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“Emma!” Jean yells as she walks into her colleague’s office, looking furious.
“What is it, darling? I really don’t have time for this.”
“You didn’t think I’d catch on to your psychic love affair with my husband, you slut?”
Emma freezes, looking shocked. “He told me that you had said it was okay. Something about polyamory and an open marriage.”
Jean stands there, looking even angrier. “Of course he did.” She sighs. “Want to humiliate a lying shit?” She says with a growing smirk.
“Oh absolutely, Jean. But first I think you’re owed a little… compensation. Tit for tat, and all that.” Emma says with a seductive grin.
“Of course you’d say that.” Jean responds as she rolls her eyes. “But you know what? I think you’re right.”
“Excellent darling, excellent. Now tell me… back when I was on the wrong side of you, before I finally rid myself of the people who hurt you, I recall certain… fantasies running through your head. Were those yours or just something horrible people placed there?”
Jean blushes. She should have known to expect this. Known that Emma would make the offer. All of the X-Men knew what Emma enjoyed, and Jean had seen Scott’s memories of their disgusting telepathic betrayal. The worst part is that she had already given Emma her answer, and the heat building within her was proof enough that she wouldn’t have denied it anyway.
“Real then? Excellent darling. I know Scott would never do something like this for you, so I’ll go easy on you. If you need me to slow down say yellow, and if you need things to stop say red. Do you understand, Jean?”
“I- I know the system.” Jean says, swallowing and taking a deep breath.
“I know you do, anybody with your fantasies and an internet connection does, but it is important to tell you that you have a safeword. Just relax and remember that I won’t hurt you except in the most delectable of ways, and that I could never breach your mental defenses to make you want something that you don’t. Now be a good girl and get on your knees for me. I want to see the glorious Phoenix submit herself to her betters.”
Jean just stands there for a moment in shock and Emma gives her a wicked smirk. Did she just say she’s better than me? Fuck, that’s actually really hot. Why is that so hot?
“Kneel, Jean. Unless you want me to force you onto your knees.”
Jean slowly kneels down before making eye contact with Emma again, who is standing up from behind her desk and walking over to Jean. When she reaches the most powerful woman in creation she towers over her, creating another reaction deep within Jean. One that makes her rub her thighs together as she kneels before the blonde mutant billionaire.
“You look good like that, darling; and I don’t need telepathy to know that you’re enjoying your view either. You’re still just summoning clothes with the Phoenix Force, right?” Emma asks as she looks over Jean’s figure with shameless lust. Jean nods in response.
Emma suddenly grabs Jean’s hair and pulls her head back while getting in her face. “Use words when I ask you a question. If I wanted you silent then there would be a gag in your pathetic mouth.”
“Y- yes, the clothes are just constructs made by the Phoenix.” Jean replies, her breath and words coming out shaky and ragged, her body more concerned with lubricating itself and trying to regulate its temperature than forming a coherent word.”
“Good.” Emma says before suddenly turning to diamond and ripping Jean’s shirt apart like paper, leaving her chest covered by just a bra.
“What the hell‽” Jean says as she tries to cover herself, which gets her a flesh hand across the face.
“Don’t you dare try to cover something so beautiful in front of me right now.” Emma says as she stands over Jean once again, pulling her to her feet by her hair. “Get rid of the rest of it. Hesitate and you’ll be punished.
Jean immediately makes the rest of her clothes disappear and is blushing more than she has in years.
“Embarrassment looks good on you, Jean. You should wear it more.” She circles her colleague as she says it, trailing a cold diamond finger tantalizingly around Jean’s hips before letting it rest on her ass and possessively pulling the red-haired woman against herself. “You want this, don’t you? To be owned by a beautiful woman who will treat you wrong in all of the best ways. Who will spit on you, call you names, and somehow still tell you that you’re beautiful and a good person while feeding you chocolate after doing things that will leave you sitting funny and walking in a less than straight line for days.”
That comment alone would have been enough to leave Jean wet and needy on a good day. But today, after everything else… it breaks her. “Pl- please?”
“Please what, darling?”
“Please… Mistress.”
“Of course, darling. All you had to do was ask if you wanted fucked.”
Emma then pushes Jean down over her desk, face down, and opens a drawer. She pulls a pair of handcuffs out of it and locks them around Jean’s wrists. After that she slaps Jean hard across the ass, certainly leaving a mark. Jean is still processing the last 30 seconds as Emma walks around the desk and pulls the whole drawer out of it. She gets a glimpse of what is inside. A bottle of lube, a plug, a gag, a vibrator, and a whole strapon setup. “Oh fuck…”
“Nervous or excited?” Emma asks with an audible smugness as she sets the drawer down on Jean’s other side where she can’t see it.
“B- both… probably.” Jean says before taking a deep breath. Emma, meanwhile, is walking back behind her.
“Good. Fear is part of the fun, and I can already see how wet you are. Before I’ve even touched you anywhere sensitive. You’re going to be absolutely delightful to play with.” To punctuate the point, she easily slides two fingers inside Jean and back out. Jean lets out a moan at finally being touched, only for it to be cut off by a disappointed groan.
“F- fucking bi-” She’s cut off a second time by Emma forcing the fingers into her mouth, forcing Jean to taste her own juices.
“Now now now, watch that tongue Jean. You’re in a rather precarious position here. All of your most sensitive areas are free for me to play with. So, I wouldn’t go calling me a bitch, unless you want me to fuck you like one.”
“D- damn it Emma… please…”
“Please what?”
“Pl- please quit teasing.” Jean pleads.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” As she says it Jean moans again as a finger coated in something cold circles a tighter, more intimate part of Jean before slowly pushing in, getting a moan out of her.
“Does the mighty Phoenix enjoy butt stuff? Fascinating discovery.”
“Sh- shut up.” Jean mutters out. She immediately regrets it as Emma spanks her again, repeatedly this time. She counts six strikes across her backside.
“Watch your words. Next time I won’t be as gentle about puting you back in your place.”
“O- okay.”
Another slap, this one harder. “Not okay. It is ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you know who owns you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Do you know who is going to fuck you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you know who is sorry for helping your husband cheat?”
“Th- thank you, Mistress.”
“Do you know who is going to help you punish your husband?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you know who would be happy to go on a coffee date with you this afternoon?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Would you like to go on one with her.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl. I’m going to put a plug in your ass now, is that okay?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Thank you. You’re a very good girl, you know.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
After that Emma gently slides the plug into Jean’s ass before grabbing her, flipping her over onto her back, and kissing her deeply and passionately. With what Jean’s telepathic empathy can tell is real love behind it and not just passion of the moment. Jean kisses back with that same love. Eventually one of Emma’s hands makes its way down to Jean’s chest and grabs and squeezes her while gently rolling a nipple between her fingers, teasing Jean even more and making her grind against Emma’s thigh, leaving a glistening streak on the wealthy woman’s skin.
“So needy today, aren’t we darling? I have half a mind to keep you denied just to keep you all cute and horny, but I don’t know that it would be a good idea when you also need to be able to fight. Such are the sacrifices of this life, I suppose.” She kisses Jean again and grinds her own intimacy against Jean.
She backs away and looks down at what she has reduced a woman more powerful than literal deities to – a horny mess laying across Emma’s desk with a leaking cunt, a plugged ass, and a pleading expression on her face. “You’re absolutely beautiful, darling. Scott doesn’t deserve you in the slightest. Hell, I don’t deserve you. Not really. But thank you for trusting me.” As she says it she takes off her skirt and starts to put on the strapon.
“Now, I’m afraid, is the part where I really break you for calling me a slut. I’m going to treat you like one, and you’re going to enjoy it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Excellent.” She once again manhandles Jean and pulls her off the desk and onto her knees before shoving the strapon down her throat and facefucking her with it. Jean chokes and gags on the artificial dick and Emma doesn’t let up until Jean is red in the face. After that she grabs the host of the Phoenix Force by the hair once again and throws her back onto the desk before thrusting the strapon into her, filling her both physically and in an emotional way that Scott never could. She grabs Jean’s hair while bending down at the waist to whisper into her ear and wrap her hand around Phoenix’s throat, not choking her, but sending a message.
“You like this, you fucking whore? Accusing me of cheating when we all know what you did with Logan? Hmm? Maybe you and Scott really should consider polyamory, it might be a healthy option. Besides, we’ve all seen the way they look at each other. Gayer than Bobby and they can’t even figure it out.”
Jean starts looking hurt but ends laughing. “Emma… that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said… why save it for now?”
“Because it only now occurred to me.” She says before biting Jean’s ear lobe and starting to thrust back and forth at a teasingly slow rate. “And when else would you have listened to me?”
“G- good point. Mistress.”
“Good girl.” Emma says before picking up the pace. She stops for a moment, but only to grab a pair of clamps that she clips onto Jean’s nipples, getting a noise that is half whimper half moan out of the woman below her, especially when she pulls on the chain connecting the devices.
“Oh, you think that’s bad? Try this.” She says before pushing a button on the chain that makes the clamps start to vibrate and that gets a louder moan out Jean.
“Oh fuck… Emma…”
Emma just kisses her again while continuing to thrust into Jean, letting out moans herself as the vibrating end of her strapon works wonders inside her and against her clit.
“Fuck… Emma I- I’m going to…”
“Not without permission.”
“B- but… please.”
“Not without permission!”
Jean lets out a groan of annoyance and pleasure. “Yes Mistress…”
“Better.”
Emma continues fucking and kissing Jean, teasing her endlessly with her thumb on her clit, or playing with the plug in her ass, showing her the kinky pleasures she had always wanted but never received, until finally she says the magic words Jean has been waiting for. “Cum for me, darling.”
And she does. Hard. Clenching down around the strapon and letting out an utter cry of pleasure that is only muffled by Emma’s mouth as she also finishes, grinding against the vibrator built into her toy and by consequence of that rubbing the base of the dildo against Jean’s clit in a way that drags the orgasm out even longer. After a minute of catching her breath Emma turns off the vibrators and gently slides the dildo out of her partner before taking off the handcuffs and hugging her.
“Are you okay, Jean?”
Jean responds with a gentler, warmer kiss. “I’m sore, satisfied, and happier than I have been in months.”
Emma smiles warmly at that. “I’m glad, darling. Now let’s get you a hot shower or bath and some lotion for the bruises that are forming.”
“That sounds amazing, Emma. And then we have to talk to Scott. Because I still love him, but I think there’s something here too, don’t you?”
“Oh, there absolutely is.” She smirks. “Now, fair warning, but the clamps can hurt coming off.”
“Of course they can.” Jean says with an eye roll. “I know how bloodflow works with nerve endin- Fuck! Bitch!” Jean says as Emma yanks the clamps off with a pull, laughing at the reaction of Jean.
“Darling, you’re adorable."