Good Girl

Blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs, and Agatha held steady eye contact with you as she licked a slow strip up your pussy, collecting your arousal on her tongue. Your head fell back against the pillows as you groaned, the sight alone sending pulsating waves of arousal down to your clit, which you were certain Agatha could feel.

You'd been in this position for what felt like hours, and you were starting to get frustrated. Agatha had been slowly working you up, her hands gripping your hips and pinning them to the bed whenever you tried to move. She'd alternated between gently sucking your clit between her lips, and sloppily making out with you pussy. Occasionally, she'd dip her tongue inside, and you'd respond with a drawn out plea.

Pulling away, Agatha licked her lips as she observed you. Your hips were attempting to escape her strong hold, canting upwards as ragged breaths left your lips. She wanted to pity you, truly, but it was difficult when you looked so perfect like this. So desperate and pliable, like putty in her hands. Or tongue, rather.

Glancing down, Agatha smirked as she watched your arousal drip down your thighs. She was certain that her lower face was coated in your juices, but couldn't quite bring herself to care. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

"Do you want to come?" Agatha asked, her voice teasing as you groaned. She shifted her body, rising to her knees as you pried your eyes open to glare at her.

"Of course I want to come, I've been begging for the past hour." You whined, pulling against the cuffs that attached your wrists to the headboard of your bed. As much as you loved your girlfriend, she could be downright evil sometimes. This was one of her favorite activities, sweet and slow torture. But, if you were honest with yourself, you loved it almost as much as she did.

Smiling widely at you, Agatha raked her sharp nails down your stomach, relishing the way you trembled beneath her touch. Moving quickly, she discarded her clothes with a flick of her fingers before spreading your legs open.

Groaning, you shuddered at the thought of more stimulation to your already over-sensitive pussy, and attempted to close your legs around Agatha's muscular waist. When blue eyes narrowed, you realized your mistake, and quickly spread them again.

Agatha's hand made its way to your throat, her eyes hard as she squeezed. "Do not ever attempt to close your legs again, do you understand? This pussy is mine, and I'll play with it however I want, and as long as I want. Are we clear?"

You swallowed harshly against the hand wrapped around your neck, nodding as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when Agatha's fingers released some of the pressure they were applying, oxygen rushing back to your head and making it spin slightly. Focusing hard on breathing properly, you missed the shift in Agatha's position as she threw her leg over one of your thighs.

Hooking one of your legs around her waist, Agatha adjusted her hold until her pelvis was pressed firmly against yours. Then, she let out a low moan at the feeling of her own slick pussy sliding against yours.

"Holy shit." You breathed, your eyes snapping to where your cores met. You watched in fascination as Agatha moved her hips, the movement practically frictionless as your arousal provided a barrier between you two. The fingers around your throat released their hold, dragging down the column of your neck before landing on your chest.

Smirking, Agatha increased the pressure of her thrusts as she began to cruelly twist your nipple between her fingers. Your mouth dropped open, your wrists straining against your restraints as your nerve endings seemed to catch on fire. You felt overstimulated, and rolled your hips to match Agatha's in an effort to gain some control over your body.