KinkMeGentlyWithAChainSaw a ChanSaw fic

KinkMeSideways {ChanSaw}

Location:
Heather Chandler's room
Time:
6:47pm

    Heather enters her bedroom, holding onto a leash with her left hand. She leads Ronnie into her bedroom. Heather's strawberry blonde hair trailing behind her. Ronnie's dark brown medium length hair contrasted with Heather's lighter longer hair. Both of them clad in their undergarments. Heather equipped with a red bra and matching panties. Ronnie wearing a blue bra and grey boxers. Even though they were both clothed, it wouldn't be long before the clothes came off.

"I hope you're ready for some fun, Ronnie baby~"

    Chandler gave Ronnie a sensual wink as she gently yanks the leash behind herself, causing Ronnie to stumbles a little forward into Heather's arms. Heather holds them closely, her hands on their waist, her left hand still holding onto the leash. Their bodies pressed against eachother. For but a moment, they felt completely content in each other's arms. They stared into each other's eyes.

"Oh, I'm definitely ready for some fun Master~"

    Ronnie's eyes are half lidded as they stares into Heather's eyes. Ronnie wanted to kiss Heather right now, but they have to wait for the command to do so. Ronnie would be a good pet.

"Then, Let's begin, shall we?~"

    Heather leans in and begins to kiss Ronnie. The two enjoy the kiss for a few minutes. They part for air, panting slightly. Heather backs towards her bed. She climbs onto it, gently tugging the leash with her. Ronnie climbs onto the bed as well, on all fours, above Heather.

"Ronnie, neck"

    Heather commanded as she tilted her neck, and Ronnie knew exactly what they had to do. Ronnie brought their lips to Heather's neck, brushing their lips slowly against Heather's neck, gently nipping a bit. Ronnie then gives Heather's neck a bite.

"Oh God Ronnie~"

    Chandler moans slightly. Heather nervously chews her bottom lip as Ronnie keeps biting at her neck. Ronnie licks over each individual spot that they bit. They slowly nibble at her jaw softly. Heather gently tugs the leash, wanting Ronnie to be nearer.

"Closer~"

    She was whimpering under Ronnie's actions. Ronnie bites at Chandler's collarbone, causing Heather to subconsciously buck her hips. She moans loudly. Her underwear was definitely soaked by this point in time. She wanted one thing, Ronnie, and only Ronnie. Ronnie kept biting and nipping at Heather's collarbone.

"F-fuck Ronnie!~"

    Heather whimpers and moans. Ronnie playfully trails their hands under Heather's bra and began to paw at her nipples, gently at first. Ronnie started pinching and rolling Heather's nipples between their fingers and Heather instinctively bucks her hips higher than she had done prior.

    Her nails scratch down Ronnie's back, leaving red lines. Ronnie moans softly against Heather's neck, all of her moaning and finally the contact, started to stir even more arousal inside of Ronnie. Heather shivers at the warm breath upon her neck. She wanted Ronnie to do more with her than just this. Not that she was complaining, because she wasn't.

    She slowly trails her hands over Ronnie's boxer clad ass and gives their cheeks a squish. Soft and squishy. Ronnie moans again, and bites hard against Heather's neck. That bite almost made Chandler go over the edge.

"Ronnie, I need you"

    Heather was practically whimpering as she pleaded needily. She attempts to pull Ronnie closer if that were even possible. Her left hand clutching onto the leash tightly, her knuckles going white from the pressure. Ronnie begins to slip their hands from under Heather's bra and down the sides of her ribcage.

    Ronnie scoots backwards as they continue to trail their hands lower along Heather's sides. Ronnie's hands reach Heather's waist. The whole while, trailing kisses down Heather's neck, past her collarbone, between her bra covered chest, down to just above Heather's bellybutton. Ronnie glances up at Heather for approval to continue further.

    Heather's knuckles on her left hand have gone white from gripping tightly into the leash. She squirms and squeals, little moans escaping her mouth. Heather's right hand roams to meet Ronnie's hair. This was a nonverbal sign from Chandler that Ronnie can continue.

    So Ronnie did continue. Ronnie places each hand on Heather's corresponding inner thighs. Ronnie's hands gave gentle squeezes to Heather's thighs, alternating pressure. Ronnie looked up at Chandler, pausing for a moment.

"May I?"

    Heather lightly bucks her hips in automatic response, because she's struggling to get her mouth to co-operate with her body and mind. It takes her mouth a moment to catch up with her brain.

"Y-yes Ronnie"

    Heather's grip on Ronnie's hair tightens as she gently tugs. Ronnie squeezes Heather's inner thighs tightly in response. Ronnie places her hands at the hem of Heather's panties. Ronnie paused to look up at Heather. She nodded her approval that it was okay.

    Ronnie pulls off Chandler's panties painfully slow. They were soaked. Ronnie tossed them across the room. Ronnie leans their face forward and began to lick at Heather's clit, tantalizingly slow. Ronnie adds on to the teasing by licking shapes and letters over Heather's clit. Heather squirms and squeals, moaning.

    Ronnie begins to suck on Heather's clit, causing Heather to let out a loud moan. Both of her hands are buried in Ronnie's hair. The leash was in Heather's left hand still. Ronnie runs small circles on Heather's inner thighs. Heather squirms and her legs convulse and twitch.

    Ronnie slides a finger inside of Heather slowly, Heather bucking her hips and squirming uncontrollably. The sensations are all so intense for her to handle. Ronnie adds a second finger, slowly increasing their pace. Heather moans loudly as Ronnie's fingers kept brushing against Heather's gspot.

"R-Ronnie!~"

   Heather's grip on Ronnie's hair tightens as her body begins to spasm and shudder at will. Ronnie separate their mouth from Heather's clit then gave it a bite. Heather moans the loudest she's moaned all night. She squirms, bucking her hips wildly. She feels the pressure about to explode.

    Heather cums all over, coating Ronnie's hand and mouth with her juices. Her insides were still convulsing around Ronnie's fingers. Heather was panting heavily, and weakly she tugs the leash, pulling Ronnie closer. She pulls Ronnie into a kiss as a thanks for the pleasure.

Next time, maybe round 2