I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Never Again

Twinning Part II

"Oh, my God, oh, my God, Taylor!"

Your fiancée smirks as her eyes roam your face - it's scrunched up in sheer pleasure, and just by how your eyes roll, Taylor can tell you're close.

At the very last moment, she pulls out.

"W-what . . . ? T-Tay . . ."

She unbuckles the strap-on she was using to fuck you, and gives you a disappointed look.

"Honey, you know how I feel about you wearing those types of things," she says, her lower lip jutted out slightly. "Why'd you do it, huh?"

She's talking to you almost as if you're a five-year-old, like she has far more authority over you.

"I-I'm sorry."

You whimper a bit as she goes into the closet and rummages around.

After you had called her into your shared bedroom maybe ten minutes ago, she'd lain you down and made you undress, asking for a little show since, "That's what you wanted to give the neighbours, right, you little slut?"

And then she'd gone into the closet and came back out wearing just that strap-on.

This time around, when she returns, she's got handcuffs in her hands.

She cuffs all your limbs to the bedposts, but not before she tightens the strap-on's harness on you, and once both your ankles are restricted to the bedposts, you immediatley know where this is going.

"Tay, come on . . ." you try to reason. But she doesn't budge.

Instead, her expression hardens, and she gives you a sharp slap to your thigh. "What's my name?"

You look up at her, swallowing. "M-Mommy."

She lets out a smirk and a chuckle. "Good girl."

Slowly, she climbs on top of you and lowers herself onto the toy, eyes closing in pleasure.

"Fuck," she moans, dragging the word out as she bounces on the strap. "Oh, my God, baby!"

She leans down, fisting the sheets in her hands. "Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck!"

You watch her, mesmerised but at the same time frustrated. You clench your hands into fists, itching to touch her.

"Tay, come on," you say, pouting at this point.

You just want to touch her - to help her reach the high she's so desperately chasing.

But she reaches down, encloses her hand around your throat, and says, "Your punishment is watching."

You nod frantically, the colour draining quickly from your face.

"Are you gonna wear those types of - fuck - of things again?" she asks, her voice dripping with need for release.

You shake your head.

She repeats the question, her fingers tightening around your throat with each word to enunciate them.

"N-no, Mommy, never again," you choke out.

She releases your throat and gives a smug smirk as she increases the speed at which she fucks herself.

She leans down again, tits right in your face as she gets her clit to rub against the harness, giving her a whole new sense of pleasure.

"Fuck, baby, yeah, fuck, fuck . . ." she hisses out as her stomach tightens. "God, I'm so fucking close!"

You look away, a deep frown on your face. "It was just a bra and shorts, I don't -"

Again, another sharp slap to your thigh. "Shut the fuck up - oh, God!"

With that, she cums, loudly, on the dildo, a rather whiny rendition of your name leaving her lips as her bounces stutter out of rhythm and she collapses on top of you, the toy still deep inside her.

Meanwhile, you're sulking, head turned to the side and refusing to look at her.

"Baby," she cooes. "Come on, you know I had to do that."

"You could've done so many other things," you grumble, tugging at your handcuffs.

"Babe," she whines, sitting up and stifling a moan as the movement spurs the toy deeper into her. She gets off of it and lies beside you, tracing soft patterns on your chest.

"Babe, come on, cuddle me."

You glance down at her with a pointed look and tug at the handcuffs again. "How?"

"Oh."

She reaches up and unlocks them for you, allowing you to wrap your arms around her.

sorry this took so long :( but we're in Manila now um