"Are you sure you want to do this?" Toni asks, pressing a soft kiss to Cheryl's collarbone.
"I told you I wanted to." Cheryl sighs when her girlfriend nips gently at her skin.
"We need a safeword." Toni pulls back, looking down at Cheryl with a fond smile. "Just in case."
"Peaches?" Cheryl suggests.
Toni toys with the handcuffs in her hand. "Cheesy and overdone, but whatever you want, princess."
Cheryl rolls her eyes. "Princess."
"Pillow princess."
"You're an ass."
"I feel like I should take on a Southern accent." Toni smirks. "Yer under arrest for bein' too sexy, ma'am."
"Oh my God, Toni, you're ruining the mood." Cheryl chuckles.
"Sorry. Hands behind your back, bitch."
Cheryl snorts. "I preferred princess." She turns around, letting Toni pull her arms behind her back.
"Relax your shoulders like this," Toni guides her into a more comfortable position. "It'll keep you from getting sore."
"Sounds like you have experience," Cheryl notes, the cool metal on her wrists making her breath hitch. The soft padding will keep her from being in too much pain, not that she really cares either way. She's eager to have her girlfriend stop teasing her.
"I was arrested a few times. Gang, remember?" Toni shrugs, locking the cuffs into place. "Comfortable?"
"Right. Yeah, I'm good." Cheryl pulls at the restraints as she turns back around, testing the resistance. The heat between her thighs increases considerably.
Toni drags her lips along Cheryl's neck, sucking gently at Cheryl's pulsepoint. She trails her nails over the soft skin of Cheryl's thighs, pulling them apart gently. Cheryl lays back against her pillows, Toni climbing on top of her and sucking dark bruises onto pale skin.
"You can be rough," Cheryl murmurs. "You know that."
"Mmhm," Toni hums, taking Cheryl's nipple into her mouth. Her teeth graze over a hardened bud, drawing a soft moan from Cheryl's lips.
"Stop teasing." Cheryl huffs.
"So bossy," Toni chuckles, her hands sliding over Cheryl's smooth curves.
"C'mon, Toni," Cheryl whines when Toni's hands stop just over her hips. "I don't want gentle right now."
Toni grips Cheryl's waist suddenly, earning a gasp from the girl beneath her. "Don't rush me, princess."
Cheryl tugs at the cuffs, heaving an impatient sigh. She's throbbing with want, and she feels the slick wetness that's coating her thighs the more Toni toys with her breasts. "Please." She whimpers.
"Please what?" Toni moves her lips down to Cheryl's stomach.
"Please fuck me." Cheryl whines. "Please, please fuck me."
"Mm, what's my name?"
Cheryl tries not to roll her eyes. "Daddy."
"Who's gonna make you cum, babygirl?" Toni stops just over Cheryl's clit, her hands moving to guide Cheryl's thighs over her shoulders.
"You," Cheryl breathes. "You are daddy."
"That's right," Toni purrs, licking a slow stripe over Cheryl's center. Cheryl gasps, back arching.
Cheryl moans, Toni's tongue running along her entrance and circling her clit achingly slowly. She tugs at the cuffs again, itching to grab her girlfriend's hair and push her where she needs her most. But the resistance makes her moan again, louder, and Toni hums against her.
Toni grabs Cheryl's hips, pushing them down against the mattress when her tongue dips inside of the redhead. Cheryl mewls, body shuddering with relief. Toni swipes her tongue over Cheryl's sensitive walls, pulling not-so-quiet sounds from her throat. Cheryl writhes beneath her, panting and moaning loudly as Toni works against her throbbing core.
Toni loves the sounds she makes. Always so loud, and always so eager for more. She grips Cheryl's hips tighter, and Cheryl knows there will be bruises tomorrow, but she doesn't care because all she wants is more.
"Fingers," Cheryl rasps. "Toni, please-"
Toni stops abruptly, looking up from between Cheryl's legs. Cheryl whines. "What's my name, princess?"
Cheryl's chest is rising and falling with her rapid breaths. "Fucking. Daddy. Please, daddy, I need-"
Toni keeps one hand on Cheryl's hips, the other pushing two fingers inside of her and curling them to rub against her spot. The lack of warning catches Cheryl off-guard, and she nearly screams at the sensation.
Toni wraps her lips around Cheryl's throbbing clit, sucking softly. Cheryl's moans fill the room, the light clink of her wrists straining against the handcuffs hardly audible. Cheryl's walls flutter against Toni's fingers, her pleads coming in high-pitched whines, and suddenly, Toni stops. Her fingers slide out of the redhead, her lips pulling away from her clit.
Cheryl tries to move her hips, but Toni keeps her firmly planted to the bed.
"Beg." Toni orders lowly. Cheryl can hardly breathe, much less form a coherent sentence. Toni bites her inner thigh. "Beg," she repeats, "or I'm not letting you cum."
Cheryl lets out a pitiful noise. "Please." She whimpers. "Please let me cum."
"Not good enough, princess," Toni murmurs, her breath ghosting over wet lips.
Cheryl looks down at her disbelievingly, her eyes dark and glassy. "Please," she breathes. "Please let me cum, daddy. Please." Her arms ache, fingers twitching helplessly.
Toni hums, pushing her fingers back inside slowly to stroke velvety walls. "Such a good girl," she purrs. "So wet for daddy, aren't you? So close to coming undone..." She licks along Cheryl's entrance agonizingly slow. "How badly do you want to cum?"
"So bad," Cheryl pants. "So bad, daddy. I want to cum so bad. Please let me cum for you."
"Good girl," Toni lowers her mouth again, and flicks Cheryl's clit with her tongue. Cheryl's head falls back to her pillows, a heavy sigh slipping from her lips.
Toni curls her fingers again, thrusting hard into her girlfriend as she toys with her clit. Cheryl's orgasm hits her hard and suddenly, her back arching high off the bed and her wrists tugging hard against the cuffs. She moans loudly, verging the edge of a scream. Toni's thrusts slow, before she's lapping at Cheryl's juices. Cheryl cums again, her throat raw with how loud she's been.
Toni pulls away when Cheryl starts shaking, her body too sensitive to handle a third. She kisses Cheryl, her tongue pushing past the redhead's lips. Cheryl groans at the sweet taste that lingers on Toni's tongue.
"You okay?" Toni asks, pulling away to look down at her.
Cheryl's breathing is still labored, but she nods. "Yeah, I'm... yeah."
"Can't talk?" Toni grins smugly.
"Or walk, probably." Cheryl's voice is hoarse.
Toni wordlessly unlocks the handcuffs, and Cheryl brings her arms to wrap around Toni.
"I love you, by the way." She presses a kiss to Toni's collarbone. "You know that, right?"
Toni's grin turns soft, full of adoration. "And I love you, too."
"Are you sick or something?" Veronica asks.
Cheryl was enjoying a good book in the student lounge as she waited for Toni to escape her math class. Keyword: was.
She sighs. "Why?" Her voice is still half-gone, sounding more like a croak.
"You sound like you're dying," Veronica sits beside her, uninvited.
"Gee, thanks."
"You shouldn't come to school sick, anyway. I know your grades are important, but so is your health."
"She's not sick," Toni walks in with a smirk. She plops down right on the other side of Cheryl. Their hands quickly find each other.
Veronica tilts her head questioningly. "Well, she sounds- oh." Realization dawns on her features. If it wasn't mildly embarrassing, and if it didn't hurt to laugh, Cheryl would have been giggling at the expression that crosses the brunette's face. "Right. Huh. Good for you guys, I'm gonna go now." With this, she leaves the couch and the lounge.
Toni cackles, and Cheryl tries to glare at her but ends up laughing softly.
"That was... mortifying." Cheryl mutters.
"It was hilarious." Toni argues, pressing a kiss to Cheryl's cheek. "Come on, let's go get you some tea."