This took a little longer than intended as I was sick last weekend, and it took a few days to get over. However, I'm all good now and back to working on my comm queue. So here's the second commission release this month with some good ol' Baroness!
Commissioned by: Loriandra
Hana’s body was tense, and her mind desperately tried to focus as Penelope’s palm jerked mercilessly at her cock. So much was on the line if she lasted the ten minutes of The Baroness’ naughty little challenge. She had been promised much if she resisted the urge to climax under that expert touch for those ten minutes. Money, a home and most of all; her freedom.
Hana’s eyes cast over to the hour glass nearby, it’s green sands inside the glass were falling as they should, but it felt like the longest ten minutes of her life. Her eyes moved over to Penelope, who lay alongside her, looking entirely confident and smug as she always did. Those piercing emerald eyes of her were staring into her soul, it felt like.
“My-my, good girl. Only seven minutes left.” Penelope purred in an almost condescending manner, looking too relaxed and nonchalant as her hand worked that girl’s pole. The Baroness had stacked the odds against Hana, of course, she never made bets she couldn’t win, but she so did love to see them try so hard. A cruel witch.
“Oh dear, you’re working up a sweat trying so hard to resist me. How adorable.” Penelope teased with that smug smirk of hers. Hana’s body was gathering beads of sweat in an admirable desire to last the full ten minutes. And even though Penelope was doing all the work, there wasn’t a drop of sweat on her. She was entirely in control.
Hana peered at that woman’s eyes again. Her expression relaxed and firm. How was she so calm at the prospect of Hana slipping free of her grasp? Was the freedom an illusion? No, surely this cruel witch wouldn’t be that cruel. Right?
“I bet you’re wondering if the freedom is real, hm?” Penelope asked with a smirk, her luminous eyes glowing a little brighter.
Hana looked a little surprised, that woman was in her head. Or was it just an educated guess. No, she had to focus, this was part of her mind games to make her fail, surely.
“The freedom is very much real, my dear. However, you don’t want your freedom half as much as you want to cum for me.” Penelope remarked, her palm quickening its pace in one hand while her long nailed fingers squished and teased at one of Hana’s breasts. Her thumb rolling over the erect nipple, flicking and pressing it playfully as she spoke.
“Admit your weakness. Submit to my will like you have so many times before.” Penelope purred. So proud and so very sure of her dominance over this poor girl. And she was right to be so, her words crawled into Hana's mind and infected her with lust driven doubt and assurance. Penelope could see it in her eyes and the relaxing of her body as she surrendered without realizing it at first.
Penelope smirked, her index finger and thumb squeezing and tugging firmly on Hana’s breast, while her other palm sought to end it quickly. Hana gasped and protested unconvincingly as the sensation overcame her. Her breaths becoming quicker, her chest rising and falling as her hips lifted off the bed. Louder bated breaths mixed with moans bouncing off the walls of the surrounding chambers.
Penelope knew the exact moment as it came, pointing Hana’s cock towards her as the young redhead bucked her hips around her mistress’ expert grip. Splattering thick ropes of her own white seed over her tummy, breasts, and even reaching up to her own face. Her moans were long and elongated, her body trembling with gentle jerks and spasms from the come down of the blissful high. Small sharp gasps escaping her lips as she turned her gaze to the woman in black, standing over her now. Veiled in shadow with those luminous green eyes piercing them.
Penelope’s firm gaze peered down, a smug smile on her lips as she spoke.
“Pathetic. Not even five minutes.” She jested at Hana’s expense. “Oh well, you tried your best, I’m sure.” The noble chuckled for a moment, a cruel grin on her lips as she peered down at the red-headed beauty.
Those eyes and that smile faded to black from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced as she passed out. Her one chance at freedom gone, given away freely to the Baroness as rested peacefully. Content in her choice.