#gemma is straight
Lily and Gemma/Ira - @justplainwhump
The door opens before she can even knock and with a quirk of her blonde brow, she lets herself into the apartment, a bottle of wine and two slices of chocolate cake from Vincent’s Cafe in hand.
Need
Mark and Gemma get a pet - p XXVII
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Cw for BBU, pet whump, female whumpee and female whumper, dubcon. Gemma is a mess.
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Gemma leaned to the headboard, breathing heavily. Her half closed eyes stared at the ceiling, lazily followed the patterns and shadows painted to it by the setting evening sun. The afternoon had passed in a haze.
The freshly made bed lay in crumples again, the air around them felt sticky on Gemma’s skin, like a veil of guilt and grief and ecstasy.
She wanted to feel only one of those.
“Again,” she rasped. Her voice was hoarse, if from crying over Mark or from the screams of pleasure her pet’s tongue had drawn from her she couldn’t tell.
She felt the pet shifting between her legs, and idly caressed its soft skin, ran her fingers over the welts from the scars Madeline had left. The pet moved a little slower, less elegant than it usually would, because of the strikes Gemma had given it with the cane. She wondered if it’d leave scars. If the pet would wear Gemma’s marks on her body like it did Madeline’s. And if she’d like it. She’d see it too, traces showing how she lost her composure, her control, and let her rage take the better of her. She should’ve argued with Mark, not punished the toy. Mark, who’d had-
The pet kissed the inside of Gemma’s thigh. Its hair tingled on her skin, its soft lips send shivers down her spine. She hadn’t kept count on the times she’d come, but her body was on edge, ready for more, eager for always, always more. “I’m yours, Ms Gemma,” it whispered, its breath hot against Gemma’s most sensitive parts, and Gemma’s hips bucked up instinctively.
Yes it was, the pet was hers. Ira was hers. Not Mark’s, it had said no to Mark, because it was loyal, because it loved her.
“Tell me again,” Gemma said, and carded her fingers through the pet’s soft white hair. “Tell me again, Ira.”
“You’re beautiful,” the pet purred, placing more teasing kisses to Gemma’s thighs, as it repeated her words. “You’re confident and bright and intelligent, you’re your own person, and you’ve always been too good for Mr Mark.”
“Yes,” Gemma breathed, hands curling up in Ira’s hair. “Yes, I am.”
“You’re -”
Gemma pulled her pet forward, and a flick of its tongue was all it took to send her away on another wave of pleasure.
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