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Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Jessie's miniature assault during the video had been agonizing but not overwhelming. If Leslie had to guess Jessie was taking it easy on her but she didn't know why. It didn't seem like a test should include holding back, especially considering the type of woman Jessie was, and how that meant she did everything to the utmost of her ability. At least that was what Leslie had seen thus far in the time since Jessie moved in next door. It made the hunter worry about what would be happening that made Jessie think going easy was still acceptable. Gah, but it was not easy to concentrate or think with those talented lips constantly spilling honeyed words or nibbling at her flesh. She just wanted to give in to her base desires and kiss Jessie, grab the back of the woman's head and let her tongue slide between those teasing lips. Yet she didn't, and why she didn't could be summed up to a single reason, Jessie had told her not to. It was an odd reason not to do anything for an independent woman like Leslie, but when she wanted something bad enough she could surprise even herself.

"Kind of... I certainly gave me a bit clearer an image of the power dynamic." She tried not to mumble for once and looked up at Jessie, thinking about the movie they had just watched but substituting them in as the actors. That was an exciting thought. Her beautiful image was shattered by what Jessie said next, and she had slightly opened lips and a look of disbelief on her face. It wasn't a questioning look, and she quickly corrected herself, but there was no hiding that Leslie was not expecting such a rule. Of course it had been heard a bit differently by Leslie than it had been said, because the bodyguard had basically heard, 'I'm never going to let you cum.' She knew that would at least be true for the night, otherwise there would have been little reason to mention it, and with how horny Leslie already was she was finding it hard to fathom going home and not even touching herself.

She was about to question, the words "So tonight..." Slipping out of her mouth with a hint of desperation. She was silenced by praise however, and the fact that Jessie was coming around stiffened her resolve. She was about to look away again, satisfied now that her effort was bearing fruit, but her neighbor stopped her. Gentle fingers cupped beneath her chin and tilted it up, Leslie's eyes quivering gently with the most hesitant of hopes that what she assumed was happening was actually happening.

The kiss was incredible, she could feel the emotion behind Jessie's lips and couldn't help but respond in kind, kissing back with all the restraint she had going towards not attempting to turn it in to a make out session. She had to keep an active memory that Jessie was the one in charge, the unusual position making for difficulties controlling her actions. She moaned gently as it ended, the addition of pain always having been a bit of a turn on to Leslie and she whined as Jessie kicked her out. "Jeeeeeesie...." She whimpered, "The kiss is worse than sitting through that entire movie!" She whined again and she couldn't help but squirm up against Jessie for a moment, ignoring her orders to immediately leave and whispering a bit as she kept her head in place. "Can I cum tonight?" She muttered, finding it difficult to ask for such a thing due to embarrassment in saying it aloud.

She didn't hold Jessie hostage, before she was answered, and already being pretty damn confident the answer would be no, Leslie sat up and stood soon after. She wasn't sore, Leslie had a talent for not moving even if her usual personality would make her seem more like a schoolkid with ADHD than a Sniper. "Yes, I want to come back over tonight... I'll bring some wine if you tell me what color will compliment what you decide to cook." She smiled, moving towards the door but stopping right before it. "So... May I?" She asked again, blushing gently but keeping her eyes on Jessie, hoping her adorable face would sway Jessie.
 
Jessie had heard the words ‘Can I cum tonight?’ loud and clear; there were few things that her ears ever missed. But because Leslie had muttered the words under her breath, the werewolf pretended to not have heard them at all. When Leslie got up and headed for the door, Jessie gave her body one last stretch before hopping to her feet so that she could escort her friend out. The officer opened the door for Leslie, grinning as her friend asked her if she could cum. She tilted her head slightly to the side at the question, pretending to think it over. ”Aw puppy eyes…how cute.” That adorable face might have worked…if Jessie wasn’t still aware that Leslie had been whining a few seconds ago. Whining like a child just didn’t fly with her.

“Hmm…a chardonnay would go well with dinner tomorrow, I’m thinking of making something with chicken…. And may you what? May you cum?” The brunette purred out the question. She moved closer to Leslie, pinning her up against the doorframe and forcing her thigh right between her friend’s legs. Her hand reached up, grabbing a fistful of Leslie’s shirt so that she could tug the girl down so that her lips crashed right into Jessie’s. This time their kiss was nothing but fire as the cop’s tongue slipped past those soft lips to play with Leslie’s tongue. Jessie managed to wedge her muscular thigh right between Leslie’s legs, rocking her thigh into her neighbor’s soaked sex over and over again. She could feel the heat radiating from Leslie’s core and knew her friend must be aching to cum. But Jessie just couldn’t give her permission …not yet. She really wanted to be able to trust Leslie with her heart, and she just couldn’t do that until her neighbor proved that she had self-control. As her lungs began to burn for oxygen, Jessie finally forced herself to pull away, panting and flushed, her eyes were darker, reflecting her arousal. But Jessie couldn’t break, she had to show self control and model her behavior for Leslie. “No orgasms tonight, Les. Maybe tomorrow… Sweet dreams~” And with that, Jessie nudged her friend into the hallway, shut the door right in Leslie’s face and locked it.

Jessie let out a held in breath, a shiver of delight run through her body. Kissing her neighbor was definitely going to be one of her new favorite pastimes. That short little stunt in the doorway had left the cop wet, throbbing, and definitely wanting. Thank goodness she didn’t have a mean Mistress around that wouldn’t let her cum. ”Heheheh” Feeling quite evil tonight, she headed toward her room and eagerly slipped out of her jeans and into a comfortable pair of shorts for bed. She flopped down onto the mattress, not wasting any time before her hand found it’s way down her shorts.

Whether Leslie could hear her or not, tonight was a win-win for Jessie. Usually she tried to keep herself quiet, not wishing to bother her neighbor with the sounds of her pleasuring herself. But now that her and Leslie were ‘seeing eachother’, she could relax and finally focus on her pleasure, rather than splitting her attention between ecstasy and silence.

“Nnnngh…f-fuck…” Jessie groaned loudly as her fingers stroked over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked, she spread her legs out wider, which of course drew the fabric of her shorts and panties tighter, making it hard to move her hand. With a soft huff, she stopped long enough to shimmy out of pajama bottoms and settled back into a comfortable position on the bed. The horny cop whimpered softly as the cool air of the room hit her sopping wet folds the moment her thighs parted, and quickly covered herself with her hand, picking up where she had left off. Her fingertips slowly circled her clit as her mind wandered, finally settling on a fantasy that included Leslie for once. As she daydreamed about her neighbor perfectly naked and in nothing but a collar, Jessie only grew wetter. “Oh God…Les…!” She cried out, dipping her fingers down and forcing them into her tight, clinging heat. It only took a few pumps and the fantasy that Leslie’s fingers were the ones hooking the sensitive spot on her front wall for her to unravel, moaning sweetly.

About four orgasms later, Jessie was finally tender and exhausted enough to be unable to continue. The little bit if pressure caused by closing her legs made her give one last soft, sweet little moan before she rolled over onto her side to get comfortable. She struggled to stay awake for a little while longer, straining her ears. Hopefully Leslie would have the self control to be a good pet tonight, otherwise Jessie would have to think up a punishment if she heard her masturbating tonight.

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As promised, Jessie was up early the next day. At 5am her alarm went off, making her grumble and swat at her. She didn’t want to get up…her bed was just so comfy. After snoozing for 10 more minutes she finally managed to drag her butt out of bed. Then it was time to shower, iron her uniform, get dressed, wolf down breakfast, and drive downtown to the precinct.

Unfortunately Jessie didn’t get to do the 7am to 3pm shift that she was assigned to. They needed people to work the first half of the evening shift as well, a couple of officers were away for a Tactical EMS source so the rest of them had to pick up the slack. Of course the night shift was the worst. Mornings were usually spent doling out tickets to speeders while nights were spent running down perps that thought they could escape the police under the cover of darkness.

When she got back home it was late, she was tired, and her muscles hurt from chasing down a suspect that was a probably a free runner in his free time. She wasn’t in the mood to cook dinner, but she still wanted to see Leslie. She knocked on her neighbor’s door, looking absolutely beat and a little disheveled as she waited outside to see if they could change the plans they had made yesterday.
 
Being putty for someone to play with was a new experience, and Leslie wasn't sure how well she could cope with suddenly feeling powerless. It wasn't all her either. Sure when she asked for a chance she had known what Jessie was wanting from her, and she had been genuinely willing to give what this amazing woman wanted. Yet it wasn't just her effort. Jessie's every word and move was made with precision, poking at Leslie's desires and taunting her ever so tactfully. She knew how to keep a person on edge, and Leslie wondered if perhaps Leslie's cop side was what kept crossing over and reinforcing her authority. Whatever it was it carried weight, and the usual playful Leslie kept feeling suppressed at every turn. Every time she wanted to tease back, every time she wanted to be a little playful... While she still found moments she felt completely... Dominated. It wasn't what she expected, it didn't involve ropes or toys or even punishment, though she was completely aware it could include all of those things. It was more, a presence and manner, and one Jessie displayed to perfection.

A surprised sound came out of Leslie as she found herself pinned to the door frame. A well placed knee and strong arms put her in place and riled her up. It wasn't just the physical contact it was the strength, Jessie's strength was one of the largest attractions for Leslie, both mental and physical toughness was a turn on. The kiss was more so though and Leslie was moaning as she was kissed and her begging sex throbbing in response to the further prodding. During all of that Leslie still had enough presence of mind to really take it all in, to feel the hard muscles and soft tongue, the heat radiating from Jessie. She was so incredible. That was how she knew Jessie wanted it too, because the passion behind the kiss was unmistakeable. It made her feel better knowing that Jessie had that desire for her, and even with the dreadful words spoke as all the pleasure stopped she could find some solace in that knowledge.

That didn't mean she wasn't whimpering gently as it all came to a halt, both sets of her lips feeling completely unsatisfied as she was pushed back in to the hallway and the door locked behind her. It was monstrous and part of her couldn't help but consider running off where Jessie couldn't hear her and masturbating. Stupidly she didn't. Instead she went back inside her apartment and got dressed for bed, laying on her cool bed sheets and plopping her head on the pillow. There was no quick sleep coming, no matter how much she needed it, because all she could think about was Jessie. Her hot throbbing body and images of the cop lingering in her mind wouldn't let her, and soon the moaning from the other side of the wall joined in, a sweet taunt digging through her skull to torment her. "Jessie..." She muttered, hand gently moving down and playing at the elastic of her pajamas, so very tempted to combine her own moans with those of her neighbor.

In the end the only sound that could have possibly come from Leslie's apartment was her rolling around in her bed, trying to get comfortable as her body refused to calm down. The performance from the other side of the wall had everything to do with it, and Leslie was exhausted and half mad by the time she fell asleep.

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When she woke up she counted her blessings she didn't have an assignment, because while her body wasn't going to let her sleep past 6am her mind was not ready to be awake. It was only after ample caffeine was consumed that she began to show some life. When she was awake she took the time to return some phone calls, talking to several clients and making estimates for her services, as her contracts were organized around payment for risk. She charged more the higher the perceived risk, and that price could be negotiated depending on dishonesty or altering circumstances. Sure it drove a few people away, but her reputation made most clients agree to those terms. Besides, it was all about them needing her services and her being able to deliver, her price should be formed off of the danger to her well-being, it was her livelihood after all.

She took an easy job for her next one in the end, choosing to essentially run surveillance on a night club and then inform them of any potential security threats. It included vetting staff but it was going to be an easy assignment and the payday was decent. Not that she cared, Leslie brought home damn good money because if there was one thing people would pay for it was protection. Usually after that Leslie would have gone out and gambled, then grabbed some drinks and found someone cute to bring home. She didn't have the motivation to go out after the night before and her mind was still stuck on Jessie.

By the time the evening rolled around Leslie had realized Jessie was not going to make it. She wasn't upset but instead understanding. They both had similar jobs and it made it easy. That didn't mean she was happy about it, she wanted to spend time with Jessie, but there were some things that couldn't be helped. Leslie spent time doing what she had been all day, lazing around and watching TV.

When the knock on her door came Leslie was up, moving quickly over to the door and opening it with a smile. "Jessie." She sounded relieved it was her and pushed the door open as she reached out and hugged the tired cop. "I was starting to think I wouldn't see you tonight." She released her neighbor and took a few steps back, smiling yet again. She looked cute, as usual with basically no makeup, her hair a bit messy from laying on the couch. The surprise was her clothing, because she was barely wearing any as she lounged around all day, and Leslie's mind hadn't even considered it being someone other than Jessie at the door. She was in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, the shirt not even being that much bigger than her usual one so the panties were easy enough to see. They were a light blue and really made her long legs stick out.

It took her a moment to realize it, after the hug and after she quit speaking. She slowly looked down and as her head tilted back up she was laughing nervously. "Oops, forgot I didn't have pants on..." She looked around her apartment for a bit but didn't have anything laying about so she just turned back, gave another nervous laugh and gave the impression she was fine with it that way. "Want to come in?"
 
”Wow…” Jessie’s eyebrows rose in surprise when she was greeted to the sight of Leslie in nothing but a shirt and pair of panties. Unfortunately she didn’t get to admire the view for long, her friend soon wrapped her up in a hug. The show of affection made Jessie smile and she eagerly wrapped her arms around Leslie to return the hug, her hands coming to rest right over the other woman’s lower back. It took a lot of control to resist the urge to reach down and cup the magnificent rear that she knew her friend had. ”Mmm…and those legs…” Jessie had never had a thing for tall girls before, but she easily made an exception for Leslie because of those gorgeous long legs that led right up to a perfect rear end.

“Yeah…sorry. I forgot we’d be down a couple of cops this week and that Chief wants us to pick up extra shifts.” The tired cop leaned forward as she apologized, sighing happily as she inhaled Leslie’s scent and rested her head down on the bodyguard’s shoulder. It was definitely one of those nights where she could probably fall asleep standing up. But when Leslie backed away and broke the hug, Jessie woke right up the moment her body was deprived of extra body heat.

“Heh…you’re lucky I’m too tired to cuff you for indecent exposure.” Jessie’s voice was light and joking as she accepted the invitation to come inside and shut the door behind her. Though perhaps her being tired wasn’t such a lucky thing, using her handcuffs to restrain Leslie would definitely make for the beginnings of a fun night… But she was still not satisfied in Leslie’s test run in order to do such a thing, plus she was pretty exhausted from a long day.

“Sooooo… I’m going to be on the night shift tomorrow, I can stay up late tonight. How about we go out for dinner tonight? Unless you’ve already eaten. Then I'll just grab something from my fridge” Jessie couldn’t help herself any longer; having Leslie standing there in nothing but a shirt and panties was killing her. “But whatever you’d like to do tonight…how about you go put some pants on first.” Jessie said as swatted playfully at Leslie’s rear.
 
Two things Jessie had done made Leslie very happy. The first was the gorgeous woman giving her an admiring look. She liked to know her neighbor appreciated what she was seeing. The second was how Jessie had leaned on her. There were benefits from being friends before Leslie had asked Jessie to go out with her. They were already pretty close and use to being around one another, and more important they had already figured out compatibility. They were most certainly compatible. It wasn't a sexual thing, Leslie hadn't found that out and it seemed on that end it was up to her enjoying what Jessie so enjoyed. It was a general compatibility as who they were as people. On that end Jessie was near perfect in Leslie's eyes. She was tough, knew her way around a gun, responsible, knew how to drink, funny, adorable, and so many other things Leslie had noticed and was continuing to learn. Sure, she had a bit of an issue with forgetting things, like that first night, but she eventually gave in and Leslie never gave up.

"Feel free to arrest me any time officer... I could do some kind of work for release program right?" She grinned, phrasing being a wonderful thing. Jokes aside Leslie could barely hide how excited she was that Jessie was with her, even if she was prepared to have similar treatment as the night before. "I was actually waiting to eat, I thought you may just make it back." She smiled, it definitely made things easier with Leslie understanding Jessie's work hours, it meant she could handle her neighbor being a little late without ruining their planned night together. Chances are she wouldn't have eaten at all if Jessie hadn't shown up, just on the off chance she would have some time with the woman.

She whined gently as Jessie told her to put some pants on and pouted, but was cheered right up by a swat on her delicate bum. "And here I thought you would like me without pants." She turned around, giving a little swagger as she walked away. It was nothing compared to that sexy gait of Jessie's, but it gave a good look at the amazing lower half of Leslie's body. She could stop there though and as she was about to exit the room she lifted her shirt up just a bit and gave a graceful twirl, showing off a toned stomach and smooth back. If Jessie had been looking closely she made had noticed an old knife wound, but Leslie didn't try to hide her scars, especially around someone she thought would understand. It was nice to not have to even think about it.

It didn't take long for Leslie to get changed and return to Jessie's side, not only wearing some jeans but also a new shirt. It was a bit more stylish, clinging tight to her well trained body. She also had her phone, her wallet because she planned on paying, and her favorite pocket knife because she never left home without it. "Alright officer, where are we going?" She didn't really care as long as they were going together. She wouldn't have minded something like a steak or a burger, though really she was good with anything, anything except vegan crap or Mexican food. Leslie had never understood it herself but she hated 'Mexican'. She would give authentic food a shot but everything she had ever had was disappointing and an insult to the ingredients.
 
Jessie made a mental note to always show up for a date because Leslie would be waiting for her. ”She will make such a perfect pet…” An image of Leslie in a leather collar, waiting patiently on the couch for her Mistress to come home worked it’s way into her mind, and it made Jessie smile.

“Oh I like you very much without pants.” The cop purred out the reassurance. But the lack of pants was also the problem; she liked the view way too much and it was very distracting. Those dark eyes were fixated on the soft sway of Leslie’s hips as she walked away towards the bedroom. Jessie was practically drooling over the bit of tan skin that was revealed to her when Leslie flipped her shirt up. The cop’s eyes drifted over the knife wound as she admired her friend’s body. The slashed skin didn’t bother her really, if anything it was a turn on, scars were like marks of honor in the werewolf community. But the ruined flesh reminded her of her own scars, blemishes that she was a little self-conscious showing to humans. Her allergy to silver made the two knife wounds that she had sustained from hunters look more like chemical burns than scarred cuts. Hopefully Leslie wouldn’t mind them, they were in fairly innocuous places anyways.

Jessie waited by the door, debating on whether or not she should go get changed herself while she waited for Leslie. Before she could make up her mind either way though, her friend came out, fully dressed and looking sexy as ever. When asked what they were going to have for dinner, Jessie quickly glanced down at her wrist to check the time. “Ah… It’s getting kind of late. The only things open will probably be pubs.” Jessie tilted her head up to give Leslie a light kiss on the cheek. “Just let me get changed real quick and then we can head out.” She really didn’t like to wear her uniform out to a bar or pub. Some officers did, mostly when they went to McGeary’s because that’s where all the cops hung out after their shift. But Jessie didn’t much feel like going down there tonight. So she headed towards her apartment, letting Leslie follow her if she pleased.

She didn’t want to waste anymore of their time and got changed as quickly as she could. It only took a moment for her to get out of her uniform and into a pair of jeans and simple graphic t-shirt. Then she was a flurry of movement, grabbing her keys, wallet, cell phone, and Leslie’s hand so that they could make way towards the car, her car. It wasn’t that Jessie didn’t like other people driving…it was just that she hated other people driving.

“We can go to State Street Pub, that place is pretty good.” Jessie said as she unlocked her car and hopped inside. Jessie loved her red Charger. She had never been much of a gearhead before. But when her old police force had switched to the Dodge Charger, she’d taken a greater liking to muscle cars.

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Jessie wrapped her arm around Leslie’s waist as they headed up to the restaurant, tugging her in nice and close. The cop’s grasp was protective rather than possessive. She wasn’t an overbearing Mistress, Leslie could have all the freedom she wanted. All Jessie cared about was sending a signal that this gorgeous woman belonged to someone.
 
It was almost odd for Leslie to feel so happy around another person. Generally her emotions were more excitement than anything, her desire to sleep with whoever was with her for the night being the driving factor. Really her libido was in control those nights. With Jessie, while the excitement was as strong as ever, there were other distinct emotions. She was just happy to spend time with her and it gave everything a more lovely feeling. She was smiling more to be sure and at the lightest kiss on her cheek she felt ecstatic. Fireworks at each light touch. It was a state of being she could get use to. So Leslie was doing her best to enjoy it, and not just in being the good obedient little thing Jessie wanted, but pushing right back at the same time. She was trying to be just the right amount of sexy for Jessie to remain in the dark to her overall plan. So far it seemed to be working too because she had caught a few smiles from her neighbor already and it was a worthwhile sight.

"Pub huh." She sounded happy with that and she was, a drink or two with dinner would make it a nice night. She followed Jessie out of her apartment, locking the door behind them, but didn't follow Jessie into her apartment. She waited outside and leaned against the wall. She barely had time to push off and turn when Jessie came out before she was being pulled along, the feeling of Jessie's hand grasping her own being heavenly and she responded in kind. It felt nice, especially considering a day ago and Leslie's hand on Jessie's would have been met with an opposing look or none too subtle shift. Every flirt and attempt to cop a feel had been stopped quickly. It made her question the reasons behind Jessie's rejection of her 'friendly' gropes. Sure the cop was serious about the commitment thing, that much was certain, but that couldn't be all. She had a suspicion that the feelings had been mutual for longer than she was aware.

That thought wasn't one she was going to bring up or share aloud but instead a happy thought just for herself. Leslie liked the idea of having the attention of such a gorgeous woman from the start. Besides, as cute as Jessie would have been if confronted with something that made her embarrassed, which Leslie assumed that topic of conversation would do just that, she preferred the idea of a more relaxing car ride conversation, Jessie was tired after all and she wanted to make it a nice night for her new girlfriend... Well trial girlfriend, Leslie didn't really like the trial stipulation though.

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Leslie couldn't help but feel proud when they arrived at the pub, because Jessie was keeping her snuggled up close and the reason was pretty clear. She wanted to make it known Leslie was her's, and where that would usually irritate her it didn't in this case. For once it was true. Really she was happy because it was a double edged blade, and with people being aware that Leslie belonged to Jessie they became aware that Jessie was a taken commodity. She was a bit possessive when she actually had something she wanted, stingy even. It wasn't usually with women, it was too rare for her to even consider one special, but it was with Jessie and she received those thoughts. Leslie didn't want anyone trying for who she was so eager and desperate to have beside her.

When they were seated it finally ended and Leslie wanted to pout a bit, and did to a small degree with a little 'aw' under her breath as they parted. She was in public so she controlled it but she was as odd as ever. She sat down with a charming smile and "Thank you" directed towards the waitress before looking at Jessie, a much larger smile directed at the cop. "So what do you recommend?"
 
The hostess that seated them was a pretty little thing. Blonde hair, blue eyes; the stereotypical cute young woman that worked the front of the house of a restaurant. Jessie wasn’t worried about it though, as long as her arm was wrapped around Leslie she knew that no one would dare make a move on her. “You’re cute when you smile.” Jessie murmured the complement softly as they were seated, loud enough for Leslie to hear. Really Leslie was just cute because she was huffing her displeasure after Jessie had let go of her.

“Ummm. The wings are really good, so are the burgers... Don’t get the mac and cheese or the chili, unless you like eating paste.” Jessie’s voice sounded a little distracted as she looked over the menu, even though she already knew what she was going to get. Her distraction came from trying to split her attention between running her fingers up Leslie’s thigh while pretending to be reading the menu and flipping through the pages with her other hand. Her fingers lazily circled around Leslie’s knee before they walked up her inner thigh, following the seam of her jeans. Closer and closer they got to her core, Jessie could almost feel the heat radiating from-

“Welcome to State Street Pub-“

”Ugghh…why do servers always come around when you don’t want them to?!”

“-My name is Ashley, I’ll be your waitress this evening. Are you ladies ready to order or do you need a little more time with the menu?”

Jessie had pulled her hand away from Leslie’s lap before they were discovered. She didn’t trust her friend to hold it together if she kept teasing while they were placing their orders anyways. The cop glanced up from her menu, having to do a little bit of a double take when she saw their server; the werewolf was faithful, she wasn’t blind. One cursory glance of the waitress told her that the woman was gorgeous and was right up Leslie’s alley! Well, she supposed now was as good a time as any to see if Leslie had the capability of being faithful.
 
Leslie had known something was coming when they sat down because Jessie was a proven tease at this point. Even if Jessie had told Leslie everything she was going to do it wouldn't have mattered. At a certain point it became all about the act and the skill, and while a moment of surprise brought a gentle unstoppable moan from Leslie's lips there was more to it than that. Feeling those fingers travel slowly up her thigh was distracting, and the bodyguard looked over at Jessie with a light blush on her cheeks. On the other hand Jessie seemed just fine, concentrating on the menu and not even looking up. "J-Jessie..." Leslie whined gently, trying to think about her dinner but being unable to do anything other than feel each tiny movement of her neighbor's fingers. Fuck, how she wanted release, or at least to grab that hand and move it up faster. Hell at her current level of frustration Leslie would be fine with just hearing someone else climax. She could have held herself off by going under the table and taking care of Jessie, making her hold back those cute moans she had released the night before and endure a little punishment of her own.

Jessie wouldn't have it though and Leslie knew that. She was well aware that she was still being tested and how being obedient and proving she could handle what was being thrown at her was the point. That didn't mean she didn't have some rebellious thoughts, and once Jessie decided to date her for real she would be sure to throw in her little rebellions to make things interesting. It was all about pleasing her at the moment though and aside from her small bit of whining she did nothing to impede Jessie's actions. Someone else decided to do that for her.

When the waitress showed up the teasing stopped and Leslie sighed in relief as her legs closed in automatic response. A simple word to open them would have been sufficient to make her do so but the thought that she had any say in it ultimately made her more comfortable. Still, when she looked up and a gentle, "Damn" escaped her lips she knew she was in trouble. Her realization wasn't as fast as her mouth though and the conditioning to flirt struck first. "I think I figured out what I want..." There was a soft purr to her voice but it wasn't on purpose, just one of those things she did when the urge to flirt came about.

The waitress smiled and raised an eyebrow, playing along with a little "Oh? And what might that be?" her voice a bit playful as she momentarily forgot that she had seen the two come in together quite close.

It was lucky for Leslie her good sense kicked the shit out of her instinctual flirt side, the mental battle being over and jolting the hunter to her senses as she gulped, scared to even look over at Jessie. "Uh, a burger and fries, oh and no onion or mustard on that." The purr and charm that had oozed out was gone so quickly it was hard to think it had ever been there. The waitress, while looking a bit disappointed seemed to make the connection to the way the two had come in quickly enough and instead of being slowed by it gave a gentle laugh and scribbled the order down. "And to drink?" Leslie needed alcohol more than ever. "Just get me something strong... Whiskey." The waitress nodded before turning to Jessie, and Leslie did as well, a nervous look on her face.

Nothing was as scary to Leslie as the moment the waitress walked away and Jessie could focus her full attention over to the hunter. She knew it wasn't going to be good and was stammering out an apology before Jessie had a chance to even glare properly, a hurried "Sorry! It wasn't... I..." Fuck covered her eyes with her hand and groaned before removing her hand and revealing her miserable expression. "I know this is important to you... It's just, being flirty and stupid is part of who I am... It's not as easy as I thought to turn it off. Will you give me another chance." She sounded sincere and she was, but most of all her heart was about to burst out of her chest, fear of being tossed aside. "Please don't give up on me." Her voice was low, a little whimper followed, and there was little else she could think to say.
 
Jessie tried to keep her face a mask of indifference as Leslie began to shove her foot into her big mouth as she flirted with their server. ”Seriously?! I AM SITTING RIGHT HERE!”!!!” The cop’s jaw tightened, her molars feeling as though they were going to explode from the pressure. But still, she managed to keep her rage to herself. Jessie hadn’t been kidding when she had told Leslie that she would regret it if she fucked this up. The animal inside of her rattled about in it’s cage, ready to sink her fangs right into that waitress’ arm, so ready infact that Jessie could feel her teeth lengthening. ”Oh yeah Les? What exactly is it that you want?” Before she could make a scene in the middle of a restaurant, her neighbor seemed to remember Jessie’s existence and backed off from her flirting.

“Black and bleu burger. Sweet potato fries instead of regular. And just a water for me, please.” Jessie’s words were clipped and professional. But her glare, her dark glare that was focused squarely on the waitress was enough to make the other woman cringe. Even sitting peacefully at a table, Jessie had an aura of a dangerous animal around her, one that even the most stupid of humans that dare talk to her mate could feel.

Jessie’s gaze was fixated on a point at the far wall once the waitress had left, mostly because she was not certain that she could refrain from leaping over the table and tackling Leslie to the ground so that she could wring her neck for being such a jackass if she turned to face her friend. She had told her to be certain! That if she wanted to complicate their relationship that she better be damn sure that she could stay faithful! And then she does shit like this?!?! Flirting with the waitress when Jessie was right here. What the hell would she have done to her if the cop wasn’t supervising her?!

”Hrrrmph…humans are not worth the trouble.” Her first instinct as a wolf was to just maul Leslie like she would an impertinent Beta. Her second instinct, which was far more rational, was to just get up and leave. ”Yeah…let her worry about finding a cab to get home as punishment for being such an inconsiderate ass.” But then Leslie quickly blurted out an apology, and Jessie wasn’t entirely sure what she should do. Leaving was starting to seem like less of a good idea…

“Fine…” ”Weak…” Maybe her wolf was right, maybe she was weak. Here she was, buckling under the pressure of some ‘sorries.’ “Last chance, Leslie.” With a soft sigh at the sound of her neighbor’s whimper, the brunette turned to face her. Leslie looked as sincere as she sounded. And she was kinda cute when she was begging for forgiveness… “Don’t make me regret it.” Jessie’s words were firm, but her eyes softened just a touch. She knew that she was asking a lot for a human to behave, even more so because that human was Leslie.

Jessie leaned forward, nuzzling at Leslie’s cheek so that she knew that everything was going to be okay, coaxing her to tilt her head to the side so that she could lean down at her newly bared neck. “Mine…” Jessie growled softly before sinking her teeth right into Leslie’s neck. She was very, very careful to not break the skin and spread her disease. Instead she focused on bruising the flesh, on suckling on it to leave a nice, dark hickey. Maybe an actual little visible brand would help deter people from encouraging Leslie’s bad habits, and the pain from the mark would help her friend remember that she belonged to someone.
 
Leslie felt like a complete piece of crap after realizing the one thing Jessie wanted to test had just been done in front of her. Leslie was just so use to being 'friendly' and flirty with people that it wasn't easy to turn it off. Still, that didn't excuse what she had done, especially considering she had done so blatantly in front of the possessive creature sitting across from her. Nothing she was saying to herself as punishment was as hard hitting as the look on Jessie's face. In reality Leslie had never seen such a frightening expression on another woman and definitely nothing near that for her. Sure she had seen some women who were ready to kill, but Jessie's look was something far more threatening and it sent shivers up Leslie's spine. She almost wanted to tell the poor waitress to run in case the cop reached up and smashed her into the table. Luckily Jessie was a woman of restraint, she would have to be in order to be a cop. Perhaps that wasn't so fortunate for Leslie when it meant the full brunt of anger would be directed at her, but it was better than the alternative.

That was if she wasn't dumped right on the spot. It was a legitimate fear considering what she had done, the one thing Leslie was supposed to prove being more rubbed in Jessie's face than proven. She could only hold her breath as Jessie looked at her and seemed to consider a different answer than the one she spoke aloud. Even then it didn't sound so reassuring and the hunter couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach. It was like being caught cheating on a test, that light-headed stone in the stomach feeling. None of the words had the same effect as the small nuzzling soon given to her, that was the point Leslie calmed down a bit and her heart returned to its normal rhythm.

She would have said thank you but when Jessie moved in to claim her she instinctively reacted in a less verbal and more physical way. It was her effort to communicate how serious she was. So in the middle of the restaurant she tilted her head and let Jessie's teeth bite down on her delicate flesh, moaning gently without a care if anyone heard as the mark was put on her. She didn't even move until Jessie pulled back, and when she did Leslie leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, "I'm only yours..." She didn't whisper, she spoke loud enough for whoever was listening close by to hear, because to Leslie it didn't matter who knew and only that Jessie knew. She wasn't some shy girl like many of the people out there. She would have had Jessie bend her over the table if she wanted, as long as the person she gave a shit about was happy. Perhaps that was the part of her most like a submissive, the part of her who only cared what select people thought and would do anything to ensure their happiness.

She was an action oriented person to begin with, so when the drink came back around she naturally tilted her head and made sure the waitress got a good look at the brand, the mark that she was taken. The girl blushed before running back off to check on their orders and Leslie looked up to smile at Jessie. "I'm yours." She wanted to reiterate the point and let Jessie know that the second chance was not going to be wasted. She would watch her mouth and with it being so difficult to do she would just try harder. She just hoped the few times she did slip up Jessie would forgive her. Then again if her next screw up was any time soon she would probably be fucked anyways, and not in a fun way. For now she had to focus on dinner though, because soon food would come out and the rest of the night had to be salvaged, or at least she needed to make it through the night without making Jessie any more angry.
 
I’m only yours… A shiver of delight ran down Jessie’s back as those sweet words reached her ears. To make things even better, it turned out that Leslie was just so shameless, going so far as to let out that tantalizing moan. It was turning out to be very hard to stay mad at a woman that was appealing so well to Jessie’s dominant side. ”Agh, fuck me and my damn rules!” All she wanted to do was bend Leslie over and claim her properly, to fuck her until her voice was hoarse from screaming Jessie’s name.

The sour mood that she had been in moments before could not keep Jessie from smiling when she noticed how Leslie tilted her head to show off her brand to the waitress. ”Maybe she will make a good sub after all…” Her friend was definitely a good pet, showing off marks of ownership rather than being ashamed or embarrassed and hiding them.

Jessie wasn’t so ironclad in her terms to leave as perhaps she came off as. Well, perhaps for now, during this trial period she would be. Yes, she had had a very strong urge to maul Leslie with her fangs only moments before. But if they could just get past this period, Leslie would have a little more wiggle room. Jessie didn’t want her to stop being herself, she knew this flirty nature was part of who Leslie was. Hell, she had thought the other woman’s odd ‘friendly’ nature was adorable. But Jessie just wanted to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter what came out of Leslie’s mouth, that the bodyguard would be coming home to her every night and not some other random female.

Even the relationships of werewolves required some work. Perhaps deciding that this human infront of her would be a good mate would require even more work. But, Jessie wasn’t afraid of putting in a little extra effort. If Leslie could just show her that she had an excellent amount of self-control, enough so that Jessie didn’t have to play the part of paranoid girlfriend, she would do whatever it took to keep them together. Even maybe tell her about the whole werewolf thing…but hopefully that would be a conversation much, much farther down the road.

“Don’t have too many of those.” Jessie’s eyes flicked down to Leslie’s drink. She really wasn’t much a mother hen, Leslie could drink as much as she pleased and Jessie didn’t care, so long as she didn’t throw up. But tonight she had plans for the bodyguard, plans that required her to be fairly sober. “Your punishment is going to require you to have a clear head.” She decided to explain the reasoning behind her sudden interest in how much Leslie drank, rather than have her friend think of her as the type of woman that transformed into a nag the moment they became emotionally involved.

The rest of the dinner went by without incident. Sometimes Jessie would have a difficult time returning to conversation after long, comfortable silences. It was obvious that the cop was planning something absolutely awful for Leslie’s punishment. Jessie had several ideas, but she couldn’t work out which one she wanted to do. So she was a little distracted running each scenario through in her head, analyzing it and breaking it down to whether or not it was torture, a punishment, or a reward disguised as a punishment.

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Once they got back to her place, Jessie had settled on what sort of punishment would be appropriate for Leslie. The cop paused and grabbed a chair from her diningroom/kitchen, dragging it out into the center of the living room where there would be enough room for her to do what she wanted. “Sit.” Not even brothering to make sure that Leslie actually followed the order, Jessie headed towards the guest bedroom so that she could grab a few things from her trunk.
 
There was a distinct feeling of pleasure residing on Jessie's face when Leslie showed off the mark and she was glad it was so. She liked thinking that just her willingness to let people know she belonged to someone pleased Jessie. For Leslie that was no problem because while small intimate things could embarrass her she was quite comfortable with most everything else. It was just one benefit of her odd personality. Her personality wasn't the only one with a few oddities however, Jessie was showing more and more that she was not your regular woman. She had strength that was unique sure, but the real interesting part of her was the dominant side she had been unveiling little by little to Leslie. The hunter loved it. It didn't just make things interesting but it turned her on, the feeling of being wanted by someone that much, being claimed, and the possibilities for what would happen when Jessie decided to really take her. It was going to be magnificent.

Leslie's keen insight was picking up on a less wonderful future though. Throughout the meal there would be silences, mainly just the two of them enjoying the food, and Jessie seemed a bit tired from work which had Leslie taking her time and not trying to force conversation or rush their meal. Yet there was a look on Jessie's face that gave away her mind, that she was thinking about something much more intimidating than her work day or soft bed. It wasn't anything they talked about either because for the most part the conversation remained light. It caused Leslie to use those silences to contemplate what Jessie was thinking, a fruitless line of thought if she had ever had one. She was not going to know Jessie's mind, and so her best option was to just wait and see, all the while making sure not to be 'friendly' with their waitress again. Leslie was truly on her best behavior for the rest of the dinner, and even went as far as insisting on paying to the bitter end.

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On arriving back at Jessie's place the atmosphere had changed from one of a date and light conversation to more serious. Jessie had that look on her face again and Leslie shivered in delight as an order game from sure lips. She chewed on her bottom lip as she nodded and went to take her seat in the middle of the living room. Upon plopping down she watched Jessie leave the room and go to the guest room, and Leslie became well aware the punishment was going to start soon. This was part of what she needed to be tested on. Both Jessie and Leslie needed to know whether this was something Leslie wanted, because while she loved being with Jessie, the hunter had yet to experience the true form of the relationship she was vying for. If current excitement was any indication of how she was going to enjoy it she felt confident, because those demanding words and Jessie's confident swagger both had Leslie's body ready for this new world of pleasure. Oh equal parts excitement and nervousness, she felt similar to her first time, because with Jessie and with this lifestyle it was her first time.
 
Jessie spent a little longer than she absolutely had to in the guest bedroom, sifting through her trunk. Most of her lingering was for dramatic effect, but a little bit of it was because she wanted to make sure she chose the tools of a perfect starter set with Leslie. They’d known each other for months, which was good, so Jessie felt a little more comfortable planning out the entire scene, but they had never actually really done a scene before. So she chose toys that were padded instead of metal, suede instead of leather, and no ballgag…even though it was very tempting to grab a ballgag.

“Eyes forward.” Jessie called out before she rounded the corner. She had positioned the chair so that Leslie’s back was facing the hallway, and she was stuck looking at the door for the balcony which had the blinds drawn. Jessie didn’t want Leslie to see what was going to be used on her. Infact there was such a high level of secrecy about the toys that Jessie set them down on the coffee table, only keeping the blindfold and wrist cuffs in her hand. A few strides over to Leslie and Jessie was behind her, putting that blindfold on and then leaning down to kiss her neck. “Mmm…I’m going to go relatively easy on you, okay?” ‘Relative’ being the key word, what was ‘easy’ for Jessie might not be ‘easy’ for a brand new sub. Jessie kept kissing and nuzzling at Leslie’s neck to warm her up a little bit and reassure her, just to help her transition to the lack of sight from the blindfold.

“Shirt off, bra too.” Jessie waited patiently, not moving forward anymore until Leslie had taken off her own top and bra for her. She took only a moment to admire the skin that was bared to her before she remembered that she was supposed to be in the middle of something. So once Leslie’s arms had come back down, Jessie took them. She led her wrists so that they would be behind the chair, and then cuffed them with her padded leather wrist restraints. They weren’t quite as fun as her handcuffs were, but they were nice and comfortable for a new sub, especially one that was going to be in the same position for a while.

“Have you been thinking of a safe word, pet?” Jessie’s voice had drifted away slightly as she moved towards the coffee table to pick up a tool, one that dragged softly against the wood as Jessie picked it up. “Because I can assign you something, if you have not thought of one.” Jessie smiled to herself as her fingers danced over the rod of her old riding crop. Oh, how she had missed this toy in particular. Wielding it was like riding a bike, with a well-practiced flick of her wrist, Jessie had the leather tongue striking Leslie’s left breast with a loud SMACK!, and just as easily began running the soft leather over the blossoming patch of red skin to soothe it.
 
Waiting for Jessie to return was the worst part of it all, as uncertainty usually was. It gave Leslie time to really think about it all, but it wasn't just the situation the hunter was thinking about. She couldn't help but smile once her mind made it through the possibilities, all of which were formed using porn knowledge. After that she was thinking about Jessie in general and how fucking happy she had been since she met the woman. Even before she asked the cop out she had been looking forward to getting home more, had cut back on gambling, and had just felt more at ease. As cliche as it sounded Jessie made Leslie want more for herself, and that something more was the woman herself. That did make her a bit more desperate, the feelings associated with Jessie making her success in the trial seem all the more imperative. She couldn't imagine being so close and failing, it just wasn't an option. So far it had been easy to a degree, as long as she watched her flirting, but what was about to happen was the true test, whether she enjoyed being a sub.

Leslie's body moved before her mind comprehended what Jessie had demanded, her entire body facing the direction of the balcony. It was tempting to turn around but not only would that really get her in trouble, but it would ruin the surprise which had Leslie so sexually excited. Leslie jolted a bit as the blindfold was put over her eyes, not in fear but because the instinct in her was to attack anyone who tried to do something like that to her. She kept it suppressed easy enough but the slight reaction was proof she was not accustomed to something like that. "Yes Mistress." Leslie's response was the one she was under the impression Jessie would want, as everything she had seen on the subject had indicated respect and the title Mistress was to be used during play. It had another purpose as well, to show Jessie that she wasn't scared, that she was sure this was what she wanted. She was accepting her role in their relationship.

Leslie's head tilted back as Jessie gave her reassuring affection and she moaned gently as her body heated up. She could have made a night of being kissed and touched by this woman but she knew it had to end, and it did with another order. This one was easy for Leslie, and while her eyes and the spark in them were covered, the grin on her face as she removed her shirt and bra spoke towards her confidence. Leslie knew she was attractive and she didn't give a damn about showing off her body. In fact she liked to, it usually impressed. Still, there were the few wounds on her flesh and she was self-conscious in a way beneath the surface of her confidence.

She had no time to think of the few holes in her confidence as her hands were cuffed. Luckily it was a comfortable pair of restraints, though there was still a certain discomfort being restrained at all. There was also the slight disappointment that she wasn't being cuffed by those sexy handcuffs she knew Jessie had. She couldn't help but wonder if the metal cuffs were avoided to make a distinction between officer and the Domme. Whatever the case she inhaled softly as she was bound and turned her head ever so slightly as Jessie's voice moved further away. "I really didn't give it much thought..." Admittedly Leslie hadn't really considered needing a safe word, she was a tough woman and unless she could use a safe word to stop teasing she probably wouldn't need one. Still, if she had to have one she would like it to be one of her own and quickly thought about what would be appropriate.

Leslie cried out before she could finish thinking, the striking of something against her flesh bringing her back to the situation at hand. Still, the issue of a safe word was at hand and she was trying to think of something fitting even as the first strike came and the expectancy of more tried to wrestle away her attention. She wanted it to be something intimate, a word that connected them and not some dumb word like red or mercy. It was dumb but she finally decided on one and couldn't help but smile "Neighbor. How about neighbor for my safe word?" It didn't really fit with the who dominant and submissive thing but that could be a good thing. Such an out of place word would get Jessie's attention if she needed it to and it was how they met.
 
Honestly Jessie would have thought that Leslie would read/watch every scrap of media she possibly could that involved BDSM and would see why safe words where a good idea. Things could get pretty extreme…though it was unlikely that Jessie would do even half the things that one might see in a bondage porno. Plus she supposed that her friend liked to think of herself as a tough girl that wouldn’t need to cry ‘mercy’. Still, she liked to have one, if only because if Leslie decided to really struggle sometime then Jessie wouldn’t hesitate to put her in a pain compliance hold just as she did for combative criminals. When Leslie finally gave her a sfe word, Jessie turned the proposed word around in her head. ‘Neighbor’…it seemed simple and distinct enough that Leslie would probably be able to grunt out something like ‘neighbor’ with a ball gag in her mouth.

“Neighbor. Sounds perfect.” Jessie purred out her approval, both at the word and at Leslie’s bared top half. The bodyguard was absolutely breathtaking, the perfect blend of leanness and curves. Even with those scars, Jessie found her perfect. Part of her wished to dip her head down and take a dusky nipple from one of those tempting mounds into her mouth to tease with her tongue...but while such explorations would definitely be fun, they could hardly constitute as a punishment.

So Jessie focused on using her riding crop to explore Leslie’s body, dragging the leather tongue down between her breasts, over her taunt stomach, and straight between her legs. “I’m a mean Mistress, aren’t I pet?” Jessie asked as she used the thin rod of the crop to nudge Leslie’s thighs apart. “I riled you up last night…got you nice and wet but wouldn’t let you cum…” As she spoke, she began running the tip of the crop right between Leslie’s legs, pressing as hard as she could to grind the seam of the bodyguard’s jeans right against her clothed, but parted slit. “You must have been so horny all day today hmm? Is that why you decided to misbehave tonight?” With a quick snap of her wrist Jessie struck Leslie’s wanting sex with a smack! that was slightly dulled by the fabric of her pants.

Apparently the memory of how Leslie had flirted with the waitress was still fresh enough to dredge up Jessie’s anger and irritation. A soft growl rumbled in her throat, she could hear that purr that had been directed to another female. Her gripped tightened around crop, making the leather creak softly as she swung it up and around, striking Leslie right across the face with the leather tongue with a loud CRACK! She could have hit Leslie much, much harder, and part of her did wish to hit her hard enough to draw blood. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the reminder that Leslie was human, Leslie did not have the same undying loyalty to an Alpha as wolves had…nor did she have a body that was capable of rapid healing.

“I know that you are little more than a bitch in heat right now, pet.” Jessie was gentler with the crop, using it to urge Leslie’s head so that it was tilted upwards and facing her. Even though the bodyguard couldn’t see her, that didn’t keep Jessie from wanting to observer her closely. “But if you don’t try harder to control urges, you’re never going to get to cum. Understand?”
 
Just as purring gave Leslie the illusion of hope Jessie snatched it all away, taking her on a roller coaster of expectation that only continued to plummet back down to reality. Not that reality was so bad and in fact was more enjoyable than the bodyguard would have ever imagined prior to experiencing it. Each movement of the tool being used on her aroused the spot on her body experiencing it, the pain only heightening the sensitivity of her flesh and causing the surrounding areas to expect something... Though at this point she wasn't sure whether to expect further pain or delicate pleasure. It seemed Jessie knew that reaction all too well as even in the short time since she had started the woman had kept a randomness to her actions. It was enough variation to keep Leslie guessing indefinitely and keep the anticipation building ever higher. Leslie couldn't help but think she had picked the right woman to discover her kinky side with, because the level of skill she could only assume Jessie had was phenomenally high. It was just her luck to have a dedicated and learned woman like her gorgeous neighbor introduce her to the unique style of play.

It wasn't exactly play though, there was something more entangled to it. It had a quality that connected what was happening to the events outside of the 'session' normal sex just didn't have. It was thrilling and she was looking forward to learning so much more. For the moment she simply had to accept what she was being given, as punishment for her little misstep earlier that evening. Her head nodded as she was questioned, replying as honestly as she could and letting her voice escape only ever so slightly to reinforce her gesture, a low "Yes." Yes, Jessie was mean, but fuck if it wasn't the best type of mean Leslie had ever been on the receiving side of. It was a special kind of mean that made her body beckon for more even as she dread it.

She moaned as her hungry sex was teased through her jeans, the pressure as small as it was igniting her desires that had barely been hidden away since the night before. Leslie wasn't embarrassed by that, she was horny and she would be insane not to be. Something else had her blushing moments later however, it was another louder moan as Jessie struck her with the instrument, her voice pouring out in sweet delight from what was supposed to hurt, and did. The pain wasn't enough to defeat the pleasure it caused her. She had never understood how pain could equal pleasure, she wondered what kind of freaky girls got turned on by being hit, and yet here she was doing just that. Jessie had enveloped her body with so much tension and desire that it was responding to everything and it was a new feeling for sure.

Submission... Leslie felt more comfortable with it all than she ever would have assumed. So much so she started to nod even after she was called a bitch in heat, her skin tingling and burning at the insult as if excited by such a prospect. She tilted her head up as she was led to and chewed her lower lip as that commanding voice spoke to her, Jessie's tone intoxicating. As much as she felt like she was changed when tied and controlled by Jessie it paled in comparison to what Jessie became when she stepped in to her element as Mistress. "I understand Mistress... I'll work harder to please you." Leslie's voice trembled slightly but not out of fear or nervousness, but because just thinking about release was making her body quiver and mind scream for what she had been denied for long enough already. Her ability to resist her urges was what had put her in this predicament, was the reason for her punishment, and it was the reason she was having such a hard damn time without her precious orgasms. She was like a junkie needing a fix and Jessie had the only cure. Ugh, it had to be a punishment.
 
“I think you like getting hit entirely too much.” Jessie smirked as she surveyed her pet. Leslie was a moaning, quivering mess and the werewolf could catch the scent of her arousal in the air. “Kinky little pain slut, aren’t you pet?” The cop asked as she dragged the crop down from Leslie’s neck to her breasts, circling her right nipple, dragging the soft leather over the pebbled flesh several times before flicking the pert nipple with the tongue. “Since this is supposed to be your punishment…I guess I’ll just have to try a little harder.”

Having a feeling that Leslie would have a high tolerance for pain because her occupation put her in a lot of physical danger, Jessie had come with more toys than just the crop. She moved away from her pet and set the riding crop back down onto the coffee table. ”Heh…maybe fucking with her mind a little bit will get her so wound up that it hurts.” With that idea in mind, the cop began to tug off her t-shirt and jeans. Leslie would hear the soft rustling of clothes against skin and the sound of fabric floating down to rest onto the floor. The cop had taken off every shred of clothing she had had on, exposing a lean, muscular physique…unfortunately Leslie wouldn’t get to see any of it because of that blindfold.

”Now what to tease her with…” Jessie looked at a few of the toys she had brought out. The flogger was tempting, but she rather use that on Leslie’s ass rather than her front. ”Hmm…” After a moment of thought, Jessie grabbed the nipple clips, as well as a strap-on off the table and moved back to Leslie. She set the strap-on on the floor before she straddled her pet’s lap, getting nice and comfortable as she placed each nipple clip on a hardened nub and began to tighten them. She only stopped when Leslie let out her first show of discomfort and then left them like that.

“There we go, much better.” Jessie gave the chain between then nipple clamps an experimental tug, trying to see how hard she would have to pull to get Leslie to stop moaning and start yelping. “Perfect…now be a good girl and leave those on.” Even though she had the blindfold on, Leslie could probably hear how Jessie was smugly grinning at the little joke. “I have something else for you to wear.” And with that, Jessie got up out of Leslie’s lap and knelt down on the floor infront of her, picking up the strap on and smacking her lover on the outer thigh. “Come on pet, hips up.” Jessie helped Leslie up a little bit so that she could slide the harness onto her. It was a little awkward dragging the straps over the other woman’s jeans, but eventually Jessie had managed to wriggle them up Leslie’s legs and get the toy situated between her legs.

“I gotta say pet, I wish I had a camera for this.” Jessie always lost everything, so she wouldn’t even bother searching for her cellphone so that she could snap a picture. So she let her eyes roam over her pet, trying to burn the image into her mind. She had a gorgeous, half-naked brunette in the middle of her living room, with her arms bound behind the chair, a blindfold over her eyes, and a thick cock between her legs. All she needed was a ballgag and Leslie would have made the perfect toy. Though, rarely did Jessie ever want to play with toys, she preferred her pets, even though they could prove to be difficult with their willfulness.

Now that her toy was perfectly set up, Jessie moved to straddle Leslie again. This time instead of cloth pressing up against her chest, Leslie would feel bare breasts pressed up against her own. She adjusted a little bit in Leslie’s lap to get comfortable, the cop jumped slightly as the cool toy pressed against her sopping wet, hot folds. A shiver ran through her body and she forced herself to rest against the toy and get it warmed up. Her hips began rolling, grinding into the toy, pressing the base of it between Leslie’s legs as she got it slick and ready with her own juices.

“Do you deserve to watch me ride this cock, pet?”
 
Leslie had never known herself to enjoy pain before but the situation brought out a deep appreciation and pleasure that was undeniable. She cooed as Jessie teased her flesh further and moaned once more as she was flicked. Fuck, it almost felt like Jessie was doing it all on purpose to drive her up the wall, to push her to that brink and make her beg. She didn't want to though not only because Jessie had said it was a punishment and begging for release would almost be insulting, but because there was this desire of her's to have Jessie want her to climax. Perhaps it was because it would feel like Jessie saying she had passed. Jessie wasn't going to make it easy on Leslie, because as soon as she felt use to the sensation of being smacked it stopped, and the most dreadful thing happened. Jessie was taking off her clothes. That lean body of Jessie's was being revealed and there was no way for Leslie to see it. She wanted to thrash in an attempt to get the damn blindfold off, to get a glimpse of what she had already imagined in her mind over and over. This was real torture. Each piece of clothing hitting the ground had the hunter on the verge of whimpering, her head turned ever so slightly towards the sound.

She knew how beautiful Jessie was and that just made it all the more antagonizing to think about her neighbor naked and her unable to see it. Her breath caught in her throat as Jessie straddled her, a wince of pain following at each clamp being placed on her nipples. She had never experienced anything like that before, the pressure and pain, it was just enough to give her the slightest pleasure until pulled and Jessie quickly found when it became painful for her. She leaned her head forward on Jessie's shoulder for the briefest moment, whining gently after the pained pull. An end to the punishment was not there yet, it seemed Jessie had icing on the cake and perhaps the most cruel part of it all still to come.

Leslie didn't make the connection at first and really not until it was completely on and she could get an idea of what exactly Jessie had just put on her. When it all clicked she whimpered gently, not knowing how she felt about having a strap-on and not being able to bend someone over. She did love toys. Admittedly Leslie used her fingers and mouth more than toys when she brought women home because she had a particular gift for that, but when she did bring out her cock it was always fun. That was not this though because Jessie had complete control and had been demonstrating that point with agonizing repetition. There was nothing she could say to it because even if she had wanted to, which she did not, Leslie wouldn't be able to say she didn't like it. She had been moaning more from hits and teasing than entire nights with other women. Whether it was Jessie or the odd play involved in her first BDSM experience, or even a combination of the two, Leslie was loving it.

Leslie's breath was coming out in gentle huffs, her excitement and desire built up to a point of desperation before she was mounted again. So when Jessie straddled her once more, as she felt those perfect tits pressed up against her own... As she felt Jessie start to grind atop her... Leslie was desperate. She couldn't have resisted her little whines and whimpers if she wanted to. Hell it took ever part of her to resist leaning forward and clasping her lips over exposed skin, and she was only able to hold back in fear of being denied something else because of it, or punished more all together. After the night before and this current situation she wasn't sure she could take another night. So when the question came and she finally had a reason to speak it took everything to hold back from yelling yes or please. Leslie knew she needed to keep herself in control, give the honest answer and not the one her body was screaming at her to say in hopes she would get her way. She wouldn't, Jessie had drilled that in already. For once Leslie wasn't going to have it easy, no quickie or cheap on night affair, not being in control or having it all go according to some plan. She had no control and Jessie wanted it that way.

"No..." She whimpered, it was almost pathetic, the hint of how badly she needed something hidden away. "I don't deserve to Mistress, I don't." She couldn't say anything to defend herself. She had promised to be good, to make Jessie feel comfortable accepting her feelings, and it wasn't just a promise to Jessie but to herself. In both regards she failed miserably. She had flirted with another woman right in front of this woman she claimed to have feelings for, and during a period she knew she was supposed to be on best behavior. So no, she didn't deserve to but she wanted to. It was all up to Jessie's mercy at that point, though Leslie felt no confidence that Jessie would give her access to the sexy sight that was soon to follow.
 
Of all the answers that Jessie had expected, ‘No’ had not been one of them. She’d been hoping for something more along the lines of ‘Yes! Mistress! Please, yes!’, the sort of mindless lie that subs couldn’t help but shout when they were but a few words from something they really wanted. Jessie had thought that Leslie was near that point, she had been whimpering and whining softly after all. Hell, she looked like she was salivating from whatever fantasy she surely had that involved Jessie’s bare chest. As disappointing as Leslie’s answer may have been, it still made Jessie smile. Even when there was something she really, really wanted, Leslie stayed honest, if a little pathetic. Jessie had to admire that.

“Such a good pet…tells me the truth even when I can feel how badly she wants this.” Jessie’s fingers began to trace fondly along Leslie’s arms, up over her shoulders, dancing along her collarbone and then stroking down her chest. She could almost feel the muscles trembling with the effort it took from not taking what she wanted. Leslie was being so good for her… perhaps she should be a little nicer to her… “I’m going to let you watch, pet. But don’t forget what happens to naughty bitches in heat that misbehave.” Strong fingers laced through Leslie’s hair and immediately grabbed tight hold, cranking her head back so that her neck was bared to Jessie. The cop dipped her head forward, teeth sinking right into Leslie’s neck as she grabbed hold to the chain of her nipple clamps and tugged the linked metal roughly. She suckled on the flesh of Leslie’s neck, matching the tension she kept on the nipple clamps with her warm wet mouth. With that warning, Jessie packed away slightly and reached her hands up to take off the blindfold and so that Leslie could see.

For Leslie’s benefit, she leaned back a little bit, letting the bodyguard get a better look at what she would get to play with on day, provided that she behaved. Her breasts were a little on the small side, but still perfectly fleshy with dusky nipples that were practically begging to be sucked. The cop’s body was a wonderful mix of soft curves and hard muscle. The only things that marred her caramel colored skin were an angry red scar on her shoulder and another along her oblique. Both old wounds were from hunters and their damn silver knives. Thankfully because of Jessie’s line of work, no one ever questioned where the scars came from.

“You are to watch, not help. If you dare move your hips to try to fuck me, I’m going to do a lot more than tug on these clamps.” It was no empty threat, and she roughly flicked one of the clamps to prove her point. Leslie was still in her trial run, which meant no sex. And if she tried to lift her hips upwards and contribute to Jessie’s orgasm, the cop was going to be pissed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Leslie to fuck her, she wanted that, more badly than she’d like to admit. But she knew once they got to that point, there would be no turning back. And at least now, just teasing Leslie, Jessie still could just walk away from all of this if she needed to.

After having ground her soaking wet slit into the toy and Leslie’s hips, Jessie figured that she could probably take it. She didn’t get fucked very often, truth be told she rather be the one wearing the toy rather than receiving. But when she was in a mood to tease and torment a pet, she liked to play with on this end of the thick dildo. Jessie lifted herself up, holding on to Leslie’s shoulder for balance with one hand and grabbing the shaft of the toy with the other. She went slow, and even then, Jessie let out a soft hiss of pain as the flared head of the dildo stretched her tight hole. Her grip tightened on Leslie’s shoulder, but she kept going, taking the entire length of the toy in one slow but smooth movement.

Once she was nestled comfortably back in Leslie’s lap, Jessie rolled her hips. Obviously the cop wasn’t in much of a rush, after all, she’d get to orgasm whenever she wanted. So after a few shallow bounces to get used to being stretched so full, she began to ride the cock in earnest. Her blunt nails dug into Leslie’s shoulders as the pleasure built up, her slit absolutely soaking wet, making the toy glisten and definitely ruining Leslie’s jeans for the evening.
 
A lot of times in life what you didn't have seemed much better than what you had. This was one of those times for Leslie. Being able to see Jessie, that gorgeous body and no doubt expression filled features as she extracted her punishment was all Leslie wanted. Yet as the blindfold was removed she instantly knew things had in fact just become much worse for her. What had seemed like the perfect pasture of tits and soft smooth flesh was more like a forest of temptation she couldn't afford to get lost in. If this newly presented stimulus managed to tempt the hunter she would be punished far more harshly, and she didn't think Jessie was trying to bluff at all. Oh how the bitch in heat fit her so perfectly, because in that moment she felt like little more than an animal fighting against her instinctual desires. The lust built up within her was being kept suppressed but it was such a weak control, Leslie was doing her best and it was barely enough. It didn't help that logic was being overridden by want, that despite knowing it weakened her resolve her eyes roamed every inch of skin revealed to her. It was impossible not to look now that she had been given sight, Jessie was far to beautiful to avoid.

As Jessie gave a more physical show of dominance Leslie moaned out, the pulling of her hair and teeth on her neck was enough to have her aching for more. It was given to her, and despite her cries with mixed pain she couldn't have been more turned on, her panties soaked and no doubt some evidence of her own juices would have been visible on her jeans if they hadn't already been covered in Jessie's. She was completely worked up and it was all thanks to the skillful abuses of her neighbor. Really Leslie had never felt more like a pervert, a kinky little slut or so it seemed. Even on her best days of serial flirting and one night stands. She had been playing in the minor league of sexual perversion. Jessie on the other hand was on a different level. She felt no need to be promiscuous or overly familiar, she seemed normal and controlled, Vanilla really, but nothing could have been further from the truth.

Leslie was of course always going to be a flirt, it was part of her odd little personality, but that was still miniscule in the grand scheme. "Yes Mistress..." She voiced out in a weak, trembling voice, her tone much like her body quivering as effort kept everything at bay. That two words help more power and excitement than any flirt or line ever could. Her voice was more sensual as she yelped at the tug of the clamps than an entire night of orgasms in softer sex. It was all new and superior and Leslie was adapting quickly, her head leaning back as she gave Leslie the same show of submission she had been giving her all along. There she was, struggling but keeping still, her entire body for Jessie's use.

Her head returned forward after a moment, the bodyguard refusing to miss the moment Jessie enveloped the strap-on inside of herself. Her eyes watched as the cop lowered herself on the cock, taking note of the hiss and how tight this woman seemed to be. How she wanted to caress her, kiss and comfort the woman as she pushed the toy in slowly, but no. She was being punished and had to watch as Jessie did all the work. She wasn't getting to fuck this enchanting woman and there was no passion, this was purely a torture, making her act as a tool to get Jessie off and not move a muscle. Several times she almost failed to be that, almost thrust, hips shaving as her muscles begged for permission to move. So she wrapped her legs around the legs of the chair and made fists of her hands, watching and whimpering but not fucking. She concentrated on the pain of the nails digging in to her flesh and the beauty of the woman in front of her, and tried her best to remember why it was she was being tormented with all of this.
 
Watching Leslie tilt her head back, baring a neck that was covered in Jessie’s bite and hickey marks was a surprisingly erotic. The sight was almost as sexy as the sound of Leslie’s voice whenever her voice trembled out the word ‘Mistress’. It all spurred on the animal side of Jessie, the side that loved to dominate, that fed off the submission of a Beta. Even though Leslie wasn’t a wolf, she certainly managed to behave like one. It brought a new sense of urgency to the motion of Jessie’s hips as she grew more aroused at just the thought of Leslie being her horny little Beta to fuck however she pleased.

The painful fullness of the cock had faded away and had become nothing but pure pleasure every time the ridges of the toy brushed against the sensitive spot on her front wall. “F-fuck!” Jessie panted, her nails digging roughly into Leslie’s shoulders. She was so close… but she couldn’t give up her grip on Leslie’s shoulders. Jessie was all too aware of the wonderful show her naughty pet was getting of delicious looking bouncing breasts merely inches from her lips. So she kept riding her fuck toy, forcing her body to keep going even though the muscles in her thighs and abs twitched with fatigue.

Finally her long day caught up with her and Jessie had to stop, though her hips did keep grinding against Leslie’s lap to get a little bit of movement with the toy. Meanwhile her left hand shot between her legs to furiously rub her swollen clit. The other hand tangled itself in Leslie’s hair, yanking upwards, forcing her pet’s gaze to be ripped away from her breasts and directed it down to her sopping wet slit. “Ohhhhh mmph-f-fuck!!” Jessie cried out as the knot in her core finally unraveled, a fresh batch of wetness coating Leslie’s lap as she came. Jessie managed to force a few quick, harsh bounces onto the cock before finally resting still.

As the pleasant afterglow of an orgasm washed over her, Jessie draped her arms over Leslie’s shoulders and moved forward to bury her face in the crook of her pet’s neck to rest for a moment. “Mmmm…” The cop purred softly as she nuzzled and kissed the delicate flesh that she had so roughly bitten only moments before. Even when she was in Mistress mode, Jessie would sometimes break character, just for a moment in order to snuggle and be affectionate, especially after an orgasm.

“Such a good pet…” A note of drowsiness clung to Jessie’s words. It appeared that she’d be ready for bed in mere minutes, but as she lifted her head up to look at Leslie, she could see need plastered all over her lover’s face. She had her so riled up and perfectly bound…it would be a shame to cut the scene short just because she was a little tired. “Nothing more than my little fuck toy aren’t you?” Slowly but surely the fog of pleasure dissipated and was replaced by a second wind. “Mine to do with whatever I please…” Jessie said as she flicked Leslie’s right nipple.

For a moment she just studied her pet, wondering how much further she could push her. Leslie was probably aching to cum by now… But Jessie had another orgasm in her. “This isn’t the view of me that you wanted, was it pet.” A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as an idea took form. Jessie still had a little bit of her exhibitionist streak running though her, might as well use it. So the cop slowly stood up, groaning softly at the loss of the toy as she switched positions. She turned around, giving Leslie a perfect, eye level view of that ass that she had only seen encased in form fitting jeans or unflattering police pants. Jessie had caught Leslie staring at her ass more times in the past few months than she could count; she couldn’t really hold it against her friend, Jessie knew that she had an amazing ass. Now Leslie would get a totally unobstructed view of that perfect behind but would be unable to touch what Jessie was so sure that her pet wanted.

Jessie glanced behind her, smirking slightly as she saw Leslie’s priceless expression plastered all over her face. Eager to get close to her bound pet once more and share some body heat, Jessie grasped onto the shaft of the toy still nestled between Leslie’s legs so that she could low herself onto the cock again. This time there was no hiss of pain, only a content groan as she was slowly stuffed full of her own toy. The tired muscles in her thighs burned and trembled from the effort of gracefully taking the entirely length of the dildo, but Jessie knew that it would all be worth it.

With a delicious looking rear that was perfect for grabbing onto bouncing right infront of her, Jessie was hoping that this sight would finally break Leslie enough to make her struggle against her bindings. Every time her rear made contact with Leslie’s lap, Jessie knew that her muscular bottom would beckon her pet with the way that it so temptingly jiggled; her ass practically looked like it was begging for some attention, especially as Jessie leaned forward slightly, steadying herself by holding onto Leslie’s knees as she started a quick rhythm that she wouldn’t be able to maintain for long.

By the time a second orgasm rocked her body, Jessie was panting with exhaustion, a sheen of sweat coating her form. Unable to stand, she simply leaned backwards, resting against Leslie’s upper half. She was too tired to even care about the way that Leslie’s nipple clamps uncomfortably dug into her back. The cop was totally spent, she probably could have fallen asleep right here in Leslie’s lap if it weren’t for the fact that she knew that she had to take care of her lover. “You did a good job…” Jessie’s voice was a content, but tired murmur as she turned around enough so that she could give Leslie a soft kiss on the lips.

Not wishing to make Leslie suffer any longer, Jessie forced herself to get up so that she could undo all of her friend’s bidings. As soon as Leslie was uncuffed and unclamped, Jessie leaned her head down, peppering soft kisses all over her lover’s chest. She even went so far as to soothingly lick and kiss Leslie’s nipples. Aftercare was important, even after a scene where Jessie had been particularly cruel. And so Jessie focused on showering Leslie with affection, letting her know that she liked her, that she cared about her, even though Leslie did stupid things that required Jessie to tie her up, whoop her with a riding crop, and torture her with her own personal porno where Jessie was the star, using a human fuck toy for her own pleasure.

“Would you like to stay the night. Les?” Jessie asked as she leaned up to kiss up her lover’s neck and then to her lips. “No orgasms…no fooling around… But if you’d like to just cuddle tonight, you can stay.”
 
As incredibly horny as Leslie was and as much as watching Jessie ride the strap-on was making that worse, she just couldn't look away. Leslie was enthralled with what was happening in front of her eyes and it had even began to feel slightly pleasant as the material rubbed her wanting sex due to Jessie's vigorous riding. Still, even that was more torture than salvation, the pleasure nothing more than a temporary fix that soon became further frustration as nothing more substantial built up. Nothing Jessie had done to her had been close to enough for her to cum and Jessie knew it. The same couldn't be said for Jessie who was quickly approaching her climax, the movements and moaning being the clear giveaways that made Leslie have to struggle more than ever not to lift her hips and aid the cop. Fuck how she wanted to fuck her neighbor, the gorgeous woman's sexy moans and skilled maneuvers daring her to. She held it together until the end, and the entire time her eyes were glued to the enchanting woman atop her. What a sight it was.

Jessie's climax wasn't the end of her punishment however, because immediately after the delicate softness slipped out. Jessie was a sweet woman deep down. As tough as she was she was also caring and considerate, traits impossible to miss with how closely Leslie observed her. So it wasn't surprising that nuzzling and softness was the inverse side of her Mistress personality. The soft side was as difficult to withstand as the punishing harsh persona, small moans slipping from Leslie's lips as her neck felt warm nuzzles and kissing. It was a switch that just made things more difficult. The riding and tugging of the clamp on her nipples had been incredible, painful and pleasurable to an immense degree, but the punishment factor behind it slowly fizzled until Leslie became numb, or at least that was the direction it had seemed to be heading. Switching it up, whether it had been something else or the sudden loving caresses had renewed it all.

The grin thus had a much more powerful effect as Leslie gulped down air and watched to see what it was Jessie had in mind. It wasn't disappointing. The sight before her now was one she had become quite familiar with through her own efforts. The bodyguard had been staring quite openly at Jessie's ass since the moment they met. In fact she could remember her brother's pissed expression when he noticed that first night when they had all made introductions. Even after getting a near daily dose she hadn't grown tired of it and having the perfect view of a perfect ass was more than anything else Jessie had done to her. She whimpered gently as Jessie lowered herself back on, struggling to keep her hips still. The effort required made restraining the rest of herself impossible. By the end of it she had failed to remain completely obedient and right before Jessie decided to show her mercy she had leaned forward and struggled against her restraints, desperately wanting her hands to be free as she whined and whimpered for what was in front of her.

Leslie just had a weakness for a nice ass, she practically worshiped them and had seen plenty of porn where people actually did. To her nothing was as appealing and among the heavenly category of curves Jessie had a fucking amazing ass. She had the nationality for it though, Leslie wasn't surprised, and of course she had earned that ass as well with her lifestyle. Still, nothing was as incredible to her and the fact that Jessie had picked up on that enough to make it the last showing before ending the little punishment was scary. The idea that Jessie knew just how to get Leslie made her nervous, because if she had wanted to she could have driven the hunter insane with that ass right from the start.

"Sorry... I kind of... Well, ugh, you're too damn sexy." She muttered in a defeated tone as she was told she did a good job, a bit disappointed she had even that brief moment of failure. Still she felt good about what she accomplished and smiled as Jessie helped rid her of the bindings and clamps. She let out a sigh of relief as she moved her freed hands, her sigh turning in to a muffled moan as she bit her lip and leaned forward, hands gently clasping to Jessie's shoulders.

Nothing would have felt more satisfying to Leslie than to have gone back to her place and fucked herself into a coma. Jessie's kissing and licking had her riled up more than ever and it was all that was on her mind, that was until an offer she never expected was presented. She stopped, looking at Jessie and returning the gentle kiss placed on her lips, almost stunned by what she had heard. She just smiled after, reaching out and stroking Jessie's cheek. "I swear you have to be testing me." She laughed gently but leaned in and kissed Jessie's forehead. "I would love to stay the night Jessie... Just cuddling." She chuckled, cursing her libido but wanting to stay with Jessie more than she wanted to go home and finally cum.
 
“I like that I can make you lose control.” Jessie murmured sweetly into Leslie’s ear before nipping the lobe. Although the standards that her friend set herself to, as well as her neighbor’s physical self-discipline were impressive and attractive, it was still incredibly sexy to see her lover stripped of all of that. To witness her mate be reduced to nothing more than an animal, failing to resist it’s baser instincts… the thought just sent a shiver of delight down Jessie’s spine. That kind of true wildness was hard to find in humans, and Jessie was very glad that she had found it in Leslie. It made her feel like this odd relationship that they were developing could actually go somewhere, rather than just turn into a boring, dead-end romp with a mortal.

Jessie’s nose scrunched slightly in response to the kiss on the forehead. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy Leslie’s kisses, quite the contrary, it was just that she still wasn’t used to being romantically involved with someone that was taller than her. Like any Alpha, Leslie was a prime physical example of a werewolf, even going so far as to being one of the tallest and strongest in her pack. It was strange to her to take kisses to her forehead, or have to tilt her head up every time she wanted to capture Leslie’s lips. Perhaps she’d never get used to it… ”Though if this all does work out and she can behave, she’s going to be spending a lot more time on her knees…”

“No test. Well…maybe a little bit of a test… But if you pass, maybe I’ll take pity on you and let you cum tomorrow. That is, if you ask really nicely.” Although Jessie’s words were light and teasing, there was a hint of truth to them. Begging was definitely a good way for a sub to get what they wanted, and if Leslie could beg prettily enough for Jessie tomorrow, the cop would be more inclined to be nice to her trial girlfriend and let her have an orgasm or two.

“Let’s get this thing off of you first.” Jessie yawned said as she stood and stretched. She was already regretting the choice of climbing out of Leslie’s lap because her lover had been keeping her nice and warm. Part of her wanted to hop into the shower and wash up, but she was just too damn tired to properly give a fuck. Besides, she needed to do laundry soon anyways so it wouldn’t matter if she went to sleep a little sweaty and a little covered in her own juices. All of her caring was going to be lost just getting Leslie out of her harness. If her friend ever went snooping through her things later, she’d find out that Jessie had a couple of harnesses that were more fun than the one that Leslie had been holding for her; she had another one for packing, another made of leather that went quite nicely with her Mistress outfit, and of course she also owned a lovely purple strapless strap-on. Maybe four separate harnesses was a bit of overkill, but it was hard to find one that would fit all of her varying degrees of genderqueerness

This harness was fairly idiot proof to get on and off, bur even so, Jessie’s fingers flew over the straps with well-practiced ease, undoing each one so that it would be a breeze to slide off. She helped Leslie out of it and just tossed it into her pile of clothes that was on the floor. It wasn’t like her to leave her place a mess, but after a long day of work and a longer night of tormenting Leslie, Jessie couldn’t find it in herself to want to clean up her apartment when it was pushing 3am. So she just took Leslie by the hand and tugged her neighbor off towards her bedroom. She let go once they were in there, eagerly slipping under the queen-sized comforter in order to get warm.

“Mmmm…” The brunette yawned and nuzzled her pillow before shutting her eyes and waving a hand lazily in the direction of her wooden dresser. “There’s some pajamas in the drawer, second from the top if you want them. If not, hurry up and get in bed, I’m cold.”
 
Leslie didn't care what Jessie said because she knew a test when she was in the middle of one. Sure it may not have been one Jessie had planned but it was not going to be an easy night when the only thing she wanted was to climax. It did come with some needed possibilities and with the idea of finally having relief the next day she felt like she could bare with it, make it through the night and spend the next day buttering Jessie up to get what she wanted. Gah, even if it wasn't a normal relationship it had some of the same aspects, like having to be persistent to get what she wanted. It had been awhile since she had to do anything of the sort, her one night stands never having her beg, except for that one model... She just hadn't given up that night. Those were thoughts best kept to herself or so the logical side of Leslie continued to say. She could just imagine how pissed Jessie would be if she heard even a fraction of the pickups and nights Leslie had with other women, because it didn't shine a favorable light on who she was as a person.

"Please do." Leslie purred, finally able to get a bit comfortable as things returned to normal and being glad the harness was being removed so she could finally stand up. Part of her wanted to stop Jessie and use it a bit more but that wasn't going to happen, at least not for a good long while in their relationship. She had already thought about it a few times, how she would eventually tease the line, but she would only do that if it seemed like something Jessie wouldn't mind every now and then, because as much as she had started to like the whole submissive side of the act she also wanted to caress and fuck the gorgeous woman removing the soaked strap-on from her waist.

Those thoughts took a back seat to everything else, especially as she was tugged out of the seat and to the bedroom. Once Jessie let go Leslie took a moment to stretch her limbs a bit, stiff from sitting for some long without the slightest movement by fear of further punishment. She took only a moment though because the bed and lovely thing in it were both calling to her. The hunter's eyes followed Jessie's hand to the dresser but she didn't have much of a mind for pajamas. They would have provided a wonderful buffer between skin and skin to help Leslie make it through the night, but she seemed to be on a masochist streak and instead stripped out of the jeans and panties beneath and slipped under the covers.

It was heaven, a large sigh escaping tired lips as she moved close to Jessie under the sheets, smiling as she felt their bodies touch, her hands gently squeezing Jessie's ass and a small "Ooops" coming out of her mouth followed by a giggle before she flipped herself over and scooted her backside up against the cop. "Forgive my wandering hand, it has a mind of it's own sometimes. She still wasn't sure how quickly Jessie was to piss off so she didn't play around too much but she couldn't resist a quick squeeze of that unbelievable backside. It was incredible, and a touch didn't even satisfy the bodyguard. She could have buried her face in it for an hour before she had her fill, and would broach the subject eventually, because she knew the aversion towards anal many people had. Still, the touch was nice and she hoped she would get ample opportunities to repeat that same act.

"G'night Jessie." Leslie murmured soon after, moving even closer to Jessie as she found her comfortable spot, head on a pillow and eyes closed. Only one things settled down and she felt the comfort of the bed and Leslie's heat did it dawn on Leslie how tired she was. Apparently being a good little sub had drained her usually impressive stamina reserves, most likely due to the drain of being good when all she wanted to do was fuck Jessie and touch every inch of her body. Her self-control was going to be tested more than it had ever been before, thoughts of how she would manage were the only ones on her mind as she drifted to sleep, destined to reminisce about her first scene as she slumbered.
 
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