Sub Cynthia [SMUT]

Part 1

I copied down the exact scenario my friend wrote, imaging the characters as us. So this is basically not mine but still mine.

Warnings: Edging, Bondage, slight dacryphilia, vibrator, degradation, praise, overstimulation.

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"Cynth, love, why are you ignoring me?" Marina coos behind Cynthia, her hands slowly wrapping around Cynthia's waist as she held her back to her own chest and nuzzled into her lover's neck.

"...You're so clingy" Cynthia says as she shrugs Marina's hands off of herself. It's obvious to both that she didn't mean that but of course, like always Cynthia just HAS to rile up Marina... who wouldn't when they know they're going to get their brain fucked out later.

And of course, like always, Cynthia's attempt works and that's how she finds herself on the bed, her back arched up into the air as she wriggled her hands against the rope. A groan leaves her mouth as she glares at Marina, who's just humming as she traces her hands over the former's thighs.

"I don't even feel anythi- oh ohh fuck- wait- shit-" Another one of her bratty quips are interrupted as Marina harshly presses her finger against Cynthia's still clothed clit, watching the shorter woman tremble due to how sensitive she felt. "Oh? But didn't you say that I'm too clingy? So I'm just refraining from touching you baby" Marina clicks her tongue and speaks in that faux sweet tone that makes Cynthia dizzy at this point.

Marina had been just teasing Cynthia with little ghostly touches and mocking whispers that made the latter just truly realize how much she hated and love this moment. Cynthia bucks her hips against Marina's hand and whines when she takes her hand away from her leaking folds and soaked underwear. But Cynthia's disappointment is short-lived as Marina drags her warm tongue over the soaked cloth of her panties, letting Cynthia feel it barely.

"yesyesyesss... Take them off goddamnit!"

Marina's fingers hook into Cynthia's panties, but she just pulls on it before letting it snap back on poor Cynthia's pussy, making her gasp in surprise before trying to look down at Marina. The woman just chuckles and slowly parts Cynthia's legs before crawling between them.

"And I'll just listen to a brat, hm? You think by demanding like that, you'll get what you want? C'mon, act like you need it my pretty little slut"

Hearing those god-forsaken words just makes Cynthia even more whiney as she struggles in her ropey-state, not wanting to lose her pride by begging for something so pathetic and still... "Fine, please." ...those words leave her lips, and she whines.

Marina can't hold back the small chuckle that escapes her at her lover's desperate words. She slowly drags the flimsy cloth down Cynthia's thighs, moving her hand torturously slow as she sighs. "You could be a little more polite, pretty girl"

Cynthia just whines and bucks her hips up and down in frustration, her sex leaking more and more juices as the whines are grumbles in a wanton tone. "D-Don't mess w-with me right now, Marina!"

Marina simply laughs again and leans down to press a kiss over her clit before mumbling, "Awh, my pretty little slut is getting impatient is she? Look at how much your little cunt wants me, baby!" Cynthia's entire body jerks and she whimpers as she feels Marina's lips on her clit, the former woman's eye fluttering shut as her hands clench and unclench around the ropes binding her hands to her back.

Marina's hands wrap around Cynthia's thighs to keep her still as she circles her tongue around the trembling woman's little bundle of nerves right before she gives it a harsh suck that leaves Cynthia keening, her body squirming and spasming on the bed.