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Trinity stands in Baran’s kitchen, softly humming to herself as she places another plate into soapy water.
Baran had gone to bed not ten minutes ago. Work was… rough. Emotionally. Trinity supposes that’s the nature of working in the ED, but still. Today was especially taxing.
Just a whole lot of bloodshed. More than usual. It wasn’t pretty. And Baran was obviously affected by it.
The older woman hadn’t asked Trinity to do the dishes after dinner. She hadn’t asked her to do anything. She hadn’t said much at all, actually.
She just… had this look on her face. Somewhere between exhaustion and muted rage. Rage at the world, at the system, whatever. Trinity wasn’t sure.
But Baran had collected her after their shift in silence. Silence that stretched into the car ride, and then into the reheating of leftover chicken.
Silent though she was, Baran’s eyes were always on her. Always watching. And each time Trinity had met her gaze, the older woman refused to look away, her eyes dark and intense and filled with something that Trinity couldn’t name.
Something was up, but tonight wasn’t the night to talk about it. It was something that she had learned in their year of being together. Baran will happily communicate about what’s bothering her, but she needs time to decompress first. Time to process everything.
So, Trinity sent her off to bed with a kiss on the cheek and a promise that the housework would get done.
And it’s getting done.
Trinity sets the last plate into the drying rack and begins to wash her hands, watching the suds spiral down the drain.
She didn’t hear the shower running upstairs, so she assumes that Baran just went straight to bed.
At least, until…
She feels a warm hand slip over her shoulder and clasp tightly around the front of her throat from behind.
She freezes.
She knows this warmth.
She knows this scent. Almond and saffron.
Still, she can’t help the way her heart picks up in her chest. She’s sure the other woman can feel it.
Before she has any time to think, a velvety voice speaks into her ear.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak.”
She doesn’t. She holds still. Silent.
The command sends heat into her veins instantly, goosebumps prickling along her skin. It shoots up her spine and spreads into her bones.
Normally, she would be bratty. She would make Baran work for it. But right now, taken so quickly… god.
She’ll wait for whatever Baran decides to give her.
Like a good girl.
The fingers twitch against her throat. A shuddering breath caresses her skin.
“This is what’s going to happen,” Baran croons, voice lowering into something even more dangerous. “You’re going to go upstairs, take your clothes off, and lay face down on the bed. You will wait for me. You will not move until I tell you to.”
The woman shifts forward until her front is pressed flush to Trinity’s back, thoroughly trapping her against the counter.
And, through her frantic thoughts and heightened senses, she swears she can feel… something. Through Baran’s pants. Pushing against her ass.
Hm.
But, she wouldn’t dare move. Wouldn’t dare test her theory. Not when Baran holds such tight control over her. She has nowhere to run, after all.
She knows her place.
She feels teeth scrape against the back of her neck, and stifles a whine at the sharp sensation.
The other woman speaks again.
“I have had… a very long day.” Baran gives her skin a tiny nip. “So be a dear for me, be obedient, and I can make this wonderful for the both of us.”
Trinity shivers, unable to suppress the movement. Baran’s fingertips squeeze the sides of her throat in return, making her head feel all hazy.
Just the way Baran likes it.
Heat coils in her abdomen. Trinity mentally scolds herself. They haven’t even started.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Squeezes her eyes shut.
Focus.
Just then, Baran’s free hand slips past Trinity to rest on the countertop. The older woman’s thumb brushes over Trinity’s pinky, just barely there.
Trinity knows what it means.
It’s a little way for Baran to remind her that she does have control, even if she’s pinned down like this.
You can say no, it says.
Trinity sweeps over Baran’s thumb right back, not enough of a gesture to break the mood. Just letting Baran know that she wants this, that she’s ready.
It’s on, then.
She feels Baran smile against her skin. She presses her hips further into Trinity’s with a little huff. Whatever the hell is in her pants is nearly digging into her now, and she knows that Baran is well aware of what that’s doing to her.
Trinity squeaks out the smallest of sounds when it happens, and she’s surprised that Baran doesn’t scold her for it. Maybe she’s in a better mood than Trinity thought.
The older woman moves her hand on the counter to Trinity’s stomach, and wordlessly spins them both around. She remains at Trinity’s back as the younger woman faces out toward the kitchen.
“Walk straight up the stairs,” she drawls, lips brushing against Trinity’s ear. “You will not turn around.”
All at once, the contact is pulled away, the hand at her throat leaving little scratches behind as it departs.
Trinity takes half a second to collect herself, reeling at the sudden absence of heat and touch, right after it nearly overwhelmed her.
Slowly, she begins to make her way through the kitchen toward the stairs. She doesn’t hear anything behind her, not any movement at all. But she can feel the dark gaze burning into her skin.
Her mind races with all the possibilities the night has in store for her. All the different ways Baran might take her apart with her hands, her mouth, that toy at her hips.
She wonders which one it is. They have a few. It certainly didn’t feel small.
She climbs the stairs, each step adding to the feeling of anticipation building inside her. It’s a tingling sensation she can feel in her skin, compounded by the fuzziness she always gets when Baran orders her around.
She reaches the bedroom door, taking a breath before pushing inside.
The bed is made, as if Baran had never even thought of falling asleep before Trinity. As if she had planned this out.
A dim, warm-toned lamp on the dresser is the only light in the room, casting dark shadows and creating a comforting ambiance. The lighting is certainly familiar.
They had taken to affectionately calling it the sex lamp.
Trinity pulls off her clothes quickly. She’s not sure how much time she has before Baran comes up here, but she’s not eager to wait around.
The room is warm enough that the lack of clothes doesn’t bother her. She shuffles over to the bed.
The command repeats itself over and over in Trinity’s mind. Lay face down on the bed. She looks at the words from all angles, making sure she’s doing it right.
Trinity climbs onto the bed, easing herself down until she’s flat on her stomach. She lays her head atop and between the pillows, the gap allowing just enough airflow for her to breathe. Arms at her sides, legs straight.
She shifts, settling in, getting comfortable. You will wait for me.
And she does. For a while.
She isn’t sure how long, exactly. She’s only sure of the warmth swirling in her blood, the images in her mind. But she’s getting antsy.
The want has turned to need, and Baran isn’t even in the room.
You will not move until I tell you to.
It should be easy. The lack of action. But she’s wrestling with it.
She wants to squeeze her legs together. To press her hips into the mattress, just a little bit. She wants to tuck her hand under her weight and help the heat along.
She wants to, but she won’t. Because Baran had told her not to.
So, she stays there, perfectly still, perfectly obedient. Breathing slowly to calm her mind.
It feels like ages until she hears footsteps in the hallway. Her heart stutters at the sound. The scenarios her mind conjures sharpen, tinged with the idea that the woman behind them is just outside. The steps pause, and Trinity swears she can hear a deep breath just past the threshold.
Slowly, the door creaks open. She doesn’t look up. Doesn’t even acknowledge that anything changed. She stays face down, because she wasn’t told to move.
If Trinity could see Baran right now, she’d find a proud, hungry smile on her face. Dilated pupils. A pulse you can see in her neck.
For a moment, nothing happens. One long, agonizing moment. Trinity can feel her skin heating up under Baran’s watchful eyes.
The older woman approaches the bed.
“Good little thing, aren’t you?” Baran rasps from above her. “I thought for sure I’d have to teach you some manners.”
Trinity feels Baran place her hand between her shoulder blades, resting for a moment before digging her nails in. She drags them down Trinity’s back, leaving red lines all the way down to her hips.
The younger woman trembles, back instinctively arching into the bed, away from the scraping feeling.
She doesn’t know how many marks she’ll have peppered on her skin by tomorrow, but these ones will certainly be memorable.
“That’s it.” Baran lets out a low chuckle. “I know you like that.”
Oh, fuck.
She stops her hips before they can twitch forward at the words. She hopes Baran will be this talkative all night.
Baran pulls her hand away before long, stepping away from the bed and in the direction of the closet. She hears the door open, hears Baran shuffling around in there.
With the older woman’s gaze elsewhere, Trinity attempts to steady herself. She doesn’t want to get herself too worked up before anything actually happens.
Then again, it’s a little late for that. She can feel the slickness between her thighs, feel the heat pulsing throughout her body.
She hears Baran walk over again, tapping her once on the low back.
“Up.”
Without hesitation, Trinity obliges, bending one knee just a touch to lift her hips off the bed.
She hears Baran shift something beneath her. When the older woman taps her again, she sinks back down onto a plush surface.
She feels her heart begin to race.
Baran had placed a pillow under her hips.
Trinity swallows, her face warming up. She’s glad Baran can’t see her at that moment.
Is she about to fuck her just like this?
The thought of being ruined, defiled by the older woman’s strap, all while she remains face down in the pillows, nearly has Trinity losing it all together.
Baran will fuck her like a thing. Like something that exists only to please. And Trinity swears the room is spinning.
But just as she sinks further into her own mind, Baran speaks again, grounding her.
“Hands behind your back.”
Trinity listens, hands moving to rest palm side up on her lower back. Immediately, she hears the clicking of metal on leather, and before she can guess what it is, her wrists are being bound.
Baran works quickly, tying the younger woman’s hands together with a thick leather belt.
“And I also know…” she continues, testing the belt to ensure Trinity can’t escape. “...that you like being treated like a toy.”
Trinity inhales sharply. She’s forgetting herself. Her thoughts are slowing down with every word Baran says. This is only adding to it, her skin hypersensitive and flushed.
That concept, being immobilized, being tied up and fucked like a piece of meat is driving her crazy.
She hears the older woman move to the foot of the bed.
“Now,” Baran adds, “Spread your legs.”
Trinity feels her belly tighten, feels a pulse in her core.
She’s trying to kill me.
She obeys, comforter soft against her skin as she shifts her legs apart.
Immediately, the bed dips behind her, the older woman climbing atop it to kneel between Trinity’s legs.
Trinity feels insane. You’d never see it by looking at her, still as a statue and face hidden, but she’s ready to combust. She’s itching to move, to speak, anything. To turn her head to the side and beg Baran to fuck her, to break her.
Baran runs her hands over Trinity’s thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She spreads the younger woman’s legs apart a little further, leaning close to get a better look at Trinity's desire.
“Jesus,” the woman says, breath fluttering over Trinity’s clit, making her twitch. “So needy. You really are pathetic, you know that?”
Ordinarily, Trinity would nod, whine her affirmation and ask politely for more. But Baran hasn’t let her talk yet. So here she stays, submitting, letting Baran take whatever she wants from her.
Letting Baran play with her.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Baran slides a finger through Trinity’s folds. Trinity gasps, biting her lip. Her hands flex into the air, wanting desperately to grasp the bedding and hold on.
She settles for scraping her nails over the leather of the belt.
“Look at this. I almost feel sorry for you,” Baran speaks slowly, voice dripping with condescension, finger moving up and down through the wetness.
Before long, she dips her fingertip inside Trinity, giving her no time to adjust before pushing the entire length of it into her.
Trinity whines, eyes squeezing shut as she fights to remain still.
She just feels so good. Even if she’s not moving, some of that pressure inside her is relieved by the touch.
“So tight.” The older woman’s finger curls inside her, hitting a spot on Trinity’s front wall that has her hips jerking forward. “But that’s okay. Mommy’s going to break you in.”
Trinity’s body reacts to the words before her mind can catch up, squirming against the touch and atop the bedding like a puppy that can’t seem to sit still.
Baran’s finger slips out of her, and she sits back. Trinity feels her lean to the side, hears her uncap a bottle of lube.
It’s driving Trinity crazy, the fact that she can’t see Baran. She can’t see what toy she’s using, she can’t see how composed she is, she can’t even tell if the other woman is naked or not.
It’s all up to her imagination, which is growing blurrier by the minute as she sinks into a simpler, cloudy place in her mind.
What’s worse is that she knows Baran did this on purpose. Trinity doesn’t know how long Baran had been planning this encounter, but she knows it was perfectly orchestrated in order to ruin her as profoundly as possible.
Baran speaks again, voice husky.
“I’m going to fuck you until I decide you’ve had enough, and you’re going to take it until I’m done. Is that clear?”
Trinity doesn’t move. Her mind can’t quite pick up on it, whether or not Baran is asking her to respond.
But, in her silence, the harsh slap that Baran gives her ass is enough of an answer to that question.
“Speak.”
Trinity gasps at the pain. “Yes, mommy,” she answers, barely managing to get it out.
Trinity imagines the wicked smile on Baran’s face at the desperation in her voice. She imagines her tilting her head back with satisfaction, enjoying the rush that dominance gives her.
“Good.”
It only takes a few seconds for Baran to ready herself. Trinity feels the strap bump against her clit, the anticipation almost taking her under on its own.
If Baran doesn’t fuck her right now, she’s gonna get hysterical.
But luckily, the older woman seems to have mercy on her plight.
Baran slips the tip of the strap against Trinity’s entrance, thoroughly spreading her arousal around before pressing inside.
Trinity’s body goes taut as she’s split open.
Shit. She’s so big.
Inch by inch, Baran forces herself inside, the stretch nearly too much for Trinity to bear. It sends tingles up her spine.
What strap is this?
They groan in unison as her cock drags against Trinity’s walls. Baran sounds low and breathy, while Trinity is high-pitched and pleading.
“That’s it, take all of it. All of it.”
The older woman bottoms out, and Trinity feels like she’s drowning. She can’t catch her breath, swearing she can feel Baran in her chest.
Baran pauses for just a moment, shifting so her hands hold herself up on either side of the younger woman’s shoulders. The change in position jerks the strap deeper inside Trinity, making her squirm.
Baran’s hips pull back, slowly, making Trinity wait. Making her be patient.
When she thrusts forward, it’s brutal.
Fast and a little painful in a way that Trinity will never get enough of.
Trinity yelps when it happens, the motion rocking her forward on the bed. Her cock is big enough to reach a spot inside her that’s sure to leave her walking funny.
The older woman hisses above her. “Oh, I know. That feels good, doesn’t it?” She thrusts again, the gasp that Trinity lets out answering her. “Pitiful little thing.”
Trinity whines, still muffled by the pillows. There’s something about being treated this way. About being talked down to by Baran.
Most of the time, they’re making love. They’re going slow, taking their time. But every now and then, Baran takes complete control like this. Rips the carpet out from under her and brings out a side of herself that Trinity rarely gets to see.
And Trinity thinks she’s addicted.
The older woman sets an oppressive pace, hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust.
Trinity whines with it, little ah ah ahs spilling out when she’s driven forward. Her nails dig into Baran’s belt, holding on for dear life.
Baran’s right hand comes to press on Trinity’s lower back, not slowing her movements.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” the older woman says above her, a smile in her voice. “Can’t wait to break you.”
The snaps of her hips grow deeper, faster, and it’s so much.
Trinity feels tears prick the corners of her eyes. In her desperation, she bites down hard on the pillow beneath her mouth.
Wet heat drips lower in her body, and she feels like she’s being squeezed. Like the air itself is tightening around her.
Over and over again, Baran ruts into her, leaving sparks behind her eyes every time.
“Maybe I should fill you up, hmm?”
Baran’s nails dig into Trinity’s lower back as she says it.
And Trinity can’t seem to think about anything other than her.
Being claimed. Having a piece of Baran inside her. Feeling it happen.
She writhes against the bed, moans getting louder, heat coiling in her belly.
She wants it so bad. Wants to take it. If Baran let her speak, she would tell her just how much.
As it stands, words don’t seem all that necessary.
Baran sees the way she reacts. She watches Trinity’s muscles twitch, watch her hips jerk. She knows the younger woman’s body all too well.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Baran teases, still fucking into her merilessly. “You want me to make you mine? Huh? Come deep inside and make you mommy’s good girl?”
Trinity wails, a broken sound that even the pillows can barely dampen.
Her back arches, tilting her hips up just a little more, taking it that much deeper. That insistent pulse in her core screams at her to move, to do something, to ask for something, because she can’t hold on much longer.
Baran changes her position then, leaning forward and laying flat against Trinity’s back, Trinity’s bound hands between them. She slips her forearm under Trinity’s throat, the other arm burying itself beneath Trinity’s body and creeping down, down, down.
Still, her fingertips never quite reach where Trinity needs them. Just dancing along her skin, as if she’s mocking her.
Her eyes burn, desperation overtaking her like wildfire.
Even now, Baran’s metronome thrusts never falter, rolling through Trinity like thunder.
Trinity trembles. It feels like a hurricane of sensations happening around her, inside her, all over her. Baran is everywhere. Pressing her down, holding her up, fucking her so hard her mind blurs between dreams and reality.
The older woman pants against her ear, and when she speaks, it’s breathless enough to be endearing. That is, if Trinity could still process that notion.
All she can think about now is how badly she wants to be filled.
“That’s it, just lay there and take it. Let mommy use you until she comes.” Her breath flutters against Trinity’s skin. “Let mommy knock you up.”
Oh, god.
Her eyes roll back in her head.
Trinity feels herself hurtle toward the edge, skin prickling, core aching.
Her nerves are completely wrung out, sensitive, scraping by moment after moment. Baran still won’t give her what she needs to make it there, dangling it over her head for Trinity to snap at.
She’s so close.
Baran’s breaths turn to low groans, her hips beginning to stutter.
“Fuck, baby,” she chokes out. “Mommy’s close. Gonna pump you full.”
And finally, finally, Baran’s fingertips connect with her clit, immediately starting in tight, targeted circles.
Trinity’s entire body reacts, something skeletal and starving. She sobs, tears staining the pillow beneath her, jaw aching as she bites down harder on the fabric.
Baran rips her arm away from Trinity’s throat and reaches behind her. To what, Trinity has no idea. And she doesn’t have the energy, nor the focus, to guess.
She feels drunk. She can’t think. Can barely move. Can’t even register the sounds she’s making, as loud as they are.
She’s being fucked dumb, and she’s ready to snap.
The circles around her clit grow rougher. Burning heat sears through her body, into every fiber of her being.
Baran speaks once more, her voice utterly broken and straining.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
The older woman leans closer and clamps her teeth on the back of Trinity’s neck like an animal, holding her in place.
The pain shoots through her, bracketed by the feeling of Baran deep inside, of her fingers wringing intense pleasure from her body.
And it’s just enough.
Trinity falls.
Her world goes white and turbulent, as if she was just thrown into a raging sea. Every muscle seizes up. It’s ecstasy in its purest form, blinding and beautiful and straight from the source.
Her mind is hazy and pliant, drifting like smoke through lungs.
But she can feel it, through the high she’s riding.
Baran is still moving.
Slower now, but no less forceful. Grinding her hips deep, though her hand beneath Trinity’s body has gone still. The low groans the older woman was letting out have transformed into something breathier, more desperate. She’s louder than she was before.
Still using Trinity’s lithe body to seek her own pleasure, even as the younger woman shakes with it.
And then it happens.
Baran goes still. Cries out into the air. Halts at her deepest point inside Trinity. Her body twitches, her breaths are shallow and uneven.
And inside…
Trinity feels it.
The release.
She’s flooded with it, warm liquid washing over her insides and dripping out past Baran’s strap.
It’s so deep, so much, all she’s ever wanted, and it makes her mind go blank.
She’s so full, so entirely blissed out.
Vaguely, she’s aware of Baran’s rolling hips, so slow and gentle, bringing both of them down, fucking her release ever further into Trinity.
A long, silent moment passes. Trinity shudders through the aftershocks, head clearing up, focus returning. She feels Baran’s breaths even out, her hips ceasing their motions, her teeth releasing the back of her neck.
The skin is sensitive and sore, and she knows she’ll have a mark there tomorrow.
Oh well. Worth it.
After a beat, Baran pulls herself forward and tangles her hand into Trinity’s hair, gently turning the younger woman’s head to the side so she can look at her. For the first time since they started.
Trinity’s eyes slip open, taking in the sight of the woman before her. Baran’s face is flushed, hair disheveled, pupils blown. Lips slightly parted with her breaths.
She looks so beautiful.
Baran smiles at her, soft and tender, and leans in to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Oh, my sweet girl.” Another kiss. Then another. “You were so good for me. Listened to everything I said.”
Trinity hums, absorbing the warmth like a sponge, allowing herself to be praised. To be worshipped.
But, a question lingers in the back of her mind.
“What did you do to me?” Her voice is small, thoroughly used.
Baran smiles against her skin.
“I came inside you,” she purrs, pulling away to lock eyes with the younger woman. “Just like you wanted.”
The dots connect in Trinity’s mind. She hadn’t recognized the strap earlier. Was it new? Was it–
Oh.
A tiny spark goes off in Trinity’s belly. Just barely there. But she feels it all the same.
Trinity imagines it. How it might look leaking out of her.
Baran’s come.
Her core squeezes around the strap, still deep inside her.
Trinity’s breath stutters. “I want to see it.”
Baran’s eyes flutter, something dark and sinful clouding over them.
Her lips twitch. She leans forward to press a small kiss to Trinity’s mouth, before pulling her hand out from beneath Trinity and sitting back on her knees, letting her hands run over Trinity’s skin as she does.
Baran deftly undoes the leather belt from Trinity’s wrists, throwing it to the floor. Trinity flexes and extends the joints before her arms fall back to the bed, to either side of her body.
Slowly, with her hands on Trinity’s lower back, Baran begins to pull her strap out of the younger woman. Trinity huffs as the action stokes a barely-there warmth still brewing inside her.
The moment the strap slips free, Trinity feels a trickle of liquid spill out of her, and a fire ignites in her chest. She shudders.
She needs to see.
Right now.
She turns over on her back, tossing the pillow to the side, adjusting so Baran is between her legs again. For the first time tonight, she sees the woman in her entirety. Completely naked, save for the harness at her hips. Just the way Trinity likes her.
She props herself up on her elbows and wastes no time in staring down at the junction of her thighs.
Baran had made a mess of her. Thick, white release drips out of her entrance. Coats her folds and inner thighs, leaving them sticky.
It sends lightning through her body. Baran is inside her. The older woman took everything she needed and gave Trinity her come as a reward.
“Oh, god,” Trinity exhales on shaky lungs.
She glances up at Baran’s face. She’s obviously just as hypnotized as Trinity is. Her eyes are completely still, looking down at her conquest as her fingers twitch at her sides.
For a brief moment, her eyes flick to Baran’s strap. It’s black, painfully long and thick, stained with Baran’s come. There’s a small hole in the tip, still dripping white. Trinity’s eyes trace the opaque black tubing attached to the harness, following it back to a syringe tied at Baran’s hip.
The plunger only looks half-pressed.
She feels the heat inside her pick up in earnest, unable to keep itself hidden any longer.
“You came inside me,” Trinity says, as if she’s convincing herself that it’s real. She glances up again, meeting Baran’s gaze. Watching the want burn beneath the surface.
Baran places her hands on Trinity’s open thighs.
“I couldn’t help myself.”
Trinity’s stomach flips.
Suddenly, she feels a sense of panic. Possessiveness. Baran’s come shouldn’t be trickling out of her. It shouldn’t be on the bed, to be cleaned up with a washcloth later.
It should be inside her. Where it belongs.
She needs it inside her.
And whatever is left inside that syringe.
Without thinking, she pushes herself further up on one hand until she’s nearly face to face with Baran. She reaches forward with the other hand and wraps it firmly around her cock, pressing it back into the older woman’s body.
Baran jerks forward with a low groan, mouth falling open. Her dark eyes remain locked onto Trinity’s.
“Do it again,” she begs, voice faltering. “Please, mommy.”
Baran doesn’t hesitate. In an instant, her hands wrap around the backs of Trinity’s thighs, roughly pulling them toward her.
The force of it knocks Trinity onto her back, and Baran uses the opportunity to fold her in half, pressing her down into the bed, her arms on either side of Trinity’s head. Trinity’s legs are tucked up under Baran’s arms, in a full mating press.
Thank god I’m flexible.
“Hold your legs apart,” Baran commands.
Trinity obeys, wrapping her hands just under the backs of her knees, keeping herself open for the older woman. Baran’s lips curve into a wicked smile.
“Good girl.”
Trinity feels crazy. She just came out of an earth-shattering orgasm. So did Baran, if her noises were anything to go by. And here they are, minutes later, their mutual need even more blinding than it was at the start.
Baran reaches between them, taking her cock in her hand and slipping it up and down through Trinity’s folds, tapping it against her clit, reveling in the whiny reaction it gets.
“So greedy, wanting more of my come,” her voice drops into a growl, breathy as it slips between her teeth. “You need me to fuck it back in? Make sure it sticks?”
Trinity nods frantically, her mind singing, her body screaming.
“Yes, mommy. Please.” Her hips roll up, trying to chase any sensation she can. “Need you. Need my mommy so bad.”
Trinity thanks a god that she doesn’t believe in that Baran decides to give her what she’s asking for. Then again, the older woman seems too hellbent on chasing her own pleasure to care about teasing Trinity too much.
She slips the very tip of the strap into Trinity, huffing at the pressure it puts on her clit.
Trinity twitches, a tiny whimper leaving her mouth.
Baran’s hips press forward slowly, sinking the strap inside, and Baran’s come with it, back to its rightful place.
It’s nearly frictionless, and Trinity’s thoughts cloud up when she realizes it’s because Baran’s release is keeping her soft and slick.
As she bottoms out, Trinity’s head tips back with a drawn-out moan. Her eyes flutter shut, indulging in a blissful moment of fullness as Baran holds herself still, deep inside.
But not for long.
“No,” Baran hisses. Her fingers flit through Trinity’s folds alongside the strap, gathering her come on two digits. “You look at me when I’m fucking you.”
Trinity’s eyes shoot open just as Baran brings her hand up to her lips. Instinctively, Trinity opens her mouth, accepting her middle and ring fingers and the taste of Baran’s come on her tongue.
She’s sweet and a little fruity, still warm from being inside her.
Trinity moans around her digits, and Baran pushes them deeper. Fresh tears escape her eyes, running past her temples into her hair.
Baran’s nostrils flare at the sight, eyelids fluttering.
The older woman’s hips start to move, without the preamble of letting Trinity get used to it. Her thrusts are deep and insistent from the start, knocking the breath out of Trinity’s lungs.
She presses Trinity’s tongue down with her fingertips, beginning a simultaneous rhythm into her mouth, matching her hips, again and again.
Trinity fights hard to keep her eyes open, through the merciless thrusts that Baran gives her at two points of her body. She wants to be good for her. More than anything.
Baran hits the back of her throat with her fingertips, making Trinity gag, making her eyes water. The older woman eases up on her.
“You look so pretty with me inside you,” Baran grunts between thrusts. She pulls her fingers out of Trinity’s mouth, trailing the wetness down her chin before her hand wraps around her neck. Squeezes at the sides.
The pressure makes Trinity lightheaded in the best way. It enhances the burning heat in her core, the tension Baran builds with every motion of her hips.
“God, just–” Baran cuts herself off with a particularly harsh thrust. “Hold you down and fuck you. Just like this.”
Trinity curses, moans growing louder. She knows she won’t last, her nerves still raw from her last orgasm.
She thinks she might be able to come from this alone, without Baran touching her clit at all.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” Trinity gasps. “It makes me want to…” she trails off, words morphing back into breathy whines.
Baran’s fingers twitch against her throat. “Makes you want to what?” Her thrusts deepen further, the tip of her cock bumping off of Trinity’s cervix over and over.
Trinity cries out at the feeling. Each moan she lets out is shortened by a roll of Baran’s hips, creating a deliciously agonized symphony of sounds that bounce off the walls of their bedroom.
“Answer mommy.”
Trinity forces her mind to focus, trying to keep her thoughts in a straight line.
Baran certainly isn’t making it easy, though. Her motions are perfectly crafted to make Trinity scream. To stop her from thinking so much.
Still, she manages to find her words.
“It makes me want to please you.”
Baran’s reaction is immediate. She lets out a long, low groan, her hips stutter, her breaths sharpen.
“Fuck, fuck,” the older woman sighs.
Trinity watches Baran’s head tip back slightly, watches the shiver run up her spine in real time.
Baran might just be close herself, thrusts growing more chaotic.
The thought sends the sweet pressure inside Trinity spinning, building faster than she can keep it under control.
She’s losing herself to Baran’s body, to the look in her eyes, to the way she fucks her through the mattress.
“Mommy, please,” Trinity begs. “Come inside me.”
Baran’s eyes refocus on her, holding her gaze and the desperation that lies within it.
The older woman looks feral. Teeth glinting in the lamplight, snarling groans clawing their way out of her throat every time their hips meet.
“Yeah? You want me to breed you?” She punctuates the question by digging her nails into Trinity’s throat. “Pin you down and make you take it?”
Trinity can’t form words. She can only nod and cry and hope that Baran understands.
The older woman smiles down at her, stained with something deeply sinful.
“That’s what I thought. You just love it when I use you, little slut.”
Baran’s thrusts just keep coming, shocking through her body over and over. Trinity loses track of time, brain hazy and filled with sweltering need.
But she knows the signs when she feels them.
The prickling at the base of her skull. The arch of her lower back. How her head tips, neck pressing against Baran’s hand. The way her body makes her talk, even if her mind doesn’t know how.
“Mommy, I’m close, so so close, please.” She’s babbling, completely unaware that she’s saying anything at all. “Mommy, oh fuck.”
“Such a good girl,” Baran pants through gritted teeth. “Come on my cock. Just for me.”
It’s all the permission she needs.
Trinity breaks out into full-body shakes when it hits her, eyes slipping closed against her will. It’s sharp and fast, it feels like shockwaves going off again and again.
It starts in her belly and sends tiny, dizzying ripples of bliss to the farthest reaches of her body, of her mind. Her heart beats hard and slow, thumping happily against her ribcage.
She pulses with it, her muscles contracting and locking her in position, head thrown back, spine arched off the bed.
She nearly misses it when Baran releases inside her a second time.
It happens with a choked, broken moan out of the other woman. She can feel it paint her walls white, filling her up, leaving her overflowing.
Little rhythmic jerks of Baran’s hips push her come deeper inside. Trinity sees stars.
It’s so, so much.
And it feels so right.
Trinity’s hands go slack, releasing her legs, letting them fall back to the mattress.
Baran’s hand slips off her throat as she collapses forward, hiding her face in the crook of Trinity’s neck as they shudder through it together.
Trinity could’ve blacked out, she has no idea. She just lays there, with the love of her life on top of her, inside her, breathing heavily and coming down from their shared climax.
It’s exactly where she should be.
Trinity isn’t sure how much time has passed when Baran shifts up on her forearms, breath fanning over her face.
The older woman’s voice is hoarse when she speaks.
“Look at me.”
Trinity does as she’s told, eyes easing open to find the older woman’s gaze. Baran is looking at her like she’s something precious, something beautiful, something to be cherished and held until the end of time.
As if Trinity’s head wasn’t already spinning.
Baran’s eyes flick down to her mouth. “Open.”
Trinity’s face burns, slowly parting her lips. Her tongue slips out of her mouth, waiting for what Baran gives her.
Baran doesn’t leave her hanging. After shifting herself into position, she lets a long string of spit drip out of her mouth and onto Trinity’s patient tongue.
Trinity’s eyes flutter, holding it without swallowing. Her gaze stays locked onto the older woman, watching the blooming pride in her eyes.
After a beat, just to make sure Trinity knows who gives the orders, Baran speaks.
“Swallow.”
Trinity does.
It fills her with a tender warmth, knowing that Baran sits inside her in more ways than one. She’s in her mouth, in her walls, in her heart.
Her soul. Her blood.
Breaking her way in and sinking her hooks so deep, Trinity couldn’t ever hope to get them out.
Not that she’d want to, of course.
Baran smiles down at her. She brings up a hand to brush away the tear tracks on Trinity’s temples. The action is so gentle, it nearly makes her cry again.
Trinity brings her hands up to rest on Baran’s warm back.
“You did amazing,” Baran coos, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Trinity’s mouth. “I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.”
Trinity chases Baran’s lips, locking them in a brief, but nonetheless loving kiss. Baran’s thumb strokes back and forth over her hairline at her temple.
“I love you too,” Trinity says as they part.
They bask in the afterglow for a long moment, just allowing themselves to be. Whispered affections bring Trinity back down to her baseline. Soft, syrupy warmth buzzes between them.
Eventually, though, Baran pushes herself away, kneeling back between Trinity’s legs.
Trinity props herself up on her elbows to watch, yet again, as Baran slowly pulls out of her. As her strap slips free, Baran’s come steadily drips out of Trinity’s entrance and onto the comforter beneath them.
It looks perfect. Like it belongs there.
Trinity sighs at the sight, involuntarily clenching around nothing, sending a fresh pulse of come seeping out.
“You filled me up good, didn’t you?” Trinity asks, just barely teasing.
Baran huffs out a breath, rolling her shoulders. Trinity can read it perfectly. The older woman’s mind is trying to wrestle between complete exhaustion and a new pang of arousal.
Any other night, she’d tell her to give in, to ruin her just one more time.
But as it stands, they’ve both had a very long day. And Trinity is tired. She knows Baran is, too.
“I felt like…” Baran starts, pausing to collect her thoughts. “I felt like I couldn’t think. Like I just had to… keep going.”
Baran slips off the bed, loosening the straps of the harness and letting it fall to the floor, to be cleaned tomorrow morning. Her eyes flick between Trinity’s flushed face and the mess between her legs.
Trinity tilts her head. “You’re not the only one.”
Baran makes a noise, something like a laugh, and shakes her head affectionately. Without another word, she steps into the bathroom, out of sight.
Trinity hears cabinets opening, water running.
“I thought you were tired,” Trinity calls, eyes still tracing over the apex of her thighs. The stickiness that clings to it.
“I was,” Baran responds. “Then I remembered what I had in my underwear drawer.”
Trinity chuckles, gaze falling to the discarded harness on the floor.
“How long have you had this?” Trinity asks.
Baran pauses for a moment, and Trinity hears a cabinet closing.
“Just a few days. I wanted to surprise you.”
Trinity clicks her tongue, the phantom sensation of the strap still evident inside her, along with something else.
Consider me fully surprised.
Seconds later, Baran walks back out, holding a wet washcloth and a glass of water. She places the glass on the nightstand and turns to Trinity. Stares down at her.
Then, she hesitates.
Considers.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and smiles to herself, at some unknown knowledge that Trinity desperately wants in on.
The older woman places the washcloth next to the glass and steps back, eyes scanning the room until they locate Trinity’s clothes, in a pile near the door.
Baran walks over to them, leans down to find Trinity’s jeans. She digs out the younger woman’s phone from the back pocket and makes her way over to the foot of the bed.
Trinity looks at her.
“What are you doing?” Trinity asks, thoughts racing.
Is she…?
She was, it seemed.
“Treating myself,” Baran answers simply.
Silently, Baran opens the camera, holds the phone at the perfect angle to capture Trinity from her thighs up.
Trinity shudders. She imagines what she must look like, flushed and sweaty and disheveled and filled with Baran’s come.
She pictures Baran staring hungrily at the photo when Trinity’s not around. Writhing against her own hand, calling her name into empty, dark air.
Fuck.
Not a bad addition to a spank bank.
Baran’s mouth quirks with a sinister smile as she snaps a picture. She brings her hand back down, studying her work on the screen.
Still, she doesn’t send it to herself. Her eyes flick to Trinity’s for a moment, face softening.
“You can send it to me if you want.” She moves back to the nightstand, trading the phone in her hand for the washcloth. “You don’t have to.”
Trinity’s heart stutters.
Baran does this. Little things like this. Reminding Trinity of boundaries that she can hold at any time, no matter how long they’ve been together.
She can say no. She can be uncomfortable. Baran won’t ever blame her for it.
Trinity doesn’t say anything. She just holds Baran’s eyes for a moment, silent thanks evident in their depths.
Baran smiles, giving her a subtle nod.
She rounds the bed to take her place between Trinity’s legs again. She places a hand on Trinity’s chest, near her collarbone, and pushes her to lay back down.
“I really am proud of you, you know?” Baran coos, leaning down to begin cleaning Trinity up. Gentle, soothing swipes of the washcloth wipe the older woman’s come away from her skin. “You were incredible tonight. I sprung it on you out of nowhere.”
Trinity hums, the little motions lulling her into a sleepier state of mind.
“I didn’t do all that much,” Trinity says, yawning.
“You did everything I asked,” Baran reassures, like it’s that simple, like it’s deserving of praise all on its own. Maybe it is.
Trinity’s heart swells in her chest, a lazy smile pulling at her lips.
The washcloth brushes over Trinity’s clit, and she’s sensitive enough for it to be painful. She winces. Baran sees it, of course she does.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. Almost done.”
A couple more minutes, a couple more glides of the fabric, and Baran is pulling away, tossing the cloth into the hamper. Trinity’s heartbeat has slowed, her eyes barely open. She’s hanging on the edge of consciousness, losing the battle.
Baran tugs the comforter out from under them, and pulls it atop herself as she leans forward, over Trinity. She holds herself up, just barely, just hovering.
“Water, baby,” Baran soothes, reaching up to brush her fingertips over Trinity’s cheekbone.
Trinity mumbles incoherently, protesting, her eyes falling closed.
Baran sighs. “You need to drink something.”
Trinity doesn’t respond, slowly slipping into blissful unawareness.
Baran is still for a moment, contemplating something. Her fingers absentmindedly tap against Trinity’s skin until she seems to make up her mind.
The older woman reaches toward the nightstand, picking up the glass and bringing it to her own lips. She takes a small mouthful of water, holding it as she turns back to Trinity.
She leans down, easing Trinity’s mouth open with her own, and presses their lips together.
Trinity hums into it, blindly basking in the warmth between them.
Slowly, Baran’s lips part, allowing the cool water to flow into Trinity’s waiting mouth.
Trinity accepts it gratefully, unconsciously, her body seeking it out even as her mind has gone somewhere else entirely.
Baran’s free hand strokes over Trinity’s jaw as she swallows the water, keeping their lips locked together, the last drops falling freely into Trinity’s mouth.
Baran kisses her for a few moments longer, just for herself, and because she knows Trinity won’t mind.
Trinity won’t remember this tomorrow, but Baran will. She always will. Maybe she’ll even tease Trinity about it, at some point. About how Trinity was too tired to drink her own water.
It’s kinda funny, if you think about it.
How somehow, Trinity; this reactive, defensive woman, who had spent her entire life building walls around herself to keep other people out, was brought to her knees by that simple, loving feeling.
A feeling that didn’t demand anything of Baran. It was easy for her. Loving Trinity was the easiest thing Baran had ever done.
She loved this woman like it was breathing.
And that, well. That was enough for anyone.