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As Alicent watched the numbers on the display lighting up, indicating the steadily climbing elevator, she felt the nervosity growing with each passing second. Like a balloon, it swelled, until it took up all space in her, the pressure uncomfortable and threatening to pop any minute.
Two businessmen stood in front of her, chatting away pleasantly, but she couldn't concentrate on any of the words they said. She felt like she was underwater, all sounds other than the rapid beating of her heart and her shallow breaths were muffled by the pressure surrounding her.
Try as she might, she just couldn't stop worrying, and tapped her foot impatiently. She closed her eyes, and willed herself to travel one hour in the future, when she would be back home, happily finishing whatever task she'd abruptly abandoned upon noticing the time. She had completely forgotten the time, only to see that it was an hour later than the time she'd promised Rhaenyra to be at the office, and had then been stuck in traffic for another hour, trying to rush here.
Holding her breath, she counted to three before opening her eyes. Of course, all that greeted her was the sleek, wooden interior of the elevator. Feeling foolish, she mentally reprimanded herself. She got herself into this by not setting an alarm, and no amount of wishful thinking would get her out of this.
She glanced at the watch strapped to her wrist and cursed under her breath. She was almost three hours late by now; well over her wife’s lunch break. She wondered whether Rhaenyra was angry with her. After all, tardiness was something she loathed, and this was only the second time Alicent had ever been late. She cringed as she recalled the time she'd fallen asleep and had arrived half an hour later than agreed, two years ago. Rhaenyra had been mildly irritated then, but had been understanding since Alicent had just come down from a grim bout of the flu. She didn't imagine telling that Rhaenyra that she'd lost track of time because she was painting her nails would go over well.
Gripping the paper lunch bag tighter, she glanced at the two men. She wondered if they ever felt as anxious as she did at that moment, whenever attending an important meeting. She grimaced. She could hardly compare the two situations. For one, they had nothing to worry about, except for not pulling off a convincing performance, whereas she knew she was already in trouble.
The elevator continued ascending.
She clenched and unclenched her fists, glanced at her watch yet again, but then refrained when she noticed the ticking of the second pointer was doing nothing but heightening her nerves. Finally, she smoothed out the skirt she'd haphazardly thrown on while rushing out the door. Dismayed, she noticed that the length was a bit too short for comfort. She started tugging at the hem, but it only caused her to lose grip on the folder clenched under her arm. Mortified, she watched as it clattered onto the floor, and blushed furiously when the conversation between the two men stopped abruptly. She made a grab for it, and avoided eye contact with anyone, and the men resumed their conversation. Still embarrassed, she stared at the floor until the elevator slid to a halt.
The bell dinged, and the doors smoothly glided open. The remaining two men stepped out. When the doors slid back in place, shutting out their voices, she realized that she was all alone. The silence that now surrounded her, jostling her like a mass crowd, was deafening.
Shivering, she watched as the numbers rose. She felt like a gladiator being released into the colosseum, about to face a lion or a tiger. Just that the only weapons she donned were the flimsy, plastic folder and the lunch bag that was slowly growing wet from the sweat gathering in her palms. She sighed. Far from the lethal weapons she'd need to defend herself with.
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The opening doors gave way to a tastefully designed reception area. On the left, the wall was made of glass. The afternoon sun sat high in the sky, casting a golden glow on both the room, and the bustling city 42 storeys down below.
Inhaling deeply, she stepped out and nodded at the young, pretty woman behind the reception. She smiled back at her, but it did nothing to soothe the fluttering in her stomach. Placing one foot ahead of the other, she steadily walked past the reception and down a dimly lit hallway, a stark change in looks and atmosphere from the sunny reception area. At the end of it, was a heavy, mahogany door. This was it. She stopped just outside and stared at the almost black panels indecisively for a moment. She'd probably get away with it if she just handed the things to the receptionist and told her to pass them on to Rhaenyra, and she was tempted to turn around and do just that. But that would mean risking her wife being even more irritated later on.
She wanted to scream. If only she'd remembered to set that damn alarm.
Taking a deep breath in, she raised her knuckles and knocked gently at the door. Knowing that she wouldn't get an answer, and even if she did, she wouldn't hear it, she waited a few seconds before pushing the door open and stepping in.
She saw the desk first. The huge, imposing desk she personally theorised was made to intimidate anyone sitting across from her. And evidently, she thought, shivering, it worked. Behind it, her wife sat, professional and confident. Slightly gazing down at her as she comfortably sat in her plush leather chair, Alicent felt as if she'd just walked into the lion's den. Despite the fact that Rhaenyra was sat, Alicent still felt so small in that moment. It wasn't just a matter of height, it was Rhaenyra’s presence in general; simply gazing at her was intimidating. She felt like her knees were about to give way just by being in her wife’s proximity.
Stepping further into the room, she closed the door behind her. She gulped. Despite the receptionist sitting only feets away down the hall, she knew firsthand that no sounds could breach the heavy walls of her wife’s office. If she screamed, nobody would hear her…
She was fully on her own now.
A chill full of dark pleasure raced through her, but she shook it off and tentatively stepped towards her. Eyes cast downwards, Rhaenyra paid her no mind as she continued typing away on her computer.
Alicent ran a gaze down the length of her wife’s body, watching how the muscles on her neck and shoulders flexed while she typed away. Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips to wetten them. Raising her eyes, she quietly observed Rhaenyra’s concentrated face. Her shaggy blonde hair framing her face immaculately, as per usual. A single lock had escaped, and Alicent resisted the overwhelming urge to cross the room and run a hand through that hair.
She gulped. How could someone look so effortlessly and stupidly attractive?
Not sure on whether or not she should say something, Alicent awkwardly continued standing in the middle of the room, patiently waiting for Rhaenyra to address her.
A few seconds later, she finally opened her mouth to say something, but abstained when the telephone rang. Rhaenyra picked up and barked out a few blunt commands into the receiver before hanging up. Gripped by a new wave of nervosity, Alicent opted to stay silent. Rhaenyra didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood, and she didn't want to ruin it any further.
Slowly, her mind drifted to other things. She couldn’t remember if she put the lid back on the nail polish bottle—that one was one of her favourites, both her’s and Rhaenyra’s, and she’d be devastated if it dried out. It was a while before Rhaenyra cleared her throat, snapping her out of her daze. Fixing her posture to stand up straight and raising her eyes, Alicent met her wife’s dark gaze. Rhaenyra was staring intensely at her, seeming to drink up her appearance, like a wolf sizing up its prey before pouncing, going for the kill. Her throat went dry. Still, she never broke eye contact, steadily matching Rhaenyra’s intrusive stare. For a while, neither one said anything, they just watched the other in silence.
Defiantly, Alicent cocked her head, feigning confidence she most definitely did not possess in that moment. For a second, she could've sworn that the corners of Rhaenyra’s lips turned up at this, but then she refocused her gaze on her computer and began typing anew. Another chill ran through Alicent, stopping at her core. Did her wife see through her bluff? Rhaenyra always seemed to be able to, anyway. Had she been mocking her with the almost-smirk? She could've been. It was too brief, a fleeting moment, Alicent didn't have enough time to judge.
The silence stretched between them, heightening each and every one of her senses. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for a possible way to get out of this, to stop her legs from shaking like leaves on a branch during a harsh storm.
"You're late." Two words, spoken in a completely apathetic tone, as if Rhaenyra couldn't care less about her delay. And yet, it did nothing to tamper down Alicent’s fight or flight senses. She knew better. Her mind was working in complete overtime now, trying to form an appropriate response that would not anger her. Because she knew that, despite the indifferent appearance, Rhaenyra was boiling under her skin, that she would use her every opportunity to make her tremble in turn for riling her up.
"I know. I'm sorry." Alicent’s heart dropped. Her voice was shaky, betraying her feigned confidence. She knew that her wife would revel in it.
Rhaenyra didn't glance up from her typing while talking to her. Probably better. Alicent was already wracked with perturbation, and trying to maintain eye contact with her would reduce her to nothing more than a stuttering mess, so she looked down at the floor. Then she heard Rhaenyra sigh and the sound of the wheels of her chair rolling back on the floor.
"Come here." Despite wanting to bolt out the door and rush back into the safety of her car, Alicent obliged. Eyes still firmly fixed to the ground, she shuffled around the desk until she was standing between Rhaenyra’s spread thighs. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, wishing she had something more modest on. "Eyes up here." She shivered at Rhaenyra’s commanding tone, and slowly raised her gaze. She let it drift up her form, starting at the bulge in her black trousers. Blushing – even now, two years into their relationship –, she stared at it, not able to press down her own wave of desire rushing out, almost making her keel over from the sheer force of it.
Almost.
"Look at me.” Rhaenyra said in a firm voice. Breathing in deeply to regain some sort of calm and not to throw herself down at her wife’s feet, Alicent lifted her gaze. She peered, awe-struck, into Rhaenyra’s, which were fixed on her own, watching her intently. Rhaenyra raised her hands to place them on her hips, drawing her in even closer. "What did you bring me?" Her low voice sent yet another shiver to Alicent’s core, and she struggled to form a coherent thought.
"I- uh, what?"
Nodding to the lunch bag she still clutched like a lifeline, Rhaenyra smirked devilishly. "What did you make me today, my love?"
She opened her lips, noting that her mouth had gone even dryer. "Ribs with mashed potatoes." Her voice sounded hoarse. God, as if she hadn't been obvious enough.
She licked her lips again. Alicent’s gaze flicked to them, and she lifted one hand to cup her chin gently. Languidly brushing her thumb across her soft lips, something dark flashed in her purple eyes. Desire pooled in Alicent stomach, and she felt her core becoming wetter and wetter each second.
Wet and needy.
For her.
Rhaenyra’s eyes were hooded with a hungry look as she licked her own lips. "Mmm, sounds delicious." Her voice sounded deeper, huskier. Alicent wanted to bathe in it, let it caress and wash over her for all of eternity. But she knew that comfort was something she wouldn't ever receive whenever she found herself in situations like these. How could she, when the air between them crackled perpetually with a sort of electricity she couldn't seem to ignore? Volatile and dangerous, a warning for her to not turn her back on her, to be on her guard. And those warnings rang true, when just a second later, Rhaenyra’s thumb dug into her lip, pressing hard. "Too bad lunch has been over for well over two hours now."
Alicent’s eyes widened, and in her haste to grip her wrist, she dropped the folder and the lunch bag. The papers in the folder sprung loose, fluttering to the ground, and landing in an array of chaos around their feet.
Rhaenyra paid them no attention.
While Alicent tried to yank her grip off on her chin and lips, the hand that had previously rested on her hip tightened, before Rhaenyra moved it up to her neck. Encircling her throat, she pressed her fingers into the delicate skin. Lust gripped her like she'd never felt before. Every single one of the warning bells in her brain were blaring at her to get away – knowing what was to come – but she couldn't. She was a sucker for what was to come, after all.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She rasped. "I wasn't paying attention to the time, I-"
"I was sitting here for an hour, waiting." Rhaenyra shook her head in mock disapproval, Alicent could see the menacing heat in her eyes that told her she was serious. She was fucking pissed. "Waiting for you to turn up with not only my lunch, but with the urgent documents I needed for the meeting that concluded half an hour ago."
Alicent gulped and Rhaenyra traced the movement with her eyes. Using her thumb, she stroked the pulse beating erratically.
"I'm sorry.” Alicent tried again with a soft voice. Rhaenyra showed no reaction, other than her thumb stopping to press harder into her skin. "Have you eaten? Are you still hungry?" She asked.
Rhaenyra’s eyes were still fixed onto her wife’s pulsepoint for a few more seconds, but then she lifted her gaze to pin her with a lustful stare. "Oh, I'm starving. But not for ribs and mashed potatoes." She cupped the back of Alicent’s neck and yanked her face towards hers, so that her mouth was just a breath away from her ear. "Plus, I think my girl needs a punishment, since she clearly hasn't learned from the last time. What do you think, hm?"
Alicent shook her head frantically and pushed against her, gaining a little more space between them. Then she dropped to her knees and looked up at her with big, brown – surprisingly still innocent – eyes.
"I didn't mean it, I've learned from last time, please, I just wasn't paying attention to how late it was getting…” She should've known that her words wouldn't have any effect on her whatsoever, if not by experience. Still, she rambled on, knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything and a punishment was due. She had to try, though, even though she not so secretly enjoyed those punishments.
"Darling." The low growl shut her up instantly. "Did you do something wrong, yes or no?"
Ashamed, Alicent tried averting her gaze, but Rhaenyra’s hand, still placed on the back of her neck, held her head still, preventing her escaping her stare. "Yes.” She whispered, after a couple of seconds.
"And what happens when you do?"
"I get punished."
"Exactly. Now, is it the first time you've heard the rules? Did you not know beforehand what would happen if you broke them?"
She shook her head.
"Words, my love."
Alicent shivered, but grit her teeth and bit out an answer. "No, I already knew about them. It's my fault, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Rhaenyra regarded her for a few beats, before releasing her and Alicent stood up. "Good. Now strip."
Seeing the look of slight surprise on Alicent’s face, Rhaenyra cocked her head. "What? You didn't actually think that an apology would get you out of this, did you?" Alicent didn't respond. When Rhaenyra saw that she was making no moves to obey her order, her lips tightened. "Don't make me say it twice."
Alicent raised her hands to her blouse in defeat, but halted before fingering open the buttons. A flash of rage flashed in Rhaenyra’s eyes, but before she could say anything else, Alicent hurried in unbuttoning her shirt. She let it drop to the ground. Rhaenyra nodded at her to continue, eyes still firmly fixed on hers. The lacy bra came next, her brown nipples puckered and hard. Suddenly feeling shy, Alicent brought her hands up to cover her breasts, and bashfully averted her gaze. She could still feel her wife’s white hot stare on the side of her head, and belatedly, she remembered her words.
Lifting her face, words of an apology right about to spill from her lips, she realised her mistake the second Rhaenyra shot out of her chair and held her throat firmly; her hard eyes bore back into hers. Her grip tightened, and she pushed her down by her throat. Alicent’s knees buckled, and she went down. Landing on her knees at her wife’s feet, she looked up at her, eyes wide and full of lust.
Alicent had found out rather early in their relationship that she enjoyed being dominated, about as much as Rhaenyra enjoyed dominating her. And what started with playful little bedroom games, grew and grew until it became the giant it was now – until Rhaenyra became her dominant and Alicent became her submissive and not only in the bedroom. Boundaries were respected, safewords were chosen, and a new reality started for the both of them. An addictive new reality.
Rhaenyra’s hand still firmly encircled her neck, while she brought the other one up to stroke her wife’s curly, red locks, so gently it made Alicent’s heart clench in the best possible way. The juxtaposition of the two ways her hands handled her, only made Alicent’s cunt clench along with her heart.
Rhaenyra leaned down, invading her personal space. Her grip around Alicent’s neck tightened, and Alicent whimpered when she felt her hand in her hair clenching, painfully pulling at it.
"You really are in need of a punishment, aren't you? I guess I've been too lenient with you lately."
"Yes, please." Alicent gasped. Fuck, she wanted it. Badly.
Suddenly, Rhaenyra released her grip on her wife’s throat. Dazed, Alicent tried crawling backwards to catch her breath, but the grip of Rhaenyra’s other hand didn't let her get far. "Take it out." She demanded, her hard bulge now directly in front of Alicent’s face.
Wasting no time, Alicent brought her hands up to unzip the trousers. Silently cursing when she saw how much her hands shook from her intense need, she flicked her gaze up to watch what Rhaenyra was doing, then quickly averted it when their heated gazes met. Pushing her trousers and underwear down, she was met by Rhaenyra’s cock jumping out of its restraints. Looking at it, big, hard and swollen, Alicent gulped before taking it in her hand. She looked up at Rhaenyra again, silently asking her what to do next. She knew, of course. Of course she knew. And when her wife nodded once to confirm it, she flicked her tongue out, and licked the head carefully. When Rhaenyra’s fingers tightened on her scalp, Alicent took that as her cue to continue. Stroking the hard cock once, she peppered little kisses along it, then licked the whole length.
"Stop teasing and suck me properly."
Alicent obediently opened her mouth to let her wife in, but before she could lean in herself, Rhaenyra thrusted her cock into her mouth. She groaned at the feeling, and it was all Alicent could do to not gag at the sudden intrusion. Rhaenyra made her take all of it and held her there – stretched lips touching her pelvis, nose pressed against her lower stomach. Alicent looked up at her desperately, brown eyes trying to instill a feeling of mercy in her wife to let her breathe, but Rhaenyra had tipped her head back in delight. They had a stop code, all Alicent had to do was tap Rhaenyra’s thigh three times and Rhaenyra would stop, but Alicent always tried not to use it. She liked to push herself as far as she could.
After a few seconds, when she was sure she'd pass out if she didn’t move and was about to use the stop code, Rhaenyra finally relented. Yanking at her hair, she pushed Alicent off. She seemed to know Alicent’s limits better than Alicent herself. Spluttering and coughing for relief, her respite lasted merely a few seconds, barely enough for her to catch her breath, before her wife filled her mouth and throat with her cock again.
Rhaenyra groaned out loud. A sound so guttural and innate, it rocked her to the core. Right now, Alicent was nothing but a fuck toy, existing solely for her wife’s pleasure. She vaguely registered the wetness coating her inner thighs, but decided to not dwell on her own body betraying her, while choking on the thick cock.
She dug her freshly manicured nails into Rhaenyra’s thighs, who continued rhythmically fucking her throat, making her eyes tear up from the roughness. Her wife’s scent invaded Alicent’s senses. She felt drunk, intoxicated by her, like always. Wanting her to find her release faster, she decided to hollow out her cheeks, sucking on her cock.
Rhaenyra’s grip on her hair grew firmer, and Alicent knew she'd succeeded – she was close. Rhaenyra suddenly pulled her off after a couple more pumps, holding her at arm's length. Dazed, Alicent looked at her with glassy eyes, gulping in deep breaths of air, watching her as she breathed in deeply, regaining her own breath. When Rhaenyra opened her eyes, she smeared the saliva dribbling out Alicent’s mouth all over her lips with her thumb.
Meeting Rhaenyra’s gaze, her kind eyes filled with love pulled Alicent out of her trance, but before she could properly appreciate it, Rhaenyra pulled her up and placed her on her shaky legs. She spun Alicent around, and she tripped, landing face-down on the desk. Rhaenyra pressed her hand on her wife’s lower back, firmly pinning her down to the dark mahogany.
Alicent moaned when she felt Rhaenyra’s warm hand trailing up the back of her thigh. With an ease that was almost unsettling, Rhaenyra unzipped her wife’s skirt, uncovering her thong to her hungry eyes. Pushing off the short skirt, it landed on the floor in an unceremonious heap. Alicent wasn't completely naked for her yet, but even so, she felt completely bare under her stare. She blushed, knowing that there would be a dark patch on her panties, revealing her strong arousal.
Rhaenyra chuckled as she traced the patch with her middle finger. She cupped her wife’s cunt and revelled in the resulting gasp it tore from her throat. Even through the thin fabric separating her from Rhaenyra’s fingers, she knew she could feel her throbbing. She gripped the edge of the desk as her body reacted o-so strongly to Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra leaned down, resting her head next to hers, so that her lips brushed her ear. Alicent shivered. She could feel the weight of Rhaenyra’s body settle on top of hers, press into her, and her head cleared of any thoughts. Rhaenyra licked her earlobe and Alicent bit her lip. “You came prepared, didn’t you? Wearing this slutty little thing to make me want to fuck you even more if that’s possible.” Her fingers latched on to the side of Alicent’s thong and she ripped the scrap of fabric off of her wife’s body. Rhaenyra spread her wet lips apart, gaining deeper access. Alicent buried her face in her arm, biting on her bottom lip to mute her moans as Rhaenyra brushed her fingers through her slickness.
"Look how wet you are. I bet you’re dying for me to taste you, aren’t you? Dying for me to lick your gorgeous cunt and eat you out.” She circled around Alicent’s engorged clit a few times, careful not to touch it directly. Rhaenyra was teasing her mercilessly, and Alicent could hardly hold back her moans. "It’s just as sweet as you are." Rhaenyra groaned. Low and throaty, it reverberated against Alicent’s ear, sending electric pulses to explode in the form of goosebumps all over her skin.
A loud, wanton moan escaped her lips when Rhaenyra’s middle finger eased onto her neglected clit, and pressed on it, hard. She felt as if her body was burning up, with her cunt being the fire from which the blazing heat emanated from.
Before the building pleasure could crest, Rhaenyra eased off of her clit, and began encircling it anew, barely touching the swollen little nub. She repeated this a few times, always bringing Alicent pleasure back down before it could spill over.
Finally, she released her from the cruel teasing, lifting her middle finger off of her clit. Alicent could feel the wetness now freely seeping from her slit. Rhaenyra lifted off of her, and she instantly missed her wife’s weight. Feeling the loss of her body heat, Alicent whined and wiggled her ass to tempt her into coming back. Rhaenyra chuckled darkly, and without warning, she pushed two fingers inside. Alicent gasped at the sudden fullness.
Unrelenting, Rhaenyra pumped her fingers in and out of her a few times in a rhythm that left her squirming. This time, Alicent couldn't hold her loud moans back, and she was certain she'd find Rhaenyra smirking at her sounds of pleasure if she turned back to look at her.
When Rhaenyra was sure Alicent’s juices covered her whole digits, she withdrew them. Gasping for breath, Alicent turned her head and watched her, looking at her fingers with a dark glint in her eyes.
"I think it's finally time for the first taste of my meal." Rhaenyra gaze fixed on hers, and Alicent’s breath caught in her throat as she watched her wife slowly push her glistening fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, the corners of her lips curling up. "Delicious like always.”
Alicent’s clit throbbed. She wanted her wife’s fingers back on her, in her, she wanted – needed – Rhaenyra to finish what she started. She squirmed desperately. "Please…” She whimpered so softly, she thought she'd have to repeat it.
"Please what, darling?"
"I- I want to feel you."
Rhaenyra palmed her asscheeks, lifting one eyebrow in mock confusion. "Here? Do you want to feel me spank you?"
Frantically shaking her head, Alicent almost sobbed in frustration. "No, please, I want you, your cum in me. I want to come."
"You want my cum? But only good girls get to come. You haven't been good today, have you?"
Dejected, Alicent closed her eyes and sighed. No, she hadn't been good today. After all, she'd arrived late, made Rhaenyra go without lunch, and failed to deliver important documents for her meeting. Rhaenyra’s hold tightened, so she ripped her eyes open again.
"Answer me. Do you think you deserve to come?" It was a trick question, she could hear it from her tone. A question which only had one correct answer. An answer that would refute what she wanted.
"No." She closed her eyes again, bracing for the imminent refusal of her request.
For a couple of seconds, everything was still… until Rhaenyra suddenly plunged into her again.
Eyes opening, Alicent yelped, overwhelmed with the sudden pressure. She could feel her wife’s cock stretching her bit by bit, and despite her slickness, she still felt the dull throb of pain in her cunt. It was big, simple as that, and no matter how much they fucked or how hard, it was always a tight fit, and when Rhaenyra thrusted so violently, Alicent could barely take it.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. Rhaenyra bottomed out and stayed there for a bit, circling her hips slightly as Alicent adjusted to her thickness.
"Then no, my love, you won't get to come." And with that, Rhaenyra pulled out, only to roughly slam back into her. Alicent gasped, and tears welled in the corner of her eyes, barely able to hold herself up on the desk. Rhaenyra pressed her head against it, her rosy cheek resting on the cold surface of the wood.
As she continued fucking her, the discomfort slowly started ebbing away as Alicent got used to the size, and pleasure took its place. She let out a small moan, and Rhaenyra smirked, slamming even harder into her. She took hold of Alicent’s wrists, pulling them back and bringing them together on her back. Using one hand, she pulled Alicent into her, so that she met each one of her thrusts. From the back of her pleasure-filled, hazy mind, Alicent vaguely felt her stroke her right asscheek. Kneading it, Rhaenyra groaned.
All of a sudden, Rhaenyra smacked her ass, and the pain brought Alicent out of her daze. Jumping, she instinctively tried to squirm away from her, a feat that wasn't easily achievable since she didn't have her arms to help her. Gripping onto her tighter, Rhaenyra thrusted into her, Alicent’s reddening cheek turning her on so much that her fingers dug harder into her porcelain skin. Despite the almost painful grip on her hips, Alicent felt her pleasure growing stronger with each rough thrust.
She was close, and she moaned, her body craving an earth-shattering orgasm more than anything in the world.
As if she could feel her pleasure nearly tipping over, Rhaenyra wrenched her cock out of her, and Alicent cried out in frustration. She wriggled about, desperate for her wife to fill her up again, but Rhaenyra just laughed. The need to come overshadowed Alicent’s embarrassment, and she whimpered at the empty space behind her.
"I told you: you’re not coming."
Two of Rhaenyra’s fingers filled Alicent’s swollen cunt again, and she pumped them slowly, careful to avoid her clit. It was too slow, and not enough. Alicent could feel her orgasm ebbing away, and she bit her lower lip hard in frustration, wanting to cry.
Rhaenyra pulled her fingers out, replacing it with something much bigger and thicker. Alicent threw her ass back, urging her to fill her up again, but all Rhaenyra did was evade her advances. She kneaded her soft ass, while her other hand trailed the bruises she'd left on Alicent’s hips, admiring the marks she'd left, before brushing her cock up and down her wife’s soaking wet pussy.
"Please.” Alicent breathed, tingles erupting all over her skin at the contact. She was so close, and she wanted to come already, she needed it.
Slowly, Rhaenyra eased her hard cock back into her, and she gasped out in relief. When she bottomed out, Rhaenyra stayed there for a while before pulling out and pushing back in.
Alicent almost groaned aloud. The slow tempo was driving her insane.
Reaching down, she gently pressed into her clit. It still wasn't enough, but slowly and surely, she could build the pressure back up again.
A moan escaped her lips, the orgasm riding close to the edge yet again. But then, Rhaenyra’s movement stopped, and before Alicent could realise her mistake, she had wrenched her hand from underneath her.
"No." Rhaenyra growled in anger as she pulled out completely. She'd denied Alicent two orgasms so far. Alicent couldn't go much longer without one, and she trembled in need and desperation.
Rhaenyra slapped her ass once more, before flipping her over, assessing her with her cool gaze. She leaned over her, and licked the skin at her neck, sucking and kissing at it. "I told you; you're not coming. Not until you've learned how to be obedient. I guess we need to go over it again." She spat.
Alicent gasped as she felt Rhaenyra’s teeth sinking into her skin. She closed her eyes, but they popped back open as Rhaenyra pulled her up. Turning, she sat on the desk, and draped Alicent’s shaking body over her lap. All Alicent could do was wait.
Legs trembling, she went to cross them to stop more of her wetness from leaking out, but Rhaenyra hand in between her thighs prevented her from hiding her dripping cunt from her wife’s watchful eyes.
It wasn’t hard to tell what Rhaenyra planned on doing.
A second later, Rhaenyra’s hand flew down, striking her ass. Crying out, Alicent reached behind her to cover her stinging cheek, but Rhaenyra pushed her hand away immediately.
"Stop that.” She barked, before another smack came raining down on Alicent’s ass.
"Ten spanks for disobedience, that was one and two. Start counting."
Sobbing out loud, Alicent jerked each time her wife’s hand came down, gasping out the numbers like they were pleas to the devil. Her ass felt like it was on fire, and she knew it probably resembled a tomato by now.
"Seven"
Smack.
"Eight"
Smack.
"Ni--"
A sudden, searing pain spread from her core, causing her to cry out gutturally. Tears flowing freely from her face, she pressed a hand on her mouth, to not shout out in pain. She could take it, she didn’t need to use the safeword. She could take anything her wife gave her—she wanted to take everything she offered. Rhaenyra’s hand caressed her cunt gently after the slap, but the agony still coursed through her body. Her cunt, however, had recovered from the shock, and was now dripping even more freely.
Fuck, Alicent didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on before.
She needed to come. She needed to come. She needed to come.
She shook her head, willing the tears to go away.
"Darling, don't forget yourself.” Rhaenyra warned, leaning down so that her hot breath tickled her ear. Her caresses were still gentle, but Alicent could've sworn they'd tightened as a warning. The fact that she was punishing her.
So, with a deep breath, Alicent continued with a shaky breath. "Ni— nine"
"Good girl.” Rhaenyra purred as she landed her last slap. Thankfully, it had landed on her ass, and not her cunt again. And despite her bruised ass, Alicent smiled at the compliment. She loved being a good girl for Rhaenyra.
"Now, have you learned your lesson?"
"Y—yes."
"Will you behave now?"
Alicent nodded.
"Does that mean you’re my good girl?"
She opened her mouth to reply automatically, but then paused. Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut before replying in a small voice. "I don't know. Am I your good girl?"
For a moment, Rhaenyra was silent. Starting to panic, Alicent opened her mouth to say something else, until her wife’s soft voice stopped her.
"Yes, my love, you are.”
With that, Rhaenyra turned her around and threw her atop the desk. Looking up at her with big, tearful eyes, Alicent watched Rhaenyra’s jaw slacken at the sight of her disheveled state – a reverent, adoring look in her eyes. Lining herself up, Rhaenyra rammed her cock inside Alicent as her thumb found her clit.
Alicent gasped out of pure pleasure. All the denied orgasms, the punishing, the painful yet arousing spanking, paired with Rhaenyra’s thumb and index now pinching her clit were entirely way too much for her. With a cry, the wave sloshed over, and the orgasm swept over her like a tsunami. White-hot pleasure blinded her, making her cry out. Shouting Rhaenyra’s name out, Alicent reached up, holding onto the back of her neck, pulling her towards her. She felt like she was dying a delicious, glorious death. It was heaven and hell at the same time, and she didn't know what to do with herself.
Her body jerked, overwhelmed by it all, so she took it out on the woman who was still inside her. She bit her shoulder until she faintly tasted the coppery twang of blood. Raking her long nails down Rhaenyra’s back, her cunt pulsated wildly around Rhaenyra’s cock while she groaned, her sounds muffled by the shoulder around her mouth. Rhaenyra groaned in her ear at the feeling of her nails digging deep into her skin, which only made Alicent clench down harder. Finally, after what felt like forever, she calmed down, but Rhaenyra still continued plunging in and out of her, chasing her own orgasm. Her fingers were still pressed against her sensitive clit. All too soon, barely before the sensations from her last orgasm had passed, Alicent could feel the pleasure building again.
"Wait." She gasped, letting go of Rhaenyra’s shoulder.
It was too soon. She was still recovering from the orgasm, but Rhaenyra wouldn't hear it. Alicent knew what to say if she really wanted her to stop. Grabbing her wife’s thighs, Rhaenyra pressed them together and swung them over her shoulder, thrusting in at an even deeper angle that made Alicent’s cunt that much tighter. She groaned at the feel of Alicent clenching and spasming around her, and started going even harder.
Rhaenyra was close now, Alicent could tell by the way her thrusts became erratic. Suddenly, she fell over the edge again, her orgasm cresting so suddenly, she hadn't even noticed it creeping up on her.
She screamed Rhaenyra’s name, again, over and over, barely aware of Rhaenyra panting and moaning quietly, and then finally finishing inside her. Rhaenyra leaned in, catching her lips and finally kissing as her cock throbbed and she emptied herself inside Alicent’s pulsating cunt.
They laid there on the desk, a messy tangle of limbs, boneless as they continued to kiss. Finally, her cock started to soften and slipped out, and with it, a steady stream of her cum. Rhaenyra detached herself from Alicent and glanced down at her wife’s swollen cunt, and with a salacious smirk, pushed the cum back inside with her fingers.
Struggling to catch her breath, Alicent eyed her, golden from the late-afternoon sun shining in through the large windows. She was exhausted and couldn't move, twitching occasionally, so Rhaenyra peeled her off the desk and set her gently on her lap after settling down in her chair herself.
Curling into a fetal position, Alicent winced as she shifted, her ass still on fire from the spanking. Rhaenyra didn't miss her grimace of discomfort, and worry quickly wiped the satisfied smirk off her face.
"Are you alright, my love? I didn’t get carried away, did I? Wasn’t too rough?"
Alicent cupped her wife’s cheek and looked her in the face, now contorted with distress.
"No, you’re okay. It was perfect, don't worry."
Rhaenyra pushed her back to look at her wife more closely, to see if she was lying. "Darling, I'm serious. Does it hurt too much? Wait a second, I have some ointment in my drawer.” Reaching over, she opened her drawer and pulled out a tub.
"I’m fine.” Alicent giggled fondly. “Seriously. You know I would've used my safeword if it was too much."
Rhaenyra’s concerned eyes showed her that she still wasn't convinced, and Alicent’s heart sped up at the worry in them. God, she loved her so much. Cupping her face with both hands this time, she made Rhaenyra look up at her and leaned in to kiss her softly.
"I'm okay, really. I loved every second of it."
Rhaenyra sighed, finally relenting, before pulling her back into her arms. While she squeezed some of the ointment in her hand, she motioned for Alicent to shift slightly so she could rub it on her angry red cheeks. Alicent kissed her on the corner of her mouth, before moving in her arms. She lifted off slightly from her lap, but winced when she saw the wet patch on Rhaenyra’s trousers. The dark fabric was now stained from the cum that was still dripping out of Alicent’s cunt.
"Sorry about your trousers."
Rhaenyra shrugged and turned to tending her ass, but Alicent could've sworn she saw a look of pride on her wife’s face. Sighing, Alicent turned in her arms, so that Rhaenyra faced her bruised ass. This time, instead of a harsh smack, all Alicent felt were her wife’s warm hands gently rubbing in the ointment. She breathed out at the feel of the cool medicine. If she was lucky, she'd be able to sit normally again in two days, although she doubted it. A peaceful silence stretched between them, and Alicent was about to ask Rhaenyra about her long forgotten lunch, when her wife’s voice beat her to it.
"Where were you today?"
At Rhaenyra’s dejected tone, Alicent turned her head, suddenly feeling bad all over again, but this time, because she knew she had seriously worried Rhaenyra with her absence. "I told you, I lost track of time. I'm sorry."
Rhaenyra sighed and turned her body completely, so that she was facing her again.
"I was worried, Alicent. You’re never late so I thought something awful might’ve happened to you. I called you so many times, and you didn't pick up, didn’t even message back explaining why. For hours, nothing but images of you in the worst situations kept running through my head." Rhaenyra sighed again, screwing the lid back onto the tub. "I was so angry with you, for just showing up like you hadn't disappeared for the entire afternoon. Please, don't do that again. Next time, let me know if you're running late." Guilt crept through Alicent, and she hugged Rhaenyra, pulling her close. Rhaenyra buried her face in her hair and breathed in deeply, letting the smell of her shampoo fill her senses. "I thought something bad happened." She whispered.
"I'm sorry, baby, it won't happen again. I was going to call you on the way, but then my phone died. Then I didn't want to go back up and waste even more time using the landline, and then the traffic was awful so it took longer than usual to get here." Alicent caressed the side of Rhaenyra’s face, tracing the worry lines on her forehead with a light finger, until Rhaenyra relaxed and settled under her touch. "But I spent the morning doing my nails. Look," She showed Rhaenyra her hand and wriggled her fingers. "Your favourite colour."
Rhaenyra chuckled fondly, a sound that filled Alicent with so much love. Rhaenyra took her wife’s hand in hers and kissed it. "Beautiful." She whispered, but when Alicent lifted her gaze from her new manicure, she saw Rhaenyra was staring right at her, not her hands.
Blushing, Alicent smiled happily. "So, what about your lunch?"
Rhaenyra’s gaze focused on the paper bag idly sitting on the floor, then glanced at the clock above the door with a bemused grin. "Well, since it's quarter to five, how about I get off work early, so we can go to that new restaurant downtown you've been dying to try? I'll leave the mashed potatoes and ribs in the fridge in the breakroom for lunch tomorrow, seeing as I clearly cannot trust you to bring me food, and not get distracted by manicures."
"Hey." Alicent was going to playfully slap her wife’s shoulder, but Rhaenyra held her wrist before she could make contact and she leaned in to plant a wet kiss on Alicent’s lips.
"Careful, darling. Haven't you gotten your fill of punishment for one day?"
Biting her lower lip, Alicent looked up at her through her long eyelashes.
"Hm, I think so. But I might forget and need some reminding tomorrow." She told Rhaenyra with a playful grin on her lips that made Rhaenyra chuckle and shake her head.
“I love you.” Rhaenyra said, giving her another gentle peck on the lips.
“Not as much as I love you.”