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Cressida’s brow twitched as she sat in the corner, watching Eloise’s legions of adoring fans rush up to her one by one, Eloise’s book in their hands for a signature. Cressida supported Eloise’s success, she really did. She admired her girlfriend’s hard work and was endlessly spellbound by her beautiful words and ability to craft stories. Eloise deserved all the success in the world.
But as another fan leaned in too close, their hand lingering a fraction too long as Eloise passed back their signed copy, Cressida felt her stomach twist into a knot of jagged glass. It wasn't the adoration that bothered her--it was the brazen flirtation, the hungry looks that devoured Eloise whole, oblivious to the seething presence in the corner that silently screamed, "She's mine."
What was worse was that her girlfriend was absolutely oblivious to the flirting and egging it on by simply being nice. Cressida's fingers drummed an agitated beat against her bicep, her arms crossed tightly as if physically holding back the urge to march over and stake her claim.
Her eyes flicked to the oversized clock on the wall, its hands moving with agonizing slowness. Eloise was scheduled to be signing for another hour so to distract herself, Cressida began imagining all the things they could do once they were safely back home and in the bedroom. All the things Cressida could do to teach Eloise to be more aware of people who trespassed on Cressida’s territory.
Cressida had been reading a script, her glasses sat atop her nose as she focused on memorizing the lines to her next movie, when she finally felt the bed dip beside her.
“I didn’t expect so many people to show up,” Eloise mused, her voice a mixture of awe and disbelief as she settled beside Cressida.
With practised ease, Cressida set aside her script and glasses, opening her arms to welcome Eloise into her embrace. She pressed small kisses along Eloise’s hair as Eloise recalled the conversation she had just had with her agent, already eager to rope Eloise into another public event.
“That coincides with my filming schedule so I can’t attend,” Cressida explained regretfully. They were both past the point in every lesbian relationship where they had to spend every waking moment together so her words were merely informative. She felt Eloise nod against her chest, the writer's fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin.
A moment of comfortable silence stretched between them before Eloise's voice, tinged with concern, broke through. "Are you okay? You seemed... frustrated all evening."
Cressida stopped her kisses and shifted so that she could meet Eloise’s eyes. “I was,” Cressida confessed. She immediately leaned forward and kissed Eloise’s forehead. “But only because my beautiful girlfriend was being flirted with left and right.”
Eloise's eyes widened comically, a scoff of disbelief escaping her lips. "No, I wasn't."
A mixture of exasperation and fondness washed over Cressida. She shook her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips. Her girlfriend was the smartest person when it came to books but so painfully aloof with everything outside of them that it was a wonder she had survived this long without any major injury.
"Your fans were definitely flirting with you," Cressida insisted gently, watching as doubt and then dawning realization flickered across Eloise's features.
“Did that make you jealous?” Eloise questioned, smirking slightly at the idea of unintentionally riling Cressida up. She had to admit, it was super sexy when Cressida got all possessive over her.
Cressida raised a challenging brow, able to hear the playful shift in Eloise’s tone. “It made me realize that I need to teach you a lesson in being more aware of the women trying to steal you from me,” Cressida countered, already shifting their bodies so that she was atop of Eloise.
“Is that so?” Eloise teased, innocently twirling Cressida’s hair with her finger. “You know I can be a pretty terrible student.”
“Oh, I am very aware of how much of a brat you are, Princess,” Cressida huffed.
The pet name sent a shiver up Eloise’s spine, knowing the kind of play they were going to engage in once that was pulled out. “Just admit you can’t handle me, Mistress.”
Cressida’s eyes darkened and she suddenly pulled away, leaving Eloise deprived of her body heat. “Strip for me, Princess. I want you on your knees.”
Eloise didn’t need to be told twice, more than excited that Cressida was taking charge and initiating play. She quickly stripped off the layers of her clothes and sat back on her legs atop the bed.
Cressida busied herself with fetching Eloise’s collar before snapping it securely in place. “Comfortable?” she asked.
“Yes.” Eloise was used to the leather piece against her neck, knowing she was perfectly safe in Cressida’s hands when she wore it.
“Good, now I want you on your hands and knees, facing away from me. Close your eyes. No peeking or else I’m going to have to punish you,” Cressida ordered, waiting for Eloise to carry it out before heading back to their collection.
She pulled out the pink leather harness of her strap, her fingers drifting over the various selection of dildos they had amassed throughout their relationship. Most of them were pink and sparkly, as Cressida liked them, and some came with extra features. She eyed one of the newer ones to their collection, deeming tonight the perfect night to try it on.
It took a few minutes for Cressida to figure out the logistics of the toy, prompting Eloise to almost look back. However, Cressida was far too aware of her girlfriend to not notice her near slip and immediately interrupted her attempt. “Don’t you dare.”
Eloise giggled and resumed her staring at the headboard, her ass shaking just slightly to tease Cressida.
When the strap was secured and the dildo ready, Cressida climbed onto the bed. Her hands immediately gripped onto Eloise’s hips, allowing the cool silicone to slide along Eloise’s skin, causing her to tense in anticipation.
“I have been thinking about this all evening, Princess,” Cressida confessed, her tone darkened with desire. “And it’s taking everything in my power not to just take you right now, ready or not.”
Eloise shivered at Cressida’s words, finding the idea of her just fucking her without any consideration enticing. Even without knowing the size toy Cressida chose, Eloise trusted her. “Then why don’t you just do it?”
Cressida chuckled and pressed the tip of the strap against Eloise’s folds, running through them eliciting a soft gasp from her lover. “I’m not going to let you get what you want that easily. I have a lesson to teach, remember?” A swift spank against Eloise’s ass made her flinch, the pain lasting no more than a second before tingling into warmth. “Touch yourself, Princess,” Cressida ordered, “and don’t you dare come without my permission or else I won’t touch you at all tonight.”
Eloise happily reached between her legs, her fingers immediately pressing against her clit as she began to work at herself. Cressida shifted away slightly so that she could watch Eloise, her lips going dry from the sight of Eloise’s wetness gathering. “That’s it, Princess. You love giving me a show, don’t you?”
Eloise hummed her response, provoking a quick spank from Cressida.
“Answer me properly when I’m speaking to you, Princess,” Cressida warned.
“Yes, Mistress,” Eloise moaned, the title flowing smoothly past Eloise’s lips as she continued to touch herself.
“Dip your fingers inside, Princess. I want you to wet your fingers.” Cressida watched as Eloise did as told, gasping as she played with her own entrance. “You’ve been a dirty girl today, Princess, touching so many other people with those hands.”
She reached forward and firmly gripped Eloise’s hand, stopping her movements. “Remind me, Princess, who does this hand belong to? Who is it meant to pleasure?”
Eloise bit her bottom lip, not sure she needed to continue the movements at all with the words coming out of Cressida’s mouth. “You, Mistress. It belongs to you.”
Cressida let go. “Good girl.” She continued to watch as Eloise touched herself, her gleaming fingers disappearing inside herself and reappearing moments later. “Let me know when you’re ready. You’ve definitely taken larger but this is pretty big,” Cressida warned, dropping her role for a moment.
Eloise shivered at the thought of Cressida filling her up, unable to wait much longer. “I’m ready,” she reassured, pulling out her fingers completely to make room for Cressida.
Cressida swiftly re-positioned herself, pressing the tip of the strap right where Eloise’s fingers had just been. “Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, Princess.” Eloise nodded her consent and Cressida gently pushed herself into Eloise.
Eloise moaned as Cressida filled her, inch by inch, her walls stretching almost uncomfortably to accommodate the size. “Fuck, Cress,” Eloise mumbled, forgetting titles for a moment as she adjusted to the strap. The drop in title would have typically earned Eloise a small spank but Cressida was forgiving since Eloise was thoroughly distracted.
Cressida watched as Eloise shifted her legs, readjusting them so that she was more comfortable. When Eloise was ready, she nodded her consent for Cressida to start moving but no movement came. After a few seconds, Eloise spoke, “Cress?”
Eloise dared to look back at Cressida, her entire body tensing as she met her girlfriend’s evil eyes. “Oh, I wasn’t planning on fucking you yet, Princess. I just wanted you to warm my cock while I deal with myself first,” Cressida declared.
Eloise’s jaw dropped as she watched Cressida follow up on her words, her hand reaching between her own legs so that she could pleasure herself. “Mistress!” Eloise whined, shimmying her ass in an attempt to get some sort of relief, but Cressida ignored her, only tightening her grip on Eloise’s ass to keep her in place. “Be a good cock-warmer for me, Princess, and I will reward you.”
Eloise was left powerless as Cressida began touching herself, her actor girlfriend making a show of how much she enjoyed it, her moans loud and proud. “Please, Mistress, at least let me touch you,” Eloise begged, hating the fact that she was just stuck watching—and she wasn’t even getting a full view!
Cressida sighed, pausing her little play with herself. She was always willing to delay her own pleasure to increase Eloise’s. “Your hands aren’t allowed to touch me yet, Princess. They’ve touched others all day. They are dirty.”
Eloise whined her protest, her hands clenching into fists against the sheets as she continued to watch Cressida. They were years into their relationship at this point so Eloise knew all the telltale signs of Cressida nearing her orgasm. Cressida was intentionally going slow, leaving her ‘cock’ in Eloise, stewing in her warmth for far longer than necessary. Yet Eloise made no attempt to move away, the tantalizing prospect of being fucked if she just waited too powerful.
After what felt like an utter eternity to Eloise, she finally spotted the correct tense of muscles, the familiar melodic breath, the all-consuming beauty of Cressida’s orgasm crashing over her. She waited as patiently as she could, her ears attuned to Cressida’s breathing, waiting for her breaths to even out. The moment Cressida had recovered, Eloise whined again, shaking her hips. “Please, fuck me, Mistress,” Eloise begged. She was desperate now, impatient as always.
Cressida smirked and suddenly yanked herself out, causing Eloise to groan at its sudden loss, feeling utterly empty after the fullness that had consumed her for the past few minutes.
“Oh, Princess, you’ve made such a mess. You were only supposed to warm but I guess you clenched too.” Confused, Eloise turned around slightly so that she could see, her eyes widening when she saw a white liquid (that wasn’t her own) gathering at the tip of the cock. She recognized which toy Cressida had picked and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“That’s right, Princess. I’m going to breed you tonight. Make your body all mine,” Cressida teased. She roughly grabbed Eloise’s hips and positioned them so she could thrust back in, causing a moan to rip past Eloise’s lips as she immediately filled up.
“Fuck,” Eloise swore, her head falling down to her arms, unable to keep herself up as Cressida slowly fucked her.
“Would you like that, Princess? To carry my child?” Cressida teased, drawing out her thrusts to keep their little scene going.
“Yes, Mistress,” Eloise moaned, allowing her imagination to consume her. She loved it when Cressida was territorial.
“Maybe by the time you appear at your next event, everyone will see just how thoroughly your body has been taken. Wouldn’t that be nice, Princess?” Cressida mused, the idea sending a thrill through Cressida’s own body. She knew she owned Eloise but wished there really was a (socially acceptable) way to show the world that.
Cressida began to move faster, awakening a stream of “yes” and “faster” from Eloise’s lips. Cressida’s practiced actions, her ability to know just where Eloise needed attention, caused the pleasure to rise quickly through Eloise’s body and it wasn’t long before Eloise felt her orgasm creep up on her. Like the well-trained submissive she was, she immediately let Cressida know. “Mistress, I’m gonna—”
“Come for me, Princess.”
Eloise allowed herself the freedom Cressida was granting and a low moan left her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shook with its intensity and she struggled to keep herself up, Cressida’s hands on her hips the only thing keeping her steady. Ripples of pleasure consumed her in waves and the delicious way Cressida continued to work at her, continued to thrust, made it all the more pleasurable.
Eloise had barely been able to regain her sanity when Cressida started the process all over again. Her grip on Eloise got tighter, her words more possessive, a mantra of claims that Eloise was all hers to enjoy. Eloise definitely didn’t dispute it, giving in to every claim and word that came from Cressida’s mouth.
By the time Cressida’s muscles began to give up on her, straining under the intensity of her actions, Cressida had lost count of how many orgasms she had given Eloise. Her girlfriend was insatiable and it was only through years of practice that she managed to consistently last this long.
Cressida managed one last orgasm from Eloise before ‘releasing’ in Eloise, the warmed liquid dripping out of Eloise’s entrance as she pulled out. She watched as the white-stained lubricant ran down Eloise’s clit, the juices practically pulsing out as Eloise breathed and her walls relaxed from her orgasm. “Fuck, it’s hot watching you dripping with cum.”
Eloise took a few moments to catch her breath, her face red before her hips collapsed, her entire body exhausted from her multiple orgasms. A little smile graced Eloise’s lips and she closed her eyes as she embraced her post-orgasmic bliss.
However, Cressida’s words quickly broke through that bliss. “We aren’t done yet, Princess,” she warned.
“You made such a fucking mess on me. You need to clean it up.” Cressida shifted herself up the bed until she was beside Eloise. She ran her fingers over Eloise’s spine, rubbing her back for a few moments as she allowed Eloise to have a small break.
When Eloise felt better, her eyes met Cressida’s and she shivered, understanding floating between them as Cressida sat there, the strap still on. Slowly, Eloise moved herself so that she was between Cressida’s legs, her upper torso propped onto her elbows. Her eyes flickered to Cressida, maintaining contact as she lowered her lips onto the tip of the strap.
Cressida bit back a groan as she watched Eloise slowly take the strap into her mouth. With her fingers, Eloise reached for Cressida’s clit and began rubbing it as she made a show of blowing Cressida off. Cressida’s hand immediately weaved into Eloise’s hair, guiding her. “Lick it clean, Princess,” Cressida ordered, relaxing into Eloise’s touch.
Eloise did as ordered, her tongue darting out and wrapping along the length, running over it. She continued to stare up at Cressida, as enraptured by Cressida enjoying the view as Cressida was enjoying it. She moaned at her own taste, doing everything she could to nudge Cressida further to her orgasm as she continued to clean the shaft.
At some point, Eloise wrapped her lips back around the tip and dipped her head as low as she could go, slightly gagging as it touched the soft palate of her mouth. “Fuck, Princess,” Cressida groaned, resisting every urge to thrust her hip upwards and make Eloise’s suffering a little worse. She wasn’t that cruel, not when Eloise was already tired.
Regardless of Cressida’s restraint, Eloise’s actions still accomplished its goal and Cressida eventually came against Eloise’s fingers, her entire body shaking as Eloise withdrew her mouth. She waited for Cressida to recover before moving. A cocky little smirk graced Eloise’s lips as she crawled back upwards to kiss her girlfriend, sharing the taste with her. “Did I do good, Mistress?” Eloise playfully asked.
“Let’s see if you’re pregnant in two weeks,” Cressida joked, causing them both to burst into laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the idea. Eloise collapsed onto Cressida’s body, delicately avoiding the strap that was still on her hips.
After the two of them calmed down, Cressida pulled away from Eloise’s embrace to rid herself of the strap, Eloise of the collar, before returning to the bed and wrapping her arms around Eloise. They remained like that for a few minutes as they allowed their bodies to relax. “Would you like a bath, my love?” Cressida asked, pressing kisses against Eloise’s hair.
“I think we both need one,” Eloise confirmed. She wasn’t wrong. They were both covered in a thin layer of sweat and Eloise still had dried up lubricant crusted against her thigh. The end wasn’t as sexy but still incredibly amusing.
“You draw one up while I deal with these sheets.”
“Deal.” Eloise kissed Cressida on the lips before disappearing into the bathroom.
When the bath was drawn, Cressida sank into the warm bubbly water before Eloise sat against her. Strong arms immediately wrapped around Eloise’s stomach and Cressida pressed kisses along her shoulder. “How are you feeling?” Cressida asked.
“Good. A bit sore but I’ll be fine,” Eloise answered, being completely honest with Cressida.
“Good. You just relax, my love. I’ll wash you.”
Eloise hummed in content, relaxing against Cressida’s body as Cressida went through the motions of cleaning her. Cressida continued to press kisses along the nape of Eloise’s neck and shoulders, whispering small ‘I love you’s as she went along.
The water had cooled by the time they were both done and Cressida helped pat Eloise dry, ever attentive to her needs. She left her lover on the bed as she went to fetch them both glasses of water before spending rest of the night in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to one another.