This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication, teasing, reluctance, bondage, objectification, biting, begging, orgasm control, oral and vaginal fingering, nipple torture, and genital mentions (breasts, nipples, clit, slit). Reader discretion is advised.
Mistress moaned playfully before responding, “Sensitive? You seem to be sensitive just about everywhere, kitten.” Not relenting, Mistress looked away and bit Elva further down. Dropping her head in frustration, Elva grimaced as her need grew with each nip. Before sinking her teeth in a third time, Mistress paused and heartedly giggled. “Oh my, kitten,” she teased while touching Elva’s left ankle and sliding her fingers up. “Perhaps I should just follow this,” Mistress added when her fingertips began to slip smoothly up her inner thigh until they reached her groin. “Does this have anything to do with my kittens’ needs?” Mistress whispered, suddenly breathing into her ear. Elva shuddered in anticipation while her spine tingled as Mistress teased so close to her desire.
Nodding swiftly with a squeak as Mistress casually traced her slit, Elva only had to wait a moment to feel her fingers close. Shaking and whining while Mistress slowly and gently rubbed her folds, her head limply fell as Elva whispered, “Thank you.”
“Just ‘thank you,’ kitten?” Mistress asked as her strokes slowed and her press lightened to a tease.
Groaning and clenching herself into Mistress’ hand, Elva swiftly corrected, “M-Mistress!” Elva gasped without opening her eyes and added, “Oh, th-thank you, Mistress!” grateful that her rubbing sped again so quickly. “Thank you—Mistress,” she repeated as her head became dizzy and her moans grew sharp.
Elva barely heard Mistress praise, “Good girl,” as she raised her chest into Elva’s cheeks and gently petted her hair, doing little to calm her quivering. Her rubs grew more deliberate while Elva whined unsteadily, the rocking of her hips becoming erratic as the need in her crotch gradually grew. Her body burned while her limbs trembled, already tired from struggling so much, but no movement or thrust brought Mistress to her nub.
Not wishing to impose further, Elva weakly pulled against her bonds and tried to let the pleasure build as she whimpered into Mistress’ bust. However, Elva only lasted a few minutes before her desire became overwhelming. “M-Mistress,” Elva eventually moaned as she cracked her eyes open and peeked her head up. “I—I need—” was all she could articulate before her head fell again.
After giggling heartedly at Elva’s attempt, Mistress softly enquired, “What do you need, kitten?” She waited a few moments for Elva to respond, still tenderly rubbing her hair and folds. When Elva only fussed and pressed her face between Mistress’ breasts, she sensually asked, “Does my kitten need me to touch her clit?” Quickly nodding her head and grunting in approval, Elva renewed her struggles and began rocking her hips into Mistress’ hand again. “Use your words, kitten. ‘I need you to touch my clit, Mistress.’”
Griping only for a second, Elva stuttered through labored groans, “I-I—” before a deep gasp halted her. After bracing herself for a moment, Elva started again, “O-oh, Mistress, please—I—I need you to touch—my clit.” Lips shivering and eyes shut tight, Elva hardly had to wait for Mistress to chuckle and flatten her hand.
Her harsh moan nearly drowned out Mistress praising, “Good girl,” as the added touch made Elva’s head spin. The soft caress atop her bud with the smooth strokes in her lips forced Elva to writhe against her bonds with renewed strength as her pleasure slowly grew.
Within moments, Elva felt the pressure near a peak as her hips began to quake erratically. “Mistress, I—I’m—” she tried to speak but couldn’t through her groans and lightheadedness.
“What, kitten?” Mistress asked when Elva failed to tell her. “Are you going to cum for me?” Elva weakly nodded instead of replying as her whines heightened. “Do you think you deserve to cum, kitten?” she inquired, slowing her rubs ever so slightly.
Dazed and mouth agape, Elva could not respond immediately as the building pressure lagged. “I—do-do I—what??” she asked in a fluster, trying to understand why Mistress was asking. “I—I don’t,” Elva slowly responded as she whimpered in frustration, “I don’t—know, Mistress.”
Mistress cheerfully giggled as Elva squirmed before petting her hair more affectionately. “Of course you don’t, my kitten,” she calmly stated while Elva pressed into her chest. “But that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To tell you that you deserve to because you have been such a good girl,” Mistress added as her rubbing became more firm, drawing a sharp gasp from Elva as she clenched herself. “I think my kitten can have a little orgasm,” she stated sensually, “as a treat for all the teasing I put her through. Are you ready?” Elva didn’t hesitate to whimper and begin shaking, holding her lip for only a second before she couldn’t control her body anymore. “Cum for me, kitten,” Mistress whispered into her ear just before Elva cried out and flailed against her bonds, shoving her head into Mistress as the mild waves left her feeling faint.
Just when Elva lost herself, however, the pleasure gradually abated as Mistress retracted her fingers. Still catching her breath, Elva groaned in dismay as her need quickly returned. Her head kept spinning, even when Mistress pulled her chest away and pinched her chin. As her head was tilted up and Elva pried her eyes open, her heart felt light as she saw Mistress grinning with hungry eyes. “Are you satisfied yet, kitten?” she sensually asked.
Elva only grimaced and whimpered for a moment before she closed her eyes again. “No,” she finally admitted. Her arms and legs trembled and ached so terribly, let alone her back and stomach, but all Elva could think about was the need in her groin. “I-I’m not, Mistress,” she added with frustration.
“And what does my kitten need next,” Mistress quickly asked, still tenderly holding her chin.
For a moment, Elva only tried to catch her breath and calm her shivering, too weary to speak or open her eyes. “I,” she eventually muttered, “I need you—inside me.”
After waiting for a response, Mistress quietly chuckled and tilted Elva’s head up. Elva gently panted in anticipation but breathed uneasily as Mistress’ tender pinch turned to a firm grasp on her jaw that held her mouth open. Before Elva could open her eyes, she felt Mistress slide two slick fingers past her lips and press them onto her tongue.
Reeling at the strange intrusion, Elva harshly groaned as her lips closed, unable to pull back. ‘Mistress! This isn’t—!’ Elva tried to clarify, but her mind whirled from the odd sensations. Her eyes cracked open when Mistress giggled to find her grinning widely. ‘Why are… Oh, Brigit, is…’ her eyes rolled closed as Mistress pushed further in, suddenly aware of the sticky film covering her fingers. ‘Is that—what I—taste—’ Elva couldn’t finish her inquiry as Mistress slowly started pulling out and in again. Trembling as the feeling and flavor only reminded Elva of her desire, she threw her hips as best she could before making her plea. ‘Please! Mistress! I—!’ she tried to beg before choking on her moans.
“What is it, kitten?” Mistress teased with a chuckle at Elva’s frustration, still playing with her tongue. “Did you mean to ask for my finger,” she playfully added while letting go of Elva’s chin, then traced her fingertips between Elva’s breasts and down her stomach, “in your slit?” Mistress began lustfully tracing Elva’s crotch without delay after reaching her groin.
Unable to speak or nod, Elva whimpered on Mistress’ fingers and desperately thought, ‘Yes, Mistress! Please! Please put your finger—in my slit!’ Furiously throwing her hips, Elva gasped as Mistress finally pushed inside. If Mistress offered any praise, Elva didn’t notice as she attempted to squeal and violently trembled. ‘I—I can’t—’ Elva thrashed and her body burned as Mistress continued her intrusions. The slow, shallow thrusts into Elva’s crotch barely touched her desire, but her head was too light to beg for more as she licked Mistress’ fingers.
Elva’s daze was too heavy to know how long Mistress was inside her, but finally, her pleasure peaked as she began to harshly shake. Unable to speak or think, Elva whined and sharply groaned as she gripped Mistress’ fingers while a wave of pressure flowed over her. Melting into her touches, Elva harshly cried out as Mistress pulled her fingers out and promptly left her empty.
Throwing her head down, nearly crying in frustration, Elva clenched her shivering limbs while biting her lip as she heard Mistress whisper, “Well? Are you satisfied now, kitten?”
For just a second, Elva mewled before she nearly screamed, “No!” After fussing another moment, Elva forced her eyes open to meet Mistress’ pleased expression and quivered, “No, I-I am not—satisfied—Mistress.” Her head fell before Elva pleaded, “Please—please stop teasing me! I—I need—” Elva’s breath caught before she could finish as she weakly whined.
When Elva’s eyes clenched shut in frustration, Mistress softly inquired, “What do you need, kitten?” Mistress gently caressed her right cheek to lift her head and queried, “Do you need me to satisfy you?”
The sweet breath on her tongue made Elva’s head spin more than any tease Mistress put her through. “Please,” she whimpered, “please s-satisfy me, Mistress.”
Elva felt Mistress tenderly slide her hand back to grasp her hair before she giggled and whispered, “Of course, my good girl.” With a firm tug, Mistress pulled Elva into her lips and left her to groan as they finally kissed.
Thrashing with renewed strength, Elva pushed herself into Mistress’ embrace just before the tip of her tongue was nipped. After shrilling and lightly moaning, Elva peeked her eyes open when her tongue was released. “Why did,” she barely asked before Mistress grabbed her upper lip next and sent her mind tumbling. Elva couldn’t speak further or keep her eyes open as Mistress’ other hand slid up her left side to firmly grope her breast. Losing herself, Elva whined and flailed as Mistress sharply nibbled her lower lip then turned her head to pinch her left cheek. Her knees became weak as Mistress firmly bit her neck next, pulling on the tender skin and leaving Elva to acutely gasp while melting into her grasp. When her teeth finally slipped, Elva gave a shrill quiver while Mistress swiftly moved below her collar to repeat the tense tug.
After Mistress released her hair, Elva’s head fell forward to pant deeply when her neck was released soon after. Though her moans heightened when Mistress firmly held up her left breast, Elva squealed as it was intensely nabbed while her other was methodically groped. Mistress held her teeth in Elva’s soft skin as she squirmed and whimpered, then let go and tenderly nipped her nipple before she had time to breathe. Elva heaved before crying out as Mistress carefully gripped and pulled on the tender bud, shuddering when Mistress clenched her jaw before it slid out of her teeth.
Shivering and gasping for air, Elva hardly noticed Mistress’ left hand fall down her stomach until she teased just above her hood. “You have been so good for me, kitten,” Mistress softly praised, her breath still tickling Elva’s bud and sending shivers down her spine. “Do you think you’ve fermented long enough to deserve your reward?”
Elva didn’t respond immediately, still trembling from the lingering sting in her breast. While catching her breath, Elva creaked her eyes open and looked at Mistress’ grin before shyly asking, “Ha—have I?”
Smiling warmly, Mistress stated, “I believe you have, kitten. All you have to do is ask for it.”
Hardly hesitating, Elva slowly whispered through ragged breaths, “I—I need my—reward, Mis-tress… Would—would you give it—to me, please?”
Holding her gaze, Elva watched Mistress’ smirk widen just before she replied, “With pleasure, my kitten,” and her fingertips slipped further down. Elva’s eyes rolled shut while she groaned as Mistress passed over her nub then moved further to rub her folds. After a short moment, Mistress brought a fingertip to her outside and quietly asked, “Are you ready?”
Elva gave two shivering moans before she whispered, “Yes.” As Mistress gently pushed her finger in, Elva began trembling and quivering to the light fullness, still squirming from Mistress sliding over her bud.
Before Mistress pushed far in, she brought another digit to Elva’s opening and softly queried, “More?” Unable to speak, Elva didn’t hesitate to nod in approval, shrilling as Mistress eased a second tip inside. Hardly able to breathe, she unsteadily panted as she was stretched further, only to shiver as Mistress brought yet another fingertip to her. “More?” Mistress asked yet again. This time Elva needed a moment; too overwhelmed to think, she held her lip and nodded with a light whimper of approval. When Mistress pushed into her again, Elva released her bite as a deep groan was forced from her, quaking her body while her head fell limply. She could only whine as it aligned with the rest, but when Mistress brought her smallest finger to her and asked, “More?” Elva had to take several gasps before gently shaking her head. However, as Mistress inquired, “Too much?” her head fiercely shook while she fussed in disapproval. Mistress lightly giggled before praising, “Good girl. This is your reward, so cum as much as you want, kitten.” Her fingers eased in further while Mistress’ teeth sank atop her right breast.
Shrilling and quaking, Elva cried out and quickly melted as Mistress filled her. The light sting of the intense pierce hardly registered over the blissful tingling overtaking her as Mistress pressed inside her. She barely noticed when Mistress raised her lips to bite around her bud, already feeling a wave of warmth as she called out, “Mistress!” Trembling with renewed strength, Elva harshly moaned and thrashed her hips as her mind grew dizzy. Unable to discern when Mistress’ teeth moved, Elva became lost as the firm prods sent new waves with every caress.
Her breath catching too much to whimper, Elva limply eased into her restraints before her mind grew dark and her thoughts hazy. Overwhelmed by blissful heat, her body tingled with renewed fervor between each hoarse gasp and whimper as Elva steadily fell out of consciousness.
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And with that, Wrong Side of the Bed is a fifth of the way done! Thank you everyone for being with me on this journey! I’ve said this quite a lot, but thank you for your patience. This time, though, I’ll be thanking you in advance. Depending on my state of mind, writing this next chapter could go smoothly, but it will be the most difficult chapter I’ve written so far. So, thank you all for your patience and please stay tuned for Chapter 11: Hellfire.
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