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

Slow strokes may be torturous for the both of them, but Jack was pretty confident that Miranda would give her the begging that she wanted so that they could have a little more fun. So her grips were loose, her muscles were relaxed, her thrusts were lazy...and so when Miranda suddenly pushed back against her, Jack had not been prepared for it at all. She fell backwards, so shocked and confused by the sudden change in position that it took her a bit for her pleasure addled mind to kick in. By then, Miranda was ontop of her, mocking her, riding her, and making the biggest mistake she could have possibly made.

Jack snarled and snapped her teeth before bursting off of her prone position with a surprising amount of force. Short and wiry as she was, there was quite a bit of muscle packed into her lithe form. Added to her power was the knowledge of how to use it: Jack was a seasoned Parekura fighter and a woman who played a full contact sport. She wrestled the other woman down to the ground, her cock slipping out of her in the struggle. "Off, everything off!" Jack barked out the order before her own rough hands were pulling, tugging, and tearing every shred of Miranda's clothing off. Whatever the other woman valued, she better damn well remove herself because Jack was going to destroy every piece of fabric that got in her way. She wouldn't be satisfied until the other woman was left completely bare and vulnerable. "If you can't fucking behave then you don't deserve your clothes."

As soon as the other female was bare, their positions were changing again. Jack was getting onto her knees just as she forced Miranda be face down on the ground. She had her knee in the other girl's back as she popped up, finding her belt still on the table and grabbing it. The strikes that rained down on Miranda's ass were punishing this time, more than hard enough to hurt like hell and allmmooosssttt hard enough to break skin. It was rare that Jack topped this way: raw, primal, and borderline violent. Such emotions were usually reserved for a steady sub who she knew. Hell, even when she was hired to work a job that required a more intense BDSM scene with a stranger, it was all still scripted, all likes and limits were agreed upon by all parties involved first. But Miranda had managed to piss her off so much that Jack didn't care that this was the other girl's first time being dominated. She wasn't going to play nice, she wasn't going to tease, and she wasn't going to stop until she heard the safe word.

"Pull that shit again I'll make sure you won't be able to sit for a week," The Alpha seethed into her sub's ear after she had delivered the 12th strike. With or without another round of punishment, Miranda may not be able to sit right for a week because Jack was planning on fucking her into oblivion in order to show her her place. "Come on, you're not done yet, ass up." Jack got off of Miranda and knelt behind her, then tugged at the other girl's hips to get them up in the air. "Head down!" The Alpha snapped when her sub moved to get to all fours. Miranda had made herself untrustworthy with that last stun, so now Jack would put her into an even more subservient position than normal.

The first thrust came with little warning, Jack lining up her cock and sheathing herself in Miranda's soaking wet slit in one rough stroke. Then next thrust was just as brutal as the first and after a few more snaps of her hips, her pace was set. Jack let her mind drift to the fuzzy area between herself and her wolf and her body followed suit by keeping up the rough, animalistic fucking.
 
Sometimes, experiencing something was the only way to learn. Miranda should have known what would happen, but despite that, she had pushed when she should have poked. She didn't get an irritated response, she got a primal one. She found herself at the mercy of an Alpha, a very dominant, controlling Alpha, who was tired of being challenged. The bit of pride and arrogance Miranda had grabbed from her power play was ripped away so completely there was no way back. She had been right from the start, she was out of her depths with Jack, but that was what made everything exciting.

Jack proved her strength, a more concrete power than the cunning and unpracticed technique Miranda had. It was raw, unchallengeable strength. Even when she tried to retake control she could do nothing, a helpless creature swept away in the storm that was Jack. No matter what she tried she was easily controlled and stripped. Her clothing was torn from her body, revealing every curve and the milky white of her supple, flawless body. Whether it was a random blessing, genetics, or effort, Miranda was perfect. Every part of her body was beautifully sculpted, and it was entirely Jack's to do with as she wished. Miranda couldn't hold her own against the enraged Alpha.

She didn't have time to struggle for long, soon she could only cry out as she was doled out the punishment for her actions. Each blow cracked across her skin, leaving angry red marks across her porcelain ass. Miranda's voice cried out each time, her eyes watering with tears, but there was a lack of venom one would expect a proud woman to have after being mistreated. Instead, when Jack finished, when she heard that threatening tone, she found herself wanting... More. Not punishment, she didn't exactly love the pain itself, but it was doing something spectacular to her. She absentmindedly nodded her head, cheeks flushed with arousal as she was given her next order. Obedience, it happened almost naturally after the ruthless spanking, her body rising up on instinct. Whether it happened because she didn't want to be punished again or because she wanted to be taken by this dominant creature above her, she didn't know. Not knowing was a bit scary, especially for a first-time sub, but one thing was certain, Miranda didn't find it entirely unpleasant. If she did, she wouldn't keep going, even if she hated giving up or losing.

She even found herself acknowledging the position Jack forced her into, lifting her ass like a needy bitch but not attempting to push herself up with her hands. She presented herself, ready to be claimed. So, when the first thrust came there was a pleased moan, far more obvious than she had been before. Then again, it was much easier to feel that pleasure in contrast to the throbbing pain in her ass. Again and again, she was spread open by Jack's toy, her cock. Each thrust had Jack's hips slamming into her sensitive ass, each moan of pleasure tinged with pain. It felt... So good, so fucking good.

As she grew accustomed to the pain, Miranda recovered some of her awareness, slowly getting the ability to function back. All she could do before was take it and moan, practically Jack's toy to fuck as she pleased, but as some clarity returned to her eyes she started to react more. Only, thoughts of winning were already gone. She had lost, even her wolf had accepted it, the idea of being the top Alpha between them was squashed. How could she deny it when she was being so thoroughly claimed beneath Jack? She couldn't, and at the moment she didn't want to. Fuck, she wanted more, more! How could she get more though? She knew the answer. "Claim me... Alpha." She didn't even have to spit it out through her teeth, only a minor hesitance, followed by her adding on a more resolute, "Mistress." Rough, forceful, primal, it drilled her place into Miranda's mind.
 
Miranda was an absolutely gorgeous submissive: perfect porcelain skin that lit up a beautiful shade of red when it was marked, curvy body that had a little muscle mixed in to the softness to grab....she was infuriatingly perfect and Jack had made it up in her mind to destroy her. Every thrust was backed with all of the power Jack had, and there was no doubt in her mind that Miranda was going to be wearing a lot of bruises on her hips and thighs in the morning. And all this rough treatment was finally backing Miranda into the submissive corner that she wanted the entitled princess in. "Good girl..." Jack offered praise after the word 'Mistress' had been uttered and adjusted her thrusts so that they were slightly less selfish. Now at least the tip of the toy ran purposefully against her sub's front wall with every snap forward, giving Miranda more pleasure than before with each stroke.

Sweat was beginning to form at her brow as she focused on fucking Miranda into the floorboards, one of the drawbacks of staying fully clothed while exerting herself in such a way. Their difference in dress only reinforced their power dynamic, giving Jack a heady rush of power even as she overheated. "Fuck, you're so eager," the younger girl groaned as tight silk shivered and clutched around her shaft; they had just started and Miranda was already trying to draw out her orgasm like a good needy bitch. "Already craving my mark."

This scene had quickly devolved into such a primal mess that Jack couldn't bring herself to make either of them hold back any longer. She was close to her first orgasm and could feel that Miranda was near hers so decided to let them both enjoy the pleasure that was rapidly building up. "Go on greedy slut, cum." Jack snarled as she rammed herself as deeply as she could, finally reaching her peak with a loud roar. She draped herself over her sub as pleasure shot through her body, her hips giving short, uneven jogs as she focused on sinking her teeth into the join of Miranda's neck and shoulder. Biting only made her cum all the harder as her primal need to mark was sated.
 
It wasn't lost on the older Alpha that submitting brought a lot more pleasure. In fact, it was impossible not to notice. From the moment she showed a more subservient side, albeit from being fucked into submission and not absolute deference, Jack had given her so much pleasure. Her thrusts were still rough and primal, but she made sure it made Miranda feel just as good as she felt. It was the same with everything else, each facet of treatment becoming more purposeful and pleasant. Though, even if she didn't keep her grip quite as tight, which had been done to ensure Miranda had no chance at disobeying, there were still going to be bruising. She knew it, Jack had been so rough. Her milky flesh would be marred with bruises and marks for some time, reminders of what happened when she lost to the powerful Domme. Proof, there was something sexy about being marked, marked with failure. She, who was so used to succeeding would be reminded that she had been taken.

It was a bit twisted, to be so assured of her own dominance, so confident, and yet also so pleased to be fucked beneath a stronger wolf. Yet, Miranda didn't find it strange. Wolves appreciated the power, and Miranda did as well, more than most. She was confident enough not to feel threatened by it. Even when Jack made her intentions to mark Miranda clear, the older girl did nothing to stop her, growing eager instead. Yes, take what you've won. That was the state of her emotions, of her desires. She wanted to be claimed, to be Jack's prize for her victory. It was arousing.

She was so engrossed in her own pleasure that she barely heard Jack allowing her to cum. Fortunately, the younger woman was being generous, as Miranda doubted she could have controlled herself. She had been writhing and pushing back against her from the start, moaning like a needy whore. From the moment she accepted her place she hadn't held back. Despite that, the moment Jack told her to it happened, as if by command. The body that had been giving itself so eagerly to Jack began to jerk with intense pleasure and her sultry cries filled the room. Then, unexpectedly, she felt teeth sink into her neck. She didn't pull away, however, didn't reject the primal marking, but let her head tilt to the side, giving her soft, slender neck over to the younger girl. She accepted Jack's mark, the bite of someone stronger. For the first time in her life another wolf had claimed her with a bite, and it was a younger girl. It all felt, amazing. Something about it sent delight shooting through Miranda, as she panted beneath the young, athletic woman.

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They hadn't ended it after a single round, but they didn't go all night either, only a little longer... Well, actually Miranda couldn't really remember. It was a few orgasms later and the party was still going on, but with Jack's skill and their rather impressive sexual compatibility, it hadn't taken all that long for both of them to experience a heap of pleasure. By the end, Miranda had been exhausted though, not physically but mentally. She had been played with by Jack and experienced more firsts than she would ever admit. Not to mention she had called Jack 'Mistress' a few times, but it was oddly arousing so she didn't think about it too much.

After it ended, and Miranda took a moment to catch her breath, she turned her head and stared at Jack, who looked worn as well, but still in better shape than her. "Clothes... You ripped mine, find me some more?" She didn't order but asked, quite charmingly at that, a big smile on her face as she refused to turn over and sit up, not wanting to sit at all. It hurt! Instead, she gave Jack a beautiful smile and laid there, Jack's well-fucked, tired plaything. How could the younger girl say no when she asked with a lack of arrogance and after claiming her again and again. At least, when Jack had left the room she was hoping it was to follow through with her tiny request and bring back something to wear, otherwise, she was going to end up waiting for awhile before making some mad scheme to escape without everyone seeing her naked and marked. Ugh, she was confident in her body but she was supposed to start teaching here! How could she just shamelessly walk through a party half-nude? Also, there was no way she could let those pictures spread, she was a professional. Ah, so troublesome... She better come back. She thought with furrowed brows.
 
As Miranda unraveled underneath her, trembling and shivering in pleasure, Jack's jaw tightened, her teeth digging deeper into that deliciously tender flesh. Even though the younger girl was a slave to her instincts at the moment, she knew better than to break skin....she just settled on leaving one hell of a bruise. As the two of them stayed in that position, Jack's pacing adjusted to nothing more than a slow grind before she finally stilled for a moment. Even after their first orgasm, Jack wasn't finished with Miranda. She allowed them a short break so that the two of them could catch their breath, even showed a little wolfish affection by licking and nuzzling at the place she had just bruised with her teeth, but soon she was off again. As satisfying as the first orgasm had been, her pride wouldn't let her stop until Miranda was a well-fucked mess.

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By the end of their session, Miranda appeared to be more than satisfied and Jack was content to just lay ontop of her sub and take a moment to cool off. She had removed her shirt halfway through their second round, leaving her in a sports bra and pants that were still around her knees. "Hrrrmph." Jack grunted at the prodding to move and go retrieve Miranda some clothes. "Oh they're not that bad..." She glanced over to the pile of discarded clothes and saw the blouse nearly ripped in half. Alright, maybe she had been a little more violent than she had remembered. "Okay, okay, I'll get you something." Jack couldn't deny that cute smile, especially when Miranda was looking satisfied and wearing her mark.

She tried to make herself as presentable as possible before leaving the room...even though she was sweaty, her pants were stained with girl cum, and she smelled like sex. As she exited the study, no one really seemed to notice her level of dishevelment because it was late and pretty far into the party. She managed to make her way to her room without interruption, then set herself to the task of finding clothes for her plaything.

Jack frowned a little bit as she tore through her closet and dresser, trying to find something that would fit Miranda. Not only was the older wolf a hell of a lot curvier than she was, but she was also a bit taller. Finding something had taken a little longer than she would have liked (Jack didn't like to leave new subs alone after a scene, especially a very draining scene like that) and the best she could do was find a baggy hoodie and her comfiest pair of pajama pants. Not the best clothes for princess, but they'll have to do. Jack tossed both articles of clothing over her arm and then jogged back downstairs, through the throng of people in the living room and kitchen, down the hall, and into the study.

"Here, they're comfortable at least." Jack said as she handed Miranda off the clothes.

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Sarah and Amelia had gotten roped into a drinking game with some of the girls (poor Amelia had to drink all of Sarah's drinks because the younger wolf didn't drink and wouldn't have drank anyways because she was the DD). Due to her anxiety, Sarah was always hyper aware of her surroundings and when there was something out of place in them, she was quick to notice. "Is that...Miranda?" Sarah blinked as she caught sight of the out of place older wolf. They weren't at a formal party by any means, but a hoodie and plaid pajama pants were definitely not something a stranger would wear to the rugby house.

"Amelia!" Sarah laughed and nipped at her slightly tipsy girlfriend who had ignored the question and instead tried to kiss and nibble at her neck for the hundredth time tonight instead. "Pay attention," the beta gave a cute pout and then nodded over to the girl in a hoodie and pajama pants that she had been talking about.
 
Jack was a bit of a softie. Well, perhaps not, maybe they were similar people. For instance, Miranda had been rebellious and a pain in the ass from the start, and was still throbbing with discomfort after Jack's spirited performance, but the moment it ended she couldn't be more satisfied, and even pleasant. Jack seemed similar, being very rough and dominant while claiming Miranda, but seeming to relax quite quickly afterward. It only caused Miranda to smile wider, watching Jack as she walked out of the study, leaving the older Alpha to relax naked on the floor. She even started playing with the tattered clothing a bit, pouting adorably while she was alone over the loss of such a splendid outfit.

When Jack returned Miranda was still in the same spot. She was comfortably spread out on the floor, her voluptuous, spanked ass, milky white back, and marked neck all visible from above. She didn't bother trying to cover the bite with her hair, wearing almost proudly as she lay there by herself, recovered but weary. When she noticed Jack she finally stood up though, standing to her feet and taking the clothes from the younger girl's hands. "Hmmm, a bit baggy and horrifically drab huh." Cheap didn't matter, some cheap goods were nice, Miranda shopped high fashion because she could, not because she had some obsession with expensive items. If she could, why not? She seemed to use that philosophy a lot, like tonight. Oh, look, the porn star. She's hot, we're here, why not? Yeah, she should work on that, though, it served her well.

She grinned at the thought, slipping into the baggy clothes, that she was soon more thankful for than she cared to admit. Baggy was tacky, especially compared to what she came in, but it was hard enough wearing the loose clothes on her marked, exhausted body. She couldn't imagine having to wear something tight or revealing. "It'll work." She looked at Jack with a bit more thanks in her eyes than she expressed from her mouth. She was sure Jack had noticed the slight flinch when she had pulled the pajama pants over her ass anyway.

After thinking for a moment she stepped forward in front of Jack, looking more charming than anyone had a right to in pajama pants and a hoodie. Then, without warning she leaned in and captured Jack's lips, a passionate kiss stolen. When she pulled back she had a smirk resting on her face and her tongue licked her lips seductively. "I had way more fun than I expected to have tonight thanks to you." She reached up and brushed her fingers across the mark on her neck, leaning close to Jack as she moved past her, using the sudden action and the following confusion to make an escape. "You're the first person to ever have me like that, to dominate and mark me. It was very enjoyable." She whispered, pausing just long enough to give Jack the tantalizing bit of information before she walked out of the study room, ready to leave the party and collapse on her bed. She did her best not to show it, but Jack had drained her.

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Amelia was tipsy, close to drunk actually. She didn't normally go so far, but for some reason, with Sarah being more responsive and loose to her come ons, she let loose. She drank a bit more, was flirtier and handsier, and while she still kept enough rationale and Amelia love to be moderate in her affections, she was definitely enjoying the intimacy they had started to develop. Still, it seemed to make her a slightly worse listener, or was it her attention span that was being shortened? She really couldn't tell. Regardless, as long as she got to snuggle and nip at Sarah for most of the night she was fine with it. If only that were the case.

"Miranda?" She asked, grumbling a bit because of the failed attempts at getting what she wanted. Only, it was Miranda. "Huh, she definitely didn't wear that here, right?" She asked rhetorically but only thought for a moment before she was grinning and chuckling to herself. "She got laid, and apparently it went well." She joked, leaning in and biting at Sarah's neck. "Guess she had to borrow clothes after she had her fun. "Want to reenact whatever scene we can imagine back home? Or should we go snoop around and see who robbed her of her clothes?" Okay, she was really drunk, because both options sounded super fun when she said them out loud. Now she wanted to do both, snoop and then reenact. Shouldn't be hard, Sarah knew them all, she had probably seen someone in those pajamas before, right? Maybe not... Detective time! Or sex? Oh, nap. She had no idea what she wanted, aside from more snuggles from the gorgeous beta next to her. "Love you~" She slurred randomly, nuzzling into Sarah's neck again, before attempting to nibble at her yet again.
 
Jack rolled her eyes at the comment that her pajamas were drab. Of course they were drab! They were fucking pajamas! "Don't tell me you have designer pajamas," the Alpha smirked as she watched Miranda slide on her clothes. She didn't miss the little flinch the older woman gave when she tugged the pajama bottoms over her beaten ass; nor did she miss the look of gratitude for having something given to her that wasn't tight or stiff. As a Domme, Jack liked to think she knew what was best for a sub and sometimes, like now, that line of reasoning was reinforced.

There was something strangely satisfying about seeing another girl in her hoodie, even if it was one of her more plain pieces of clothing. Jack looked a little smug as Miranda approached her. She was just about to step aside and let the other girl pass when the gap between them was suddenly closed and their lips were connected in a kiss. Jack was surprised at first but eventually loosened up and fell easily into the kiss, arms wrapping lightly around Miranda, mouth opening to allow her tongue to come in an play. She purred as they parted, her smile only turning a little more smug as she received the compliment. "Glad you liked it." Jack then slid to the side and let Miranda leave. She had been putting up a mild front to show she hadn't been tired, but after a scene like that, even she needed to go shower and hop into bed.

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Sarah let out a noise that was between a gasp and a whimper when blunt teeth sank into her neck. The poor beta had been getting tormented and teased all night, and it only got worse the more tipsy Amelia got. If her girlfriend wasn't sweetly nuzzling at her neck or kisses her cheek, she was busy trying to sneakily grab her ass or nibble her ear! It was torture! She supposed she should have discouraged such behavior as soon as it had started...but it was nice to see her usually stoic girlfriend be much more affectionate and animated.

"Amelia!" The beta's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at the suggestion that they go reenact whatever scene had caused Miranda to lose all of her clothes and get this set of pajamas as a replacement. Not pajamas...sick day clothes.... Jack wears them whenever she doesn't feel good. Sarah remembered coming over to hang out with Bridget a month or two ago and seeing Jack curled up in the living room couch of the house, sick and watching cartoons in the very hoodie and pajamas in question. If Jack had been the one to tear Miranda's clothes to shreds, Sarah was pretty certain whatever reenacting her and Amelia could imagine would be nowhere near as kinky as what had actually happened.

"I think it's time to take you home, you lush." Honestly Sarah was far too sober to be the subject of her friends' shit-eating grins as they watched her flustered responses to Amelia's drunken, handsy actions. Plus, she was starting to feel the pull from her lover's omega nature and if she was starting to feel it, it was only a matter of time before more people were drawn over to the delicious omega scent. If push came to shove, Sarah would fight to keep Amelia safe...but she was a beta and was much more cut out for running away rather than throwing punches in an attempt to defend her girlfriend's honor. "Come on, maybe Miranda would like a ride home as well."
 
Amelia wanted to whine when Sarah mentioned Miranda, but in the end, it was her friend and she wasn't drunk enough to abandon her. Besides, it would be fun to give the girl a hard time and give her a hard time she did. Of course, Miranda was sober, so when Amelia tried to tease her, the older girl poked back, having a spar of wits the entire way back. Lucky for her Amelia wasn't entirely connected to her wits after all the alcohol! And lucky for her that her place was close by, or the horny Amelia would have dropped her off and made her call a cab so they could get home faster. Not really, but the thought did cross her mind for a split second. She really wanted to get Sarah home, the idea that they would make passionate love floating around her head.

Her desires were dashed as she was tucked into bed instead of undressed. Their arrival back home and her groping and nibbles had been met with a stern talking to about how she needed to sleep it off and rest. Psh, like that's what she needed. No! She needed her Sarah bunny! She was so drunk, enough to think nearly falling out of bed was a good sign for the night ahead. She didn't stay tucked in after Sarah went to take her shower but instead slipped out of bed and out of her clothes. Once she was comfortably naked she headed to the bathroom, hearing the water running and approaching with a grin. She had ideas.

They weren't well thought-out, but they didn't need to be. Amelia walked into the bathroom and slipped inside the roomy shower, moving behind Sarah far more stealthy than she should have been capable of, given her intoxication. Her arms wrapped around Sarah's waist, pulling her back into Amelia's arms, and her teeth nipped at the lobe of her lover's ear. "Not sleeping without you." She growled, lust boiling inside of her as she nibbled and nipped her way down Sarah's neck. "It's impossible for me to be comfortable without you by my side now." She murmured, a bit more honest about her attachment to Sarah than she would normally be. Saying 'I love you' was one thing, being honest about how much she really needed the girl was another. It wasn't just love, it wasn't mere affection, it was a need. She needed Sarah in every sense of the word.

Amelia cared for Sarah so much that even her intoxication and omega lust didn't win out, her raging desire to take Sarah right there being forcefully kept at bay as she tried to ascertain whether her girlfriend was comfortable with the intimacy. "Can I have you tonight?" She asked, almost reverently, as she nuzzled against the gorgeous neck she wanted to mark. She had never felt so much like a wolf until she met Sarah. "Can I? Right here?" She asked again, softer, almost begging. Her hands slid further down, taking the hands that had ended up at Sarah's side in her own, holding them tenderly, her body ever so gently leaning into Sarah's. Her teeth replaced the nuzzling nose, grazing Sarah's neck, as if tempting her along with the show of love, expressing what she most wanted, her.
 
By the time the two of them got home, it became very clear to Sarah that her girlfriend was three sheets to the wind. Amelia had lost horribly in her friendly teasing match with Miranda, had struggled to rid herself of her seatbelt, and had stumbled up a few of the stairs on their way back to their home. Sarah had kept her arm around her lover the whole time in an effort to help steady her out, but Amelia had taken that sign of protectiveness as a sign of provocation. "Sweetheart, I love you but you are drunk." Sarah giggled as Amelia nibbled on her ear, doing so in a way that tickled more than turned on. "Come on you, bed." She spoke a little more sternly as she helped Amelia get into the bed and then tucked her in. Sarah left for a moment, just to stick a glass of water and two ibuprofen on her girlfriend's nightstand, then she leaned down to give Amelia a chaste kiss on the forehead. "Go to sleep, I'll be back in a little bit."

Sarah had a pretty established nighttime routine of smoking a little bit to calm herself down, then taking a shower to wash off whatever dirt she had managed to get on herself from her plants or the green house and whatever weed smell still lingered on her. Usually she'd watch a little TV with Amelia to wind down while her hair dried, but because her girlfriend was so drunk it looked like she'd be on her own tonight.

After going through the first bit of her routine, Sarah hopped into the shower. She figured that Amelia was probably asleep and so let her mind drift, inevitably her thoughts came to rest on some music. Usually she only sang in her apartment when she tended to her plants, when she was sure that no one was listening. With the play and everything going on, she had branched out to singing and coaching a small audience...sometimes she'd even sing at home, when Amelia wasn't around. But now, figuring that her girlfriend was asleep, she started to hum one of the songs from the play. Eventually the humming turned to words. Nothing loud, she didn't want to wake up her girlfriend after all.

"I put a spell on you
Because you're mine~"

Sarah sang the next verse as she shampooed her hair. All the while she hadn't noticed that the door to the bathroom had been opened, or that the curtain had been drawn.

"Oo I put a spell on yooouuuu
Becaauuuse you're mine~ AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

If Amelia hadn't had her arms around her, she probably would have fell over as she shrieked in surprise. "Amelia!" The beta huffed as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. She startled easily! Amelia knew this! Why had she just wandered into the bathroom without announcing herself?!?!?!?!?!? A normal would would have been furious at being so startled, but Sarah was quickly calmed down by her cute Amelia puppy nuzzling and nipping at her ear. "Yes, I see that." The beta huffed a little because she was upset because Amelia was supposed to be sleeping! She was only going to make her inevitable hangover worse by staying up so late! But, well, who could stay mad at someone who admitted that their girlfriend had such an affect on them that they couldn't even sleep comfortably without her.

"Amelia..." Sarah turned in her girlfriend's arms to face her, leaning up to give Amelia's temple a soft kiss as the other girl found her neck. It was quickly becoming clear to her that her omega girlfriend was craving a more physical connection. Even though the shower smelled of lime and tea tree oil, Amelia could read her lover's body language quite clear. "I'm yours. You can always have me..." The beta smiled and tilted her head to the side a bit, giving her lover permission to bite and leave a bruise if she wanted to.
 
Sarah's singing was beautiful, her involvement in the musical made so much sense to the impressed Amelia, and any other time she would have been showering her girlfriend with compliments. Drunk Amelia had a one tracked mind, though. She wanted the gorgeous woman all to herself, a desire that was made impossible to resist as her hands moved across Sarah's toned core. Fuck, she really had a thing for athletic Sarah. When she turned around, Amelia exchanged the abs for her ass, her hands dropping down to caress her backside while her mouth moved down to Amelia's neck. "An offering~" She purred, reassured by Sarah's trust in her. It was good because she didn't feel like second-guessing herself.

"I accept" she giggled, gold flickering through her eyes as she bit down on Sarah's neck, leaving a very obvious and deliberate mark on her lover's neck. Amelia couldn't have her sexy girlfriend walking around without proof that she was taken. Amelia acted mature and cared deeply about Sarah, but she was still possessive. She was in love with her, it went beyond a schoolyard crush, she was already thinking long-term with Sarah. So, curious people needed to know that the alluring creature had a mate. Mate, it wasn't the first time she thought that, and she was growing more comfortable with the idea. It was to the point that she knew, someday, if Sarah would have her, she would truly mark her. Though, for the moment a superficial marking would have to do.

A low growl escaped her lips as she pulled back, licking her lips before kissing Sarah, letting her tongue invade her girlfriend's mouth. "Delicious." She didn't stop there but moved down, kissing along Sarah's body, across her breasts and down to her stomach as Amelia sank to her knees. She felt like a pervert, the desire to practically worship her girlfriend, particularly her abs, was a new side of Amelia that had been revealed ever since the beta started working out. Still, she didn't shy away from it, licking and kissing Sarah's sexy core, looking up from her knees with a sort of reverence. Perhaps others would find it strange, that an omega was on her knees worshipping a beta, that a wolf that could drive any of their kind wild with desire was comfortable submitting to a nervous beta at the bottom of the hierarchy, but she didn't care. Dominant and submissive, alpha, omega, and beta, those words didn't mean much for them, and it meant practically nothing to Amelia. Because, for her, it was only Sarah, she was a unique existence. She wasn't submissive, she merely adored her Sarah. There was no awkwardness because of their place in the hierarchy because the only wolf that mattered was her girlfriend. Sarah was quickly becoming her everything, tied with science! Plus, with Amelia being drunk, she cared even less about how big a pervert she was being. There was no shame as she ran her tongue over the toned ridges of Sarah's core. Besides, all she had to do was dip a bit lower when Sarah was ready, she was looking forward to that too.
 
Despite the heat of the shower, Sarah's entire body shivered as her lover bit down just a tiny bit harder than usual. It was a strange experience for the beta; every time one of her exes had bitten her or given her a hickey, Sarah had felt uncomfortable or embarrassed for the days after she had had to wear the mark... but whenever Amelia showed her claim over her, she just felt desired and adored. Maybe it was just the strong connection she felt with the other girl...or maybe it was that Sarah never felt any pressure to do anything she didn't want to or wasn't ready for. Or maybe it was because her girlfriend was a nerdy dork who called her neck an offering and then giggled at her own doofy joke, making Sarah in turn grin like an idiot.

"I love you." She managed to get out at least that much before her lips were captured in a deep kiss. Her body automatically moved to get closer, slick skin pressing against Amelia's, soft curves molding into the older girl's. The contact made her heart race and her stomach flutter with desire, even more so when Amelia began to slip her way down Sarah's body. Soon the young wolf was treated to the sight of her gorgeous girlfriend on her knees, looking up at her with eyes speckled with gold as her teasing tongue came out to outline the young wolf's abs.

A normal wolf would have been able to hold it together. A normal wolf would have taken the display of submission and confidently take control in response... Sarah, on the other hand, let out a needy whimper and struggled to just keep her knees from buckling.

"A-Amelia~" Sarah moaned as warm velvet traced its way down from her abs, over her mound, and to the swollen lips of her slit. She reached out for something to hold onto before she toppled over, one hand landing on the tiled wall to help steady herself while the other hand laced its way into her lover's wet hair. Oh god, I can't watch. Sarah's poor little beta brain couldn't handle the sexy sight of her girlfriend, on her knees, wet and willing to service her. It was just too much, she was going to cum embarrassingly fast, and so she had to shut her eyes and accept the pleasure that came.
 
Love, she loved Sarah and Sarah was being much more vocal of the shared sentiment in recent days. Just hearing the words from her lips was enough to make Amelia smile, or in their current situation make her want to pleasure her that much more. They were in love and nothing would be better than hearing her girlfriend cry out in bliss. So, while Amelia would have been pleased licking and kissing her athletic girlfriend's body, she moved to a more generous activity. Her head dipped down and an adventurous tongue started to tease Sarah's wonderfully swollen lips. Unlike before there was no hesitation in her actions, confidence, and alcohol serving her well as she pushed a bit more than she normally would with Sarah. Her efforts paid off as the younger wolf buckled beneath her efforts.

Amelia grinned at her girlfriend's reaction, helping keep her steady as best she could before pushing all the more. She wanted to hear Sarah's moaning because to her it was a delicious symphony. The only thing was when Sarah acted shy and closed her eyes, it triggered something inside the older girl, something alcohol let slip by. "Watch me Sarah, or I'll stop." She practically growled, though there was a lack of aggressiveness in her tone. Instead, it was something akin to amusement. Seeing her gorgeous girlfriend react so shyly made her want to tease her. Maybe it was the alcohol driving her, but she wanted to see what a more riled up Sarah would do. "Come now, look at me, Sarah." She grinned further, her tongue teasingly dancing around her girlfriend's slit. She felt... Daring.
 
Watch her?! Sarah couldn't just watch her girlfriend go down on her! Not if she wanted to keep a little bit of her dignity anyways. The prospect of cumming in less than 10 minutes when she was the mostly sober one in this situation seemed particularly embarrassing. The alternative, on the other hand, seemed much worse. "Amelia..." the beta whined at just the suggestion of stopping because that wasn't fair! Amelia couldn't just scare the crap out of her, then come in here all cute and drunk and sexy, willingly get on her knees and submit to her, and then make demands that she actually watch what was happening to her. It wasn't fair at all! Her poor beta mind didn't know what to do with such sexy madness!

With a great reluctance (because she really had no choice in the matter), Sarah peeked one eye open, then the other. What she saw made her stomach flip and her knees threaten to buckle: Amelia on her knees, Amelia looking up at her with beautiful bright submissive eyes that held just a touch of mischief mixed with their wolfish want. It didn't take many more licks before Sarah was holding onto her lover's head for dear life, spouting strings of 'I love you's, 'Right there's, 'Don't stop's, and 'Oh god's. Later she would probably be more embarrassed because when she came, she came hard and fast and loud because they were in the stupid shower and the acoustics were great and there was nothing for her to bite or muffle her moans into.

When the last tendrils of pleasure left her body, Sarah nearly toppled over. If not for Amelia rising to catch her, she probably would have fallen. "You don't play fair." The young wolf huffed and panted as she tried to regain her wits. Two could play at this game! Well, the second player would play once she caught her breath, but as soon as Sarah could stand without support, she launched herself at Amelia, pinning the older girl to the cold tiled wall as she stole her lips in a thankful, passionate kiss.

Everything inside of her wanted to make her mate feel as good as she had felt...and part of her needed to reclaim some of her lost pride by making her girlfriend reach her peak just as quickly as she had made Sarah. Because she had more confidence in her fingers rather than her tongue (she was 90% sure that if she went down on Amelia in the shower, she'd end up drowning), Sarah let one of her hands quickly drift down between her lover's legs. If she were a little more confident in the dirty talking department, she probably would have made a comment about how she could feel how wet Amelia was even with the water from the shower washing it away. Instead she just let the fact boost her confidence: Amelia was wet because of her, because she had enjoyed pleasing her.

"Spread your legs a little wider, I've got you." Sarah murmured into her lover's ear and gave a squeeze with the arm wrapped around her waist to show that she wouldn't let the older girl fall. As soon as she was given a little bit more room, her dexterous fingers became a little more wicked. Circling and massaging, Sarah had no problem finding Amelia's swollen clit to tease. And once her lover had gotten a little used to that attention she let her fingers dip lower, filling her girlfriend with one finger, then two as she tried to find that spot that made Amelia's legs tremble.
 
Sarah's whimpering only made Amelia more firm in her decision, more excited to watch her squirm. She loved her and it made it difficult to resist the urge to see the beta express her pleasure. After all, it was one thing for Sarah to say she enjoyed it and another to watch each change in expression, each tantalizing moan. Amelia wanted to watch, and maybe she wanted to tease her gorgeous girlfriend a bit. After all, how could she claim to be treating Sarah normally if she gave in to the shy, needy creature without playing with her a bit? Sarah was the one who wanted Amelia to stop walking on eggshells, she was just doing what she was asked to.

It was worth it too, the cries and the moaning, hearing Sarah melt beneath her thorough attention. She loved that side of her little nerd as much as any other. In fact, it was more of a turn on than anything, the other side of her lover. It required some coaxing but it was there. It was fun drawing it out, especially for drunk Amelia, because she didn't give a damn about what she had to do. Hence, playful shower time.

"Heh." She chuckled, playing a dangerous game with her sense of balance when she stood up and supported Sarah. Fortunately, she still had some degree of control over herself, enough not to have them both sprawled out on the floor because she wanted to keep pushing her lover. Only, Sarah didn't play fair either. "Yeah, you're totally playing it fair." She grinned, a bit of a slur but mostly coherent. Though, it was between being shoved back against the wall and having her lips claimed by the passionate beta.

That was what she wanted though, proof that Sarah wanted it bad enough to take control. She liked being the submissive one in their relationship. On one hand, she felt safe in Sarah's control, and she hadn't expected to feel safe in another's hands for the rest of her life. There was that. On the other hand, seeing Sarah ignore her shyness and take control reassured her that it was what her lover wanted. Then there was the fact that seeing the normally shy Sarah be so dominant drove her wild. Yeah, clearly that was the main reason.

"I know." She murmured softly as her legs spread wider, nuzzling into Sarah's neck as she gave herself up to the beta. It wasn't long before she was moaning, her arousal obvious from Sarah's first touch. It didn't help that the beta had learned her sensitive spots and what got her going almost entirely. It took her but a few moments before she had Amelia moaning. She clung to Sarah's form, arms wrapped around her, face buried in the comfort of the girl's neck. Each moan filled the beta's ears, and as she started to tremble in pleasure she whispering how close she was getting, begging for more ever so softly into Sarah's ear. Then, when she knew she couldn't last much longer, right as her legs were about to give out, she begged for one final thing... "Sarah, bite me... Mark me... Please, I love you."
 
On some nights, Sarah could hit that spot on Amelia's front wall no problem; other nights, it took a little bit of trial and error. They had never had sex standing up before so tonight was a trial and error night. Sarah had to get used to this new angle, rubbing and massaging until she could finally get the place and pressure right; but finally, once she heard Amelia's breath hitch and her moans grow louder, Sarah mercilessly kept stimulating the most sensitive spot that she found. Her attentions were rewarded with sweet moans and soft beggings, filling Sarah with more confidence to be more dominant. She knew her lover craved a stronger partner (a fact that terrified her 90% of the time) and she tried her best to rise to those desires because she cherished her omega above everything else and couldn't deny Amelia anything. Actions were easy: handling Amelia a little more roughly, showing off her strength by pinning her to the bed, tying her up, even a love tap on her behind now and then were all things that a service top like Sarah could do. It was so difficult to make words come out though, to say the things she knew a Domme would say...heck, to say even the things an Alpha would say felt impossible. 'You're so wet for me; being on her knees turns my little omega on, doesn't it?', 'I'm going to make you cum so hard the neighbors will hear', 'I thought I had worn out my eager omega during her last heat, but maybe I should drag you back to the bed for another week if you're going to behave like a bitch in heat and pounce on me in the shower'; all these lines swirled around in her head, things she thought Amelia wanted to hear...she couldn't make them come out.

But tightening her grip on her lover, nudging her legs a little further apart than they already were, fucking her with everything she was worth (even when her forearm began to burn), that was what Sarah could do. "I love you, Amelia. I love you so much." The younger wolf panted softly as she picked a place to tease on her lover's neck. She licked at the older girl's pulse point, a place traditionally deserved for a mating bite. A growing part of her wanted to mark that tender piece of flesh, to -really- make Amelia hers....but the vast majority of her mind still knew better than to do so. She could be patient, she could wait. Even though they had been together for months and had been friends for much longer, Sarah could wait for the special day she hoped for to come. So instead of taking that bit of flesh into her mouth as Amelia begged for her bite, she took a patch of skin a little to the side, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise but not break skin. As she staked her claim, the thrusts of her fingers grew harder and faster. She carried Amelia to her orgasm and then didn't slow her hand until her lover was a trembling, satisfied mess.

"Feel better now?" Sarah smiled and kissed her lover lightly on the lips. She kept her arms around Amelia, not trusting her drunken and post-orgasmic lover to stand on her own, and drew them both under the warm spray of the shower so that they could clean up and finally go to bed.
 
Amelia couldn't deny that she loved it when Sarah acted more dominant, used some of the power her body hid beneath the surface. In the end, no matter what, as long as she had Sarah by her side she would be happy. Still, there was something satisfying about Sarah taking the lead, especially knowing whatever happened was within the limits the younger girl could handle. Not that Amelia worried too much about that anymore. She was still careful, but it wasn't the same as it had been.

"I love you too." Amelia forced out between moans. She had long since been relying on her lover to keep her stable, sinking into Sarah's embrace as the beta took control and pushed her closer and closer to the blissful edge. More than the skilled fingers, the bite to her neck was what finally pushed Amelia over. Feeling Sarah's teeth sink into her flesh, claiming her, it was all she needed to cum. Her arms were wrapped around Sarah's body as she clung to her gorgeous girlfriend, moaning and panting into Sarah's ear. It took everything she had not to dig her nails into Sarah's flesh as her body convulsed in ecstasy, trusting that she was in good hands and wouldn't lose her balance and collapse. By the time the pleasure started to wane she was practically limp in Sarah's arms, the mix of exhaustion, alcohol, and orgasm causing her unstable body to rely on Sarah. Fortunately, her trust was well placed, her trembling, satisfied body rested in Sarah's arms as she nuzzled and licked at the girl's neck.

"Feel a lot better. I love you." She kissed Sarah back before nuzzling back into the girl's neck. After everything began to settle she regained her footing, but she stayed in her girlfriend's arms. She really did love Sarah, more than she ever expected to love anyone. Just falling asleep was no longer the same without Sarah by her side, she couldn't imagine being without her.

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A few days had passed since Miranda had seen Jack. She hadn't stopped thinking about her since. It was strange, she was usually the type to get something out of her system and move on, but it wasn't so easy with the sexy, tattooed Alpha. Jack was unique, a pleasure the older woman couldn't seem to get enough of. At least, not yet. That wasn't what she expected, not when their first night together had Miranda submitting to her. Still, she had enjoyed it and she wanted more. Just thinking about her desire to see Jack again made her sigh with defeat. It was difficult to come to terms with, especially when she had barely been able to sit the next day. She had to have some deliver lotion! No matter how much she thought about it, or how bad of an idea it seemed, Miranda couldn't help herself. She desired more, even if it meant ending up in the same, submissive position as before. Fortunately, despite her pride and disdain for losing, Miranda wasn't inflexible. In fact, if she enjoyed something she wasn't one to deny herself.

Eventually, all of her thinking came to an end. It took a few days, mostly for recovery's sake, but she got Jack's number. That was the hard part, because she had to go through Amelia to Sarah for the number, and it wasn't like either of them were strangers to what had happened. Amelia teased her quite a bit when she asked, even going so far as to making Miranda admit her initial reason for asking was bullshit. She had tried to be discreet, act like it was to return Jack's clothes, but who couldn't figure out that was a lie? Amelia did, and she couldn't let it go, not until Miranda told her she wanted to hook up with the girl again. Amelia tried to keep going after that, but once Miranda had the number it was easy enough to ignore her friend's antics.

'It's Miranda. I have your clothes, cleaned and ready to be returned. I figure you want them back, right? I mean, I would probably just toss these and get some new ones but I suppose they are comfortable. Anyways, I'll be sitting around the house since I'm free today, so if you want to come pick them up you can. Here's my address, and my apartment is the top floor.' Yep, she sent that and she was staring at it for a good five minutes after. It sounded so stupid, too casual to be casual. She hadn't spent long writing it, but still, it came off ridiculous and she knew it. "Whatever, perhaps obvious isn't a bad thing when it comes to a glorified booty call." She muttered, sighing as she laid back on the couch and reached for her book. As silly as the text was, it was the truth that she would be sitting around at home. It was a day without any obligations or chores, so whether Jack ended up accepting her invitation or not she didn't plan on going anywhere.
 
One night stands and casual flings were pretty standard for a person like Jack. Romantic attachments were complicated and frustrating, especially in her line of work. A couple of girls had given her the ol', 'Oh I can handle it, it's not a big deal, it's just work.' and 'Who you are on set isn't the same as who you are after work,' and a thousand other reassurances before going completely nuts with jealousy and feelings of inadequacy once Jack went back to work. The emotional madness was only complicated further by the physical disaster of not getting to fuck to reaffirm eachother's feelings. For the majority of her shoots, she was contracted to not sleep with anyone outside of any of the actresses at work for the length of the project. As soon as she got screened for STIs a month before her next job, she was supposed to abstain (which usually made for a very grumpy wolf).

So Jack didn't do relationships because who wanted to be with a girl who was already fucked in the head as is, even without the added complications of her work?

Not like she would trade this independence for anything. Being able to fund college without being a burden on her family and without being saddled with backbreaking debt? Totally fucking awesome. Plus, she got to do it while having sex with smoking hot porn stars. Yes, her work was a point of contention with her mother (more because Jack might miss out on finding a mate and less because that her daughter worked in the adult film industry), and yes, her work made it close to impossible in having any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone (potential friends tend to get really judgmental when they find out you have sex for money), but Jack was overall pleased in the current course of her life. She was going to a good college, had a major in something she absolutely was passionate about, was more independent than a vast majority of her peers, and was having a lot of fun doing it all.

Overall, not too shabby for someone who had been kidnapped and tortured for being a werewolf/mage hybrid.

Some days though, things just weren't quite as fun as she would have liked. The semester was rapidly coming to a close which meant that Jack was basically living in the painting studio, losing brain cells to turpentine rather than alcohol. The rugby party was supposed to be her last hurrah until the end of finals (because as much as Jack pretended she didn't give a fuck about anything, she actually gave a major fuck as being seen as professional artist). But that might not be the case, if the nervous text from Sarah saying [I gave Miranda your number because she said she wanted to return your things. I hope that's okay] was any indication of how her day would go.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes after Sarah's text, Jack received one from Miranda. In what world does Sarah live in that she actually thinks Miranda wanted to return my clothes? The young Alpha smirked and shook her head a bit at Sarah's naive nature as she marveled at Miranda's poor attempt to disguise a booty call as an offering to return her clothes. Jack had already come to terms with the loss of her favorite pair of sick day pajamas; she had entirely expected a person like Miranda to toss her shit into the trash and never attempt to cross paths with her again. She recognized the message for what it was and, if she were to be honest with herself, wasn't that upset about it interrupting her scheduled art time.

[Alright. Be there around 6.] There, that would give her enough time to get some work done, eat dinner, shower, change, and head over. It would also give Miranda enough time to wait, because what sort of Domme would she be if she didn't force a sub to wait longer than necessary?

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Miranda's address was in the city, that should have been Jack's first clue that she was going to live in somewhere nauseatingly extravagant. After struggling to find parking for her motorcycle (because the city is a vehicle infested shithole), Jack walked the two blocks to an apartment building whose doorman gave the young leather clad Alpha a hard time. After dropping Miranda's name and threatening to snap him in half to make all his profiling dreams come true, Jack was allowed admittance to the apartment building.

Upon arriving at the disgustingly luxurious penthouse apartment, Jack decided that she was going to play dumb about what the real intentions of this whole meeting were about. It was only fair, considering Miranda had inadvertently forced her to park two blocks away in a public garage that cost more per hour than her dinner had. "Alright Princess, hurry up. Where's my stuff? I got things to do." Jack made no move to set down her helmet or take off her boots, but she didn't quite give off the air of a person who was in a rush either. She had obviously cleaned up before coming here: damp hair, fresh set of clothes, and if Miranda looked closely enough, she'd see that Jack was strapped. Despite her words, Jack was totally prepared for a booty call...she was just requiring Miranda to admit that's what she wanted.
 
Miranda was at a rather spectacular point in her life. She had separated herself from her family by becoming independently successful, and while it had taken restless nights of hard work to get to the top, it had paid off. She was at a point in her life where hard work, while existent, didn't require as much time as before. She had competent employees at her company, a board she trusted enough to let make minor decisions without her supervision, and was finally taking a step towards enjoying her life rather than building it. It was strange for her to have those thoughts so young, but when she started her journey, striking out on her own without the consent of support of her family, it had also been strange. What heiress would forsake the inherited fortune to break her back earning her own? So yes, Miranda was confident and proud, and unashamed to take what she wanted. After all, she earned some willfulness and pleasure.

Miranda had a tendency to do whatever she wanted anyway, such as taking a teaching job at the college and hooking up with Jack. Neither made much sense for someone in her position but she had no intentions of stopping. She didn't even bother thinking of excuses, Miranda would do what she wanted regardless of what other people thought. Well, maybe she did use excuses sometimes, it wasn't like she specifically asked Jack to come by for sex, but subtlety and avoidance were two completely different concepts. She was being subtle, not avoiding the truth. Jack did the same, giving her a positive response, though Miranda couldn't help but glare at the text when she noticed how long she would have to wait. When one was bored and horny a few hours was already a long amount of time. Part of her instinctively thought it was on purpose, but it was her fault for saying she was so free so she had to accept it.

That didn't mean she wasn't going to play dirty as well though. If Jack wanted to make her wait she was going to use that time wisely, regardless of the younger Alpha's true intent. So she cleaned up her place and got ready, making sure to look as good as she possibly could without making it obvious she had done so intentionally, it was a fine line. Once again, subtlety was the name of the game.

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When Jack arrived Miranda answered the door casually, acting as if there hadn't been any other reason to call her over than to return the clothes. Though, the fact that she hadn't bothered to bring them with her to the door was telling. She had expected them both to know what the purpose was, but Jack played ignorant right from the start. Miranda wasn't alarmed, she didn't panic because there were a few signs that Jack knew what was going to happen. That or she had someone else waiting for her immediately after, but Miranda was confident enough not to believe that. Playing hard to get huh? She grinned internally but kept a calm expression on her face. "Sure, let me go grab them." She smiled a rather brilliant smile that showed off her perfect teeth. Amelia often told her speaking was her biggest problem, so she took some advice from her friend and played coy.

Not that it would last, but she gave it a shot to throw her sexy visitor off, going to get her clothes right after. Only, she didn't return the same way she left. She had been fully clothed when she went out of the room, casual jeans and a t-shirt, but when she returned she was far more scantily clad. She didn't even both to bring Jack's clothing with her. She went to get clothing and came back with less on than when she left. It would have been funny if she wasn't, barely, covered by some intricate, lacy black underwear.

The entire atmosphere changed, from casual to more suggestive, Miranda making her way back to Jack, draping her arms around the girl when she got close. Miranda took the initiative and their lips met, her tongue not being shy as she pulled herself closer to the powerful Alpha. "Still have things to do?" She grinned after pulling back, though little space was put between them. What was there to hide? Subtlety had been applied along the way but around the time Jack showed up to her apartment that had gone out the door. "I wouldn't want to keep you if you're busy." She added after a moment, putting on a feigned look of innocence but inwardly smiling victoriously. She even let her hand drift down to find the toy she had caught a glimpse of early, trying her best to get a less stoic reaction from the tattooed porn star.
 
If Jack had read the whole situation wrong, well, then, the worst that would happen would be she was out ten bucks for parking. She had a sneaking suspicion that Miranda, despite her coyness, was not about to just give her her clothes and send her on her way. The calm expression and easy smile didn't fool Jack for a moment. No one who lived this kind of lifestyle would give a damn about returning a stranger's clothing; there was just no way. Miranda had had to go through the effort of pestering Amelia who in turn had probably pestered Sarah who in turn had had to agonize about whether it was more important to respect Jack's private information or give her a way to get her belongings back....that was a lot of work for a simple, 'Thank you for returning my stuff.'

Her intuition didn't disappoint her. After a few moments, Miranda came back out from wherever in this giant apartment she had gone, dressed in nothing but lacy black scraps of fabric. Jack let her eyes wander, dark eyes appearing to be searching. Despite her dislike for reoccurring relationships, she couldn't deny her Alpha sense of possessiveness over females she had slept with. Right now she was looking for marks... it had been a few days so all of the bites and bruises she had left all over Miranda's neck, breasts, hips, and thighs were gone. Normal, considering her Alpha status. Of course she wondered though if there were any belt marks left on her behind, considering Jack had been brutal when punishing the older girl for trying to seize control. She would have to check later because before Jack could do anything she found herself getting wrapped up and kissed by the taller female. She let her free arm wrap around Miranda's waist, drawing her to her while they kissed, letting her get a feel of the firmness between her legs.

"Mmm...I dunno, I guess I can clear my schedule..." Jack grinned as she pulled away. She made a little show of setting down her helmet as though she were about to stay, though didn't take off her boots or make an advance on Miranda as she added, "Provided that you admit that you called me over because you wanted to be my submissive bitch again." Miranda was showing her what her true intentions were, but the young Domme craved to hear the embarrassment that a verbal acknowledgement that this was a booty call would bring.
 
There was no lack of confidence for Miranda, the Alpha knew she was gorgeous. So, she had no doubt her scantily clad appearance was enough to tempt the younger girl, even if she was more difficult than the average woman Miranda found herself with. Guh, was she difficult. Despite drawing her in and reciprocating the kiss, Jack didn't let herself fall into it and jump at what was being offered. No, she played back, and Miranda wasn't used to someone else being able to alter the pace she was trying to set. Usually, she could make things flow according to her whim. She lost that little power when she was with Jack, at least she had their first night together and was in that moment. It caught her off-guard, even if it shouldn't have. Maybe her confidence did hamper a bit, it made her miss very obvious outcomes when she planned things out in her head, or maybe she was still used to being the dominant one.

Either way, it left her standing in front of the younger Alpha chewing her lip. She was trying to decide how to say what Jack demanded in the least ridiculous way possible. The truth was, she was going to say it. She had gone through the trouble of inviting Jack over and there was no way she missed the fact that she would be the submissive one again, she wasn't so arrogant to think it would turn out otherwise. No, she knew what she was getting herself into and she wanted it. She craved it. Hell, even her wolf seemed to crave it. She wasn't sure why, as an Alpha, she wanted to give herself to Jack, but she did.

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know?" Miranda growled slightly but didn't show any signs of turning around or shooing Jack out. She went in close again, kissing Jack's neck and working her way up to the younger girl's ear. "I called you over here because I wanted to be your submissive bitch again, Mistress." A shiver ran up her spine at the words, and there was a slightly embarrassed tremor in her voice but whispering it helped. Whispering seemed to make it easier to say as if there were someone close enough to hear and she needed to hide it from them. When she took a step back there was a very soft blush on her cheeks. No matter how self-assured she was, it was impossible not to find it a bit humiliating to tell a younger girl that she wanted to be her bitch, even for her. Jack was a bit of a sadist, Miranda could tell making her say it delighted the sexy domme. Whatever, maybe she had a masochistic streak. It would explain why she turned away from an inheritance and suffered on her own, and it definitely explained willingly giving herself over to Jack again after their last night together. "I hope it was to your satisfaction." glanced over at Jack, trying to act like she wasn't turned on as she defensively crossed her arms beneath her lace clad bosom.
 
She bit back a joke about how Miranda would surely know just how big of a pain in the ass Jack could be (especially after the belting she had gotten last time). The Domme in her knew that this sub was not broken in nearly enough for playful topping to be allowed. Maybe down the road, if Miranda became a regular fuck buddy, then maybe Jack could change things up a bit. But as it was, she made a mental note to save that 'pain in the ass' remark for a point of punishment later. Still, she looked more smug than any person who had just got called a 'pain in the ass' probably had right to. Victory over a new submissive never got old, especially when that sub was as stubborn as the one in front of her. Even after last time, Miranda still hadn't learned her place.... Jack could respect that though, she actually preferred fighty subs over women who started dipping into the land of slave.

Hearing Miranda freely use the title 'Mistress' without prompting helped to fuel Jack's resolve to stay and make the moment of embarrassment worth the other woman's while. "Mhmm, better," she offered just a little bit of praise as she began to kick off her boots. Now that the scene could start, Jack wasted no time pouncing on Miranda. She backed the older female into a nearby wall, her hands making quick work of the lacy bra and panties; even scraps of clothing were too good for her hardheaded sub. "No clothes, you lost your right to them after last time," the younger wolf growled, it only took seconds for Jack's demeanor to switch from collected, smug Mistress to wild and wolfish Domme.

She moved rapidly after that. No warmup, no foreplay, no anything. Just raw need and the determination to establish a few rules. As soon as Miranda was stripped and pinned, as soon as her own belt and jeans were undone, Jack was hoisting the other girl into the air. She managed to line up her cock without dropping Miranda and forced the length of the toy inside of the older female before she was really ready. To help distract from the burn of the stretch between her legs, Jack leaned up to clamp her teeth down on Miranda's throat, growling loudly as she snapped her hips forward to ensure that her sub had taken every inch.

"You are mine," the younger wolf snarled into the other girl's flesh as her hips picked up a brutal, selfish pace. It quickly became evident that Jack was set out to cum first, and judging by the light blue glow, by the throbbing, warmth, and actual wetness leaking from the tip of her cock, that she was setting out to mark her new toy rather than give her any sort of pleasure. "Mine to fuck however I want. Mine to take pleasure from." As Jack let herself get lost to her Alpha nature, she started setting up these rules. If this was going to become a regular thing, she expected that Miranda only sleep with her. She expected that her new sub obey and to only take pleasure when it was given.

Jack didn't bother holding back tonight. As soon as she felt the tendrils of an orgasm building up in her core, she latched onto that feeling. She couldn't have been fucking Miranda for more than ten minutes but that was all she needed for her first climax. The pleasure she felt wasn't nearly as strong as she would have liked but it served her purpose: letting her mark her new plaything with her cum. Somehow, despite her efforts to be selfish, she could feel Miranda's inner walls trembling around her as she filled the girl with her own juices. "Don't you dare," Jack growled and bit the other girl again, trying to keep her from reaching her own peak.

When she was finished marking Miranda, her hips stilled. She stayed buried to the hilt but refused to move. If she got started here, -really- got started here, then they would end up fucking on the hardwood floor for hours and that just didn't seem comfortable. "Where's the bedroom?"
 
Better? Jack was an infuriating woman, but it was a good thing. If Miranda was going to be the submissive partner in a relationship, even a casual one, it would only work if the other person could actually keep her dominant position. If Jack couldn't keep her in line, if it became more about Miranda's choice to submit than Jack's ability subdue her, it wouldn't be fun. In fact, she wouldn't submit at all if it became something like that. There was just nothing arousing about submitting to someone powerless. Jack was nowhere near powerless. When she was pushed back against the wall Miranda found her heart beating faster, the wolf inside of her jumping in excitement. This was what she wanted, no needed, in a sexual partner. She needed a wild beast, the type that made her feel like prey. After all, who said an Alpha couldn't become prey? It wasn't so uncommon for one predator to be taken by another.

"Then strip me." Miranda gave a low growl back to the younger Alpha when she noticed the switch. It was instinctual and not an intended challenge, though even if it was there wasn't anything she could do to stop the much more aggressive Jack. She was stripped bare, deprived of her clothes, and then taken. There was no other way to describe the action. Jack took her naked form, lifted her up, and shoved herself inside. No warning, no chance for Miranda to attempt as much as a word of resistance, just the entirety of the length being shoved inside a surprised Miranda. The older Alpha cried out, mostly with surprise but also in a mild mix of pleasure and pain. After all, she was turned on, aroused, but not all that wet. Jack had made her move quickly, and it was an aggressive, visceral move. It was exactly what Miranda wanted.

There was something about being taken in such an absolute way that made her eyes show a tinge of gold. Before her wolf could even react, there were teeth clamped around her neck and Jack's hips thrust forward to ensure every inch was buried inside of her. Miranda found herself moaning loudly, ignoring the pain and surprise and focusing ever so easily on the pleasure and arousal she felt from Jack's actions. Even the demands that followed fueled her lust, some strange desire to be claimed by a more dominant wolf washing over her more in those moments than ever before. It was understood that they weren't going to be in some romantic relationship, neither of them was foolish enough to think that way, and yet Miranda was being told she was now Jack's. Despite her limited ability to think as the girl's magically enlivened cock fervently thrust inside of her, she seemed to understand that it was a one-way demand. Whether it was because Jack was a porn star or not, it was a very selfish demand, and yet Miranda instantly accepted it inside her mind. As if it was only natural for the Alpha she desired to have such possessiveness. After all, Miranda Lawson only desired the best, more outstanding of things, domme included.

Maybe she was just a slut, the type that took a strange pleasure from the kinkiness of the situation. The type of person that would probably have little interest in someone less demanding, less dominant, and less absolute in her desires. The very fact that Jack didn't treat her gently or fairly no doubt contributed to Miranda's desire and lust. So she accepted it, being an object for Jack to do with as she pleased. Not that it was a hard decision when the young wolf was making her moan in pleasure.

She became so lost in it that she didn't reply, but not saying no was just as good as saying yes, at least in her opinion. So she let herself fall into the rapid, almost desperate thrusts Jack was pounding her with. She let herself be absorbed in the moment right up until Jack bit her neck again, stopping her from cumming and making her whine pitifully as she was filled with Jack's 'cum'. The feeling of being marked sate some primal desire, but it didn't give her pleasure. Jack even stopped immediately after, taking Miranda right to the edge, marking her, and then refusing to let her finish. It was torture. Still, she refused to beg, especially so early. It made her want to rebel a bit instead, though it was a hard thing to do when panting and looking like an overall needy mess.

Eventually, she answered Jack's question, after regaining some composure, but her answer was cheeky. "There are a few bedrooms, which one do you want to go to?" She didn't expect an answer because the question was a dumb one, but she didn't have another way to poke at the woman keeping her from orgasm. Still, she eventually looked towards the hall leading to her room, the master bedroom. "That way, end of the hall."

The apartment was large, taking up the entire floor for a reason. Really, it was too big and Miranda only actively used about half of it. The kitchen and living room was connected by a small hall to the elevator and the kitchen and dining room were to the left once one came in. There were other rooms in that direction as well, but Miranda mostly used the right half of her apartment, leaving the other side for guests or the unheard of entertaining. She didn't really have people over. The right side was where everything important was. There was the study, which was practically a small library and filled to the brim with books. Then the gigantic shower and sauna all in one, though she rarely used the sauna function, it was that large, easily enough for four or so people to fit in at once. That was only one bathroom, though the rest weren't quite as outlandish. Clearly, most of the apartment was designed for entertainment purposes, Miranda had bought it after the design so she didn't use all of the odds and ends. There was even a bar and piano room. The bedroom didn't fall behind anything else though, in fact, it was one of the nicest rooms in the entire place.

Miranda's bedroom had a custom designed bed, larger than most with a mattress, pillows, and sheets all custom designed to fit her exact tastes. Most of the room was taken up by the large bed, but there were exquisite wooden furnishings and some rather impressive, gallery worthy, artwork decorating the rest of the room. Most of her apartment was exquisitely decorated in fact, Miranda having a knack for it. If Jack paid attention she would be able to notice a large amount of artwork from famous artists as she took in the surroundings, though there was a lack of anything like family pictures or personal items. After all, there was limited wallspace and she felt the items of value were already on her wall, both personally and financially.
 
Seriously?! Miranda could be naked, marked, and pinned, and she would still find it in her reserves of pain-in-the-assness to be a pain in the ass?! Jack's eyes narrowed at the bold remark, signaling that Miranda was definitely going to pay for that small act of rebellion later. For now she just tried to hold her composure, at least until she got somewhere she could set down the aggravating sub in her arms. She probably could have set down Miranda and made the journey to the bedroom easier, but some primal instinct kept her from setting down her prize. As it was, Jack had little trouble carrying the older woman - Miranda may have been a little taller and a hell of a lot curvier, but Jack was strong and bore the weight without problem. The sweat that had beaded on her brow and the back of her neck had been caused from so violently pounding into her new toy while staying fully clothed herself. The only issue she had was with her traitorous pants which had stayed up for a couple of steps but then had fallen to the ground shortly after, causing the wolf to growl at the offending garment as she struggled to step out of them and be on her way.

Jack spared a cursory glance to most things in the apartment. Pretentious displays of wealth didn't do much for her; Miranda may hang out in such social circles where extravagant furniture and rare collections were admired and fawned over...but Jack didn't give much of a damn about the designer couches in the living room, the marble floor in the piano room, or the granite counters in the kitchen. She was more focused on getting the layout down so that she could leave without having to be escorted out (she fully intended on fucking Miranda until the older girl passed out but didn't plan on staying much after that because she still had studio work to do). The only thing that did appear to catch her eye for even a moment were some of the paintings on the wall and briefly she wondered if they were master copies or actual originals.

She didn't have much time to nerd out over art, not when she had a gorgeous, needy sub in her arms anyways. When the neared the bed she hitched Miranda up a little higher so that she could pull out, then dumped the other female rather unceremoniously onto the bed. "On your hands and knees. I want to see what marks are left on that ass." Jack expected her order to be followed as she went to the task of starting to strip. Last time she had fooled around with Miranda, she had gotten so engrossed in the task that there hadn't been a break for her to take off her clothes, leaving her a sweaty mess by the end of it. Considering she had to walk two blocks and ride her motorcycle home, she decided to take a little more care with her clothes this time by tossing off her shirt and underwear to the foot of the bed.

Jack used to hate her body. Her breasts were small but her hips were curved and feminine, making it impossible to get to the level of androgynous dress that she would have liked. She had grown to appreciate her build after awhile though, after training and putting on a little more weight and a hell of a lot more muscle, she'd filled out quite nicely. Then there was the addition of the tattoos. What had started as a sleeve on her arm had progressed to an extravagant artwork of geometric and organic designs that covered her entire body. Any part of her that she could comfortably reach she had done herself, some of it her friends had done (she had a friend who was going to college to be a tattoo artist and he had done most of her back), but, for the most part, Jack had filled up the canvas of her body all on her own. There were scars too, tears in the canvas...but nothing that she covered up. If a scar was there from her previous life, when she had been taken away by hunters, she had incorporated it into the design. And if a scar was new, if it was from Parekura, if it was from rugby, if it was from the one time she had crashed her old bike last semester... she hadn't bothered to re-ink the area.

Now, stripped bare and prowling onto the bed, she looked every bit the wolfish, wild Domme that was about to destroy Miranda. "Still a few from last time..." Jack sounded pleased as she caught sight of a few dusky bruises that streaked across her sub's otherwise porcelain rear end. She ran her fingers lightly over them, testing to see if they still ached or not. When Miranda didn't give much of a flinch she let her hands grow a little more aggressive. Her rough hands massaged the soft flesh, almost as though she were testing for something... "Tell me, my needy little bitch, just how often do you play with your own ass?"
 
Miranda found herself giving Jack a little grin when she noticed the look, the one that was telling her how much trouble that short remark was going to bring her. She didn't regret it, she would never regret being a smartass when the opportunity presented itself. Of course, part of her did it for the specific purpose of poking the wolf. She liked the primal roughness of it all. Not that she needed to push for Jack to be aggressive and show her dominance, that was the basis of their odd little pairing, Miranda being a bitch and not a lover. It was demeaning but arousing, exactly what the successful Alpha seemed to crave.

That didn't mean Miranda would behave, not having to be a pain in the ass and actually not being one was completely unrelated. She didn't have to be but she was going to be. "Hmmm, you seem a bit sweaty. Don't tell me a big bad domme like yourself can't last more than fifteen minutes." She teased as she was carried to her room, moving one hand up to wipe some of the sweat from Jack's brow before wrapping her arms around the younger girls neck once more. It would have been almost sweet if there wasn't a trace of purposeful condescending in her gaze, prodding the younger wolf. "I can walk if you can't handle it." She whispered, having leaned in to bite at Jack's ear, even letting out a soft growl as her pearly teeth grazed upon the arch of Jack's ear.

Jack didn't want to let her down though, carrying her the entire way and tossing her onto the bed, barking orders before Miranda even had a chance to sit up. Miranda grinned but didn't speak, prepared to roll over and get on her hands and knees as she was asked. Only, Jack distracted her, distracted her with nudity. It was the first time she was catching a full look at the girl. She was, incredible. It wasn't a classic beauty, though she had some feminine features and enough raw physical power for Miranda to find herself thinking the word beautiful anyways. No, despite the traces of 'normal' beauty, Jack had a complex attractiveness to her. It was a style all her own, but the main theme was strength. She exuded dominance. Her tattoos, her muscles, the scars and the way she carried herself. It all had a demanding, powerful quality to it. Perhaps that's why it felt so natural to submit to this woman, she didn't just show dominance and power, she was formed from it.

There was no pity in Miranda's eyes despite the scars, no disgust or hesitance, instead she looked at Jack with true desire. Both her wolf and her human side admired the creature before her. When Jack was almost finished stripping Miranda turned to get on her hands and knees, though continued looking over her shoulder at the younger girl's form. What she saw made her quiver in anticipation. A predator, an Alpha. She seemed to see what the future had in store for her and it was exciting. She raised her ass up even more in that moment, like an instinctual offering. She even felt a strange sense of proudness at still retaining some marks, though the confusing emotion passed quickly.

A moan escaped her lips as Jack played with her rear, the wolf's rough hands feeling nice against her soft flesh. "I play with it every once in awhile." She said though it wasn't difficult to tell she didn't have much confidence in her answer. It wasn't a lie, she had played with her ass before, but it was awkward to do so alone and there was no way in hell any of her past partners would get a chance to touch it. Jack was the first, not surprising considering Miranda was always the Alpha in the past. It wasn't something an Alpha easily allowed another to do.
 
Personally, Jack was always bared teeth and harsh growls whenever someone tried to toy with her behind. Miranda, on the other hand, didn't make a move to engage her, in fact she just let the touch go on, not growing violent even as her fingertips teased along the center-line. To have her new sub release a moan rather than a snarl was encouraging; even more so when she found out that Miranda had engaged in a little anal play before. Her tone didn't reflect someone who was totally experienced in the matter, but even a little bit of understanding went a long way. At least now she could get to the good stuff without waiting for an eternity for her sub to learn to relax and get used to Jack's intruding tongue and fingers.

"Has anyone else ever taken your ass before?" She had a sneaking suspicion that the answer would be 'no', but felt compelled to ask the question anyways because she liked being the first person to claim new territory.

After Miranda's answer, she spread both luscious cheeks apart, letting the older woman squirm a little bit as cold air hit her newly bared, sensitive flesh. To make matters worse she waited before moving closer in, making it very clear to her new sub that she was totally vulnerable, that Jack was actually looking at -all- of her, admiring her on her splayed out ass while she was on her hands and knees. "Spread without any complaint, like a needy beta whore. Are you sure you're an Alpha?" Jack grinned.

Rather than give Miranda time to think up some smartass retort, the young Domme leaned forward, her tongue making contact with Miranda's slit and then dragging its way upwards; smearing juices and saliva all along her path. Hot velvet soon found Miranda's taboo hole, swirling expertly around the virgin nerves as she tried to get her new sub to relax enough to let her inside. Jack was particularly good at oral - her tongue was a little longer, stronger from lots of practice, and she was a real trooper about ignoring the ache in her jaw whenever she strained herself just a little too much. She was probably just a tad better at eating ass than she was at pussy, if only because she had an extra bit of eagerness whenever she had a female submit to her so completely.

Jack repeated her path a few times - dragging her tongue up from Miranda's dripping slit and to her ass, bringing the other girl's juices up with her along the way. Each time she spent just a little longer toying with her vulnerable, taboo hole before sweeping down to her sex. When her sub was a proper slick mess, she tried to prod her just a tad more insistently with her tongue. "You think you can cum this way?" Her warm breath and soft lips ghosted over Miranda's flesh as she spoke. It was an honest question, some girls could get there with just anal play and some girls needed a little more attention elsewhere. Jack was privately hoping that it would be the former though, just so that she could rub it in Miranda's face later.
 
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