(+18) Mallorca part 2 - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia ruins your couple's vacation by inviting the girls to tag along with you. You decide to make her pay for it. - This time with sex 

Word count: 6.3k 

Warnings: (+18) dom/sub dynamics, power play, oral (r giving and receiving), fingering and spanking (r giving), strap (r receiving), scisorring.

 A/n: I think you'll have a better experience if you read part 1. 

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Alexia was very well behaved during dinner.

If you were feeling generous, you might think it was because she was trying to be a good girlfriend.

She was holding proper conversations with everyone (instead of being her usual grumpy self), telling the waitress your exact order, and she was even pulling the chair out for you.

A complete gentlewoman.

But you weren't naive. You weren't a fool. You knew what Alexia wanted.

You weren't planning to make her work for it. No. You were planning to (very willingly) pleasure her, give her all your attention as soon as dinner was over, and you two were back in the villa's room.

But in Alexia's mind, it seemed like she thought she had to be on her very best behaviour to earn her orgasms.

You liked her like that. Compliant. Polite. Eager. Especially after she had ruined your couple's vacation by bringing the girls along.

So you didn't say anything. You barely spared her a glance as she talked to Jana and Bruna about football things you didn't understand.

You ignored Alexia when Patri asked you about your work. You even slapped her hand away when she tried to place it on your thigh from under the table.

You didn't mind the slight pout that formed on her face as she pretended not to care.

You enjoyed how she proceeded to ask if you wanted her to fill your glass of juice. As if she wanted to please you. She grabbed the juice jar and did it without even letting you answer.

So polite!

Alexia wasn't like that. She wasn't restless. But right now, her legs were shaking, her feet tapping against the ground annoyingly, her hands idle, as if they had no purpose if they weren't touching you. Which they weren't. You didn't let her.

You caught her looking at you sometimes, as if she was ready to speak, but she didn't have the courage to let the words out.

Even the girls noticed how dizzy she seemed. How... distracted.

You wanted to be mean tonight. Not cruel, though.

You were still going to keep your promise of making Alexia come and let her strap you. But first, you wanted to have a little fun.

Bruna asked you what the hell you actually did as a lawyer, and you were suddenly very engaged in the conversation. You explained how you specialised in sports law, how you worked for the federation, taking care of all the bureaucracy.

The girls watched you with interest, but not as much interest as Alexia, who had heard you explain this probably a dozen times before, and still didn't look bored.

While you were talking, your palm fell onto Alexia's thigh, over her long dress. She froze next to you, but tried to keep her composure.

"I don't have to go to court much, no," you explained to Jana. "I do most of the research and the paperwork... I work behind the scenes."

Your hand trailed higher. Alexia was rigid under your touch.

Poor thing. You weren't even touching her skin yet (just the fabric of her dress), but you could feel her shiver; you could bet the fine hairs on her legs were standing up.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, and Alexia followed.

You pretended not to notice her steps, but when you went to close the single-stall bathroom, her hand appeared, keeping it open just enough for her to slip in.

"Amor," she whined, taking a step closer and trapping you between her body and the sink. She nuzzled her nose against your temple, her warm breath on your skin. "Let's go back to our room, sí?"

You let her kiss your neck, your body soft against hers.

"Don't be rude, Ale," you said. "We're here with your teammates, remember? The ones you invited? We need to spend time with them."

You wanted to punish her. Just a little.

"They can stay here, finish their dinner," Alexia said, hands gripping your hips and pushing you even further into the sink. "And we can go. Por favor?"

You wanted it too, so much. You were wet for her, had been since Alexia had guided your fingers into her cunt, showing you how desperate she was.

Maybe you could let yourself have a little fun. Maybe you could be a little mean.

"Get on your knees and make me come," you said bluntly. "And then I'll think about leaving dinner early."

Alexia clearly wasn't expecting it. Her mouth fell open, but it didn't take long before she helped you up onto the sink, your hands holding onto the sink as she got on her knees.

For someone who liked to be in control so much, Alexia was very keen to follow orders.

"Okay, amor," she murmured, spreading your legs open, exposing you. "Te amo, te amo," she whispered as she kissed from your calf up to your thigh.

"Hurry, Alexia," you said sternly. "Can't leave your teammates waiting."

Alexia let out a sound that could only be classified as a whine.

She pressed her face to your underwear, breathing you in, licking you through the fabric.

You were ready to tell her to hurry up again, but she was faster, quickly hooking the fabric aside with her fingers.

Your hands instinctively went to her head, tugging lightly at her hair as her tongue licked from your hole all the way to your clit. Her tongue was warm, her spit mixing with your own wetness.

She dragged her tongue over you once more before focusing on your clit. Alexia liked to taste you, to fuck you with her tongue, but she needed to be fast, and she knew it.

Her hands gripped your thighs, and you were sure they would leave marks, but you didn't care. You didn't care about anything.

Her lips latched around your clit, and you saw stars. She didn't take her mouth off you.

Not when you begged for a break. Not when your thighs closed around her head and you were sure she would suffocate from the lack of air.

She didn't stop even when someone knocked on the bathroom door five times.

She didn't stop until you came on her tongue, mumbling things neither of you could understand.

She only stopped when you pushed her hair back harshly. Alexia looked up at you with a pout.

Her face was completely wet, a mess of your orgasm all over her. Her brows were furrowed, as if she couldn't understand why you would take her meal away.

"It's enough, Alexia," you said, breathless, your cheeks flushed from the intensity of your orgasm.

"What?" she asked softly. "No good? I can be better, sí? I'll try again," she said, pulling your hand away from her hair and placing her face right back to your cunt.

"Ale—" you started, but she cut you off with her tongue, swirling around your clit again.

You wanted to come again. God, you wanted it so much. But you knew it would send you into a completely different head space, one you wanted Alexia to be in, not you.

You yanked her hair, hard enough to make it hurt on purpose.

She whimpered as you pulled her face from between your legs, your grip firm, not releasing her even as her eyes filled with tears.

"What did I tell you?" you asked slowly, dangerously calm.

Alexia stayed silent, staring at you like the words were stuck in her throat.

She looked so conflicted, so needy... it made you want to take her back to the room, make her come, kiss her until she was wet and ready for you again.

You wanted to spoil her. But she wasn't helping herself. And you weren't one to reward bad behaviour.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You." You leaned down until your face was inches from hers, her eyes never leaving you, as if she were bewitched.

"Yo-you said it was enough," she whispered.

"So why did you put your mouth on me again, if I said it was enough?"

"I-I don't know," she stammered, eyes looking around the bathroom as if searching for an answer. "Perdón... I-I'm confused."

She really looked confused... like a lost puppy.

"Then you better get your mind right," you said. "Do you understand me? Or else you go to sleep with your cunt wet and needy, and I won't give you anything."

"P-pardon..." she whimpered, tears falling down her cheek.

You cupped the back of her head, pulling her face closer. You stuck your tongue out and licked her tears.

She froze, solid on the bathroom floor.

You moved your mouth to her ear. "Your tears are so sweet, preciosa. Makes me think your pussy must be just as sweet. You wouldn't deny me my pussy, right?"

Alexia shook her head, eyes wide.

"Good," you said condescendingly, patting her cheek. "So you're going to behave and do what I say?"

Another eager nod.

"Perfecta." You kissed her lips softly. "Can you remind me of your colours, Ale?"

It took her a moment to understand. For someone who captained club and country, Alexia could be surprisingly slow when she was feeling subby.

"Red, yellow, and green," she recited slowly, as if remembering was hard.

You kissed her again. "And can you tell me your colour now?"

"Green," she said, quicker this time.

"Great." You kissed her nose.

You slid off the sink, trying to steady yourself while Alexia stayed kneeling. You washed your hands, then leaned over, tugging her hair so she had to look up at you.

"I'm going back to dinner. You pull yourself together and join us, sí?"

Alexia nodded.

"Words, Alexia," you said.

"Sí, sí," she replied quickly. "I'm going."

"Muy bien, preciosa," you said, kissing her forehead before quickly fixing her messy hair. "Don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you."

You walked back to the table, leaving Alexia behind in the bathroom. You took a deep breath, trying to look like someone who hadn't just came in a restaurant bathroom.

You were good at acting, so the girls didn't say anything when you sat down, probably because the food had already arrived.

Five minutes later, Alexia sat on the chair next to you.

She, on the other hand, didn't have the same skill. Her eyes were distant, her mind clearly somewhere else. They were still a little red from tears, but to anyone who didn't know her, it could easily be mistaken for allergies.

The girls were chatting with each other. You chimed in here and there, between bites.

Alexia stayed quiet. Different from before, she wasn't ignoring anyone on purpose; she just... wasn't there.

You didn't want her mind drifting. Not when she was surrounded by people. Her foggy, submissive head space was for your eyes, and your eyes only.

You watched her eat very slowly. You placed a hand on her thigh, the same spot as before, your thumb brushing her skin above the fabric of the dress.

You were trying to bring her back, to keep her with you.

She looked at you, surprise on her face. She hesitated, but then she placed her hand over yours.

You felt her warm, slightly sweaty hand trembling, so you wrapped your fingers around hers, grounding her there for a few minutes.

You glanced at the girls, still pretty much engrossed in Bruna's phone screen. They wouldn't mind you two now.

You carefully leaned your head against Alexia's shoulder, kissing the spot where her neck met her clavicle.

You kissed her skin softly. It was a sweet kiss, not teasing, but Alexia still shivered.

"You're being very good to me, mi amor," you murmured, keeping your eyes down, not looking at her, focusing on your intertwined hands. "Gonna do everything I promised you, sí?"

"S-sí," Alexia answered, her voice in that small tone that told you everything you needed to know. She was exactly where you wanted her.

"Do you wanna go now?" you asked, placing another kiss. "Or do you want dessert?"

She thought for a second. "I don't want it, b-but... you said you wanted to eat the cheesecake."

You looked up at her and smiled. Such a good girl she was. "You just want to see me happy, huh?"

She nodded. "Muy happy."

"I think..." your fingertip traced up and down her arm, "that I'm craving something else, preciosa. I think you are, too."

"Sí," Alexia said, almost out of breath. The words were caught in her throat as your hand slipped under her dress. "A-amor... qué? oh—"

You touched her through her underwear. Poor Alexia was soaked, the wet spot obvious even without you having to look at it.

"Oh, my baby," you said, faking empathy. "Eating me out made you this wet?"

Your voice was low enough that no one else could hear. The girls were too caught up in whatever Bruna was showing them.

But still, Alexia's eyes looked around nervously between the girls and the rest of the restaurant.

"Talk to me, Alexia," you said, your tone dry.

"Sí, amor," she whispered, a pout forming on her face. "I want you so much."

Without warning, you pushed her underwear aside and sank two fingers into her cunt.

Her mouth immediately formed an 'O' before she snapped it shut, trying not to make a sound. to keep herself together.

Her hand gripped the chair, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

"I love you, mi amor," you murmured against her neck. "So much."

"Te amo," she said, though it sounded like she was just repeating whatever you said.

You thrust your fingers a few times, just enough to feel her tightness and wetness around you, to feel her clenching.

When you noticed her body starting to tremble with need, you withdrew your fingers, taking her underwear with you.

She looked at you with wide eyes as you leaned slightly to slip the panties down her legs and into your purse.

"You won't need those when we get back to the hotel," you said with a calm smile, as if you were just talking about the weather.

She only nodded, still breathing unevenly.

The waitress came for the payment, and the girls finally looked up from the phone. Patri and Jana were talking about how to split the bill, but Alexia suddenly placed her black credit card on the table.

"Here. J-just put everything on this," she said.

"No, Ale, it's oka—" Bruna began, but Alexia interrupted her.

"No," she said, already standing and moving behind your chair, pulling it out for you.

She grabbed your hand (her palm was clammy) and started tugging you toward the exit of the restaurant.

"You niñas use the card to pay for the meal and... go do something. Anything," she said, her voice rising slightly as the two of you walked away. "Get ice cream or- I don't know.... It's on me!"

The girls just stared, confused. You, on the other hand, just chuckled. You loved desperate Alexia. It made you want to devour her.

And you did.

When you reached the villa's room, the poor girl didn't know what to do with herself.

She closed the door and immediately turned to you, big, eager eyes waiting for orders.

Slowly, you walked to the bed and sat on the edge. You curled your finger, calling her closer, and she obeyed.

"Do you wanna get on your knees, preciosa?"

Alexia nodded, kneeling for the second time today at your feet.

You cupped her jaw, taking a moment to admire the beautiful colour of her eyes, the shape of her nose, and the shape of her mouth.

"Mi niña bonita," you murmured, turning her jaw slightly, as if inspecting something valuable. She let you do whatever you wanted.

"Can you tell me what you want to do tonight? Or do you want me to decide everything for you?" you asked gently.

She was so far gone, you already knew the answer.

"Want you to think about everything," she said, her eyes locked on yours.

"Okay, Ale," you said. Your thumb pressed her chin, opening her mouth.

You leaned forward and spit directly onto her tongue. She stayed like that for a moment, mouth open.

"You can swallow, bebé," you said.

She did.

"Do I taste good?"

"S-sí," she said, nodding almost desperately. "Very good."

"Then why don't you eat me out again? If I taste that good."

Her eyes looked up at you, then her gaze dropped to your thighs. You parted your legs and lifted your dress, showing yourself to her.

"Take my underwear off," you told her.

With shaky fingers, she slid them down. She stared at your cunt like she hadn't just had a meal.

As soon as Alexia licked you, it was like the bathroom all over again. She was desperate, but you weren't sure exactly why.

Did she just want to taste you? Did she want to be good? Or the two weeks without having sex turned her mind into an animalistic version of itself?

She ate you out like it was the last thing she was ever going to do.

She dragged her tongue through your wet folds, spreading your slick, then thrust her tongue into your hole before focusing on your clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucking deliciously.

Alexia wasn't teasing you. She was honestly doing everything she could to make you come fast.

You held her head against your cunt, keeping her there, afraid she might pull away, but with how hungry she was, that probably wasn't going to happen.

You closed your eyes, focusing on her warm breath against your pussy, her (very skilled) tongue giving your clit so much attention it almost made you want to cry.

It didn't take long before your heart started racing, for your breathing to become shallow.

Your legs trembled around her shoulders, and then you came. It was one of the best orgasms of your life.

This time, when you told her it was enough, Alexia stayed perfectly still, looking up at you, her face a mess, waiting for her next order.

From the way she stared, you knew she would happily eat you out all night if you let her.

"Come here, my love," you said, and she got up on her feet.

She was taller than you, but with you sitting on the bed, her puppy expression was anything but intimidating.

"Strip for me," you said simply, as you undressed yourself too, so you were completely naked in front of her.

Alexia eagerly obeyed, and her dress fell to the bedroom floor. She stood naked before you.

Your eyes looked up and down her body, at her firm abdomen, at her strong arms, her thighs ... fuck, her thighs.

You placed your hands on her waist and brought her closer. She let out a tiny, surprised sound, and she didn't hesitate this time .

You leaned forward, kissing her stomach, licking every bit of skin you could reach.

"Pretty. Mi niña bonita, all mine," you murmured against her warm skin.

You glanced up at Alexia. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open; she was just letting you worship her. Your heart softened at the sight.

She was always so good to you, such a good girlfriend, hardworking, devoted, and now completely trusting you to do whatever you wanted with her body.

Your hands cupped her breasts, twisting her nipples. They were so hard. You licked one before wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

"Amor," Alexia whined, leaning into you, like she needed you to take more of her, as if it was physically possible. "I-it's so good..."

You kept sucking her tits, noticing how her thighs were slightly parted.

Your hand slid to her ass, and you grabbed a handful of soft skin, making her moan, then you pulled her closer to you. One hand stayed on her ass as the other cupped her c.unt.

"Your pussy is so pretty," you said, rubbing your thumb over her clit, holding her still as her thighs began to shake. "And all mine."

"Yours... please—" she whined. "More, baby. Please?"

She was so wet that her inner thighs were a mess. You kissed her navel before sliding two fingers into her pussy.

Alexia moaned (the prettiest sound you had ever heard).

Her hips rocked with your fingers, and when you looked up at her, she was a goddess: her cheeks were red, her eyes shut... she was biting her lip. All yours.

Alexia was all yours.

You kept thrusting until her legs trembled harder, and you were sure she wouldn't be able to stand much longer.

"Ale," you said, slowing your fingers. "Go lie on the bed for me. On your back. Spread open, okay?"

She nodded, and you pulled your fingers out. She lay back clumsily, and her legs spread the moment her back hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of her, meeting her eyes. You smiled, then kissed her lips in a deep, messy kiss, tongues and saliva were all over the place.

You could taste yourself on her mouth, and you didn't stop until you were both breathless.

"Hold your tongue out for me," you murmured.

Alexia obeyed, her tongue out and still. You wrapped your lips around it, sucking, and her hips started to rut against your body.

You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. You kissed her gently before pressing your hands together.

"You can come whenever you want to, sí?"

Alexia's eyes widened, like she couldn't believe it. "Gracias, mi amor... gracias," she mumbled, like she was praying.

You kissed your way down her body, sucking one nipple into your mouth on your way down, then you licked her abdomen, stopping at her navel.

She was completely spread out for you.

You could see every detail of her pussy.... her folds glistening, her clit puffy and demanding attention, her hole clenching and begging to be filled. Even the birthmark on her inner thigh that you had kissed countless times.

You used two fingers to spread her lips open and smiled when a soft whine came out of Alexia's mouth. Her clit was so red and sensitive that you pressed a kiss to it.

Then you grabbed her hands, which were clenching the blanket, and placed them over her cunt.

She looked at you in surprise but didn't question you.

"Touch yourself for me," you said.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought her middle finger to her clit, rubbing side to side, her body twitching already. You watched, completely mesmerised by her.

Her poor cunt was clenching, there was slick everywhere, but she was only focusing on her clit.

"Finger yourself, preciosa," you instructed. "Let me see you."

"O-okay," she panted. One hand rubbed her clit, and the other pushed two fingers inside herself.

It always amazed you how long her fingers were. She reached deep inside, and every time she pulled out, her fingertips glistened with wetness.

You couldn't just watch anymore. You straddled Alexia, hovering above her without sitting down.

She looked confused, but you told her to keep going, not to stop, to just focus on herself.

Your hand went to your own pussy, rubbing your clit, your fingers brushing hers as she touched herself.

You wanted to watch her face, but the sight between her legs was too heavenly to look away from.

You picked up your pace as Alexia's tells gave her away... her trembling thighs, her irregular breath, her soft whimpers.

"Amor," she mumbled (barely coherent), words clumsy in her mouth. "I-I—"

"I know, Ale," you said, closing your eyes as your own orgasm built. "Be my sweet girl and come for me, baby. Come right here."

Less than a minute later, both of you were coming.

Alexia's whole body went rigid, every muscle became stiff as she came. You, in contrast, went completely soft, melting into her as if your muscles had given up working.

You collapsed on Alexia's chest, feeling her shallow breaths against your shoulder as you tried to come back to reality.

Your ear rested on her heart, and you listened to her heartbeat slowly settling. Alexia wrapped her arms around you and kissed your neck gently.

You wanted to talk to her, but there was no energy left in your body. So you did what felt natural; you began rutting softly against her.

When you moved, your pussies stayed pressed together, wetness mixing between you.

You kissed Alexia's shoulder, moving your hips lazily. The angle wasn't perfect(your clits were barely touching ), but the friction was delicious.

Alexia grabbed your hips, guiding the rhythm.

You wanted to slap her hand away, remind her who was in charge, but she was so far gone you knew she wasn't trying to control; she was just needy, horny.

Your hardened nipples brushed against hers, sending shivers through your body.

You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it lasted, you only knew that both of you came again.

This time, Alexia let out a soft cry. You looked at her face and saw tears running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" you asked gently. "Tell me your colour, sí?"

Alexia opened her eyes slowly; she looked very dizzy. "G-green... just-feeling confused."

You pouted, this time without teasing. You kissed her lips.

"What about you fuck me nice and good, and then we go to bed? Does that sound good?"

Alexia nodded.

"Do you want me to put the strap on for you? Or can you do it yourself?"

"Don't... think I can," she admitted softly. "Want you to do it."

You kissed her forehead before sliding off the bed. "Okay, mi amor."

Your legs ached from the orgasms, and wetness was dripping down your thighs; you couldn't even tell whose wetness it was anymore, if it was yours or Alexia's.

You knelt by the suitcase, pulling out the strap and dildo.

When you returned, Alexia was still lying down, so you asked her to kneel on the bed. You secured the harness around her hips, adjusting the dildo in place.

"Looking so pretty," you murmured as you tightened the last strap. "So well-behaved today. I'm so proud of you."

In any other situation, you would have laughed: Alexia was blushing, actually blushing. After everything tonight, she still blushed, eyes dropping to the mattress shyly.

"I want you to do exactly what I say, okay?" you said, already getting into position.

You lowered yourself on all fours, there was a pillow under your chest, as you let your arms fall softly on your side, so only your ass was up.

"Fuck me good, baby." You told her.

You closed your eyes, your face squished into the pillows. You heard Alexia shifting behind you.

She was taking longer than usual; normally, she would be in a hurry, but not tonight. Tonight, she was gentle.

But you didn't want gentle right now.

Alexia leaned over you, dropping part of her weight onto your back. She kissed the back of your neck tenderly, her tongue audacious against your skin.

You parted your legs, hoping the hint would make her move faster...but she didn't.

"You smell so good," she said in a small voice, and you felt a little guilty for wanting to rush her (but not that guilty.)

"Alexia, be good to me," you said, turning your head to catch her eyes. "Fuck me, mi preciosa. Go on." Your patience was already wearing thin.

Alexia pressed one last kiss to your neck before settling on her knees. Dopamine had completely taken over her body.

She just wanted to please you, to worship you.

Her entire mind was you. You, and only you.

It was like she was part of you. Like the two of you were made to stay like this forever: skin to skin, tangled up.

She wanted to see you smile, to watch you come, to make you happy.

She wanted to kiss you, and she wanted you to kiss her.

Alexia didn't usually let herself get like this. She liked to be in control, to be the fixer, the steady one, always one step ahead.

The one to set the rules, to make sure you followed her. But tonight, it felt good to let go. To not think. To listen and obey. To be good. To be well-behaved.

You wanted the strap, and Alexia was going to give it to you( exactly how you liked) because she was, indeed, a very good girl. She would do anything you asked.

Alexia's eyes dropped to your pussy. It was just like hers: wet, messy, and practically shining between your thighs.

Her own cunt clenched. Maybe it was the endorphins, maybe exhaustion, but she barely felt her own body anymore...only need.

Alexia leaned down and kissed the bottom of your back before her hands found your ass, spreading you. She kissed and licked every bit of skin she could touch until she reached your clit.

"Alexia," you said sternly, turning your head. "How many times do I have to say it? Are you going to fuck me, or do you want punishment?"

The word punishment sent a red light flashing in Alexia's mind. She didn't want punishment. She was being good.

She was just loving you... why punishment?

She thought she was doing the right thing, preparing you for the strap, making sure you were wet enough.

"No punishment," Alexia said, fighting a pout.

You turned fully around. Your brow was furrowed, your jaw locked in a painful way.

You grabbed the harness at her hips, tugging hard enough that she stumbled forward.

You caught her by the waist so she wouldn't fall on top of you.

"Just because you have this on your hips," you said, yanking the strap just for emphasis, "doesn't mean you're in control. Do you understand that?"

Alexia nodded, tears beginning to shine in her eyes. "I just wanted to get you ready—"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed her hand before guiding her fingers inside you. Her finger slid in with almost no resistance. You were absolutely dripping.

"Do I look ready enough?"

Alexia gulped, keeping her fingers in you. "Sí..."

You held her jaw, making her look deep into your eyes. "I told you to give me the strap. Not to kiss me. Not to tease me."

"Perdón," Alexia whispered.

"Who's in control?"

"You, mi amor."

"Who knows better?"

"You," she repeated.

"Then you better do what I ask."

"Sí. I'll do whatever you want. So sorry, amor," she whispered.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing her tears away.

"I don't like it when you don't listen to me." You pressed that same thumb to her mouth, making her open up, before placing it on her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around it, sucking while staring at you.

"One time, you're perfectly behaved," you murmured, "and the next, you don't listen." You pouted at her, just enough to make her squirm.

"Perdón, I—oww!" Alexia winced as your palm smacked her ass. It stung your own hand too; you were sure it was going to leave a mark.

"Count," you ordered, keeping her on her knees in front of you.

You spanked her ten times. By the fifth, Alexia was a crying mess, mumbling about being sorry, about wanting to be good.

But Alexia wasn't the only one in a special head space.

You were in a dom space... now you were all about being heard, being obeyed. It felt strange, but good.

When the last slap landed on her skin, you kissed her tears away. "What colour, mi amor?" you whispered against her wet cheek.

"Green," she sniffled softly.

"Good." You massaged her ass, ignoring how the strap nudged your stomach. You wanted the strap a lot, but you didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Ale, look at me," you said, cupping her jaw. "Do you want to stop? Want me to make us a bath?"

"No," she answered instantly, the fastest reply she had given all night. "I want to use it on you. Please. I promise I'll listen this time."

"Do you?" you pressed. "Do you really promise you'll be good?"

Another eager nod. "Sí. Te prometo."

You patted her cheek and turned around, getting back into position. "Then you can do whatever you want, preciosa."

Alexia kept her promise.

She filled you completely. You were so wet that she slid in with no resistance.

She pressed almost her entire weight onto your back and began thrusting into you, murmuring in your ear about how good you felt.

You could barely speak. Her warmth, her presence, her weight... it was overwhelming.

You felt so full, you had waited weeks for this: to have Alexia to yourself, to be fucked by her, filled up, loved and cared for.

The strap was so deep, hitting you perfectly. Her breathing against your neck made your eyes roll back.

"I wanna hold hands," Alexia said shyly, and your heart melted.

"Here, bebé," you breathed, reaching for her hands. She laced her fingers with yours as she kept pounding into you.

Her thrusts were hard and fast, but the kisses she pressed to your spine were tender, gentle, her way of telling you how much she had missed you, too.

"Good, Ale... like that," you moaned, feeling full, feeling hers. "Fuck, baby..."

Alexia kept moving, the base of the strap brushing her clit. She was close; you both were.

Your body felt everything at once. Her weight. Her warmth. The sound of the strap sliding in and out of your cunt. And then the the rise of your orgasm coming, and... something more too.

You let go of Alexia's hands, gripping her forearms. "Alexia, I'm—"

Alexia thrust twice before she came with a whimper in your ear, and your own orgasm ran through your body as well.

Your pussy clenched around the strap. You felt as if your whole body was shutting down.

You closed your eyes, hearing Alexia murmur something you couldn't even register.

When you opened them again, you didn't know how many minutes had passed. Alexia was still on top of you, the strap snug inside.

She was kissing your cheek softly.

"Open your eyes, bebé," she whispered, until you did.

You felt the strap again, but now it was too much. You shifted your hips, trying to get it out.

"I-I don't want—" you mumbled, and Alexia understood immediately.

"I'm pulling out, don't worry," she said, voice so sleepy you wondered if she might pass out right there.

Alexia watched carefully as she slid the strap from you. If she hadn't just come, she would have wanted to go again, but her mind was fuzzy, her ass still stung, and you looked completely wrecked.

She was sure you would both sleep until midday.

Alexia wasn't usually one to leave things lying or throw around, but tonight, she let the strap and dildo fall somewhere on the floor. That was tomorrow's problem.

She collapsed beside you, face first into the mattress, with one arm wrapping around your back. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice hoarse.

"I'm the one who should be asking that," you said, smiling at her. "I'm not the one who took a spanking."

"Let's not talk about that..." Alexia groaned, burying her face in the pillow.

You slid closer to her, almost on top of her, kissing the side of her head. "Come on, don't be embarrassed. We have done worse."

Alexia always got shy after letting herself be more submissive. You didn't understand why; you never felt embarrassed after subbing.

"You were perfect for me," you purred in her ear. "Thanks for letting me take control." You playfully bit her earlobe before slipping out of bed.

If Alexia had been trying to look tough, the moment your warmth left her side, she whined...actually whined. "Nooo. Come back."

"Just getting the oil for you," you explained, going to the suitcase.

"I don't want it," she grumbled, still face-down, she probably hadn't moved because her ass was still sore.

"I didn't ask if you wanted it," you said. "I told you I'm getting it."

When you came back to the bed and began applying the oil, Alexia opened her mouth to argue, but the second the cold liquid touched her skin, her whole body relaxed.

Guilt filled your chest. "Was it... too rough? The spanking?"

Alexia shook her head against the pillow, then turned to face you.

"No, bebé, don't worry." She smiled and reached out, brushing your cheek with her thumb. "I enjoyed myself. I mean it. If it was too much, I would have told you."

You smiled softly. "Okay."

You massaged her skin until Alexia complained about how long you were taking; you rolled your eyes before finally curling into her side. She wrapped her arm around you.

"I need to change the sheets," you muttered.

"No..." she mumbled, half-asleep.

"They're drenched," you tried again.

"And they'll stay that way until morning."

"Are you really going to sleep on wet sheets?"

"Just like you said... we have done worse."

You wanted to argue, but your eyelids were heavy. So you let them close. Just for a minute. You would. wake up and change them soon... just five minutes.

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A/n: hope u guys enjoyed this fic as much as i did