Title: Skin - w00t4ewan (Ao3)
Summary: "Please," Emily muttered.
JJ didn't do 'please' and 'thank you' and her sub knew better than to speak out of turn. A open hand struck Emily's already tender thigh, as she replied directly into her ear, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's strike one. Speak again and you'll stay tied to this door the rest of the night."
CM Kink Bingo Fill: Spanking
Rating: Explicit
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~Emily stood naked, face pressed against the closet door, wrists restrained above her with straps held between the door and frame.
JJ loved her back side, it was so perfectly shaped. Her leather glove squeaked against the leather handle of the riding crop as she gripped it. She slapped the end gently against the inside of Emily's thighs. "Spread 'em."
Emily hesitated and was instantly punished with a hard strike against her ass. JJ growled the demand again, "I said, spread them!"
Emily's hands grasped the restraints best she could in preparation as she slowly spread her legs open further. Clearly, her response time still wasn't fast enough to her Dom's liking, Emily barely had time to register the sound of the crop slicing through the air before it landed against her leg with a loud thwack. They'd been at this for a while now and she had no doubt there must be welts across most of her backside, if not rivets of blood in some of the places she'd been whipped multiple times.
But that, of course, was part of the fun.
JJ traced the crop in a pattern between her legs, running it up her inner thigh, ghosting it across her cunt, then pulling it down the inside of her opposite leg. Emily tried to tilt her face downwards to watch and the mindless choice made JJ drive her elbow across Emily's shoulders, pinning her flat against the door.
Emily used to believe that she was the stronger of the two. While in actuality, she'd just never seen JJ in her true element. Not to say JJ wasn't strong in the field, she absolutely was, but the physicality she displayed in taking down an unsub was still nothing compared to the force she used now. Leather-clad, riding crop in hand, her forearm and bicep flexing to keep Emily still, JJ was undeniably the one with all the power.
She pressed her chest against Emily's spine, the coolness of the leather soothed the sting of her whipped flesh. She kept her arm pinned between them, holding Emily firmly as JJ's other hand ran down the side of her ribs, grabbed her hip, slapped it, then snaked between her legs.
"Please," Emily muttered.
JJ didn't do 'please' and 'thank you' and her sub knew better than to speak out of turn. A open hand struck Emily's already tender thigh, as she replied directly into her ear, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's strike one. Speak again and you'll stay tied to this door the rest of the night."
Emily was fully restrained, all she could do was barely tip her head in understanding. Being completely at her Dom's mercy felt both exhilarating and unbelievably vulnerable, a dizzying feeling to say the least.
JJ kept her face against her ear. "I bet your cunt is already soaked. I bet you're wet from just being whipped like this," she connected a particularly hard slap of the crop and Emily groaned underneath her. JJ chuckled under her breath, "You're such a fucking slut. Getting wetter every time I hit you," another brutal slap to her leg, "I know you get off on seeing the bruises afterwards. Do you fuck yourself while thinking about me whipping you?," this time the crop stung the inside of her thigh and she winced, but remained silent as JJ continued, "I bet you do, you filthy thing. I bet you stand in front of the mirror, fingers in your needy cunt while you eye all the marks I've left on you."
Emily was trembling beneath her, her arousal already pooling in the pit of her stomach from the combination of the crop and her Dom's degradation.
JJ ran her tongue over the outer shape of her ear, then tugged her lobe with her teeth. "Maybe I should leave one that will really last." She sunk her teeth into Emily's shoulder slowly, biting down gradually while licking her skin. Emily wriggled free beneath her and JJ forcefully grabbed her face with an open hand, slamming Emily's head back against the door. "Strike two.
"God, you're so fucking lucky you're pretty face is too perfect for me to hit," JJ said, trailing the backs of her fingers lightly down Emily's cheek. Emily smiled at the soothing gesture, earning her a laugh from deep in JJ's chest. "Oh, just cause you're pretty doesn't mean you're getting away with your insolent impatience."
JJ abandoned her previous slow approach and bit down on the same shoulder with full force this time, sucking hard at the fold of flesh between her teeth. She worked until her jaw ached, then went another thirty seconds more for good measure. When she finally released her prey, a dark bruise was already blossoming under her skin.
"There, now you won't forget who you fucking belong to." JJ thrust her hips against Emily's ass while the crop ran up and down her inner thighs, purposely avoiding any contact with her cunt.
The teasing was unbearable, but Emily wasn't going to disobey again. She knew all too well that this was a three-strike system and JJ would make good on her promise to leave Emily here for the rest of the night if she misbehaved.
JJ grinded her hips harder into her ass, humping her steadily as her breathing shuddered against Emily's skin. Her hand finally dropped between Emily's legs, she barely dipped her fingertips into her opening, swirled them over her clit, then brought them to Emily's mouth. Emily sucked her cum from the leather glove without further prompting.
"Such an eager little slut," JJ mocked. She moved away suddenly, moving behind her so she was out of Emily's limited view.
All Emily could hear was the soft creak of leather clothing, some soft shuffling, then the unmistakable sound of something heavy and metal hitting the floor beneath her feet. Emily knew it was the spreader bar before JJ was even tugging the cuff tight around her ankle. She secured the other side too, then took a step back to really take in the sight in front of her.
Emily's arms and ankles restrained to keep her spread eagle, angry red welted lines where the crop assaulted the backs of her shoulders, ass, and legs. Yet none of it drew as much attention as the fresh bite mark, almost black now from the pooling of blood beneath the surface. JJ thought she'd never looked more beautiful.
She moved behind her again, this time the heat of her naked chest met Emily's back. She rested her chin in the crook of Emily's neck, pressing an uncharacteristically gently kiss into it, then another, until Emily's body relaxed slightly. As soon as it did, JJ plunged two fingers into her cunt without warning. Emily winced at the sudden stretch, swallowing her involuntary yelp as she tried to relax against her Dom's touch.
"Surprise, surprise, the needy slut is absolutely soaked," JJ chided. She fucked her fingers deeper into her, scissoring and curling them in alternating patterns, thrusting hard and fast. She snapped her hips against Emily's ass, grinding against her with every upward thrust of her hand.
Emily trembled beneath her, the only thing keeping her legs from snapping shut was the bar across her ankles. JJ had learned that lesson fairly early on after Emily's nearly strangled her with her thighs as JJ ate her out for the third hour in a row. Even so, her legs still tried, straining at either end of the metal bar with all her strength could muster in her exhausted state.
JJ pressed her full body weight against her to stop her from squirming. "Strike...," she forced a third finger into her cunt, "...three..." just as quickly, she was removing her fingers, wiping the mess from Emily's cunt onto her ass without care. JJ leaned back against the door so she could meet her sub's eyes. "You're out."
With that, she moved out of view, her footfalls moved around the room for a moment, then towards the door where she muttered a loud, "Fucking pathetic," before closing the bedroom door behind her.
Emily sighed heavily, willing her muscles to relax as much as they could in her current position. No telling how long she'd be left in time-out, might as well try and get somewhat comfortable. As she did so, her nervous system slowed enough to start registering the stinging pain across her back. JJ's earlier accusation was true, Emily couldn't wait to admire the bruises in the mirror after such a rough session, of course, aftercare wouldn't happen until she'd served her punishment and JJ saw fit to come let her down. For now, all she could do is wait.
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