[also included a bit of sensory deprivation and who doesn't love being tied up so]
The metal of the cuffs is cool on Deanna’s wrists, a sharp contrast to the heat between her legs. She can’t see anything through the silk tie covering her eyes, but her ears are sharp as ever. Lucy is being strangely quiet, however, Deanna straining to discern the slightest bit of sound.
She’s lost count of how long she’s been lying there, a pillow propping her hips up. Lucy enjoys making her wait for things, bring her to edge upon edge until she’s nearly incoherent, begging for any type of release.
The soft drip drip of cold water on her back is enough to make Deanna jump. She whimpers a bit as the handcuffs bite into her wrists, hips wriggling to try and displace the sensation. All at once, something cold drops onto her back and Deanna lets out a yelp.
“Cold, huh?” Lucy speaks for the first time. Deanna can picture the smirk; God knows she’s seen it enough times before. Deanna just suppresses a shiver, trying to find a more comfortable position.
The coldness (she figures it must be ice; what else would it be?) slides down to the small of her back and settles there. Deanna moans quietly, skin going numb, nipples hardening from the cold. Lucy chuckles and trails a finger over one of the hardened nubs. Her fingers are cold, and Deanna’s always been sensitive, which only heightens the sensation.
All at once, the cold changes to a burn as something clamps down on each of her nipples. Deanna yelps, but all she receives in return is a tug on the clamps. The ice is almost fully melted, water pooling in the small of her back. Deanna shifts a little and it spills, cold slicking its way down her sides, between her legs.
“Gonna make you scream,” Lucy whispers, suddenly right next to Deanna’s ear, “Gonna make you forget your own fucking name, aren’t I.” Deanna whimpers and shifts as Lucy nips playfully at the sensitive spot under her ear.
“Y-yes,” Deanna whispers, trying to find something to distract her. Cool fingers trail down her back and over her ass. Lucy spreads both hands over the smooth skin before bringing one hand down. A loud slap echoes through the room and Deanna yelps, surprised by the sudden blow. She can already feel her ass warming form the slap. Lucy chuckles and brings her other hand down.
“Count for me, sweetheart.”
“Two,” Deanna responds immediately. Lucy smirks again, hands rubbing over the twin handprints on Deanna’s ass. The spanking continues until Deanna’s ass is red and sore, almost glowing. Lucy watches her girlfriend panting for a few moments before retrieving the glass of ice water she stored next to the bed.
Lucy doesn’t dump it out all at once; she barely even uses the water itself. Instead, she places the glass on Deanna’s back, settling it and warning the other girl not to spill. Deanna merely whimpers in response. Lucy chuckles and dips her fingers into the water, holding them there.
Deanna tries her best to stay completely still, not wanting to spill the water. It’s bad enough having the glass on her back; she hopes to God she won’t have to experience being drenched in ice water. Lucy removes her fingers from the glass after a minute, then paints a stripe down Deanna’s ass, teasing her with the coldness. Deanna yelps, the cold of Lucy’s fingers harsh on her skin.
Still, Deanna spreads her legs wider when prompted, the glass wobbling dangerously. All at once, two cold fingers slip into her, and a thumb presses against her clit. Deanna whines, not daring to buck her hips for fear of moving the glass. Lucy chuckles and starts moving her fingers slowly, thumb circling Deanna’s clit. The smaller girl whimpers, fingers clenching and unclenching.
Normally Deanna considered herself rather in control, but this was almost too much. She was already growing close, muscles tensing, thighs clenching around the fingers inside of her. She could practically feel Lucy’s grin and gritted her teeth, determined to hold off. That seemed to make the blonde even more determined.
SPN, girl!Dean/girl!Lucifer, temperature!kink [1/2]
The metal of the cuffs is cool on Deanna’s wrists, a sharp contrast to the heat between her legs. She can’t see anything through the silk tie covering her eyes, but her ears are sharp as ever. Lucy is being strangely quiet, however, Deanna straining to discern the slightest bit of sound.
She’s lost count of how long she’s been lying there, a pillow propping her hips up. Lucy enjoys making her wait for things, bring her to edge upon edge until she’s nearly incoherent, begging for any type of release.
The soft drip drip of cold water on her back is enough to make Deanna jump. She whimpers a bit as the handcuffs bite into her wrists, hips wriggling to try and displace the sensation. All at once, something cold drops onto her back and Deanna lets out a yelp.
“Cold, huh?” Lucy speaks for the first time. Deanna can picture the smirk; God knows she’s seen it enough times before. Deanna just suppresses a shiver, trying to find a more comfortable position.
The coldness (she figures it must be ice; what else would it be?) slides down to the small of her back and settles there. Deanna moans quietly, skin going numb, nipples hardening from the cold. Lucy chuckles and trails a finger over one of the hardened nubs. Her fingers are cold, and Deanna’s always been sensitive, which only heightens the sensation.
All at once, the cold changes to a burn as something clamps down on each of her nipples. Deanna yelps, but all she receives in return is a tug on the clamps. The ice is almost fully melted, water pooling in the small of her back. Deanna shifts a little and it spills, cold slicking its way down her sides, between her legs.
“Gonna make you scream,” Lucy whispers, suddenly right next to Deanna’s ear, “Gonna make you forget your own fucking name, aren’t I.” Deanna whimpers and shifts as Lucy nips playfully at the sensitive spot under her ear.
“Y-yes,” Deanna whispers, trying to find something to distract her. Cool fingers trail down her back and over her ass. Lucy spreads both hands over the smooth skin before bringing one hand down. A loud slap echoes through the room and Deanna yelps, surprised by the sudden blow. She can already feel her ass warming form the slap. Lucy chuckles and brings her other hand down.
“Count for me, sweetheart.”
“Two,” Deanna responds immediately. Lucy smirks again, hands rubbing over the twin handprints on Deanna’s ass. The spanking continues until Deanna’s ass is red and sore, almost glowing. Lucy watches her girlfriend panting for a few moments before retrieving the glass of ice water she stored next to the bed.
Lucy doesn’t dump it out all at once; she barely even uses the water itself. Instead, she places the glass on Deanna’s back, settling it and warning the other girl not to spill. Deanna merely whimpers in response. Lucy chuckles and dips her fingers into the water, holding them there.
Deanna tries her best to stay completely still, not wanting to spill the water. It’s bad enough having the glass on her back; she hopes to God she won’t have to experience being drenched in ice water. Lucy removes her fingers from the glass after a minute, then paints a stripe down Deanna’s ass, teasing her with the coldness. Deanna yelps, the cold of Lucy’s fingers harsh on her skin.
Still, Deanna spreads her legs wider when prompted, the glass wobbling dangerously. All at once, two cold fingers slip into her, and a thumb presses against her clit. Deanna whines, not daring to buck her hips for fear of moving the glass. Lucy chuckles and starts moving her fingers slowly, thumb circling Deanna’s clit. The smaller girl whimpers, fingers clenching and unclenching.
Normally Deanna considered herself rather in control, but this was almost too much. She was already growing close, muscles tensing, thighs clenching around the fingers inside of her. She could practically feel Lucy’s grin and gritted her teeth, determined to hold off. That seemed to make the blonde even more determined.