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Kate moans softly, biting her lower lip and resting her head back against the armchair she is sitting on.
Her slim fingers move with precision between her own legs, caressing herself up and down and rubbing her clit, wetness dripping down on the piece of forniture. Her free hand reaches upwards, towards her chest, and gently palms one of her own breasts, stroking the nipple.
She is naked, her beautiful and toned body glistening beneath the delicate moonlight coming through the window. It's a quiet evening, a rare occurance in New York, and the only noises filling the room are her soft whimpers and the wet sounds caused by her movements.
Each one of her legs is placed over the armrests of the chair and she spreads them more, giving herself more space to work with. She does not, however, increase the speed or intensity of her actions, enjoying the feather-like feeling of her fingertips gliding over her own skin and wanting to drag the moment out.
She gently brushes her nipple, drawing circles around it, and then proceeds to grab herself, fondling the sensitive breast.
The hand between her legs mimics the one on her chest, sliding its digits around her clit and barely touching it, before giving in to the pleasurable feeling and pressing down on it.
She exhales a throaty moan as she touches herself, rubbing circles on the sensitive button with steady rythm but without enough energy to push herself over the edge. She takes her time, reveling in the teasing actions, as her breathing becomes ragged and her hips push lightly against her hand. Her movements are precised, studied and thought-out, almost like she is giving a show.
The room is so quiet that, had she not known otherwise, she would have thought she was alone.
But, despite the silence, she can still feel a pair of hungry eyes boring into her skin and that is enough to send shivers through her body.
She licks her lips and straightens her head, not stopping her movements, as she looks ahead of her.
"Enjoying the view?" She speaks, voice low and raspy.
In front of her, naked and kneeling down, is Yelena.
She looks meek, harmless and shockingly submissive, as she keep her arms behind her back, wrists crossed and fists closed.
There are no bounds or ropes holding her in place. She doesn't require them, because Kate knows that the moment she gives her an order, the blonde can't help but obey, needing nothing more that the archer's voice to immediately submit and do as she is told, not even thinking about going against her Mistress' will.
The dominance and control that she has over the beautiful woman sends a rush of pleasure through the brunette's body as she looks at her.
Yelena's chest, given her position, is lightly pushed out, breasts round with perky and sensitive nipples, and her breathing too is laboured and uneven. The curves of her hips are feminine and silky while her stomach is toned and fit, her back is soft and smooth but her shoulders are strong, and her thighs are tender and creamy but the muscles beneath are firm and agile.
Her whole body is a self-contradictory compound of delicacy and power.
And it's insane of well it fits with Yelena's personality.
Beneath her stern gaze, the russian feels under scrutiny and she has to clench her thighs to contain her arousal.
Her face is framed by long blonde bangs, which she had let grown because Kate had told her she looked beautiful like that, and her throat is trapped inside a black, leather collar, accompanied by a chain leash, which is now dangling down from her neck and resting on the armchair.
Neither of them knows exactly how this whole thing started, when this peculiar dynamic began developing in their relationship.
If they had to pick a specific moment, it would probably be that one night when the brunette had decided to be a little more assertive, more controlling, rougher even, and things had ended up with Yelena begging beneath her and coming harder than she ever had before.
It was unexpected, given the russian's stubborn personality and the brunette's playful one, but, nonetheless, it left them both satisfied and eager to try again. So they did, each time more and more intense, until it led them to where they are now, in a full dom/sub sexual relationship.
Still having to answer the quesiton, the russian nods energetically, soft locks of her hair slipping out of her messy bun.
The archer, who was still touching herself up until that point, suddenly stops her movements and responds by frowning, a disappointed grimace crossing her face, as she straightens up lightly. She grabs the leash, but shows no intention of pulling it, giving the submissive a chance to reconsider her answer.
"Use your words, pet" Kate's tone is firm and demanding.
Yelena licks her lips, overwhelmed by nervousness and arousal, and barely manages to speak.
When she does, her voice is weak and trembling. "Y-yes" She mumbles, pupils blown with desire and cheeks red.
The brunette then sighs loudly, rolling her eyes, and she lowers both legs, planting her feet on the floor. Now, after the woman's unsatisfying responde, she abruptly yanks on the leash, forcing the blonde's gaze upwards, and she leans closer, faces only a few inches apart.
"Yes what?" She asks.
Yelena yelps at the sudden and harsh movement, the collar digging into her skin, and she looks up at the woman with submissiveness.
"Yes. I love watching you touch yourself, Mistress" She says finally, gulping, voice strained.
"Mh-mh" Kate hums deeply, rasing her other hand to grip the russian's chin, keeping her head in place as she licks her lips "Good girl" She adds, before patting the woman's cheek mockingly, and Yelena's pussy clenches at the action, feeling a hint of shame at how much her body enjoys being treated like a little toy to play with.
She watches as the brunette shifts her whole body on top of the armchair, now sitting on the edge of it, and spreads her legs.
The inviting smell of the archer's arousal overwhelms her senses and Yelena takes a deep breath, as her gaze drops down to her wet centre, the collar still digging lightly into her neck. Her mouth gapes open at the sight and she finds herself painting, a surge of desire pooling in her lower stomach, and she desperately aches for a taste.
She aches to bury her tongue between the soaked folds and lap up her juices, wanting nothing more than to give pleasure to her Mistress and hear her moans as she comes all over her face. The thought alone is enough to make her lightly cream herself, a few drops of juices spilling out of her, as her clit begs for some attention.
She shifts uncomfortably on her knees.
"What is it?" Kate asks, not needing words to sense that her pet is thinking about something "Tell me what you want".
Yelena moves her gaze from the woman's centre to her face, her pupils blown, and tries begging silently for it. Unfortunately, she already knows that the archer will gave her nothing unless she asks for it, she knows that her Mistress loves to see her flustered and embarrassed as she forces the filthy words out of her mouth.
"I-I..." The blonde mumbles, her mind clouded by the brunette's dominance and by her own wetness, now dripping down her thighs.
"I-I-" Kate mocks her, looking down at her with disappointment "You're so desperate you can't even talk now?"
Yelena's pride takes a hit at the words and she lowers her head, eyes dropping to the ground.
She almost looks sorry, as if she feels guilty for disappointing the woman and is trying to quietly apologize.
At the same time, once more, her centre pulses, enjoying being a little mistreated.
The archer pulls on the leash again, urging her submissive to answer, and the russian almost loses her balance,
"Oh... God. Please, Mistress..." She quickly replies, panting "I want you to fuck my mouth" She then quickly adds, eyes still lowered.
A wicked grin appears on Kate's face, as she admires the redness on the blonde's face, clearly pleased by how railed up she looks. She can't think of anything that turns her on more than degrading Yelena, making her feel humilated and knowing that she enjoys it too, as much as she tries to hide it.
There is an indescribable sense of power in having a dangerous black widow submit to her.
The archer moves her hand in a circle, so that part of the leash is wrapped around her wrist, allowing her to have a stronger and firmer grip on it. Her other hand is still holding onto the russian's hair, her fingers digging in-between the soft locks, and she uses it to pull her face back up, their eyes meeting again.
She admires the woman's dark pupils and, shortly after, sits up rapidly, movements harsh and unkind.
The action forces the blonde to look upwards, her neck strained by the position as the object around her throat sinks into her skin, sending pleasurable jolts of pain through her body, and she can't do anything but get used to the uncomfortable new angle.
Now, she is even closer to the woman's wet pussy and a strained moan escapes her lips, as the archer towers over her.
"Open" She orders, as she pulls on her hair "And stick your tongue out".
Yelena complies immediately, doing as she is told, and she thinks about how she must look right now.
On her knees, collared, desperately hungry for her Mistress and staring up at her like a helpless puppy.
She admires the archer's body, the toned muscles of her arms, her round breasts and her flat stomach. The russian is in awe at Kate's beauty and her heart skips a beat, feeling lucky that the woman loves her and her only.
"Mmh... so fucking obedient" The archer growls in satisfaction and bites her lip.
She stalls for a few moments, the blonde staying put in position, and she studies the girl below her, taking in her appearance.
The brunette steps closer, her wet pussy lips only a couple inches away from Yelena's mouth, but still not close enough to touch.
She chuckles deeply as she notices the woman's eyes light up and her tongue lightly dart upward, trying to get a taste.
"You look so pathetic like this" Kate speaks, teasing her more "So desperate to put your mouth on me, needing me to come all over you face... You're fucking starving for it, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress" Yelena answers with a raspy voice and shifts her weight on her knees, trying to keep her balance.
The archer doesn't say anything more but moves so that her core is just above her tongue, barely grazing it.
She lifts the hand that's not holding the leash, only briefly letting go of her hair, and places two fingers over her own clit, rubbing it softly as a few, weak whimpers leave her lips.
She keeps it up, until she feels more juices starting to gather between her legs. Then, still making sure to not touch her, she lets a few drops of her wetness drip down and land into the blonde's mouth, giving her a very small taste.
Yelena pants at the sensation, eyes becoming hooded, as every passing second makes her ache for more.
They stay like this for a couple of seconds, before a decent amount of wetness is collected on the girl's tongue, and then Kate stops.
The russian doesn't need to be told anything, knowing very well what her Mistress expects of her.
So, forcing her eyelids open, she holds the brunette's gaze as she swallows every drop of cum, the substance being too delicious and precious to even think about letting just the smallest quantity of it go to waste. She drinks everything up, humming in appreciation at the taste, and then sticks her tongue back out.
Kate looks down at her with pride on her face and moves her hand back to her hair, smearing some wetness over it.
"God, you make such a good, little submissive" She whispers, voice laced with desire, making the ex-widow blush at the praise.
Then, finally, she lowers herself onto the girl's mouth.
Yelena immediately closes her eyes, relaxing into the action, as the archer places her clit on the tip of her tongue and then pushes her hips forward. She releases a breathy moan as the wet muscle slides all the way down to her entrance, licking across her pussy lips, and she repeats the movement, keeping a steady and slow rhythm. "Mmh..." Kate whimpers and shuts her eyes in pleasure, humping back and forth.
She is not pushing down with her whole weight, using instead just the right amount of pressure to rub herself over the flat surface, teasing both herself and the russian. Yelena's tongue feels warm and soft between her legs, her orgasm very slowly building up because of it, as she keeps rocking her hips, her juices mixing up with the woman's spit.
She feels her pussy throb with desire, her clit hardening with each movement.
The blonde is reminded of the leash around her neck when Kate pulls on it again, stopping for a second, and uses both hands to move her face so that she can get the perfect angle. Once she is satisfied enough with the repositioning, she shifts her centre so that its entrance is lined up with the tip of Yelena's tongue and then proceeds to lower herself on it.
She presses down and, at the same time, pulls the russian into her by her hair, allowing her muscle to slip inside.
Both women moan at the action, before Kate starts to roll her hips, drawing circles and fucking herself on the widow's mouth, as her walls clench around her. The position allows the brunette's clit to rub against the submissive's nose, sending powerful sparks of pleasure straight to her lower stomach, her orgasm now being much, much closer.
Kate is panting, her muscles tense and skin sweaty, and she feels a copious amount of wetness gush of out of her, smearing over Yelena's nose, lips, and then dripping down her chin, essentialy making a mess on her face.
Unable to breathe properly, the blonde feels like she is drowing, submerged by her Mistress' juices and essence.
A muffled moan escapes her lips and she thinks that she would gladly die for Kate. Under any circumstances.
Suddenly, overwhelmed by arousal, she starts to feel desperate, wanting more and needing more, and she lets herself lose control for once. Shutting down the submissive part of her brain that's telling her not to do anything without direct permission, she moves her head upwards and dives into the woman's sweet centre, tasting, licking and swallowing.
Taken aback by the sudden action, the brunette gasps, in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, and tenses up.
Yelena moves her tongue in and out of her, sliding all over her lips, lapping up and drinking her juices, as she pants desperately.
She feeds on Kate as if she hasn't eaten in weeks, losing herself in the moment.
"Ugh... fuck" The younger woman can't help but relax and give in to the delightful attentions, as she moves in synch with the tongue between her legs. She allows herself to enjoy the moment, eyes close and mouth agape, as she feel a white, powerful heat start to spread everywhere.
Then, after a few seconds, she suddenly remembers that she is supposed to be in charge, almost like the pleasure had briefly blinded her and made her forget what her role is and what is Yelena's. So, she harshly pulls at the leash.
"Hey!" The archer's voice thunders into the empty bedroom.
The blonde flinches back, deataching herself from the woman.
Her eyes are wide and rapid, her expression worried and apologetic, as the fear of having done something wrong settles on her stomach.
Kate looks down at her, pupils blown and breathing ragged. "Don't you dare move" She growls, tone firm and demanding, as she steps back just a little so she grab her chin "I'm fucking you, not the other way around".
Then, to make sure her point comes across, she smacks Yelena, who clenches her eyes shut and turns her head in reaction.
It wasn't too harsh, but just strong enough to remind the woman of her place and, as if it the situation wasn't already pretty humilating, the blonde hears herself let out a high-pitched moan at the action, as some wetness drips down her thighs.
The archer takes her chin between her fingers again and looks at her, expectantly, as she admires the juices smeared all over her.
"Of course, yes. I'm sorry, Mistress" The russian pushes the words out through irregular breaths, her eyes begging to resume what had been interrupted.
The brunette moves her grip to her hair and manouvers the blonde in place, bringing her mouth back between her legs.
This time, Yelena remains still and Kate carries on with what she was doing, sinking on the woman's tongue and exhaling deeply.
She moves forward and backwards, left and right, and occasionally rolls her hips, finding back her rythm as her breathing grows quicker.
The blonde can't do anything but let out muffled moans as the woman does as she pleases with her mouth, her grip steady and unbreakable, and she focuses on keeping her tongue out and ready for her mistress. As much as she would like to activily eat her out, she has to settle for this, still being able to savour the delicious taste and enjoy the dirty sensation of wetness dripping down her face.
Now, the archer is being less gentle, picking up speed as she mercilessly grinds down on her, selfishly chasing her own orgasm.
A strain of moans and whimpers falls out of her lips as she get closer and closer.
"You love being used like this, don't you?" Kate speaks, voice raspy and deep, her core clenching "You love it when I use you like a little fuck-toy to get myself off" She adds, degrading Yelena, who, once again, feels a spark of excitement and shame at how intensely her body reacts to the naughty words and whines weakly.
Her moans become louder and more frequent and her movements harder and faster, as she pulls at the leash, blinded by the pleasure.
The russian struggles to breath properly but focuses on staying still and steady, not wanting to disappoint her Mistress any more.
The archer's thrusts are erratic and her thighs start to shake with pleasure.
Soon enough, she lets out a deep, long groan and feels herself cream all over the woman's mouth, her body bending forward.
The pleasure powerfully overtakes her, her lower stomach clenching and muscles tensing, as she spills everywhere.
Once the wave is over, Kate takes a big breath and tries to calm her racing heart, keeping the blonde in position and feeling her swallow as much as she possibly can. "You better not waste a single drop" She says, as feels the woman's mouth nuzzled between her legs, and waits for her to gulp it all down.
After a while, she steps back, still holding her head, and admires the mess she has made all over the girl.
They look at each other, both panting heavily, and stay in silence for a few moments.
Then, the brunette gathers some of the wetness smeared on Yelena's face with her fingers, before pushing them forcefully inside her mouth.
The russian gladly accepts them, allowing the long digits to sink fully between her lips, down to the knuckles.
She swallows diligently around them, moaning loudly, and drinks up what's left of her Mistress' juices.
"Jesus, look at you" Kate rasps, pumping her fingers gently as the blonde stares up at her with wide, green eyes.
The archer almost growls at the sight, still turned on beyond belief, panting and harshly pulling on the leash.
"Get up, quick" She says and Yelena almost immediately jumps on on her feet, following the movement of the collar chain and finding herself standing in front of the archer, chest brushing together and the brunette stil towering over her even when she is not on her knees.
Not a second passes before Kate grabs her hips and crashes their lips together, hungerly and feverishly kissing her.
Yelena melts into the action, moaning deeply against the archer's mouth as she responds to the kiss, but keeps her arms behind her back, not having received direct permission to move them. Their warm, naked bodies press together, as their tongues touch and taste eachother, and the blonde feels her heart swell with affection, knowing the effect she has on her Mistress.
The brunette's hands slide down, grabbing her backside and pushing their lower bodies together, hips slightly grinding against eachother.
When their breathing starts to get laboured, Kate reluctantly pulls away, their lips still brushing and noses touching. With unexpected gentleness, she captures the blonde's mouth in a few, delicate kisses, enjoying the soft feeling of the woman's lips as she holds her close.
Eventually, they stop and take a couple of seconds to look at one another, relaxing into this moment of calm and satisfaction.
Green and blue eyes meet, fueled with desire and attraction, but also love and devotion.
Kate throws the russian a loving smile and softly kisses the tip of her nose.
"You are so beautiful, little pet" She says and Yelena's heart skips a beat.
She leans towards her neck, kissing and marking the heated skin, and leaves a trail of pecks up to her ear, before speaking again.
"I can't wait to fucking ruin you..." She whispers, her tone back to sounding assertive and controlling "To make you miserable and have you begging for me" She adds, voice dropping lower as she bites her gently.
The russian whimpers, closing her eyes, and leans into the contact, still very aware of the neglect pussy between her legs.
"Please, Mistress..." She whispers, her body shaking in anticipation at the thought of finding the much needed release.
Kate pulls away and playfully slaps her backside with one hand.
"Let's see if you deserve to come then".