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I Got Issues (But You Got 'Em Too) [FxF] (Clearsight X JacksAreWild)

Sarah's rare vocalization and pleasant cries of ecstasy had Amelia grinning with delight. There were a lot of times where the older wolf was unsure whether Sarah liked something, whether it be from her shy nature or the kids gloves they had been using since the start of the relationship. That was over, not because she didn't treasure Sarah, she did and would always been the sweet, caring girlfriend she wanted to be for the beta. No, it was because she now had a proper understanding of her girlfriend, because she knew Sarah could handle a bit more, and seemed to enjoy what was being done to her. There was no going back after knowing that, because being a sensitive girlfriend and lover didn't mean she couldn't also be more forward.

Her surging confidence was the cause of her teeth clamping around Sarah's throat, and what she would have been nervous about previously was now a source of pride for the omega. Everyone was going to see it, see that Sarah belonged to her! No more of the confusing bullshit where everyone thought she may still be with Bridget, none of it! Sarah belonged to her. She didn't realize how much the situation had bothered her, the rumors, before that sense of peace washed over her. Now there was proof, her mark, and while it felt slightly unfair to do that for her own selfish reasons, for once she didn't care. She wanted Sarah to have her mark. Truthfully, she never wanted the younger woman to be without it again, but she didn't jump the gun either, those were just thoughts of a wildly in love girl, planning her future much further ahead than made sense.

"I am a dork, and you love it." She giggled happily as Sarah teased her and returned a cheesy line of her own. Still, the cheesy lines meant something, because they were both being serious. If she had to chose between science and Sarah, she would choose the wolf. She loved her, and Sarah returned the feelings. It was impossible to not find Sarah endearing though, as the young girl nervously shifted their position and took her spot above Amelia. She was being adorable, biting her lip and looking down with those big, soft eyes. It gave Amelia the urge to pounce. Then again, everything would give her an urge to pounce at the moment, the smell of sex filled the room, and Sarah intoxicating scent was dominant for the older wolf, every breath exciting her senses.

"Don't worry Sarah, just explore by yourself at first, and if needed, I'll guide you." Amelia finally said, a soft smile on her face. It was impossible not to adore the beta, her cute nature giving her an unfair advantage in every situation. All she would have to do was be cute and Amelia would surely crumble, which spoke volumes for who would be calling the shots in their relationship, well, who did. It was already a reality. Sarah probably understood that, at least the part about Amelia folding whenever she wanted something. What the younger wolf didn't know, was how big of a damn tease she was. Amelia had dealt with Sarah being a tease since they began dating, but even when they had finally made it this far, to something physical, she continued, unintentionally, torturing her. Kissing for just long enough to get a rise before slipping downwards and away. Teasing her breasts for just a moment before abandoning them. And peppering her way down in a slightly clumsy manner that somehow made it more torturous than someone who knew what they were doing could ever do.

Born tease! That was all Amelia could think, that her girlfriend was a natural tease, because she knew none of it was on purpose. At least she held that belief until Sarah made her way between her legs, and proceeded to toy with her for so long it became difficult to withstand, causing the older wolf to whimper and whine, Amelia being right on the verge of begging her girlfriend for more than teasing licks and nuzzles. When she finally got what she needed there was a moan of relief, and after a few moments one of her hands traveled down to the top of Sarah's head, stroking it gently, comforting her girlfriend as she moaned in pleasure, gently urging her on. "It feels so good Sarah, more, please." She fought the urge to more forcefully urge Sarah on, but her needs were made clear regardless. Not that it mattered, with how few orgasms she had since they began dating, it wouldn't take much to send Amelia to her peak.
 
Every moan and word of encouragement helped to bolster Sarah's shaky confidence. She wasn't brave enough to use her teeth or approach Amelia with any sort of force but she was at least getting to the point where her licks were more than feather light touches. They were tentative, exploratory, but once she got the hang of it (and realized that it was difficult to hurt someone with your tongue) her tongue grew bolder, flicking, swirling, fluttering...every movement she could think to try, she did.

Because this was a learning experience, she tried to push herself a little further than she was actually comfortable. Sarah knew that most females craved a little penetration when they were in their heat (she had a few of her weed laced potions in her bag but that seemed like a lot of penetration) and so decided she could be brave and try to give Amelia a little more stimulation via her hand. She was a little nervous to multitask but as clumsy as she was with her tongue, Amelia seemed to be enjoying herself. Maybe a little extra push with the beta's much more dexterous fingers would help get her there. Plus she had read a few articles on the g-spot and while the trials she had run on herself in an attempt to find it yielded no results, perhaps running the same experiment on her lovely girlfriend/test dummy would prove more successful.

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Sarah woke up a few hours later with her face sticking to Amelia's inner thigh and her legs tangled in her livers arms. The two of them had managed to pass out in the 69 position so now Sarah was draped half on top of her girlfriend and upside down. I don't believe that happened.... That had been...a lot. There had been so much sex. More sex than Sarah had had in her entire life had been crammed into one amazing evening. Two things had become evident. 1) Amelia had probably ruined her for sex with anyone else for the rest of forever and 2) She really loved this girl.

Sarah smiled to herself and then carefully began the task of extricating herself from her girlfriend. Some wolves went so crazy during their heats; to the point that they would mate until they they were dehydrated and on the brink of hospitalization. It would be a lie to say that Amelia's scent wasn't having an affect on her, wasn't making her crave staying in bed and going for another round...but Sarah was still Sarah and had the presence of mind to get up and make them something.

She gave Amelia a soft kiss before grabbing some clothes and slipping from the room. Then she went to the kitchen to make them dinner. Hmmm...chicken parm for the sake of protein in carbs... Then I can grab a quick shower, dinner, shoo Amelia into the shower and then change the sheets....or maybe just burn the whole mattress.
 
Amelia had woken up with all of Sarah's moving, as it was rather hard not to when they had been so closely entangled. Still, she didn't pop up from the bed to chase after her, instead deciding not to move at all. She just lay there, her entire body relaxed and satisfied, a gentle smile resting on her face. Amelia had never really loved sex, in fact, it terrified her a bit. She had some truly horrible memories, about what happened to an Omega when they weren't careful. Sarah had been her exception, the person she fell for hard enough to have the drive and desire to ignore her past. It was a little bit difficult, considering the one woman she wanted having constantly teased her, albeit without the intention to, but it had been worth it. It wasn't just because the sex was good that it had been worth the wait, but because she loved the wolf because she wanted Sarah to be her lifelong companion.

It was a sudden, unusual thought for the older student, to rush to such a big conclusion, but she truly felt that nobody could replace Sarah. The beta had long since become her everything, even if they both liked to pretend their relationship wasn't as serious as it was. She had no plans on proposing abruptly or marking her until that time, but there was an almost unsettling confidence that Sarah was her soulmate. She was in deep.

After a moment of lying in bed, thinking how much she adored the gorgeous beta like a dork, she sat up. Only, the sweat and juices covering what seemed like every inch of the entire bed made her regret doing so. Before she moved she hadn't noticed, but when something stuck to skin, even barely, it was hard to miss. "Guh, shower." She muttered, turning her body and stepping off the bed, checking the balance of her form before taking a few steps.

While Sarah wasn't being loud, Amelia didn't miss the noise of her doing something in the kitchen, and so she grabbed a set of clothes and walked to the bathroom, placing them on the counter by the sink before moving in the direction of her girlfriend. When she got to the kitchen she ignored everything else and wrapped her arms snugly around Sarah, from behind. "What are you making?" She asked softly, the Omega in her barely kept from calling the shots, which would have been a whole lot of nipping and biting... Seduction at its finest for wolves. Amelia had always excelled at self-control though, and with the unexpected heat sated, for the time being, she could once again keep herself together. Of course, the girl in love part of Amelia didn't want to stop holding Sarah in her arms, feeling the heat from her lover's body and the rhymic thrum of her heart. Still, it was better than bending her over and counter or table to starting all over again.

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"Finally back." A tall, voluptuous woman was muttering to herself as she stood outside the airport's front entrance. She had a perfect figure, an enchanting waterfall of black hair, and a pair of eyes that held endless charm. She was exceptional, something she was well aware of, and something that drew quite the number of looks from those around her. It was all normal, to be expected even, as her entire life had been built upon being perfect, and it wasn't by mistake that she held her current appearance, but by design. It made nothing bother her, the looks of desire and envy ignored as she moved forward to the closest cab and got inside, leaving her bags outside the door for the driver to load for her, which happened as she expected. "To the college campus, please." She spoke when he got in, receiving a dazed nod as the only acknowledgment. Finally, I'll get to see Amelia again, and tell her the good news.
 
As soon as Sarah got the pasta set, she rushed off to the shower so that she could wash off the sex and sweat from earlier; trying to time it so that she'd be out before anything overcooked. Time was of the essence! Amelia was a light sleeper and she wanted to make sure she had everything taken care of just incase her horny omega needed to have another round of sex to deal with her heat. So as soon as she was scrubbed down, she rinsed off and hopped out of the shower, only having enough time to towel off her hair and wrap herself up in the damp towel before she had to check on dinner. And she was right on time! Perfectly cooked pasta on the stovetop and deliciously cheesy chicken parm in the oven.

"You're supposed to be asleep still." The smile could be heard in Sarah's voice even though she didn't turn around to face the approaching footsteps. She kept puttering around the kitchen, grabbing plates and trying to get set up until she found herself wrapped up in a pair of long arms. The beta relaxed back into her girlfriend for a minute, sighing happily at the domesticity of it all. "Dinner...chicken parm if you want a more specific answer." Sarah leaned back, her wet hair resting against Amelia's shoulder as she tilted her head so that she could give her lover a quick kiss. "I'm going to get dressed okay? And then we'll eat, you can shower, and I'll deal with the bed. Sound like a plan?" Sarah turned in her lover's arms to face her, not missing the wolfish glint of desire in Amelia's eyes. "No sex until you're fed and showered." The beta said with a little more firmness in her voice and then kissed the tip of her lover's nose. She loved her girlfriend...and had thoroughly enjoyed having sex with her, but she wasn't about to let the omega make herself sick just because her heat was barely under control.

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Jack was a porn star.

Specifically, she was a Dominatrix who was frequently casted in adult videos due to her image and mouth (not because she was particularly good at oral, which she was, but because she adlibbed some of the best lines). She fit the bill of bad girl Domme quite well: tattoos, edgy haircut, sexy smirk...so what the hell was she doing sitting across from a nerdy little stoner like Sarah in the Student Union? Having lunch and hanging out. Porn stars needed education and friends too.

Sarah and Amelia had been holed up in their apartment for a week and now the beta was trying to get caught up with the classes she had missed, something that Jack could help a little bit with with their shared Environmental Biology class. As much of a disaster as the Alpha was in her science class (why the fuck did Art Majors have to take a biological and a physical science for graduation?), she was an exceptional notetaker.

"I don't believe professor Windsor offered to escort you to University Police." Jack grinned as she set down her tray across from Sarah's and took a seat.

The beta turned bright red (almost as red as when the incident had occurred) and tried to hike her shirt collar higher up her bruised and bitten neck. She supposed that if one didn't understand werewolf mating, they might assume that she was the victim of domestic abuse. "She's a mage, she didn't know..."

"Well, speaking as someone who tops for a living, Amelia really did a number on you." Jack wasn't shy about the fact that she did porn, not around people who already knew anyways. Sarah wasn't a fan, it was just that one of the rugby girls had stumbled on one of her videos freshman year and now the whole team knew that one of its members was in porn. Jack had even gotten a couple of them jobs in the industry (she'd offered to get Sarah an audition because the beta was cute and had the whole 'girl next door'/'hot nerd/stoner' thing going on but Sarah was content to scrape by with her side business).

"We just...she- well, things got...sorta carried away. She forgot to take her suppressants and then... yeah... Anyways!" Sarah went to change topics because she wasn't really one to kiss and tell even though it was evident that Jack wanted details. Plus she didn't want to accidentally give away any hints to Amelia's omega status because she knew her girlfriend didn't want people thinking of her as a stereotypical omega.
 
Amelia and Sarah's relationship had taken a huge, game-changing leap after their first time together. It would have reached such a point without the assistance of her heat, but they skipped a lot of waiting and tension. It was perfect. She loved Sarah, and Sarah loved her, being able to show more intimacy, and be physical, was welcomed. Plus, aside from giving both of them confidence, it had caused Amelia to become far more animated. Not because of the sex, it wasn't a situation where she showed more of her feelings because she wanted more pleasure, but because she felt less burdened by her past, at last. Sarah was her savior in a sense, and she made sure to show her affection and thanks over and over again for nearly a week. Guh, she adored her sexy, shy girlfriend... Though there had been a few moments where shy ceased to define the beta. A few times where, in the spirit of exploration, Sarah took some major initiative. Amelia liked when that happened, as much as she liked marking Sarah's soft neck with her teeth.

Those were the thoughts going through Amelia's head while she drove over to her friend Miranda's place. She should have been focused on seeing her childhood friend after nearly a year of not meeting face to face, but Sarah was on her mind, as usual. She wasn't a complete pervert, unable to think of anything else, so she corrected it by the time she arrived, but her desires were impossible to completely suppress. She didn't try to either, as she was sure the moment she did, Miranda would ask all about Amelia's girlfriend, wanting all the details she couldn't pry out of her friend over the phone. They were close, in fact, Miranda was one of the few people who had managed to remain close to Amelia over the years. Amelia didn't have many friends, at least not those close to her.

It wasn't that Amelia was bad at making friends, but for a long time she had remained distant and isolated herself, and all the friends she made as a kid were from a life she had basically left behind. Aristocrats. Her family was wealthy, incredibly wealthy, which meant Amelia was in possession of a tremendous fortune. Her childhood friends were mostly the same, young scions, Miranda was the same. The only difference between the rest of those in the world she had all but left behind and Miranda, was that Miranda shared a disinterest for that world. Most of the sons and daughters of those families wanted to stay rich and powerful, caring more about making connections than finding a passion or leading a normal life, Amelia and Miranda were different.

Amelia distanced herself because she had a passion for science and because she had horrible experiences from being an omega in that world. Miranda, she was special. She had made her own money, using the genetic superiority her family harked on about to break off. She was brilliant, but she had decided at a young age to tear herself away from the disturbing environment, where only perfection was tolerated.

"Get in, I don't want to keep Sarah waiting." Amelia had her window down, waving at her gorgeous friend to get in. Miranda made it a point to be punctual, and despite Amelia grinning and hurrying her, it had been Amelia who was a few minutes late to pick her up, leaving the curvy woman to stand outside and be gawked at.

"Keep acting like this and just see what all I tell your girlfriend." Miranda said, stepping down into the car and buckling herself in. As usual, the difference between her and Amelia's style was ridiculous, Amelia looking very nice, but coming across bland next to Miranda's designer clothes and much curvier form.

"I'm regretting inviting you." She glared at Miranda, her friend's knowledge and looks both being things she didn't want Sarah to have access to, not that she thought Sarah would do anything, but it was difficult to deny Miranda's beauty. For a split second, she even considered kicking her back out, though soon drove off towards the school, to introduce the one person she called a friend to the girl she was in love with. Disaster.

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Disaster was precisely how it started, because the moment they arrived, Miranda opened her giant mouth. "Oh my, should we wait for your girlfriend to finish her little drug deal before we sit?" The words made Amelia freeze, turning to look at Miranda, her eye almost twitching. Idiot! It's her friend, not a random drug addict! she wanted to slap or shout at her dumbass friend, but Miranda had already figured it out by the look on her face and had sidestepped far enough away not to be the victim of Amelia's rare angry decision. At least she was sure her friend liked the girl though, otherwise, it was impossible to make Amelia look like that.

"Looks like my assumption was incorrect" she added but didn't apologize as she sat down, followed by a defeated Amelia, who sat beside Sarah and decided to apologize to her. "Sorry, she's... A bitch." That was all she could think of saying, and Miranda didn't exactly deny it either, smiling over at Amelia and Sarah and introducing herself, practically ignoring the girl she just insulted and sat down next to. "Nice to meet you, Sarah, I'm Miranda." Damn, Amelia was sure this was going to end poorly... Sarah had told her a bit about Jack. Sigh.
 
"Seriously you're going to fuck someone for a week and then not share details? You have been gone for a week. A week Sarah. Civilization could have collapsed and you wouldn't have known because you were too busy burying your head between your girlfriend's legs. Or was she the one who had her face buried as you rode it." Jack smirked as she pried, trying to get Sarah to give her a little bit of a tell. Had the shy beta been the top? Or was her mystery girlfriend the one who took charge in the bedroom. Inquiring minds wanted to know! Because after working in porn for all these years, Jack found it difficult to imagine a relationship that didn't have at least a little bit of a power dynamic.

Sarah tried her best not to look flustered by Jack's questioning. She knew her friend was just naturally curious and meant no harm. Still, she was relieved when she caught sight of Amelia and her friend. Amelia had introduced her to very few of her friends so far, usually the pair of them hung out with Sarah's old rugby teammates or classmates. Sarah had never minded that her girlfriend didn't have a lot of people she was friends with; it made sense anyways, Amelia preferred being in the lab and didn't need to be social. Sarah on the other hand had to force herself to be social even when she wasn't feeling particularly friendly, otherwise she would be a very poor marijuana vendor. Amelia, apparently, had revealed the beta's second job to her friend because she automatically assumed that Sarah was dealing to Jack, who, didn't really smoke.

Miranda had spoken loud enough for half the cafeteria to hear, so of course Jack hadn't missed her words. The Alpha immediately bristled because, what the fuck?! Yeah, she had a lot of tattoos and yeah, the sides of her head were shaved, but fuck! She didn't even look like a druggy! Not that there was anything wrong with the amount of weed Sarah smoked to stay level headed, but look at them! Chilled out Sarah and clear eyed Jack. Obviously one of them hadn't smoked a bowl in the last ten minutes. "You mean she's a cunt." Jack corrected with a slight snarl as her eyes narrowed on the preppy bitch sitting much to close to her. Designer clothes and pretentious attitude? Jack hated this new girl already.

"Jack!" Sarah gasped at her friend's choice of insult.

"What? Calling her a bitch is an insult to every girl I've ever fucked."

If Sarah wasn't a little high, she'd probably properly mortified. Instead she let out a defeated sigh and tried her best to defuse the situation. She took her lover's hand as she sat down and then motioned over to her tattooed friend. "That's Jack, we have Enviro together and used to play rugby together when I was on the team."

Jack, who still looked pissed at Miranda, at least had the presence of mind to offer her hand to Amelia. Eventually her attention became focused on the other beta as she tried to size her up. Sarah had mentioned that she was a grad student and judging by her computer screen tan, the girl didn't see a lot of sun and was indeed the nerd that her friend had described. "Nice to finally meet the person who tied Sarah down to a bed for a week."

"JACK!"

"What? You haven't missed a class since I've known you. You had to either have been hit by a bus or been tied down to a bed."
 
Miranda didn't give much of a response to being called a bitch, or a cunt, she knew she was. Well, a bitch, she couldn't really remember someone calling her a cunt though. How, unique. That didn't mean she wasn't paying attention to the people at the table because she wanted to take it all in, see who it was her friend had fallen for. It didn't take long for her to realize just how in love the two idiots were, the obvious signs all over the place, and the normally distant Amelia unable to hold back the desire to snuggle close to Sarah and show more public affection than she ever imagined the grad student show. Impressive, it seemed like the cute beta sitting across the table had some talent.

On the other hand, Amelia, nodded when Jack made her assessment, clearly not mad about what the woman had said, and agreeing. Miranda was a truly great friend, there when you needed her and really interesting, but she was definitely a major pain in the ass. Chances were, if she wasn't so fucking gorgeous, more people would have told her what they thought. Unfortunately, her personality had been allowed to grow into what it was now, Amelia was just used to it, and was aware how much more vulnerable the real Miranda was compared to her bitchy, condescending shell. Huh, she wasn't even convincing herself really, but she was friends with her and it was somehow worth it. Whatever.

Amelia simply took Sarah's hand, her thumb brushing over the beta's smooth skin, and leaned over slightly, cozying up to her lover. "Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Amelia." She responded to the introduction, though it was a bit plain. If Miranda wasn't sitting there she might have just been cheeky enough to mention Jack's profession, because after a week of barely wearing clothes she felt more curious than ever. She didn't though, only grinning and speaking about it after Jack accused her to tying Sarah to a bed... They had tried that, and the other way around... And everything. They had tried... Everything.

"Heh, yeah there was some tying to the bed." She conceded, leaning over to nip at Sarah's ear, knowing the shy little thing would go red in the face after she said it. "But I wasn't the only one tying people to beds, was I?" She spoke softer, into Sarah's ear, but that didn't stop those at the table from hearing it, and it was clear from her tone that Amelia had liked that side of Sarah. She enjoyed topping but having such a natural tease at the helm... Yeah, maybe she was a masochist or liked being edged, or something. Probably a lot of things, she enjoyed the teasing, it was a bit strange to think about but it was true. She turned to Jack after, not forgetting they weren't alone. "Maybe you can give her some tips sometime." She hinted, revealing a bit more of her interest, though she wasn't sure if she classified it as a desire to submit, neither one of the nerdy couple knew what they were, or even tried to define it... At least, not with such little data. They would eventually figure it out.

Miranda was leaned in, interested as her friend spoke. Now that was new. She had heard a lot, but Amelia hadn't said much about the submission stuff. Did it really feel good? How odd. Amelia had always struck her as a top, even if it was mainly because her friend was a tad of a control freak. Then again, that wasn't inborn but picked up after... Hmm, maybe it did make more sense. Of course, there was something that caught her ear even more than Amelia's "details". "Oh? Does that mean you work in porn?" She chuckled, genuinely curious deep down, and not sounding particularly rude or condescending, but there was no way to piss someone off and then not sound like a bitch after. Especially when, after eying Jack up she nodded her head and followed up with, "Makes sense."
 
"Amelia!" Sarah whined as she looked over at her girlfriend. Her brief moment of reprieve, stolen from her by her own girlfriend! She was surrounded by people who wanted to make her melt into a pile of embarrassment! Finding no stop to her lover's teasing, the beta huffed and nudged at her girlfriend. "Only because you don't know how to tie a knot...." a little teasing at Amelia's expense made her feel a little better. Indeed, their first attempt had been a bit of a misfire when Sarah had pulled at her bonds in the throes of passion and found that Amelia had tied a slipknot instead of anything useful. They had had to stop, Sarah had had to be untied, and then the beta had gone to the task of trying to show Amelia several knots that the beta had used to tie her horse back on her parents' farm. Her girlfriend had been playing dumb during the demonstration (Sarah couldn't believe that someone so smart couldn't pick up knot tying) and then Sarah had actually had to show Amelia what she meant...via tying the other girl to the bed and having a lot of sex with her.

It had been very instructional.

"Nice!" Jack grinned at her friend, looking oddly proud. Sarah had been forced to endure several of Jack's talks before at the rugby house, the girls had had a ton of questions for the more experienced Alpha. Maybe some of all that sex talk had rubbed off on the beta. At the very least it had probably helped Sarah get through the events safely because Jack would gladly talk about some of the boring shit that came bondage: safe words, likes and limits, gear, etc. When Amelia suggested she give Sarah some tips, Jack could only laugh. "I don't think Sarah's virgin ears could handle some of the tips I'd like to share." That, of course, didn't stop Jack from giving a few tips right now anyways. "Good gear is a must. Rope is great and all but it takes time. And you guys just picked up some stuff from a hardware store, didn't you?"

Sarah was dying, but gave a slight nod. Their first round had been with some rope that she used to tie things to the roof to her car. Their second attempt three days later had been with a nicer, softer rope that was specifically for shibari. "Amelia ordered something nicer off Amazon though."

"I'd get some leather cuffs, probably something with quick releases because you're both noobs. If you can go to like, a nice sex shop, I'd do that. Amazon's got some okay stuff but you can't see or feel any of it. A nice boutique will usually have stuff on display that you can really examine and they cater more to not sketchy people. There's one like three hours away from here and the lady that runs it really knows her shit. And then, I dunno, aside from that it's just practice. Dirty talk is the big thing I get asked about and the best tip I got is to just look yourself in the mirror and say a line. If it makes you cringe or you can't say it with a straight face, ditch it."

"Yeah, I do work in porn." Jack smirked at Miranda's jackass comment of 'makes sense'. Fuck this girl, she didn't know shit about her, "Got a partial scholarship for art but it doesn't cover everything, as Sarah knows." She nodded over to the beta who had a much tighter financial situation than she did. Jack could always ask her mom to pay but she didn't want to. She had had everything taken away from her when she had been kidnapped as a pup. And yeah, she was lucky and had been found and reunited with her family, but it had left a desire for her to regain control of her life, to not be bogged down with debt. "If I could grow weed even half as well as she does, I'd be doing that. But, I'm pretty good at fucking; Pornhub seems to think so anyways, I'm in their top 500, pretty good for someone who is as nichey as me. I mean, how many people can possibly be looking at lesbian BDSM videos?"

Sarah looked like she wanted to go hide somewhere, so Jack decided to give Amelia a few tips on places where she could get decent 'research.' "You can look up my name and if you wade through the porn, there's a couple of interviews and instructional vids that might be a little more your guys' speed. Harley Isley; yeah, it's a Batman reference. The girl who got me into the industry is a graphic designer, a super huge dork, and picked out my name for me." Jack shrugged because she didn't mind the name Harley when she heard it on set, even if it did have nerdy roots. "She goes by Lilian Rose and does a toy blog and posts videos with another girl I work with, Klarke Sky. They basically get free toys from companies, unbox them, try them out and review them. Some of the shit they get is fucking nuts, like, I shit you not, there are dildos shaped like dragon tongues and dragon dicks."
 
Amelia found the conversation to be rather enlightening. It was information she couldn't find or learn, two things her and Sarah excelled at, but getting it straight from the source had a certain quality that made it all easier to trust and digest. The truth was, she was incompetent beyond the vanilla stuff, no clue what she was doing or how she should do it, but both of them were curious, and far from normal when it came to every other aspect of their life, sex wasn't an exception. They would eventually find their way to ropes and toys, the research might as well start early. Plus, Amelia didn't miss her girlfriend's interest, the hint of enthusiasm as they discuss the embarrassing topics, enough interest to override her usual shyness when it came to the taboo topic. That alone was enough to get Amelia serious, or serious enough to put some effort into finding the perfect gear for them to explore, safely and comfortably.

The only part she felt like they had their own personal style for already was dirty talk. They were nerdy, cheesy, and plain ridiculous, but the giggly ridiculousness worked for them. They could get into it, say some very arousing things, but between moments of heated contact, there was always a light burst of affection and a silly line to remind one another that they were in loving hands. Amelia doubted that would ever go away, the two of them becoming so serious wouldn't happen, at least not anytime soon. For two people as disconnected and cautious as the two of them, once the connection was made it was impossible to sever, even for a few hours to play out a sexual fantasy.

"I'm not sure this is the table to call that niche, we're all lesbians, or bi, or whatever. All of us have probably looked it up at some point." Amelia added after Jack discussed her success, which was in fact impressive. It was also a way to make Miranda more human to Jack and Sarah, to at least make it clear her friend wasn't just bitch, bitch, bitch. It would take more than that though, and she didn't expect either of them to like her easily, even she couldn't help but glare as her childhood friend spoke like she was looking for a fight time after time. Did she have to be so careless? No, it wasn't carelessness, it was indifference. She spoke harshly without caring of the consequences, one of the few negatives Miranda retained from her upbringing... And a life of unerring success.

"Dragon tongues and dragon dicks? Not even most wolves have enough feral desire to want something like that." Miranda chuckled, though couldn't help but think that there were some with such fetishes. They were like advanced furries, wanting a werewolf with a more... Wolfish appendage. They existed but in a minority. Still, adding in fantasy dicks and tongues, how strange. "How does a dragon tongue even look? Is it just longer?" She muttered, a bit confused before she looked back at the table with a small smile, specifically looking towards Jack. She didn't say anything else but perhaps that was the worst of it. Fortunately, between listening and talking, Amelia had managed to eat a good portion of her lunch, because she was growing even eager to remove Miranda from the environment and chew her out all the way back to her place. She was infuriating, and it was her first time meeting Sarah! If only they could have talked science... She would have made a much better impression.

They were already having a conversation though, and as much as Amelia wished it was one Miranda would handle with poise and grace, it seemed it was not. Maybe it was because she had to act carefully and poised when she worked. Whatever the reason, she was really hating the woman at the moment. "So what do you do if you're both more switch than anything because I think me and Sarah are both more switch than anything specific." She tried to change the subject but regretted it a bit, while it was true and they could use the advice on how to handle wanting both, or at least she could, she could see Miranda's mind working from the moment she asked. She was going to say something annoying, and soon.
 
"Sculpturally, they're kind of cool. The tongues are just like human tongues but longer and pointy at the end. And the hilt is the dragon's muzzle. They look like they were made by Special Effects Artist so they're crafted well and expensive as fuck. Personally, I wouldn't want them by my pussy because they're kinda triangular; so thin at the tip and way too wide at the base. I guess you could use them to train for bigger dildos or fisting but I'm not really into that stuff." Jack shrugged in a gesture of non-judgement just incase anyone at the table was into insane amounts of penetration. Functionality and comfort were big selling points with her and while there was tons of crazy gear out there to choose from, she preferred stuff that was tried and true and performed the best.

Sarah rested her head on Amelia's shoulder and shut her eyes. She had finished her salad and now she could pretend to not be here, talking with a long time friend about her line of work with her relatively new girlfriend. At least Amelia was cool with it...that was a relief. Jack was actually a really nice person once you got over her crass mouth, aggressive temperament, and taboo job choice. As uncomfortable as she was about the whole situation, it was actually pretty enlightening...she just would have liked it more had this been in an e-mail format or a forum Q&A.

Jack seemed totally comfortable answering questions; she did it for a living. She'd work for a couple of high end production companies that actually had interviews with the stars after the film. "Well, you guys being switches is actually pretty good for the sexual relationship. Two tops together is a fucking mess and two subs together is just really vanilla. Switches are actually really popular in the industry and depending what company you work for, you might get paid more." Jack seemed surprised that the two of them identified as switches. She supposed she could see that, even though she would have pegged her friend as a sub because of her sweet temperament. And Sarah had said Amelia was really smart, so she would have assumed a braniac like that would enjoy having some check out time in Sub Space. Plus they were betas...and she didn't like to stereotype but fuck, like 90% of betas were submissive. Good for Sarah though! Landing a switch was a pretty sweet deal.

"Figure out what you're good at and then just top when those situation lands in your realm of expertise. So, for example, Sarah's good with ropes, right? On nights when you want more of a slow burn, then she can top." Knowing that Sarah naturally moved slow with relationships made Jack think that her friend would make a wonderful tease and edger. Amelia on the other hand... Jack looked at the older girl then, -really- looked at her. Physically, neither girl seemed to have an aggressive bone in their body but Amelia had height and reach. Plus the girl seemed to be the initiator in all this, teasing Sarah and being brave enough to ask questions and all. "You're taller, and even though Sarah's more fit, you could probably use your height and your confidence to your advantage to maneuver her wherever. You seem confident, so you can do more toppy things where you actually push her boundaries."
 
Amelia was nodding through most of the conversation, paying equal attention to cuddling Sarah and learning as much as she could from Jack. Miranda was being ignored, a bit, but the Alpha never had trouble interjecting herself into conversations when she so desired. What Amelia was happy about was that them both being switches was a good thing, though it was a bit obvious before she even asked. Clearly, being a switch meant more range, more comfortable because they liked all sorts of interactions, and it made sense with them being very inquisitive people. Only trying one side wouldn't fit either personality, even if they both had reasons to be more resistant to one role or another. Sarah to topping, her to giving herself to someone, but for each other, it worked.

Despite the answer being expected, her advice about just going with what they were good at was sound, and elusive knowledge despite its simplicity. It was something to keep in mind as they went forth, for them to find their own niches. Only, Jack's evaluation of her strengths felt off to the omega. Confident mainly, because she rarely felt confident. Maybe she was, and she meant to come across that way, but she wasn't sure whether it was real or pretend anymore, a bit of a dissonance between her own view and that of others. Maybe it was real now, but if it was, Sarah had something to do with it.

Miranda finally came in near the end, being polite enough, for once, to wait until Jack was finished before she said something irritating. "There can never be two tops, the entire definition of dominance leaves no room for multiple people at the peak. Perhaps the reason you think two tops are a mess is that you're the one fighting to prove you belong there and not knowing it's your place?" It wasn't as horrible as it sounded. Okay, it was. Miranda should have known better than to challenge Jack's identity during their first meeting, and she was clearly enjoying toying with the woman at that point... She could be that way. But, and the only thing Amelia could think of in her defense was that Miranda liked philosophical, theoretical bullshit. Her asinine remark was spoken as a question because it was because she had an opinion and instead of making it obvious or having a discussion, she posed it in such a way to get a rise. Maybe she was an idiot, maybe a sadist, or perhaps she felt like making Amelia regret bringing her as much as possible, but whatever the reason she had latched on to Jack and wouldn't let anything go.

Amelia wasn't so stupid as to let it continue, leaning over and kissing Sarah's cheek with a "Sorry, she's not as horrible as she seems... I think." Before standing up and smacking the back of Miranda's head, only to get a smirk that proved that the last bit was intentional, perhaps all of it. The bitch. "Sorry Jack, I'm going to take this idiot home and hope it was the long flight that made her such a pain in the ass... Though it probably wasn't." She muttered the last bit before practically dragging Miranda away. Miranda simply chuckled and winked at Jack provokingly as she was pulled away.

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Amelia had to get her childhood friend to get along with the other people in her life, mainly Sarah, so she forced it, a bit. While the lunch meeting hadn't gone well, she hoped a party would. Not that Miranda was a big partier, drank but never got drunk, smoked weed once in a blue moon, but there was one part of a party she knew her friend enjoyed, which was the hookup. She liked sex, all wolves did, Miranda was just pickier than most, enjoying the prowl. She wouldn't just jump anyone, but she didn't hesitate once she found a suitable playmate. Besides, from what they had talked about after the lunch fiasco, Miranda had been busy, which meant she needed it more than ever.

What she didn't know was how Miranda spent her previous day, watching as much porn featuring one tattooed, sexy Jack. She had been caught in a spiral, where she watched literally hours of porn, masturbating during some and just enjoying the show for others. She was interested in precisely the inked, pierced, domme she had verbally harassed on their first meeting. Did it make sense? Not really, but Miranda didn't question her infatuations, merely indulged them. She didn't think it would go past porn, but in that limited medium she would drool and hunger for the girl as much as she wanted.

Masturbating could only sate so much of a healthy Alpha's desire though, so when the party was mentioned she accepted. Unlike Amelia, who had Sarah, Miranda was wearing more, seductive clothing. It wasn't too obvious, but her curves were on full display. A skirt, some short heels, a shirt that showed off her assets without coming across slutty, and of course the surprise beneath for whoever got lucky. It was all designer of course, which made her stick out a bit from the college crowd, but it wasn't excessive, she had enough restraint to not flash her wealth without thought, at least not somewhere it didn't matter.

"Slut." Amelia grinned at her friend, nuzzling Sarah who was by her side. They had all arrived around the same time, meeting right outside the rugby house. She wanted to make sure Miranda found the right place.

"I'm sure everyone seems like a slut to you, virgin." She knew Amelia wasn't a virgin... Even with the tragic past omitted, but she might as well be. Sarah was her only one, for the most part, and definitely the only serious one. "Just go be cute somewhere, I'm going to look around a bit. I'll catch up with you if I don't find something fun to do." She grinned, knowing if she went with Sarah and Amelia first it would go straight to her jobs and science and nerdiness... Amelia had told her she needed to impress, and she could, but that would be better private dinner conversation.

"Yeah yeah, go have fun. If you get bored we'll be in a corner being cute." She joked, giving Sarah a kiss and muttering a soft 'I love you'.
 
Sarah took in Jack's words, finding them pretty spot on despite the fact that her friend had very little verbal information to go off of. Maybe Amelia wasn't super confident because she was just as new as she was at all this, but the older girl was definitely willing to take charge and bridge the gap between theory and practice before Sarah was. Heh, they were both a reflection of their scientific studies... Sarah was used to dealing with plants, used to waiting months for them to grow and years before seeing any differences between generations. Her long fingers were exceptionally dexterous from dealing with leaves and delicate blossoms and he was infinitely patient and able to help something slowly develop and grow...making her a good edger in the bedroom. Amelia on the other hand could manipulate her viruses and bacteria within hours and days, she was curious and bright and had to adapt quickly in the lab because her results could change just as fast. And she was definitely like that in the bedroom...saying and doing things that she knew would definitely get a result out of Sarah, whether it be a blush or a heated kiss.

The conversation had been going okay until Miranda decided to interject something that made Sarah stiffen in panic. She knew Jack didn't like to be challenged or questioned about things she felt that she was exceptionally good at. The Alpha could take constructive criticism, but anything phrased in a remotely confrontational way always got her shouting and inevitably throwing punches. Before she could do anything to stop Jack, the Alpha already started going off.

"You want a fucking demonstration?!?! Because I know where I belong and I'm sure I can turn your preppy pureblood ass into a bottom bitch in-"

"Jack!" Sarah squeaked.

The Alpha snarled in frustration and glared at Sarah but took her focus off of Miranda. "Fine. You owe me." Okay, she'd behave. Amelia was apparently important to her friend or some shit so it probably wouldn't be a good idea to further threaten her cunty friend.

Sarah let go a sigh of relief when Amelia decided that now would be a good time to go and separate Miranda and Jack before they killed each other. Or, what would probably be more likely, Jack killing Miranda. "Jack probably doesn't help the situation." Sarah gave her friend a pointed look, to which Jack merely rolled her eyes because the tattooed Alpha felt that she was being on her best behavior. No one had gotten maimed. It was a good day.

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Sarah tried not to pass judgement over Miranda after their first meeting because she knew that it was difficult for two Alphas to be around each other on non-neutral territory. Sarah and Amelia had each represented their own little islands, ones that Miranda and Jack had evidently felt they had some claim over which had only added to the agitation. Once it was just the three of them she was sure that things would go a little smoother, so a party seemed like a good chance for her to get better acquainted with one of Amelia's childhood friends.

The beta laced her arm with her girlfriend's as soon as they were reunited infront of the rugby house. She had on a light pink and purple plaid collared shirt because her neck and shoulders were still littered in bite marks and hickeys. She knew she was going to get some 'lesbian cowgirl' comments from her friends later. Part of her felt uneasy about the new label, up until Amelia she had been into men...but now she was into a girl and if she planned on being with Amelia for a very, very long time, did that now make her a lesbian? Not that there was anything better about being labeled as bisexual...it was just weird to have had a label for so long and to be getting a new one.

"Love you too," the beta murmured back. Miranda was splitting off from them so now the two of them could have a little fun. She nudged Amelia gently with her nose and kissed under her chin. "You can unwind tonight, I'll take us home." Amelia had been busy in the lab and entertaining Miranda; plus Sarah didn't like drinking so she would be okay having some weed soon and then driving them home a few hours later.

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Jack loved a good rugby party. She spent most of her time dressed in torn up jeans that she didn't care about and faded t-shirts with paint stains on them. A rugby party gave her a chance to dress up a little bit (without the full peacocking that was required when one went to a bar). Nothing crazy, just a pair of dark wash men's jeans that helped hide the fact that she was strapped and a white button down that was only button half way and had the sleeves rolled up to show off her tattoos.

Right now she was showing off her prowess at drinking games as she sank quarters into cups during a game of Beirut. Her and Nicki were queens of the Beirut table! Three games and they had still had yet to be deposed! "Spatial reasoning, finally this degree is paying off." Jack grinned as she took a sip from her personal cup which was half full of a simple vodka and cranberry.

"Are you fuckin' serioush?!?!" A little over an hour into the party and Julia was already drunk off her ass because she was losing every drinking game because someone was not good. At all. Seriously. Sky was Diamond when it came to computer games but fucking trash tier when it came to Beirut, Kings, or Flip Cup. AND the mage was a light weight so Julia had been drinking her drinks for her and now she wasn't sure which way was up. "Baby, you are killin' me. Like, serioushly, I am dead and a zombie." The tall beta was half draped over the short curvy mage, using her to hold herself up as she nibbled at the other girl's ear. "I think I need to lay down. With you. Prefer-bly outta that dressh." Julia grinned and nipped at her girlfriend not girlfriend. "And away from these cheatersh! Fuckin' sober motherfuckers." Yup. Drunk. Very drunk. To the point that no one would have pegged Julia for being a normally eloquent English major.

"Fuckin' lightweights." Jack teased. "Go to your room and fuck your lady, you mess." Julia's response of sticking her tongue out at the tattooed Alpha and then stumbling off with her mage just made Jack laugh.
 
Amelia leaned over and kissed Sarah again, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Honestly, I don't really want to let loose all that much. I'd rather go home, smoke a little, pull you into my lap, and unwind just the two of us." She grinned, nipping at Sarah's ear as she started walking towards where drinks would be. She didn't plan to go nuts, but a beer or two wouldn't be bad, maybe even get her loose and limber for when they went home later. Besides, more than anything, the party was a great way for Amelia to show that Sarah was her's. It was... A brutish thought, a little out of character even, but those marks on Sarah's neck, Amelia got a certain satisfaction from showing them off. As if Sarah had been the ultimate prize and she had won over all the others, which to her was precisely the case.

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While Amelia and Sarah were being the cute couple that everyone hated and envied at the same time, Miranda was pushing her way deep into the party, and feeling surprisingly aroused. So many wolves, drunk and horny, the scent in the air was thick with arousal. It didn't drive her crazy, but it did push the Alpha to get herself a drink and look around more seriously, moving through the rugby house as she noted potential playmates for the night. It felt dirty doing so, to comb a crowd to find someone to sleep with, but that was precisely what she wanted, and what a good majority of those partying seemed to want. Wolves were very sexual creatures, being much more open than normal humans or mages. Sluts before mating, committed after. That was a wolf, though even after if both wanted to be sluts it could go that way too. Yeah, wolves just liked sex, and purebloods suffered more desire and primal urge than most.

Miranda was carefully considering who to talk to, as carefully as a few people were looking at her and trying to get the nerve to make a move. After all, before she opened her mouth Miranda was perfection. Only, a voice broke her concentration and previous thoughts, Jack's voice. Almost instinctively Miranda moved towards it, finding herself in a room where Jack was playing some sort of game, and two rather cute girls were staggering off drunk.

"Well look who it is, the "top" porn star." Instantly, despite having come to the room out of interest and spending an entire night fantasizing and masturbating to Jack's powerful, arousing form, she couldn't stop her mouth. Confrontation was so easy, and Miranda didn't seem to have the ability to stop herself once she got going. It was ridiculous because normally she was eloquent and intelligent and interesting, even if she didn't quite make it to playful or pleasant. Perhaps it was her way of instantly fighting the attraction she felt for the 'bad girl' in front of her, but whatever it was, it couldn't be stopped. She even followed it up by walking over to the table where Jack was playing her little drinking game and picking up a quarter, instantly bouncing it into one of Jack's cups.

Miranda was talented, her mouth aside she was highly intelligent, athletic, monstrously coordinated, and everything else a genetically engineered "perfect" Alpha was supposed to be. No matter how much she bucked against her roots, Miranda was still that piece of perfection, and the cocky grin on her face, taunting Jack after she made her little shot, displayed her confidence. A game that was almost entirely hand-eye coordination, it wasn't something she could imagine losing at. Not that she said she would play, she just made a move to prove she could do it before Jack had a chance to challenge her. It was a preemptive strike, perhaps not necessary, but something to try and keep the younger, sexy girl off-guard. What she wasn't so aware of was her subconscious actions, as it was, after all, subconscious. The act of looking down, being cocky and confrontational but letting her eyes wander to Jack's crotch. Interviews, it was all the fault of the interviews and curiosity.
 
Jack was sporting a nice buzz from her alcohol and her victories; such a state was probably the only thing keeping her from throwing a punch at Miranda as the other Alpha came out of nowhere to harass her. Ah shit. Who the fuck invited this bitch? Ugh, goddamn Sarah and her stupid new girlfriend and her stupid new girlfriend's friend. Why couldn't Amelia at least keep a muzzle and leash on her bitch if she insisted on bringing her places?! "Isn't this party a little lowbrow for you, princess? Don't you have some rich, pureblood, small dick to suck somewhere else?" Jack of course came from those wolves that felt that pureblood males were so overcompensating because they had micropenises. How true that was was up for debate, but you wouldn't be able to convince Jack otherwise.

Fuck, the older girl just pissed her off so much. Miranda just couldn't seem to keep herself from running her mouth. And then she flaunted her status with her stupid designer clothes and this 'I'm better than you' posture and attitude. Naked and with a ballgag in her mouth would probably be the only way Jack would ever be able to deal with the infuriating bitch standing in front of her. And then she had the gall to pick up a quarter and actually land it in Jack's cup, challenging the tattooed Alpha!

Jack picked up the cup with a quarter in it and chugged the beer; by the time she was finished, she had caught sight of Miranda's wandering eyes, the way they lingered far longer than necessary right between her legs, the way they lit up with interest...yeah, she was definitely getting checked out. Sometimes people would do a double take when she was strapped, like they couldn't figure out if she was seriously wearing a strapon under those jeans or if the fabric was just falling in a way that made it look like there was something there; but Miranda was definitely staring at her past the point of idle curiosity.

"Thirsty?" Jack gave a cocky smirk because Miranda's gaze had taken on a hungry look now that the older girl realized that Jack was indeed strapped. "Because if you don't believe that I am indeed a top porn star, I can give you a demonstration for free." Jack prowled closer, leaning up to murmur into Miranda's ear. "Unless you're afraid I'm more Alpha than your pureblood ass can handle." And then the young wolf kept walking, leaving Miranda with ample chance to follow her as she moved towards the back of the house and around a corner to the house's study.

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Maybe it was her imagination, but somehow Sarah's shirt kept falling away from her neck after Amelia gave her a kiss to her cheek or nuzzled at her neck. After adjusting her shirt for about the 5th time, Sarah realized that it wasn't her imagination. Whether Amelia consciously meant to or not, she kept moving Sarah's shirt in an effort to show off the claiming marks she had made. Of course she chooses now to be a wolf. With a soft sigh, the beta resigned herself to some light teasing from her friends. It wasn't that bad...at least, it hadn't been until they had practically been run over by a very drunken Julia.

"WOOOO! Sarah! Get it giiirrrlllll," Julia was a fit of drunken giggles as she passed them by. The tall winger was heading up to her bedroom with Sky while Amelia and Sarah were heading to the makeshift bar in the kitchen. "Take care of her Amelia. Oooo! Haf her show you some of tha dances from the play. Super sexy. Convince her to stay my lead! Use sex if ya gotta! Cause it woorrrkkksss so well...ish very convinsitating. Right, baby?" The beta released a playful growl before nipping at her lover's neck. For a moment it looked like Julia might pounce on top of Sky right there and fuck her in the middle of the living room, but before she could attack, she was pulled and dragged by the mage towards the stairs.

"I don't- I can't even-" Sarah shook her head and laughed because as embarrassing as that whole interaction was, it was also kind of funny. She ducked her head under Amelia's chin to hide and nosed at her girlfriend's neck. "I hope you're happy, you feral brute." The beta teased because in comparison to most wolves, Amelia was about as feral and brutish as a bunny rabbit.
 
Miranda was rather satisfied with Jack's choice of insult because just as much as she judged the tattooed porn star, Jack judged her as well. Perhaps she was wrong, but Jack was definitely barking up the wrong tree. Miranda was a pureblood, yes, but all of the confidence and arrogance and everything else that shouted 'I'm the best' didn't come from her lineage. She despised that narrow-minded family and pureblood bullshit. Her self-confidence and condescending remarks came from a place of self-worth built from intelligence and success, her own personal achievements. Her upbringing did give her an edge, but Miranda wouldn't have been so proud if it had been given to her. She had worked to build herself, not even taking money from the family that wanted to control her like a pawn. It was a little heavy, but she wasn't self-pitying or interested in sharing her life, it was simply the reason she couldn't care less about Jack's jabs and carried herself in such an irritating way.

"Not at all, money and family names don't mean anything when sex and fun are involved." She grinned, quite assured in her logic because it was true. If anything the narrow-minded purebloods would never be skilled partners, not when they had such meager choices to remain what the worshiped, pure. "Though, I suppose you weren't listening when Amelia said I was a lesbian the other day. Not listening may be a tad, low brow was it?" Seeing Jack's expression change, how easily the other woman showed her emotions, it was driving Miranda to be more confrontational, more open. She loved it like it was some demented sport where she only one if the other person lost control. Control, that was the center of everything it seemed, losing it or gaining it.

Only, the distance she had taken, the lead she so quickly gained, was ripped away just as quickly. Her own mistake bringing it back to an even draw. No, she was behind now. Jack had seen her looking, noticed the desire in her eyes, the attraction she had surprised herself by having. It wasn't so strange, Jack had a unique style that fit her domme identity, the tattoos and piercings merely adding to her allure, at least to Miranda. Plus, her body was nice. Not as curvy as Miranda's, but lean and muscular, powerful. Wolves loved powerful.

Fuck, the low challenge had sent Miranda to a place in which refusal wasn't an option, her wolf and personal interest both having no way to say no. The refusal was the first thing on her lips or at least denial, but she stopped herself. Miranda was proud and arrogant, but she didn't hide from things. The personality that pushed her to be rude and argumentative also pushed her to, not so subtly, follow Jack. She didn't jump or run, but there were only a few steps between them and no hesitation in Miranda's gait. When they made it to what looked like a study, she even walked next to Jack, leaning in and whispering in her ear. "Show me how much of an Alpha you are." Her sexy hips swayed as she walked past Jack and went deeper into the room, only to turn her head with a cocky smirk. She was curious what a top porn star could do.
 
The lights were off in the study in order to help deter partygoers from heading in there; it was one of the only places in the house that didn't have the lingering scents of alcohol and marijuana present. Two of the walls were lined with books, some of them ancient, which gave the room a slightly musky old literature smell. A third wall had Carrel desks with a few house laptops resting on them. There was a leather love seat next to the door; but the comfy couch was not where Jack was planning on playing. Instead, she was more interested in the two long wood tables in the room with four chairs around each for study groups.

As Miranda passed her and slid deeper into the room, Jack took a moment to actually admire the older female's body. Miranda may be an infuriating bitch but at least she had a fantastic ass. Fantastic everything actually...Jack was going to enjoy this. "You're going to regret those words." Jack smirked and strode over to Miranda, moving quickly after what she had perceived as permission was granted. She grabbed the taller woman by the back of her shirt and shoved her a few steps forward and down, bending her over one of the long, wood tables in the room. Before the other Alpha could even recover, Jack's hand had slid up the back of her neck, giving the Domme the leverage she needed to keep Miranda in this position as she lined her body up behind that ass so that one leg was between Miranda's thighs and the other was situated on the outside of her other leg. She'd been kicked by a feisty sub on set before, now she made sure to stand in such a way that any kicks that could possibly be delivered would be glancing blows.

With her struggling sub mostly subdued, Jack leaned down, murmuring softly into Miranda's ear. "'Red' if you need to stop." The young porn star worked in a world of universal safe words and legal bullshit. Jack was a fairly considerate top to the average sub she worked with and hardly ever needed a safe word...but Miranda was kind of a huge bitch and Jack was known to be particularly rough with those kinds of girls. She wasn't sure how much Princess could handle.

Now that that was squared away, Jack straightened herself up as best she could with a hand still on the back of Miranda's neck. "I hope you can be quiet; unless you want to attract an audience." Jack smirked as she used her free hand to flip up Miranda's skirt and see what she was working with. The sight of a perfect porcelain ass barely covered in lacy panties and garters had the young girl giving a low, wolfish whistle. "Looks like you already planned on putting on a show though. Is this for me?" Jack taunted as she ran her fingers along one of Miranda's garters, hooked a finger under the band, pulled, and then let it snap back against her thigh.

"Don't worry princess, I got a reward for you for these slutty clothes." Jack rolled her hips, letting Miranda feel the impressive bulge that the younger girl had managed to discreetly pack despite its size. She kicked Miranda's legs apart a little further so that she could more easily reach between them and check just how wet the other girl was right now.
 
Miranda had never been shy, so it wasn't her first time sneaking away at a party. Still, she rather liked the current situation, the room, which seemed like a study, had everything they needed for Miranda to satisfy her urges, and Jack to help her. As for who the Alpha was, Miranda wasn't thinking about it, the answer would be revealed eventually. Not that she cared as much as people assumed. Well, she did care. Still, simply presenting herself to Jack was a tiny gamble, betting on herself to come out on top in their game of Alpha against Alpha.

"Maybe." Either way, it was going to be fun, and pleasurable. She had watched so many of the younger girl's videos, there was no doubt in her mind it was going to feel amazing, for both of them. Being bent over a table immediately after was enough to make the wolf lose her grin, but she didn't resist or panic, only growling in a low, almost sensual manner. Already she was aroused, Jack's attempt to control her dominant side serving to bring the wolf in her to the surface that much quicker. Once she was firmly pushed down, then she gave a token struggle, as if to test whether the wolf that wanted to claim her in such a dominant manner had her properly pinned. She did.

"Heh, I'll remember the word, so let's see if you can get me there." She taunted, confident the one thing she would do was use a safeword. Having it was good, but she wasn't delicate. In fact, if Jack made the mistake of treating her like a fragile, rich girl, it wouldn't be hard for Miranda to turn the tables. That was the end game, after all, for her to experience everything the top porn star had with lust to spare.

As far as being quiet, she didn't plan on alerting the entire party, but she wasn't going to bite her arm either. "It is now, as is the rest of me... Assuming you can handle it." She wiggled her shapely backside, letting the smooth flesh draw the younger wolf in. She was soaked beneath the slutty apparel, not having arrived at the party with the intention of finding Jack or even thinking she would be there, but being unable to calm herself down once their little game started. Even she wasn't immune to a sexy woman she had seen on film. It was a fantasy, even if a mild, very fresh one.

Being called Princess made her react more than even her thorough arousal, however. Instead of saying she disliked it she bit back. "Nice bulge, I just hope you know how to use it. If all you can do is shoot off at the mouth I'm going to be so very disappointed." She teased, though lacked the playfulness, making it sound precisely like what it was, provocation. It was undermined by her dripping arousal, but it was impossible to control her desires after a few months without sex. Work could be like that, and she had been buried in a project for quite some time before moving back to the city, meaning Jack had Miranda at her most aroused. Not that duration without was the only reason, Jack was.

"Come on porn star, show me how a pro does it." She egged her on, grinding back into Jack's front, clearly making an attempt to top from the bottom. She had to try, even if it was obvious, Jack was definitely winning their little game thus far. It wasn't clear because they had yet to do anything, but just the atmosphere, Jack pushing her down and her liking it, she was sure Jack was just as aware as she was how ahead she was in their game of dominance.
 
"Ohhh that shit's not going to fly, princess." Jack's demeanor changed quickly as the Alpha dove head first into her role as Domme. The hand that had been on the back of Miranda's neck now found a fistful of her hair; she gave a sharp yank, enough to force Miranda's head to pick up and neck to arch back so that Jack could more comfortably talk into her ear. "If you think that I am going to let you run that mouth of yours, you are fucking delusional." Another yank, and then, "Get on your knees," that was the only warning Miranda was going to get before Jack started pulling, hauling the other girl away from the table and to the hardwood floor.

Perhaps the most practical thing about being a porn star was that Jack's hands were so sure when it came to any sexual task that she could multitask, even when she had a pain in the ass submissive. The Alpha made quick work of her belt and her button as she got Miranda onto her knees. By the time the other girl was settled, her fly was coming down, giving a brief flash of deep red boxer briefs before being replaced with a dark purple piece of silicone. The dildo she had managed to pack was impressive - if only for the fact that she had managed to get one of this size strapped to her scrawny body and shoved into her skinny jeans without anyone noticing the bulge underneath.

"Look at me." Jack growled because, well, this was when the magic started and she needed a little misdirection to get this show on the road. Using her magic left Jack at a slight risk but the reward was so very worth it. The risk came from being found out - not because it put her life in danger but then she had to deal with people looking at her with pitying eyes and she didn't need that bullshit. Thankfully most people didn't recognize her for who she was: Jacqueline Naught, the wolf/mage hybrid who had been kidnapped at age 4 by hunters and only broken free via a raid and reunited with her parents at 14. She'd probably been the cautionary tale for millions of wolves back in the day, even now, actually. But she had never worried about people associating her with the girl she had once been; Naught was a common enough mage last name that most people just figured she was some mixed blood mongrel (not many hybrids existed; mages and wolves had a hard time having children, and if they did by some miracle have one, usually the child was one or the other, not both.) She did little to flaunt her abilities, even now the only inkling that she was a mage had been the soft blue glow that swirled around her hand as she ran it up and down the dildo between her legs, turning the lifeless piece of silicone into something that she could feel, something that was actually an extension of herself. Miranda may not have even noticed the glow in her peripheral vision because of Jack's dark eyes boring into hers...or the hand that had only loosened its grip in her hair just enough to not be -too- uncomfortable.

"I don't want to hear another fucking thing out of your mouth until you can figure out how to be a good little bitch. And just to help give you some quiet time to think..." Jack guided the tip of the toy forward, her hand that was still in Miranda's hair prepared to tighten and force the girl to cry out in pain and open up if refused to do so on her own.
 
There was something exciting about being reprimanded by Jack, about the struggle for control they were going through. The older, pureblood Alpha had plenty of arrogance to spare, but she didn't find others beneath her out of some misguided noble principle. She wasn't humble and it was clear that part of her had instantly attracted Jack's ire, but her arrogance originated from a less disdainful source. Miranda considered herself dominant and she was confident, but her confidence stemmed from her professional life, not her personal one. Miranda had accepted the game with the sexy Alpha with reasons that exceeded mere physical attraction, but also because she was curious. How would she react to being loomed over by someone truly dominant, someone who didn't give a damn that she was Miranda Lawson? What would happen when her powerful background and professional identity were stripped away. She had high expectations that Jack wouldn't be like the rest.

The sharp yank of her hair woke Miranda up from her little fantasy, an instinctual growl escaping her lips at the sudden action. It didn't dampen her arousal, far from it, but she found herself struggling, her soft, well cared for hands grabbing Jack's arm and letting her bite at the flesh. Her teeth sunk in, but it only delayed the inevitable, her being forced to her knees. "Hmph, do you think shoving me down here is enough to shut me up?" she snorted, ceasing her struggling after a few tugs of her head failed to untwine Jack's grip. It hurt but she hadn't cried out, though the teeth marks sunk into Jack's forearm made her opinion of the treatment clear. Well, mostly. She was still wet, aroused beyond belief despite the rough treatment, even because of it. It wasn't something like submission that was turning her on, at least not directly, it was the unfamiliarity, how different Jack was, how she wasn't being treated as some untouchable existence. She got the feeling Jack didn't think of anyone as untouchable.

Of course, as much as Miranda liked keeping the upper hand and seeming unperturbed, the toy Jack was packing caused a flash of surprise to cross her features. It was big, imposing even. "Someone's over compensating." She grinned, almost mockingly as she looked up. Her gorgeous, playful eyes looked into Jack's, challenging the younger Alpha the same way she had early. They were daring Jack to push harder, telling her she hadn't done nearly enough to topple the older woman's confidence. Though, there was an intoxicating quality to the younger woman's eyes, the dark orbs seductive in a unique sense. They made it difficult to break contact, and that, combined with the weakness looking away would imply, caused Miranda to keep their eyes locked the entire time. That didn't make her blind though, she had keen eyes, catching even the glow despite keeping her attention focused on those beautiful eyes.

The loosening of Jack's grip gave Miranda a chance to do more than follow her lead. As the toy was pressed towards her mouth she smirked. "It's not going to be that easy." She wouldn't fall into line so quickly, even if her curiosity made her want to experience the porn star's skill first hand. Actually, another sexual act may have been easier to give in to, being bent over a desk or riding on top of the gorgeous 'bad girl'. It was giving oral that made Miranda less inclined to give in, that had her searching for an opportunity. There was little that would be more humiliating for an Alpha than dropping to their knees and obediently taking a cock into their mouth, whether it was real or not. So she rebelled, on instinct mostly, but also for her game. How could she give up in such a huge way before they even started? Being a bit behind and having to crawl her way from the bottom were two different situations.

It was difficult to think of a way out of the situation though. Jack had her on her knees, she was the one wearing the toy, and if Miranda was being honest, Jack was stronger. With everything in the younger Alpha's favor, even a hand in Miranda's hair, it was impossible to find a clear advantage. So what if the grip had loosened, the hand was still there. She thought hard, a tad desperate. Then she remembered the glow. Magic. There was no other explanation, and despite the shock most would receive, Miranda took it well. She didn't dislike mages, she couldn't afford to. As a scientist, she couldn't ignore what magic could offer. So instead of being taken aback, she started to think. What kind of magic was it? Sex magic, no doubt. It also explained why Jack seemed impatient to push the toy through her lips.

Miranda smirked, looking up at Jack with an almost victorious expression on her face. Let's see how long you can keep it together. Instead of resisting and giving Jack time to adjust, Miranda took the entirety of the toy into her mouth, her tongue jumping to action. She had never given a blowjob before, but it wasn't the humiliation she was thinking about, it was how to make it feel as amazing as possible. If she wanted to get ahead, to push Jack into a lesser position, she needed to make the younger girl moan, make her buck her hips, make her desperate for more. It was a gamble, but Miranda liked to gamble, loved the thrill... And she learned quickly.
 
Jack bit back several smart ass comments to keep the two of them from entering verbal sparring. If she were at work, if this were one of the girls she had reoccurring roles with, Jack would have let herself be more playful and flexible in how she topped. But a first time session with a pain in the ass pureblood? No. She had to push, had to make the other girl realize that being an Alpha did not mean you were also a true dominant. There was little better way she could think of humiliating an Alpha than putting them on their knees and forcing them to service her.

As big of a fight that Miranda had put on, even going so far as to actually bite her, Jack had expected more resistance when she had gotten the older woman onto her knees. Instead, Jack was treated to an eager mouth and a slightly clumsy tongue lashing at the underside of her cock. She let out a hiss of breath, her hips giving an inadvertent buck forward to seek more warmth and attention. Miranda was going all in on this, wrapping Jack up in pleasure but also leaving her in a state of confusion. Why had the older girl's demeanor changed so quickly? From fighting Jack to now bobbing on her cock like an eager whore without much prompting....that was a pretty damn big jump, even for a sub. It took a moment for her pleasure clouded brain to put two and two together - by then Miranda had managed to figure out several ways to swirl her tongue that made Jack nearly use it. "I know what you're trying to do." The wolf growled, realizing that Miranda was trying to (and unfortunately succeeding at) making her cum early. Of course her endgame goal was to cum, but the problem was cumming in under 10 minutes due to her sub trying to force her.

"You think you're so fucking clever, don't you?" Dark eyes narrowed dangerously. "You don't get to decide when I cum." Jack gripped Miranda's hair tighter and then pulled out. For a moment she regretted her decision - Miranda's mouth had been perfect, just like the fucking rest of her. But it was very clear that the older woman didn't understand this whole 'submissive' thing, and Jack was going to have to show her. So she hauled her up, rearranging them yet again, and putting Miranda back to her place draped over the table. Jack worked quickly, flipping up the girl's skirt upward as she drew her belt out of her jeans. "Don't move," was the only warning Miranda would get as Jack set up to discipline her.

The belt smelled faintly of leather and coconut oil - a trick Jack had picked up from working in the industry. All of her dress belts were softened by the oil, made more supple and more like a toy designed for spanking. It still stung like hell, was harsher than her hand or even a nice, broken in paddle... but it was more flexible, gave Jack more control and the ability to actually have a bit of a flourish as she struck. Just because she didn't have an actual audience didn't mean she wasn't going to perform! She doubled up the belt so that it would give a more dramatic crack! and stood back enough that Miranda could catch a glimpse of her, could watch her gather up the looped end in her opposite hand, see her draw her arm back to start the blow and then flick her wrist to get the belt to aim squarely over Miranda's left cheek. Two practice shots, one on the left, one on the right, then a harder strike that was underneath them and right across. Then Jack fell into a rhythm, giving light taps that progressed to harder slaps. "You are mine to use." Crack! "Mine to take pleasure from." Crack! "You understand? Crack!
 
Jack had caught on to her plan quick, Miranda could see it in her eyes. The porn star was anything but pleased. It made Miranda feel a little smug, accomplished because making things difficult for the sexy Alpha was precisely her goal. There was no way to make being on her knees and giving Jack oral dignified, only how to fight back as much as possible. Her attempt had worked, the adorable little buck of Jack's hips said everything, and it made the older Alpha proud, considering she had no fucking idea what she was doing. She was imaginative and a quick learner, but nobody had ever made Miranda Lawson get on her knees and blow them, and the fact that Jack did had a shiver running down the wolf's spine.

Still, Jack wasn't slow on the uptake, a quality Miranda enjoyed in a competitor, but one that made it much more difficult to pull ahead easily. To her, it was still all a game, pleasurable, a bit humiliating, but an exhilarating game regardless. Her eyes said it all as she looked up at Jack, a grin on her toy filled lips, 'I do think I'm clever. Don't you?' She never got a straight answer, but Jack's fingers tightening in her hair said enough. Miranda whined slightly in discomfort, standing quickly, only for her haste to give Jack easy leverage to turn her about and bend her over once more. Not that the strong, powerful Alpha needed any help handling her. Miranda could fight, in fact, she was impressive when she wanted to be, but Jack had her beat in raw physical strength. It was a rather arousing thought, Jack's strength. Wolves loved a strong partner, at least Miranda did. Weak women were boring, she had been with enough to know, a challenge, that was what got Miranda out of bed in the morning, and it also worked rather well in turning her on, apparently.

"What are you?" Her fantasy had barely ended when she noticed the belt, the intimidating accessory currently held back. Crack! Over and over, harder and harder. Each smack left Miranda dazed, a yelp escaping her lips at the final, hardest strike. She didn't move for a moment, turning her head to glare at Jack with a tiny bit of anger. Actually, it was cuter than anything. She wasn't crying but there were some tears at the corner of her eyes, and she was scowling, but it came across more as a pout than actual fury. She should have been furious, should have yelled and resisted, but what Jack had said caught her so off guard, pushed such a perfect button, that she hadn't been able to react right until that moment. Mine. Fuck, that word, the way Jack said it. Something about it had made her melt, even if just for a brief time. It was enough for her to take the spanking and show that adorable pouty look. "Hmph, think a bit of pain is going to make me beg?" She growled, trying to play tough. Honestly, she didn't know what was going through her head. "Going to have to do more than that to make me understand anything!"
 
As big of a pain in the ass as Miranda was, she made an absolutely beautiful sub. Her rear was pale and fleshy, showing marks easily and causing little hesitation for Jack to leave them there in the first place. (Jack did have a thing for curvier and more athletic girls; if only because they could handle pain better than a more delicate woman.) She also didn't cry or howl at a simple paddling; some glassy eyes, but that was to be expected after getting struck nearly 10 times with a belt. And even now, even after she had taken her punishment, she was still putting up a fight.

This was the most fun part of getting a new sub: the training.

"Yeah, I do." Jack chuckled because she found that question amusing. No matter how vanilla the person, most people understood that pain was a key part of BDSM. "Alright, let me break things down for you." Jack smirked as she set down the belt next to Miranda's head, giving her a constant reminder of what would happen if she acted out again. "Now look, I just lit up every nerve on your perfect little ass." Jack grazed her nails over the bright red flesh, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough so that Miranda got her point. "Everything I do to you is going to feel more intense from now on... So this..." WHACK! Jack's quickly cupped her hand hand delivered a harsh blow to the older girl's behind. "Will hurt way more than normal. And this..." Jack walked her fingers down from the bright red handprint on Miranda's ass, down to her sopping wet slit. She pushed her thong off to the side and ran a finger teasingly through the slickness she found there. "This will feel much better...."

"So do you want to learn a new trick and beg?" Jack slid into position behind her bent over sub. She took light hold of the toy strapped to her and pressed it forward. As tempting as it was to ease herself inside, she managed to keep enough self control to merely nudge the tip against Miranda's entrance. "Or do you want to continue to be a stubborn bitch and not get a reward."
 
Miranda hated to lose, but she had known going in that she was at a severe disadvantage. In fact, if Miranda hadn't wanted it, there's no way she would have challenged the younger Alpha to a game of dominance. She had seen the videos, and Jack was the embodiment of a powerful domme. It defined her, and Miranda was smart enough to know what she was getting herself into. She wasn't resigned from the start, far from it. She loved a challenge, putting herself at a disadvantage and rising up in victory nonetheless. Yet, if there was one thing she knew, it was the relationship between failure and success. Failure was common, perhaps more common than success when one pushed the limits of their ability, of what they knew. That was precisely what Miranda had done. She challenged a true Domme with little more than baseless confidence and pure lust.

Miranda had no intention of giving up, but it was difficult to refute the younger woman as the effect of her punishment was revealed. Sensitivity, enough to make Miranda suck in a breath from pain and give a soft moan soon after from pleasure. Fuck, it felt good, so good. It was a skill the older Alpha couldn't compete with, proof how far out of her depths she was. Miranda was a top, not a Domme. Jack's skillset could leave Miranda in the dust. This is a woman who knows what she's doing. It was a brief thought, but one that made Miranda bite her lip in frustration, and need. She was conflicted, wanting to resist and win, but needing the pleasure Jack was ready to give her. What other woman had offered her such ecstasy? Who would dare bend Miranda Lawson over a table and demand her beg to get the pleasure she craved? Nobody, and it that made it impossible to resist.

She looked back at Jack, her eyes showing just how hungry for the woman she truly was. She couldn't hide how badly she wanted the pleasure, but she wasn't ashamed. They both wanted one another, it wasn't a secret. "Don't act all high and mighty." She growled after a moment, putting up what felt like a token struggle as she fought the urge to push back and impale herself on the toy. "I know you used magic... And we both know you're dying to be inside of me." So just do it! Fuck me! She shouted at Jack inside her head, finishing her own thought in the privacy of her mind. She didn't think the sexy porn star would suddenly change her tune, decide not to make her beg. Miranda was smart enough to realize she was being tamed in a sense. Still, she had to try.

When Jack didn't give her what she was looking for, an out of some sort, Miranda let out a frustrated growl. She hadn't expected anything, but her last effort to save some dignity had failed. She made her decision. After another unintentionally-cute glare, she looked directly into Jack's eyes and said the words Jack wanted to here. "Fuck me... Please." It was pathetic as far as begs went, but for Miranda, it was enough to make her cheeks glow with color, flushed from embarrassment. When had she ever begged? It was humiliating. She was begging to be fucked, even if her little 'please' could barely be considered begging. For someone with her background, with her status and pride... For someone who worked and achieved so much, begging was new. In her entire life, Jack was probably the first person she had ever begged for anything.

It shouldn't have been so easy, and her willpower certainly wasn't weak. What it boiled down to was logic. The longer she resisted, the more Jack got out of it and eventually, she would have to beg or stop entirely. She chose to give in, to take pleasure over punishment or regret. She was attracted to Jack and she didn't want to stop. It was the smart choice. Besides, there would still be chances, she hadn't given up yet. It seemed desperate even to her, but she hadn't become a motionless doll or overly eager sub after begging. Instead, her ass starting to slowly grind back into the toy. "Come on..." She held back a whine, deciding to add just a bit more honesty to convince Jack to accept her paltry beg and give them both what they wanted, pleasure.
 
Jack couldn't help but laugh at Miranda's comment; 'dying' to be inside of her was a stretch. In her line of work there were plenty of times when she would have to stop halfway through a scene, reposition, repeat a line, or break entirely because of equipment issues. "You know what I do for work, right? I hear "cut!" from a director every ten minutes. At least. I could walk away and leave you here all wound up if I needed to." Granted, she never used magic on set because it was indeed more difficult to keep her shit together if she could actually feel what was happening, but Miranda didn't need to know that. Jack was eager, definitely, and yet she waited; she wasn't some impatient top who just wanted to fuck, she was a Domme who wanted to break a pretender alpha.

As much practice as Miranda had pretending to be a proud Alpha, she had absolutely none when it came to being her truly submissive self. This is probably the first time princess has ever had to ask for anything. Jack quickly realized that training Miranda was going to be much more difficult than she initially thought. Getting the other girl to say 'please' was a surprisingly major victory. Seeing the older girl blushing as she was pushed out of her comfort zone was pretty satisfying...but still, Jack stood in place, figuring she could get a better attempt out of Miranda. After what felt like forever, Jack got a whine and a bit more of an earnest plea for her to get going. Better...

"We're going to have to work on this..." Jack grinned and ran her hands over Miranda's sides in a gesture of praise. It wasn't quite what she had wanted but Miranda was obviously new to all of this so she would need quite a bit of training. "'Please, Mistress, fuck me.' would have been better," Jack put a little more emphasis on the word 'mistress' as she began to adjust Miranda just the slightest bit. "Then you present yourself to me, like a good needy bitch....just like this." Jack had her sub spread her legs just a tiny bit more and lift her ass a little higher into the air. "And then you wait, like a good girl, instead of trying to rock back onto my cock like you were a few seconds ago. Which reminds me..." Whack! Jack's hand came down in a light smack; not too hard because she didn't want to discourage slight bouts of rebellion, but a slap none the less because Miranda needed to know what wasn't going to get away with shit.

"But I guess it's not bad for your first time. So I'll give you a reward." Perhaps if she hadn't cast that spell earlier, she would have made Miranda redo the whole bit. Unfortunately she was starting to get impatient herself and so pushed forward, guiding the tip of her cock into Miranda's entrance. Inch after inch of her shaft sank in slowly as Jack savored the tight heat that clung to her. She kept up this leisurely pace, hips moving at an unhurried speed despite the fact that need and desire were coiling in her belly. "You want it faster? Beg for it."
 
Miranda hadn't become so addled that she bought Jack's bullshit. She used magic and suffered through feeling it all during shoots? Maybe some dumb fucking ditz would whine and pout that she had been defeated by such thin logic, but not her. Of course, she wasn't so naive to think that didn't matter either. No doubt the younger woman had the ability to keep herself under control, far more than she did in the situation. Fuck, she could barely contain herself. She had absolutely zero experience being teased and toyed with, it was difficult for the older Alpha to deal with it. Fortunately, she hated to lose, that and her pride continued to resist the tattooed domme.

Jack's rough hands brushing across her milky flesh made Miranda shiver in delight, as did the idea of being more... Theatrical. She couldn't bring herself to say what Jack wanted her to, but the idea of giving herself over to the situation was tempting. "You wish." She hissed as her legs were spread and her ass lifted. She wasn't some needy bitch like Jack claimed! It was hard to even think such conflicting thoughts, as her desire to be taken was strong enough to pull another whine from her lovely lips. She tried to hold it back and succeeded in keeping herself quiet, but it was clear her body was more honest than her words. Holy shit, she couldn't believe how much she was starting to want it, that was a bad sign! If she wanted it so badly and kept giving in, she would end up taking it without even trying. That couldn't happen, Miranda didn't think of herself as submissive, especially not some passive little doll to be played with without consequence!

Just when Miranda was working up the willpower to make some sort of move, she got her reward. A moan spilled forth as her entire body was zapped with pleasure. If one word could sum up the moment it would be 'finally'. Her first true dominant partner and the first woman to ever hear her beg. Miranda wasn't the type to put herself in vulnerable situations, hell even a partner getting to use a toy on her was rare, and yet she was being toyed with by Jack. The professional porn star was giving the wolf an experience she had never dreamed of having. The only thing she underestimated was Miranda's desire to win, and perhaps that she saw it as a game, to begin with. It was about pleasure and physical attraction, but that wasn't all it was. So, Jack's pause, the brief moment where she prodded Miranda for even more begging, was all the Alpha needed to sober up. If Jack had kept going Miranda would have fallen into her pace, lost herself to the feeling of being claimed, but getting so close to that and then being reminded, it was enough to frighten the Alpha out of her needy stupor.

She had been moments away from looking into Jack's eyes with a needy expression and giving her another delicious whine. With her muddled mind clearer than before she managed to make a different decision though, her final attempt at wrestling back some control, albeit a naive attempt. She mustered up her strength and turned the situation, practically tackling Jack to the floor with a growl and mounting her. It happened quickly, a brief display of Miranda's physical abilities, though it was more technique and surprise than strength. It wasn't pretty but she didn't care, it put Jack on her back and gave Miranda the chance she needed. The Alpha had gone from bent over to on top of in a matter of moments, and it left her looking down at Jack from atop, hungrily.

"I want your cock so badly, Mistress." She said, having turned her body around before mounting her, leaving them face to face. The words were almost mocking, honest but betrayed by her actions and the slight grin on her face. The dissonance didn't stop Miranda from acting, it was her final chance to turn the situation, or so she thought. Actually, if she thought about everything, she would have known Jack wouldn't allow it, but some things needed to be proven to properly sink in. In the meantime, Miranda quickly aligned herself with the toy, sinking down on top of it with her tight, hot slit, enveloping Jack in her entirety as she began to ride the magically enlivened toy. It felt, amazing. Enough to draw a few moans from Miranda's lips, but she wanted more, so much more, and she actually thought she was going to get it.
 
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