Andromeda [F30/M30] [Femdom] [Humiliation] [Orgasm Control] [Teasing] [Anal]

Author's note: this story is for Dominant ladies and submissive men. Some dubcon elements (consent is clearly given), some humiliation (name-calling with a splash of psychological cruelty), anal, orgasm control, femdom teasing; I started to write it as a wlw story but the characters decided otherwise, however, I am totally fine if you adjust the genders in your imagination accordingly <3

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"She let herself be captured," Malia said, and collapsed onto her back so hard she rocked the bed; I rolled my eyes, but made sure to do it down at the pages in front of me. I didn't want to upset her. She might leave.

"Why? Why would *anyone* let themselves be captured?" I swallowed hard, ignoring the way her breasts lolled around under her shirt. Malia was so careful it gave me goosebumps. She knew exactly how to draw your eyes from what was right in front of you towards the periphery, towards whatever she wanted you to see, towards herself. But I'd had a lot of practice pretending I wasn't interested.

It was our little game. And three years later, here we were, in the same PhD program--close, but never *close.*

"All of them did," she said nonchalantly, and when she sighed, I broke and glanced sideways at her; Malia smiled up at the ceiling, noticing immediately that I'd lost. Her long hair spread out from underneath of her head like a splintered halo across the bedspread, the bleach blonde a little brassy at the roots. She grinned when I told her it would be ugly. *I'm never ugly,* she said, and she was right. I watched as her nipples hardened beneath the thin t-shirt while her eyes finally narrowed on my gaze. I snapped my eyes back to the pages in front of me, my cock digging into soft ply, and pushed my hips into it, the friction--and the embarrassment--delicious. As usual after one of her victories, Malia ignored my arousal to torture me further. "You don't understand people."

"I mean, I don't understand much of anything," I said, gluing my eyes to an illustration of a maiden tied to a rock, her yellow hair reminiscent of Malia's, *"except* mythology." I was so hard I ached, pressing into the mattress; every time I inhaled, it got worse. I resolved to make it through our hang-out without moving. Without breathing, if necessary.

Malia was unfazed. "You know myths. You don't understand them."

"And you do?"

"I know why Andromeda agreed to be chained to the rock."

"Andromeda *didn't*\--see? You don't even know the story--" She won this round, I have to admit; Malia abruptly rolled over and her body was entirely pressed against mine; she draped her leg across my waist, effectively trapping me, and let her left arm rest on my shoulders. My dick was suddenly and abruptly shoved further into the mattress, and as if she knew exactly what she was doing, Malia lazily began sliding her calf up, up, up, right along the crack of my ass. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning and tasted blood. When she finally answered me, her lips were so close to my ear that every hair on the back of my neck stood to attention.

"I know why we do what we do."

I was frozen. I couldn't move at all--part of me was afraid that if I did, she would roll away again, her spine flattened to the bed, and leave me next to her, destitute. And part of me was terrified that I would try to move... And couldn't. Hypnotized prey. But this event was a new one, for us. One of the unspoken rules of our game was that Malia never touched me. I would reach out, pensively, once in a while--to hold her drink and let our fingers brush while she pulled her hair into a bun, to steady her in her heels with a hand on her lower back, just the briefest second, just a reminder: I'm here. But she never touched me. Never. She let me steal my glances, she taunted me, invited them, she used me occasionally as a hat stand or a plaything, her enormous unfettered breasts a constant source of ecstasy and betrayal for me... But it was always show and tell. Never touch.

And now here she was, draped over me like a blanket.

"You don't know anything, you stupid, pretty thing." Her whisper was so low I felt it settle in my stomach, and as she spoke she slowly, so slowly, began to move her leg further and further down, still grinding against my ass, as she used a wayward finger to trace the curl of my other ear. I could feel her nipples on my back through the thin fabric of our shirts; I could feel the heat of her pussy where she pressed it against my hip. "You pretty idiot."

"You're so mean, Malia--" I was half-joking, trying to recover a bit of ground, but she dropped her leg entirely, pressing it along the length of my thigh, and I could suddenly feel her knee pushing, *pushing,* against the lower part of my ass. "What are you--"

"I'm just teasing you," she purred, and I shivered.

"You can't fit your fucking knee in my ass, Malia," I gasped out; I sounded desperate. My voice was thin and high. She chuckled.

"You'd like that, I think, wouldn't you?"

"Fuck no, no one likes--"

"I think you'd like some girth in there." I shuddered as she moved her leg away and bit my earlobe. I nearly came.

"You're so fucking--"

"Some people like to be devoured by monsters," she whispered in my ear. "Some people like to get eaten up by the bad things that come in the night."

"That's not how--"

And then her other hand--the one that had been lazily playing with my left ear as she pushed her hard nipples into my back, as she lay draped over my right side--began to slide down, down, down, moving over my ribs, finding the waistband of my gym shorts. "Tell me to stop," she growled, and stuck one finger inside of it, then ran it from my waist towards the center of my back. Just one finger. I could feel the heat of it on my bare skin like a burn as she let it settle just above the crack of my ass. "Say it."

"Malia--"

"Okay then," she hissed, "I'll make you say you want it." And she went completely still. It was insane--I almost felt as if she'd gone cold. As if her body had turned off--the brilliant heat emanating from her damp pussy on my hip was gone, stifled through sheer stubbornness, the warm breath on my neck withdrawn. I squirmed.

"I..."

"Such a coward," she whispered again, but her breath felt cold. She was as still as a statue, her weight on me like lead, but my cock was just as hard as ever. Malia knew. "You don't have the guts to ask me to do it to you." I swallowed hard. "So I'll give you this other option one more time, you stupid, pretty, scaredy-cat."

And then she was like electricity again; the slightest tilt of her hips and I felt her wet heat glom on to my narrow hip bone, felt her leg tighten like a python over mine. She moved her head and the brush of her bottom lip on my collarbone almost undid me again... But she was right.

I did want it.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," she whispered. That singular finger dragged my shorts down, taking my boxers with it. Lower. Lower. Pulling mercilessly over my skin, until my whole ass was bare; her finger lazily traced patterns on the goose-pimpling flesh as I shivered, entirely at her mercy. "Open your legs," she murmured, and I did, without even thinking of resisting.

She teased me, first; Malia tucked her right hand under me so that she could use it to cup my chin, forcing my head up and my spine into a slight arch, all while her other finger went lower, and lower still. I couldn't help the sounds I made. My cock hurt, it was so full of blood, so stiff that it was beginning to dig down, the pressure almost painful. But I liked it. And I suspected that somehow Malia knew I did.

"When I stretch your little hole, you're going to start fucking the mattress," she told me, and I knew I would, and I knew I would be laying in a puddle of my own hot cum in less than a minute. "You're going to do it until you burst and your balls push out as much cum as they can for me... And then you're going to do it again. And you're going to lay in it, this big sticky puddle you make for me, until you're done with your homework." She abruptly kissed my cheek--so fast I couldn't react, so fast I couldn't even startle out of her grip on my neck. "And then you're going to take me for a boba." I could hear the smile in her voice, but I couldn't turn my head. She squeezed, making me inhale sharply through my nose--

And touched it.

Just the faintest, barest touch on my asshole. I've never been touched there with a bare hand, never, and the heat of it, the skin on skin contact, was shocking. It felt incredibly raw. "Malia--" I choked out her name, but then I stopped myself; she'd stopped too. Instantly.

And I didn't want her to.

She slowly pulled her finger up and forced my head to turn while I watched her stick it in her mouth, the faintest taste of me, I knew, still on it. My most humiliating, vulnerable spot, and she grinned as she showed me how she would own it. Malia touched the tip of her tongue to the very tip of her finger and drooled on it, deliberately, slowly. Tauntingly. and then she locked her eyes on mine and reached back behind us, her pupils sharp as pins when she finally slid it in. "Oooohhhh...." I was going to cum.

"Not yet," she snarled, and pushed it in further as she moved my head back to facing forward. "Pump. Pump for it, stupid. Pump your mattress like the horny fuckrag you are--and don't you dare stop at one. Don't you fucking dare--" I was helpless, obeying her instantly, my hips rocking into her finger as she pinned me with it and then down into the mattress like a rabbit, relentless thrusting in time with each syllable. She owned me completely. I couldn't stop myself. And the rush when I came... I didn't completely realize what was happening, it was so sudden and so powerful. My toes curled as I grunted like an animal into the mattress, my neck taut and painful in her grip as my spine worked so hard to grind further and deeper into the ply. I saw sparks behind my eyelids as I emptied into my shorts, into the mattress, forgetting myself completely. I was panting when she spoke again. "Now slower, you delicious, sexy, stupid, slutty dork."

"Malia, Malia I can't--"

"Yes you can," her voice was so unexpectedly gentle. It was right there, still, right in my ear. I could feel my cock softening into the goo my body made, the huge mess she guided me into again and again, her finger insistent in my asshole. It hurt a little bit.

And that started to make me hard again.

"You're so beautiful when you cum, you make me want to watch you do it all day," she whispered. "But we don't have all day. I can only devour you once." She chuckled in my ear, and I knew she could sense something about my body I couldn't, that she was immediately aware that I was getting turned on again, and so soon. "You would make the best meal for a monster, you fucking pumprag. Now get to it." I let myself go and moaned out loud, my hips responding to her voice, and began to fuck the puddle; the sticky fabric slapped against my cock, creating friction as it clung and pressed down. "I'm going to fuck your ass next time. You'll like it," she hissed, and I gasped out loud, my asshole clenching on her finger. "That's it," she purred, and I pumped again and again, my balls refilling as I ran my cock through the sloppy ropes of cum beneath my body. It didn't take long for me to reach the precipice. "Slow down," she whispered, and in spite of the torture, I did it. I would do anything she said. Malia pulled her finger out and then, almost seamlessly, pressed against my asshole again... But...

"It's too big," I whimpered. It was way more than one finger. It had to be--

"It's only two," she grinned, but then she pushed harder. "Hmm. Three."

"Malia--"

"Tell me to stop," she purred. And I wouldn't. And the stretch felt so good. And my cock was already leaking--"such a good boy," she whispered, and I bucked into her hand, feeling my asshole open more, feeling myself open more, even as my muscles contracted and made me spurt once more, the rhythm and pain and wonder of it wracking my entire body as I came. The orgasm was a long one. I couldn't help how hard it rode me, pinned beneath Malia; I have never cum that hard, ever. And as always... I think she knew it.

When I was finally done, I realized she'd removed her hand at some point from my throat and let it drop onto my book, my whole body spent. Malia started to pull her fingers out of me, and I didn't want her to--I finally looked up at her, hoping she'd see that I needed her to stay. She paused.

"I can't let you sit here with three fingers in your ass all day," she said patiently. Her dark eyes were different now; they took in my whole face with a new, softer expression, checking me out, working over something in her mind. "You have to take me for boba, remember?"

"I didn't--" I stopped myself; we were on a new field of battle, now. Malia'd definitely won the first war... Or had I always had it backwards? Was she teasing me that whole time, or seducing me? Had she known from the beginning what I was like, what I would like? I hoped that maybe we'd be able to talk about this thing between us for the first time...Possibly over boba. "Okay." She watched me again for a second, then leaned over to kiss my forehead, my eyebrow, and my cheek as she gently tugged her fingers loose from my body.

"Good boy," she whispered, and when she bit my earlobe, my cock twitched instantly. But I didn't feel defeat, this time. I felt... Elated.

I hadn't won the war of wills. And now I didn't understand why I'd ever wanted to. Malia sat up and began to pull her hair back, getting ready to go.

"But you're wrong about Andromeda," I said, twisting on my hips to follow her as she rolled off of the bed and grabbed her phone from my desk, where it'd been charging. I realized almost as soon as I said it that I was starting an argument on purpose, to get her to stay.

And she knew it too. "I know," Malia grinned, and the flash of her smile made me swallow, hard. "But you do so enjoy feeling smarter than me. I like to give you presents when I can." There was some danger in that smile, just like there had always been, but also... Affection.

Malia liked me. Liked me like this, soft cock swimming in a puddle of my cum as I begged for her attention and wished she was filling up my ass again. I let out a little whine, and she stopped and watched me for a second before coming back and stroking my bare ass one time, then spanking it hard. Before my mouth closed from crying out, she'd grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them, then stuck her tongue in to caress mine. It wasn't a kiss. It was like being claimed by a wolf. I stared up at her as she once again stood upright and slung her purse over her shoulder. "Now hurry up and finish your homework, you pretty dummy," she said, smiling. "Chop chop."

"Yes, okay," I said instantly, and I have never seen her look so content.

So that was all it took. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, and I blinked down at my book, determined to follow as soon as I could.