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Emily brings it up over pizza and wine one night when you’re more than a few decks into a seemingly endless Sorry game. “I have an idea.” You’re immediately suspicious because you know this woman inside and out, and that phrase from her is right up there with Derek Morgan hollering ‘watch this’ before he does something stupid. “We need a vacation, we have the time off to use. I want to put the location choice to a bet.” JJ is automatically interested because she has the competitive drive of an athlete… because she is one. You’re still suspicious and getting more suspicious by the moment. “I set the game and the rules. Whoever survives it longest gets to choose where we go on vacation.”
You draw another card from the deck without moving any pawns out of your starting square. “I’m sure I’m going to regret asking this, but what is the game? What are the rules?”
“On Friday, we’re slated to work from home.” Yep. Suspicion was the correct response. “Ace is going to cockwarm while we work.” You completely forget how to breathe air, choking dramatically while glaring at her.
“Excuse me. What?! How in the ever loving fuck am I supposed to get anything done if I’m… doing that,” you demand, blushing profusely as you skip over the word.
Emily ignores your questions for now. “Jen gets a remote control device…”
“Let me guess,” JJ sighs, already understanding this proposed game. You’re still stuck at start, both in the board game and this hypothetical situation Emily is describing. “You’re going to control my toy. She’s going to sit on your lap. Both of us are going to try and get work done, and you’re going to try and break us.” Emily looks mighty pleased with herself, her confirmation accompanied by a shit-eating grin. “And how is the winner determined?”
“Couple of options. We set a certain number of case files to be completed, and the first person done wins, but there might be inherent balance issues because there’s no way to ensure that one of you doesn’t get a call-in-the-troops kind of file. Second option is we do it by time survived, and whoever bows out first forfeits. Third option is we set a timer, and assuming you both survive the game that long, we settle the winner like adults.”
“So rock paper scissors?”
“Yep,” Emily hums excitedly. “What do you say?”
Come Friday, you have no idea why you agreed to this nonsense. It feels very, very awkward to be reviewing case files and doing paperwork without pants on. It’s even more awkward to be doing that on Emily’s lap with her strap wedged in your pussy. Every time either one of you shifts even a little, you feel it. It’s insanely distracting.
More often than not, Emily makes it intentionally more challenging. She’s controlling the game for both of you. (You’re partially surprised she hasn’t burned out the battery for the remote controlling JJ’s toy yet.) That attitude seeps into the way she talks. That tone will break you before cockwarming does. Every now and again, she grabs your hips, pulling you down onto her strap, burying it deeper in your pussy. “Are you making a mess, pretty girl?” You reread the same line in the file for the fifteenth time. JJ isn’t getting it any easier. She’s on the other side of the expansive desk, squirming in her seat while Emily plays with the rhythm and intensity of the toy in her pussy. “Getting any work done, Jennifer,” Emily taunts.
“Going great,” she bites out.
“You can wiggle around just like she is,” Emily reminds you. You don’t know which option is worse. You’re trying to think of the long game. JJ’s too damn competitive to fold, so as delightful as rocking back and forth for the sake of friction might feel, it will also likely cap you out well before the day is done. “I know how much you love getting fucked against the desk, love. Just say the word, and I’ll bend you over right this second.” It brings you great joy that Emily’s dirty talk affects JJ just as much as it affects you.
The playing field remains level.
The only reprieve either of you get is for coffee or bio breaks. When Emily retrieves fresh coffee for everyone, she turns off JJ’s toy because it’s a physical impossibility to cockwarm on Emily while she’s moving around the house. Same with restroom breaks or just needing to stretch out legs. You’re sitting on her lap after all.
When JJ’s phone rings, her titled last name greeting sounds much more clipped than usual. “Sure, of course. We can be there within the hour.” The call hung up, she shrugs. “Looks like we determine the bet the old fashioned way. We’ve got to go into the office for the last part of the day.”
“Not necessarily,” Emily counters. Your brain is a little too scrambled to follow her train of thought because sitting like this on her… cockwarming in the middle of the bullpen… that’s what fantasies are made of and would 1) be past all of your hard limits as a trio and 2) get you all fired and put on some sort of sex offenders list. “Wear one of the pussy plugs. Full, stretched, just wearable.”
“You have got to be kidding,” you bite out in desperation.
“It’s no different than wearing vibrators in your panties or using a butt plug throughout the day,” she explains calmly. That nonchalance is unnerving and exciting like she’s talking about something as G-rated as wearing shoes to work. Still she’s right. It’s not uncharted territory. You’ve worn toys to work before. Not regularly, but also not never. “All in or we’re all out.” Her hands soothe down your arms, as she kisses your shoulder blade. “You can always say no. Work is a very, very sensitive location, so err on the side of caution unless you’re really sure.”
“What do they need us for?”
“Rossi just said that the Dragon Lady recalled the team. We all have non-case related paperwork we need to fill out about requalifications and other mandatory certifications, so it might be related to that. Or she’s just being a raving bitch and exercising power because she can.”
“It wasn’t that we had a case? Not traveling anywhere or anything that’s actually urgent like someone’s life,” you clarify.
“Rossi didn’t mention anything like that. It also doesn’t have to be all or nothing, baby. If we get to work and it’s too uncomfortable or the reason we’re there is more serious than just paperwork, we can take out the toys in the bathroom and store them in our go-bags. I’m on board whichever way you want to play this.” You know JJ is chasing the high that this edging and competitive spirit is going to bring when she finally gets to come later tonight. With the reassurance that you can call it at work too, you agree, feeling a flush of mixed emotions. Nerves and excitement blend in your belly.
When Emily lays you down on the bed, she presses gentle kisses at the top of each of your thighs before similarly decorating your abdomen. “Just say the word,” she reminds you. “This is meant to be fun and playful. It’s not meant to make you uncomfortable in an unpleasant or dangerous way.”
“I know. The nervousness isn’t the bad kind. More anticipation than anything else. I’m okay.”
“Alright, my love.” Tenderly Emily smooths some of the fly-aways back from your forehead. She holds the pussy plug in your line of sight. It’s familiar, but she gives you the rundown anyway. “The base is smaller, so it should be the most comfortable for long-term wear. The oblong shape and size gives a good feeling of fullness and stretch. Good?”
“Green.”
With one last kiss, you all get dressed in work appropriate clothes. Most importantly, you and JJ put on pants and underwear.
Somehow… somehow… it’s less awkward having the pussy plug in and trying to do work than it was cockwarming and trying to do work. Maybe your brain thinks of your added clothing as a shield that protects you from all sorts of things, your own feelings included. Maybe it’s the physical separation from Emily that makes it easier; you’re not needing to account for her movements, playful touches, or sultry, dominating whispers. Whatever it is, you’re not as concerned about the continuation of the game once you’re all in the bullpen at your desks working. You manage four of the cases in your pile.
It’s all fine and dandy until the last hour of the day. Then the issue is that your vision starts to haze at the edges in a very familiar way. You don’t understand how any part of your subspace is accessible right now. There’s no bondage, no impact play. The only similarities are your obvious arousal, the controlling nature of the game, and the usage of toys. Oh. And the insane amount of trust you’re putting in your partners to be doing this here. Yeah… that might do it. You squeeze your eyes shut, temporarily pressing your forehead against your desk. Emily is by your side in an instant, her hand warm on your back, as she crouches next to you. “Ace, love, what’s wrong?” Just her comforting touch makes you hum a quiet contented sound. “Ace… are you…”
“Dunno,” you mumble. “I’m okay.”
“Come with me,” she demands. You follow her willingly. The haziness takes more of your peripheral with the ease of obeying her, location aside.
In the bathroom, you lean into her, seeking everything about her. You want her comfort, her touch, her instruction, anything and everything. Emily stabilizes you, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you against her chest. Her hand works the fly of your jeans. “What?”
“We’ll take it out.” You shake your head, as you cling to her shoulders. “Love, you subbed at work was not part of the conversation. In no way did I think you’d find that mindset.”
It’s kind of like having a drink though. Once you have one, it’s always easier to say yes to another. Once you feel the enticing tendrils of your subspace, regardless of how deep you go, it’s so much easier to agree to the activity that got you there. Yes is a much easier answer when you’re hazy around the edges or completely subbed. Part of that subspace for you has always been suggestibility, and it’s because of that. You insist you’re okay. “Kiss me please.”
“You’re making it very hard to be rational,” Emily chides. She lifts her arm, checking the watch face on the inside of her wrist. “We’ve only got a bit of the day left before it’s reasonably acceptable to leave, so if you’re sure, we can keep it going.” You nod immediately. “Try and keep yourself hazy. Don’t sink all the way - not yet, not here.” You don’t have a damn clue how you’d control that. Emily said it like an instruction though, so you’ll try. “Once we’re in the car heading home, then you can sink into it. When it’s just us, okay? When it’s safe for you to be that vulnerable and free, okay?” You nod again, leaning heavily against her. Your face finds the gentle curve of her neck, as you nuzzle close. “Are you sure?”
“Green, Em,” you hum. “Feels good.”
“Okay, my love. I’ll pull you out of it if I need to.”
“No, it’s good.”
When you’re back at your desk, you’re partially aware of the conversation Emily and JJ have, whispering rapidly to each other where Emily is hunched over JJ’s desk chair. Then JJ comes to check on you too. Your eyelids flutter shut at the tingling feeling of her hand on your thigh. Your confirmation is the same for her as it was for Emily a few moments ago. The hazy edges feel too damn relaxing to pass up.
You focus on the paperwork in front of you with limited success, but you got more done today than you expected when Emily proposed this game initially, so it’s a win one way or the other.
Over the course of the next half hour, JJ repeatedly tries to keep you in the shallow depths of your subspace. She does the best she can without calling attention to your rapidly changing demeanor. You can feel your energy morphing into the submissive version of yourself. You don’t have enough sense to care that other people in the bullpen might also notice; attendance is pretty light with it being a work-from-home day for most of this department, so at least that’s working in your favor.
When Reid asks if you’re okay, Emily takes matters into her own hands and quickly gathers up her stuff, instructing JJ to do the same. Then she hovers over you and makes piles out of your open case files. She fills your backpack, cleans off your desk, and locks your drawers. Her breasts brush against your arms and back, as she goes through the end-of-day motions around you; you can’t focus on anything else. “Let’s go.” There’s no room for disobedience. You wave to Reid and follow her to the elevator bank. Once behind the very slight privacy of the elevator doors, you lean into her again, shoulder to shoulder. “I think maintaining any sort of subspace in the bullpen while cockwarming means you win the bet,” Emily decides. You hum, much less concerned about the win and much more intrigued by the subspace you can now fully sink into. “Let us get you to the car, my love.”
“Mhmm,” you manage.
JJ slides in the backseat first, and Emily helps you in, making sure you don’t knock your head. “Use Jen for the comfort you need.” You didn’t need that instruction; you’d do that anyway, already searching for her. Seatbelts frustrate you when you just want to crawl on top of JJ and melt bonelessly against her.
Her thumb gently strokes over the back of your hand. “I’ve got you, baby. Do you want to take the plug out?” You shake your head, tipping over to lean on her shoulder as much as possible. “No? It still feels good?”
“Really good, in between fuzzy and floaty.”
“We can help you find more of it when we get home if that’s what you want.” Your body clenches around the plug. You feel wonderfully full and stretched. Cockwarming on either one of your partners is preferred. The physical contact makes it for you. But this pussy plug is a great second. The more you think about the sensations and stimulation instead of trying to maintain your subspace depth, the more you squirm, squeezing your legs together. “Looking for some relief?” You nod quickly. “Okay, easy,” JJ soothes. “Shift your hips forward a bit.” Her hand fiddles with the button and zipper on your jeans, as she maneuvers into the snug confines of the denim. Your head drops back to the seat with a throaty moan, her fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. “There you go, baby.” Emily groans from the front seat, clenching the steering wheel. “Nope, your game, you deal with the consequences,” JJ snarks playfully at her.
Your pussy has been filled all day. You’re more than ready. Your hips work against her hand in short bursts, restrained by the seatbelt. You whimper, the muscles in your torso clenching, your body trembling. “Please. Please, can I come?”
“Let go, pretty girl,” Emily demands from the driver seat. Her voice is tight with barely restrained desire. “Come for JJ. Is your pussy squeezing around the plug?” The noises you make border on pathetic, but your pleasure overwhelms any self conscious bullshit you might feel. When you shout your release, Emily praises you, sending more sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. “You want one too, Jen?” The vibrating toy inside JJ kicks back to life, a very purposeful rhythm controlled by the remote in Emily’s hand. “I know you can feel how wet she is, sweetheart. Are you going to lick her clean when we get home so you can feel her come on your tongue? You love how our girl tastes, don’t you?”
“Jesus Christ,” JJ gasps.
“Emily is fine,” the older woman sasses from the front.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” JJ’s curses echo in the car’s cabin. “Fuck, that’s good,” she sighs as her body settles in the aftermath of her climax. “But I’m definitely going to need more than one.” Emily chuckles knowingly. Your body tingles and flushes with the idea of the night ahead.