permission to speak
Title: permission to speak.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17.
Pairing: girl!oliver sykes/girl!tom sykes.
Summary: oliver has the right to remain silent.
Warnings: potty mouth, incest, femmeslash, light bondage, slight rp/kink.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: pamxsookie. she knows why. (:
Author Notes: this was supposed to be for halloween but it didn't really get finished by then obviously. so here it is now.
"You have the right to remain silent," Tom declares, clicking Oliver's handcuffs behind her back. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law... or, my bedroom."
Oliver blows her bangs out of her eyes, grinning when Tom pulls on her hair and licks sloppily at the petals on her throat from behind.
"Are you going to be a good prisoner?" Tom asks. Oliver just nods. "Good," Tom breathes, tossing Oliver down onto the bed. Oliver manages to roll onto her back, legs spreading suggestively. Her black and white striped skirt rides up on her thighs. "I like it already," Tom remarks, straightening her collar. Tom flattens her vinyl skirt, contemplates her sister. Her dress suits her- strapless, to reveal her clavicles, and alternating black and white stripes, with matching striped platform heels. Yeah, Tom could get used to this.
"Alright," Tom sighs, dropping her panties. She steps out of them, heels loud on the floor. "Eat me out, doll." Oliver smirks, nods, lays back on the bed as Tom crawls over her. Oliver lifts her head to Tom's cunt and flicks her tongue out. Tom purrs quietly, sets her knees a little wider so she's closer to Oliver's face.
"Permission to speak, Miss Officer?" Oliver murmurs, lips brushing against Tom's slick skin.
"Yeah," Tom purrs, running her fingers through Oliver's hair.
"You taste amazing, sister," Oliver sighs, burying her tongue into Tom's heat. Tom moans, lowers her hips so Oliver's nose teases at her clit.
"Ah, fuck," Tom gasps, slowly riding Oliver's face. Tom's used to having her way with her sister like this, but the fact that this was Halloween changes things. When Tom walked into their bedroom and found Oliver all dressed up like this, she couldn't help but... well, punish her for it. Oh, and she has a trick up her sleeve. Even though her strapless corset doesn't have any sleeves.
"Mm, Tom," Oliver groans, adjusting her hips. Tom figures it's probably because of her hands being cuffed behind her back, but her thoughts are quickly torn back to Oliver's tongue when it moves to her clit and flicks it, swipes it twice and then Oliver pants, "Come for me, sister."
Tom normally doesn't come this fast, but God, Oliver's voice is just so hot when it comes from between her thighs and her breath on her skin, and shit. Tom throws her head back and moans, grabbing Oliver's hair and she grinds down onto her tongue as it works her clit mercilessly fast. "God, Oli!" she groans, panting, and her fingers loosen their grip. Oliver's head hits the sheets again and Tom gets off the bed and starts rifling through her bedside drawer.
"Tom?" Oliver breathes, sitting up. Tom picks out a rather small toy, which Oliver immediately recognizes as a vibrator. Tom clicks it on, then back off again, and pops the batteries out. Oliver bites her lip as Tom slides new ones in, then clicks it on again.
"You've been a bad girl," Tom sighs ruefully, lifting Oliver's skirt. She slides her middle finger over her clit, into her cunt, then slips the tiny vibrator in with it. Oliver moans, arching her back, but then Tom pulls her hand back, starts licking Oliver's taste from her fingers. Oliver whines quietly, pulling on her handcuffs as Tom retrieves a pair of Oliver's panties. "Put these on," Tom directs, and Oliver protests at first, but Tom narrows her eyes and Oliver bites her lip.
"Yes officer," she breathes, lifting her heels from the floor. Tom slides her panties up to her knees, then Oliver stands for Tom to push them all the way up under her skirt. Tom's finger ghost over her twat, vibrator still buzzing away inside her, and Oliver whimpers.
"Because you don't know how to let me have my way with you," Tom sighs, grabbing Oliver by the handcuffs, "you're going with me to the party like this. Maybe if you're a good girl at the party, you'll get to come later. Okay, doll?"
"Yes officer," Oliver murmurs, as Tom directs her out of the bedroom.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17.
Pairing: girl!oliver sykes/girl!tom sykes.
Summary: oliver has the right to remain silent.
Warnings: potty mouth, incest, femmeslash, light bondage, slight rp/kink.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: pamxsookie. she knows why. (:
Author Notes: this was supposed to be for halloween but it didn't really get finished by then obviously. so here it is now.
"You have the right to remain silent," Tom declares, clicking Oliver's handcuffs behind her back. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law... or, my bedroom."
Oliver blows her bangs out of her eyes, grinning when Tom pulls on her hair and licks sloppily at the petals on her throat from behind.
"Are you going to be a good prisoner?" Tom asks. Oliver just nods. "Good," Tom breathes, tossing Oliver down onto the bed. Oliver manages to roll onto her back, legs spreading suggestively. Her black and white striped skirt rides up on her thighs. "I like it already," Tom remarks, straightening her collar. Tom flattens her vinyl skirt, contemplates her sister. Her dress suits her- strapless, to reveal her clavicles, and alternating black and white stripes, with matching striped platform heels. Yeah, Tom could get used to this.
"Alright," Tom sighs, dropping her panties. She steps out of them, heels loud on the floor. "Eat me out, doll." Oliver smirks, nods, lays back on the bed as Tom crawls over her. Oliver lifts her head to Tom's cunt and flicks her tongue out. Tom purrs quietly, sets her knees a little wider so she's closer to Oliver's face.
"Permission to speak, Miss Officer?" Oliver murmurs, lips brushing against Tom's slick skin.
"Yeah," Tom purrs, running her fingers through Oliver's hair.
"You taste amazing, sister," Oliver sighs, burying her tongue into Tom's heat. Tom moans, lowers her hips so Oliver's nose teases at her clit.
"Ah, fuck," Tom gasps, slowly riding Oliver's face. Tom's used to having her way with her sister like this, but the fact that this was Halloween changes things. When Tom walked into their bedroom and found Oliver all dressed up like this, she couldn't help but... well, punish her for it. Oh, and she has a trick up her sleeve. Even though her strapless corset doesn't have any sleeves.
"Mm, Tom," Oliver groans, adjusting her hips. Tom figures it's probably because of her hands being cuffed behind her back, but her thoughts are quickly torn back to Oliver's tongue when it moves to her clit and flicks it, swipes it twice and then Oliver pants, "Come for me, sister."
Tom normally doesn't come this fast, but God, Oliver's voice is just so hot when it comes from between her thighs and her breath on her skin, and shit. Tom throws her head back and moans, grabbing Oliver's hair and she grinds down onto her tongue as it works her clit mercilessly fast. "God, Oli!" she groans, panting, and her fingers loosen their grip. Oliver's head hits the sheets again and Tom gets off the bed and starts rifling through her bedside drawer.
"Tom?" Oliver breathes, sitting up. Tom picks out a rather small toy, which Oliver immediately recognizes as a vibrator. Tom clicks it on, then back off again, and pops the batteries out. Oliver bites her lip as Tom slides new ones in, then clicks it on again.
"You've been a bad girl," Tom sighs ruefully, lifting Oliver's skirt. She slides her middle finger over her clit, into her cunt, then slips the tiny vibrator in with it. Oliver moans, arching her back, but then Tom pulls her hand back, starts licking Oliver's taste from her fingers. Oliver whines quietly, pulling on her handcuffs as Tom retrieves a pair of Oliver's panties. "Put these on," Tom directs, and Oliver protests at first, but Tom narrows her eyes and Oliver bites her lip.
"Yes officer," she breathes, lifting her heels from the floor. Tom slides her panties up to her knees, then Oliver stands for Tom to push them all the way up under her skirt. Tom's finger ghost over her twat, vibrator still buzzing away inside her, and Oliver whimpers.
"Because you don't know how to let me have my way with you," Tom sighs, grabbing Oliver by the handcuffs, "you're going with me to the party like this. Maybe if you're a good girl at the party, you'll get to come later. Okay, doll?"
"Yes officer," Oliver murmurs, as Tom directs her out of the bedroom.