KINKTOBER: DAY 13 (Patreon)

Day 13: Dom Bottom/Sub Top, Dildo

WORD COUNT: 4K

SUMMARY: Jade teaches her wife a lesson.

TAGS: fpreg, public sex, car sex, sub/dom dynamic, dom bottom, use of strap on, mommy kink, praise kink, f/f, nsfw, +18

Gabrielle should have known. In hindsight, it was obvious that Jade was up to something.

Why on earth would her heavily pregnant wife want to come with her to a night out at the club?

Just the sight of it was ridiculous. A pregnant woman sitting in one of those uncomfortable small tables, dressed in the only dress she could find that was both appropriate for a dancing establishment and, well, fit her. Slutty enough to get looks, not enough to be obscene. Not like Jade wouldn't get enough staring already in her state.

It was hard to pinpoint why Jade had come up with any of this. Gabrielle, truly, could not see the appeal of doing any of this if you couldn't get shitface drunk and dance. And Jade couldn't get drunk. She didn't particularly like the taste of the ridiculously expensive virgin drinks, which the bartenders weren't exactly fond of making. And Gabrielle would have thought her wife was way past the moment where she could dance without risking a whole aching body the next day. Her back, her hips, every single muscle would protest if she even thought about trying to be a star on the dance floor. 

Four months ago? Maybe. But now, seven months pregnant?

But Jade insisted she wanted to go out, have fun for old times' sake, because Gabrielle so deserved it. The tone too sweet, too eager. Gabrielle should have suspected. And her wife had always been someone who simply did not give a shit, so even when Gabrielle raised all the odds, Jade still didn't give a shit.

A babymoon or some shit like that, but cheaper, Jade had said. They had to make the most out of the free time they had now before the baby came.

Of course, Gabrielle should have known better. Transactional, that was what everything with her dear wife was.

Which, if Jade really thought about it, was fair enough. What else could she possibly get as a treat after she spent the whole night watching her wife flirt and smile, all giddy and dazed, with all the girls who practically threw themselves at her all night?

Not like Jade could blame them, but Gabrielle should have known better. Just a simple mistake, a momentary lapse where Gabrielle apparently forgot hot little Jade like anyone else touching what was hers.

And a simple mistake was still a mistake, and that was something Jade could not allow. Her girl was not going to be allowed to just go out there and be a total, complete slut out there and just get away with it without consequences.

Gabrielle giggled at something, tripping over her own feet. Her hand was deep in the back pocket of her jeans, fumbling inside to find her car keys. Her smile turned into a quiet shit when she didn't feel them there, her brain bolted, panic coursing through her, bringing her back to reality, a brief moment of horror when she didn’t feel them.

Then, she heard the familiar jingling behind her.

Jade slowly trailed behind her, her lipstick slightly smudged, the car keys up in her hand. Gabrielle let out a breath of relief, her eyes trailing over her wife. Damn. That was a rather transparent dress.

She wasn't sure if she hadn't paid much attention to Jade's outfit before, under the flashing lights and the smoke, or if just now the alcohol made her body and her brain feel just a bit warmer than usual, a bit more frantic.

God, Jade was hot. Hot was probably an understatement, something that had changed since the moment this pregnancy started up to here, and every single little thing that Jade did felt like it was just a look away from turning Gabrielle into a pathetically horny little thing. She would have done anything at the snap of Jade's fingers if she just leaned in a bit closer, batted her eyelashes at her, took her hand to press against her swollen stomach.

She wanted nothing more than to make her wife happy.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the girl hummed, coming to stand next to Gabrielle. “You’re not driving like this, are you?”

“Mhm,” Gabrielle let out a sound, nodding, then shaking her head. “I’m not that drunk, I–”

Jade interrupted her, the keys in her hands jingling. “You’re not driving."

She was not driving. Gabrielle walked towards the car, leaning against the cold metal, eyes fixated on Jade’s form as the pregnant woman waddled around towards the driver's side. 

Gabrielle heard the door snapping open. There was something in the air, sleazy and thick, crawling up her throat and moving down. A familiar itch prickling under her clothes, warming her from the base of her stomach and moving lower. Her body was picking up on it before her brain even allowed her to think clearly, on the look in Jade's eyes that just told her they just weren’t gonna get in that car and drive home now. 

“You had fun?” Gabrielle asked, brushing a hand over her face.

Her cheeks were warm. She forced herself to move her eyes away from the way her wife's tits bounced as she moved around, the way her hips swayed as she waddled, the way the flowy fabric of her dress tightened around her gravid stomach.

"Lots." Jade smiled, unlocking the car. “Just…”

“Just...?” Gabrielle raised an eyebrow.

Her wife shrugged. She lowered herself into the car, unlocking all the doors. Then, instead of moving to push the car seat back to accommodate it so she could sit comfortably in the driver's seat, Jade retreated and closed the door, walking back towards Gabrielle. 

Jade leaned against the car, letting out a sigh, tilting her head. Her eyes traveled over her wife's body.

“You sure you're done for the night?” Jade asked, “We're having fun, aren't we? Don’t you think it would be a shame to go home now?”

“What else do you want to do? This place is dead,” Gabrielle chuckled, shrugging, tipping her head back to the club. 

One moment, and all Gabrielle could smell went from the warm air of the night to the intoxicating sweet smell of Jade's perfume creeping up her nose, the warmth of her body invading her personal space when Jade's hands moved to rest on her hips, the surface of her swollen stomach pressing against Gabrielle's flat one. Jade's lips found her neck, pressing a quick kiss at the curve of her neck, leaving a sticky trace of lip gloss and perfume behind.

Before she could realize, Jade's fingers moved against her belt, fingertips brushing over the faux leather as they moved in, closer to the zip of Gabrielle’s jeans.

Gabrielle's hands twitched at her sides, unsure of where to go. They brushed against her wife's arms, tightening around Jade's skin when she felt the gentle tug at the zip.

“Babe…” Gabrielle swallowed. "C'mon, here?" 

Jade hushed her. Her body pressed closer against Gabrielle’s. 

“You had fun tonight?” Jade asked, teeth sinking gently against Gabrielle’s shoulder as her fingers unzipped her jeans. “It was nice, having all those girls all over you?”

“It was not like that.” Gabrielle protested. She didn't make any kind of effort to pull away. 

“Oh, it was just like that,” Jade hummed. “And it was kinda hot, you know. Seeing you get all flustered. Trying to keep your hands to yourself. It kinda turned me on.”

Gabrielle's head turned around just when Jade moved away from her, eyes scanning around the parking lot. The place was dead, empty, but still, not a good thing if anyone decided it was a good moment to walk around a deserted parking lot just to find two freaks in a rather compromising situation.

"Scared of getting caught?" Jade smirked, leaning in closer again.

Jade pulled Gabrielle closer by the belt loops of her jeans, letting Gabrielle’s hand press against the side of Jade’s tense, tight stomach, brushing over the fabric of her dress as Jade leaned in to drag her into a desperate kiss.

Jade only pulled away to strategically place her hands somewhere else. Gabrielle’s body jerked when her fingers moved from the belt loops to slide inside the hem of her jeans, under the elastic band of her panties. 

“Babe-”

“You knew what you were doing tonight. Driving me fucking crazy. You like having everyone's hands on you?” Jade interrupted, and her fingers pressed down, sliding between Gabrielle's folds. “You like being a whore?"

"I-"

"I'm so wet right now just thinking about how you're gonna make me cum," Jade cut her off, her fingers slowly rubbing circles on Gabrielle's clit. "And you're gonna do that, yeah? You're gonna be good and you're gonna take it, mhm?"

"Yes," Gabrielle nodded, pushing her hips forward.

"You're gonna show mommy what a good slut you can be for her?" Jade purred. "Help her get off?"

Gabrielle nodded. 

In the last few months, Jade had turned into a little demanding machine. She was turned on more often than not, as if her own body couldn't get enough, always hot and bothered. And Gabrielle had been very well Pavloved into, well, reacting accordingly. Ready to get on her knees at a drop of Jade's attention, to play her part at a snap of her fingers.

If Jade wanted to fuck, then Gabrielle wanted to fuck. That easy. If Jade wanted to have an orgasm, then Gabrielle was there to give her an orgasm. Happy wife, happy life.

A rather easy formula, actually. Her body was there to please Jade.

“Mhm?” Jade cooed at Gabrielle's silence, feeling the slickness starting to cover her fingers.

Gabrielle's body leaned forward, trying to get closer to Jade's body, feeling her gravid stomach pressing against her body, her hands traveled up, stroking against the tight surface, fingers groping at her pregnant belly. Suddenly, she wasn't that drunk anymore. Gabrielle was sober enough to recognize the familiar throbbing in her pussy, the growing wetness between her legs. 

Gabrielle would have wanted to let herself believe that she still had any kind of restraint on her, that she had at least a drop of self-respect to not let herself be used like some kind of cheap whore in the middle of a parking lot. The truth was that she was just expecting Jade's next order, eager eyes staring up at her wife with wide pupils, her own body melting on her feet, gravitating towards the other woman.

Jade pulled away. Before Gabrielle could complain, she moved to open the backseat door, reaching inside, her hand disappearing in the darkness of the backseat. Then, like it was some fucking toy she was just holding up for an eager puppy to take, she handed Gabrielle the strap on.

Gabrielle looked between her wife and the strap, then her eyes snapped back to glance around the parking lot.

She blinked, a low whiny sound coming from her throat. “Babe.”

Jade cut her off.

“Pants off,” the woman commanded. “Get it on. And get in the car.”

Gabrielle was about to protest, but she didn't have the time when she felt Jade's hands already working on her pants, tugging down at the hem. Shit. Alright. She knew better than to question her wife. 

She almost tripped when she leaned down to take off her jeans, trying to get them past her shoes with them still on. As soon as the cold air of the night hit the skin of her naked legs, Gabrielle's eyes snapped up again, darting around the place. Her cheeks sparkled red under the neon lights, the sound of her heavy breath mingling with the distant rumble of the cars on the street. The world felt still for a moment, not a soul in sight. For now, at least. Gabrielle could hear her own blood in his ears and the familiar heat growing between her legs, her own wetness dampening the fabric of her exposed panties at the thought of anyone walking in on them right now.

Jade's eyes roamed, slowly, from her wife's face and then downwards. 

Inside the bar, the whole outfit —slutty, with a sheer top that showed a bit too much of Gabrielle's braless chest underneath—made a bit more sense. Now, her skin glimmering under the pale lights of the parking lot, surrounded by the faint music of the club still echoing somewhere in the distance, and the smell of spilled alcohol and the city night, it was utterly out of place.

Gabrielle stood there for a split second before Jade leaned in, her fingers slid under the elastic hem of her panties, pulling the fabric and letting it snap back against Gabrielle’s skin. “These too.”

Gabrielle hesitated for a moment. Then, Jade leaned in, took her jeans from her hands, threw them back somewhere on the backseat of their car. Just one small shift on Jade’s breathing pattern, the small, annoyed sigh escaping her lips made Gabrielle's hands move to pull her own panties down, a slick thread of her own wetness clinging to the fabric of her underwear.

"Good girl."

Well, this was a new one. First time she had been partially naked with her pussy exposed in the middle of a desert parking lot, about to do God knows what. Well, she kind of had an idea of what Jade had in mind.

Someone might catch them. That thought made her pussy throb too.

Gabrielle felt the last trace of resistance melt away from her mind when Jade handed her the strap. She could feel her own brain inside her little head starting to melt, becoming mush into a fuzzy cloud of the alcohol in her system and the intoxicating presence of her wife in front of her.

Gabrielle stepped into the harness, staring as Jade reached into the pocket of her dress —thank whoever invented dresses with pockets— and the small silver wrapper reflected some stray light rays before she ripped the condom with her teeth.

“Come here,” Jade fingers wrapped around the length of the dildo, stroking the plastic before her free hand slid the condom on the strap on with a methodically, painfully slow movement. 

Yes, Jade was stroking over silicone, but it still made Gabrielle’s body shiver, the familiar excitement running through her crotch. She had to control herself to keep her hips from jerking forward. 

Gabrielle had gone quiet. Good. Just like Jade liked it. Not talk unless spoken, all her attention on Jade. Sharp and alert, waiting for Jade's order. Her wife took a step back and tilted her head towards the backseat. 

“In,” Jade said, “Sit. Be quiet and don’t touch unless I say so.”

Gabrielle slid her into the back seat, letting her body sink against the cushions. There was a split moment where her brain questioned, well, the logistics. This car wasn’t that big. But the moment Jade’s fingers moved to grip her jaw, squeezing around her cheeks to tilt her head, Gabrielle stopped questioning. 

The car dipped when Jade slid in the backseat with a small groan, maneuvering her swollen body to straddle Gabrielle. It was rather difficult to move in the cramped backseat of this car with such a heavy, tight belly in front of her, trying not to bump anything as she crawled on top of Gabrielle’s body, spreading her legs to trap the other girl beneath her, her hands digging against her wife’s shoulders for stability. 

But the expectant look in Gabrielle’s eyes made it worth it. The devoted look in Gabrielle's eyes made it worth it. Such a good girl, and so well-trained, only a few touches, and she was ready to obey. Jade’s pussy throbbed as her weight settled on top of Gabrielle’s, her stomach bumping the flat stomach of her wife, her belly button brushing against the fishnet fabric of her top. A shudder ran down her back at the feeling.

Jade leaned in. Her engorged tits brushed against Gabrielle's erect nipples, her body aching with pleasure as Jade rubbed her chest against Gabrielle's. The first moan from Jade's mouth escaped when she felt Gabrielle's body twitching beneath her.

“I need you to be quiet now,” Jade breathed.

She lifted her hips, hand finding the dildo. Her hips bucked, and then Jade’s weight came back crashing down, her pussy humping against the length of the hard surface. Gabrielle bit her lips to keep a whimper from escaping.

“Can you do that for me?" Jade cooed, pressing closer. "Wouldn’t anyone hear us, mhm?”

Gabrielle shook her head yes. Jade moved her hips, grinding down on the dildo, and she immediately knew that yes was not going to last. Jade rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against the dildo. It only took her a few minutes for her hips to find a rhythm where each movement sent a spasm of pleasure through her body, the girth of the dildo sliding and pressing between her pussy lips over the fabric of her panties.

And Jade could tell her wife was enjoying it too by the way each time her body moved, every time her gravid stomach bumped against Gabrielle's middle, her wife's breath hitched, her body tensed, her nails dug harder against the car seat.

Jade started to move faster. The car screeched in response to her movements, the wet sounds of her pussy humping the dildo mixed with Gabrielle's contained moans. Beneath her, her wife's body was twitching, the base of the strap pressing against her clit every time Jade pressed down.  

“That feels so good,” Jade panted, her body tensing, arms tightening around Gabrielle's shoulders as she started to move faster. “That's so good, baby. Touch me.”

Gabrielle's body twitched as she nodded, then her hands moved from her own sides up to Jade's tits. The flesh was tender and full in her hands, and she didn't have to be told twice to let her own fingers start working on her wife's engorged nipples, pinching and twisting between her fingers as Gabrielle's hips bucked up automatically, trying to match each one of Jade's movements.

The car windows started to fog up.

“Oh, that's it. Such a good slut,” Jade hissed at the feeling of her nipples being pinched. “So good for me, aren't you?”

Gabrielle let out a sound low from her throat, a vain attempt to defend herself that ended up cut short by a shameful whimper escaping her lips. Her head tilted back when Jade pressed in, leaning her body weight against hers, letting her erect nipples press and rub against Gabrielle's. The wet sounds of her pussy grinding against the dildo matched each one of Gabrielle's desperate moans, each one of her pathetic attempts to be quiet or move wrong to not miss the little friction her clit was getting.

Jade moved her hands to steady herself in the rest of the backseat. There was nothing that turned her on more than seeing Gabrielle's pathetic attempts at restraint. Like she could keep her hands to herself, like she wasn't just a few inches from the edge. Her obedient attempts to be good for her. Jade could feel herself starting to lose her composure, her pussy throbbing as she tried to keep the pace as she continued to grind against the textured girth of the dildo, trying to keep the peace. 

It was a nice thing to know that her wife was still so fucking horny for her, even when she felt like a fucking whale. Even when she barely fit in the cramped backseat of their car, even when that huge stomach was in the way, even with Jade's pathetic gasps that each movement, every effort it took for her to grind against the strap on.

But God, she wanted to cum on Gabrielle's dick. She needed to cum as much as Gabrielle.

Jade panted, her fingers tightened on the backseat rest as she slowed the rhythm of her hips. Gabrielle whimpered at the lack of friction, her hands moving to Jade's hips, fingers digging against the soft flesh.

Jade lifted her hips, one of her hands holding her steady, the other moving down to her thighs to lift the fabric of her dress. Easy access, Gabrielle thought. Every little detail planned. A low hum scratched Jade's throat as she pulled her panties to the side and then guided the tip of the strap inside of her. Just enough to let Gabrielle pant at the direct pressure on her clit, her thighs tensing beneath Jade's weight. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Jade grunted, “Are you gonna be a good girl and let mommy cum on your dick?”

Gabrielle’s hips jerked, her fingers tightening around Jade’s hips, pulling down. On top of her, Jade squirmed and clicked her tongue, shaking her head. A whimper escaped Gabrielle's mouth, a wave of frustration rushing through, her pussy throbbing. It was hard to keep her body still when everything was overwhelming like this. It was hard to keep her body from reacting with the feeling of Jade’s gravid, fecund stomach pressing down against her, with her swollen tits brushing against her nipples with every hump, with the sounds of Jade's breathing hitting her neck, snaking inside her eardrums, and leaking into her brain. It was hard to form any thought that did not involve just thrusting, bury her dick deep inside Jade.

“Use your words,” Jade ordered.

Another moan escaped Gabrielle’s lips when Jade lowered herself down, slowly working the strap inside of her, a quiet gasp escaping at the feeling of her pussy being stretched open, at the feeling of being full. One of her hands moved from the backseat rest to tangle in Gabrielle’s hair, fingers gripping at the base and pulling, forcing her to look at her.

The hot, agitated breath of Gabrielle hit Jade's neck as her nails dug into Jade's hips. Her head shook yes, the muscles of her body tensing and her lips parting as her body contracted with a rush of pleasure.

“Yes,” she let out a strangled noise.

“Do you want mommy to use you so bad, don’t you? You want to be mommy’s good little toy, help me get off?”

Gabrielle’s hips twitched, a rush of pleasure crashing over her body when Jade started to move her hips, slowly, agonizingly slow as she sank onto her dick, watching the strap disappear inside of her.

“Answer me,” Jade moaned, fingers tightening around Gabrielle’s face to force her to look at her as her hips started to move. 

“Yes. Please. Use me.”

A strangled moan escaped Jade’s lips, her hips faltering for a moment, her hole clenching around the strap. God, Gabrielle felt so good. The only sounds that filled the car were her restrained moans and the squeaking of the seat trembling beneath their weights. Jade's movement started to follow the rhythm of Gabrielle’s pathetic whimpers every time Jade’s body crashed down on hers, every time Jade bounced on her strap made her gasp, pleasure pulsating through her body, and Gabrielle squirmed as the base of the strap pressed down on her swollen clit.

Jade’s stomach pressed against her every time she bounced on Gabrielle’s cock, the muffled sound of skin slapping against skin.  

“You wanna cum?” Jade grunted, her fingers tightening around Gabrielle’s hair, “You want to cum, baby?”

She already knew her answer. She could tell by the way Gabrielle's body twitched and spasmed under her, the way her hips thrusted up every time she bounced, the way her chest pushed forward, looking to rub against Jade's engorged tits. Gabrielle's stomach tensed, her fingers gripping at nothing as a whimper escaped her lips. It felt so good, every time Jade's gravid body moved, every movement of her hips, the now frantic way her pussy swallowed the strap, the way her tits bounced right in front of her face.

Jade already had her answer, but she wanted to hear it from Gabrielle's mouth.

One of her hands moved down to her wife's chest, groping one of her tits, her fingers fondling the soft flesh. She trapped one of Gabrielle's erect nipples between her fingers and pulled. A loud moan escaped her wife's mouth, her body trembling, her cunt throbbing at the sharp wave of pain in her chest.

"Answer," Jade growled. Her movements became slower.

Gabrielle's eyes snapped open. It took her a moment to focus on her wife's form in front of her, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure, but as soon as she felt the change in Jade's rhythm, the fervid look in her eyes was replaced by a desperate urge. She was right there, so close.

"Please," Gabrielle moaned, nodding her head, wide pupils staring back at Jade. "Please— yes, I want to cum."

"You want to cum?"

Another whimper escaped Gabrielle's mouth when Jade shifted her weight on top of her, slowing her pace even more. Now, Gabrielle could feel her own body pulsating and begging for anything, just a crumble of friction. But Jade knew Gabrielle was smart enough to know that she was not going to get any of what she wanted without a bit of begging.

Jade tilted her head, her own pussy aching when her movements turned into an unhurried grind. She was so close. Almost just one more small whine coming from her wife's mouth to reach her climax.

"I need to cum, please...!"

Jade's body picked up speed again, slowly. Just enough to bring back the pressure against Gabrielle's clit, enough to feel the pleasure vibrating through her stomach as her hips rocked in slow circles. She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows as her fingers tightened on her hair, pulling.

Gabrielle's body trembled beneath her. She could feel the burn in all her muscles as her stomach tensed, as her thighs trembled, all her focus on the last remnants of the feeling of the base of the strap pressing down on her clit, on the resistance of her body to keep it together and hold it in. It was hard when all she could focus on was the weight of Jade's body pressing down on her, on the wet sounds of her pussy bouncing on the length of the strap on slowly, on her tits pushing against hers.

"Please, baby, please..." Gabrielle moaned, her face contorting in a grimace. "Jade, I need to—"

She choked on her own words, a loud moan escaping her lips when Jade fastened her pace, bouncing on her cock like her life depended on it again.

"You need to cum?" Jade panted, a smirk creeping up her lips. "Oh, honey..."

Gabrielle gasped, biting her lips to contain a groan as her hands moved up Jade's body, brushing over the hot skin of her swollen stomach up to her milk-filled tits. Her fingers closed around her breasts, and Gabrielle's hips bucked up.

She felt something wet spreading at the back of her hand, dripping down her thumb towards her wrists. Her eyes snapped open to see the stream of milk leaking from Jade's tits as they bounced with each one of her movements. It was enough to send her over the edge.

Jade hissed when Gabrielle's hand closed around her breast, sending a sharp pain through her body. The cry that escaped her wife's lips when she finally cum, her body spasming and trembling beneath her, was enough to make Jade cum too.

Her hands tightened on the rest of the backseat, nails digging against the upholstery as her hips jerked, her pussy clenching around the strap as the wave of her orgasm washed over her. Her body leaned forward, sinking against Gabrielle's as her thighs trembled.

That had not been quiet at all.  

Jade let out a laugh as her fingers combed through Gabrielle's hair, feeling the rise and fall of her wife's body beneath her. Her body melted against the seat as she floated through the aftermath of her own orgasm. Gabrielle lifted a lazy finger, brushing the milk from Jade's breast before taking it to her lips and licking it clean.

Jade let out a small satisfied hum, and leaned in to kiss the side of Gabrielle's face, "Good girl."