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Two pairs of hips sway together. Rough hands clasp smooth ones. Wanda smiles as she's twirled in a circle.
Rough hands trail lower and lower down the small of her back. All while you watch from the sideline.
It frustrates you to no end, seeing Wanda with your father like this. They look happy, like the perfect couple on show for all their work friends to see.
The kind of couple that would plan an expensive party just to show off how happy they are. You know better than to believe their little show.
As much as they pretend for the camera and prying eyes, they hardly like each other let alone love.
Your father and Wanda's marriage is a sham, more of a business arrangement than any form of affection or greater love.
Your father was rarely around enough to even make an impact on your lives anymore, only showing up every once in a while for a big party to show off his perfect marriage and family, and Wanda prefers it that way. It gives her so much more time to spend with you without having to worry about him walking in.
But still when he does come around and parades his “happy marriage” in front of business partners and photographers it doesn't have the most positive impact on your mood.
You wouldn't have considered yourself a jealous person before Wanda, but now seeing her with your dad the way they're dancing happily around for to see is infuriating, even though you know how fake it all is.
In fact the only thing keeping you in the room is the short glances Wanda throws in your direction every so often. It's slightly reassuring to know that you're still on her mind, but not enough to completely squall your growing bad mood.
“Excuse me.” A light tap on your shoulder makes you jump. Your eyes follow the hand up to the face it belongs to. It's a girl, probably about your age, very pretty.
“Sorry, what?” You catch yourself staring and try to move the conversation on quickly.
“I asked if you wanted to dance.” She's confident, very self-assured in her words, like there's not even a chance you could deny her a dance.
“I uh-” You probably shouldn't, while you weren't the jealous type, Wanda most definitely was. She would not like you dancing with somebody else, but when your eyes glance to find her, she's almost completely lost in your fathers arms, not even half paying attention to you. “Of course.”
The girl- woman quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you out to the dance floor. “I'm Carol by the way.” Her arm clasps around your waist and shoulder, leading you around in a dance you're unfamiliar with.
“I’m Y/N.” You allow her to lead you around the dance floor. It's not until you sweep right by Wanda does she seem to notice you.
The look she gives you is malicious to say the least, but a mere second later it's masked with a smile so sweet it would rot your teeth.
“I know,” Carol holds your waist tighter pulling you more firmly against her body. “Our fathers are business partners.”
“Oh,” You feel your face flush at the thought of introducing yourself to someone you've already met, “We haven't met have we?”
“No, I definitely would have remembered meeting you.” She’s blatantly flirting with you, and the realization probably would have been enough for anyone else but the only thing on your mind is Wanda.
“I heard a rumor about your stepmom.” Carol suddenly pulls you very close, practically whispering in your ear.
Your spine stiffens at the possibility, but she couldn't mean- no you have been so careful, except a few times but there's no way anyone caught you.
Carol must read the change in your posture because she leans back a little. “Oh it's true then?”
“W-What? Sorry, what was the rumor?” You stammer trying to cover your tracks.
“Wanda? I heard she's like a total bitch to you.” You visibly relax in Carol’s arms.
“Oh. Who told you that?”
She leans down closer to you again. “A friend of mine said she saw Wanda yelling at you through a car window one time when you guys were at a conference in Vancouver.”
“Oh I don't think that was us, I don't remember anything like that happening.” Truth be told, you remember exactly why Wanda was yelling at you, but you can't exactly explain to a stranger why your stepmom would be so mad you jerked off.
“Hm I guess she got you guys confused then.” The way she says it makes you think she doesn't believe that at all but the conversation shifts to another topic so she's either interested in gossip or is saving it for a later date.
“Carol,” You look up as a man approaches, her father you think, “we have an early flight to catch. We must get going.”
Carol and you say quick goodbyes to each other and you think that's the end of it but just before you walk away she leans forward and presses her lips gently to your cheek, and slides a piece of paper into your palm, “you ever need to get away from evil stepmom over there just give me a call.” She nods her head in Wanda’s direction before following her father away.
You glance down at the slip of paper in your hand, her number written boldly across it before slipping it into your pocket.
You stare at her back as she leaves the venue. Only turning away when a hand brushes your arm. “Hey sweetie, enjoying the party?” Wanda’s melodic voice in your ear instantly sends shivers down your spine. You know she has to keep up appearances with your conversation in case of prying ears, but the low hiss of her voice when she slightly digs her nails into your arm is just for you, “it looks like you were enjoying something.”
“I was, Carol is very nice.” The slight twitch in Wanda's smile doesn't go unnoticed by you.
“Really? I've heard bad things about that girl. Friends say she really 'gets around’ if you know what I mean.” Wanda says as she releases your arm.
“Oh?” You can't help the smirk across your face. “Maybe I should call her then. I wasn't really sure about it but now that I know what she's really interested in I think I just made my decision.”
Wanda narrows her eyes as she stares you down. “Lose the attitude.” Is all she says as she steps back.
“Or what, mommy?” The last part is so mumbled you don't even know if she heard it until you see the dark look that flashes across her face for a second.
She opens her mouth like she's just about to say something when your father steps over, and slings an arm around her waist.
“Hey you two having fun?” His complete obliviousness to what was just happening is almost comical. A fact you would be able to appreciate if it wasn't for the way Wanda was leaning into his touch.
“Yes we were just talking about how beautiful this venue is.” Wanda must read your face better than your father can because she answers for the both of you when you fail to provide one.
“Oh yes, it's just gorgeous, isn't it?”
“Hey Allan.” He looks away from you and Wanda as one of his colleagues calls his name. “We have the shipment problem again in Pittsburg, I was gonna head there now, care to join you're better with those guys than I am. My plane is ready to go, you just say the word.”
You dad looks almost apologetically at you, and mumbles something about having to go and leaving you with Wanda before he leans over to Wanda and places a quick peck to her lips. Which she chastely returns before he pulls away.
You turn your head away as he leaves, his partner following behind him.
“Y/N,” Wanda reaches her hand out towards your shoulder but you step away, to anyone else it would look like a good stepmother trying to comfort the adult child of a father who's just left them alone once again but you both know the real reason you're upset. “Do we need to go somewhere-”
“Oh shut up.” The venom in your own voice shocks you. The air around you stills as about 20 heads in the near vicinity look your way.
Wanda looks just as shocked as everyone around you, you've never spoken to her this way even in private let alone in front of a bunch of her business partners.
As surprised as she is, Wanda, always quick to regain her composure, manages to mask her true emotions and play the part. “Excuse me?”
The last thing you should do is cause a scene, especially at a party like this and especially with how fragile your and Wanda’s relationship status is but truth be told you were never known for your clear headedness and right now, your emotions just get the better of you.
“I think you heard what I said, Wanda.” You practically spit her name out before walking past her.
“Y/N.” Much to your surprise, it’s not Wanda’s voice that calls after you, it’s your father’s. He must have stuck around just long enough to see your little outburst. “What has gotten into you? You can’t talk to Wanda that way.” Of course he has no idea what’s really happening. He just assumes you’re angry he’s leaving again and are taking it out on his ‘wife’ and in front of all the people he’s trying to impress too. “Apologize to her.”
“I- Sorry, fine whatever.” You differ because of course you do, the last thing you want is to get into it with your father when he won’t even know what you’re really fighting about.
That must be enough for him because he says quick goodbyes and hurries out. You follow his lead making your escape as quick as possible, leaving Wanda to pick up the mess of your family drama.
“Stop.” Apparently Wanda’s not as concerned with having a professional exit as you thought and as she pushes you into the nearest office you start to regret a few decisions you had made earlier.
But the regret fades away when you remember what her face looked like pressed against your fathers and your anger builds up again. You know you’re Wanda’s completely, but you want her to be yours completely.
“What the hell Y/N? I know this isn’t the easiest arrangement but I thought you would-” You smash your mouth against Wanda’s, effectively cutting her off. You grasp her wrists as you use your body to force her back against a wall.
You rut your hips against hers slightly, making her gasp. Her slightly parted lips allow you to slip your tongue into her mouth. Just the feeling of Wanda’s body against yours is enough to feel yourself start to throb in your pants.
You press your hips more firmly against hers, revealing in the way your growing erection feels trapped between your bodies.
Wanda gasps for breath as you finally pull away, moving to suck at a spot on her neck. “Y/N.” Wanda practically groans as you continue to nip and suck your way down her neck.
“I want you.” You grasp at the jacket she’s wearing desperate to see more of her.
“Stop. Now.” Despite her breathless voice you still heed Wanda’s command, pushing yourself back separating your two bodies.
Both your chests heave as Wanda stretches her arm out, placing her hand against your chest, as if she doesn’t trust you to keep your distance.
“What has gotten into you?” Wanda leans back against the wall but keeps her hand where it is. “First you act like a brat, then you yell at me in front of all our business partners, and now you demand I give myself to you?”
“What? No I-” You struggle trying to find the words, slowly understanding how you must have come off to Wanda. I mean truthfully she’s done the same thing to you many times but of course there’s different rules for you than her. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just- I just wanted to be close to you.”
Wanda finally drops her hand from your neck and runs it back through her hair. “I think you should know very well by now how this works. You want something like that, you need to ask for it nicely.” AKA beg for it, as you so often do.
Why break the pattern now? “Please Wanda I need-”
“No.” She pushes off the wall and walks towards the door. “You couldn’t honestly expect that’s the way this would go, after everything you’ve done today. Go home now Y/n, we’ll talk when I get there.”
You know better than to argue when you hear the tone of her voice so you keep your mouth shut as you watch her pull open the door and leave. You follow after her a second later but head in the opposite direction, towards your car in the parking lot.
As quickly as possible you make your way back to your father’s house.
You don’t know how long you wait for Wanda there, but it feels like an eternity before you hear the front door open.
As badly as you want to run towards her arms you sit patiently on the edge of her bed and wait for her to come home to you.
The sound of her heels dropping to the floor hits your ears as you sit up straighter trying to look perfectly presentable still in your dress clothes from the party.
Her footsteps get closer and closer until she finally reaches the doorway. “Are we going to talk like adults now or do you want to yell at me some more?”
“I’m sorry about yelling.” All your emotions from earlier have seemingly faded for now, only replaced by the desperate need for Wanda’s reassurance. “And about being a brat and about not asking before trying to touch you.” You ramble off the list of everything you’ve done wrong as Wanda approaches you.
“It’s okay,” she grabs the tie around your neck and wraps it once around her wrist before straddling your lap. “I know you just wanted my attention didn’t you? I noticed you watching me as you were dancing around with that other girl-”
“While you were dancing with him.” You can’t help the edge to your voice at the mention of earlier.
“I know it’s hard but this is the way it has to be for now.” Her hand tangles into your hair as she cups the back of your head. “I promise you, it won’t be like this forever. Someday soon it will be just you and me.”
“Okay, okay.” You mutter as you lean your head forward against her chest and wrap your arms around her waist. You want to enjoy the tender moment as long as you can but you can’t help the throbbing in your pants. “Wanda I-”
“I know I know. I can feel it.” She digs her nails into your hair and wrenches your head back, making you look up at her. “Always so needy for me aren’t you?”
“Yes, only you please.” You try to hold perfectly still, and resist the urge to wander your hands up and down her body without permission.
“Please what?” Wanda grinds down against you ever so slightly, eliciting a groan from deep in your chest.
“Please Mommy, I need you.”
“Really after everything you’ve done tonight? You need me?” Wanda pulls your tie tighter, choking you just enough to leave you lightheaded. “But do you deserve me?”
You shake your head before forcing the strangled words out, “no I don’t. I don’t deserve you but please I need you so bad.”
“Okay, go ahead baby.” She releases your head and tie as she allows you to pick her up and turn you both around, before placing her gently back down on the mattress.
Wanda grasps your hair once again and pulls it to guide your mouth to hers. This time there’s no fight for dominance, Wanda’s tongue easily slides into your mouth as you desperately try to unbutton her shirt. You have to force yourself to take your time despite how badly you just want to rip it off, knowing Wanda would most likely kill you if you ripped one of her best shirts.
After what feels like ages you manage to undo the last button and shove the shirt back off her shoulders, with her help as she lifts her upper body up for you to take it completely off.
Her bra follows suit quickly, the motion of taking her bra off such a habit to you know it’s second nature to find the clasp and tug it off.
Hardened nipples brush your hand as you palm her breasts. Wanda’s soft pants into your mouth spur you on as you tug and tweak her hardened buds. Surprisingly it’s Wanda who loses her patience first, yanking her mouth off yours and demanding, “no more foreplay,” her hands find the waistband of your pants which she tugs at, “take these off.”
No further prompting needed, you quickly pull away and unclasp your pants before sliding them down your legs. With less than half as much regard for your own clothes as Wanda you rip your shirt off and move to take the tie off as well before Wanda stops you. “Leave the tie on.”
“Why?” The question leaves your lips before you even think.
Wanda’s fingers find the end of the tie before you can even think about it and she yanks you down back on top of her. “Don’t question me.”
“Sorry Mommy.” You trace your fingers along the waistline of her pants awaiting her nod of approval before sliding them down off her legs, following them as you go.
As you toss her pants to the side you place a kiss on the inside of her ankle. Her eyes follow you as you kiss your way up her legs enjoying the way she tugs your tie when you graze her skin with your teeth.
The further you get up her leg the more excited you feel yourself grow. Her pussy is visibly wet through her red lace panties and you feel yourself twitch at the sight.
You place a chast kiss against her covered clit, catching the way her hips jump slightly. Patience was never your strong suit and you quickly lose what little amount you had lost in thoughts of Wanda as you grasp her panties with both your hands and rip it clean in half.
Wanda tugs your tie hard making you look up at her eyes. “You’ll buy me a new pair.” It’s not a question so you merely nod before going back to your previous task of trying to pleasure her.
You lick a stripe from her entrance to her clit, sighing at the taste of her arousal. Wanda moans softly as you continue to swipe your tongue around her folds.
“Come on pet, you know what to do,” as soon as the order comes, you dip your tongue into her entrance once more before latching on to her clit, sucking it into your mouth.
You use the tip of your tongue to flick at it, reveling in the way she moans loudly and tosses her head back. “Fuck just like that baby keep going I’m gonna cum.”
Wanda’s hips start to buck into your mouth slightly and you continue your ministrations as she cants into your mouth.
Her hips twitch and a moan rips from her throat as she cums. You feel her arousal gush against your chin as you feel yourself stiffen even more in your boxers.
You lick over her once more before shifting up her body and finding her mouth again. She sighs against your lips as you slide your tongue against hers, allowing her to taste herself.
Wanda’s hands find your chest as she pushes you away, you watch her proud expression as she takes in your disheveled appearance. “You can fuck me properly now.”
“What do you want, Mommy?” You can of course never resist the urge to tease.
“Oh do you not want to? That’s fine by me-”
“No no no,” you hastily shove your boxers down and grasp your hard cock, “let me fuck you I’m sorry.”
“Go ahead baby.” The words leave Wanda’s lips seconds before you guide yourself inside her.
You continue to slowly ease yourself inside her. Your chest heaves as her walls stretch around you, welcoming you in.
A collective groan leaves you both as you finally bottom out inside her. You wait for a moment, trying to give her time to adjust to your size but when she rocks her hips against yours you slowly pull back before thrusting back in.
Wanda groans as you start to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, panting and grunting as you do so. Wanda was far from your first, but you’ve never been able to get over the feeling of being inside her. No one else fit perfectly around like she did.
As good as it feels to have her warm wet embrace around you, it was always embarrassing how fast you came when she let you fuck her like this. It wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t a relentless tease about it.
Just like now you’ve been fucking into her for only a few minutes and you’re already on the verge of coming. “M-mommy I-”
“What?” Though she’s breathless the condescension still drips from her voice. “Poor baby, always cum so fast when you’re inside Mommy don’t you. You’re gonna cum now aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” your head falls against her chest as you continue thrusting inside her, desperately chasing your release, “please let me cum, I need to I’m gonna-”
Wanda yanking your tie cuts your words off as you lose your breath, “okay sweetie, be a good pet and fill your mommy up.”
A throaty moan leaves your throat as you throb and spurt your cum inside her. You continue humping lazily into her body as you slowly come down from your high.
When your hips start to twitch from the sensitivity you slowly ease out before collapsing next to her. Wanda threads her fingers through your sweaty hair before pushing you onto your back. “Not done with you yet sweetheart.”
A shiver follows every nerve ending in your body as her hand finds your, now soft and sensitive, dick. Wanda’s fingers wrap around the base and torturously slow she pumps her hand up your shaft.
Her mouth finds your ear, that she nips and sucks at until she has you writhing and squirming in her arms.
“I can’t,” you groan as she starts to tease your sensitive slit with her fingernail, “it’s too much.”
“Oh,” Wanda’s nails dig into your scalp, “you can’t be telling me no right now, I think you know better sweetheart.”
You do know better, you sure as hell know better than to tell her no twice in a row so you shakily nod your head as she places one more kiss on your neck before sitting up.
“Good because my sweet sweet pet, I haven’t tasted you properly in so long and I know how much you love my mouth.” Wanda slides down your body until her head is positioned by your crotch.
You watch as Wanda parts her lips before sticking her tongue out and swirling it around your tip. The sensitivity is too much and you try to jerk your hips away from her but Wanda digs her nails into your hips. “Hold still pet, I would hate to have to tie you up.” The excitement in her voice makes it obvious she would want nothing more than to do just that but any rational thought leaves your brain when she parts her lips and takes her cock to the base in one fluid motion.
Wanda pulls off halfway before pushing back down, swallowing your cock down until her nose bumps against your abdomen.
You whimper as her tongue touches nearly every nerve ending, getting all the right places that have you shaking and writhing beneath her, despite her threat to tie you up you can’t seem to control your body, but it doesn’t seem like she minds.
It’s not long before you’re fully erect in her mouth once again, already feeling the need to release.
“Look at that,” Wanda pants as she pulls away for a moment to breathe, “such a good little toy for Mommy, always nice and hard whenever I need you.” As she talks, Wanda replaces her mouth with her hand, slowly jerking you off. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Mommy, always ready for you,” you mumble, your brain overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Even though you tried to tell me no,” Wanda coos at you as she tightens her grip, squeezing in a way that never fails to make you squirm, “your pretty little dick just can’t help but get hard.”
“I’m sorry,” you thrust your hips up into her hand, the need to cum already overwhelming your brain once again, “I won’t ever tell you no again, just please.”
“Please what?”
“Please back in your mouth please.” You kant your hips up trying to get some relief.
“Okay my love, I’m gonna suck you off now, and I’m not gonna stop until you cum.” She kisses your tip again and your hips jump just a little, “but a warning would be nice.”
With that Wanda takes you into her mouth once again sucking you off like it’s the easiest thing in the world. She sets a steady pace, dragging her tongue up your length everytime she slides up, and swirling her tongue around the tip before sucking you back down.
Every so often she gags slightly, the vibrations spurring your pleasure on further. It’s nearly impossible to control yourself as you feel your second orgasm nearing, but you know, from experience, that bucking your hips into Wanda’s mouth without permission was, to say the least a very very bad idea.
Wanda learned very early in your time together exactly how to draw out every mewl and whine from the depths of your throat and every little noise you made while she sucked you off was music to her ears.
She knew exactly how to hit every right nerve and sensitive spot which makes it easier for her to have you on the verge of cumming again in mere minutes.
“Mommy I I’m gonna-” is all the warning you can give Wanda before you’re cut off by a moan as you release spurts of your cum into her mouth. She takes you all the way to the back of her throat and swallows around you, creating a whole new sensation that has you seeing stars. Eventually it becomes too much and you start to squirm away from her.
Wanda sits up letting your soft dick fall out of her mouth as you collapse back onto the mattress. Wanda climbs up your body, chest heaving, before laying against your side. You instinctively curl against her, tucking your head against her chest.
“Feel better now sweetheart?” Wanda says once she catches her breath.
“Was I ever upset?” You mutter against her warm skin.
“I love when you’re like this,” her fingers find your hair once again as she starts to thread her fingers through it tenderly, “all fucked out when you can’t even think.”
You hum and nod your head.
“I need to get us cleaned up.” Wanda whispers softly.
“I feel clean,” you say despite the sticky feeling from your lower abdomen to the middle of your thighs.
“No you don’t and besides I can feel your little mess between my legs. So shower or bath.”
“Bath.” Frankly you don’t trust your own legs to hold you up for long enough to shower.
“Good I love taking baths with you.” You already knew this of course, one of Wanda’s favorite things was taking care of you, that includes washing you in the bed, although she also loved to pull you back against her chest in the bath and just hold you. “What do you think, round three while we’re in there?”
This question you decide needs an answer. “Not for me.”
“We’ll see sweetheart.”