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Day 4: breath play
Melina Vostokoff x reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, breath play, light humiliation / degradation, mommy kink, mild power exchange
Summary: Melina’s always willing to try whatever you suggest. Sometimes, she ends up really liking it.
Naive reader, but hey, it’s fine.
It started out as a simple request to shake things up in the bedroom. Not that you and Melina weren’t always adventurous.
You two used toys, regularly. You switched responsibility of who would lead. You had sex whenever and wherever you wanted. Sex wasn’t boring.
But, you wanted to try something new.
On one of you regularly scheduled girls nights, one of your friends had mentioned that she enjoyed being choked. You tried to play down your interest, but as she explained it, you couldn’t help the excitement building in you.
Melina was surprised when you brought it up, having to stop brushing her teeth to ensure you were serious. You backtracked almost immediately, but she stopped you, gently assuring you that together, you’d look into it.
Many forums, blogs, and conversations later, the two of you had finally come up with a plan.
That’s how you found yourself here: naked, on your back, clutching at Melina’s wrist as she squeezed your throat while three fingers pounded into your cunt without mercy.
“Oh kitten,” she purred, dangerous eyes glittering with amusement. “You don’t look like you want to breath too badly.”
You nodded your head as vigorously as you could, mouth slack and eyes blinking rapidly.
Melina tsked, loosening the pressure for just a moment; enough time for you to suck in a breath before constricting and forcing the air to stay in your lungs.
“Your pussy‘s soaked, little girl.” You groaned at the slur, fresh arousal slipping down your thighs. “Dirty thing gets off on being treated like she’s nothing, doesn’t she?”
Her fingers curled up, causing you to gurgle under her hand, your cry stuck.
“Gonna come for mommy, kitten? Soak mommy’s hand like a good whore?”
When her thumb reach up and brushed your clit, you were gone. Your body shook, hips moving without rhythm as you fell from your high, spilling all over her hand.
Her grip on your neck fell, fingertips dancing over your heated skin as you sucked in as much air as you could.
Melina slipped her fingers out of you and wiped them off on the sheets before kissing you sweetly. “How are you feeling, solnyshkuh?”
“Good,” you croaked with a goofy smile. “That was, really good. Thank you.”
Your girlfriend kissed you again, licking your top lip as she pulled away. “You can thank me by putting your tongue to good use,” she purred, crawling up your chest.
You were happy to oblige.