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Emma loved to be smacked around a little, Dana winced at the idea of hurting her perfect little lamb. Emma had a surprisingly high pain tolerance, and Dana’s hand got sore after just a few slaps. But Dana would do anything for her little girl.
One night Emma asked to be hit harder, and Dana couldn’t do it. She could see bruises starting to come in, could feel the sting deep in her own palm. “Honey, I’m going as hard as I can.” Her voice was gentle, laced with just the slightest bit of concern. She’d dated a few girls who liked to be spanked a bit, but nothing like this.
Emma pouted and rubbed her ass against Dana’s hand. “But Daddy,” She moaned in that way she knew Dana loved. “I-I need it.”
Dana found herself at a crossroads. Sure, Dana knew what Emma liked and didn’t like, had an idea of where her limits began and ended, but actually dancing around them felt dangerous.
“You need this?” Dana was speaking plainly now, no longer in the scene they’d discussed ahead of time. “I gotta be honest Kiddo, I’m getting kinda nervous.”
“Nervous?” Emma echoed, voice still light and airy from subspace. “Why?” Her eyelids fluttered softly as she crawled to face Dana, sitting nice and snuggly on her lap.
Dana tried to pick her words carefully. “I’m not trying to yuck your yum, but I… I don’t know.” She sighed as her fingers combed though the other woman’s curls as best they could. “I guess I just don’t… know if this is healthy.”
Emma thought for a moment. This was one of those things Emma always knew about herself, though naturally she lacked the words to put pen to paper for a while. “I’m not quite in the right, uh, headspace for this.” She chuckled, nuzzling deeper into Dana’s touch. She probably should have been looking at her, now that she thought about it. “But let me try.”
Briefly, Dana regretted bringing up the subject, but she didn’t notice any uncertainty or discomfort in her voice. “Fair point. Take your time, Kiddo.” Emma was a big girl. If she needed to change the subject, she would.
Emma’s cheeks flushed with heat. “It’s kind of like going to a scary movie knowing it’ll freak you out. It’s a little frightening, and sometimes it can hurt… but isn’t that why you went to see it in the first place?” She paused for a moment after speaking. “I hope that makes even a little bit of sense. I’m still pretty heady right now.”
It made enough sense. “But a horror movie can’t leave you bruised up for weeks.” Dana was committed to understanding it for her sweet little lamb. “It…” She inhaled sharply as she forced the words out, “It just feels like a form of self-harm to me.”
Emma whined into Dana’s lap as she struggled to find her words. “It’s different. When someone I really love hits me, it feels… Good. It gets me out of my head and puts me back in my body for a few minutes. It makes me feel… Puppy-brained.” The longer she spoke the more difficult it became. “It makes me feel good. I don’t think self-harm feels that way.”
A hum left Dana’s throat as she considered Emma’s words. She couldn’t help but smile warmly down at her girl. “You’re pretty smart for a little puppy, you know.” As Dana’s nerves began to calm she felt herself slip back into the scene.
Emma giggled and beamed at the praise. “Thank you, Daddy.” Her ass wiggled ever so slightly, as if her tail was wagging.
“So…” Emma looked up at Dana with the biggest puppy eyes she could manage. “Could… Could you spank me some more?” A quiet whimper fell from her lips. “Please, Daddy?”
Dana let out a long, over the top sigh as she stared lovingly down at Emma. Suddenly, she couldn’t feel the sting still echoing through her palm. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Kiddo.” Nevertheless, she patted the spot next to her on the bed. “You know what to do.”
Emma grinned as she nodded her head. As slowly as she could manage, she readjusted so her ass was sprawled across her lap. “I love you, Daddy.”
Dana felt her clit throb against her boxers. “Daddy loves you so much, Kiddo.”
And so the evening went. Dana was only able to manage another good fifteen minutes, but Emma didn’t seem to mind. Emma didn’t seem to mind much of anything. Another thing that worried Dana, but if she learned anything tonight it was to trust that Emma could handle herself.
That wouldn’t stop Dana from babying her precious girl now that their scene was over. She wrapped lazy yet intentional arms around her, her hold light enough for Emma to readjust as often as she’d like. Her ass felt warm against her lap.
“Sorry, Kiddo. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was at my limit.” She chuckled softly, her thumb grazing against the soft skin of Emma’s stomach. “You are one tough nut to crack.”
Emma sighed dreamily as she got herself comfortable in Dana’s arms. No matter how she positioned herself she could feel the dull ache radiate through her skin, and it was exactly what she had wanted. “Thank you.” She replied, voice back to its mousier default. “I roughhoused a lot with my brother growing up.”
That earned a hearty laugh from the older woman. “I bet you kicked his ass.” She grinned into Emma’s neck.
“Most of the time.” Emma admitted. “He had a habit of swinging before he looked. I never did anything without double checking. It usually worked in my favor.” She yawned against Dana’s chest as her body settled into her. Her eyelids fluttered between shut and open, breathing falling into a slow rhythm. “I’m sorry I got too tired… Can we pick this up tomorrow? You know how much I love going down on you.” Her voice was delicate and breathy.
“Of course, honey. And never apologize for needing to tap out. It’s late, and I made you think so hard earlier.” Dana cooed at her girl. “Get some rest.” Emma was snoring before Dana had even finished her sentence. Endearing, and annoying. God. Dana missed the days she could fall asleep anywhere. Somehow, she didn’t find it as difficult to drift off as she normally did.
Dana was a surprisingly heavy sleeper, Emma quickly came to learn. Even as she wriggled out of her arms, as she slinked her way down the older woman’s perfect body, all Dana did was snore. It made her happy in a way she hadn’t expected, to see Dana so at rest. But that wasn’t why Emma was awake.
No, Emma had other plans. She traced down Dana’s body with her fingers, the digits curling around the waistband of her boxers. Part of her wanted to take her time and savor the hell out of this moment, but she quickly abandoned the idea as Dana’s scent hit her nose. Sweet and musky, the slightest hint of sweat on the top. It was fucking perfect.
She wasted no time in pulling down her boxers. Emma stared in awe at the glistening slit in front of her and licked her lips. “Fuck.” She whispered through a bitten lip. She only spared another breath before she dove in.
Emma lapped a slow line from her entrance to her clit, her tongue flat against her folds. Jesus, how did she taste even better than she smelled? She felt her non-existent tail wag as she took lap after lap. Her hands felt their way up her torso, taking in every bit of sensation they could.
Soft and unfiltered moans fluttered from Dana’s lips, her body writhing gently under Emma’s tongue. Emma felt like she was in heaven, every one of her senses completely and so wholly satisfied. Her lips found Dana’s clit, sucking softly at the bundle of nerves. Emma moaned into Dana’s cunt at the feeling, squeezing her legs together to milk whatever friction she could.
Dana groaned as her hips began to grind against Emma’s face. The younger woman felt a flush of wetness as she hummed against her clit, her tongue dipping down to clean up the mess. She hardly noticed as it got harder to breathe, her face pressed so deep into Dana’s cunt.
She did notice, however, as a set of fingers sunk into her hair and gripped tight. It took Dana another moment or two to really process what was happening. “Well good morning to you too, Pup.” Dana chuckled. She moaned again, the smallest of growls bubbling from the back of her throat. “You just couldn’t wait, could you?
Emma whined as she was pulled away from Dana’s cunt. “I…” She hesitated, realizing just how pathetic she sounded. Not even sounded, how pathetic she was acting. It sent a throb straight down to her clit, which didn’t make answering any easier. “I’m sorry, Daddy… I just…”
Dana cut her off with a gentle shh, pressing her thumb lightly onto Emma’s lips. “I know, Kiddo. You just needed something in your mouth, didn’t you?” Without needing to be asked Emma parted her lips, sucking dutifully on Dana’s thumb as if it were her clit. She let herself suck a little harder than normal, considering the circumstances.
“That’s it, that’s my sweet girl.” Dana’s voice was low and breathy, face flushing ever so slightly pink. “Don’t worry, Daddy will fuck that pretty face of yours soon.” She blinked the sleep from her eyes as she felt herself slip into the right headspace. She readjusted so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling Emma with her all the way.
Emma ground her cunt desperately against the air, hips fucking nothing. She moaned around Dana’s thumb as she kept sucking, her tongue occasionally swirling around the tip of it. If she focused hard enough, she could feel the subtle lines of her fingerprint, could pick bits and pieces of its groove. She was shocked at how wet that made her.
“Alright, you’ve earned a little treat.” Dana popped her thumb out of Emma’s mouth and chuckled as her puppy whined in response. “You made such a mess, you know that right?”
Emma nodded, letting herself be pushed down to her knees. She stuck her tongue out, whimpering up at Dana for permission.
“Get to it, Kiddo.”
Finally, Emma was back in between Dana’s legs. She was too horny to tease Dana anymore, her lips immediately returning to her clit. She shook her head from side to side as she sucked, her hands gripping at Dana’s ass, as if trying to pull herself somehow closer.
Dana moaned in that raspy way that made Emma swoon, and she whimpered into her cunt as another wave of arousal hit her. Her thighs ground together, her own pussy getting wetter and wetter and wetter and—
Emma’s lips lost their latch on Dana’s clit as she gasped, crying softly as she came in her panties. A rush of shame slammed into her as she realized what she’d done, which upsettingly just made her cum harder.
Dana’s eyes widened for a moment, before her gaze shifted to something darker. Something hungrier. She used both hands to hold onto Emma’s head in place as she ground her cunt into her face. Dana rocked her hips with a surprising amount of force, not that Emma was complaining. She was in her happy place, absolutely blissed out as she stuck out her tongue and enjoyed the ride.
“Daddy’s gonna cum on that perfect face of yours…” Dana growled as she fucked Emma’s face. It only took a few more pumps for Dana to throw her head back and squeeze her thighs shut around Emma. She moaned in between pants, her knees buckling under the pleasure.
Eventually, Dana let go and allowed herself to fall back onto her bed, arms outstretched for Emma. “Fuck, Kiddo. I don’t think I’ve seen someone cum without being touched before. That was hot as hell.”
Emma could never turn down a cuddle invitation, flopping down onto the other woman unceremoniously. “I.. I haven’t either.” She admitted in a quiet voice, face still flushed with heat. “I had no idea I could do that.”
Dana thought for a moment, before sitting up against her headboard, pulling Emma up with her. “I think you deserve an extra special reward for that.” She muttered against her ear, her breath hot against the sensitive skin. It made Emma shiver.
“Okay, Daddy.” She nodded her head and instinctively spread her legs. “Thank you.” Emma had never felt like this before. Her relationship with Dana was relatively new, having only started a couple months ago. And they’d hooked up before since then, had conversation after conversation about their preferences in bed. But this felt different. It was as if Dana’s hands were hardwired to touch her body, as if she herself was made just for Dana to touch.
Dana reached her hand around Emma, lightly tracing a line down her torso with her index finger until she reached Emma’s soaked panties. If she didn’t absolutely fucking need to watch Emma cum again, she would have spent more time teasing her over the wet fabric. But she was still hungry.
She pushed past the useless bit of cloth, trained fingers immediately finding Emma’s puffy cunt. “My poor girl… So needy.” Dana bit down gently on Emma’s ear as she slipped one finger into her. “Let Daddy take care of you, okay?”
Fuck, Emma was so wet and warm against Dana’s finger. She added a second finger before curling them up into her, making sure to hit her g-spot every time. It was firm against her touch, a sure sign that Emma absolutely fucking needed this.
Emma nodded against Dana, melting into the older woman’s touch. Every sound that came out of her was some form of a whimper or whine, occasionally a sharp inhale when Dana really hit the right spot. She felt tears gather in the corners of her eyes as Dana’s thumb rubbed gentle circles over her clit.
“Daddy, fuck,” Emma could barely speak, but she knew how much Dana loved when her orgasms were loud and vocal. “Daddy, I’m so close…” She gripped tightly at Dana’s duvet, light sobs mixing with her moans.
It was the prettiest noise Dana had ever heard. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for Daddy.” Dana licked a slow line from her collarbone to her chin. She tasted delicious, so divine it felt sacreligious.
Emma’s body tensed so hard it almost hurt, hips grinding shakily against Dana’s fingers. She took in a long inhale, crying out cloves of Daddy, oh god, oh Daddy, don’t stop as all of the pressure inside of her released at once. Her cunt clenched hard around Dana’s fingers, and when Dana eventually pulled her fingers out, a quick burst of wetness followed them.
“Holy shit.” Dana chuckled in disbelief, staring at her now soaked mattress. “I didn’t know you could do that either, Kiddo.”
Emma was a mess, panting as she tried to process Dana’s words. Do what? She followed Dana’s gaze and saw the unmistakable wet spot all around her. “I… Jesus,” It was hard to catch her breath. “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for a new mattress cover, sheets—”
“Are you kidding?” Dana scoffed with a smile. “For one, there’s no way that didn’t soak down to the mattress. And for another,” She scooted Emma to the dry side of her queen bed, having her lay down. “I don’t care about the damn bed. So what if it smells like you? You’re mine now, Kiddo.”
Emma yawned as her head was guided to the pillow. She was too blissed out to blush any harder, her brain so beautifully empty.
“Let me get you some water, then we can go back to bed.” Dana smiled down at Emma, who was making a valiant effort to stay awake.
By the time Dana came back with a cool glass of ice water, Emma was already back asleep, curled up into the cutest little ball. Dana rolled her eyes and climbed into bed next to her.
The next day at work was pretty calm, all things considered. Patients came and went, some in worse shape than others, and most importantly nobody was fighting today. Even Santos seemed more restrained than normal, though Dana attributed that more to Al-Hashimi than anything. It felt like the more time the pair spent together the better Santos behaved.
Hm. Interesting.
Dana filed that thought away for later. It was hard to think about anything besides her and Emma’s plans for the evening.
Surprisingly, Emma had been the one to suggest it. Both women wanted to learn more about BDSM, and Emma had done hours of research into local events. The two had settled on one scheduled for that night, sent in their RSVP and everything.
It wasn’t anything crazy— neither woman felt ready to do anything besides kissing in public. Thankfully, they quickly discovered that a majority of BDSM events were completely non-sexual.
They were going to a munch tonight, apparently. Emma had described it as a book club for kinky people, which just felt absurd to Dana. But she trusted her girl.
The day went by overwhelmingly quickly, at least for Emma and Dana. Soon enough, Dana was back in her car waiting for Emma to join her. They were trying to keep their relationship a secret from their coworkers, at least for now, so they’d made a habit of entering and leaving at slightly different times.
In their haste, they didn’t notice two other people rushing out to their cars at the same time as them.
The drive was short. It honestly took longer to find a way to change into their evening wear in the confines of Dana’s shitty car. Emma wore an elegant strapless black dress, ever so slightly shimmery and just slightly too low cut to wear anywhere else. The sleeves hung off her shoulders in a way that made it hard for Dana to keep her eyes off her.
Dana herself chose to wear something more simple, donning a white jumpsuit, accented with a subtle gold chain. She had no clue how Emma managed to change into such a cute outfit.
Much to her surprise, the given address led them to a nice looking restaurant in a good part of town. Emma didn’t seem all too shocked, so Dana tried to push her expectations aside and take this experience on the chin. She’d been through so much, so many worse things than a couple hours out at a restaurant.
Emma held softly onto Dana’s arm as they walked inside. As they’d been instructed, they asked for the group by the host’s name, and were ushered to a large event space in the back of the restaurant.
They thanked the hostess and were quickly greeted by a young woman in a red cocktail dress who introduced herself as Vanessa.
“Welcome in! Just grab a nametag and pick a seat.” There was a glint of amusement in her eyes at how clearly new the couple was. “You don’t have to use your real name if you don’t want to. Most people don’t, for what it’s worth.” Vanessa smiled warmly at the pair before taking her seat.
Emma and Dana made their way to the nametags, the former picking up a loose Sharpie and humming in thought. “What’s a good name for me?” She mused as she tapped the end of the marker to her chin.
“Alyssa?” Dana shrugged her shoulders. The name was pretty enough, but nothing would ever come close to her Emma. “First one I thought of.”
After a moment Emma nodded, scribing the name down in near cursive. She peeled and stuck the nametag onto herself. “Now, who should you be…”
Dana gave a chuckle. “This one’s all you, Kiddo. Alyssa was my only idea.”
“How about… Freya?” Before Dana even had time to respond Emma was scribbling down the name in that same gorgeous font. Dana was fine with the name, but seeing it in Emma’s handwriting made her consider getting her name changed.
She felt butterflies in her stomach as Emma stuck the nametag right below her collarbone. “I love it.”
The two grabbed a table in the corner of the room and started chatting about whatever. Emma found it so easy to riff off Dana, loved how she spoke to her in such a tender voice.
They didn’t notice as another couple walked in after them, nor did they clock said couple staring at them. Not until Emma felt her phone buzz, and saw a text from… Victoria Javadi? Huh. She swiped her phone unlocked and tapped on the notification.
What the fuck. Look up.
No way.
No fucking way.
Emma slowly, so fucking slowly raised her gaze from her phone to the entrance she’d just come from. And there, inexplicably, stood Victoria Javadi and Cassie fucking McKay. Emma guessed they had more in common than she thought.