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You startled when you heard the front door bang open, nearly jumping up from your seat at the table before you realized it was Wanda. The door slammed shut, and mere moments later Wanda was storming into the kitchen.
Despite the obvious tension in her shoulders and her mild aggression, she smiled softly at you, seemingly relaxing at the very sight of you.
“Hi, baby,” she said. “How’s my sweet girl?”
You crossed the room quickly to throw yourself into her open arms. “Hi, Wanda,” you whispered against her neck. “Missed you.” Wanda’s hands stroked up and down your back as she pulled you into her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, sweetheart, just had a long day,” she told you.
“Can I do anything for you? Let me help,” you urged softly, pulling away to look at her.
Wanda contemplated your request — you could tell by the way she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes darkened suddenly, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Yes, actually, there is something you can do for me.”
Her tone shifted. It was slight, barely audible, but you knew exactly what it meant. The quiet rasp her voice took on, the way her pitch lowered, the way her eyes dropped to your lips. It wasn’t much different from the usual sickly sweet voice she used with you, but it excited you in a way nothing else could.
“Why don’t you go on to the room and Mommy will join you in a few minutes?” She suggested. You knew, despite her wording, that it was an order, so you nodded. “Mommy’s going to play with her dolly, alright?”
“Yes, Mommy,” you said, feeling an ache settle between your legs.
You quickly turned away and hurried to the room, your head starting to swim as you thought about the way Wanda had been looking at you. Sitting yourself on the edge of the bed, you waited for Wanda patiently as you wondered what she had planned for you.
Moments later, Wanda appeared in the doorway. She stood for a few seconds, just staring at you as you sat obediently waiting for her.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” she murmured. You smiled at her, feeling a familiar floaty sensation fill your head. “Gonna be so good for Mommy?”
You nodded. “So good.”
“Tell Mommy how good you’ll be for her, baby,” she urged, eyes raking across your body.
“I’ll be so good for you Mommy,” you said. Wanda raised an eyebrow, prompting you to continue. “Do whatever you say, let you do what you want.” You squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself ache deep in your stomach. “Please come here, Mommy,” you whined.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed and her breath grew heavier. She stared at you a few moments longer, obviously undressing you with her eyes, before she stalked across the room toward you.
She pushed you back into the bed, groping your tit roughly as she did. You gasped into her mouth and she bit your lip, letting her teeth knock against yours. She climbed on top of you, straddling your waist, and grabbed your wrists to pin them above your head. Her lips crashed into yours again, and the heat in your face intensified. The longer she kissed you, the longer the wet, smacking noises of her lips moving against yours filled your head, the less you could think. Your head was quickly filled with nothing but her and the way she was touching you.
Her lips travelled to your jaw and you moaned, feeling her nip and suck at the skin there. She scraped her teeth down your neck before sucking at your pulse point, marking you there quickly and carelessly.
“Mommy!” You whined. “Gentler, please.”
Wanda scoffed. “You’re so dumb, aren’t you?” You shook your head. “So naive… Mommy’s not going to be gentle with you tonight, dolly.” She pinched your nipple through your shirt, tightening her grip on your hands. “You have no idea just how badly Mommy wants to fuck the innocence out of you. Just want to corrupt you and use you until you’re a sobbing mess.”
Your eyes widened as they met Wanda’s, staring down at you with a hunger and a darkness you’d never seen so openly from her. You’d seen it only a few times, usually when she got carried away fucking you through your umpteenth orgasm, or when you caught her eye when she was looking at you across the room. It always caught you by surprise to see her so dark and feral, but you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on.
“You want that baby? So desperate to be fucked that you don’t care what Mommy does?” She murmured, trailing a nail down the side of your face. “You’re my little girl, I can do whatever I want to you, can’t I?”
You squirmed under her, the heat between your legs growing to be unbearable. “Mommy, hurts,” you whined.
“Shh, baby, don’t you worry… Mommy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore, yeah?” She suggested, letting her voice drip with sweetness in spite of the dark twist of her words. You nodded in agreement. “Then I’ll use you until I decide we’re done,” Wanda added, carrying on the same tone.
You threw your head back with a groan. Your face was numb and your body was hot and Wanda’s words were making your skin pulse with need. You could barely hear her over the sound of your heartbeat in your ear, and all you wanted to do was thrash beneath her and demand that she touch you but you couldn’t even muster a word anymore. You were completely at her mercy, pliable and obedient for your Mommy.
Your shirt was pulled off roughly as Wanda sat you up, releasing your wrists in the process. She flung it across the room before stripping your pants, barely giving you enough time to lift your hips as she dragged them down your legs.
“God, dolly, you’re so pretty,” she breathed. You reached out for her shirt, wanting to help her undress, but she slapped your hand away. “No touching,” she said firmly. “Don’t make me tie you up.”
“’M sorry, Mommy,” you mumbled.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself?” You nodded. “Use your words,” she ordered, gripping your chin with her fingers and forcing you to look at her.
“Yes, Mommy,” you whined.
“Yes, Mommy, what?” Wanda pushed.
“Yes, Mommy, I’ll keep my hands to myself!”
“Good girl,” she praised, releasing your chin abruptly. “Is it so hard to follow instructions dolly?” You didn’t respond. “Must be,” she mused. “You’re so dumb and little, can’t even be good for your Mommy without help.”
You wanted to protest, to tell her that you could be good without help, that you would be good for her, but your words got caught in your throat when she pushed you back down onto the bed.
Immediately, Wanda’s hands were on your hips, hooking under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs. As quickly as her hands were on you, they were off you once again.
“Mommy, please,” you whined.
“Hold on, sweet girl, Mommy will be right back,” she said softly. “Are you so needy right now?” You nodded. “Alright, give Mommy a minute.”
You waited impatiently as Wanda went into the bathroom, leaving you bare and desperate on the bed. She came back out moments later, completely naked with a strap half secured around her waist.
“Do you like it?” She asked when she saw you staring at the large dildo bobbing between her legs. You nodded and looked at her. “I got it just for you, sweet girl. Been saving it for the perfect time.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” you said, brain on autopilot as you watched her adjust the leather around her waist.
It was bigger than the ones you were used to — the ones Wanda kept stashed away in a drawer in the closet. Much bigger. It was jet black and thick with a long shaft and contrasted basically every other toy Wanda had purchased for you. You wondered how it would look next to the array of pink vibrators and sparkly dildos in the drawer.
Wanda walked over to the bed, raking her eyes down your body so intensely that you could almost feel it. She climbed onto the mattress and was immediately on top of you, one hand bracing herself beside your head while the other roamed your stomach. Her position above you made the dildo rest against your pussy, rubbing it against you with each one of Wanda’s slight movements. The sensations of her hands and the toy touching you renewed the throbbing between your thighs and you whimpered, eyes locked on hers.
“Does baby want Mommy’s cock?” Wanda asked, tilting her head to complement her sweet tone. You nodded furiously, fighting to keep your eyes open. “Sweet girl, so good for Mommy, gonna take my cock so well.”
She leaned down to kissed you deeply and then pulled away abruptly, leaving your mouth tingly and aching for more, before reaching down for the toy.
“Prop up your legs, sweetheart,” she said softly.
You did your best to follow her instructions, lifting your knees so your feet were planted on the bed. It took everything in you to keep them still despite how limp they felt.
Wanda slipped the silicone between your folds easily, making you moan at the feeling.
“So wet, dolly,” Wanda breathed. “Are you ready for Mommy’s cock?” You nodded, eyes squeezing shut. “Just relax, Mommy’s got you, sweet girl.”
Wanda eased the tip of her strap into you, stopping completely after the head was settled inside. She gazed down at your pussy with her jaw hanging open, marvelling at how you looked stretched around her. You whined at the intrusion, already feeling like you were splitting open despite how little of the strap you’d taken.
You felt Wanda shift her weight some more and your eyes flew open.
“Wait, Mommy! Slower!” You whined, hands grappling at her shoulders. “Too big,” you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes.
“It hurts?” She asked, pouting at you. You nodded. “Oh, I know it hurts, sweet girl, but it makes Mommy so happy to stretch you out and fill you up, doesn’t it? Don’t you wanna be so good for me? Make me proud?”
You melted under her. You couldn’t deny her any of what she was asking. You did want to be good, you wanted to make her proud. Wanda smiled at you and watched you nod, feeling you relax.
“Good girl,” she praised.
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she thrust forward and sheathed her cock completely inside you. Your mouth fell open as a splitting burn ripped through you, hands squeezing hard at Wanda’s shoulders. Between the cotton candy fuzz in your brain, the red hot numbness in your face, and Wanda stretching you out, you couldn’t move or breathe or think .
You wanted, needed her to stop, to slow down, to ease you through it, but even more than that you needed her to keep going. The burn was delicious despite the pain and you needed Wanda to have you and ruin you and use you — it was an insatiable, subconscious hunger that began to overtake you. You needed Wanda all over you, Wanda inside of you, Wanda owning you and making you hers over and over again.
Without stopping for even a moment, Wanda began thrusting into you, sinking deep into your pussy and filling you to the brim. It was sickening, really, how the burn seeped into pleasure and made you feel achey all over, how it made you desperate for more with each thrust of Wanda’s hips.
“That’s it, dolly,” Wanda breathed, leaning back to hook your knees over her elbows. “Just lay there and take it, little one, let Mommy use your pretty body.”
You did as she asked, laying still as Wanda fucked you deep and full, over and over and over in a mind-numbing, overwhelming repetition. You managed to keep your eyes open as she did, watching her watch you, all fucked out and open for her, ready and pliable, all hers. Her stare consumed you, all possessive and hungry, as she raked her eyes over you. It forced you even deeper into subspace, her gaze so all-consuming and perfect that you wanted to drown in all it contained.
Wanda moaned as she thrusted into you, clearly feeling every sensation on her clit. The sound made you clench around her, making her hips stutter and slow ever so slightly.
“Feels so good for Mommy, sweet girl,” she breathed, admiring the way your tits bounced along with her movements. “You’re making Mommy so happy.”
“’S good, Mommy,” you whimpered.
Wanda stare hardened. “You are to ask permission before you come,” she said, eyes boring directly into yours. “Do you understand?” You nodded, tears falling freely down the sides of your face. “God, Mommy loves seeing you cry,” she mused. “Feels so good you can’t stop yourself, huh?” You nodded.
Her voice was so condescending, making you feel so dumb and small, but it was still so sweet. Each word made your head spin. You ached to hear her tell you you were good, wanted desperately for her to tell you every one of her thoughts so she never had to stop talking.
She was mumbling and cooing and praising you so sweetly, working you up so perfectly, pushing you and pushing you until you were on the edge. You could tell it was having a similar effect on Wanda — her cheeks flushed red and hips jerky.
“Mommy,” you whimpered, tightening impossibly around her. “Gonna come.”
“Ask,” Wanda demanded. “Use your words like the smart girl I know you are.”
“Please, Mommy, can I come?” You begged, words breathy and desperate as you held off your impending orgasm.
“Go ahead, pretty dolly, come on Mommy’s cock.”
You moaned loudly, throwing your head back into the pillow as Wanda rammed into you. You felt yourself gush around her strap, clenching around it tightly, making yourself feel so full and so undeniably Wanda’s.
You felt yourself coming down, body growing even limper than before, stomach loosening, but Wanda didn’t stop. Your clit was throbbing and your pussy was sore, but Wanda continued to fuck you anyway, ignoring your hands grappling at her waist, with her head thrown back in absolute bliss.
Her thrusts grew harder, quicker, and you felt like you were about to split open. You sobbed beneath her, feeling like a rag doll as she pushed your knees toward your chest to fuck you deeper.
“Too much,” you whimpered, words barely audible over the sounds of Wanda’s hips meeting the backs of your thighs.
“Speak up, clever girl, you can do it,” Wanda cooed, bringing her eyes to meet yours.
“Too much, Mommy,” you whined. “Stop, please.”
“Too much? Silly dolly, I’m just getting started,” Wanda said.
Her words were dark, but her voice was sweet and soft, lulling you back into your space as she offered you a smile.
“You’re mine,” Wanda rasped. You moaned at the claim. “Your pussy is mine, I can choose what I do with it.” You nodded along with her words.
Wanda’s, Wanda’s, I’m Mommy’s girl.
Wanda saw the look in your eye and slowed, offering you a hand. “Wanna hold Mommy’s hand while I fuck your pretty pussy, little one?” She asked gently. You nodded and took her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. “Good, so good for me,” she breathed. “Mommy’s gonna keep going, okay? I know it’s a lot, but just let me have you, sweetheart.”
Your eyes slid shut and your head lolled to the side as Wanda resumed fucking into you, so overstimulated and full that you couldn’t focus on anything — not even Wanda. It all felt so good but it was all so much and you ached everywhere and your clit was throbbing so intensely and you just wanted to whine and beg her to make it better.
You could tell Wanda was growing closer to her orgasm when she started grinding against you, pressing deeper into you and moaning.
“God, you’re gorgeous, my innocent little baby,” she groaned. “So dumb and little you don’t even know what’s going on, Mommy’s little dolly to use.”
She squeezed your hand when she came, stilling above you with a sigh as she shook apart. She stayed sheathed inside you for a long while, keeping you full and aching.
Once she was down properly, Wanda pulled out slowly. The emptiness made you keen, squeezing your thighs together and squirming.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Wanda cooed, laying beside you. “You’re being so good, so sweet for me, Mommy’s almost done.” Your eyes met hers as she stroked your hair. “Can you help Mommy out some more?” You nodded.
Wanda smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you while her hands roamed across your skin.
“Mommy,” you whined against her lips.
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“Icky.”
“Still icky?” You nodded. “Alright, okay,” she soothed. “Mommy will take care of you and then I’ll finish up.”
One of Wanda’s hand slid down to your clit, the other cupping the back of your head as she kissed you. You weren’t kissing back, so fucked out and exhausted that you could barely move, so Wanda was just nipping and sucking and licking at your mouth. She rubbed tight circles around your puffy clit, so sore and achy from being neglected that it throbbed under her fingers.
You edged quickly, moaning into Wanda’s mouth. She pulled her head away, looking at your face.
“Go ahead, little one, come for Mommy, go on,” she urged.
You sighed, leaning into Wanda as you fell apart. It was sweet and soft and made you feel like you were floating. Wanda praised you as you came, whispering how good you were and how perfect you’d been and how pretty you looked coming on her hand. It was blissful and warm and you didn’t want to come down.
When you did, eventually and unfortunately, come down, you were spent. Your eyes were shut and you laid limp in Wanda’s arms. Wanda kissed you once more before sitting up.
“Can you do one more thing for Mommy?” She asked, tapping your cheek.
“Yes, Mommy,” you whispered.
“Good girl, so good.”
You couldn’t see her, but you felt her move as she knelt over your face. You opened your eyes, curious as to what she was doing, and saw her gazing down at you with a sweet smile. You fought to keep your eyes open, absolutely exhausted after being fucked so thoroughly.
“Stick your tongue out, let me use your pretty mouth, baby,” Wanda said softly, stroking your head gently.
It was hard to focus on sticking your tongue out when you were so tired and so spacey, but Wanda coaxed you into it, murmuring sweet praise and scratching at your scalp as she did. Your eyes slipped shut as you stiffened your tongue, and you vaguely heard Wanda tell you to keep still, then you tasted her.
Wanda moaned as she began grinding on your face, her clit grazing across your tongue. You laid beneath her, feeling her warmth radiating across your chest and face, and let her use you with a hand laced through your hair. The wet sounds of her pussy on your face, your tongue, your mouth, your nose mixed with the sighs falling from her lips in a symphony of Wanda that filled your head.
“Mommy’s close, baby,” she breathed. You could hear her hand grip at the head board. “Just like that, sweetheart, good .”
She grinded down against your face with vigour once more, then stilled completely as she shook apart above you. Her grip on your hair tightened and her weight settled more firmly on top of you and the sweetest sounds were coming out of her and you wanted to bottle them up and keep them forever.
Wanda came down quickly and immediately lifted herself off of you and laid down next to you.
“You did so well, my love,” she murmured, cradling you against her. “You made Mommy feel so good. Thank you, little one.” You couldn’t find words just yet, so you nuzzled into her, hoping she’d understand. “You’re my perfect baby, aren’t you? Mommy’s girl…” You nodded. “In a few minutes I’ll draw us a bath, okay? I’ve got fresh sheets in the dryer already with a set of pajamas for you.”
She held you close to her for a long while, coaxing you back into yourself as the fuzz cleared from your brain. You just laid in her arms, letting yourself fall asleep for a few minutes as she drew soft circles across your back, safe as always in her arms.