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Rio and Agatha were one and the same. They matched eachother, near enough in sync but there came a point where it was time for a change. Rio had brought up the idea of pushing Agatha to the edge, just to see what would happen. The couple had, had long conversations about what this would look like. How they would underpin this new dynamic in their relationship with respect. Agatha knew how hard Rio worked, how important but cruel her job was - reaping souls and transporting them to the underworld for eternity. There was no reprieve, but she could give her that chance to let go, to be free and give herself to Agatha. Rio wouldn’t have to answer to the higher energy that called upon her, instead she would answer to Agatha.
Rio always had a bratty streak running through her, it was impossible for her to do anything without an element of defiance - much to her wife’s dismay. Though, Agatha could handle a tantrum or a big bold act of defiance from her lover, in fact she found it cute that Rio thought she would ever get away with behaving in such a way.
Over the last few days Agatha had noticed the way Rio defied simple tasks and purposely did things around their cottage that (to put it lightly) pissed her off. She had been purposely argumentative and downright cruel just to push Agatha’s buttons. Each time, Agatha hadn’t taken the bait. Rio knew what she was doing, she wanted to push the boundaries they had previously discussed and if the older witch wanted to tread this dangerous path, then Agatha would be more than happy to lead the way.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game!” Agatha’s eyes narrowed as her hands clenched in her lap, frustration starting to grate at her.
Rio continued to act out, continued being obnoxious as she hoped to get a rise out of her wife. A smile licked at her lips as she watched Agatha’s demeanour stiffen though her back was to her. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle a bit of attitude.”
”A little bit?” Agatha placed down her book, and turned in her seat to direct her gaze at her wife. “You’re acting like a damn child!” the words spit from her tongue.
A mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability flashed across Rio’s face at the descriptor Agatha had chosen. She leaned against the breakfast bar, “Child, is that the best you can come up with?” Rio taunted the other woman.
“I promise, you don’t want to find out.” Agatha stood.
Rio scoffed, “You’re all bark and no bite!” she mocked, her voice filled with false bravado. She is testing Agatha, intentionally trying to make her snap.
Agatha laughed dryly, “That’s what you think.” She smirked, nodding at the ideas running through her head. Rio seemed to shrink as a shiver ran down her spine at Agatha’s overconfidence which seemed more terrifying in itself than any shouting could be.
The green witch attempted to maintain her defiant composure but her voice fails her and comes out softer than intended. “Just…do your worst, see if I care.”
”Oh.” The younger woman pouted. “Your words are faltering. Poor baby, can’t handle a bit of backlash.” She stalked closer to the woman cornered in the kitchen.
The dark eyed woman is stood staring as the predator she has provoked moves in. Her voice cracked again, showing her true feelings. She swallowed hard, “You know what-.”
She interrupted, sarcasm laced in her tone. “Oh, please - do tell me.” Agatha leaned against the countertop, admiring how worked up Rio was getting.
Rio’s hands clenched into fists as she struggled to maintain her nerve. Her voice trembled, “Maybe I AM being a child, but…but at least I’m not some, some pathetic weak-willed bitch who can’t handle attitude when it comes from someone other than herself!” She bit down on her lip, suddenly trying to stop the words that had already escaped.
Agatha’s face remained stoic. Her face barely giving away her true feelings. “Get out of my sight!” She snapped “I don’t want to see some defiant child having a tantrum.”
The other woman’s face flushed with humiliation. She spun around, her hair whipped through the air as she stomped through the cottage to their bedroom. Agatha stewed on the couch, knowing exactly what this display of behaviour was and why the excitement of something new thrilled her.
Rio re-emerged from the bedroom after about 15 minutes, she had plotted her next move and made a direct route to the kitchen. Cupboard doors were unnecessarily slammed shut and crockery were haphazardly placed against granite countertops.
Agatha doesn’t ask for much, but she does like a peaceful atmosphere whilst in her own home. Rio was anything but peaceful.
She forced down her discontent for the amount of noise flooding their home as Rio threw her weight around. Agatha calls out to her from the couch, with a practiced calmness. “Do you mind?”
Cabinets and drawers are continued to be slammed and Rio bangs around noisily, desperately trying to force Agatha to lose her annoyingly calm facade “Where’s the…”
”Fuck…don’t ignore me. Shut up, stop slamming shit!” Agatha turned in her direction.
Rio finally faces her, cheeks pink as she is flushed with a challenge. She clutched a heavy pan within her hand, her breath came out in short gasps of irritation. “Make. Me.” Her voice is soft but dangerous, “Just fucking make me.”
Something within Agatha sparked to life. This bratty behaviour will not be something she tolerates. “You don’t want to push me any further, I promise you.”
”Is that a threat? If so, it’s pretty weak coming from someone who has just been taking my bullshit for days.” Rio almost dares Agatha to move as she spun the pan in her grasp.
Agatha collectedly turns off the tv and moves into the kitchen, her eyes never left Rio’s form. Rio straightened her posture but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as she actually started to realise that her lover was insanely close to breaking.
Agatha’s eyes flicked to the pan, “Put it down.”
She hesitated and then tightened her grip around it. Rio was not ready to back down so easily, she wanted a lesson to be taught. No, she needed to be taught a lesson. It was a craving she needed to have satiated.
“No.” She raised the pan higher. “You’re not…”
“Put. It. Down, now!” The younger witch allowed her words to come out in a growl and Rio noticed the warning in Agatha’s eyes, the cold calculation. But she’s stubborn and continued to raise the pan with the intent of slamming it against the surface to prove a point.
”Don’t you dare, Rio. I swear to fucking God, if you…”
A mocking laugh eminated from the other woman as she found pleasure in watching Agatha lose her patience. Once again she goaded, “Make me.”
Agatha snatches it from her hand, “Now what?”
Rio glared at her, seething with anger and frustration. She had wanted a different reaction, something that would’ve left a lasting impression but instead Agatha had just disarmed her. Caught off guard, for a moment she was speechless. “Fuck you.”
”No, but I will.” Agatha glanced between her and the direction of their bedroom. “Get in there and strip yourself completely. Wait for me on the bed.” There was no room for negotiation, Agatha was not asking she was telling her.
Rio’s eyes widened in surprise and something else - fear, maybe excitement? Rio bit the inside of her mouth, thinking of all the ways she could spin this, to consider other options or to keep pushing. “You’re not serious?”
“Do not act coy, this is what you have been pushing for. Do I need to tell you again?”
She is stood frozen for a few beats and then realised that Agatha was not backing down. A shiver ran down her spine as she realises that she had finally gotten what she wanted - Agatha’s complete and undivided attention. Rio slowly turned away and walked to the bedroom.
With Rio out of sight, Agatha retrieved her supplies she had gathered over the last few weeks since Rio had first brought up exploring this side of their relationship. Then pulled the green witch’s dagger from the cloak. The metallic blade reflected Agatha’s blue eyes as she studied dagger up close and a smirk pulled at her lips.
Agatha’s entrance to the bedroom was quiet, like she’d snuck in. Her eyes fell to the display of Rio obediently waiting for her. Honestly, Agatha hadn’t expected her to give in this easily. “Good girl.” She unlocked the handcuffs.
Rio’s expression sours, realising that Agatha was not bluffing. She had expected a, a shouting match - a heated argument, something with passion at the root of it, not this cold, detached display of dominance. She watched Agatha handle the handcuffs, “You wouldn’t dare.” Her eyebrows practically raised into her hairline.
“You wanted to know what I could do, well now you have a front row pass.” Agatha mocks as she starts to chuckle. “And guess what, you even get to participate!” She places the handcuffs onto Rio’s wrists and checks them to make sure they’re not too tight.
Rio’s dark hair is splayed against the pillow beneath her, her chest heaved with the gravity of her actions. She struggled against the restraints, seemingly testing their strength. “Get these off me!” Rio screamed and thrashed about as much as she could manage.
Agatha stood by, shaking her head. “Nothing you say matters anymore. I am in control. You know your safe word, you may use it if you need to.”
Fear and excitement wrestled within her, she’d never seen this side to her wife before. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Frustration was evident in her voice, “You think you can just lock me up and do whatever the fuck you want?”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Is it not?” Agatha took in the view of her partner’s naked body whilst she remained fully clothed, which further asserted the power dynamic that was in play.
Rio is silent. She’s at Agatha’s mercy and she’s exhilarated by that notion. She’s always craved this kind of intensity. A complete loss of control. “Fuck you.”
“So intimidating.” Agatha drawls whilst being entertained that Rio’s nipples were already hardened and her pussy glistened in the low light of the room, and she hadn’t even started yet. As much as Rio seems pissed, her body is her biggest traitor as it responded to Agatha’s actions. The younger woman stroked her hand across the swell and between Rio’s breasts, finally grazing her nipples and tweaked them hard to get a reaction from her that isn’t fighting Agatha.
Rio’s mouth fell open as a gasp catches in her throat at the sudden painful contact. The sensation shot straight to her core. Her usual quick wit was long gone and once again she strained against the restraints and tried to arch into Agatha’s touch. She pants out half-heartedly, “Don’t…touch me” a moan escaped at the end of her sentence which truly made it hard for Agatha to take her wife seriously, in turn she squeezed them harder.
Agatha climbed into unoccupied between Rio’s thighs and moved them to accommodate her. Agatha’s hands trailed from her sternum, down her abdomen, across her hips, against her pubic bone and back up to her breasts. Rio’s breathing faltered as her lover’s hand wandered her body like an unknown map, taking note of areas that make her shudder and writhe under her touch. Rio bites her bottom lip, teeth cushioned in pink flesh as she stifled a moan and her eyes squeezed shut as she ignored the building tension within her body. Being touched with a sense of possessiveness, it was like Agatha was hungry but was willing to savour every mouthful.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
”It’s okay baby, you can give into my touch. I know how much you want this.” Agatha held back a laugh, “So pathetic.” She held her hand out, purple mist emanating from it as she summoned a leather, tassled whip from beside the bed.
At the lack of movement, Rio’s eyes opened and she glared at the whip Agatha had summoned. Anxiety and desire sat in irises of her eyes. “No, no fucking way!”
“Remember, what you want means nothing to me.” The tassels trailed against the olive complexion of Rio, skin started to pimple against the cool material of the leather.
As the tassels met her breasts, stomach, thighs and her core Rio shivered. It was terrifying but it had something hypnotic about it, the anticipation was building and Agatha was intoxicating. “D-don’t…”
Agatha cruelly smirks, “Oh, I couldn’t hear you. Don’t what?”
Rio swallowed hard and licked her lips, her voice barely an audible whisper. “Don’t stop…” The words came out before she could even try to hide her true desire for the evening. Embarrassed and turned on by the whole situation she mumbled, “Fuck, I hate you.”
Dismissively Agatha retorted, “No you don’t.” She then cracked the whip against sensitive inner thighs, instinctively Rio quivered and closed them whilst a sharp intake of air was heard by both women.
Her back arched off of the bed and pain mixed with pleasure. “AH!” Muscles tensed and her core clenches around nothing whilst wetness drops against the apex of her legs.
“Open.” Agatha demanded though her volume remained at the same level. She waited for Rio to comply. “See what happens?” Agatha scoffed. “Such a naughty girl, look at you. Getting soaked at a little bit of pain I give you.”
Rio whimpered, heat crept up her face and tears stung her eyes. She wouldn’t let them fall, not yet. “S-shut up, you don’t now shit!”
In response to her defiance, Agatha let the whip crack down on her again, this time on the opposite thigh dangerously close to her core. Now, both legs were rosey in colour and heat started to radiate from the pain inflicted.
A louder cry permeated their ears from Rio’s body experiencing a mess of contradictory sensations- pain, pleasure, embarrassment and an overwhelming need. “I…hate this.” She forces out between gritted teeth.
Agatha shook her head, ”You will learn.” The whip was brought down against her pussy.
The body in front of her convulsed and her back bowed off the bed when the whip hit its mark. Rio had never felt pain this sharp or intense before, she’s close to breaking…to begging. Agatha gasped at the display and dragged the leather tassels through Rio’s soaked folds and up to her chest. “You like it.” She bites her lip, smiling. “You pathetic little slut. Look at you, tied up and surrendering to my touch.”
Rio’s breaths are ragged, ”No, I’m not.” The insults should anger her but they only spur on her arousal.
“You’re soaking from so little. I’ve only inflicted pain and you’re turned on.” Agatha threw her head back laughing. “You should be embarrassed.” The whip crashed down on her nipples.
A strained howl of pain erupted from Rio as her head dug into the pillow as she tried to get away from the pain. Her nipples now sensitive peaks, she can feel her body reacting to this torment of pleasure and pain. Her pussy in dire need of friction but instead drips against sore thighs. She’s never felt so humiliated and turned on. “Y-You…”
”W-What. What do you have to say so bad, hmm?”
Moans and whimpers fill out the sentence, ”Fine, y-you win. Just…fuck, touch me properly. Please.” Proud words are spoken through gritted teeth, her eyes still shining in defeat and intense lust.
Rio’s plea fell on deaf ears as several more cracks of the whip is brought down across goose-pimpled and sore flesh. “I do not care what you want right now.”
Her body jolted each time the tassels made contact with her, pain and frustration continues to build within her. Rio has never felt so disregarded before. It was a stark contrast to what sex was usually like with Agatha, but this is what she wanted, she wanted this complete change in dynamic. “G-goddammit!”
“Oh?” a sickening laugh bloomed in her chest. “Did that hurt?” Purple spectral rope stretched from Agatha’s finger tips and manifested into bindings and tied Rio’s ankles to the bed frame leaving her utterly exposed and at Agatha’s disposal.
Rio moaned at the movement which forced her legs to splay open and the rope dug into delicate skin. Her clit throbbed in need as the cool air of the bedroom hit her full force now. Tears finally fell and rolled down the side of her face, landing on the pillow case. The subtle sound of them falling only heard by Rio, she looked at Agatha in pure desperation. “Please…” Rio whispered, begging Agatha to relent her torment.
“Death herself, breaking this easily.” She tutted and licked her tongue against the edge of her teeth as she readjusted her position to reach for the satin, deep green blindfold.
”F-fuck you…” her voice pathetically trembled as she tried to maintain her anger, but her body gave way to a rogue whimper. “At least let me…”
Agatha cocked her head. “Let you what?” Her fingers smoothed against the silky material as she continued her teasing.
Rio’s chest rose and fell in response as she struggled to form words. “L-let me see…just, please Agatha.” She tried to appeal to her wife, she knew begging usually worked like a charm but today, it did nothing but amuse the other woman. Agatha continued to reach around Rio and tie the blindfold, leaving it sitting against her forehead.
A moment of panic sets in. The pleading not working like it should have, Rio scrambled “Wait!”
“WHAT!” Spit formed at the side of Agatha’s mouth.
Rio froze, her nerve dissipated as the word hung in the air between them. She knew better to speak out of turn but the threat of being blindfolded left her panicked. “I’m sorry.” Her voice came out quiet and soft, careful not to stoke the burning fire she had lit.
”Seems like someone is regretting misbehaving.” The woman still towering above pulled down the blindfold and sat back on her heels.
Darkness. Complete and overwhelming darkness greeted Rio. Her other senses started to pick up the slack and became hyper-aware of the movements and sensations around her. Rio was able to make out the sound of Agatha’s heavy breathing, clearly indicating she was enjoying the power trip. The feeling of helplessness was nearly unbearable, “No…”
The dagger that Agatha had been savouring. This would be the true test. She grabbed the handle of the knife that was wielded by Rio against her decades ago. Agatha let it fall against the mattress, the soft thump caught Rio’s attention and the shift of the bed allowed for the cold, metallic blade to press against her exposed thigh.
The green witch was accustomed to handling her dagger, she knew it better than she knew herself. Each indentation etched into the handle. Rio’s heart raced at the anticipation of the dagger being in such close proximity, especially it being wield by her lover and not its rightful owner. “You, wouldn’t.” She exhaled as disbelief tainted what she knew about Agatha.
“You want to bet?” Agatha leaned down, taking a sensitive nipple into her mouth and between her teeth. Expertly she rolled the bud between her teeth, slight bites caused Rio to moan and whimper sometimes hissing at the contact though Agatha held back just enough, refusing to break skin.
The cool metal continues to shift against Rio’s thigh which proved a stark contrast to her heated skin and the warmth of Agatha’s mouth surrounding her breasts. “You’re bluffing.” She lets out an exasperated laugh. “You - you can’t use that on me.”
Agatha ignored the frantic ramblings of her wife, Rio’s reactions only spurring her on and then she bites down just enough to draw the slightest amount of blood which tinged her tongue. The sharp metallic taste drew a greedy hum from her and a strangled moan from Rio who writhed against Agatha’s touch.
“Fuck!” Her words broke off into a flurry of whimpers and moans as she feels her core pulsate in want. “I can’t.” Rio shook her head.
“You can. I know you can.” Agatha moved to the fleshy part of Rio’s other breast and pressed open mouth kisses against it until she clamped down. Agatha pulled away, revelling in watching a mark slowly start to form. Her hands once again started to wander along her neck, ribs and against her hips, keeping Rio flush against the bed. “So beautiful.” Agatha whispered against the crook of Rio’s neck as she kissed along her jawline and pressed herself against her bare chest.
Desperate whines filled Agatha’s ears like symphonies as she hummed and moaned against flushed skin. Rio craned her head in attempt to look down at the pain blooming in her breast as her abused nipples grazed against Agatha’s clothes. She hissed in pain and huffed once she remembered she was still blindfolded. Her hands balled into fists and she pulled against the handcuffs that only clanked against the bedframe with each movement. “You’re enjoying this.”
“What gave it away, my love?”
The term of endearment caught Rio off guard. Being subject to such pain and torment, yet Agatha was still her Agatha. She hated being reduced to such a state of vulnerability by Agatha only using her mouth. Rio became increasingly aware of the heat between her legs. She was pissed she couldn’t even manage to squeeze her thighs together to release some of the tension. “Fuuuck.”
Agatha started to crawl down her body. “Such foul language for a beautiful woman.” As she hovered in front of Rio’s pussy she blew cold air against it and Rio responded in turn by sucking in all the oxygen which filled her lungs so she could let out a guttaral, needy moan and her hips bucked against nothing.
“God, I knew the blindfold would be useful.” The younger witch pleased with herself, kissed the inside of Rio’s thighs and graced them with bites against the supple flesh. Her hand tentatively slid through slick folds, gathering up the wetness that spilled from her. “Absolutely dripping.” She laughs, “Dirty, dirty girl!” Agatha smacked her palm against Rio’s swollen clit.
“AH!” Rio let a desperate cry escape as the brief but sharp contact with her clit sent electric shockwaves through her core. “More…”
Agatha still chuckling at the display, “Where’s your manners?”
“More, please Agatha. Please!”
“You don’t get to make requests.”
Fear and excitement danced in her veins, she knew she couldn’t rebel against Agatha’s dominance but she couldn’t stop herself. “Fuck you, you t-think you’re in control…” Rio focused harder on her words “Just because I am bound?”
”Of course I am.” Agatha teased, “And what are you going to do about it?” She plunged two fingers into Rio’s soaked vagina, all resistance was gone and a choked moan broke free from the woman beneath her. Agatha’s fingers moved in and out at a painstakingly slow pace but they managed to hit all the right spots that made Rio heady.
“Stop playing with me.” The warmth in Rio’s abdomen was building with each thrust and the sounds of her pleasure filled the room. Agatha ignored her, just as Rio had ignored her when she was in the middle of her tantrum earlier. Instead, she increased the pace until it was relentless. Until there was no reprieve. Agatha curled her fingers just right to touch that sweet spot inside of her, she could feel the way Rio’s body was vibrating with excitement as pleasure took root in her being.
Rio’s muscles tensed, the intense pleasure became almost unbearable and her breath was only coming out in short bursts as she tried to hold back her release. “I’m going to…” Her sentence was severed as an involuntary moan stole her breath and her body trembled as she reached the edge. “Don’t-”
Agatha pulled out her fingers and watched Rio’s body protest as the orgasm fizzled away.
Anger and neediness surged through her as the abrupt ending of her impending orgasm was ripped away from her. Instead she was left feeling empty and desperate. “WHAT THE HELL!” Rio’s frustration only encouraged her to fight against the bindings on her legs which seemed to only get tighter the more she squirmed. “You motherfucker!” She wailed and Agatha waved her hand which summoned the whip into her hand before she cracked it down against Rio’s pussy.
A sharp scream ripped from her throat at the sting on her already sensitive skin, the sudden pain brought forth fresh tears that stung her eyes beneath the blindfold. Rio was reduced to gasps of breath before uttering several curse words under her breath.
Agatha saw Rio attempt to correct her behaviour as she held back directing her anger at her. She rewarded Rio by placing tender kisses to her core and licking a broad stripe up from her vaginal opening to her clit. Agatha relished the way Rio shivered beneath her and the moan that rang through the air.
Rio’s leg and abdominal muscles were taught from a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sensation of Agatha’s tongue against her sensitive abused flesh only made her squirm more. “Stop teasing”. The words came out as a barely audible plea.
The blue eyed woman relinquished her ministrations. “I can’t hear you!” She teased and circled the swollen, pulsing clit with her tongue. Rio’s mind raced and she let out a needy groan at the sensation. She searched her mind for a response that would get Agatha’s attention.
“Nnngh, fuck…please, baby. Listen!” Her voice cracks as she’s close to sobbing. Rio feels Agatha’s cheeks rise as the other woman breaks into a smile whilst still eating her out. She clenches helplessly around the tongue that is now pushed into her. Agatha moved up towards the bundle of nerves and nipped at it before soothing it with a gentle suck. Hips jerked upwards from the nip of pain but the warmth of Agatha’s mouth was almost too much to handle. “Ah, shit shit shit!”
Agatha’s hands wrapped around the expanse of Rio’s legs and her nails dug into her whilst she still lapped at her pussy. The pain grounds Rio and keeps her from bucking too much though at this point she is babbling something incoherently, pleading with and cursing at Agatha all within the same breath. “No, no no…no.”
“What?” Agatha barely pulled back, speaking against Rio’s core. “Are you close…again? So needy.” She jests and reinserts her tongue to fuck her.
Rio’s internal muscles tremble and clench around Agatha’s tongue. “Yes, fucking yesss!” Her admission is punctuated by moans and whines as her climax builds again, the blindfold only making the sensations more intense. Rio’s orgasm ripples in her stomach and spreads through her body like a wildfire, finally silence and then a deep groan drags from the back of her throat as she gasps. Agatha’s hand is wrapped around the handle of Rio’s dagger and she brings it against the top of her thigh, cutting her slightly but just enough to draw blood.
The high of her orgasm blended with the sharp pain of the knife breaking her skin sent Rio into a frenzy. She screamed and her body convulsed as continues to cum harder against Agatha’s face. The darkness became a bright white, her mind blanking from the breathtaking sensation.
Agatha wipes the knife clean of blood against the swell of her breasts. Maybe it was a power move, maybe it was a warning of what could happen. She continues to suckle on Rio’s clit with the intention of pushing into another another orgasm. Rio was at her wife’s mercy, her body was wracked with aftershocks. Having Agatha’s mouth still on her clit was a twisted idea of heaven and hell, the prolonged orgasm kept her overstimulated flesh on edge. She continued to rock against Agatha’s mouth, moaning and cursing as she tried to move away from the other woman’s seemingly intense hunger. This time Agatha slices against the supple flesh of the underside of Rio’s breast. Crimson started to cascade down her ribcage and onto the bedsheets.
A piercing cry falls from Rio’s lips, Agatha watched how her wife writhed and tensed at the pain but it still heightened her pleasure coursing through her body. Rio now acknowledged the warm blood that was trickling down her body and was mixing with her sweat. “Oh God!”
”God isn’t saving you.” Agatha licked the blood from the small cut she had made against her thigh.
The feeling of Agatha’s tongue against the cut stung slightly but there was something erotic about seeing her tend to her in such an intimate way. Agatha places a kiss over the angry mark Rio now carries.
Agatha uses her purple to tug free the blindfold and discarded it somewhere in the room. Rio’s eyes were immediately on Agatha’s and instantly realises just how much under her control she is, it was both humiliating and intoxicating. “Fuck you!” Rio drawled.
“You wish you could!” Agatha grabs her jaw between her thumb and finger before crashing her own lips into Rio’s. Rio twisted her lips to fight against the dominance of Agatha but the pressure against her jaw kept her locked in place and a scowl creeped at her features, Rio wasn’t used to losing. It was clear who was in control as the kiss became rough and possessive, finally breaking when Agatha gave up her hold on the other woman. “Roll over.” Agatha’s magick severed the ropes tying Rio down and at same time the handcuffs fell to the floor. “Hands and knee’s.”
Obediently Rio moved, the rebellious streak seemed to no longer be at the forefront of her mind. She swallowed her pride and bared herself to Agatha, ass up while resting on her hands and knee’s under her still shaking legs. The black heart that only beats for Agatha was now racing and threatened to burst free from her chest.
Before continuing her venture Agatha knew she needed to check in. She leaned forward, her own hips pushed against the curve of Rio’s ass and her abdomen pressed into her lower back as she pressed a kiss into the baby hairs on Rio’s neck. “Say the word and I’ll stop.” Agatha whispers against the shell of her ear, reminding her that Rio still holds the cards.
Rio sighed fighting off a moan as she felt Agatha shift against tender skin and shook her head. She wouldn’t cave, not now, she refused to give Agatha the satisfaction knowing that she could disarm Death in the bedroom. Dark eyes glimpse the movement happening behind her as pale hands messed with a variety of toys. She braced herself knowing that things were about to get alot worse.
Agatha nodded to herself, silently impressed by Rio’s resolve. She squeezed lube onto the cool metal toy that now sat within her hand, rolling the liquid around it until it was fully coated and wiped the leftover product against Rio’s ass. Expectedly Rio lurched forward, Agatha had anticipated it. They had explored anal play over the years but it wasn’t something they did often, so she did wait for some fuss from the woman who now stared daggers at her.
Rio instinctively tensed at the feeling of the metal toy pressing against her. Her voice dropped, now low almost dangerous but still had an element of a whine, “Really?”
Agatha loved when Rio got like this, she tried so hard to have maintain her hard exterior but moments like this showed she could be just as submissive. “Say it…” Agatha smiled as she watched Rio’s ass slightly sway as she tried to avoid the toy being inserted any further.
Gritted teeth allowed a fierce growl to emanate from the older woman, her head dropped down against the pillows and again, her hips tried to move away from Agatha but her bruising grip held her firmly in place. “F-fuck you!” Her defiance was muffled by the ruffled material now obscuring her mouth.
”Oh dear.” Agatha shoved the toy into her, hard so that she would feel it for days to come. Then pressed open mouthed kisses to her ass cheeks as if to soothe the pain that would be travelling through her body and marvelled at the way the purple gem looked so pretty against her complexion. “Such a dirty slut!” Her words landed like acid against Rio’s skin.
Her eyes rolled back in agony and a high-pitched scream was let out. ”Get. It. Out!” Her body shook with the effort of trying to reject the intrusion and tears streamed down her face.
“Shh, it’s okay baby.” Agatha ran a hand down her spine and kissed her lower back, a comforting touch in comparison to the pain she has inflicted. “It’s okay.”
Rio shakes with pain, humiliation and pleasure at the stretch she feels. The way her wife’s words soothe the torment made her want to sob even more. The contradictory feelings made her head spin and drove her insane.
A second toy, wet with lube presses against Rio’s core and teases her pussy. An instinctual groan falls from her and her head snaps up looking back at Agatha in horror. No way, there’s no fucking way. Rio’s mind fought the insinuation of being double penetrated. Her hips bucked away as she tried to dislodge the tip of the dildo that pressed against her vagina. “No fucking way, Agatha!” Rio barked at her.
The smirking woman chased her own lust and refused to remind her wife again of what she needs to say if she really wanted all this to stop. Agatha slid the toy further into Rio’s heated core and relished the way it disappeared into her. “You take it so well.” She praised as her own heart rate increased. “Good girl.”
Rio felt so, full. She rolled her hips into Agatha. She was completely owned by her. Her hands balled into fists as she gripped onto the bedsheets as she panted through the overwhelming sensation taking hold of her. “Please…” She hated how desperate she sounded by even uttering a word that could be weaponised as her begging.
Agatha pushes the dildo into Rio and drags it back out at an agonisingly slow pace, repeating the movements over and over again with no hint of her increasing the rhythm.
The olive skinned woman arched her back, pushing herself further onto the dildo because if Agatha wasn’t going to give her what she wanted then she needed to take it for herself. The movement of the dildo inside her pussy pushed against her internal walls which also moved the plug in her ass. Needy whines held Rio hostage and her pleasure starts to build. “I hate you.”
Unfazed, a lust filled voice responds, “No, you don’t.” Agatha’s purple scooped up Rio’s hair and held it taught enough to force Rio’s head back and keep her in place. “This is what you wanted, hmm? A loss of control, you gave it to me.” Punctuating her sentence Agatha pushed the dildo flush to Rio’s core.
Her back bowed even further as she is filled to the brim and a gurgled whimper is released. Saliva dripped down from parted lips and her body trembled, inching even closer to a breaking point she’s never experienced before.
“You look so pathetic like this.”
Through ragged breaths Rio clenched around both toys. The mixture of degradation and pleasure fuelled her arousal. “Make me cum, please…make me fucking cum!”
Agatha warned, “You don’t have permission.” She dragged the dildo until it nearly fell from Rio and slammed it back in. “Hold it!”
Pure bliss entangled with a burning humiliation of being denied her orgasm, Rio’s walls clench once again around the toys. “No, no no, NO!”
”Don’t you dare! You are not allowed, listen to me.”
Echoes of Rio’s screams bounced off the walls as she fights the urge to let go. She grinds her hips back, seeking more friction but Agatha is in control and she knows it. Trapped in a cycle of relentless fucking and denied release. “Stop, I’m gonna-”
A resounding smack silences Rio’s pleading for a second as Agatha’s hand comes into contact with the flesh of Rio’s ass. “No, you’re not. You’re mine. Hold it!”
The pain of the sting coursing through Rio’s skin made her lose touch with all reality, her mind shatters and barely processes the sensation being sent through her core. Drool drips from the corners of her mouth as she thrashes against the hold of Agatha’s magick. The dildo was now working at a ridiculously slow pace once again, to bring Rio down from the edge.
Still, Rio’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and a low groan rumbled through her chest. She’s completely reduced to an incoherent babbling mess under Agatha’s touch. “Ggggg…”
”You can hold it a bit longer. I know you can. Be a good girl for me, Rio.” The use of her name helped Rio focus on Agatha completely, she wanted to be good for her.
She teetered on the edge of a massive orgasm, but Agatha witheld what Rio truly needed and remained tormenting her with the slow pace that barely provided any friction. The sound of Rio’s soaking pussy allowing the dildo to slip easily in and out of her, only serenaded Agatha whereas it haunted Rio. She breaks and begs the woman behind her. “PLEASE, PLEASE!”The earlier defiance shattered in this moment, “Just…”
”Please what?” A kiss is placed on the back of her thigh. “What do you so desperately need?”
Eyes fluttered open as she felt the soft, loving sensation of a kiss against her skin. Her own lips quivered as her body fights itself. “Let me cum. Please, I’ll - do anything. Let me cum.”
Fine. If she wants to cum so bad, then she’ll cum. Agatha doubled down on a relentless pace as the dildo thrusted into Rio’s pussy. Several more smacks impacted Rio’s ass cheeks and her body responded the only way it knew how. It clamped down around the toy but the pain kept her on the brink from letting go completely. “Cum for me, my love.”
The final smack on her tender, reddened skin sent her spiralling into a mind blowing, mind shattering orgasm. The hoarse screams from Rio had her body arching and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure raced across her body and the toys continued to be thoroughly soaked.
Witnessing the shaking, exhausted body in front of Agatha triggered a cruel idea. She removed the dildo with no warning and replaced it with two fingers, curling them against Rio’s g-spot coaxing another orgasm from the woman though the first hadn’t exactly ended. Feeling too sensitive, Rio pleaded with her. “No-” A desperate moan replaced her words.
Agatha nodded, “Yes!” She dropped the magick holding Rio’s hair back.
Quickly, another orgasm descended over her and her vision is momentarily gone as she is lost in a world of pleasure. Coherent thoughts or words were abandoned in her brain fog, instead she settles on. “Ffffu-ck!”
Fingers slipped out from her and Agatha eyed the plug that was still clenched in her wife’s ass and placed her mouth against the dripping centre. She laps at slick folds, savouring the way she tasted. Even the gentle flicks of Agatha’s tongue proves too much as Rio comes undone again, pushing back on the tongue and her pussy gushes into Agatha’s mouth and onto her chin.
Agatha, for the first time was caught off guard. She gasped in delight at the sensation and pulled back as Rio’s moans quietened as her orgasm finished. “That’s new.” She commented as she wiped her face on the back of her hand. Agatha tapped Rio’s thigh to signal her to turn onto her back.
Their eyes latched onto eachother and Agatha settled across Rio’s abdomen. She kissed between her breasts whilst Rio’s breathing was still recovering. “I’m so proud of you.”
The soft sensation of cushioned lips against sweaty skin brought her back into the room. Weakly, she manages to say. “Proud?”
Agatha nodded against her neck as she continued peppering light kisses against her thrumming pulse. “You did so well.”
Almost shyly, Rio whispers. “Thankyou baby, I needed that.”
In the same tone Agatha asked, ”And what do you need now?” She knew aftercare would be important.
Rio was silent for a couple of beats, causing Agatha to sit up and look at her. “Rio?”
“Comfort…cuddles. Probably a bath?” Rio’s hands sat in the crevices of Agatha’s hips, her thumbs smoothed the material still covering them.
Time continued to pass, neither women knowing how long but Agatha most of it whispering praise and cuddling Rio for how well she had done through their session. With much protest from Rio who was now clingier than ever, Agatha managed to retreat to their ensuite and started to prepare a bath for the both of them.