When We Have Sufficiently Tortured Each Other

You Deserve It

You imagine others would let her have her way instantly, but you want to do it on your own terms, but of course she wouldn't be going down without a fight.

"Well Y/N, I'm shocked" she says amused, you press yourself up against her slightly & lets out a quiet pleased groan, "god" she says with a smirk

"God?" You say, clicking your tongue at her playfully  "God certainly is a woman"  you say, gesturing at her before moving the hand that was on her chest to her jawline. Her cheeks lightly blushed & her lips swollen as she controls herself. Being who she is, she has a tendency to want to be in charge, & no one would ever question or threaten that. But you have come along, with your softness, adoration & desires.

Never would THE Cate Blanchett expect a fan, a girl who came strolling by the elevator of her lobby, to try to top her, that she'd find herself in bed with her, her hand wrapped around her jawline as she tries to make the woman she idolised desperate for her touch.

Your kisses on her neck driving her wild. This is different for her, she has a fondness for you & seems like she would do absolutely anything to please you. You begin to shift your body down slightly as you slowly slide down her body

"Are you sure you wanna do this honey?" Cate asks, face flushed with arousal & a hint of shyness, the same woman who claims to be able to control her own body temperature is obviously flustered over you.  "You don't want me to do you first? Just how you like it, just like your stories? Hmm? Take good care of you?"  She says, trying to maintain some level of control

"No," You state firmly  "Not yet."  You add, hand planted in the middle of her stomach as you look up at her  "I'm doing this. You work so hard. ."  You begin to kiss & suck along her lower abdomen  ". . putting yourself second too often, always pleasing others. You need to be treated, you need to be made feel as good as you make others feel". You say as your kisses move lower.

She didn't dislike submitting, she actually quite liked it with you. The way you would touch her, worship her body relentlessly.
She slightly disliked the fact that she liked it, how it made her feel weak, hated that fact that she is regarded as an 'alpha female' yet here she was all flustered, pressed into the mattress.

"So what do you say Miss Blanchett? Don't you think you deserve it?" You ask with a lick to her thigh. She was now looking down at you like everything had changed, her worlds shifted, the hands that were recently placed on top of your thighs now lay  by her sides. "Yes," She mutters, face burning as the word falls from her swollen lips, you slowly move back up her body,   "Yes, what?" You ask, wanting her to know you care. She swallows, her hand raising to wipe her mouth, a comfort thing,
she felt vulnerable yet completely comfortable all at once. "Yes, I deserve to feel good." She answers

"Thank you Mrs Blanchett," You reply, running your hands up her abdomen to rest them on her shoulders, giving her a tender kiss, "you do"  you say, both of you leaning for another, messy kiss before you move back down her body, your hands following your body, your fingers hooking the top of her panties as you pass them

"I bet you regret tormenting me about my fics now, huh?" You ask cheekily, shes fighting the urge to talk back to you, you can tell. You know she wants to ramble on & on about the things in them & the things she imagined you did while writing them, how she doesn't regret a damn thing because you know you can't do half as much damage to her as she could to you, but she knows better than that, she's enjoying this too much.

So, instead she lies there letting out the occasional heavy breath when you reposition yourself, her panties now fully soaked & throbbing against the lacy material.

You weren't doing too much, just running your hands over any inch of skin you had access to. Your actions weren't much in the slightest, yet anything you did at the moment was so arousing. You were racking your brain, trying to think what would really get her going, but honestly, everything you are doing gets her going. But then it hit you, & it hit you hard.