Tangled In Your Trance - TNN

Secrets? - Part 2

A/N: tw - shameless smut. Sorry not sorry 🤣.

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"My tongue isn't broken..." Janice smirked.

Marjorie crashed their lips together. Her hands crept under her wife's shirt, running up and down the smooth skin of her sides. Her fingers gently brushing her lace covered nipples causing her to gasp into their kiss.

"Bed. Now" Marjorie demanded, pulling her wife up the stairs, reconnecting their lips when they reached their bedroom.

Janice sat on the edge of the bed. Marjorie instructed her to remove her clothes. So she did just that. She would do anything in this moment, for this woman. She never ever wanted to feel they way she had just a few hours ago. She just wanted her wife. She needed her, desperately.

Marjorie slowly removed her own clothing as she watched Janice remove hers. She bit her lip. Her wife's eyes never left her. She was so beautiful. She was hers. Only hers.

"Middle of the bed." Marjorie whispered.

Janice swallowed hard and did as told, moving to the middle of the bed. She knew where this was going. Marjorie walked around the bed and pulled the cuffs up that sat tucked under their mattress. She cuffed both of Janice's wrists being careful of her injured hand, then cuffed her ankles. The redhead looked at her wife, who radiated complete and utter perfection, laying sprawled out across the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly waiting for the wife to make her next move.

After the way Janice had been treated in her past, she had never let herself submit to anyone. She didn't trust easily. She always needed to be in control. Until Marjorie. She trusted her with everything. Always. The redhead was her safe place.

Marjorie crawled on top of her wife, leaving soft kisses from her neck downwards, all over her torso. Lingering on each dip and curve of her body. Each moment her lips connected with the soft skin, it made her body arch upwards desperate to get closer. Marjorie loved this. The way Janice reacted to her touch and her body was intoxicating. Their bodies craved each other.

The redhead pulled a wand vibrator from the bedside drawer and knelt on the bed. Janice's body tingled with anticipation, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Who do you belong to Janice?" Marjorie asked running a finger down the centre of her body.

"You. Forever." She whispered.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" The redhead asked, sliding a finger teasingly through her wetness. She gasped. "Y-you, it's yours."

"Good girl... You're mine... Only mine." The redhead brought her finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. Janice groaned in response. Already pulling at her restraints.

Marjorie positioned herself above her wife's face, not facing the headboard but facing Janice's body.
She gripped one of her breasts as she  lowered herself onto her face, immediately feeling her wife's tongue dart out to glide through her soaked folds. Marjorie groaned at the feeling.
She leaned forward and turned the vibrator on, dragging it teasingly over her wife's hips and her inner thighs, before placing it against her already throbbing centre. Janice gasped at the contact and sunk her tongue inside the redhead.

Marjorie rolled her hips against her wife's face. Janice moaned against her core. Falling apart more and more. Inching closer and closer to her orgasm. Her breathing changed and just as she got closer to the edge, her wife removed the vibrator. Knocking her down from her high.

She groaned against the redhead clearly frustrated. As she did, the vibrations sent an extra wave of pleasure through Marjorie. She threw her head back, letting a loud moan escape her lips.