Emma/Mary Margaret; Control
Title: Control
Author: Masfawkes
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: M
Prompt: Control
Word Count: 223
“Not yet.”
The words were quiet and almost cruel to Emma's ears, a gentle rebuke said with a mischevious smile.
Emma shifted, anxious for more, raising her hips against Mary Margaret's feather light fingertips.
“Please,” she begged, “Please, Mommy!”
It could go on for hours, this game. Mary Margaret's fingers teasing and tormenting bringing her closer and closer to the edge until she'd stop, leaving Emma right on the edge, begging to be allowed to cum.
“Not yet,” Mary Margaret repeated, fingertips replaced by languid strokes of her tongue against Emma's clit, each touch coaxing moans and whimpers from the blonde.
She couldn't cum, not until Mary Margaret gave permission. Without permission she'd be punished with sharp stinging slaps to her soaked cunt in Mary Margaret's favourite punishment.
But worse she'd be kept on the edge longer, burning and crying for release.
Their game wouldn't end until Emma was nearly incoherent from need. It didn't matter how much she plead, nor how well she behaved, everything was up to Mary Margaret, Emma completely in her control, Emma's body nothing more than Mary Margaret's plaything.
“Please, I need--- I'm almost there,” Emma gasped, hands clutching the headboard to keep from reaching for Mary Margaret - another action resulting in punishment. “Please let me cum?”
Mary Margaret met Emma's eyes with an almost feral smile, “Not yet.”
Author: Masfawkes
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Emma
Rating: M
Prompt: Control
Word Count: 223
“Not yet.”
The words were quiet and almost cruel to Emma's ears, a gentle rebuke said with a mischevious smile.
Emma shifted, anxious for more, raising her hips against Mary Margaret's feather light fingertips.
“Please,” she begged, “Please, Mommy!”
It could go on for hours, this game. Mary Margaret's fingers teasing and tormenting bringing her closer and closer to the edge until she'd stop, leaving Emma right on the edge, begging to be allowed to cum.
“Not yet,” Mary Margaret repeated, fingertips replaced by languid strokes of her tongue against Emma's clit, each touch coaxing moans and whimpers from the blonde.
She couldn't cum, not until Mary Margaret gave permission. Without permission she'd be punished with sharp stinging slaps to her soaked cunt in Mary Margaret's favourite punishment.
But worse she'd be kept on the edge longer, burning and crying for release.
Their game wouldn't end until Emma was nearly incoherent from need. It didn't matter how much she plead, nor how well she behaved, everything was up to Mary Margaret, Emma completely in her control, Emma's body nothing more than Mary Margaret's plaything.
“Please, I need--- I'm almost there,” Emma gasped, hands clutching the headboard to keep from reaching for Mary Margaret - another action resulting in punishment. “Please let me cum?”
Mary Margaret met Emma's eyes with an almost feral smile, “Not yet.”