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It wasn’t that Angela was exactly afraid to tell her girlfriend about her fantasies; they’d never been shy about their likes and dislikes in the bedroom.

However, she didn’t exactly know how she’d react to finding out her girlfriend wanted to be fully used by her, dominated, hurt, controlled…

Which is why she was using her time wisely. Amélie had gone out for an hour, an impromptu dance recital, and Angela had wasted no time in running up to their shared bedroom and pulling out her laptop.

She knew what she wanted, searching for her favourite video with expert speed as she tugged her pants down at the same time as pulling her largest dildo from under her bed.

She also knew that she wouldn’t need lube, not with how she could already feel herself dripping as the video began to play. It was a standard porn video, two women, a bed, a few toys… except one of them was clearly in charge, throwing the other around, biting hard enough to draw blood, choking, spitting… Angela's head was spinning as she imagined her own girlfriend doing the very same things to her.

Not even attempting to ease herself into it, she slammed the toy into herself harder than was probably good for her, unable to hide the high pitched moan that escaped her.

Placing her laptop on her stomach, she brought her other hand to her neck, scratching lightly before applying a small amount of pressure, not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to restrict her breathing somewhat.

Pulling the dildo all the way out, she pushed it back inside with vigour, repeating the process until she was writhing against the sheets, tightening her grip around her throat and struggling to draw in air. Her ears were ringing, and she couldn’t focus on much other than the fact that she was already close to cumming, only minutes in. Reluctantly, she let go of herself to bring her hand to her clit, drawing tight circles repeatedly as she never once slowed down in the way she was harshly fucking herself.

She didn’t even realise that a scream was being forced out of her throat, fragmented and broken as she slammed into herself repeatedly, tears beginning to fall down her face as she neared her orgasm.

Turning her head to bite the pillow next to her in an attempt to muffle some noise, she couldn’t stop the way her hips bucked upwards into her own hands. and suddenly, she was going to cum, her body felt like it was lit ablaze as she gasped for breath-

‘Angela?’

Fuck. she stopped, immediately pulling out of herself and forcing herself to remove her fingers from her pulsating clit as she paused the video rapidly.

‘What are you-‘

She never often heard Amélie confused, but now was one of those rare moments. She couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes, so she squeezed them tightly shut. She barely registered amélie sitting next to her; head still swimming with how close she was to cumming.

She felt a gentle hand brush hair out of her face, before she heard her speak again.

‘Your neck is red.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Oh.’

She then felt her laptop be lifted off her lap, and she cracked her eyes open slightly to see Amélie looking at the screen with wide eyes.

‘Do you like this?’ the frenchwoman asked, and she couldn’t tell what tone was seeping through her voice. It wasn't disgust or fear, but something that Angela couldn’t quite decipher at the moment. She remembered that she was still laying there, void of anything on her bottom half, leaking onto the sheets below her whilst her girlfriend sat next to her, fully dressed and composed.

‘I'm sorry.’ she stammered, turning her head away and feeling her eyes burning with tears, now for an entirely different reason.

‘Mm,’ Amélie hummed beside her, gently climbing so that she was straddling her waist, ‘it seemed like you were just about to finish, amour.’

Angela nodded slowly, wiping her eyes and trying her hardest not to buck her hips upwards to get some sort of friction.

And then, before she could even register what was happening, a hand that certainly wasn’t her own was wrapping around her throat, applying a light amount of pressure, and she gasped audibly, brain short circuiting at the feeling as she stared at Amélie in awe.

‘Good?’ she questioned, alongside a smirk and raised eyebrow, only tightening her hold when Angela nodded as eagerly as she could manage.

It was then that she realised she was most likely staining Amélie's leotard with how soaked she was, but she didn’t seem to care with the way she ground down against her, Angela's clit catching against the soft material.

She yelped at the contact, still extremely sensitive as she moved her hands to Amélie's waist, attempting to keep her there.

‘Do I need to tie your hands, hm?’

She shook her head, through her eyes shined at the prospect.

‘Words, honey.’ the ever so confident frenchwoman stated nonchalantly as she placed her other hand on the neck of the blonde, using it for leverage as she ground down harder against her.

Swallowing a moan, Angela forced out a quiet ‘no,’ removing her hands from her waist and placing them randomly beside her, still not quite able to believe this was real.

She wanted to complain when hands were removed from her neck, but she found that the only thing she could manage was a deep intake of breath before said hands were replaced with Amélie’s mouth, teeth pulling at the sensitive skin, and Angela wondered if she knew that she wouldn’t mind if she bit slightly harder.

’Bitte, Amélie, härter’ she begged, unable to think of any English words and praying silently that her lover would understand.

It seemed as though she did, however, as she bit down hard into her neck, causing Angela to groan at the pleasurable pain, gripping the sheets to stop her hands from moving of their own accord. She felt her tongue soothing over the marks gently, and she knew there must have been some level of blood drawn.

Her thoughts were confirmed when Amélie sat up to look at her, lips tinted slightly red as she brushed them over Angela's own.

‘Sorry.’ she grinned, and Angela knew there was no sincerity to the apology, not that she minded.

‘Amélie,’ she breathed out, heart pounding in her chest as her hips twitched upwards of their own accord. ‘please.’

‘Be patient.’ the aforementioned woman breathed out, stilling her movements to completely cut off any source of pleasure for the blonde. ‘You know,’ she began again, reaching to the side to get something that Angela couldn’t quite see. ‘You are right in saying that I do not need to tie your hands.’

She held up a tie in front of Angela, who simply stared in awe. The tie was one that Amélie had worn only once before to a night out, and Angela had, in fact, already imagined various scenarios involving said item.

‘Though maybe you would enjoy it, hm?’

Angela opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out instead of an airy moan as her girlfriend began moving her hips again.

Amélie laughed cruelly, ‘Put your hands above your head.’

She nodded, following the instruction and crossing her wrists over as the Frenchwoman tied them to the headboard with the tie, taking the opportunity to kiss Angela deeply as she continued grinding down on her.

‘Good girl.’ She whispered against her lips, and Angela fought against the restraints in unconscious response.

‘Do you have a particular fondness for this shirt, ma chérie?’

Angela shook her head, and within a second it was being torn down the middle by surprisingly strong arms.

Luckily, she wasn’t wearing a bra as Amélie drank in hungrily the sight of her bare chest, leaning down to start a trail of kisses down her neck once more as she bit and sucked in a different spot.

Meanwhile, Angela writhed under her, trying to get her to start moving against her again as she had stopped, and Amélie only bit her harder for it before moving down to her chest, continuing the violent assault of her teeth and tongue on her breasts, purposefully avoiding her nipples to deny her pleasure even further.

‘Bitte, bitte…’ She begged, bucking her hips uselessly and Amélie tutted down at her, lifting her head to whisper a phrase that had Angela wondering if she would cum without even being touched.

‘Do not be such a slut, mon amour. You will get what you need if you behave for me.’

She must’ve realised the effects that her word had on the desperate woman under her as she took pity on her, wrapping her lips around her left nipple and nibbling softly before sucking harshly in contrast.

‘Oh…’ Angela breathed out, fighting against the restraints on her wrists, head swimming once more at the small relief to her desperation.

She continued as she trailed one hand up Angela’s side, stopping at her bruised neck and once again wrapping her hand around it, slightly harder this time.

Angela gasped out her pleasure, throwing her head back and whimpering in need as Amélie released her nipple, leaning up from where she was still sitting on her waist to look down at her.

‘Pitiful.’ She stated, spitting on to her breasts as Angela moaned at the degradation. ‘You are so desperate for me, salope.’ She continued as she observed the mess she had made of her normally pristine girlfriend.

‘Mine.’ She practically growled, raking her nails down her chest. ‘Mine, fucking mine. Tell me, Angela, who do you belong to?’

‘Y-You.’ She stammered over her words, still unable to fully believe that this was real.

To her surprise, she felt a cold hand reach down and slap her pussy as she yelped out at the pleasure-laced pain, blushing furiously as she felt warmth pool in her stomach, arousal growing impossibly.

‘Good, hm?’ She asked, to which she received no answer as Angela was lost in her thoughts as she tried hard to grind on the hand that had just hit her.

For this, she got another slap, and she cried out louder.

‘Answer me.’

‘Yes.’ She gasped, voice quiet as she attempted to form some sort of coherent vocabulary. ‘God, yes.’ She tipped her head back and arched her back, close to tears once again, desperation taking over her.

‘Poor thing…’ She said, voice dripping with faux sympathy as she ran her middle finger up her slit, gathering her abundant wetness on her finger but avoiding her clit strategically.

Angela whimpered in desire as she watched her, before she lifted that same hand up her body to her mouth, giving her no chance to think before she pushed it past her lips, finger fucking her mouth at a harsh pace.

She closed her eyes in pleasure, body feeling on fire as she allowed her to push her fingers harder and deeper, moaning around them as she drooled down her chin, making Amélie’s pupils darken further.

Angela tried to secretly rub her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure, which did not go unnoticed as Amélie pulled on her hair harshly, bringing her fingers from her mouth.

‘Dirty whore… I told you to behave.’

Angela was about to mutter some apology before her hands were being untied and she was being dragged to her knees on the floor by her hair as Amélie walked off to get something.

Angela kneeled there, feeling exposed and vulnerable, naked, soaked and degraded on the floor, neck and chest covered in bruises and a mix of their spit, thighs and pussy dripping with her cum and cheeks tear stained.

And it was exactly what she wanted.

‘Now,’ She heard that thick accent as she walked over to her, voice full of lust and need as Angela looked up at her, breath catching in her throat.

She was wearing their strap on harness, hooked to it was that same dildo that Angela had been using before she had been caught, still covered in her cum as she leant down before her. ‘If it is too much, tap my thigh.’

She kissed her forehead sweetly, contrasting to the harsh, rough treatment of a few minutes ago, though it was greatly appreciated by the blonde.

‘But it won’t be. I trust you will be good for me, pet.’ She fell back into character as she stood back up, tapping the tip of the fake cock on Angela’s lips.

Sighing in anticipation, she parted them willingly before feeling the dildo slide past her lips. Whilst they’d done this once before, it was experimental, gentle and she had only gone as far as putting the tip in her mouth. Now, however, it was clear that she wanted to test her limits as she tangled both of her hands in her hair.

Pushing her head further on to the cock, she breathed out as she watched it disappear into her girlfriend's mouth, starting slowly.

Though, she soon pulled out, watching spit drip from Angela’s open mouth as she breathed heavily, almost panting for air.

‘Oh, baby.’ She tutted, ‘we’ve only just begun.’

Suddenly, she slammed back into her throat, holding the back of her head and pushing in and out harshly as Angela gagged around her, though she ignored it, practically using her like a sex toy as she looked down on her.

‘Bonne salope.’ She praised, pleasure radiating from her core at the combination of using Angela in this way and the way that the strap on harness was pressing against her clit through her, now considerably wetter, leotard.

Angela opened her eyes, glazed over with lust as she looked up at her, drooling with tears streaming down her face as she made no attempt to stop the relentless gestures.

Though it hurt, and she wasn’t used to it, the feeling of pleasure from being used was more than enough to overshadow all of that; in her mind, she was being used as nothing more than a toy for Amélie’s pleasure.

Soon enough, she was being pulled off of the toy by her hair, coughing as she breathed deeply, chest aching with a pleasurable burn as she gasped for breath when she was pulled up to face Amélie.

She wiped her cheeks with the pads of her thumb before she started lightly tapping her hand on the side of her face, a somewhat threatening act that made Angela wonder what she had planned for her next, before she was pushed against the wall.

She could feel Amélie’s breath against her ear as she nibbled on it, and she pushed back on to her where she was still wearing the strap on, feeling it brush against her ass and slip across her soaked folds.

She moaned out, feeling like she could easily cum from a single touch, before her face was pressed roughly against the wall, turning it to the side so that she could still breathe.

‘I’m going to make you scream. Muffle any noises, and I will know.’

Angela nodded as best as she could, heat radiating throughout her body as she was, once again, pushed roughly, this time onto the bed, where she laid with her hands above her head, legs spread as she watched Amélie stalk her like a hunter watching its prey, waiting to strike.

And strike she did.

She was on top of Angela before she could question it, lining up the fake cock with her entrance and slamming in all within around two seconds, and Angela’s mouth fell open as she was finally, finally, filled.

‘You are so wet, amour.’ Amélie commented, dipping her head into the crook of Angela’s neck to suck and bite some more as she stayed still inside of her.

‘Amélie… Amélie.’ She moaned out, unable to form any thoughts other than the name of her lover as she begged her to move, to fuck her, to do something to relieve the aching desperation that had been building since she had first opened her laptop.

A sharp pain hit her face which went straight to her core as she realised that Amélie had slapped her once more, though harder this time, in reaction to her begging.

‘I will move when I want.’

Angela nodded, apology turning into a noise somewhere between a moan and a scream as she took pity on her, pulling out and slamming back into her roughly, then again, and then starting up a rough pace, placing one hand on Angela’s neck, not enough to silent her, and the other on the pillow beside her for stability as she continued her brutal pace.

She tugged at the sleeves of her leotard, cursing the soft material as it was in the way of her scratching her back hard, though she resolved that by moving to scratch the back of her neck instead, pulling on her hair gently as she practically howled and screamed in pleasure.

She was already so close, and she presumed that Amélie could feel it with the way she was uncontrollably tightening around her, making it harder for her to continue at the same fast pace.

Bucking her hips up in time with the thrusts, her clit caught on the harness of Amélie’s strap on and she was done for.

Her lips parted in a silent scream as she thrashed wildly, hands grasping at her back and hair for purchase as she felt wave after wave of pleasure finally crash over her.

The silence suddenly turned into raw, unfiltered screams as she sobbed, experiencing what was undoubtedly the strongest orgasm of her life.

She didn’t even register liquid squirting from her pussy, causing Amélie to pull out as she continued by rubbing her clit in small circles until her screaming and thrashing had calmed down and she was no longer squirting.

She also didn’t register Amélie pulling away and taking off the toy and her leotard, walking into the bathroom to wet a flannel with warm water, then coming back to wipe at Angela’s face, chest and then thighs lovingly.

She was going to get her a glass of water, but when she returned again she found her barely clinging to consciousness, clearly trying hard not to fall asleep, and she smiled adoringly, placing a blanket over the wet patches on the bed and deciding to deal with it tomorrow.

Finally, she laid next to her spent girlfriend, allowing her to cuddle in her favourite way, which she took willingly as she dragged her body to lay on top of her, head buried in her neck and arms by her waist, breathing heavily.

‘Danke.’ She whispered, not opening her eyes or moving, half asleep.

Amélie smiled nonetheless, bringing a hand up to brush some hair from her face as she kissed the top of her head.

‘Je t’aime, Angela.’