Make Me Bleed While My Heart is Still Beating (Tamber Oneshots)

Yes, you can.

In the beginning these sort of things were few and far between. Kissing. Making out. Grinding. Fucking. Obedience.

Yes, obedience.

It was the likely next step in their relationship, a lifestyle change, with Amber on top and Tara willingly blushing underneath her. Though, the bottom wasn't always so sweet.

Sometimes a bratty Tara pouted, twisting her body, throwing a pillow her way, acting all hard to get. Sometimes she moved without command, making noise when told to be silent, acting selfish whenever Amber penetrated her with her big fat cock.

In those such instances, a warning was ushered out of Amber's plump lips.

"Behave."

And when that didn't work, for reasons unknown, a hand was raised and spanked Tara's peachy mooning ass with the flat of her palm. Even that sometimes wasn't enough. That's when the cuffs were brought out.

Tight and clanging around her hoisted wrists above her head, looped around the framed headboard. Perfect punishment for a naughty girl.

Red circles coiled around her slender wrists, a physical reminder to know her place.

Amber wanted a loving pet, undying in servitude. Behind closed doors she wanted Tara to touch her, jerk her — Hell, Amber wanted Tara to become her permanent cock sleeve, always pushing her dainty little brunette head under the covers before she drifted off to sleep, feeling the warm cavern of her mouth wrap around her throbbing cock, suckling it.

A permanent mouth, right there, attached to her groin. Outside the bedroom, Amber had gotten her a charmed collar with a loop. Nothing significant, plain black. A mark of her ownership with her signature colour, one that would not be tested.

Sometimes in the halls Tara cheekily snaked her hand to the front of Amber's monochrome dress, copping a feel, hoping her overeager cock would tent the fabric as they walked out in the open. That only worked on her twice now, and both encounters Amber grabbed Tara's wrist in urgency and took them on a detour to the girl's bathroom. Sharing a cubicle, Tara kneeled as she finished off what she started, garbling down the length in a blow job and swallowing the mess that came after.

Amber was known to be big, fitting snug in a pair of panties when only a chub. Yet when erect, her head whacked the back of Tara's throat, domineering her hole. Perfect for a cock slut.

Stretched out lips always fell into line soon after. Tara always sounded a little raspy after deep throating. It wouldn't be so much of a problem if she wasn't so bratty. Every action deserved punishment. Her Mistress Amber was fair, dictating the line from their very first bout.

Setting the ground rules was easy.

There was limits between them. No hard biting. No unnecessary cruelty.

Basically anything falling out of the scene was a big no-no. Snide remarks that did not befall their kinky scene about Amber's cock between her legs was not to be tolerated. Verbal abuse without consent, the scene breaker. A thick red warning label.

Thankfully, as bratty and annoying an out of control Tara could be, squirming and closing her mouth when Amber demanded her to suck, was the furthest things went.

Being on her best behaviour had her perks sometimes.

And tonight, Tara deserved something new. She had been begging Amber to try out one of the knifes from her set, wanting to feel the sheen and sharp edge trail over her flesh like a slab of meat.

It was dangerous, intense, though not for a steady handed Amber.

The lights were on, bright like the sun in their dorm. Bed stripped, pillows strewn over the floor. Only the plain baby blue bedsheet remained, the rest a distraction. There was no need for bumps and comfort. Tara laid back flat, looking up to Amber trailing her sharp fingernail around her nipple.