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Being Seduced (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: It’s time for Alex Blake to seduce you

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, mommy kink, dom!Alex, choking, marking, begging, edging, overstimulation, swearing

AN: This is a follow up yo my fic Seducing Her, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone.

Three days. You just had to get through the next three days without losing your mind. Easy. Simple. Anyone could do it.

You weren’t going to make it.

Alex’s fingers brushed along the skin of your neck, pushing your hair behind your shoulder. She was speaking but you couldn’t hear the words, so focused on the feeling of her touch. Her lips curled up in a self satisfied smile.

“Are you listening, darling?” she asked, drawing a step closer.

“Uh huh,” you said, eyes dragging down to the shadowed neckline of her shirt.

Her finger on your chin tilted your head up so you were looking her in the eye. They were sparkling, the amusement clear in her entire being.

“Careful, darling,” she murmured, “only good girls get fucked. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re a liar, would you?”

“No,” you groaned.

“Good.”

Her smile turned gentle before she turned on her heels, striding back into the body of the jet, taking her seat again. On shaky knees, you made your way to the place on the sofa you’d left to make a hot drink. You took a deep breath, steadying your heart until you caught her watching you over the top of her novel.

You thought being at the office might give you some respite but then, you hadn’t gone easy on her at the office. In some ways it was easier, lingering touches and lingering looks not so out of place than when out in the field. By the time you left that first day you were ready to beg her to come home with you.

She knew it. Leaving before you, she offered a wink, a brush of fingertips along the back of your neck, a heated look running over your body.

What you weren’t expecting was the text you received that night.

Lying in bed, getting ready for sleep, the vibration of your phone on your bedside table was a surprise. Assuming it was Penelope sending you a cat video, you picked up the phone then immediately spluttered.

I keep wondering how pretty you’d look on your knees for me

Alex Blake was going to be the death of you.

You left it until the morning to respond to her. It was as if you woke up with the perfect plan in place. Positioning your phone and turning the camera on yourself, you knelt in a matching pair of lingerie you’d bought because you thought it looked hot but then never had the confidence to wear. Bowing your head, but looking up from under your lashes, the timer went off.

Before you could think about it too much, you sent her the photo. You threw the phone on the bed and shrugged on your clothes for the day, resisting the urge to continually check to see if she’d seen the photo.

Sitting at your desk, you were hyper aware the moment she arrived, Union Jack travel mug placed down with a harsh thunk across the desk divider. You glanced up but she was already gone, and that only made you more nervous.

“I thought this was my week to play.”

You jerked, turning your head. She was so close, unexpectedly close. You could feel her breath ghost over your lips and you had to bite back a whine.

“I thought you’d like a… visual demonstration,” you said, “so you didn’t have to wonder anymore.”

“But now I have to go through my day knowing what you look like under all of this.” Her finger plucked at the sleeve of your shirt, “tell me, are you still wearing those delectable pieces under here?”

“Yes,” you replied, lowering your eyes, “I am.”

“You’re really testing me today,” she growled, leaving you be. Still, her gaze sat heavy on you for the rest of the morning.

Sitting with Penelope during lunch was meant to be a break from the incessant heat of Alex’s eyes on you. Even there, she managed to find you, phone vibrating against your leg.

I’m sorry for being so harsh earlier. It was a pleasant surprise to see, but I suppose it got me a little worked up. You’re very pretty on your knees

The heat in your cheeks was enough to tip Penelope off that you’d received something salacious. You were quick to retreat from her dungeon, working out why the praise had made you feel so warm. Sitting at your own desk, it was a relief to find Alex missing.

Should I tell you everything that picture has made me want to do?

Your head darted up, looking from one side to the other. She still was not around.

I can see that got your attention

She couldn’t be watching you. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as your breathing turned a little erratic.

Shall I tell you, pretty girl? Would you like that?

Your breath caught in your chest.

Yes

You only had to wait a moment for her response.

Good girl

You looked up as the woman you were texting took the seat across from you. She didn’t look at you, instead turning towards her computer monitor, clicking onto something. You averted your eyes, not needing her to catch you staring at her, practically begging to hear her response. Your phone vibrated.

I want to taste every inch of that beautiful skin you so skilfully displayed for me

Your eyes darted up but she still wasn’t looking at you.

I’d like that

Another pause before your phone vibrated.

I thought you might. I also plan on unwrapping the pretty present you’re giving me, taking my time to enjoy each new discovery. I think I could spend hours appreciating each new gift I unwrap

You definitely weren’t breathing anymore.

And then there’s all the way I could touch you. Would your neck look pretty with a necklace of my fingers? I think so

Your own fingers drifted up to the column of your neck, able to imagine it.

And then there’s the way you would feel around them. So wet and soft, clenching around them while you beg for more. I’m sure I could keep you on the edge for so long you forget your own name, pretty girl

You couldn’t look away from the phone, waiting for her to say more.

But then you do look so pretty on your knees. The thought of coming on your tongue, staring down at you as you please me, is making me want so many things. My darling girl, I wish you could feel the effect that image is having on my body right this moment

I wish I could too

Someone called your name. Looking up, your fumbled with your phone, shoving it in your desk drawer. A slow grin spread over Morgan’s face at the guilt so clearly written on yours.

“Meeting time,” he said.

“Yeah, uh, yeah.”

You stumbled to your feet, Alex as always so much more graceful behind you. She took the seat beside you, hand finding your knee under the desk. You froze, not able to focus as she slowed dragged her fingers up your leg, finding the vulnerable part of your inner thigh. Ghostlike, her fingers brushed over your already throbbing core before disappearing to clasp together on top of the table.

The meeting could have been about a rampaging monkey for all you knew, not a single word of it went into your brain after that stunt.

Returning home wasn’t the relief you were hoping for. You couldn’t let yourself bring your own release when the feel of her was still there, those words she’d sent running through your mind. She was much better at seduction than you were, your fumbling attempts nothing but an embarrassment now you were being shown the way by a master.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You really thought I looked pretty on my knees?

You put the phone down, taking the time to start making dinner instead of waiting with your phone in your hands like someone who didn’t have a life outside her. Which you did. Definitely. You lept for the phone when you heard it vibrate.

I’ve been staring at it all day, darling girl. I’d hardly do that if I didn’t find it such a beautiful image

You smiled into your fist, liking the way her praise made you feel.

Leaving the food to cook you wandered back into your bedroom, slowly stripping the clothes from your body. With careful fingers you positioned your phone again, climbing onto the bed. Turning your back, you fell forward onto your elbows, arching your back. You turned to look over your shoulder, listening to the countdown until the photo was taken.

Personally, I think I look better on all fours

You sent the text with the photo. Shrugging on your robe, you wandered back to your food, glad to see you hadn’t started a fire while distracted. Your phone rang.

“Doctor Blake, this is a surprise,” you said, aiming for innocent.

“When you told me you were full of surprises these were not the kind I was expecting,” she said, soft in your ear.

“That’s what makes them surprises,” you replied, “have I taken your breath away yet?”

“Not quite yet, pretty girl,” she said, “I’m sure you can work harder than that.”

“Is that a challenge, Doctor Blake?” There was a thrill of excitement at the words.

“Let’s see how worked up you can get me before tomorrow night,” she said, “and if you do a good enough job I might let you skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”

“Really?”

Even over the phone her chuckle had you pressing your thighs together.

“We’ll see how well you do,” was her answer before hanging up.

You mulled over your plan while you ate, not even tasting the food. Despite being a linguist, she responded more when she was given something visual to devour. So you set up a photoshoot as best you could, trying not to overthink it.

You sent the first before bed. A shot down your body, legs spread, hand inside your underwear. It had taken great discipline not to continue touching yourself while taking it, her name ready to be moaned. But you wanted to save it for when she was in the room with you.

I don’t believe I told you it was okay for you to touch yourself

You had to bite back a groan at her words.

I can’t help myself. I keep thinking about you

If you be a good girl and stop I’ll make it worth your while tomorrow night, darling

You sent back a selfie of you lying in bed, fingers in your mouth, cheeks hollowed out as you sucked.

Good girl

The next morning you posed in the steamed up mirror, towel hanging low on your hips, arm covering your chest. It didn’t take long to get a response from her.

What a pleasant wake up call

You wandered back into your bedroom, plucking two of your nicer bras from the draw. Slinging on a pair of jeans you posed in each one in the mirror.

Red or black?

Darling girl, I doubt you’ll be wearing it long enough for it to make much of a difference

Lacy and see through it is

You purposefully put the phone down as you hurried to make breakfast, chugging some coffee in order to help you get through the commute to Quantico. Pulling on your shirt, you chanced a glance at the phone.

You don’t think that one deserves a photo too?

I have to leave some surprises, don’t I, Doctor Blake?

You just want me imagining how you’ll look tonight, naughty girl

Maybe

You had to rush out the door to not be late for work.

Alex was already sitting at her desk when you arrived, sliding into your chair just as Rossi appeared at his door. You saluted him, offering a grin in his direction. He rolled his eyes, disappearing back into his office. Alex’s eyes were resting on your face.

“Busy morning?” she asked.

“Some days it can be so hard to decide what to wear, you know?”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled over at you. You had to bite down on your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot, even though that’s what you wanted to do. Her eyes dipped down and you knew she was imagining what might be under your shirt.

At lunch, while spearing some salad on your fork, you figured you’d given her enough of a break. Finding the picture of your own hand wrapped around your throat, back arching into the camera, your lips open in a groan, cut off just past the tip of your nose, you hit send without thinking.

Careful, darling, you wouldn’t want to scar Reid with such scandalous photos

And how would I be scarring Reid with them?

If you insist on sending those photos while I’m talking to him, you have to reap the consequences

Consequences?

Well, unless I’ve misread the situation, I’m the only one you’re sending these photos to, and I would like to keep it that way. You look too pretty to be shared

You shifted in your seat.

So I should stop sending them? Because I have a couple more from last night I didn’t show you

Send away, pretty girl. Just be aware of who’s eyes might be seeing them

You’re the only one I want seeing them

Correct answer, my good girl

You felt yourself preen at her words. You hadn’t realised how much you would like praise until it came from her.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?”

You yelped, dropping both your phone and your fork. Morgan’s laughter followed you as you scrabbled under your desk to retrieve both. He was leaning against your desk when you emerged.

“You got a girl you haven’t been telling us about?”

“I have so many things I haven’t been telling you about, Morgan,” you replied.

“Want to fill me in?” he asked.

“Why? You that desperate to live vicariously through me while your own love life flounders?”

“I’m doing fine for myself,” he replied.

“Then keep focusing on that rather than playing detective with my life,” you said.

“You know about her mystery girl, Blake?”

You hadn’t even noticed her returning to her desk.

“If I did you would last one I told,” she replied.

“You wound me, ladies,” he said but did leave you alone after that.

You shared a look with Alex over the desk divider. There was a smirk playing around the corners of her lips and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

Later, on your way to the bathroom, you sent off another picture you’d taken. Bent over the desk in your home office, legs spread, heavy gaze looking over your shoulder, you hoped she would enjoy the imagery while sitting at her own desk.

Is that what you’ve been imagining all day? Having me bend you over my desk right here in the bullpen until you’re begging for me?

I thought I was too pretty to be shared

So you do listen to me. Good. I’ll be testing that out later tonight

Returning to your desk, she was gone, a note left by your keyboard. You plucked it up as you sat, taking a moment before you opened it. Alex’s handwriting met your eyes.

7:30pm don’t be late

An address was scrawled below. Your heart fluttered, realising that Alex must have left for the day while you were gone. It was a struggle to wait until a reasonable time to leave Quantico for the weekend. Especially as you tried to hide how eager you were, especially from Morgan who kept raising his eyebrow at you.

You rushed back to your own home, stripping out of your shirt and trousers, flinging them aside as you tried to figure out what to wear. The address was residential, and you had no idea if she’d be taking you out somewhere. A black dress. You couldn’t go wrong with a black dress. Right?

You liked how you looked in it enough, knowing that what was underneath was the real show for Alex. You did your best to change up your makeup so it didn’t just look like a less smudged version of what you’d been wearing all day. It had been a while since you’d been on a date and you wanted her to tell you how pretty you were again.

Eager, you had to sit in your car for ten minutes before knocking on the door right on 7:30. The door was pulled open and your breath caught in your chest. You’d always loved her in a turtleneck but now you were changing your mind. Your new favourite was a blouse unbuttoned just enough for you to catch a flash of lace underneath.

“My eyes are up here, darling girl,” she chuckled, finger under the chin tilting your face up to her.

“And they are beautiful,” you said, following her over the threshold, “but that doesn’t mean the rest of you doesn’t deserve my appreciation.”

She shut the door, leaning over your shoulder, bringing her face close to yours. Your eyes fell to her lips. Just as you began to lean forward, she spun away from you, crooking her finger. It took a moment for you to follow her.

“Did you dress up for me?” she asked when you finally joined her in the kitchen. Something was bubbling on the stove top, smelling delicious.

She turned to look at you when she didn’t get an answer. You nodded, clasping your hands in front of you, lowering your gaze to your feet.

“You look beautiful, darling,” she said, lifting your chin again.

The heat in your cheeks came unbidden and her eyes practically sparkled. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Almost good enough to eat,” she murmured.

She drew closer, practically pressing you against the counter. Your hands landed on her hips, wanting to draw her closer.

“So what will it be, sweet girl? Dinner or shall we head right to dessert?” she asked.

“I did well enough for dessert first?” you asked.

“This was supposed to be my turn to drive you crazy but all that’s happened is I’ve ended up being teased beyond comprehension,” she said, long fingers playing with the end of your hair, “those pictures have been driving me wild, my darling girl.”

“Then I want dessert,” you said.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She kissed you, all consuming, like she was consuming you. You pulled her closer by her hips, until your body was pressed against hers, needing her more than you’d ever needed anything before. She lifted you onto the counter, hands running up your legs until she was pushing past your skirt. Your hands pushed into her hair, kissing her from above. She was gripping your thighs with an iron grip, tongue taking its time to explore your mouth.

You loved having her between your legs, touching you, kissing you with all that intensity. You moaned into her mouth, muffled by her lips, tugging on her hair until her neck was arching up. Not able to stop yourself, you trialed your lips down, tongue darting out to taste her skin. Her fingers tightened for a moment as you found her pulse point.

She pushed you back after a moment, stepping from between your legs. You whined until she tugged you off the counter, arm wrapped around your waist. She kissed you again, softer this time, before turning you and shoving you against the counter. Her lips attached themselves to your neck, hands sliding around your body. Hands cupped your breasts and you whined again, not able to contain it. You lent back against her, head tilting as her teeth sunk in before the pain was soothed with a soft tongue, hands fondling you. Her name was a gasp on your lips, already a needy mess for her.

“Such pretty noises for me, sweet girl,” she murmured into your skin, “I want to hear them all.”

“Alex,” you begged, “please.”

“Please what?”

“I need you so bad,” you moaned as her fingers found your nipples through layers of clothing.

“Darling, you know nothing about need,” she growled, “you’ve been teasing me for weeks now. I will be taking my time with you.”

The edge of the counter dug into your stomach as she pressed you forward again, pinning you as she went back to your neck, fingers playing. Your breathing was already erratic and your knees felt weak. Her hand slid up your body, grasping your chin, turning your face towards her. Her next kiss was all tongue and teeth, moaning into your mouth while your fingers clutched at the countertop.

Her hand dipped below the neckline of your dress, seeking out more of your skin. You gasped, her fingers finding your bare breast, brushing over your hardened nipple. She made a pleased noise, kissing you deeper as she pinched. A stuttered groan fell from your lips, back arching into her touch.

“You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed, head falling back against her shoulder.

Her other hand was creeping up your skirt, fingertips soft against your skin. Finding your inner thigh, she must have been able to feel the way you were trembling. Ghosting over your covered core you would have happily let her take you against the countertop while still fully clothed.

“Come on, pretty girl,” she said, removing her hands from inside your dress, “I’m sure we can find somewhere so much more comfortable.”

She took your hand, leading you upstairs on wobbly knees. She paused part way up, hands cupping your cheek and stealing your breath in a swooping kiss. She was all there was for you.

You didn’t get the chance to look around her bedroom before she was kissing you again. Your hands were roaming up her back, pushing under her shirt, seeking out the warmth of her skin. She sighed into your mouth when your nails scraped down her spine. You’d never felt this out of control before, your sole focus on her. The rest of the world didn’t exist.

She spun you again, pushing you face first onto the bed. With a hand between your shoulder-blades, she kept you pinned to the mattress as her other hand wandered up the back of your thigh. Pushing your skirt up around your waist, one of her feet knocked yours apart. Tracing the edge of your underwear, she hummed. You squirmed.

“Hands on the bed, sweetheart,” she said.

You didn’t think, following her instructions. Her own hand ran down your spine, grasping your ass roughly.

“Keep them there, okay?” One of her fingers dipped below the line of your panties, stroking over the skin of one cheek.

“Yes, mommy,” you moaned.

A pause then a low chuckle.

“Oh, I like the sound of that from your lips,” she said.

Once again, fingers ghosted over your covered core, making you whine again, squirming as you tried to find more. Managing to find your clit through your underwear, she pressed down, for just a moment, earning a guttural moan from you.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look like this,” she said.

Her finger hooked into the waistband of your underwear.

“But this is a sight all for me, isn’t it, sweet girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” you gasped.

Slowly, she began to pull your underwear down your legs, exposing you to the air. You shivered, feeling so exposed to her. Her hands landed on your ass again, gently massaging. You felt the brush of her hair against your skin. You expected to feel her fingers or her tongue between your legs. What you felt instead, was teeth sinking into the flesh of your ass. Your surprised moan corresponded with a rush of wetness between your legs.

Fingers trailed through your folds, gathering wetness. You trembled as she found your clit again, slowly circling it. Her tongue ran over the bite mark she’d left on your body before laying soft kisses on your skin. Keeping your hands on the mattress, you tried to shift your body to get her finger where you wanted her.

“Please, mommy,” you moaned.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“I need-“ Her tongue ran over you, hot and wet, turning your words into a messy moan. You pressed your face into the mattress, not finishing your thought.

“What do you need?” she hummed against your heat. The feeling had your head spinning, “use your words, sweetheart.”

“I need-“ Her finger brushed against your clit. You couldn’t stop your hips pressing back, seeking her out.

She gave no warning as she drew back, leaving you feeling weak. She’d barely begun touching you and already you felt desperate. You held your breath, not sure what she was doing. A finger trailed through your heat again before disappearing.

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me what you need, you can put that pretty mouth to a more productive use.”

Her hands on your hips guided you up again. You whined at her fingers dipping into your heat again, ghosting over your clit, before she was turning you towards her. You watched as her fingers toyed with the buttons of her shirt.

“Here’s what’s going to happen now,” she said, popping the first button. Your mouth went dry, “are you listening, sweetheart?”

“Yes, mommy,” you said, eyes snapping back up to hers.

“Such a good girl for me. You’re going to get down on your knees and use that wonderful tongue on me. You don’t get to get up until I say you can,” she said, gently cupping your cheek, “do you think you can do that, sweet girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” you breathed.

“Help me with this, won’t you?”

Your fingers made quick work of the rest of her buttons, grazing against her skin. She shrugged the shirt off and you devoured her with your eyes. So much skin on display, so beautiful. She made your head spin.

Her fingers pushed her trousers and panties down her legs. With a strong hand on your shoulder, she pushed you down until you were on your knees, looking up at her. She smiled down at you, stroking a hand through your hair.

“So pretty,” she mumbled.

She sat on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs. Your tongue dragged along your bottom lip, not able to look away from her dripping heat. You crawled towards her, desperate for a taste.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she said, “I know you want to.”

You first taste of her had your eyes rolling back in your head. You groaned against her cunt, a little breathy moan falling from her lips. Her hands fell to your head, pressing you against her. She wound her fingers through your hair, tugging when your nose bumped against her bundle of nerves.

You lapped at her, drinking your fill. You hadn’t realised how starved you were until you were given permission to feast. Desperate to take your time with her, you let your exploration be slow. The way she moaned your name only spurred you on. You could have spent all day between her legs, bringing her to her peak over and over again for as long as she let you.

Your tongue dipped into her entrance. Her fingers tightened on your hair, an absolutely filthy moan filling the air. You pressed the flat of your tongue to her clit before beginning to circle it. Her taste was heaven and you only wanted more.

Sucking her bundle of nerves between your lips, her hips began to roll against your face. When you looked up her body, her head was thrown back, lips parted, bra gone. You hadn’t noticed her removing it and felt a dip of disappointment at that. However, watching her palm her breast made up for it.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that,” she moaned, “you’re doing so well for me.”

You moaned against her, the praise only spurring you on. Her fingers tightened in your hair, thighs begging to tremble beside your ears. You wanted more praise from her, wanting to please her. Your name was nothing but a moan on her lips. You kept her on edge for as long as you could.

When she came, it was as if you’d found nirvana. Her fingers were painful in your hair, the sound she made your new favourite sound. Looking up her body, you found her dark eyes trained on you, flush high on her cheeks. You kept going, tongue cleaning her up, not wanting to miss a drop, not wanting to waste a moment.

“So good,” she mumbled, “such a talented mouth.”

Your tongue dipped back into her entrance, shallowly fucking her. A strangled noise came from her chest and her fingers caught in your hair. She pushed you back, ignoring the way you whined. Her breathing was erratic, chest heaving. You watched, entranced, wondering when you could get your mouth on her breasts.

“Come here, darling girl,” she said, hand on your shoulder guiding you back up.

She pulled you onto the bed, kissing you before you could do anything. You landed on her lap, straddling her legs, as her tongue delved into your mouth. You groaned, shifting, your bare cunt not finding any purchase on her. She took her time, possibly pay back for how long you’d taken between her legs.

Her hands skimmed up your legs, pulling your skirt up but not touching you where you needed her most. You whined, hips rocking, looking for some friction. Continuing their journey up your body, they pressed against your lower back, moulding your body against yours. Gathering your hair into one hand, she pulled until your head was tilted to one side, her lips finding purchase on your skin.

“Are you ready to tell me what you need, sweetheart?” she murmured into the crook of your neck.

“I need you to touch me,” you moaned.

“I am touching you, sweet girl.” Her fingers trailed down your spine in emphasis.

“I need you to fuck me,” you whimpered.

“You need that, do you?” she hummed.

“Please, mommy,” you begged.

“Alright, sweet girl. You did so well for me I think I can give you that.”

Her lips were as slow as her hands as she pulled the dress off you, exposing skin inch by inch. Greedy fingers sought to map your body as you moaned into her mouth, your own caught up in her hair. Her hands trailed around your ribcage, cupping your breasts. Leaning back, she swept her eyes down to them, darkening when she saw exactly how lacy and see-through the insubstantial bra was.

“How long have you had this, sweetheart?” she asked, watching your nipple harden under the ministrations of her thumb.

“A few months,” you ground out, arching into her touch.

“And did you buy it with the intent of me seeing it?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” you replied, “I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh I do like it,” she said, laying a lingering, “I like it very much. So beautiful for me. Such a gorgeous girl.”

Her lips descended, catching your nipple between lips. You sighed, head falling back, baring yourself for her. The scrape of her teeth drew a long low moan from you.

“You look so pretty in it,” she mumbled into your skin, “but I’m going to take it off now. I want to see you completely unhindered.”

Her fingers were quick unhooking it. She helped you pull it from your body, dropping it to the floor. Her hands were back on you, fingers rolling your nipples as dark eyes watched you. She was devouring you with her gaze, playing with your body.

“I don’t think you know how long I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you like this,” she said, “how I’ve longed to touch you. So pretty. So beautiful.”

“Fuck, mommy, want you so bad,” you moaned.

“Why don’t you get on all fours for me, sweet girl?” she suggested, “you looked so pretty in that picture for me. I’d love to see it in person.”

You scrabbled off her lap to get into position, shame long since gone. With your forearms braced on the mattress, you left your ass in the air, legs spreading. Her hands were back on your skin, drawing patterns through the slick coated on your thighs.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re dripping for me,” she said, sounding so pleased by it, “have I really effected you this much?”

“You’re so hot, mommy,” you moaned as her fingers ghosted over your folds, “make me feel so good.”

Your head fell forward when you felt her tongue on you, your groan loud in the room. Your fingers clutched at the comforter as her tongue delved into you. Her hands were holding your hip, keeping them still while she drank her fill of you. The noises coming from you were not for anyone’s ears but hers. A linguist with a silver tongue was not surprising, but was driving you crazy.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” she moaned against your cunt, the vibrations making your nerve ending sing, “could spend forever right here tasting you.”

“Need more, mommy,” you whined when her tongue began to circle your clit, “please.”

Her tongue didn’t let up, exploring you for so long you thought you might not be able to remember your own name. Your internal muscles clenched around nothing and you were begging her for more, but she just kept lapping at you, never quite enough to sate your needs.

She ignored your whines as her fingers finally joined her mouth, seeking out your clit. Her tongue pushed into you as her fingers circled over your bundle of nerves. The sigh of relief at the feeling only seemed to urge her on. She fucked you with her tongue and you felt the pleasure building, the coil tightening.

She drew back, a sob falling from your lips. Your body cried out at the loss. Soft lips pressed kisses along your spine, soothing the sting but not what you needed. Her finger ghosted over your clit again. Your whimper had her chuckling against your shoulder blade.

“You make such beautiful sounds,” she said, “and so responsive to me.”

“Mommy, please,” you begged.

“Alright, sweet girl, you’re being so good for me, doing so well.”

With a hand on your shoulder she pulled you up until you were sitting on one of her thighs. One hand slid down your stomach, coming to rest at the apex of your thighs. The other trailed a path up your chest, between your breasts, until they rested against your neck, circling it, holding you upright against her.

Her fingers rubbed against you for a moment, coating themselves in your slick. Your head fell back against her shoulder, moaning when she found your clit again. Her fingers tightened for a moment around your neck just before she thrust into you.

She let you fuck yourself on her fingers, grinding down until her palm met your clit. She kept murmuring encouragement in your ear, so soft and coaxing. Her words made you breathless and her fingers felt so good and it was all becoming too much.

The hand around your neck slipped down, finding your breast again. She pinched your nipple right as she curled her fingers, finding just the right spot. Her name was a strangled moan and she picked up the pace, no longer letting you control it. Her front was pressed against your back, arms curling around you, keeping you right where she wanted you.

When you fell apart, her lips had just closed around your earlobe. Her name was a prayer on your lips and you shuddered, unable to catch your breath. The pleasure felt all encompassing, drowning out everything else.

You expected her to stop, to ease you through it, but she kept going. Your fingers dug in to her forearm but she still didn’t stop. It was overwhelming, the pleasure just on the edge of being painful.

“You can give me one more, can’t you sweetheart?” she breathed into your ear, “I just can’t help myself with you. I know I’m being greedy but you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, mommy,” you ground out.

“Good girl,” she said.

The open mouthed kisses she was pressing to your neck were soft but her fingers had set a relentless pace, thumb harsh on your clit as she worked to chase your high. You were nothing but the feeling of her on your skin, nothing but the moment her fingers curled again, the moment she bit down on your shoulder. No one had told you pain could feel so delicious.

Her hand came up to your throat again, holding you upright when all you wanted was to slump forward. The feeling of it, so on the edge of being dangerous, was addictive.

“Come on, sweet girl, I know you can do it,” she encouraged.

Your second orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks. You went rigid against her, her name practically screamed into the night air. Black spots darkened your vision and she was all you could feel. This time, her fingers slipped from you once you began to relax.

She was careful with you, lowering you onto the mattress. Arms curled around your body, pulling you in until your head was resting against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Fingers carded through your hair and soft kisses were pressed to your hairline. You looked up, seeking out her lips. She kissed you, arms tightening around you.

“You did so wonderfully for me, sweetheart,” she mumbled against your lips, “such beautiful sounds and so good at following my instructions.”

“Wanted to make you happy,” you said, pressing further against her.

“Oh, my darling girl, I’m so happy,” she said, soft kiss pressed to your forehead.

Your legs tangled with hers and you let your eyelids slip closed. Her fingers were tracing patterns down your spine and she kept running her lips along your skin.

“I’m going to clean you up, okay?” she asked, an indeterminate time later.

“‘Kay,” you said, letting her slip from your hold.

She was gone for a moment before returned, cloth damp against your skin. You watched her, the way she concentrated on you. Your heart swelled, just a little, at the sight. When she was done, you sat up, holding your arms out for her. She didn’t hesitate to join you.

“Did you leave food cooking downstairs?” you asked, remembering the smell when you arrived.

“I was making soup,” she replied, “it had a while to go simmering on the stove.”

“You knew I was going to pick dessert first.” It wasn’t a question.

“I can read you like a book.” She shrugged, “and I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

She kissed you, silencing your laughter. You pulled her closer, wanting to feel the press of her skin against yours.

“Come on, you need to eat,” she said.

She held out a hand to you, pulling you off the bed. You shivered, the air cool now you were no longer in the heat of passion. She pulled you closer, her skin warm.

“After dinner I suppose I should go,” you said, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Who said anything about you leaving this weekend?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Alex, I didn’t bring anything with me. I don’t even have a change of clothes,” you laughed. The look she gave you silenced your amusement almost before it began.

“You won’t need them,” she told you.

“What? Why?”

The look she gave you was heavy, loaded, and it made you need to press your thighs together again.

“You wanted to show off this beautiful body of yours so badly all week.” Her finger trailed down your skin, making you involuntarily arch into her, “so now I think there shouldn’t be anything hiding it from my sight.”

And true to her word you were naked until you left early Monday morning to swing by your home before returning to work feeling far more satisfied than when you’d left Friday afternoon.

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