168. Chapter 168

It’s been nearly two hours and Maggie still won’t let her cum.

Every time Alex begs – which is against the rules they agreed on – she has to choose a card.

Every time Alex screams – also against their rules for the evening – she has to choose a card.

And Alex hasn’t, tonight, been the best at following rules.

So, according to the scrawl in her own handwriting on the first card she chose – the first time she screamed because Maggie had slipped inside her in one swift, hard motion – she wasn’t allowed to cum until Maggie said so.

She begged, next, because Maggie’s fingers were buried deep inside her but she wouldn’t put her palm on Alex’s clit. The card she chose then was, again in her own handwriting, an order that she bend over for Maggie so she could smack her ass until it was red, until she was dripping down her thighs, but she wasn’t allowed to make a sound, and she wasn’t allowed to bring her hands around to touch her clit.

Maggie asked her color, then, and Alex was green, green, green, so Maggie took pity on her and helped her out, tying a gag around her mouth so she wouldn’t be quite so tempted to scream.

But when Maggie’s hand came down for the first time, she screamed anyway, and the next card she drew had Maggie kissing her, asking her if she’d be okay for a moment, had Alex gasping, nodding, yes, yes, yes, because the card she’d written earlier was instructing her to let Maggie melt ice on her clit, and yes, yes, yes she’d be okay while Maggie went to grab some.

They went on like this longer than Alex could keep track of, Maggie checking at each step of the way, Alex begging for more at each step of the way, until finally, Alex is on all fours, wrists and ankles tied down, and her ass is red from Maggie’s palm and her glasses are all she’s wearing while Maggie is fully clothed and fucking her, fucking her, fucking her harder than she’s ever known she was allowed to ask for, and she’s screaming and writhing in protest when Maggie suddenly stops because Maggie gets to control when she cums and Alex loves it and Alex is wrecked and Alex is floating and Alex can’t tell when she stops being able to breathe, stops being able to process, stops being able to answer when Maggie asks for her color, because all she wants is more, more, more.

But Maggie can tell, and Maggie knows her girl has slipped into subspace, knows her girl is flying in an ecstasy she never knew possible, and Maggie’s happy, and Maggie’s proud, but Maggie knows that Alex needs to come down because she’s experiencing such an intense high that her lips can no longer make words and her body can no longer register pain and god Maggie loves fucking her like this, but another time, another time, another time.

“Ally,” she says as she slows her thrusts, with an authoritative edge at first, so the contrast doesn’t jar Alex, so the transition out of subspace, out of ecstasy, doesn’t hurt her, doesn’t scare her.

“Ally, you did such a good job for me, babygirl. You’re such a good girl for me, you know that?” she asks, her voice gentler now, her voice easing out of their scene, now.

Alex whines inarticulately and rocks her ass back into Maggie’s strap on, and Maggie moans softly and pulls back slightly, slightly, slowly.

“You did a great job for me, Ally, but it’s time to come back now. You wanna be a good girl and come back for me?”

Alex sighs heavily as Maggie slips out of her slowly, slowly, gently, and Alex starts sinking down from her knees to her stomach.

“There’s my girl,” Maggie whispers, and she kisses her way up Alex’s spine, kissing a path up to her wrists and back down to her ankles, unlocking the cuffs and kissing the faint pink marks they’d left.

“How you doing, babe?” she asks as she pulls Alex’s slightly shivering body into hers, as she pulls the covers over them both and warms Alex with her arms, with her blanket, with her butterfly kisses on her face.

“Hey Mags,” Alex breathes, and Maggie smiles, and Alex returns it wearily. “I really liked that. We can do it again?”

“Whenever you want, babe,” Maggie kisses her gently, and Alex swoons softly.

“You liked?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m soaked through my jeans, so uh… yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Alex smiles and cuddles closer into Maggie’s body, breathing deep and breathing in everything that is her girlfriend.

“Good.”

“Alex?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Maggie. I love you, too.”