Day 15 - Mommy Kink
"You like that, don't you?" Miranda husked into her girlfriend's ear, her voice low and filled with a quiet command that sent shivers down Andrea's spine. Miranda had found her way over to Andrea's tiny apartment after a long day, her sharp gaze taking in the clutter and disarray that marked Andrea's life. She'd given her a hard time about the mess, that familiar tone of disapproval ringing in her words, but somehow, Andrea had managed to coax Miranda onto the unmade bed.
Now, the older woman hovered above her, her breath hot against Andrea's skin, her fingers buried deep inside her. "You like my fingers stretching you?" Miranda continued, her tone shifting from teasing to something darker, more possessive.
Andrea's body shook beneath Miranda's relentless touch. Miranda had three fingers inside her, thrusting in and out with a fast, relentless pace. The younger woman's pussy clenched around them, pulling them in deeper with every movement. Miranda had been surprised at how well Andrea could take it, at how her body welcomed the stretch despite the tightness that gripped her fingers.
The brunette's legs trembled, her back arching off the bed as her hips rocked helplessly against Miranda's hand. She had already come three times, her mind spinning from the intensity of it all, but Miranda wasn't stopping. She was persistent, keeping Andrea right on the edge, pushing her toward yet another orgasm.
"Please, Mommy…" Andrea whined, her voice soft and breathless. It slipped out before she could stop it, the endearment tumbling from her lips in a moment of weakness. Her eyes widened in panic the second she realized what she'd said, her body tensing as she braced herself for Miranda's reaction.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Andrea's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for the inevitable—some sharp rebuke, or perhaps the cool dismissal Miranda was so skilled at. After all, Miranda Priestly wasn't one to indulge in such peculiarities, not if Kate Upton or some diet conscious celebrity didn't start as some fad first.
The silence stretched between them, thick with tension and uncertainty.
But then, something shifted.
Miranda's fingers didn't still inside her. In fact, they pressed deeper, curling in a way that made Andrea's breath catch in her throat. Miranda's lips, which had been so close to Andrea's ear, curled into a slow, deliberate smile. She leaned in, her breath hot against Andrea's flushed skin as she whispered, "Oh, darling… I didn't know you wanted Mommy."
Andrea's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing as the words washed over her. The surprise that had gripped her moments before melted into something entirely different—something that sent a shiver of arousal coursing through her veins. Miranda's tone wasn't angry, wasn't disapproving. It was teasing, dark, filled with a kind of satisfaction that Andrea had never heard before.
Miranda's fingers moved again, her hand setting a slow, deliberate rhythm as she thrust in and out of Andrea with an almost lazy pace. "You've been such a good girl for me," Miranda purred, her voice thick with amusement. "And now you're calling me 'Mommy'? How sweet."
Andrea's cheeks flushed with heat, her body trembling beneath Miranda's touch. She hadn't meant to say it—hadn't even realized the word was bubbling up inside her. But now that it was out in the open, she couldn't deny the thrill it sent through her, the way her entire body reacted to Miranda's low, commanding tone.
"I-I didn't mean to—" Andrea stammered, her breath hitching as Miranda's fingers pressed against a sensitive spot deep inside her.
"Oh, but you did," the older woman cut in smoothly, her voice a soft, sensual purr. "It just slipped out, didn't it? All those pretty little orgasms have you so far gone that you don't even know what you're saying, do you?"
Andrea whimpered, her entire body trembling beneath the weight of Miranda's words. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the embarrassment mixing with the raw desire that coursed through her veins. Her mind was foggy, clouded with the overwhelming pleasure that Miranda had already wrung out of her, and now, with Miranda's fingers still deep inside her, the teasing, the power in her voice, was only making it worse.
"I—" Andrea tried to speak, but her voice was barely more than a breathless whisper. "I didn't mean to…"
Miranda chuckled softly, a rich, throaty sound that made Andrea's stomach twist with want. "I think you meant every word, darling," Miranda murmured, her fingers curling inside her, pressing against that perfect spot that had the brunette seeing stars. "And it's such a pretty sound coming from your lips. 'Mommy.'"
Andrea gasped, her back arching off the bed as Miranda's touch drove her closer to the edge again, the heat between them intensifying with every passing second. She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop the way her body responded to Miranda's teasing words, the way the title seemed to slip effortlessly into the space between them.
"You like this, don't you?" Miranda continued, her voice growing darker, more commanding as her fingers picked up their pace, thrusting in and out of Andrea with fast, punishing rhythm. "You like being Mommy's good girl, don't you?"
Andrea mewled, her mind spinning as she nodded weakly, her hips rocking against Miranda's hand, chasing the pleasure that built inside her with every movement. "Yes…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes, Mommy…"
The words sent a thrill through Miranda, her eyes darkening further as she watched Andrea fall apart beneath her, completely at her mercy. There was something so satisfying about seeing the younger woman like this—so vulnerable, so needy. And the fact that Andrea was calling her Mommy only fueled that fire inside her.
"That's my good girl," Miranda purred, her free hand sliding up Andrea's body, gently cupping her breast as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Andrea's ear. "You're going to come for me again, aren't you?"
The younger woman's breath hitched, her entire body trembling beneath the other woman's expert touch. The way Miranda spoke, her tone so dark and possessive, sent shockwaves straight to her core. She was so close to the edge.
"Yes…" she gasped, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper. "Please, Mommy…"
Miranda's lips curled into a wicked smile, her fingers curling inside Andrea's soaked heat, pressing harder against her G-spot. The pressure was building, intensifying with every movement, and it was driving Andrea mad.
"I know you want to come," Miranda murmured. Her thumb brushed over Andrea's nipple, teasing it with just enough pressure to make her arch off the bed, desperate for more. "But you don't get to unless Mommy says so."
Andrea whimpered, her hips rocking helplessly against Miranda's hand as her body chased the release that seemed just out of reach. The frustration, the teasing, the way Miranda had complete control—it was too much. Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her as she tried to hold on, tried to follow Miranda's command.
"Please…" Andrea begged, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Mommy… I need to come…"
Miranda chuckled softly, her thumb brushing over Andrea's nipple again, harder this time, making her gasp. "You're so desperate for it," she teased, her fingers still curling deliciously into that soft rough patch of skin on her inner wall. "So desperate to be Mommy's good girl."
Andrea's entire body quivered, her muscles tight with the effort of holding back, of waiting for permission. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of Miranda's fingers inside her, the teasing of her breasts, and the soft, commanding tone in her voice all pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"I am…" Andrea gasped, her voice breaking as she writhed beneath Miranda's touch. "I am your good girl… please…"
Miranda's smirk widened, her fingers pressing even deeper inside Andrea, thrusting harder now, faster into her G-spot. "Then come for me," she growled softly, her breath hot against Andrea's neck. "Come for Mommy."
That was all it took.
Andrea's body responded instantly, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm slammed into her with an intensity that stole her breath. Her hips bucked wildly against Miranda's hand, every muscle tightening as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her, leaving her completely undone. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets tighter, holding on as if she might be swept away by the force of it all.
"Mommy… oh, God, Mommy…" Andrea cried, her voice shaking with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her hips moved in desperate, erratic thrusts, riding out every pulse of pleasure as Miranda's fingers continued their relentless pace, pushing her through the aftershocks of her release.
The older woman didn't stop. She didn't let up. Her fingers kept moving, kept thrusting inside Andrea, prolonging the sensation, pushing her higher and higher until it became almost too much to bear.
"You're such a good girl," Miranda whispered, her tone low and filled with approval as she kissed the side of the younger woman's neck, her breath warm and comforting against her skin. "My good girl."
Andrea's body shuddered beneath her, her limbs going limp as the intensity of her orgasm finally began to fade. But Miranda wasn't done. Her fingers slowed but didn't leave, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until Andrea's body was trembling with overstimulation, her mind spinning in the aftermath.
"Please…" Andrea whimpered, her voice breathless and broken. "I can't… it's too much…"
Miranda smirked again, her lips brushing softly over Andrea's ear as she whispered, "Just one more, darling. One more for Mommy."
Andrea's heart raced, her body quivering as Miranda's fingers moved inside her again, more slowly this time but no less intense. The overstimulation made her gasp, her body jerking involuntarily as she tried to catch her breath.
"Please…" Andrea whimpered, her voice cracking as her mind teetered on the edge of giving in entirely, but her body responded to every touch. Miranda's control, her teasing words, and the way she knew exactly how to push Andrea to her limits had her spiraling all over again.
"Shh, darling," Miranda soothed, her thumb brushing over Andrea's swollen, sensitive clit, making her hips jerk. "Just give it to me. Be a good girl and let go."
With a sharp intake of breath, Andrea did exactly as she was told. Her second orgasm hit her almost as powerfully as the first, her entire body trembling as the pleasure washed over her in waves, Miranda's fingers never letting up. Her head spun, her muscles contracting uncontrollably as she cried out, her breath coming in shallow, gasping bursts.
This time, when Miranda finally slowed her pace, her fingers gently slipping from inside her, Andrea collapsed back against the bed, completely spent. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
Miranda, ever so careful, leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Andrea's lips, her fingers brushing gently through her hair. "You did so well," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "My perfect girl."