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Mizi adored getting to touch Sua. There was something so special, so cathartic about watching the way she shivered beneath even the gentlest of touches, how she’d melt at slow strokes or gasp at rough squeezes. It brought her so much happiness to be able to make Sua feel good, pride settling in her chest every single time she brought her pretty little lover to orgasm.
She had never considered just how the opposite could feel, though—not being allowed to touch, forced to be an inactive participant in Sua’s pleasure. She had never given the idea much thought on her own, always wanting to be the reason Sua twitched and writhed and cried.
In the past, Sua had suggested she try and masturbate in front of Mizi, to prove that she was able to bring herself to orgasm without her and put on a little show at the same time. The idea had sounded extremely hot, but when they finally tried, they discovered that Sua was actually pretty bad at getting herself off. After nearly twenty minutes of desperate little huffs and frustrated tears, Mizi had lunged forward and taken over from there. With Mizi’s touch, she was finally able to come in under two minutes, which made Sua puff out her cheeks indignantly once the shocks of her orgasm subsided.
She had insisted that she was actually so close, that she was almost there until Mizi had taken over. After a few more unsuccessful attempts here and there, Sua had seemed to have enough of constantly losing to her girlfriend. As a result, out of the blue, she surprised Mizi with a little something that might have turned the tides of their little game.
A game they were currently trying once again, one that Sua seemed very determined to actually win this time.
Mizi’s body, bare save for the strap-on secured to her hips, lay sprawled across their shared bed with her hands restrained above her head. A pair of pleather pink handcuffs (the little something in question) bound her wrists together, the insides of the cuffs lined with soft fuzz that made the new experience a bit more comfortable. The chain was looped behind a wooden panel of the headboard, adding an extra layer of security to prevent Mizi’s arms from reaching forward.
Mizi twisted her wrists around to the best of her ability, carefully observing the cuffs to try and distract herself from her growing impatience while Sua finished her own preparations. “Why’d you choose pink?”
“To match you,” Sua had said so simply, like it was obvious. And maybe it should have been, but the fact that her girlfriend had done something so subtle and sweet had her swooning even further when she finally looked up at her.
At Mizi’s feet, Sua had sat herself with her legs spread, one hand already tweaking a puffy, hardened nipple while she lazily dragged the head of a vibrating wand lightly up and down her own slickened cunt. She hadn’t turned it on yet, clearly content to make Mizi suffer in her restraints for a bit longer by beginning with a slow pace. It seemed like she chose to draw out her little performance for as long as she could while Mizi was powerless to move things along any faster.
Not that Mizi necessarily wanted it to end soon, per se, but her heart always ached when Sua would give her that needy expression after repeatedly teetering close to the edge and losing it as fast as it came. She was almost as desperate to please Sua as her lover was to be pleased, even if she whined or kicked in protest when Mizi pushed her onto her back.
Mizi needed Sua to want her touch, to need her. Even if the addition of the cuffs did pool a pleasant heat in her lower belly, she wanted Sua to realize she couldn’t do it herself, to reach forward and undo the restraints so Mizi could fuck her the way they both needed. She wanted Sua to give in, like she always did.
Though, that didn’t seem like it was coming anytime soon, so Mizi decided to enjoy the show while it lasted. Sua really did look pretty like this, all flushed and twitchy, spread out on full display. Maybe this game wasn’t all that bad…
The noise the silicone made as it passed through Sua’s dripping lips was filthy, the amount of wetness being spread a bit surprising for how little Sua had done to herself so far. The sounds mixed messily with the gentle moans and sighs Sua had been making, the woman whimpering slightly when the toy pressed against her a little harder than she had intended.
(She’d always been so sensitive. It was just one of the many things Mizi loved about her, how she’d writhe and grow soaked from nothing more than a rough kiss and some heavy petting. How even adding just a bit more friction tore such loud, keening sounds from her throat. So adorable.)
“Do you want me to turn it on?” Sua breathed out, stilling her movements directly against her clit, her hand sliding teasingly down to the power button on the toy. She noncommittally circled it with the pad of her thumb, looking up at Mizi expectantly. “To see what it does to me?”
Mizi almost gave herself whiplash from how hard she nodded her head. “Y-yeah, please, Sua.”
(Please, call out for me. Cry out my name. Beg me to fuck you and admit that you need me.)
Sua’s lips curled into a teasing little smile, her thumb pressing down on the button and whirring the toy to life against her. Almost instantly, she threw her head back with a high, shaky mewl, her other hand hurriedly leaving her chest to slap over her mouth.
God, how Mizi wished she could have sat up and peeled Sua’s hand away, forcing her to let out all of those heavenly sounds. She always sounded so pretty in the midst of pleasure, and Mizi hated it when she tried to muffle herself.
As if she read Mizi’s mind, Sua’s hand slid off her mouth and down her neck, slowly moving to cup her breast again as she started grinding her clit against the toy. Her hips bucked up and into the vibrations, very clearly trying to achieve more friction, more stimulation. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her tiny chest heaving with labored breaths as she tried to work herself to orgasm.
Sua looked so gorgeous, and Mizi’s heart swelled (or did her chest ache?) at the way her pretty girl was trembling at the intensity of the toy on her most sensitive spot. She could see tears threatening the inner corners of those hazy violet eyes, the air leaving her lungs when Sua’s gaze focused on her as she began to speak.
“Mmm… I know you wish you could touch me, Mizi,” Sua whispered, her voice trailing off into a high pitched whine as she pressed the wand harder against her clit. “But you can be patient, c-can’t you?”
Mizi’s throat went dry, swallowing hard to wet it again as she watched Sua buck her hips even harder into the vibrations. This wasn’t—this wasn’t fair. Sua was so unfairly emboldened by Mizi’s inability to reach out towards her, being so fucking cruel about it. It reminded Mizi of just how powerless she was in this situation, and she tugged at the restraints with an uncharacteristically whiny noise of complaint.
And Sua, with such undeserved audacity, had the nerve to giggle at her plight. She was smiling down at Mizi like she wasn’t the one being overcome with pleasure, writhing and twitching at each sensation coursing through her.
“Hah—you look so helpless right now, M-Mizi…” Not fair, not fair, not fucking fair. Sua shouldn’t be allowed to say that. “You wanna touch me—ah—that badly?”
Fine, then. If Sua wanted to play that game, Mizi would just have to play back, wouldn’t she? To hit Sua where she knew it would weaken her, to regain some semblance of control over this whole ordeal.
“Wanna touch you so fucking bad,” Mizi croaked out, cringing a bit at the way her voice had stuck to her throat. “You’re so wet, you’d—you’d feel so good on my fingers, Sua…”
Sua keened the moment Mizi spoke up, her free hand moving to fist the sheets beneath her. Not only did the speed of her hips increase, but the back and forth movement of the wand against her cunt became shorter and more desperate. Sua’s body began to tremble, her voice raising an octave as her whines were almost inaudible from the high pitch.
There it was, the slipping of that façade. Mizi knew—hell, they both knew well enough that Sua was so easy to talk down to, almost anything causing her to fawn if said in the right way and at the right moment.
Mizi could tell Sua was trying as hard as she could to maintain her control, noting it in the way she clearly tried to steel herself after such a reaction. Sua pursed her lips together tightly, clutching at the sheets with an even harder grip to ground herself.
“Y-you—” Sua cut herself off with a harsh swallow, trying desperately to choke back a moan. “You’re so needy…”
(That was rich, coming from Sua of all people. Being chastised about neediness by the woman who begged for every orgasm like she’d die without it was a laughable concept. It almost made Mizi actually laugh in her face, but she decided to put that aside for now.)
“Can’t help it.” Mizi’s tone was so low and gravelly, rasps catching on every word. “I wanna put my fingers inside you, wanna—wanna feel how tight you are…”
“Yeah? What… what else?” Oh, she was getting off on this. Sua’s hips were practically rolling now, finally settling into a rhythm that looked like it was going somewhere for her. Mizi almost wanted to stop talking back, to tear away the added pleasure her words brought, to make Sua lose all of the hard work she had done to get herself this far. Though, in all honesty, Mizi was a little curious to see where this would go if she kept it up.
“I wanna put my fingers in your mouth, make you taste yourself…” Mizi couldn’t help the way she bucked her own hips at the thought, her heart fluttering when Sua let out an airy gasp in response. “Wanna flip you over and—and put my cock inside you, wanna fuck you so hard and deep…”
“Yes—!”
“Wanna… wanna hear you moan my name, beg for me to make you come…”
“Oh god, oh god…”
Fuck. Holy shit. Sua was actually going to come this time. Mizi could see it in the way her body wracked with violent tremors, the way tears streaked down her reddened face. This was the closest she had ever gotten during moments like this, and it really did seem like she could fall apart with a bit more effort.
“G-gonna come… Mizi, ‘m gonna come…”
"Are you finally gonna come on your own, Sua?” She could tell Sua was almost there, with her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw slack. She just needed a few more pushes over, then she’d… “You got this, pretty girl, c’mon…”
“Y-yes, yes, yesyesyes…” Sua nodded her head at a breakneck pace, her breathing coming in short, shallow gasps for air.
“You always look so pretty when you come,” Mizi breathed, instinctually trying to move her hands to reach out for Sua’s face, but her arms caught with the tension and stayed put. “Please, come for me, Sua…”
“M-Mizi, I—I’m coming—!”
Mizi was grateful she had actually let Sua prove herself, because god, the sight of it was so perfect. Sua’s head tipped back towards the ceiling as her entire body shook with the weight of her sobs, hips rutting desperately into the head of the wand to fuck herself through her high. She looked so beautiful like this, all fucked out and twitchy, her loud cries of Mizi’s name slowly melting into the most pitiful little whines and sniffles. When her shocks began to subside, she quickly shifted her hand to turn off the vibrator, whimpering a bit at the overstimulation as she tossed the now lifeless toy to the side, not caring to see where it fell.
It was a sight Mizi, honestly, hadn’t anticipated she would get to see, but it was certainly not unwelcome. Despite how much she craved that control, she was glad Sua finally got to put on the little show she had wanted to for so long now, coming for Mizi without her interference. (Well, Mizi distantly knew that her voice was what helped her tip over the edge, but she wasn’t one to get hung up on semantics.)
“I’m so proud of you, Sua,” Mizi smiled. “You’re so beautiful. You did so good for me.”
Sua’s head slumped forward, her hair falling in her face messily as she gave a weak, exhausted smile. “I did it, Mizi…” Her words came out with a self-satisfied little giggle, and Mizi couldn’t resist the urge to echo it.
“You did, you did!” Mizi was buzzing with anticipation for her impending freedom, her wrists twisting around excitedly as she spoke. She couldn’t wait to tuck those strands of hair behind Sua’s ears and kiss her cheeks, to hold her close and praise her for a job well done. Sua was so cute like this, always so sweet and pliant after her first orgasm of the night. “Now you can take these off me, and once you rest a bit, I can make you feel even better! How does that sound?”
“Mmm…” Sua hummed as if she was considering something, the hesitation causing Mizi’s face to fall slightly. She watched, heart stilling in her chest, as Sua’s eyes trailed down to the pink dildo secured on her harness, and she swore she could see the gears turning in her head. “I don’t… need to rest, so…”
Sua adjusted herself so that she wasn’t sitting upright anymore, leaning forward and shifting to her knees. She loomed directly over the strap, left hand settling itself on Mizi’s hip while her right took the base of the dildo into her grasp. She arched her back ever so slightly, teasingly giving a glimpse of the subtle curve of her ass, as her eyes trailed up to meet Mizi’s own.
“Can I warm you up first?” The words came out so soft and breathy as she nuzzled the length of the silicone with her cheek, and it was just so… so…
God, Mizi wanted her to do it, but she couldn’t stand the idea of being locked away in the handcuffs for another second. She squirmed lightly, offering only a small huff before she answered.
“I—I mean, yeah, but…” Mizi shook the cuffs around to emphasize her point. “What about these?”
Sua stayed put where she was, instead planting a gentle kiss to the tip of the dildo. “Can you be patient just a little longer? You…” She turned her head slightly to avoid Mizi’s stare, cheeks darkening. “You look good like this.”
Oh, well. If Sua wanted it, then it couldn’t be helped, could it? She could wait a little longer, so long as it meant she got to see what Sua was about to do.
“O-okay, yeah. Yeah,” Mizi agreed, almost a bit breathless. “Go ahead, baby.”
Sua’s soft, half-lidded gaze fixed to Mizi’s own before her tongue parted her lips, moving to lick a thick, broad stripe up the underside of the strap. Mizi found herself absolutely entranced as the other woman closed her mouth around the tip, collecting drool in her mouth and letting it spread itself across the entire head to provide added moisture.
Sua opened her jaw just enough for her to slide more of the length into her mouth, the thick girth of the strap causing her lips to strain themselves a bit to adjust for the size. She progressively began to take more and more of it into her mouth, noises of effort and muffled moans being pulled from her with each bob of her head.
She hadn’t even been going for long, but she already looked so debauched and needy, drool coating her lips and dribbling down her chin. More tears had started to slip down her cheeks, and her eyes—those eyes hadn’t left Mizi the entire time, looking at her with an expression so eager to please, so desperate.
It made Mizi want to card her fingers through the hairs at Sua’s scalp and tug, to thumb away the tears prickling her inner corners. She wanted to thrust her hips into Sua’s mouth and fuck that pretty little throat, forcing the most pathetic noises out of her as she—
“Ghrk—!”
Uh oh.
A pained, almost ugly retch tore itself from Sua’s vocal chords out of nowhere, a fit of coughs following as she pulled herself off of the strap as quickly as she could. It took a few seconds after that for Mizi to register that in her haze, she had actually bucked up her hips and thrust into Sua’s mouth, causing it to roughly hit the back of her throat in a way the other woman hadn’t anticipated.
“Oh—oh my god. Sua, I’m so sorry, I—” Mizi instinctually tried to sit herself up to reach for Sua, but the sudden tension on the chain of the cuffs jerked her back into her intended spot of lying down. She could only sit there helpless as Sua wiped tears from her eyes, massaging her throat with the palm of her hand.
When her labored breathing returned to normal, she looked at Mizi with a frustrated pout, brows furrowing and cheeks puffing out. Fuck, Mizi had really screwed up this time…
“I’m fine, I just…” Sua adjusted her sitting position to be more upright, petulantly turning herself at an angle away from Mizi. “Ugh, you’re so impatient, Mizi…”
“I’m sorryyy…” Mizi whined, nearly kicking her feet in desperation for Sua’s understanding. “I couldn’t help it! You looked so hot, I—”
“I don’t care,” Sua huffed, crossing her arms. “You said you’d be patient.”
(Well, she didn’t exactly say that, but again: semantics and whatnot.)
“But I have been patient!” Mizi’s voice came out a bit rougher around the edges than she had intended in the midst of her exasperation. And shit, she knew that was another mistake, because Sua turned back to look at her with a stern glare, one eyebrow raised questioningly.
“I—I mean…” Mizi tried to gather her bearings, clearing her throat and softening her voice. “I’ve really been patient, Sua, please?” For added emphasis yet again, Mizi tugged at and twisted her wrists around in the restraints. (Wait a second. Was she even supposed to be able to move her wrists around in these…?)
Sua’s face lit up with a gentle smile, and for a brief moment, Mizi had thought she was in the clear. Maybe her begging really had worked, and Sua was moving forward to finally let her go, and—
And instead, she was met with Sua crawling forward and swinging one leg over Mizi’s hips, her dripping cunt hovering just inches away from the head of the strap. She smoothed her hands down Mizi’s stomach teasingly, her eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief that caused Mizi’s heart to drop.
She leaned a bit forward to press a few gentle kisses to Mizi’s lips, each one slightly deeper than the last as Mizi chased the warm, familiar feeling of some kind of contact. Unfortunately, Mizi made the error of attempting to lick into her mouth, which caused Sua to pull away and loom over her once again.
“I think you can wait a little longer.”
After she spoke, Mizi could only watch dumbfounded as she took her right hand and guided the dildo to the entrance of her cunt, gently letting the tip breach her. She exhaled sharply, the fat head already too much for her to take. Sua squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth and scrunching her face as she sank down further onto it, slowly getting to about half of the entire length.
“Ah…” She paused for a moment to adapt around the intrusion, hands balled into fists on Mizi’s stomach. This wasn’t fair, she always struggled to take this dildo no matter how prepared she was, and it—it was always Mizi who would help her through it, who’d rub slow circles into the small of her back as she cooed into her ear.
She looked stuck, and Mizi couldn’t help the overwhelming desire to jump in and help. “Are… are you sure you don’t need me for this, Sua?”
“I don’t,” Sua hissed, but not unkindly—rather, her tone was full of determined desperation. “I got this.”
Mizi’s pride was a little wounded, but she decided to stay silent on the matter. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched Sua take the rest of the dildo with a rather harsh push down. Their hips met in a gentle slap of skin against skin, and both women let out low moans at the contact. Sua was already shaking like a leaf, effectively gasping for air as she sat completely upright in order to adjust.
When an adequate amount of time had passed, Sua pressed her hands into Mizi’s stomach, lifted her hips, and began to move. She set a torturously slow pace at first, sighing gently with each pass of the toy inside of her. She bit her lip when her eyes finally met Mizi’s again.
“Fuck, you’re so big…”
If Sua hadn’t been testing her patience before, oh god was she testing it now. Conniving little fucker, that’s what she was.
“You feel so good inside me—mmph—!” Her hips rutted forward at an angle that seemed to hit a spot she liked, evident by a slight change in her face. It had softened, weakened for just a moment, before she steeled herself again. Her pace picked up ever so slightly, but not enough for her to really get anywhere quickly.
She was doing all of this on purpose, doing and saying all these teasing things to get under Mizi’s skin. It was already enough that she was riding her like this in the first place, but the fact that she was going so fucking slow, forcing herself to dirty talk through the clearly overwhelming sensations coursing through her, it was too much. It was all too much.
Mizi needed out, she needed out so badly. She needed to grip Sua’s waist like a lifeline, thrusting up into her and guiding her hips into the rhythm that always brought Sua to tears. She needed so desperately to trail her hands down to squeeze at the curve of Sua’s ass, sinking her nails into the skin and relishing in the way that angelic voice would cry out—
“Mm… Mizi…” Yes. Just like that. That genuine little whine pierced through Mizi’s frantic thoughts, bringing her back to reality to watch the way Sua’s face melted into that docile, pliant girl she always became. She was beginning to lose herself, eyes fluttering shut as she found her own pace. “Ah, please…”
And there it was, that subtle admission. Sua was struggling, with the way her pace would slow and pick back up, how her words quieted as her breathing became heavier, more unstable. This wouldn’t do. Mizi couldn’t take it anymore.
She was going to be the one to make Sua come if it was the last thing she did, any consequences be damned.
Mizi writhed in the confines of the cuffs, the slightly loose feeling around her wrists reminding her of her discovery earlier. Wasn’t the entire point of the cuffs to be tight enough to keep her fully locked down? She wasn’t an expert by any means, this being her first exposure to this kind of thing, but she assumed that she wasn’t supposed to have this much wiggle room inside something meant to restrain.
Maybe… maybe she could have used this to her advantage. Maybe there was an out, after all. She just had to hope that Sua would forgive her…
As discreetly as she could, she pulled the chain of the cuffs taut and pressed the length of her right thumb flat against her palm, positioning her hand so it was closed in enough to be able to shimmy its way out of the cuff. It was a bit of a squeeze, but the pleather gave at the pressure, finally fully releasing her right hand. Without the added tension on one side, the cuffs fell down against the pillow with the simultaneous drop of her hands, the loud clink noise of the chains causing Mizi to jolt, afraid she had been caught.
Sua, thankfully, was too far gone to notice, eyes squeezed shut as her hips rocked forward, trembling due to her lack of stamina. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice the next stage in Mizi’s plan.
(But really, in what world would Sua’s gentle, submissive self have the guts to do anything about her misbehavior when Mizi was fully freed?)
Using her newfound freedom, she pulled the other cuff completely off her left wrist, discarding it next to the forgotten vibrator. She wasted absolutely no time in moving her hands to grab Sua’s waist harshly, a surprised squeak tearing its way from the woman’s throat.
“M-Mizi—?!” Sua’s eyes slammed open, going wide at the sight of her girlfriend completely free from the handcuffs she was in just moments ago. Her confused, shocked face was so cute, and pride swelled in Mizi’s chest at her successful escape. “Wha—how did you—ah—!”
Taking advantage of Sua’s momentarily frozen state, Mizi dug her hands into the skin of Sua’s hips and pulled her completely off the strap. It was a bit of a blur how quickly she maneuvered and manhandled Sua to get her how she wanted her, entirely swapping their positions on the bed. Sua now laid on her stomach, perched on her knees and with her thighs splayed open. Her absolutely soaked pussy was now on full display for Mizi. Behind her, Mizi sat upright on her knees, aligning herself so that she’d be able to plunge right in once everything was ready.
The most dizzying part about it was how Sua didn’t even resist at all, moving into the positions with Mizi instead of fighting against her. Well, she didn’t resist physically, at least—she was huffing and pouting throughout the entire process, because of course she was.
“Miziii, I don’t need your help!” Oh, she was pathetic. So whiny, so unlike the domineering figure she tried to appear as earlier. She was so weak to Mizi it was almost comical, dropping all her defenses at the slightest bit of force. But fuck, Mizi loved it so much. She was so perfect.
“It sure seems like you do,” Mizi purred, sliding her palms down the length of Sua’s arms and yanking them behind her back, getting a tiny yelp in response to the force. Mizi held Sua’s wrists together with her left hand and grabbed the discarded cuffs with her right.
Any and all fight had left Sua the moment Mizi began to slip the cuffs onto her, not even saying anything as Mizi tightened them so that they were secure around her much more slender wrists. The sight of it was so hot, her precious lover pinned to the mattress and bound in her color. She couldn’t help commenting on it.
“I know you picked these out for me, but I think you look so pretty in pink, Sua.” Mizi rubbed one hand in slow, gentle circles along the small of Sua’s back, while her other grabbed the base of the strap, dragging the tip of it up and down Sua’s slick folds. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes…” Sua whimpered, shoving her face into the pillow, and it was all the permission Mizi needed to sink inside.
Mizi immediately set a rough, punishing pace with her hips, punching a wheezing gasp from Sua’s lungs with the force of her first few thrusts. Each rut of her hips was full of the weight of her prior impatience and frustration, giving Sua what she had so desperately wanted to give this entire time. Now that she had her in her grasp, gripping either side of her waist, she didn’t want to stop until Sua was falling apart over her strap.
The wet sound of skin against skin was downright filthy, combined with Sua’s high-pitched, wanton moans that were muffled by the pillow beneath her. She looked so pretty like this, bent over and taking what Mizi had to give as greedily as she was to give it.
“You’re so cute and pitiful, Sua,” Mizi groaned out, putting as much force behind her thrusts as she could, so desperate to bring Sua to the orgasm she had wanted to bring her towards all night. “You couldn’t even keep me down in handcuffs.”
The words pulled a heartbreaking sob from Sua as she shook her head, her face pressing further into the pillow. Her entire body jolted with how roughly Mizi was fucking her. She was too weak, too helpless to even rock herself back to meet Mizi in the middle, instead laying there like—like, heaven forbid, a toy, all pliant and ready to be used.
This was what Mizi wanted. As cute as it was to watch Sua try to satisfy herself, Mizi relished in the control she held as she tightened her grip on Sua’s tiny little waist, moving one hand to press Sua’s bound wrists further into the small of her own back. It was a silent reminder that she couldn’t escape, not like Mizi did.
(Though, Mizi resigned to think Sua wouldn’t ever do such a thing, not even if she was strong enough. Something about the way her cunt was messily accepting each thrust and leaking slick everywhere distantly confirmed this.)
“Ngh… Mizi, h-harder, please…”
“Harder? You want more than this, baby?” Mizi nearly laughed out, amazed by Sua’s absolutely shameless request for more. She threaded her fingers through the strands at the top of Sua’s scalp, grabbing a fistful and yanking her head out from the pillow.
“Ah—! F-fuck, Mizi…”
“You’re so pathetic.” Mizi leaned into one brightly flushed ear, lowering the pitch of her voice. “You’ll tell me how pathetic you are, won’t you?”
Sua turned her head ever so slightly to meet Mizi’s eyes, her own gaze hazy and watery as her thick brows knitted together pleadingly. “Don’t—don’t make me…”
Mizi didn’t like that answer very much, slowing the speed of her hips and softening the intensity of each stroke, giving her enough reason to give in and do what she was asked. It was only fair, wasn’t it? To give Sua back exactly what she had given Mizi? And of course, Sua squirmed disapprovingly at the new speed, wordlessly whining in protest as her hands squeezed into fists.
“Say it for me,” Mizi husked, her voice coming out a bit harsher than she had intended. She breathed out a soft “please” immediately after, softening the blow of her command ever so slightly.
Tears streamed down Sua’s face as she deliberated for just a moment, her voice so shaky and sweet when she finally spoke up.
“I—I’m pathetic…”
Fuck. So cute, so perfect. Under any other circumstance, Mizi would have deemed that as an acceptable response, returning to her previous speed to give Sua just what she needed.
But, oh, Sua had been so cruel earlier, hadn’t she?
Mizi wasn’t going to let her off that easily after the stunts she pulled.
“Again,” she groaned, not even daring to change the torturously slow and soft pace, not daring to let go of Sua’s hair. She smiled to herself when she heard a petulant little huff bubble up from Sua’s throat, clearly exasperated with the situation.
“I’m pathetic,” Sua breathed out again, a tinge louder and more desperate this time.
“Again.”
“Mmph… Miziii…”
Poor thing. Poor, sweet thing. Mizi almost felt a little bad, but she wasn’t going to back down from this. Sua certainly hadn’t backed down until she was forced to, after all.
“Say it.”
With a heartbreaking whine, Sua eventually caved. (Yet again, she barely put up a fight when pressed hard enough. She really was so weak for Mizi, wasn’t she?)
“I’m pathetic, I—god, I need you to make me come, I…” Sua swallowed, the noise catching on a rather harsh gasp for air. “I can’t match how you fuck me, I—ah—I need you…”
God, she loved this woman. She loved Sua so fucking much. Mizi wanted to give her anything and everything. Her chest swelled with endless adoration at such a vulnerable display.
“That’s my girl,” Mizi praised with such an unstable voice that wavered with arousal. She let go of her vice grip of Sua’s hair, running the hand down to her cheek and cupping it softly. “I’ll give you more, I will, okay? I’ll make you feel good.”
“Please,” Sua nodded desperately, dropping her head back into the pillow when Mizi picked her thrusts back up again, this time slamming into Sua as hard as she could. She fucked her like she had something to prove, and Sua was loving every single second, letting out unabashed moans into the fabric of the pillowcase.
Whether Mizi’s next move was an act of mercy or cruelty, she wasn’t entirely sure, but she acted on impulse regardless. Her eyes shifted to the vibrator Sua had used on herself earlier, reaching out to grab it without a second thought. Mizi placed her left hand on the subtle curve of Sua’s waist as she snaked her hand around Sua’s right side, positioning the vibrator right atop her clit.
Sua didn’t seem to notice the presence at first, too caught up in the sensation of Mizi rutting into her from behind. Mizi fumbled her thumb around to find the power button, and when she did, the sensation of it powering on against Sua’s clit tore a scream from the woman’s lungs.
“Fuck—! S-shit, oh my god…”
Her pretty little moans and whines had crescendoed into full blown sobs and babbles of nonsense, her lithe frame trembling harder than Mizi had ever seen before. She was squirming so badly, letting out heaving gasps for air as Mizi launched an all-out attack on every single one of her nerves.
But through it all, she still had enough of her mind left to open and close her hands repeatedly, wordlessly begging for Mizi to take her hands with her own. With a gentle smile, Mizi threaded the fingers of her left hand with Sua’s, using her grasp as a handle to continue pounding into her.
“Does it feel good, Sua?” Mizi hummed. “This is your reward for being so good and coming for me earlier.”
Sua nodded harshly, her cries not stopping in the slightest. She sounded like she was getting so close, the tension in her body slowly pulling taut as she shivered heavily. “Feels—feels good, Mizi, feels good…”
Mizi giggled, satisfied with the mess she had made of Sua so far. She couldn’t resist the urge to toy with her one last time. “Aren’t you gonna thank me, baby?”
The answer was instant, the words sounding heavy on Sua’s tongue. “T-thank you, Mizi—oh my god—thank you—ah!”
“You sound close. Are you gonna come?”
“Uh—uh huh…”
She couldn’t even get the words out anymore, but that was fine. Mizi had teased her enough. The impending release was something they both needed right now more than anything.
“Come for me, Sua.”
Not even a moment later, Sua let out a chest-rattling sob into the pillow, her entire body twitching and jerking violently with the forceful spasms of her release. She sounded so beautiful like this, even in the midst of such an all-encompassing orgasm, crying out Mizi’s name with gentle little whimpers of “I love you” scattered about.
Mizi squeezed her hand all the while, making sure Sua knew that she was there for her, shushing her gently and whispering soft praises. When Sua’s shaking subsided and her moans turned into heavy, heaving gasps for air, Mizi removed the toy from her clit and turned it off, placing it back where she had found it before. She let go of Sua’s hand to pull out as gently as she could (though, she wasn’t able to prevent the overstimulated whine she pulled out of Sua). She made an effort to quickly undo the cuffs, already anticipating the way Sua would cling to her after such an intense orgasm.
As she loosened the restraints and slipped them off, she took notice of faint red indents in the shape where the cuffs had sat on her wrists. Poor thing, she had such sensitive skin. Even though the material was soft, the cuffs may have been a little too tight. Mizi made a mental note to rub some lotion into them once they got up.
While Sua was still rolled over and gathering herself, she scooted back just a bit to undo the harness from her hips, loosening it and sliding it over her legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Sua rolling over and reaching her arms out towards her, silently beckoning for an embrace. When she didn’t move fast enough, Sua whined, and Mizi could only laugh softly in response.
“Just a sec, baby. I’ll be right there.”
She kept her promise once she had fully removed the harness, crawling towards Sua and gathering her in her arms. Sua was so warm, all blissed out and happy, and she couldn’t refuse the urge to pepper chaste kisses all across her reddened, tear-stained face. Her bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat, a thin trail of drool from her lower lip drying on her chin.
Sua would have insisted she looked like a mess if she could have seen herself, but Mizi thought she was the most ethereal girl in the world as she gently stroked her back, pulling the comforter up and over them both to embrace Sua in even more warmth.
“How was that, Sua?” Mizi whispered, raking her fingernails gingerly across Sua’s spine.
“Mmph… it was perfect, Mizi.” The poor thing’s voice was hoarse. Mizi made another mental note to run and get her a cup of water in a bit. “Thank you. For indulging me. I had fun.”
“I had a lot of fun too! It was so hot, even though I don’t think I really prefer being the one in the cuffs.”
Sua giggled, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s fine. I… I think I do, so it wasn’t an entirely pointless purchase.”
“Hehe, I guess not!” Mizi nuzzled her cheek into the top of Sua’s head, basking in the afterglow before a thought crossed her mind. “Oh, Sua?”
“Mm?”
“How come you didn’t tighten the cuffs all the way on me? You know that’s how I was able to get out, right?”
Sua’s face suddenly went red again as she turned her head away from Mizi to avert her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Something in that reaction told Mizi that it may not have been as accidental as she had thought, but she wasn’t going to pry.
After all, they both got what they wanted, didn’t they?