Emotion

“I don’t want to hurt you…” Minji frowned.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust you,” Yubin mumbled. “Now, give me your hand…” Yubin reached down, grabbed her wife’s hand, and pulled it to her neck. “No pressure right now…” she whispered while placing it on her own neck.

Minji watched with attentive eyes, feeling just where Yubin was placing her hand and how she adjusted her fingers.

“Light… light pressure okay?” Yubin whispered. “These fingers only.” She tapped a few, watching Minji nod her head.

She applied very little pressure, and she could feel Yubin laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” Minji frowned. She could guess a few reasons as to why her wife was laughing, but she was beginning to feel self-conscious at this point.

“A little more.”

Minji obliged, and she heard the content hum from her wife before she relaxed more.

“You’ll have to learn just how far you can go with Yooh… With me, only that.” Yubin explained while moving to grab her wife’s wrist. “I don’t like it very much. But I love doing it to Yooh,” Yubin explained while sitting up.

Minji watched her wife sit up without another word, and her mind was plagued. Plagued with so many unanswered questions that she couldn’t even begin to put words to. Why did Yoohyeon like it so much? Why did it have to be choking? Of everything in the world, why did Yoohyeon like it so rough?

“Does it have to be my hand?” Minji whispered. “What about a compromise… a collar I can pull… it has to do the same thing right?” She frowned.

“Playing with dangers there… it’ll completely cut her off… this is safer…” Yubin frowned. She watched her wife deflate with sadness, allowing her to hold her tightly. “It’s something that requires trust. You don’t just dive into it. Takes time to learn and figure out…” Yubin whispered.

“How far can Yooh go?” Minji frowned. “Show me.”

Yubin let out a sigh, knowing just how far she can go with Yooh before she tapped her thigh to make her stop. She lifted her hand up, wrapping it around Minji’s throat, and applied a slow pressure, building to where Yooh nearly crumbles.

Minji didn’t like the feeling, but she needed to know just how far she could go… She felt her wife’s fingers grow tighter around her neck, causing her to rush to grab Yubin’s wrist to make her stop. She felt her let go immediately, her palm now resting on her cheek.

“She can go pretty far…” Yubin whispered.

“Why can’t she like something else…” Minji muttered.

“She likes when you spank her. But you knew that.” Yubin muttered.

“What did you do to her last night? I heard her scream from the bedroom…” Minji whispered.

“Oh, uh… well,” Yubin laughed. “I wanted my time and I fucked her with the strap she loves. You know, the pink and purple one. Right over my desk and I held her wrists behind her back…” Yubin trailed off.

“I know her standards. What made her scream like that.” Minji glared.

“I slapped her ass… quite a bit actually… She really likes it rough Minji… it was so red… I just kept going. Then I yanked her hair and she screamed. She even came all over the strap. God Minji you would’ve lost it.” Yubin explained.

Minji let out a hum, looking away from her wife.

“What are you thinking?” Yubin whispered.

“The last time you bent me over your desk and had your way with me…” Minji mumbled.

“Mm… last week…” Yubin smirked before pressing a kiss to her wife’s neck. “I was on a business call… you were riding me so nice and good…” she whispered. “Taking me so well…” She muttered before nipping Minji’s neck.

“Maybe you should let me take you again…” Minji mumbled.

She felt Yubin’s hands trail down her sides, slowly pushing her back against the bed. She let out a small moan when she felt Yubin’s teeth graze the column of her neck.

“Baby…” Minji whined when she felt her wife’s fingers graze over her shorts. “Don’t be a tease…”

“I wouldn’t be a tease if you had better shorts on.” Yubin’s hand moved to unbutton the denim shorts, grumbling against minji’s neck when she couldn’t quite get the zipper. “I’m very close to just ripping them off of you.” She muttered.

“Buy me new shorts if you rip them,” Minji whispered.

She felt Yubin’s hands grab her shorts and yank them, effectively breaking the zipper and ripping the fabric below the zipper. Minji couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips at the action, feeling Yubin’s fingers slide in between her underwear.

“You’re already wet, did that really get you going?” Yubin smirked.

“Sexy lady ripping my clothes off so she can fuck me? Hmm… I think so,” Minji smiled.

“Oh, I’m a sexy lady now?” Yubin whispered before sliding further down.

She could feel just how wet everything was. Her fingers gathered as much slick as they could, sliding right back up to circle her clit. She felt her wife’s hips buck at the action, wanting more.

“Do you want her to watch?” Yubin whispered before pressing her lips to Minji’s neck.

“Yes,” Minji whimpered.

Yubin shouted for Yoohyeon, slowing her movements so Minji wouldn’t come undone before Yoohyeon got there.

“Yes..?” Yoohyeon whispered when she peeked inside.

“She wants you to watch. Find your spot and sit.” Yubin growled.

“It hurts to sit…” Yoohyeon whispered.

“Then kneel.” Yubin glared.

Yoohyeon was quick to obey, kneeling on the floor for the younger woman. She didn’t know who to watch, but it was very clear what she was supposed to watch. She could feel her cheeks tinting pink at the sight of Yubin finger fucking her wife, and she couldn’t help but feel as if it was something she shouldn’t have been watching.

She heard the noises that escaped Minji’s mouth, heard the wet, lewd noises that came from just below the waistline. Her eyes trailed up, catching Minji’s briefly before she noticed the blush that colored the older woman’s face.

Minji was embarrassed… But judging by the sounds she made and the way she clawed at Yubin’s back… She was loving every second of it.

The younger woman couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her having so much power over this woman. This woman who had been nothing but a powerplay to her… Was melting like ice cream because she was watching her.

“Ma’am… Does she like being watched?” Yoohyeon tested.

“She does,” Yubin answered with a grunt, flexing her fingers just so before she heard the all too familiar gasp that bled into a low groan from her wife. “She loves putting on a show… Don’t you baby?” She smirked before curving her fingers up.

“Yes!” Minji arched her back, loving every second of what was happening.

“Be a good girl for daddy and come on my fingers then,” Yubin whispered.

Yoohyeon nearly fell over from her stance. Not even in their own moments had Yubin ever referred to herself as such, and she had to admit… It was a nice look on her. She had never watched them like this before, and she was a little happy that she had.

“And for you…” Yubin muttered while pulling her finger’s out of Minji’s still-fluttering core. “Suck,” She held out her hand to Yoohyeon, watching her hesitate for a brief moment before taking her fingers in her mouth. “Good girl,” She whispered.

“Yubin…” Minji whined when she finally looked over and saw what was going on. “We aren’t sleeping tonight are we?” She whispered.

“Not anytime soon,” Yubin smirked.