running from my masters

over this shit (nsfw)

the minute you wake up, you realise something isn't right. you can feel liquid all around you, half of your body emerged in hot water, the other half above the water.

you start to stir awake, immediately noticing the absolute gut wrenching pain your legs are in. "ow-" you groan out, trying to stand, jumping as an arm crawls around your waist to pull you back in the water.

"sit still, Cara mia." you freeze at the nickname. "morticia?" you whisper out, realising just who's behind you. "in the flesh." you open your mouth to scream before her hand comes to cover your mouth.

you're forced to lay back against her, her legs wrapping around your waist from behind as a way to keep you there. "shhhhhhh, everything's going to be okay. just let mistress take care of you, my beloved."

you jump as the sponge in her hand drags over your legs. you struggle against her as she dips the sponge in the water and squeezes it above your head.

she begins to massage shampoo and conditioner into your scalp, and you start to relax against her. "that's it, good girl." she praises as you relax completely.

"does that feel good?" she asks, you nod hesitantly, not noticing the way your finger is drawing silly patterns on morticias hand that's around your waist.

"close your eyes." she says softly. you close your eyes, water being dumped on your head to get out the shampoo and conditioner.

once your hair is washed she sets the sponge beside the tub and wraps both her arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

you tense up against her, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "why so tense, darling?" she asks and you shiver.

"I don't know, maybe because I fucking ran away from you?" you mutter, but she hears you. in an instant, you're turned around, the movement pushing some of the water out of the bathtub.

your face is level with hers and you're on your knees, your hands on her thighs. her hand is gripping your jaw like she wants to shatter it, "have you forgotten what I do to bad girls who talk back to their mistress?"

your gaze falls down to her chest which is now above the water. morticia tuts at you, forcing you to look back up at her. "only good girls get to look at their mistress."

her lips attract your attention, and it's starting to make her mad that you're not listening to her. you're yanked forward, your entire body now slumped against morticia.

"ive dreamt of finding you for years, Cara mia. all the things i would do once our bodies were finally each other's again..." she leans down, taking your bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on the flesh gently.

you whimper at this, "so pretty." she whispers as her legs lock behind your back and her lips mark your jawline.

"you, are mine...no matter what Larissa says." this statement makes you freeze. you had thought they were over this shit.

you however can't bring yourself to care as she reaches a hand down and circles your clit. you groan into the air, immediately being shushed by your mistress,

"shhhh, mommy won't be too happy with what we're doing." you nod softly, the doe eyes you give her making her almost melt.

a finger slides through your folds and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet. "thats a good girl." she praises, your hips bucking on their own.

she pushes two fingers into you, her lips hovering right next to your ear as you whimper. "you're taking me so well, pretty girl."

you let out a gutteral moan at her praise, grinding down on her fingers. "oh- feels so good." you mumble incoherently.

just then, a knock against the bathroom door is heard."Tish? is she awake?" your mistress holds a finger to your mouth as she pushes herself deeper into your cunt.

you hold back a loud groan. "no net yet, my love. I'll bring her out when she is." the sound of Larissa's heels fade down the hallway and as soon as you hear a door shut you let out a loud groan.

"FUCKK-" Morticia smirks, curling her fingers."oh please- please please please.." you beg, staring at her through heavy eyelids.

"what do you want, slut?" you buck your hips at the name and begin to lightly bounce on her fingers. "please let me cum-"

Morticia leans up, placing a soft kiss near your ear before whispering, "cum for your mistress baby."

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a/n: I haven't updated in a month. I'm so sorry I just have alot on my plate. And this is really rushed I'm gonna try and finish another longer chapter tonight to make up for it, no promises though.