steady at Agatha’s entrance.
“Go on, baby. Lemme see what you can do,” Rio demanded, leaning back and putting her hands behind her head, all too happy to have front row seats to the free show.
Agatha threw her head back as she sunk down on Rio’s strap, bottoming out with one single drop of her hips. The grunt she let out the second their hips met at the base of the strap was animalistic in nature—nowhere near the high-pitched whines and moans that usually left her mouth. She gave an experimental rock of her hips with the cock seated fully inside her, letting the base rub deliciously against Rio’s clit.
“Fuck, amor, just like that,” Rio groaned.
Agatha stayed in that position for a few minutes, slowly gyrating her hips, letting herself acclimate to the stretch while working Rio up with every new bump of the base against her most sensitive spot. Rio’s eyes stayed glued to where her strap peeked out of Agatha’s entrance, mesmerized by how smoothly and easily her girlfriend had taken her all in one go. She could see Agatha’s slick glistening on the green of the dildo in the office’s low light, reflecting just how much they both needed this.
Eventually, Agatha began working her hips up and down, throwing her ass onto Rio’s lap with every downward thrust. Rio couldn’t help herself when she reached around to grasp handfuls of thick, milky flesh, using her new hold to guide her girlfriend up and down in a maddening rhythm.
“Yes, baby, bounce for Daddy,” she cooed, her hands kneading and pulling, bringing even more sinful sounds out of the woman on her lap. “You look so perfect like this, my beautiful baby mama.”
“Daddy, fuck,” Agatha choked out with tears in her eyes, feeling overcome with emotions at hearing Rio refer to her as a mother. Sure, this was all part of the roleplay, but she also knew that Rio was deadly serious about her intentions to care for Agatha and her baby as if they were her own.
“You like that, Mommy? You like Daddy getting ready to come deep inside you?” Rio began meeting each of Agatha’s bounces with thrusts of her own, feeling herself creep closer and closer to the edge.
Agatha could do nothing but wail, tears fully streaming down her cheeks as she continued to be railed into next week, Rio’s grip on her ass unyielding.
“Gonna come in you so hard and you’re gonna take it all. I’m gonna knock you up so you’re full of me for the foreseeable future,” Rio grunted, her thrusts starting to lose rhythm as she approached her peak.
“Yes, please come inside me,” Agatha begged, her eyes frantic and imploring as she pressed her forehead to Rio’s.
Suddenly she felt Rio go stock still, her hands holding Agatha all the way down on the hilt of the strap as she grinded up against the base. Just as the tremors began to wrack her body, Agatha felt herself succumb to her own orgasm simultaneously, clenching down on Rio’s strap and writhing frenetically on top of the other woman as she chased wave after wave of pleasure.
They helped each other ride it out, staying connected at as many different points as possible to maintain the intimacy as they came down from their respective highs. Eventually, Agatha swung her leg back over and collapsed onto the couch on her side, breathing heavily as she came back into her body.
Rio remained where she sat, having fully melted into the couch. She threw out a hand to lovingly rub along Agatha’s legs as far as she could reach, but was otherwise stuck in position from the explosive orgasm she had.
“Rio?” Agatha eventually croaked, doing her best to lift her head up.
“Yeah, babe?” Rio responded, head back against the cushions with her eyes closed.
“You’re really fucking insane,” she snorted, her laugh ringing throughout the quiet room.
“Was it too much?” she asked, cracking one eye to look over at her blissed-out girlfriend.
“No, baby, it was perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you for doing this for me. I know the idea of having sex in your office makes you uncomfortable, so I appreciate you pushing your boundaries to make me happy.”
“I’d do anything for you, Agatha,” she admitted softly. “Except this. We’re never doing this again.”
Agatha just chuckled. “Sure we’re not, baby,” she pandered, her signature smirk plastered across her face in a knowing challenge.
“I’m serious, Agatha. Never again.”
“Okay, love. Whatever you say.”