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It has been weeks.
Well, maybe only days.
Okay, it has only been a few hours.
Just a few hours since Michaela had left that morning. Dressed in her maroon suit with a gray top underneath. Her hair slicked back into a beautiful, thick ponytail. Her brown skin, smooth and soft. Her scent warm and begging Francesca to reach out pull her back into bed. To bury into her neck and taste.
She had wondered what she’d tasted like.
But Michaela had cruelly, cold-heartedly pushed her away.
”You won’t know when to stop, Fran,” she said with a giggle. But Francesca knew she was serious by the way she kept a firm hand on her neck, right on the soft blue collar wrapped tight around Francesca’s neck. A reminder of who exactly was in charge here.
Francesca sighs at the memory, her fingers lightly brushing against the spot where Michaela had pressed into. Her collar weighing lightly against her skin.
She still feels the ghost of Michaela’s touch. The pressure lingering in her mind.
She’s sprawled in their shared bed, dressed in nothing but one of Michaela’s sleep shirts that might have been a day or two old in the hamper. It smells so deliciously of her lover. Francesca brings the collar of the shirt up over her nose and inhales deeply. She misses Michaela. Wishes she never had to go to work and could just stay home all day and romp around with her. It’s a Friday, so they should have the weekend together uninterrupted. But it has been a long week and Francesca always got antsy when the two of them hadn't spent enough time together. And, in this case, it was only a couple of hours of kissing and snuggling after work before Michaela got too tired. Apparently, the company has some big project. Francesca doesn’t care too much about the details.
All she knows is that it was keeping her away from her Michaela.
Francesca whines in frustration and buries her face deep into the pillow on Michaela’s side of the bed. She can’t help but to grind pathetically into the sheets below. The surrounding, but stale, scent of Michaela is only exacerbating the feelings deep in her heart. And somewhere else just a bit below.
“Michaela,” she whimpers quietly, her hand reaching down between her legs, gripping at the base of her cock and flinching at her own touch.
She isn’t allowed to do this, especially with Michaela not present. But the feeling is too much. She tells herself that she won’t cum, just stroke a bit while she takes long, deep inhales of sweet cocoa butter.
Michaela puts it everywhere. Her hair, her body. Places it on her lips so that when they kiss it’s saccharine and soft. It’s a smell that immediately sends Francesca into a desperate state.
This time the small whine is a sharp moan after a brush over her own tip feels overly sensitive. Michaela is all she can think of, her name is all she can say as she rubs herself up and down, imagining her own hand is Michaela’s soft and small one.
”Stop.”
The sharp, low voice makes Francesca freeze.
It’s painful to end her movements before she finishes. She doesn’t dare look up from the pillow. And she’s still hard as ever when the owner of the voice, no, the owner of Francesca, walks over to the bed, her heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor.
Two fingers dig their way underneath the leather collar, pressing themselves against the thick vein on the side of her neck. They pull and Francesca’s neck and head follow. She’s turned from the safety and warmth of Michaela’s pillow to face the woman herself in all her glory
”Bad pup,” she clicks, shaking her head. Her coiled hair flows with the motion. Her fresh scent fills the air around them and Francesca can’t help but to take a deep inhale of it. It satiates her a bit. The pressure on her throat, the smell of her owner.
But it’s not enough.
Now that Francesca has her scent, has her reminder of her own position in this relationship, she needs more.
Needs Michaela’s touch. To breathe the air that she breathes, to finally cum with her permission.
”Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” Michaela asks, cutting through the deep sensory state Francesca was falling into.
”N-no,” Francesca whimpers. “I promise I didn’t…,” her voice trails off as she flushes with embarrassment and need. “I was good, I promise.”
”You think that just because you didn’t cum, that you were good?” Michaela asks. It’s less of a question and more of a taunt.
”I’m sorry,” Francesca whines. But it’s still all too much. She needs Michaela now. Her hand, her mouth, her… she needs anything Michaela will give to her. “Please.”
Michaela hums and releases her fingers from underneath Francesca’s collar. “Let me unwind from work. And then I’ll decide if you deserve it or not.”
Francesca can’t do anything but nod. She’s desperate and it makes her thoughts go to places they would never go if she were in a sound state. What’s stopping her from jumping off the bed and onto Michaela? From pinning her down and capturing her lips into her mouth? From taking what she knew Michaela wanted to give her, if it weren’t for her incessant need to tease?
But, as if she was following Francesca’s train of thought, Michaela looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes flick to Francesca’s collar then back up to her eyes. A silent challenge.
Francesca is bigger. Stronger. She needs Michaela so badly it’s hard to breathe.
But she slinks back into the bed, nods her head in acquiescence. “Please hurry,” she whimpers. She knows the rules and has already broken them once. She remembers the corresponding consequence. She wouldn’t do it again. But the distracting hardness between her thighs makes it difficult. So she has to ask Michaela to move quickly or else she won’t make it.
”Touch yourself while you wait,” Michaela hums, her big, brown eyes trailing from Francesca’s eyes and down the gentle cuts and curves of her body. Her gaze lingers longingly on Francesca’s cock before darting back up to her own eyes. “But, cum and you won’t again for the next week. I already asked for those days off.”
Francesca’s eyes widen. An entire week with Michaela. Plus the weekend after that.
She couldn’t mess this up.
”I won't, I promise,” she breathes. It was a determined statement, although a bit pathetic.
Michaela hums and strokes Francesca’s cheek. She trails her fingers across the length of her jaw before leaning in close. Her plump lips lightly brush the sensitive skin of the bare parts of Francesca’s neck, right beneath her ear.
”See to it that you don’t.”
Then she turns away. Francesca let’s her go and she clicks her way to the bathroom that’s connected to their bedroom. As much as Francesca hates to see her go,but she so much so loves to watch her leave. No one had a body like Michaela, all roundness and curves in all the best places. She leaves the door wide open so that Francesca can watch as she gets undressed.
Francesca sighs quietly as her hand finally returns to her begging cock, already wet with precum she hadn’t realized she had been leaking. She pumps slowly as she watches Michaela strip. First her suit jacket, the heavy fabric falling to the floor with a weighted thud. Her heels slip off after that, exposing the black stockings that cover her feet and up her legs. Her pants came next, sliding slowly down. But the main event is underneath that. Michaela turns, her backside facing pointedly towards Francesca as she bends over to roll the sheer fabric down to expose the smooth, brown expanse of her legs. She’s wearing the black lace panties that drove Francesca crazy.
She knows what she’s doing.
”Michaela,” Francesca whimpers. But Michael doesn’t answer. Just hums as her hands rub slowly up and down the back of her own calves. Her perfectly manicured nails leave soft indents on her skin.
”I’ve been waiting to take those off all day,” Michaela sighs, relaxing into the feeling of being free of her clothes, but obviously teasing Francesca as much as she can before she gives in. She needs to make her want. Has to make her beg. Francesca has known this for a while.
“Your panties,” Francesca breathes, not caring about how desperate she sounds. It has been days since they’ve touched. A week since they’ve fucked. At least. “Please, mommy.”
Michaela giggles at the title. Francesca doesn’t say it often but knows Michaela can’t resist it.
”Patience, baby,” Michaela sighs, but stays bent over as if to give Francesca a show. Michaela sways side to side; and though she doesn't have a tail like Francesca, she can imagine it herself. This woman is nothing but a tease.
”Michaela,” Francesca says, a bit harshly. This time her moan is more of a grunt. Her stroking speeds up a bit and she starts panting heavily.
All that’s left is her shirt and underwear. Her shirt comes off without ceremony. Over her head and exposing the matching lace bra underneath. Francesca is always amazed at how such a small body can have such heavy breasts.
Francesca gives a small grunt. She’s already close.
Of course, Michaela can tell. She gives a clarifying cough to remind Francesca of the rule she was made to follow.
Francesca lets go of herself with an annoyed whine. Any more and she would’ve spilled all over herself. And as much as she wants to, there is somewhere else she wants to cum instead.
”My good girl,” Michaela coos, not looking her way, but staring at her own body in the mirror. “Keep this up and I might let you cum inside this time.”
It’s as if she knows every thought Francesca even dares to think.
”Come take these off of me, pup.”
Francesca doesn’t need to be told twice before she’s scrambling off the bed, still covered in only Michaela’s shirt.
She’s behind Michaela in an instant, reaching for the clasp of her bra that she’s unhooked so many times before. It never feels any less exciting.
”Someone’s happy to see me,” Michaela hums, leaning back and pressing her backside against Francesca. The top of her head barely reaches the bottom of her chin.
”Please be nice,” Francesca groans. She can’t take anymore lest she make a mess over the both of them.
”I know, I’m sorry,” Michaela says, turning around to face Francesca once her bra completely falls to the floor. “One last piece?”
Francesca decides to push the limit a bit. She leans forward to kiss Michaela’s neck, smiling when she hears her sigh in content. She takes that as a sign that this is okay and allows herself to indulge. Her lips make their way down— along with her knees. She presses open mouthed kisses to each inch of Michaela’s skin. At the top of her breasts, the center, right on top of the nipple— she takes a bit more time there, relishing in the moan that Michaela lets out as her tongue licks slowly. She continues her journey down. Kisses Michaela’s soft tummy as she brings her hands to her waist and her knees to touch the cool tile floor beneath them.
She looks up and wags. Michaela is so beautiful from this angle. Her soft, roundness makes her look like a goddess, and she stares down at Francesca with so much love and adoration it makes her melt. This was the feeling she has been waiting for all day. Close to her Michaela and inhaling her scent, at her mercy. Her face falls into the nook between Michaela’s thighs.
”I love you s’much,” she mumbles into the skin there.
Michaela laughs gently. A pretty sound that rings throughout the bathroom. She cards her fingers through Francesca’s chestnut hair, making her lean into the touch. “I love you more, Francesca. You’re my very special girl, do you know that?”
Her hand travels down Francesca’s face making her shiver. It cups the underside of her jaw and pulls her up to look at Michaela directly. “Do you know that?” She repeats. Her normally soft, brown eyes bore into Francesca’s own. Her pinky reaches down to toy with the collar.
“Yes,” Francesca breathes. Her hands finally tug at the waistband of Michaela’s lace underwear. She pulls them down her thick thighs to expose exactly where she wants to be. The soft curls that lie there. The slight wetness that has begun to form. All because of Francesca. All for Francesca. “Yes, I know it.”
”Good girl,” Michaela sighs. She leans back and braces herself against the marble counter. “Go ahead then, baby.”
She doesn’t need to say it again.
Francesca’s tongue darts out to lap at her soaked inner thigh, moaning immediately at the taste she has been wanting for: for so long.
”Shouldn’t I be the one moaning right now?” Michaela giggles.
“Hush,” Francesca says before giving a slight nip to the skin between her legs. Michaela, surprisingly, doesn’t react to the bite besides laughing even more.
Francesca is so in love she can’t take it anymore.
She skips the buildup and puts her mouth directly where she wants it. Her tongue sticks out and licks broad stripes, tasting all that has built up from her own teasing. Francesca knows that Michaela gets off on making her suffer a bit, but this…
”You’re so wet,” Francesca says, leaning back to show the slick that coats her lips and chin.
”Mhmm,” Michaela hums, gripping the back of Francesca’s head and pushing her face back into her soaked cunt. “Clean it up for me.”
Francesca moans against Michaela’s clit, causing the woman to tremble and sigh at the vibration. She relaxes into Francesca’s mouth, lets her lap away and taste what she has been missing for days now. Her hands weigh heavy on the back of Francesca’s head, adding pressure as she begins to cant her hips against the tongue sliding against and into her.
“You’re so good, Fran,” Michaela sighs, looking down at the eyes gazing up at her. Eyes so wide and begging that Michaela can’t help but to give in. “Get up.”
Francesca scrambles to her feet and surges forward to press her wet lips against Michaela’s. Letting her taste the mix of Michaela’s essence that covers the outside and inside of her mouth and she moans at the taste.
”Do you understand now?” Francesca huffs, just barely separating their mouths from each other. “Do you understand why I can’t go a day without this? Without you?”
Michaela shuts her up by pressing their faces back together, exploring the inside of Francesca’s mouth with her tongue. Francesca whimpers. It’s a pathetic sound. One that rids Michaela of any desire to tease or to deny her sweet girl any longer.
Not to mention how much she needs it too.
”Take me to the bed,” Michaela husks. “Take me to the bed and fuck me, Fran.”
Francesca is so obedient.
She wraps her hands underneath the soft, pliant flesh of Michaela’s backside, and, with a strength deceptive of her build, lifts Michaela off of her feet and wraps her thighs around her firm waist. She smiles as Michaela giggles and leans up to press a tender kiss to her lips.
Francesca slowly walks out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. The way she puts Michaela onto the bed is less gentle, though. It’s more of a firm toss than the soft ministrations she had given Michaela just moments before.
Her hands travel up her sides, down her thighs, and around her calves as she lifts and rests Michaela’s legs on top of her shoulders. “May I?” Francesca asks. So polite and respectful. Michaela knows that if she grants it, her gentle disposition will not last long. “Please, Michaela.” Their eyes never break contact as Francesca presses a soft kiss to the inside of her leg.
”Yes, baby,” Michaela says heavily. Knowing this woman will be the end and beginning of her. “Yes, please. I need you.”
Francesca whimpers at the confession and her hand flies down to her cock, steadying it to press against her entrance. The both of them suck in their breaths at the same time. Francesca’s eyes shut as she rubs the tip in and around the outer folds. Gathering the wetness there before sinking in so, so slowly. So slowly that Michaela can feel each and every centimeter that presses its way inside of her.
Michaela’s arms fly up from their bed and wrap around Francesca’s neck as she feels it all. It really has been so long since they’d been tied together like this. Work has been distracting her from what really matters. And, at least at this moment, what matters to Michaela the most is the feeling of Francesca inside of her.
”Move,” Michaela orders, though it comes out more as a sob. “God, please, move Fran, I need—“
She gasps as Francesca thrusts into her before she can finish her sentence.
There’s hardly any resistance, Michaela is so wet that Francesca slides in and out of her easily. But Michaela clinches around her so tightly that Francesca’s eyes do the same. She grunts after every thrust, feeling the way Michaela grips around her and pulls her inside, begging for her seed.
”Francesca,” Michaela gasps, ‘Frances- Francesca!”
”Yes,” Francesca grunts in response. Michaela doesn’t have to say anything but her name in that voice, that sweet, high pitched voice, to get her into a completely mindless self. “Yes,” she repeats, letting her desires take over her entire being.
She gives another show of strength, lifting from her knees to push Michaela’s hips up further. Further up above her head and folds her onto herself, her knees landing next to her head to give Francesca a deeper angle.
“Fuck,” they both moan in unison. Francesca looks down to see Michaela staring back up at her. Wide, brown eyes moist with tears but full of love and something else. Something that drives Francesca into something of a frenzy with her hips.
“Inside,” Michaela whines, tightening around Francesca as if to beg her with her other lips. Her legs wrap tightly around her lover, locking her into their embrace. “Inside, Fran.”
Francesca nods, though she wouldn’t ever pull out of Michaela if she has any say.
Tonight, as the sunset filters into their room, what Francesca wants and what Michaela needs is exactly the same. As it usually is.
Francesca lifts her own hips and lowers her hands on either side of Michaela’s head to brace herself. Michaela looks at her desperately. Eyes begging for Francesca to bring the both of them over the edge.
However, Francesca can’t focus on that. Not when Michaela is so beautifully bent over; her calves framing her soft face, her thighs high in the air. Her breasts so beautifully pressed and flattened beneath gravity. And her cunt so wonderfully displayed and full of Francesca.
”You’re perfect,” Francesca breathes, admiring the view beneath her.
”And you,” Michaela says, reaching up to cup the gentle curve of Francesca’s cheek.
“Need to fuck me before I take matters into my own hands.”
As much as Francesca would like that, she would like even more to be the one that makes Michaela fall apart. After all, Michaela’s the one who’s been keeping her from what she wants for all this time. She needs some kind of punishment for that.
”No,” Francesca says firmly. She presses Michaela down even more into the bed, pushing herself in deeper, if somehow possible.
Michaela seems to feel it, her eyes widening as she’s stretched further. She throws her head back into their bed as she groans to accommodate all of Francesca.
”Okay,” she relents. “Okay, okay, just. Please. Please, Fran.”
Francesca feels satisfied with her payback. Both she and Michaela have waited long enough. “Okay.”
Her thrusts are deeper, longer with this new angle. They press into the very spot that makes Michaela wail pathetically, though Francesca would never say so to her face.
The slap of their skin, the wet sounds of Michaela make a symphony that Francesca has been begging to hear for so, so long. Her senses are overcome. The ringing of Michaela’s soft moans, the feel of Michaela gripping and pulling around her, the lingering taste and smell of Michaela on her lips.
Michaela, Michaela, Michaela.
”Yes,” the woman herself responded. Her voice comes out in short gasps that coincide with each pump of Francesca’s hips. “Yes, Francesca, I’m right here.”
She must have chanted her name out loud.
”I—,” Francesca chokes. One of her hands reaches to grip at Michaela’s breast. She squeezes and tugs, making the both of them moan out into the room. “I’m going to— Inside. Michaela.”
”Okay,” Michaela whimpers. Her walls flutter around Francesca as she digs her fingernails deep into the pale skin of her shoulders. It’s sure to leave marks, if not cuts, though Francesca doesn't mind at all. “Please, Francesca, I need—“
She doesn't get to finish her sentence before Francesca cries out, leans forward and bends Michaela even more as she spills inside of her.
The warmth of Francesca is enough to topple Michaela over with her, soaking both of them in the process.
When they both come down, Francesca realeses her hold on Michaela. She pulls out with a whimper from the sensitivity and carefully unfolds Michaela, letting her rest gently on her back.
She watches in fascination as some of her cum leaks out. Michaela groans and squeezes her thighs together in an attempt to keep the rest in. Francesca uses two of her fingers to gather what’s come out and push it back in. The woman beneath her winces from sensitivity but hums in approval.
The sun is long gone and the only light left is the faint light from the streetlight filtering in through the bedroom window. “I will clean us up,” Francesca hums, turning on their bedside lamp.
—
There was no need to get the towels after that, considering Michaela pulled Francesca into a few more rounds throughout the night. She had no complaints. They had so much time to make up for, and even more time since Michaela has the week of.
Francesca’s internal alarm wakes her up at around 6am every day. Even despite the two for them staying up and tangling themselves into the early hours of the morning. She looks over to Michaela sleeping beside her. This was one of the rare nights she hadn’t tied up her hair, allowing her tight curls to fall softly onto her face. Her lips are parted revealing the adorable, tiny gap between her front teeth. Everything about her looks small and soft and Francesca’s heart swells with love.
She should let Michaela sleep. She’s been working so hard and deserves all the rest she can get. Francesca knows this and yet she can’t help but to reach her hand forward and brush Michaela’s soft strands of hair from out of her face. She cups her plush cheek before leaning forward to press a kiss there. Then two, then three. By the fourth, Michaela is stirring.
”Frannie…,” Michaela murmurs as she wakes.
Francesca kisses her cheek once more. “Hi, Micki,” she responds, her lips brushing against the velvety skin
Michaela giggles at the nickname, at the tickle of Ffrancesca’s lips. “You couldn’t let me sleep?” she asks, turning her head so that their lips can brush against each other.
Francesca takes a deep inhale. Michaela’s scent has changed to where it still smells like herself but also of Francesca and of heavy sleep. And just a bit of sex.
She can feel her cheeks turn red at the thought.
It’s still too early, she tells herself. She satisfies herself with a deep kiss, taking Michaela’s plump lower lip into her own mouth.
“I love you, Francesca,” Michaela whispers, their lips barely parting.
Francesca keens under the attention. “I love you too, Michaela.”
”Now,” Michaela says, reaching her hands up to cradle Francesca’s jaw in her gentle hand. “Let me sleep.”
They giggle in unison before falling into each other’s embrace.