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Harrowhark Nonagesimus was many things. She was the best student in every single class she took. She was the co-president of four different school organizations. She was brilliant. She was a star in her own right.
She was not a simp.
At least that's what she told herself over and over, whispering under her breath as she made her way to the apartment complex about 15 minutes away from campus. It's what she told herself as she had gotten ready earlier that night, taking extra time to school her shoulder-length black hair into what she believed might be considered cute. It's what she told herself as she bought the matching black lace bra and thong set she saw earlier that week.
It was on sale. She had reminded herself, calming down somewhat as she had rung the bell. I am not a simp.
Apparently Gideon Nav's roommate, Camilla Hect, was away for the week on some sort of field trip for some class Environmental Science majors had to take. The first time something like this had happened, Gideon had taken it as an opportunity to send Harrow the most graphic block of text Harrow had ever read. She, of course, said yes. She wasn't going to let anyone think she would back down from a challenge.
Because that's all it was -- a challenge. And it was a challenge every time after that. It was a challenge now. Because Gideon fucking Nav certainly did not have the power over Harrow to make her feel...things. And Harrow did not gawk at Gideon's muscular figure as she passed the fields every time she made her way back to her on-campus apartment. She most certainly did not fantasize about that very same muscular physique on top of her while she fingered herself at night. She also did not think about that tongue that was always obscenely out of Gideon's mouth in every fucking Instagram selfie and what such a long organ could do -
She was not a simp.
Which was why, as she entered Gideon's apartment, the first words out of her mouth were, "On your knees, bitch."
For her part, Gideon's surprised expression barely lasted a second before it melted into a knee-numbing smirk. The uneven kind, with her mouth tilted more one way than the other. Harrow kept her hand on the door knob to steady hersel - er, maintain an air of dominance. She kept her breathing even as she watched Gideon's bright golden eyes turn a dark amber. Even in the dark, her red hair was a brilliant shock to Harrow's system. Was she growing it out?
Harrow's voice did something unauthorized as Gideon slowly sank to her knees, and something completely indescribable as she began to fucking crawl towards Harrow.
She felt Gideon bite the hem of her ridiculously short skirt before her mind registered that her eyes were watching it happen. She watched as Gideon lifted the hem of the skirt and felt a tremor rock down her spine as Gideon pressed her face into Harrow's barely-clad pussy and fucking inhaled.
"This what you want, bitch?" Gideon's smirk was present even in her voice.
"Fuck," was all Harrow managed to voice out as she finally found out just what that stupidly long tongue could do. Through the lace.
"This is pretty. Is it new?"
"Sh - shut up!"
"Aw, what's the matter? Just teasing," Gideon smiled as she pulled back. Harrow's eyes caught the glisten on her lips. Fuck.
"That's precisely the problem." Harrow kept her voice from doing what she could only describe as wobbling.
"Oh? You don't want a tease?" That fucking tongue again. On Harrow's thighs. Dancing in circles.
"I didn't come all this way to be teased. If you're incapable of getting me off, you can just say so and stop wasting my time."
"Funny," Gideon's expression morphed into mock-seriousness as her hand went up Harrow's skirt. The brunette felt her traitorous pussy drool onto Gideon's fingers through the lace. Gideon pulled the fingers back and pretended to examine them. "That's what you said the last time."
Before Harrow could even form a sharp retort, she felt Gideon's fingers again. Gripping the lace thong. Pulling. She heard it rip at the same time she heard herself moan desperately. Then Gideon was suddenly standing in front of her, pushing her onto the door. Pushing two fingers inside her soaking sex.
"And yet..." Gideon's voice was breathy against her throat. Harrow couldn't form a sound for the life of her.
"...my track record..." Fingers. Moving. Fucking hell that felt so fucking good.
"...clearly demonstrates..." The fingers stopped as Gideon moved her attention to the buttons on Harrow's shirt. The brunette wanted the fingers back. She grabbed somewhere in the middle and pulled. Buttons popped. She didn't care. She hadn't had this in two months. She could buy a new shirt. Gideon's smiled her stupidly dazzling smile again. Then pushed two fingers inside Harrow as she bit the brunette's left breast through the lace bra. Hard.
Harrow howled as she came. Shuddering and scratching at the front door as her knees gave out from beneath her.
"...that I am, in fact, fully capable of getting you off." Gideon finished with a satisfied expression.
Harrow glared at her from her awkward position of half-standing, half-leaning against the door.
"That the best you can do, Griddle?" the retort came out in-between a series of heavy breaths.
Ignoring the nickname, Gideon's knee-numbing smirk returned. "Oh of course not. We're just getting started darling. Can you stand? We're taking it to the room. Wouldn't want anyone passing by to know how you sound when I shut your brain down."
Harrow refused to dignify that with an answer. She wobbled to an upright position and shouldered past a laughing Gideon into the room. She stopped short at the doorway.
Gideon's laughter paused. "Something wrong, Nonagesimus?"
"Yes, something is wrong! Why the fuck are there glow-in-the-dark stars in your room?"
Gideon shrugged as she calmly approached the brunette.
"I don't know, 'cause they're pretty? And they're kinda sentimental."
Harrow scoffed. "It's pretty childish, Nav. What are you, five? Can you even count to five?"
Harrow somewhat playfully insulting Gideon's intelligence was rather commonplace, but something shifted in the redhead's countenance this time. Before the brunette could find a way to backtrack, Gideon's retort came.
"Oh yeah? Lie on that bed right now and we'll see who can count to five by the end of the night."
Any chance of establishing dominance left Harrow as she wordlessly climbed onto Gideon's queen bed. She watched in fascination as Gideon walked into the room, closed the door, then reached into her closet for something. Harrow's mouth went dry as she beheld the riding crop in Gideon's hand.
"We talked about it last time, remember?" Gideon's eye had a sparkle Harrow hadn't seen before. Her pussy gushed at the sight of it.
"But if you don't want to, we don't have to. At all." Gideon's expression softened.
"N-no!" the word flew out of Harrow's mouth before she could stop it. She watched Gideon as she watched her. The brunette cleared her throat. "I mean, I want it." She had never heard her voice sound so meek.
The sparkle returned to Gideon's eye. That knee-numbing smirk again. What a combo. Harrow stamped that mental image in her mind for later use.
"Good. Hands and knees, bitch. Ass towards me."
Harrow quickly obeyed. She would have berated herself if she had the faculties to do it. Currently, the star of every wet dream she had ever had since she started college was about to commit an act that was, until now, merely a wet dream. She would shut her own brain down if it hadn't already stopped functioning.
"We're going to start simple. I'm going to flog you precisely twenty times, but for you, we'll count it as four groups of five. Ain't Math fun, Harrow?"
Harrow frowned and was about to say something when Gideon grabbed the brunnette's hair and pulled her up.
"I said," Gideon's voice was a sensual whisper. Harrow whimpered. "Ain't. Math. fun. Harrow?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Yes what?" Gideon pulled again.
"Yes, Gideon."
Harrow heard the redhead let out a satisfied sound. Her grip didn't relent, though.
"Safeword?"
"Ossa." Latin for 'bones.' Gideon didn't ask then and she didn't ask now. So long as the word made Harrow feel safe, and Harrow could recall it at will, Gideon was perfectly fine. A part of Harrow was thankful for that.
"Good. And you'll use it whenever you feel the need to pause, to stop, as soon as you are not comfortable, okay?"
Harrow nodded.
"Words, darling."
"Yes, Gideon."
"Good girl," Gideon smiled as she released the brunette. Harrow's hair flopped with her neck. She barely held back her moan.
Harrow felt moisture slide down her thighs. Fuck Gideon and her teasing. But oh, what she would do to hear the redhead call her that again.
"Now, this is how it's going to work. You will receive four sets of spankings. Five per set. You will count each time the crop hits your ass."
Harrow made an undignified sound.
"And don't worry about failure. You never fail. Isn't that right, Harrow?"
The brunette felt her pussy clench tightly. Fuck. This was...fuck.
"Yes, Gideon." she moaned out.
"Good girl!"
She licked her lips and dug her fingers into the sheets to stamp down the temptation to clench her thighs. Gideon wouldn't like that. Wait, what - ?
"And between each spanking set, I will finger fuck you."
Holy.
Shit.
"And you are not allowed to cum."
Harrow was going to say something when Gideon's hands found their way into her hair again. She was pulled into an upright position, body pressed against Gideon's ridiculously ripped figure. Her breath came in pants. Gideon's tickled her ear.
"Because this is punishment, you see, for once again questioning my ability to get you off, and then insulting my intelligence. If you're a good girl -"
Harrow's eyes rolled back as she whimpered.
"- you won't stop cumming tonight until you fucking beg. That's a promise." With that, she released Harrow. The brunette had just gotten herself back into position when the sting and shout of the crop reverberated across her left ass cheek.
"One!"
Again.
"Two!"
Again.
"Three!"
Again.
"Four!"
Again.
"Five!"
Then the fingers.
Ohhhh the fingers.
Harrow gripped the sheets for dear life. Fuck she was getting close. But Gideon had told her not to come.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh fucking shit fuck -
"I'm close!" She yelled before she could help herself.
The fingers were gone.
Gideon gave her some time to correct herself. Then the crop landed again. and again. and again. and again. and again. And every time Harrow counted. Five came out in a stutter.
Then the glorious agony of the fingers. Harrow fell to her elbows as Gideon's expert digits squelched inside her. Fuuucckkk she was cumming again.
"C-close!" She shouted again. Then the sweet torment stopped. How she was going to do two more rounds of this was beyond Harrow.
Gideon laughed as she pulled her fingers out of the brunette.
"Good girl. Let's get you fully undressed now, shall we?"
Harrow was beyond response at this point. She still maintained the faculties to reach out to try to remove Gideon's oversized T-shirt and mindlessly paw at Gideon's shorts. The redhead smiled indulgently.
"Not yet, darling. I want to break your mind a little before we get to me."
The sound that escaped Harrow was not one that she knew she was capable of making.
"Back to position, Nonagesimus. Two more rounds!"
The next round went by in a haze. Harrow's mind was gone. She stuttered and stammered through the numbers. Gideon paused indulgently each time she struggled, that knee-numbing smirk ever-present on her face. Harrow's brain sent a ridiculously strong jolt down her spine when she mumbled the last "five" through a mouthful of drool. She didn't understand the Pavlovian response until the fingers returned. Her arms could no longer hold her up; she had given up trying. Gideon had apparently been holding back before because she was fucking pounding Harrow now. It took every bit of willpower the brunette could muster to yell, "CLOSE!"
Gideon stopped and pulled her fingers out of Harrow's fucked-out sex. Harrow was a panting mess on the bed. Her hair was in disarray. Her ass was blazing red. Her limbs were jelly.
"One more round, darling." Gideon's voice was strained. Harrow distantly realized that Gideon must be soaking wet.
"Safeword Harrow."
"Ossa." Fuck. Her voice sounded like shattered concrete.
"Remember to use it, okay? Can you go one more round?"
"Yes, Gideon."
Harrow gathered what was left of her battered mind and pushed herself into an all-fours position. She did not bother to suppress the moan that tore its way from the core of her being when the crop landed.
"O-o-one," she stuttered as drool began to gather in her mouth again.
The crop landed again.
Fuck. What came after? What had she just said?
"Two, darling."
Drool pooled over her chin. She was a moaning mess. She couldn't process a single thought.
"T-t-t-tw-two,"
Again, she felt and heard the 'SMACK!' that shook her from within. She couldn't provide the next number if she tried. And she was beyond trying.
Gideon guided her through to five, and with the final 'five,' her fingers were in Harrow's pussy before she could blink.
"Such a good girl for me," Gideon harshly whispered into Harrow's ear. She easily flipped the brunette as though she were a mere rag doll. That fact would have turned Harrow on if she were capable of being more turned on than she was in that moment.
The glow-in-the-dark stars that she had mocked earlier appeared to mock her right back as the went in and out of focus in her vision.
"Such a good fucking girl." Harrow made a series of unintelligible sounds as Gideon's fingers completely unwound any facet of her mind she had held onto. Gideon's perfect fucking fingers and Gideon's perfect fucking words and Gideon's perfect fucking body and lips and fuckkkk her mouth. The warm wetness of her mouth. Harrow moaned into the kiss. Couldn't stop moaning if she tried.
"Ready to cum for me, darling?" Gideon bared her teeth on Harrow's neck. Her moans turned to groans and grunts which eventually became screams. Oh fuck she was screaming. She was screaming and she was gone and she was going to cum she was going to cum she was going to cum oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!
Harrow made a sound like tearing metal as what was definitely the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced roared through her body like a tidal wave. Her world turned white. She clawed and gasped and held on to Gideon with a vice grip. The redhead didn't relent much, only slowing down until almost-stopping when Harrow was fresh post-orgasm and too sensitive for speed. As soon as Harrow started getting into it again, practically riding Gideon's hand with the way her hips began to sway and gyrate, Gideon would increase the force and the speed of her finger-fucking again. Harrow skipped from orgasm to orgasm.
True to her word, Gideon did not stop until Harrow gathered the mental strength to scream "PLEASE! OSSA!"
The place reeked of sex. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room. Harrow's limbs were entangled with Gideon's. She liked that, she realized, a lot.
"Nine," Gideon panted, smiling wildly.
Harrow looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"That's how many times you came, darling." She winked.
Harrow giggled. An honest-to-God giggle. She watched as Gideon untangled a hand to reach over her to water bottles she always kept on the nightstand.
"Here. Your throat's probably fucked with all that screaming I made you do. So much for the neighbors not hearing you."
Harrow gladly accepted the water and gulped it down as Gideon gulped down another bottle beside her. Then they lay in silence again.
"Your turn," she whispered seductively.
"You're literally the most submissive sub there is, Harrow, even though you're a fucking brat. And I don't think your limbs will be of much use to you for the next couple days."
"It takes two to tango, Griddle, and I don't intend to dominate."
"Hm? Is that so? 'On your knees, bitch.' ring a bell?" Gideon's smirk returned.
"I'm not going to respond to that."
"Ay, you tried. B+ effort."
"You got on your knees!"
"And proceeded to top from the bottom."
"Fine. I'll concede your points."
Gideon smiled triumphantly.
"But my tongue is still very much functional," she smiled seductively at Gideon, the smile she knew could make even fucking Gideon Nav melt in her hands.
"Oh yeah?" Gideon's eyes darkened again.
"Mhmmm. And I bet I can get you to cum five times."
"Well, you'd better not do the counting. You're kinda bad at it."
Gideon laughed as Harrow playfully swatted at her. The laughter turned to breathy moans as Harrow's kisses stole her breath away.
She smiled up at her glow-in-the-dark stars as the brunette kissed and sucked and bit her nipples, then her stomach, her hips, her thighs.
Then Harrow's tongue lapped at her soaking sex and Gideon saw stars as she closed her eyes and descended into bliss.