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xxxdreamscapexxx · 7 months

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I love taming you

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 15.2k

Summary: It had been a few weeks since your girlfriend discovered your notebook and found out how badly you wanted to be under her control. But being an impatient girl makes it hard for you to follow her rules. So she just has to teach you. No matter how long it takes her. This is a continuation of "Unspoken desires" (i'll leave a link for that fic below), but can be read separately. It explores a lot of different aspects of anal play, which is something that I have wanted to write about for a while. After a conversation with a friend of mine, it really inspired me to write this fic and I hope all of you will enjoy it.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, edging, denial, orgasm control, teasing, oral, fingering, finger sucking, anal play, anal fingering, use of butt plug, strap-on use, semi-public sex, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

Masterlist with all my works. "Unspoken desires''

It had been a couple of weeks since your girlfriend first discovered your notebook, filled with your secret fantasies, and despite your expectations, things had gotten even better. Wanda gave you everything you wanted and so much more. The story was just the beginning and it unlocked something inside her. Something she kept hidden all this time, but was so happy to finally share with you.

What she didn’t know is that it unleashed something inside you too. Suddenly, her touch was everything you thought about, evenings with her were everything you looked forward to, each scorching night of passion making you crave more and more. All her fiery touches, her passionate kisses, all the orgasms she brought you couldn’t quell this thirst inside you. You were insatiable.

That never-ending need, despite your best efforts, was exactly how you ended up in your office, with the blinds drawn and the door closed, while you touched yourself, seated behind your desk. You had been thinking of Wanda, of the way she had you on all fours last night, as she stuffed your pussy full of her strap and her cum and it left you so hungry for release that you couldn’t help yourself. You tried, of course, you argued with yourself that it was dangerous and foolish, that you might get caught, that it would disappoint your girlfriend, who gave you very clear instructions to never touch what’s hers… And your pussy was definitely hers. But no amount of shame or danger, not even the fear of Wanda’s wrath could stop you from unbuttoning your pants and pulling down the zipper, your hand sneaking under the waistband of your panties, so you could finally relieve the tension that you felt building since the moment you left your house.

It was quick, it was meant to be, just the tips of your fingers drawing circles over your clit, while the thoughts of Wanda filled your mind and turned the sparks of arousal into flames. It was nothing more than relief and as you came, stifling a small moan of pleasure, you hardly thought it would mean anything. You wouldn’t even tell her. Wanda didn’t need to know that despite the fact that she fucked you every night, you were such a needy slut that you couldn’t help yourself, even at work.

With that settled, you went back to your tasks, soon forgetting of the little incident and only remembering it briefly when you felt the wetness that now soaked your panties. Ugh, today was going to be a long day. But you’d be home to your girlfriend very soon and the thought of that gave you something to look forward to.

When the day was finally over and you walked into your home, you were greeted by the smell of freshly cooked pasta and the sight of Wanda setting the table. She wore your favourite pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt, yet you couldn’t help but think that she was gorgeous and rush into her embrace.

“Hi, my darling.” She smiled sweetly, one of her hands resting softly between your shoulder blades, while the other pulled you by the waist so she could get you even closer. “Seems like someone missed me today.” She noted, when you hid your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and refusing to let her go.

“I really did.” You managed to admit, nuzzling into her even more, before you finally let her go.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” She said, picking you up, before you could even realize what she was doing, and placing you on the counter, so she could stand between your open legs. “I missed you so much, that I’m thinking… Maybe I’ll let you have dessert before dinner.” She suggested, placing kisses on your neck and collarbones, innuendo dripping from her every word and lighting another fire at the pit of your stomach.

“That sounds amazing!” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips, while her hands roamed.

She pulled off your shirt first, tossing it aside, not even bothering with the buttons. She kissed her way down your body and your bra was next, just as easily discarded, in favour of her hands massaging your breasts. She kissed them softly, quickly making her way down. Your pants were her next target, so she could have you bare in front of her and you happily obliged, lifting yourself off the counter, so she could get rid of them. Wanda dragged down your panties in the same motion, wanting to be able to see you, to feel you with no barriers and the sight she was met with did not disappoint.

You were wet, soaked even and she barely did anything to earn it, making pride swell in her chest at being able to affect you so much.

“God, look at you!” She sighed, pulling you in another heated kiss and slipping her hand between your bodies, so she could run her fingers through your pussy and stroke your clit softly. “So wet for me already. I’ve barely touched you.” She mused.

She hadn’t really thought anything of it, she was elated to have you so needy for her, but the way your body tensed at her words made her pull away, her inquisitive, green eyes studying you curiously.

In all fairness, she probably would have let it go, not really thinking anything of it, but your guilty mind worked itself into a frenzy. Could she tell? Did she know? Would she find it in your mind? How does one hide such a thing from a telepathic witch?

Trying to stay calm, you only pulled her towards you, silently asking her permission for a kiss and she let you, exploring your mouth in slow, deep kisses, while she thought, her fingers finding their way between your folds again and gathering the slick there.

“Have you been naughty my darling?” She asked, when she pulled away, smirking knowingly. “Have you been thinking of Mommy today, hm?” Her voice was soft, her eyes still sparkling with amusement and pride as she continued to play with you, waiting for your answer.

“I didn’t mean to, Mommy…” You tried to defend, her expression helping you calm down from your panic. “I was just feeling so needy and I couldn’t help myself.” You practically whined, but Wanda only smiled more, her fingers focusing on your clit and providing some real stimulation against it.

“Yeah? You needed Mommy to make you feel good?” She asked with fake pity in her voice, her fingers moving lower and teasing your entrance.

“Yes, needed you. My fingers couldn’t make me feel the way you do.” You uttered, your head falling back in anticipation.

To your horror, her hand retracted, her expression turning cold and growing angrier, the more she realized that the two of you had been speaking of different things. She thought you were thinking of her, fantasizing about her… Not touching yourself. And the more she studied your face, the panic and guilt written all over it, the more she realized it was true and it made her blood boil. Hadn’t she made herself clear? Had you forgotten that she was the only one allowed to touch your desperate little pussy?

“When?” She almost growled with annoyance, stepping between your legs again and making you face her.

“During my lunch break.” You barely murmured trying to look away, but she stopped you, a hand taking hold of your chin and forcing you to look her in the eye. “Foolish girl… Do I not give you enough, huh?” She asked through gritted teeth. “No, Wanda, of course…” “That’s not my name.” She cut you off. “Try that again.” “No, Mommy… You give me more than enough.” You tried to plead with her, but it was in vain. Your fate was already sealed. “So why?” She asked, seething. “You really couldn’t wait a few more hours? Or did I leave you needy this morning?” Her head tilted, her eyes narrowing in search of an answer that never came. “I think… You’re just impatient.” She decided, reigning in her anger at your transgression. “But don’t worry… Mommy will teach you.” She promised with new determination. “Now, hop off and put your clothes back on. You’ll get your punishment soon enough, but we’ll have dinner first.” She announced unceremoniously, helping you get off the counter and watching you dress yourself.

While you pulled your panties back on, you winced a little at the wet material, but had the good sense not to say anything, especially after the glare you got in return.

The dinner went just as silently. You tried to compliment her food and to thank her for making you dinner, but her monotone response was clear enough to stop you from trying to press further, so you just ate your food.

After helping her clean up, she had calmed a little and she even pulled you closer to her body again, removing a strand of hair from your face and stroking your cheek gently with her thumb to help you feel more at ease.

“You know why Mommy has to punish you, right baby?” Her gentle tone, almost startled you, her kind expression a stark contrast to her dark intentions towards you. “You need to learn to be patient.” She explained with a soft smile. “I won’t do it again, Mommy.” You tried to plead your case, but her smile only grew. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.” She said, guiding you upstairs, instead of addressing your little plea.

When you entered the bedroom, she had you take off her clothes, helping you strip her of everything she wore, before she made you undress as well, her piercing gaze zeroing in on the way your wetness stuck to the material of your panties as you pulled them off. You were drenched.

“I’m curious, darling… What do you think you deserve for touching what’s mine? What do you think I’ll do to you that’s gotten you even more excited?” She asked with a smirk. “I don’t know, Mommy.” “That’s a lie.” She chuckled darkly. “Try again.” “I… I think you’ll spank me.” You eventually admitted, stumbling over your words and your eyes falling to the floor.

Despite her disappointment in you, Wanda stepped closer, capturing your face with her hand and guiding you to look up at her. She kissed you gently, but fully, her eyes full of love and adoration for you as she guided you towards the bed and sat at the edge of it. She ran a single finger through your wetness, pulling a solitary moan from you, before she retracted, licking the digit clean and savouring your taste.

“The thought of getting spanked had you leaking like this?” She asked with a raised brow, not really expecting an answer from you. “Come lie across my lap, sweetheart. Let’s see how wet this cute little pussy will get, when I actually give you that spanking.” She patted her lap, signalling for you to do as you’re told.

You did without protest, trying to look back at her, once you had settled, but she quickly made you face the headboard.

“Eyes front, dear.” She reminded a little more sternly. “And try not to enjoy yourself too much.” She added with a light tone, her hand already kneading the flesh of your cheeks.

The first slap that landed on your ass was actually very soft. It had startled you, more than anything else, causing you to stiffen a little and making Wanda chuckle behind you. The next had a little more force behind it, making you moan as it reverberated within you. The third was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure and it pulled a needy whine from you, as you tried to hide just how much you enjoyed it, but it was already too late.

Wanda had been waiting for that exact reaction and she took a small break from your spanking to spread your cheeks and trace your entrance with her fingers. You were just as wet and growing wetter by the minute and she used this moment to tease you, before she returned to your spanking.

She switched between her merciless teasing and your “punishment”, knowing full well that this was actually indulging you, rather than teaching you a lesson, but she knew that it will serve its purpose too. She kept it up, until your cheeks had grown pink and you had started to chant her chosen title, while you bucked against her teasing fingers and your wetness had started to smear across her thighs as well. God, you looked so fuckable like this.

“I think that’s enough for now, little kitten.” She rasped, while her fingers retracted and she watched you fight the urge to buck against her thighs next, desperate for any stimulation. “Go lie down.” She suggested, helping you get to your feet and watching you climb on the bed and settle against the pillows. “How are you feeling?” “I’m ok, Mommy.” You responded cutely, actually looking relaxed, your eyes closing in satisfaction. “A little horny.” You added, very aware of the way your pussy dripped. “Oh, I bet you are.” She chuckled. “You should see what you did to me.” She added, moving closer and straddling your body. “I also think you should make it up to me.” She purred, leaning in for a quick kiss, before she moved higher, quickly putting each of her legs on either side of your face, her slick folds on display. “Do you see that, honey?’’ She asked, running her fingers through her wetness and spreading her pussy lips, so you can see her better. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you touch me, every time I look at you, when I think of you, I get this craving: to have your tongue, your fingers, your strap inside me. I get just as needy as you do, sweet girl. But Mommy always waits for you. I hope after today you’ll learn to wait for me too.”

Before you got a chance to say something more, Wanda’s fingers were already lacing with your hair, pulling you towards her pussy and putting you right where she needs you. Not that you had any complaints. She had the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen and, just thinking about getting to taste her had your mouth water, especially with the little display she put on just for you.

Your tongue lapped at her happily, swirling at her entrance and gathering all her wetness, before you moved on to her clit. The taste and smell of her took over your senses and you let yourself indulge in them as much as you could, until the hand in your hair tightened its grip, reminding you to focus and give her what she wants.

When even that wasn’t enough, Wanda took matters into her own hands, her hips moving rhythmically against you, grinding her pussy in your open mouth, taking as much pleasure as she could from you. God, she was gorgeous like this. Head thrown back, her hair falling down her back in heavy waves, as she rode your mouth for all its worth. You could hear her soft words of praise and adoration from above you, getting more and more incoherent as she drove herself closer to her orgasm and you loved it.

Eager to please, you had your hands on her thighs and cupping her ass, massaging it and helping her grind more against you as her movements got sloppier and more desperate. She was so close, you could feel it, her moans growing louder and more desperate, the closer she got. And just as soon as you swirled your tongue on her clit again, her thighs clenched, making her lean forward and support herself on the headboard with her free hand.

“Yes, right there, baby!” She mewled, her grip tightening, in fear that you’ll move away. “So good…” She gasped as she reached her peak and her body stilled, allowing you to take over and bring her over the edge.

It happened quickly, her hand holding you tightly right where she needed you, as her legs shook, barely keeping her upright as she moaned out your name. It was glorious and oh so satisfying, to have you pinned underneath her as she came all over your face. Your tongue felt divine as it lapped at her, prolonging her orgasm and making her see stars. But it wasn’t enough. As much as she enjoyed it, her body alight with sensations, she needed more.

Wanda rolled to the side, before her legs decided to give out entirely and she pulled you on top of her for a brief kiss, before she was pushing against your shoulders, having you move down her body and back between her legs where you belonged. Her hands tangled with your hair once more to keep you in place and she let you eat her out, until she reached a second orgasm for the night with a strangled scream.

Fuck, this was turning her on. She felt strangely invigorated by the whole situation, knowing that you were needy, that she’ll deny you in just a while, that you’re seconds away from grinding into the mattress, just to get some relief for yourself. It was driving her wild, just thinking about it. She wanted to truly ruin you, show you how much better it is to share this with her, rather than hide, with your hand in your pants.

When she was done using your mouth, Wanda pulled you up and wrestled you, until you landed on your back, pinning you with her body in seconds and smirking down at you.

“See what you were missing, while you were touching yourself?” She asked with a grin. “If you were good, I would have been fucking you into oblivion right now.’’ She said as her eyes devoured your naked form, her hands gripping your thighs possessively. “Instead, I’ll use you like a toy.”

With a flick of her wrist, you were surrounded by magic and as you started to look around, you realized you had a strap on around your waist, proudly standing at attention and a very smug witch looking down at you.

“Look at that! So fucking big.” She admired the toy, using her hand to stroke it suggestively. “If you had been good, you would have felt every inch of it slide inside me. Now you’ll just watch me ride it.” She growled as she straddled your hips and positioned it against her entrance. “Mommy, please, I won’t do it again.” You begged pitifully, quickly realizing that she had no intention of letting you cum today. “And if you don’t, Mommy won’t have to do this to you again.” She explained with a stern tone as she slowly started to sink down on the silicone dildo. “Please, Mommy, just one. I’ll be so good, I promise.” You tried again, your voice high pitched and your eyes pleading. “Oh, honey… You wanna be good? Then take it.” She cut off your request. “You’re lucky that this is the only punishment you’re getting. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” She threatened, feeling the toy stretch her walls and filling her up deliciously.

Whatever else protests you might have had fell on deaf ears after that, Wanda entirely consumed by the pleasure. She couldn’t tell what was going on with her, she just knew that she was craving this so badly. The constant hum of arousal seemed to only grow and she couldn’t help herself but bounce on the toy with abandon as you lay beneath her and stared in awe.

“Fuck, so good!” She muttered, her eyes closing in delight, when she found the best angle.

Her breasts were bouncing in front of you, perky nipples begging to be touched and teased and your hands reached up on instinct, massaging the mounds, before you started to roll her nipples between your fingers, pulling more gasps and happy sighs from Wanda’s lips.

“Yes, baby, use those talented hands of yours. Touch me.” She encouraged, never breaking her pace. “Show Mommy how you touched yourself today. Show me what you do to your pussy.” She panted, growing breathless as she got herself closer.

Feeling bold and wanting to not only impress her, but have her fall over the edge, you used your best moves on her, your hand reaching between your bodies, your index and ring finger spreading her pussy lips open, while your middle finger found her clit and started to make small circles on it that had her hips bucking into your hand.

“Oh my…” She gasped, her movements stuttering a little at the new sensation. “Yes, keep going!”

With the way she was reacting, there was no way you’d stop, you thought to yourself, your free hand reaching up and taking hold of her waist to keep her steady. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, while you chased her orgasm just as much as she was, wanting to see her fall apart for you. You loved it when she got like this, when she only had pleasure on her mind, when she couldn’t get enough of you, even when she was sensitive and probably working herself into an overstimulating orgasm.

Overstimulated is how Wanda felt, she knew she would, from the moment she straddled your hips, but she didn’t care. In fact, it was spurring her on even more, her body shaking the closer she got. And with your skilled fingers working her over, she wouldn’t take long at all. She needed a few more thrusts, a few of those delicious circles on her clit and she was right at the edge, a throaty moan rumbling out, her walls gripping the toy tightly as she fell apart around it.

You tried to drag out her orgasm as much as you could, watching her body go through the almost painful pleasure. You thought she’d be a wreck, but she looked content, sighing happily as the last jolts of pleasure passed through her and she leaned down, allowing more of her weight to rest on you as she claimed your lips in a sweet kiss.

She held the position for a few minutes, wanting to feel full as she stole kisses and whispered praises in your ears, telling you how good you made her feel. She would sometimes grind down against the strap absent-mindedly, enjoying the little waves of pleasure that passed through her, even though she had no intention of going any further than that.

When she eventually pulled away, a wave of her hand removing the strap from around your waist, she nuzzled herself against you, sighing happily. Her hands were easily gliding over you, sending shivers through you and she smirked knowingly, but couldn’t stop herself from making her point one last time.

“How are you feeling, my love?” She asked gently. “Really horny.” You managed a response, your throat dry. “Good. Remember that feeling the next time you try to touch what’s mine.” She said with a note of finality.

* * *

The next morning you woke up with the memory of Wanda’s lesson and a fresh wave of wetness that was already smeared over your pussy and underwear and you groaned. This was ging to be a long day. Even though she bathed with you last night and made sure to help you calm down, showering you with affection, you started your day already sticky and desperate for her touch and you hurried to take a cold shower, before you joined her for breakfast.

She was kind enough not to tease you, offering you some pancakes and coffee, while the two of you spoke about what your day would look like, trying to make plans for the evening and you were grateful for the distraction. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her, you would have had your hand under your skirt before you left for work, but you wanted to be good for her. You craved to be called her good girl and to have her hands on your body, to have her skilled fingers inside you, to have her mouth on you… Damn, you were getting lost in your fantasy of her and it was barely morning.

As the day moved on, you felt your resolve break down, moment by moment, one frustration at a time, one fantasy after another. Your co-workers were driving you crazy today, always needing your help and barely leaving you any time to look after your own tasks, and when you did have time, the moment you would sit down and try to work, all you could think about was sex. It was maddening, really. How much you ended up needing it. What’s worse is that you kept remembering how easy it was to do it yesterday, or how much better it had made you feel. Everyone was clueless about it too. Well, everyone except Wanda. But you wouldn’t make the same mistake this time, right? You’ll be more careful. No… This was a bad idea. You should just work.

But the more time passed, the more the idea of it gnawed at you. It would be so easy… By the time lunch roller around, you were desperate, on edge and ready to do anything for just a little relief. So without much thought, you headed to your office, passing by Alice at the door and exchanging quick pleasantries, before you found yourself closing the door.

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Wanda had a much different day. Things were calm and she was feeling positive and even cheerful, something she even got a few teasing remarks about, which would have made her irritable on any other occasion.

As lunch came about, she thought that perhaps she should share some of those good vibes with you. She thought that leaving you wanting, as much as you deserved it, had served its purpose, so she decided to surprise you, maybe even give you a better office sex experience, than touching yourself, like you had done yesterday.

Yes, the thought was rather exciting. She could picture you already, perched up on your desk, your legs spread wide open, while she ate you out. Or her fingers in your mouth, to muffle all your delicious moans, while she made you bonce on her strap…

With that in mind, she made her way to your office building, carrying a box of take out, so she could use it as an excuse to see you. Just sharing a meal with her girlfriend. With that, she walked in, greeting the receptionist, who was used to seeing her by now and went straight to your floor of the building. She headed straight for your door, but was met by a woman, who almost cut her off, trying to talk to her.

“Hi, Wanda! Nice to see you again.” She smiled politely. “I’m Alice. We met a few months ago.” The woman explained, offering her hand for Wanda to take. “Yes, of course, Alice!” Wanda pretended to remember the woman, who looked only vaguely familiar. “How are you?” She asked, shaking the woman’s hand and trying not to dismiss her. “I’m good.” Alice replied with another brief smile. “Are you looking for Y/N? She went into her office a few minutes ago. She looked stressed.” She explained and Wanda nodded along, but her head was already elsewhere.

You were already in the perfect place and Wanda talked a little more with the woman, before watching her walk away. Wanda knocked on your door briefly, not even waiting for you to respond, before she was making her way inside. Her knock had startled you, but you had the good sense to pull your hand away from your panties and to try and straighten yourself, while you watched the familiar figure of your girlfriend walk into your office.

“Hi, baby!” You smiled, not really expecting the woman and almost cursing internally for the interruption. God, you really needed to cum. “Hi, sweetheart. I brought you lunch.” Wanda grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she walked closer, dropping the box of food on the far edge of your desk, before she made her way to your chair and straddled you. “Why do I have the feeling that you’re not here for lunch?” You responded with a cheeky grin of your own, your hands wrapping around her and pulling her even closer. Perhaps this interruption wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. “Why else would I be here?” Wanda pretended to think, her hands playing with the buttons of your shirt provocatively. “You tell me.” You challenged, trying to stay calm as she teased you. “Well, I heard you’ve been stressed and I wanted to help.” She shrugged coyly.

But instead of wasting more time, Wanda just kissed you, popping a couple of buttons, so she’d get access to your breasts, her hands massaging them softly through your bra. She slid down from your lap, easily falling to her knees and half-way under your desk, spreading your legs, so she could have what she really came for.

Your smell drove her crazy and she wasted no time in pulling your underwear aside, so she could run her tongue through your folds, moaning slightly at your taste. You were perfect, already needy, as she knew you would be and practically begging her to fuck you.

Knowing that anyone could walk in here, just as she had done, Wanda dove right in, wanting to make you feel good. She used her fingers to tease at your entrance, while her lips wrapped around your clit, drawing circles, knowing just how you liked to cum and she watched you lean back in pure satisfaction. She felt so much better than your hand and you thanked whatever goddess had brought her to you, right when you needed her most.

The exposed, public space only added to the thrill of it all and you braced yourself on the armrests, fingers digging into the leather as you started to feel your orgasm build. It was heavenly and you were just starting to relax, believing that you’ll even get to finish this time, when another knock was heard on the other end of your door.

You stiffened, your reaction making Wanda pause as well, while she looked at you with a puzzled expression. You were starting to panic, not knowing if you should ask the person to come in, or leave, but they knocked again and you quickly buttoned up your shirt, inviting them in.

“Y/N, sorry to interrupt your lunch, but can you take a quick look…” Alice started to speak, as she entered, before cutting herself off, looking around the office puzzled. “Hey, didn’t Wanda find you? She wanted to have lunch with you.” She said, a little confused and allowing you to release the breath you were holding.

You had thought that she perhaps saw something she shouldn’t, or suspected something, but the woman looked genuinely clueless.

“Ugh… Yeah… She went to the bathroom.” You stuttered out, looking around the room, but at least your lie was believable. “Oh, yeah, or course.” Alice smiled, walking closer to your desk and leaving a stack of papers on it. “Look, I know that you’re a huge supporter of the paperless initiative, but I had to print these. Can you take a look for me? Something doesn’t look right.” She asked, sitting on the chair on the opposite end of your desk.

Right underneath it, Wanda was getting increasingly bored, by the dull office conversation and she decided to give you the proper motivation to get rid of your co-worker as quickly as possible. With a sly smirk, she pulled your legs apart once more, finding her rightful place between them and pulling your panties to the side once more, so she could have access to your sweet pussy. How lucky for her that you had a skirt on today, she thought as she started to kiss your thighs, wanting to give you at least some warning, before, she dove back in.

In your spot, you could only squirm once more, taking the thick binder from your desk and looking at the million reports that Alice had printed out and compiled. This was hours of work, if not more…

“These all have mistakes in them?” You asked with a baffled expression, trying to sit still in your chair, while Wanda’s lips got closer to your pussy. “Well, not all, but some, because I’m getting some strange results…” She alluded with a confused expression.

Her response had you almost screaming, but you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself. Something you found almost impossible, when Wanda started to take, slow steady licks against your pussy again and despite how much you wanted that, you reached a hand underneath your desk, your fingers pressing on her lips and pausing her movements.

“Can we talk about this after lunch?” You looked at Alice, trying to be as neutral as possible in this situation. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled, waiting for you to say something more, but finding the silence awkward and rushing to leave. “Well, I’ll see you after lunch!” She said at the door, actually waving, before she closed it behind you and you sighed in relief as you pulled away from your desk, giving Wanda more space.

You expected your girlfriend to be happy, expecting that she’d be eager to go back to your activities, but her eyes were suspicious and dark, all the lightness in her features somehow gone, leaving you confused as to what caused it.

Wanda got up from her spot, fixing you with a glare as she took your hand in hers, bringing it up to her face and inhaling deeply and the action alone had you stiffen. She didn’t have to say a single word for you to know what she suspected, or for you to realize that she’ll come to a very unfortunate conclusion.

“So last night wasn’t enough, was it?” She asked with a deep frown on her face. “Wanda, I was just so stressed and last night you wouldn’t touch me and…” You tried to defend yourself, but it was useless. “You know that if you didn’t touch what’s mine, I wouldn’t have left you needy, baby.” Wanda explained calmly. “And if you had waited just a few minutes more, you would have been cumming in my mouth right now.” She stated simply. “But you’re just so impatient. You couldn’t help yourself, could you, darling?” She asked, as a cruel smile started to form on her face. “When that pretty pussy starts to leak, you just forget yourself, don’t you?” She teased, coming closer to you once more and dropping to her knees in front of you.

She spread your legs with a grin, her smile growing bigger as soon as she saw the mess in your panties. The visible wet spot on them was too hard to ignore and she teased a finger over it as she looked up at your confused face. You looked so cute like that. You could tell that she had something in mind, that she wouldn’t just give in and make you cum, but you couldn’t figure out how she’ll torture you just yet and the needy, hopeful, yet cautious expression you had on, was just precious.

She was almost too gentle as she continued to run her fingers over your covered pussy, spreading your wetness even more, making sure to soak through the material, knowing that you’ll have to spend the whole day like this. She wanted the constant wetness to remind you of how much fun you could have had, if you hadn’t been so impatient.

To drive her point home, Wanda spent the majority of your remaining lunch break edging you. When your panties were thoroughly ruined, she pulled them to the side once more and she happily lapped at your clit, drawing slow circles over it, as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

She made sure to keep her eyes on you as she did it, wanting to remember each whine from frustration, each strangled moan, every small movement that you made, while you writhed underneath her, begging her to let you cum. Truly, you were beautiful like this and if it wasn’t for her limited time, she would have spent hours doing just this. When she only had a few minutes left, she finally pulled out of you and put your panties where they were, the cold wetness of the material causing you to flinch slightly.

“Oh God, Wanda, please don’t leave me like that.” You begged, as you watched her get up from the floor and straighten herself up. “Ugh, you are so delicious, honey.” She said as she licked her fingers clean playfully. “Speaking of delicious, the take-out I brought for lunch should be amazing. We should eat before it gets cold.” She said happily, cutting off any protests you might have had about the situation and sitting across from you, so the two of you could eat.

You groaned in frustration, but tried not to say anything, hoping to win her good favour.

The take-out ended up being really good, just as she had promised and she tried to distract you and let you calm down, before it was time for her to leave and get on with her day.

When you watched her leave your office with a final kiss to your lips and way too much sway in her hips, you leaned back in your chair, groaning, when your eyes landed on the massive folder Alice had brought you. The woman was crazy if she thought that you’ll do her work for her, you thought to yourself and you tried to pull yourself together, while you called her in your office, preparing for yet another long day.

Surprisingly, you managed to get home early that day. Perhaps it was the frustration, or maybe it was your eagerness to see Wanda again, but you clocked out as soon as your work time was over and you rushed through the door, happy to find your girlfriend already waiting for you.

She smirked knowingly, when she watched you take a shower just as soon as you were done hugging her, happy to be rid of your stuffy work suit and wet panties, but she said nothing.

The two of you started to work on dinner together, talking about your days and things you needed for the house, making a grocery list as you went through the fridge. Afternoons and evening with your girlfriend were always your favourite time of the day.

When dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, movie night long behind you, you found yourself being dragged into your bedroom, your comfy home clothes pulled from your body, to leave you bare in front of Wanda’s hungry gaze.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” She said seductively, as she pulled you closer to her body and helped you undress her with your shaky hands. “Unlike you, my darling, I’ve been very patient.” She pointed out, reminding you of your earlier transgression. “And I want my reward.” She stated bluntly, walking backwards towards the bed and pulling you with her, when she allowed herself to fall on the soft mattress. “It would be my pleasure.” You smirked, loving the chance to be able to please her.

Wanda had you between her legs in no time. She held your hand, while your tongue traced delicious circles and figure-eights on her clit, fingers interlaced together as she enjoyed the pleasure that built and grew within her. Fuck, you were so good with your mouth and so happy to take your time with it too. You savoured her taste, dipping your tongue inside her, lapping up all her juices, before you went back to her clit and she loved it. Loved that you didn’t rush her at all.

When she couldn’t wait a second longer, her free hand grabbed at your hair, pulling you where she wanted you most, incoherent praises falling from her lips as she got closer to her edge.

“More, baby. Yes!” She moaned, when you found the perfect spot, her back arching and her head falling back in delight.

As she finally came with a strangled cry, she pulled you even closer, cutting off your air, as she writhed in pleasure, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted her to feel good. And she really did. All the built up tension from the day, all the excitement, all the wonderful things you were doing to her, finally culminated in one long, mind-blowing orgasm and she screamed as she rode it out on your tongue, refusing to let you go, until it became too much for her to handle.

As soon as you pulled away from her pussy, Wanda knew that this wasn’t going to be enough. She’s not quite sure why, but every time she denies you, her body starts to feel on fire. And she had every intention of denying you tonight. She didn’t want to be cruel to you, she loved making you cum more than you could ever know, but she wasn’t going to let you think that you can go around breaking her rules. Your pussy was off limits to anyone but her and she was going to teach you that lesson. She was going to edge and deny you, until you learned. And there was no harm in indulging herself while she did it, right? And she knew just how to rile you up, while she’s at it.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you.” She cursed as she took a breath, trying to recover. “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough. I want you inside me. Think you can do that?” She asked breathlessly, sitting up against the pillows. “But if I’m going to be full, I think you should be too.” She said with a mischievous smile.

Before you could ask what she meant, her fingers started to glow red, the tendrils of her magic coming together and focusing on her palm, until they formed a little jewelled butt plug. She held it up for you to inspect, your curious eyes tracing the object.

“Come settle on my lap, baby. I want to put it in.” She patted her thighs, signalling for you to lay across them.

It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to use such toys. She loved that you let her have all your holes. She loved having you full, making you feel her control, feel her stretching you out, even when she was on the receiving end of the strap. Even on her back, she was always in charge.

When you lay across her lap, exhaling a shaky breath of excitement, you felt her reach over to the nightstand, so she could grab a bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount, chuckling when you hissed from the cold and she used a single finger to spread it over your puckered hole and gently work you open.

She loved doing this oh so slowly, knowing how worked up you got, how much it turned you on to feel her probe your asshole, but never fully penetrate it. Not until she deemed you ready, of course. She took her time telling you how hot you look like that, all vulnerable and open for her, your thighs trying to grind against her in an empty attempt to find some relief from the growing arousal. Not that she’d let you find true relief, but it was fun watching you try.

“Please, put it inside me already!” You finally begged, pushing up your ass against her probing finger, trying to get her in deeper.

Now that was a true delight. You must have been so worked up if you begged so openly. But that didn’t stop her from letting you fuck yourself on her finger a little longer, watching the way she slid in and out with ease, listening to your beautiful moans and whimpers as you finally took it in all the way. Fuck, you were so tight and warm. She could only imagine how good it would feel to actually fuck your cute little ass. That was definitely an idea she would have to remember to try another time.

“You want me to put the plug inside you, baby?” She asked, taking her finger away and watching your hole wink at her. “Yes, please, Mommy.” You nodded, trying to look back at her with pleading eyes. “Well, if you insist…” She smirked wickedly, taking the toy she had purposefully left in your line of vision, so it could be a constant reminder of what was coming next and squirting some lube on it, before she lined it with your asshole.

The first contact with the cool metal made you gasp, yet you still pushed up against it in anticipation. You could feel the stretch from it, as you took it in a bit deeper, even more eager to finally have it slide all the way in.

When your knees got weak, Wanda helps you, running a soothing hand up and down your back as she starts to put some pressure on the jewelled base, working it inside you slowly and smirking as your asshole swallows it up. The widest part of it stretched you deliciously, she could see it and she let you take it in slowly, until it finally sunk in and you both moaned in unison.

“Such a good girl, baby.” She praised, kneading your ass cheeks while she gave you some time to adjust to the feeling of being full. “You always take me so fucking well.”

You could hear the way her voice trembled, feel how excited she was, just seeing you like this and it made you even more eager to finally be allowed to have your hands on her. With that in mind, you got up from her lap, testing the feeling of the plug as you moved, feeling your body get more and more comfortable with it.

“Yes, I do.” You smiled proudly. “And if I remember correctly, you said something about wanting me inside you?” You feigned innocence.

Instead of a verbal response, you saw Wanda’s magic swirl in the air, tendrils of it wrapping around you and making your skin tingle as a strap-on appeared around your waist and Wanda’s favorite red dildo stood proudly at attention.

She pulled you closer to her, her hand wrapping around the dildo suggestively, while she kissed you. You looked so damn hot wearing her strap, all eager to fuck her and with the time she had to prep you, getting to stretch your ass open really had her pussy dripping.

“Go on, baby girl, show me how much you want to please Mommy.” She whispered against your ear.

The provocative words sprung you into action and you hurried to lay her down on the mattress and lined the dildo with her opening. She looked so damn wet already, but you took your time to tease the cock-head over her folds, just to drive her crazy.

“Don’t tease, honey. You know Mommy doesn’t like to be made to wait.” She reminded with an edge of warning to her voice.

You were more than happy to oblige her, pushing in just the head and watching it stretch her out, before it sunk in even deeper. She wouldn’t let you stop, her hands pulling you closer, until you had bottomed out and she was firmly pressed against you and scratching your back. You could feel the plug with every small movement of your body, the stimulation exhilarating and intensely arousing. Even now you could feel your wetness smearing on your thighs. The strap was putting pressure on your clit too and you started to move your hips slowly on instinct, chasing the pleasurable feeling and doing your best to take Wanda along for the ride.

By God, she was having fun. She kept thinking about the little plug in your ass and how it was probably driving you out of your skin with need and she really wished she could see you from the back, see the way your body moved as you fucked into her. She would certainly remember to do that for another time. But for now she just wanted to enjoy herself.

You were building up your pace, hitting all the perfect spots as you kissed her neck and shoulders and she was loving it. It didn’t take long at all to feel another orgasm growing. She could see you were getting closer too, your breathing going irregular and shallow, your pants growing into moans as you thrust inside her. Fuck, this was hot. She could only imagine how delectable it would be, if you could feel her. But you’d have to earn the privilege to come inside her. For now, pleasing her was all you deserved.

“Use your fingers too, baby.” Wanda encouraged breathlessly. “It’s those talented fingers that got you in so much trouble, it’s only right you use them to make it up to me.”

The memory of your earlier transgression was enough to have you working twice as hard to make her cum, your hand reaching between your bodies, so you can give her exactly what she wanted. Combined with the deep thrusts inside her, she was close and she could see how much you struggled to keep it up, pleasure starting to overpower you as well.

It was wicked, truly, and Wanda loved it. She was delighted to see her punishment working so perfectly and the knowledge that you’ll watch her cum, while you were left untouched is what finally pushed her over the edge. Her nails were digging into your back, her moans filling your ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure, were just the perfect way to end this evening and you hoped to be able to join her, but you couldn’t quite get there, your hips eventually stilling, so she could rest.

When she eventually recovered, you tried to pull out, but she held you close.

“Shhh, stay like that, baby.” She whispered in your ear. “I want to feel you.”

Wanda cuddled you gently, letting your head reast on her chest, as she hummed soft tunes, of songs you’d never known. One of her hands was busy running up and down your back, sometimes stroking your hair softly to soothe you, while the other played absentmindedly with the little butt plug she still had nestled inside you. She traced the little gem with the pads of her fingers, sometimes lightly pressing on it to drive it deeper.

She loved the intimacy of the moment so much, loved how vulnerable you were, how much you trusted her to take care of you. God, this was better than she ever hoped it could be. She shushed your soft whimpers with sweet praises and even sweeter kisses, making sure to stop your slow grinding, whenever the neediness inside you started to feel unbearable, calming your mind and body, until you were fully relaxed against her.

“My darling girl.” She whispered softly, when you were finally asleep in her arms. “I’m sure you’ll be such a good girl for me tomorrow.” She said as her own eyelids started to flutter closed.

* * *

The next day came and went in a blur. You were busy from the second you walked into the office and despite the stress and frustration, the constant wetness between your legs was just the type of reminder you needed that you shouldn’t make the mistakes of the previous days. Wanda would take care of you, she would give you everything you need, you just had to be a little patient.

It's the type of lesson she tried to drill into you and you were determined to finally be allowed to enjoy your girlfriend’s touch. Eager for it, you left work the second you finished and you rushed home, only to find your house empty. Wanda was running late. Something that disappointed you deeply, but you reigned it in, deciding to start dinner, in order to surprise you. She always took such good care of you. It was only right.

When everything was ready and the table set, you started to get a little impatient and you texted her, just to check in and was pleasantly surprised, when she told you that she had left you a little surprise in your bedroom.

Excitedly you ran up the stairs, opening the door to your bedroom to find the bed perfectly made and a beautiful gift box on top of it. Giddily, you pulled the bow undone and opened the lid, only to find a gorgeous lingerie set in it and a card, written in her handwriting.

“I can’t wait to take this off of you tonight.” You read, smiling at the little heart she had drawn and taking out the set she had left for you.

It was truly gorgeous and you admired her choice, before you started to undress. You went and took a nice shower first, wanting to feel fresh and clean for her, before you started to put on the underwear and you looked at yourself in the mirror with admiration. It fit you perfectly and you wondered how she got your size right, before you took a suggestive picture of yourself in the mirror and sent it to her, solely to tease her. God, you couldn’t wait for her to be back.

You wondered how you should greet her, different scenarios passing through your head and making you feel even more needy and impatient for her return. You kept picturing how she’ll walk through the door of your bedroom and see you splayed across the mattress, wearing nothing but her gift and how she’ll spend the rest of the night ravaging you in every way she knew how. You certainly needed it.

The more you thought about it, the hornier you got, your hands wandering over your body mindlessly, while you pictured her in nothing but her favorite strap, pounding into you from behind. You could practically hear her voice as she spoke the filthiest things in your ear, always happy to tell you everything she’ll do to you, because she knew it drove you crazy.

Before you could think about it, your hand had sneaked into the lacy red panties Wanda had left for you, your fingers starting to circle your clit lightly. God, it was heavenly, to finally feel relief from the endless throbbing between your legs. And you weren’t going to make yourself cum. You were just getting yourself ready for Wanda. There was no harm in that, right?

The slamming of your bedroom door and an angry witch staring you down, quickly told you that she disagreed. It had been maybe 10 minutes since you were lost in your little fantasy, when she had come home, to see that you had made her dinner. She smiled fondly, seeing how well you set the table and she was even more eager to find you and give you a proper thank you for all your efforts, but quickly grew disappointed when she opened your bedroom door, only to see you touching yourself yet again.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed, startled, hurrying to pull your hand away from your pussy, but she had already seen you. “You have no idea how close you came to getting what you wanted…” She practically growled, as she stalked towards you. “And you just had to ruin it.” “No! It’s not like that!” You tried to defend. “I was just… Getting ready… I wasn’t going to cum! I swear!” You tried to defend yourself.

Wanda had crawled onto the bed like a predator, your squirming body turning her even more infuriated. Damn, she had such big plans for you, she wanted to make you feel so good tonight, wanted to take care of you and give you the pleasure she knew you were missing. And she knew you held out all day, so why did you have to ruin it at the last minute. Your impatience was really starting to bother her. But she was going to correct that, no matter how long it took. She could be a patient woman, if it meant you’ll learn.

“You were just warming yourself up for me, huh?” She asked condescendingly. “Getting that pussy ready?”

She was looming over you, eyes dark and predatory as she waited for you to say something as if it would make any difference.

“Yes.” You managed a weak nod, your eyes imploring and sincere, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter if you broke her rule a little, or if you had went all the way. “How thoughtful of you… ” She snarled down at you, pulling your wet panties to the side, so she could have a better view of your pussy. “You wanna see what Mommy had prepared for you?” She asked, already starting to pull down her pants. Her boxers were next, but you didn’t need them removed to know what was underneath. She had a strap on. Your favorite. She was going to give it to you too. Fuck you nice and deep with it… Before she realized you had disobeyed her.

Wanda tossed her boxers on the floor, leaving the strap on display and running the tip of the dildo over your wet folds. You had started to drip even more and from your position you could see her sliding her cock over your pussy lips suggestively, imitating the way she would fuck you, without giving you a single touch, leaving you mesmerized.

It was only when she had made it nice and wet with your juices, that she pulled away, but not before she slapped your pussy with the heavy toy. She pulled away from you and you instantly missed the comfort of her warmth and her touch, but she didn’t let you wait for long. She settled against the headboard and she patted her thighs, asking you to take off your ruined panties and straddle her legs, facing her.

Wanda pulled you in another deep kiss, her hands on your waist, so she could guide your movements against her. She could already feel your juices leaking out of you and dripping on her bare thighs and the thought of making you this needy drove her crazy. She could never quite believe the effect she had on you.

“I love that pretty pussy.” She mused. “If only you were good today, I would have played with it more.” She teased, as she ran her fingers through your folds and covered them with your wetness. “But since you’ve been bad… Mommy has to settle for your ass instead.” She whispered against your ear.

One of her hands pulled you flush against her, kissing your neck and making sure that you’re firmly pressed into her body, while the other reached around, her fingers tracing patterns on your ass cheeks. You couldn’t help but gasp at the thought alone, but her touch… Oh, that sent shivers down your spine.

Wanda was the first to ever take your tighter hole, the first person you trusted to be careful and to take things at your pace and she had shown you just how wonderful of an experience it could be. She made it feel special, made you feel cherished, she showed you that it’s an act of intimacy. Because of that, you felt more confident to explore this part of your sexuality and you knew she’ll always make you feel good and you knew tonight won’t be an exception.

“It’s yours Mommy.” You nodded into her neck.

You could feel the gentle smile that adorned her features and you nuzzled even more into her, clinging to her as she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some on her fingers, before she started to massage your hole. She took it slowly, oh so carefully, teasing fingers running circles there over and over again, making the ring of muscle relax.

When she knew you were ready, a slender finger started to probe there. Just the tip would enter you, before she pulled out, allowing you to get used to the intrusion. God, it was maddening. You loved it, you did, it felt so good when she took you like this, but it was your pussy that craved her and you desperately wished that she would give you at least some stimulation there, but alas, she was having none of it. She wouldn’t let you grind against her, no matter how badly you needed to. She held you firmly in place as her finger sunk in deeper, the intimacy of it so overwhelming, when she held you so lovingly, that you practically melted in her hands.

It took a few minutes, before she dared to sink in entirely, but she knew it was worth it, when she heard the low gasp, when you felt her knuckles. Her fingers were all slippery and wet from the lube and the one she used slid so easily in and out of you, while her free hand moved up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” She gasped in your ear. “Mommy’s precious girl.” She mused. “Do you like it when Mommy plays with your ass, honey?” She asked softly.

You could only hum in response, your mind feeling more submissive by the second. That one finger she used to stretch you felt both so good and not nearly enough, even when it was all the way inside you. But Wanda had no intention of rushing this. Her ministrations were slow and tender, drawing out each small movement, so she could turn it into pleasure. And God, were you loving it. Your pussy dripped with juices and they smeared across your thighs and hers, but she didn’t care. She loved it more, knowing how badly you needed her.

“I bet you wish Mommy’s fingers were inside your sweet little pussy instead, isn’t that right? But bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?” She teased. “Don’t you wish you were good now, my love? Don’t you wish you had waited for Mommy to come home, so she could be treating you to a nice orgasm?” “Yes, Mommy.” You whined in her neck, your hips canting into her, to find some pressure. “Mmmm… But your ass feels just as good, my darling. So nice and tight. I should play with it more often. Stretch it out on my cock, since your pussy doesn’t deserve to be played with.” She teased you again, pulling her finger almost all the way out, before she started sliding back in.

The minutes stretched as she continued her gentle torture, building the arousal within you to new levels and pushing you even further into subspace. Your body was on fire with every small movement she made, every caress, every teasing comment, yet it was somehow calming. You were hers, in every way, and everything she did only solidified that feeling. You wanted her to continue, to touch you and claim you, even if it meant she wouldn’t let you cum. It was still gloriously good to have her inside you.

When one finger wasn’t enough, she pushed in a second, the stretch pulling out a gasp from you that quickly turned to a moan, as you fully melted into her once again. Her embrace was like a warm blanket, her scent filled you with serenity and her voice soothed you into a space of pure bliss and that slow, deep thrusting of her fingers only made it better.

As your legs started to shake, the pleasure of the moment overwhelming, Wanda knew that she had two choices. She could stop, help you wind down for the night, knowing that you’ll need her more than ever, or she could give in and finally help with that ache between your legs. In the back of her head she wanted to stay strong and deny you, as she had done the other nights, but she couldn’t this time. She was listening to your thoughts, looking for any discomfort, but she found none. All you thought about was her. Pleasing her, being good for her, being her sweet girl and it melted all her resolve. She just couldn’t deny you. Not this time.

At first, you barely registered, when her fingers pulled out of your asshole and paused their ministrations and she waited for you to pull away from the crook of her neck before she kissed your face softly and greeted you with a smile.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She praised. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, you know that? Mommy’s so proud of you. You’re just the best girl in the world, isn’t that right?”

You barely nodded for her, clinging to her and almost leaning back down on her shoulder, so you could nuzzle your face, where it had been, but Wanda pulled you away softly.

“My pretty girl deserves a nice reward.” She said, lifting you enough to be able to help you lie down on your back. “When you’re this good Mommy just can’t hep herself. I just want to make you feel so good. Do you want that, baby? For Mommy to make you feel good?” “Please.” You looked up at her with hopeful eyes, nodding your head. “Of course, my darling. You just lie back. Mommy will take such good care of you.” She promised sweetly.

Wanda claimed your lips in a passionate, tender kiss, before she started to descend your body. And in an uncharacteristic manner, she even skipped the usual teasing she’s put you through, before she gave you what you wanted. You had taken quite a lot for her tonight and you deserved the treat, so she quickly settled between your legs, the sight of your messy pussy leaving her practically breathless. She knew you were drenched, she still had the evidence of it on her thighs, but the sight of it was something else entirely.

“My God, baby, you’re so wet. I’ve never seen you this wet before.” She gasped. “But I’ll make it better, I promise.”

She licked across your pussy experimentally, the taste of you awakening a familiar hunger that only intensified, when she watched your clit twitch in anticipation. Now that was something she could never resist. So she quickly wrapped her lips around your clit, tongue swirling in circles and figure-eights that had you moaning underneath her.

“Mommy!” You moaned, more desperate than she’s ever heard you and it only made her work harder.

She held your thighs open as she licked up your essence and savoured your pleasured cries, building you up in minutes, just like she knew she would. With how worked up she’s gotten you, it was almost too easy. But she loved that too.

When you reached your edge, fingers tangled in her hair and holding her, afraid she’ll pull away, she almost chuckled. You were so eager. She contemplated teasing you a little, maybe edging you, but she took mercy on you, helping you to fall of the edge and ride out your orgasm on her tongue.

As the first wave of pleasure hit you, you practically screamed, moans and gasps filling the room as each wave brough with it more extasy than the last. Intense and unyielding, it took over your entire body, until nothing remained. Just her and what she was doing to you.

You thought that once your done, she’ll pull away, but she only chuckled against your pussy, her tongue continuing its assault on your clit. You tried to push her away, to ask her to stop, but you could only moan, until even the overstimulation morphed into pleasure and she had you writhing for her once more.

“Mommy!” You squirmed. “I need more, please. Need you inside me.” You pleaded. “Of course, honey.” She smiled knowingly, her clean hand removing itself from its spot on your thigh, but you stopped her quickly. “No… Not there.” You pouted, not sure how to ask for what you wanted. “No?” She smiled knowingly, unable to pass up the opportunity to tease you at least a little. “Then where?” She asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. “Do you need me back in your ass, honey? Is that where you want my fingers? You want me to stretch your sweet little hole again?”

You could only nod, feeling the blood rush into your face and turn your cheeks pink. But Wanda didn’t mind. She loved when you got all shy.

She reached for the bottle of lube once more, wanting to make sure that you’ll be comfortable and she squirted some on her fingers, rubbing the substance on your asshole with slow ministrations. She adored that she could look in your eyes this time, to watch your facial expressions as she entered you. You were a masterpiece. Hauntingly beautiful and all hers and for a moment she forgot herself in the moment, just moving in and out of you slowly, until your pleading eyes reminded her that she promised you so much more.

One finger became two, before her mouth returned back to your clit and you gasped out in pleasure, your hands fisting the sheets and your back arching from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” You muttered. “Please, don’t stop.”

But Wanda had no intention of stopping. She wanted to see you fall apart underneath her and she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen. And she knew that with how intense that feeling was, you wouldn’t take long either. You never could hold out, when she filled your tighter hole.

Her mouth returned back to your clit, starting out slow and letting you get used to the feeling, before she moved faster, added more pressure with her tongue, before she drove her fingers deeper inside you. She had you arching your back and desperately clawing at the sheets in minutes, reaching the edge with strangled little cries and a string of “Yes, right there!” and desperate pleas for her to continue. It was spectacular to watch really, and she hoped she could admire you more, but with a few more flicks of her tongue you were thrown over the edge and into an earth-shattering orgasm and Wanda focused on letting you ride it out, helping you through it as you writhed in pleasure.

The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, every muscle in your body tightening, every nerve ending aflame. It started from the pit of your stomach and it spread, all-consuming and so utterly satisfying. It felt so good, Wanda had to hold you down with her free hand, just so she can keep the stimulation going, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible.

When it eventually became too much, she pulled away, letting you catch your breath and relax, as she held you. She gave you a few minutes to wind down from it, before she helped you up and guided you to the bathroom, helping you clean up and shower, kissing and cuddling you every chance she got.

She spent the rest of the night pampering you like a princess, drying you with a fluffy towel and leading you to the kitchen, so the two of you could have dinner, even if a late one, she held you while you watched a movie together, playing with your hair and letting you nuzzle into her, beaming proudly at how good you had been for her.

* * *

Your next day started surprisingly calmly and Wanda was a huge part of that. She made you coffee and breakfast and brought them to bed for you, something she usually wouldn’t do, but for today she could make an exception.

She drove you to work with a smile on her face, the two of you talking the entire way and she promised to also pick you up, when you’re done, not wanting you to do a single thing. She wanted to coddle you.

But her loving intentions were quickly thwarted by the rest of your co-workers. Everything was tense at work, people were on edge and they needed you more than ever, so by lunch time, you already had to call her and ask her to come in much later. At least she understood. She always did. And it just reminded you how lucky you are to have her.

Wanda, on the other hand, came home at her usual hours and was greeted by an empty house. She tried to busy herself with some household chores, just to distract herself, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t in the mood for chores. She wanted to spend her time with you. She wanted to give you a nice, romantic evening. Last night had been such a treat and she wanted more of that, wanted to see you in that subby space again, wanted to take her time to explore you, to build you up, to make you really feel her, feel her love for you, feel her deep longing for you and the knowledge that you were so far away from her and her embrace was driving her crazy… So much so, that she eventually decided that your work won’t get in the way of her plans. Everything else be damned, you were her girl first and everything else second.

With that in mind she packed a small bag, passed by your favorite restaurant for take-out and she made her way to your office. By the time she arrived, most of the building was already dark, just your floor and a couple others still had their lights on and that only strengthened her resolve. You shouldn’t be working at such a late hour, you should be at home, letting her spoil you, the way she wanted to.

Exiting the elevator at your floor made her shiver. It looked so surreal and kind of wrong, with the ugly fluorescent lights and the empty cubicles and she hurried to make her way to your office.

Knocking on your door and entering your space settled her nerves a little. Seeing your pretty face always made everything brighter and she made her way to you with a sway to her hips.

“Wanda!” You smiled, getting up to greet her. “Hi, my darling. I missed you.” She said with a pout. “You work too much.” “I’m sorry, love.” You apologized, pulling her further into your office. “I’ll make it up to you this weekend. I promise.” “How about you make it up to me right now?” She suggested, lifting the bag of take out. “Have dinner with me?”

You could never refuse your girlfriend, you were very well aware of that, so you didn’t even try to protest, helping her take out the boxes of food from their bag and letting her place a few candles on your desk. She lit them with her magic, making you smile and blush at how charming she could be and you allowed yourself to be swallowed by her magnetic presence, falling into a conversation with her, all your work forgotten.

When you finished your dessert, sharing a delightful tiramisu, that Wanda fed you one spoon at a time, you thought that she’ll take you home, but you were surprised to see her get up from her spot and settle into your lap with a mischievous smile.

“You know… Yesterday we got interrupted really rudely.” She started. “And, of course, you were naughty, so you didn’t deserve to have any fun… But maybe tonight we can have some fun together.” She suggested. “I’ve always wanted to take you right on your desk.” She whispered in your ear, like she was telling you a secret. “Wanda…” You murmured against her. In the back of your head, your thoughts were telling you that you were still in a public space, even if seemingly almost everyone had left… And this was your place of work… But her lips on yours felt so good, that even those thoughts of warning fizzled away when her hands started to unbutton your shirt. “You always look so damn hot in your work suits, baby.” She continued her assault, nimble fingers pulling your shirt out of your skirt and dragging it down your shoulders, revealing a lacy bra. “What if someone sees us?” You gasped, feeling her hot breath on your neck. “Let them. I want them to see who you belong to.” She practically growled, biting into your neck and then soothing it with her tongue.

A surge of possessiveness washed over Wanda at her own words, countless reminders of such instances flashed before her eyes and made her blood boil with annoyance. A feeling that was wholly unwelcome, because it conflicted with the tender appreciation she wanted to show you tonight. This was meant to be a romantic night, full of gentle devotion and careful adoration, but damn, she wanted something different now. The beautiful, sweet feelings she had for you were still there, but were mixed with this craving to claim you, to own you, to dirty you up and show you that no one else will ever be able to give you what she can.

Wanda pulled you out of your chair, her strong hands circling your waist and moving lower, cupping your ass in the tight pencil skirt you wore and squeezing the cheeks. Fuck, you felt good. Nice and firm in her hands and so eager to let her do anything to you.

She pulled up your skirt with a swift motion, letting it bunch up around your waist and revealing the matching lacy panties you wore.

“So beautiful.” Wanda mused, eyeing you slowly. “I could eat you alive.” She growled, grabbing you and pushing you against your desk, effortlessly bending you over it, so she could have a better view.

In a moment of pure arousal, she kicked your feet apart, hearing you gasp at the action and steadying yourself against the desk, while Wanda played with your panties suggestively. They were starting to get covered in your wetness, while you kept pushing back against her hand, offering yourself to her so shamelessly.

She chuckled at your neediness, pressing herself against you, letting you feel the bulge in her pants, just to tease you. But she wouldn’t just give it to you. Not so easily. She wanted to play with you first. It was maddening how quickly her emotions switched. She wanted to make love to you and ravage you at the same time and she just couldn’t chose which one she’ll do.

So she settled on teasing you. Falling to her knees behind you and taking hold of your hips, so she could keep them open, while she leaned in, letting her tongue run a long, wet line, across your panties. The wet fabric held some of the delicate taste she was hoping to get to the source of, but she was in no hurry. Licking your cute pussy through your panties really seemed to rile you up and she had to hold you in place to continue her little game, while you tried to push back against her.

“Please, I need you.” You finally begged, face pressed on the cold surface of your desk. “You need me, huh?” She chuckled from behind you, getting back up and rubbing her bulge on your backside. “All right then.” She agreed, breathless with anticipation. “Take those panties off.” She instructed.

Wanda watched you pull the wet fabric down your legs, while she unbuttoned her pants and pulled out her strap. She had already enchanted it and she had spent the previous minutes with the feeling of it twitching to be set free and the sight of your drenched pussy almost made her lose all her control.

She pulled you up by your hair, pressing you against her with one hand, while the other held her cock and ran it up and down your wet slit, collecting your juices. You were both panting, both so needy, that she wasn’t surprised, when you tried to get her to slide inside you, but this time she indulged you. She held her strap steady against you and watched it slide into your pussy. You were practically impaling yourself on her, your pussy squeezing her cock tightly and taking it as deep as it could go.

Intrigued by it, she let you move against her, letting you pick your own pace. You looked so damn hot doing it too. Your ass hitting her front and bouncing off of it, while your pussy swallowed her strap. She was mesmerised by it. Her eyes glued to the way you were fucking yourself on her. Your pretty ass was bouncing so cutely off of her and it reminded her of last night, of the way it swallowed her fingers, the way she was sliding in and out of your tight little hole and turning you into a mess. Fuck, that’s exactly what she wanted right now too.

Once she had realized what she was missing, she couldn’t ignore it a second longer and she stilled your movements, burying herself as deep as possible, before she moved your hair to the side, nuzzling her face against your neck and your ear.

“Fuck, baby!” She gasped, her breaths ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me. What the sight of your cute ass bouncing off of me does… I can’t stop thinking about it. How good it felt to be inside it. How well it took my fingers last night.” She whimpered, your walls pulsing with arousal around her. “I want to be inside it again, baby.” She added in a whisper, kissing your heated skin and running her hands over your breasts, massaging them through the bra. “Will you let me fuck your ass?” She asked, feeling another twitch of excitement, your walls clamping around her cock. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, you’ll see. Just let me be inside.”

Hearing Wanda beg so openly was a rare occasion. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever heard her this desperate for anything. She usually took what she wanted, it’s what you both liked. But this time was different and you had to admit that you were loving it. Her desperation fed your own and after just a few seconds, you found yourself agreeing, your head nodding happily to her request.

“Yeah?” She asked, amazement and excitement clear in her voice. “You want that too, baby?” “Yeah.” You managed, your voice hoarse. “Fuck, thank you!” She whispered behind you, placing soft kisses on your neck once more. Her hips were moving on their own, rutting into you and she found herself almost cumming at the thought of fucking your ass alone. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, baby!”

Before she could actually spill her cum and ruin the moment, she pulled out, her cock throbbing with need. God, she wanted to fill you up. She was mere seconds away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Wanda summoned her magic, a bottle of lube appearing in her hand. She laid you back down on the desk, running a soothing hand over your back, before she spread your ass cheeks and squirted a generous amount of the liquid over your puckered hole. The coldness made you hiss, but she soothed you once again, teasing fingers spreading it over your hole, until it warmed up and you relaxed under her touch.

When she knew you were ready for her, she started spreading lube over her cock as well, wanting this to feel comfortable, when she realized that the dildo she had chosen, even if one of your favourites, might be a bit too big for your tighter hole and she used her magic to adjust the size. She felt bad having to do it, almost whining at seeing it shrink, even if she mostly adjusted the width, but she knew it would be far more comfortable this way and she stroked it a few times, to get it well coated in lube, before she lined it with your asshole.

She teased your hole with the tip of her cock, giving you a chance to back out of it, but you did no such thing. In fact, you tried to press yourself against her, trying to get her to put it in you already. All her teasing, her touch, her kisses had you just as wound up as she was and you needed something, or you were going to explode.

“Mommy, fuck me already!” You begged. “I want you inside me, please. Your cock feels so good.” “Anything for you, baby girl.” Wanda smirked.

She pressed herself more against you, watching the ring of muscle open up and stretch around her tip, tighter and more overwhelmingly good than anything she’d ever felt. She was so tempted to just fill you up to the brim, barely holding herself back.

Despite the unbearable pleasure, she let you take over, allowing you to take her in for the first time, entirely at your pace. She watched her cock sink in, inch by inch, engulfed by the tightness and the warmth of your ass, until you reached the base of her strap with a strangled moan and a shiver that ran down your spine.

Lifting you off of the desk and pressing you against her again, Wanda stayed still. One hand wrapped around your middle held you close, while the other removed the strands of hair from your face. She showered you with kisses and quiet praises, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of her stretching you out.

“God, you’re so good for me, baby.” She gasped, kissing your flushed cheeks. “Mommy’s best girl.”

When you were ready, she slowly started to pull out, one of her hands reaching down and finding your clit, so she could start rubbing gentle circles on it, helping you relax and feel good. Your wetness was practically dripping on the floor beneath you, your folds drenched, just from this and she knew you were feeling just as good as she was.

Her rhythm remained slow and steady, almost sensual in the way she fucked you. She had come to make love to you after all and she intended to do just that. It didn’t really matter which hole she took, she still wanted to make love to you, so her thrusts were gentle and deep, her hands tender, her kisses full of her passion and devotion.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” She gasped, kissing your cheek and jaw. “So beautiful with my cock deep in your ass.” She continued. “If only you knew how good you feel around me, baby girl. Gripping me so tightly.” She moaned in your ear, barely even moving. She was almost humping you, hardly pulling out, before she drove her hips forward again and it felt sensational. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Messy hair and glazed eyes, lips all read from my kisses, your pretty body on display… Taking me from the back and loving it…”

At this point you could hardly hear her words, your mind going blank. All you could do was take it. She was driving you crazy. The slow, careful way she handled you was almost reminiscent of the way she made love to your pussy. On the nights when she wanted to make you feel adored and loved, she did it like this, keeping you full and fucking into you sensually. But your pussy was so empty, and her cock was so deep in your asshole, yet the way she did it felt so damn good, her fingers bringing you to the edge.

“Mommy!” You cried out for her, completely forgetting where you are. “Shh, honey, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Look at the way your legs shake.” She spoke soothingly. “Mommy is close too. We should come together, baby.” She said in a whisper. “I want to feel you come with my cock deep in your ass.”

And that’s all it took. With a few more circles over your clit, you came, your pussy clenching around nothing, yet you felt so full. Your tighter hole was filled to the brim, Wanda’s hot cum spilling inside it, while you felt the first wave of pleasure start to wash over you. It was new, yet so powerful, that it shook your entire being. And it only got better. Each wave of pleasure more powerful than the last, washing over you again and again, until you were fully spent. Only Wanda’s hands kept you up and you were grateful that she had you firmly pressed into her, otherwise, you would have fallen.

As soon as Wanda felt you coming, your clit twitching beneath her fingers and your asshole pulsing around her cock, she let go, spurts of white filling you up as she rutted into you, prolonging her pleasure for as long as she could and only stopping when you were both spent.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” You chuckled, bringing her back to reality. “You have no idea.” She breathed, nuzzling her face into you. “We should get going. God only knows who heard us. I’m afraid security will barge in any second.” You almost laughed. You tried to pull away from her, her cock still nestled inside you, but she kept you in place. “Not just yet.” She whispered. “We don’t want all that cum to go to waste, do we?” She asked suggestively. “We can’t have that.” You shook your head in understanding, already knowing what would come next. “No, we can’t.” Wanda confirmed, laying you against the desk again, so you’d be more comfortable.

She used her magic to summon your favorite plug, lubing it up quickly, before she started to pull out. She pressed the tip of it against you immediately, her eyes sparkling as she watched your tight muscle stretch for her once again, swallowing the plug and nestling snugly against you.

“There. Now you’re perfect.” Wanda mused, helping you up and kissing you deeply and you just knew, that there was so much more in store for you that night. ____________________________________________________ If you liked this story and you want more, please visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!

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