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Enid Sinclair harbored many dark secrets in her heart.
Well a few dark secrets.
Okay, it was only like two dark secrets and like one thing she didn't actively let people know about but if you were smart enough you could figure it out.
Her first secret was that she was a huge and kinky submissive. Like capital S submissive, spit and step on her, spank her, own her, Dominate her, Submissive.
Her second secret, the one she actually considered the more damning of the two was she was in love with her roommate Wednesday Addams. Creepy, kooky, and all together spooky Wednesday Addams. Crazy, beautiful, intelligent, brave, hates color and sunshine and rainbows and physical touch Wednesday Addams.
She had realized her feelings during their time apart during the semester break. How her heart ached and how her skin crawled just to be near the other girl again. When she thought of kissing she didn’t think of Ajax or any other boys, she imagined Wednesday, imagining how soft her lips must be.
The thing you could figure out was the fact that she hadn’t had her first heat. Werewolves didn’t have heats until their first transformation and Enid had only just wolfed out during the Crackstone Incident, so if you put one and one together you found out Enid couldn’t have her heat until after that whole debacle.
Well it was after her first transformation so she should have expected it to happen sooner or later.
She just wished it hadn’t happened during her time at Nevermore. Sure the chances were high that it would happen there since it was a boarding school and all but she had still hoped it would have happened during a break. During a time when she wouldn’t be around Wednesday. But of course fate had decided to torment her.
Her only saving grace was that Wednesday was apparently going on a bug hunting trip with Eugene so she’d have a few hours of alone time to take care of herself.
As soon as Wednesday had left Enid had stripped naked and stolen Wednesday’s pillow from her bed.
She was weak and wanted to bury herself in Wednesday’s scent okay!
Enid had put the black pillow against her colorful bedspread and buried her nose into it. It was amazing to surround herself in that amazing scent. It was petrichor and ozone. A coming thunderstorm if she had ever smelled one. A scent she absolutely loved to smell and had only been able to bury herself into once before.
She had been holding herself back nearly all day. She was so horny. She finally had the scent she needed and the time away from everyone to do what she wanted. Enid could finally indulge.
As her fingers dipped into her pussy she let out a long low moan and then gasped as she found just the right rhythm to start with. Her roommate's scent was so thick on the pillow that it almost felt like she was gulping down rainwater with each breath.
It only made her wetter.
Finally! Finally she was able to deal with the burning itch between her legs! Head buried in black satin and ass up in the air with her legs spread and fingers pumping into herself it felt amazing. Her imagination started to run away from her.
Wednesday would be standing off to the side, just watching Enid make a mess of herself. Enid started to slow her fingers. Wednesday would want to torture her, make a show of it, tell her to go slower so she did. She pulled her fingers out and spread her pussy lips with soaked digits, spreading her legs a little more so her imagined Wednesday would be able to see everything she was, everything the dark haired girl owned.
Fuck, she wanted to be Wednseday’s pet… her toy… she wanted to be owned and told what to do so she could make Wednesday happy and catch a glimpse of that elusive smile if even for a moment. Her fingers started to circle around her lips and clit. How she wanted Wednesday to hold her down, one hand on her throat and the other in her cunt. Wednesday would break her, burn her down and then rebuild her into exactly what she wanted and Enid would gladly go along with it all. Enid’s fingers plunged back into her hole and she let out another moan.
“Wednesday…”
“Yes, Enid?”
The werewolf froze. It couldn’t be. Wednesday wasn’t supposed to be back for another two hours, it couldn’t have even been fifteen minutes yet! What was she doing back already?!
It must have been her imagination but as she turned her head and craned her neck she saw perhaps her worst fear.
Wednesday. Standing there. Face as impassive as ever. Looking at Enid. Looking at Enid who was face down in Wednesday’s pillow and knuckle deep in herself. Head titled just to the side as if in curiosity.
Somehow the blood first drained from her face and then it rushed back in embarrassment. She could feel the burning blush reach down her neck. “Wh- whe- h-how long?” She stuttered out, barely above a whisper but in the current silence of the room it was like a yell to her ears.
“A few minutes. Why have you stopped?” Wednesday asked so casually, as if it wasn’t weird to watch your roommate masturbate while huffing your scent from your pillow. Those dark eyes moved and caught Enid’s own in a stare.
Why did she stop? What sort of question was that! “Y-you’re watching.”
“That didn’t stop you when I first came in.”
“D-didn’t hear you…” Why was Wednesday doing this? Why was she even here? She had to know what Enid was doing, why she was doing it, Enid was as good as dead. Enid could feel the tears of embarrassment and humiliation starting to well up in her eyes. “W-what’re doing here?”
“I had forgotten something.” She hummed for a moment. “If you aren’t going to continue I suppose I can still catch up with Eugene.”
Enid whimpered. That was exactly what she wanted, Wednesday to leave so Enid could die from embarrassment in peace but… but maybe the reason Wednesday hadn’t been yelling at Enid yet was… maybe she wanted to watch? That brought a whining moan to Enid’s lips as she heard the wet sound of her fingers starting to move again.
Wednesday let out another hum and now that Enid knew to listen for it she heard the smaller girl take a step closer. “Is that my pillow Enid?” Enid shut her eyes and barely nodded her head, making a sound of acknowledgement. “Why do you have my pillow Enid?” She felt a few more tears spill down her face and turned her head away. Was she really going to have to answer that? Like this? “Don’t ignore me Enid, answer the question.”
“S-scent.” She managed to squeeze out, her fingers still continuing to slowly pump back and forth.
“Look at me Enid.” The werewolf whimpered but the tone of Wednesday’s voice brokered no argument. She sniffled and turned her face back to Wednesday. “Open your eyes.” Again she did as commanded and, fuck, Wednesday was close. Close enough she could reach a hand out and easily touch her at this point. “Why do you have my pillow Enid?”
“Y-your scent…”
“Do you enjoy my scent?” Enid nodded and made a sad little affirmative sound. “Do you enjoy me watching?” Fuck, how could Wednesday just ask that? Like it was nothing and not what Enid had been dreaming about not just a second ago. Like this wasn’t the fucking hottest thing for Enid?
“Y-yes…”
“What else do you like?”
Enid wanted to answer with so much, wanted to never answer that so Wednesday wouldn’t be able to use the knowledge against her. But in her heat addled and horny mind she could only think to say, “T-touch…”
“You want me to touch you?” Enid nodded. “How?” She didn’t know how to answer that so just whimpered. She felt a cool hand placed on her back and god, how did that feel so good? Why was she moaning so loudly just from a hand on her back?! “What else?”
Enid didn’t know! She couldn’t think! Why wasn’t Wednesday just telling her what to do? Telling her how to keep her here like Enid wanted so badly! “D-don’t k-know… j-just… t-tell… tell me…” She managed to say between breaths that felt so hard to take in now.
Wednesday paused. Enid couldn’t tell what she was thinking, she was hard to read at the best of times and with her focus torn between the hand on her back, the fingers in her sopping wet pussy, and trying to read the stoic expression through humiliated tears she feared she had done something wrong.
“You want me to tell you what to do.” It was more a statement than a question at this point and maybe she was just imagining it but Enid thought Wednesday sounded a little… breathless? Surprised? It didn’t matter, all Enid could do was whine her assent. “Roll over onto your back.” Fuck, did she have to word it that way? Because it made Enid feel like she was a dog, a pet.
She fucking loved this feeling.
Enid did as asked, rolling onto her back, legs spread wide and two of her fingers still pumping into herself, faster than before, tear stained face and her whole body now exposed. She was getting so close, she was so close to cumming. She hadn’t even realized she had closed her eyes until she felt cool fingers cupping her face.
Her eyes snapped open and looked straight at Wednesday, mouth slightly parted as she looked at Enid with eyes so dark they may as well have been black. “Such a mess.” A thumb with a black nail wiped a tear from her cheek. “Such a pretty mess you are.” Enid was ruined, she bit her lip to try and keep the moan from escaping but Wednesday must have heard her.
The same thumb that had been rubbing her cheek moved and worked her bottom lip from between her teeth. Enid latched onto the appendage, softly sucking and licking it before the softest pressure prompted her to open her mouth. Wednesday was running the pad of her thumb against Enid’s teeth, eyes following the path they made. Enid had no way to stop the moans and gasps of pleasure.
This was better than any fantasy she could have constructed. Wednesday was touching her. Watching her. Telling her what to do. And Enid was just letting her because she was… she was…
“Are you close?” Wednesday’s words were like a leash, tugging her mind back into focus. Their eyes briefly met before Enid looked away in embarrassment… no submission… and just groaned an affirmative while Wednesday’s thumb softly pushed her lower lip back so Wednesday could get a less obstructed view into her mouth. “Then beg.”
Fuck, how was she supposed to do that?! She could barely think, let alone string words together! She whimpered and tried to shake her head but the hand on her cheek moved to her chin and gripped it. With the thumb in her mouth Wednesday’s tight grip forced it wide open and held her head in place, black eyes offering no mercy.
“Beg, Enid.” Wednesday commanded.
Enid couldn’t resist. Wednesday was in control. This was exactly what Enid wanted. She had to be a good girl, a good puppy, and do what she was told.
“W-wanna cum. Le-” She gasped and squirmed, god she was right on the edge. She was right there, she just needed to let go. “Puh… please lemme cum…” She mumbled around the thumb still hooked into her mouth. “Wan’ be good… good girl… lemme… please…” Her breath felt so hot, Wednesday’s skin felt so cold that it burned. There seemed to be a spark in Wednesday’s eyes at Enid’s words. “Puhlease… needa… needa cum… Wends… needa cum please…”
Wednesday’s thumb slipped from her mouth and her hand was cradling her cheek once more, her thumb started to rub soft circles against her face. “Go ahead and cum.”
Enid snapped. Her legs clamped shut and she felt her walls convulsing around her fingers, waves of pleasure causing her whole body to shake. She wanted to shut her eyes, wanted to throw her head back in ecstasy but she couldn’t look away from those dark eyes. Eyes that promised to be her downfall, that promised to ruin her, to pick her apart piece by piece. She was so scared of what those eyes promised.
“Good girl.”
Enid let herself fall over the edge.
She was falling or floating, she didn’t know which and she didn’t care. All she cared about was those dark eyes on her, that cool hand cupping her cheek, those words spoken just above a whisper.
“Good girl,” Wednesday said again and Enid couldn’t help what must have been a dopey open mouthed smile from spreading across her face as she tried to get enough air into her lungs.
“You like that don’t you?” How was that even a question? Enid just nodded her head and gave a “mhm.”
“What else do you like, Enid?”
That was such a hard question to answer right now. Words were hard, like she was just waking up from a dream and wanted to go back to sleep but she was awake and wanted to stay right here. She did her best to answer. “Like being good girl, good puppy.” She mumbled and tried to nuzzle into the hand still on her cheek. Wednesday let her, which made her happy.
“Do you want to be my good girl?”
Enid let out a plaintive cry and turned away from her nuzzling, tears already starting to form in her eyes as she sought out Wednesday’s. “ ‘M not?” Had she done something wrong? Wednesday had just told her she was a good girl, what had she done wrong?
“Hush, Enid.” Wednesday’s hand started to stroke and run through Enid’s hair, the touch calming her down. “What I meant is if you want to be my puppy, my girl.”
Oh, good, she hadn’t done anything wrong, she had just misunderstood. Wednesday was asking silly questions though. “Already am…” She said, letting her eyes droop, Wednesday’s hand felt so nice playing with her hair. Everything felt good and nice. The fire of her heat was starting to build up again but it was nice and cozy right now.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow and looked down Enid’s body. “Are you touching yourself again already Enid?”
“Noo…” She followed Wednesday’s eyes and saw what she was looking at. Enid’s fingers were lazily running circles over her slit and clit. She hadn’t even noticed. “...Maybe,” she mumbled.
She heard Wednesday take a deep breath. “You lied Enid. Good girls don’t lie.” Enid whined pitifully. She was a good girl!
“D-didn’t know…” She tried to defend herself. If she wasn’t a good girl Wednesday might leave!
Wednesday shook her head and took another deep breath. “You’ve been a bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“S-spanked?”
There was a twitch in Wednesday’s lips, a smirk, small but there. “That’s right. Bad girls get spanked but then they can be good girls again. Do you want to be my good girl again?”
Enid whimpered and nodded before rolling over onto her front again and thrusting her ass up into the air. There was a sound from Wednesday something one may have generously called a chuckle but just sounded evil to Enid’s ears. “Eager to be punished are we?”
“W-wanna be a good girl…”
“Then stop touching yourself.” Fuck! Enid was still touching herself! With a whimper she pulled her hand away from her nethers and wrapped her arms around the black pillow on her bed. “That’s a good puppy.” At that Enid made a little happy noise in the back of her throat and couldn’t help the way her hips started to sway, almost like she was wagging her tail.
“Eep!” She squeaked as she felt a cool hand come to rest on her buttox. Enid instantly stilled and shuddered as the hand began to move, just lightly running up and down, following the curve of her ass cheek as it moved from her back to her thigh and then back up.
Then the hand was gone and a stinging sensation replaced it with a clap! Enid yelped more in surprise then in pain at it and was able to bite back the moan that tried to escape. She was being punished! She shouldn’t be moaning! Then another strike came across her other cheek, harder than the first and this time she couldn’t hold it back, she moaned like a slut.
Wednesday’s hand began rubbing and groping at her ass, soothing and aggravating the redness that was forming there at the same time. “Are you enjoying this Enid? Do you enjoy being spanked?” It should have been an accusation but the question sounded more like curiosity.
The automatic response of No was halfway out her throat before she caught it. She didn’t want to lie, good girls didn’t lie and she wanted to be Wednesday’s good little girl. Apparently she took too long to respond and a hand came down once more and Enid moaned her answer, “Yeeesss!”
A crack! As Enid felt another sting of flesh meeting flesh she let out another moan of mixed pain and pleasure. “Why?” Wednesday continued to press, again not accusing but just asking.
Why? A thousand thoughts flew through the heat and subspace addled mind of Enid Sinclair and she latched onto the first one she could just as she was spanked again. “Imma whore!”
Wednesday’s hand came down again but instead of reeling back to hit again her fingers dug into the reddening flesh. “What did you say?”
Oh no! Enid had messed up! There was an edge to Wednesday’s question, ice to it. “I… imma whore…” Enid hesitantly repeated and then winced in pain as she felt nails digging into her ass. Wednesday’s hand was like a claw trying to pierce her flesh.
“So you let anyone bend you over? Watch as you masturbate? See you cry and beg? Tell you what to do?” Wednesday sounded mad, angry. Anyone that didn’t know her might not have been able to tell but the way her voice dropped just a bit, that little bit of heat in it were warning flags for those that did know her.
“No no no!” Enid cried, shaking her head. “Just you! Only you! Your puppy! No one else!” She couldn’t mess this up! She needed to be Wednesday’s good girl, her puppy, her whore! Wednesday’s hand stopped gripping her so hard, just resting there before slowly starting to rub soothing circles.
Enid felt Wednesday’s other hand softly grab her chin, forcing her head up slightly so she could look right at Wednesday. “No one else has seen this awful and pretty crying face? Heard you begging pitifully for release?” She sniffed and shook her head even as more tears began falling down her face. Wednesday leaned in and, oh god she kissed a few of her tears away. “You’re my puppy? My whore?”
Enid whimpered and nodded. “Yours,” She whispered.
“Can you be a good girl and take a few more strikes?” Another whimper and nod from Enid, she’d be a good girl, as long as Wednesday stayed she’d be a good girl.
There were two quick claps as Wednesday spanked her again and Enid muffled her cry of pain by biting her lip. “There’s my good girl. Good puppy. Tell me what you need, puppy.” Wednesday asked as her cool hand brought relief to her burning skin. Enid whimpered and squirmed, burying her face into the now tear stained pillow
“F-fingers…”
“Whose do you need, puppy?”
“Yours…”
“Where?”
Why was Wednesday torturing her like this?! She couldn’t say it! She could barely even think it right now! She just whimpered and shook her ass back and forth like that would be enough.
“Be a good girl Enid,” Wednesday’s hand moved from her ass to start petting her up and down her back, “tell me what you need.”
Enid whined but eventually her brain was able to form the words. “F-finger… my pussy please Wednesday… please… need it…” She felt the bed shifting as Wednesday repositioned herself.
“Good girl Enid. You asked so nicely.” Enid felt soft lips briefly press to her shoulder before Wednesday was draping herself across Enid’s back. Wednesday was still fully clothed in the striped sweater and jeans she had left in. She felt denim against her abused ass, wool against her back, the hand that had been petting her slide up to grip a shoulder while the other snaked down past her stomach and stopped just before where Enid needed it most. “You’ve been such a good girl, Enid. Feel free to cum whenever you want.”
Then those slim, dexterous fingers were rubbing up and down across her slit and teasing at her clit. She’s glad Wednesday told her she could cum because just from a few strokes her legs were shaking and she gripped Wednesday’s pillow even tighter against herself using it to muffle her cry of pleasure. Then she whimpered as Wednesday’s fingers paused. “Enid, did you cum? Do you want me to stop?”
Stopping was the furthest thing from Enid’s mind. That orgasm wasn’t like the first, it didn’t satiate the fire of her heat, only added to it. Her hips began rocking, searching for any stimulation, any touch she can get before Wednesday pulls her hand away and she’s crying in frustration because she needs more! Was she a bad girl? What did she do wrong? “Nooo… more!”
“Are you sure? Did you not just come?”
Enid was uselessly grinding back against Wednesday in a desperate search for friction but she didn’t have the right angle to grind her pussy against her legs. Then cool hands were gripping her hips, keeping her in place. “Heeaat…” She whined.
“Heat?” Wednesday asked, a note of confusion in her voice.
“In heat,” She cried, “need… need more…” She whimpered, wanting to move to get some form of touch where she needed it. It was starting to hurt! She needed to be touched! To be filled! “Hurts!” She sobbed and buried her nose into the one scent that could help her, rain and lightning filling her lungs.
“Shh… It’s okay Enid,” A finger and then two were pushing into her and she sighed in relief, “I didn’t realize, forgive me puppy.”
Enid moaned as her pussy was pushed into, as fingers spread and worked her over. It felt good, great even, but it wasn’t enough she needed “More!”
A third finger joined the other two, Enid started to rock her hips again and was rewarded with a pleasant sting in her ass each time it hit Wednesday. Fingers sped up and she was shuddering in pleasure as her walls clamped down on the fingers but it wasn’t enough. “More…”
She could feel Wednesday’s own hot breaths against her neck. Hand working harder and faster at her pussy and her other wrapping around and resting on her throat. Enid felt more waves of pleasure rocking her but still needed “More”
Palm rubbing against her clit, the smallest press of hand against her throat, more waves washing over her, pulling her out to sea.
A voice, distant, calling her name even as the waves dragged her under the sea.
She was sinking.
Sinking in pure bliss.
She didn’t want to ever leave.
Just wanted to float here.
She tried to keep her eyes open but they were so heavy.
As they closed she could imagine the word “Mine” being said by the only voice that mattered.