Day 12 - Jealous Sex

Day 12 - Jealous Sex

"You've been spending a lot of time with Paul," Maggie's voice was low, almost a growl. She sounded like that when she was trying to conceal her frustration. Her posture was tense, her shoulders hunched and arms crossed over her chest. The soft glow of the city lights outside barely penetrated the tension in the room, casting faint reflections off the glass as she glared at Alex, her eyes narrowed.

Alex sighed, sitting up in their bed. "Maggie, don't do this."

"Don't do what? Point out the obvious?" Maggie bit out. "I see the way he looks at you. And don't act like you haven't noticed."

The blonde's fingers drew patterns on the comforter, something to distract herself. She knew exactly what Maggie was talking about—Paul had been trying to reconnect, pushing boundaries that shouldn't be pushed, but she hadn't wanted to address it. She still didn't really.

"Maggie, it's not like that," Alex tried, but the words felt weak, unconvincing even to her own ears. Perhaps she should have rehearsed it. Her lies came easier when she did that.

"It's not like that? Because from where I'm standing, it looks an awful lot like he's making his move, and you're just… letting him."

Alex opened her mouth to respond, but Maggie was already there, in front of her, gripping her by the chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. "You're mine, Alex," Maggie whispered, her voice dark and possessive, her fingers digging into Alex's skin just hard enough to make her breath catch but not leave a mark. "And I'm not about to let him take what belongs to me."

A surge of something primal shot through Alex at Maggie's words, the possessiveness in her tone sparking a fire inside her that she couldn't ignore. Her palms ached, wanting to reach out and grab the other woman, preferably her breasts through her silky top.

"Maggie," the younger woman breathed, her voice more desire than repent now.

The journalist's hand moved down to Alex's chest, pressing none too gently until Alex was on her back. Maggie followed the younger woman down onto the bed, her weight pinning her down as she climbed on top of her. The hunger in her eyes was equally matched by jealousy.

"Say it," Maggie demanded, her breath hot against Alex's ear as she leaned down, her hands already working to unbutton Alex's blouse. "Tell me who you belong to."

Alex shivered beneath her. She wanted her blouse off. She wanted all her clothes off. Suddenly, everything felt too itchy, too hot. She wanted skin to skin. "I—Maggie…"

"Say it," Maggie growled, her nails dragging lightly down her partner's exposed stomach. She left a trail of red marks. She liked the way they looked, marking Alex meant she was hers. "Or I'll make you scream it."

Alex's lips parted, at first no sound came out. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Maggie's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her fingers curling into Alex's hair, tugging her head back just enough to expose her neck. "That's right," she murmured, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, making Alex gasp. She left light kisses to soothe the sting of her teeth. "Don't forget it."

Alex's breath hitched as Maggie's mouth lingered on her neck, a mixture of soft kisses and sharp nips that sent shivers down her spine. Maggie knew exactly how to work Alex's body, the fine balance of pain and pleasure keeping her on edge, her pulse racing. With each mark Maggie left, Alex felt a growing ache deep in her core, the possessiveness of the act fueling her desire.

As Maggie sucked on the delicate skin just above Alex's collarbone, her teeth pressing hard enough to leave a bruise, she pulled back with a smirk, admiring the deep red mark she had created.

"They're going to need a lot of concealer at the studio tomorrow," Maggie whispered into her skin.

"I hope you don't mind everyone seeing just how well I marked you."

Alex whimpered, her body trembling as Maggie's words sank in. The thought of showing up at work with Maggie's hickeys scattered across her neck sent a thrill of excitement through her, even though she knew she should be worried about hiding them. But right now, all that mattered was the way Maggie was touching her—the possessive heat of her hands, the soft sting of her teeth.

Maggie's fingers worked their way lower, undoing the clasp of Alex's pants. She watched every flicker of emotion, every gasp and moan, as her hand slipped inside, brushing against the already damp fabric of Alex's underwear.

"You're soaking wet," Maggie murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of Alex's folds through the thin material. "All from a little jealousy."

Alex bit her lip, her hips lifting involuntarily to meet Maggie's hand, desperate for more contact. The teasing touches were driving her mad, and she wanted nothing more than for Maggie to give her the release she so desperately craved.

"Maggie, please…" Alex whispered, her voice trembling with need.

But Maggie wasn't ready to give in just yet. She loved hearing Alex beg, loved the way her voice shook, the way her body responded to every little touch. She pressed her fingers more firmly against Alex's clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that made Alex moan softly.

"Is this what you want?" Maggie asked, her voice low and taunting as she continued her teasing, never quite giving Alex enough pressure to push her over the edge. "Tell me, Alex. Tell me how much you want it."

Alex's breath came in short, shallow gasps as she tried to form a coherent thought, but all she could focus on was the way Maggie's fingers felt against her, the slow, steady rhythm that was driving her insane. She was already on the brink, her body trembling with need, but Maggie was still holding back, making her wait.

"I want it," Alex whimpered, her hips grinding against Maggie's hand. "Please, Maggie, I need you…"

The older woman's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her fingers finally slipping inside Alex's panties, sliding through the wetness that had gathered there. Alex's body jerked in response, her back arching as Maggie's fingers found her clit, pressing down hard, rubbing in slow, firm circles.

"That's it," Maggie murmured, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Show me how much you need this."

The Morning Show host's moans grew louder, her hips rocking against Maggie's hand as the pleasure built inside her, her body teetering on the edge of release. Every nerve was on fire, every touch sending shockwaves of sensation through her as she clung to her partner, desperate for more.

Maggie's fingers moved faster, her touch becoming more demanding as she pressed harder against Alex's clit, her other hand gripping Alex's hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose more of her neck. "You're mine, Alex," she whispered, her breath hot against Alex's ear. "Don't you ever forget that."

With a choked moan, Alex's body tensed, the orgasm finally crashing over her with a force that left her gasping for air. Her muscles clenched around Maggie's hand, her hips jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her lover's name spilled from her lips in breathless cries, her mind spinning from the intensity of it all.

Maggie didn't slow down, her fingers continuing to rub Alex's clit, drawing out every last bit of the orgasm.

"That's it," Maggie murmured, her voice low and commanding, her fingers moving faster now, rubbing harder against Alex's swollen clit. "You're going to come again for me, Alex. You think Paul could ever make you feel like this? Could ever make you lose control like this?"

Alex whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body jerked under Maggie's relentless touch. She could already feel the next orgasm building inside her, the pressure coiling tight in her belly, but she was too overwhelmed, too lost in the sensations to respond. Her mind was spinning, her body trembling as Maggie pushed her closer to the edge once more.

Maggie leaned in, her lips brushing against Alex's ear as she whispered, "You're mine, Alex. Not his. And I'm going to prove it."

With that, Maggie's fingers slipped deeper, thrusting inside her while her thumb pressed hard against Alex's clit, grinding in tight, maddening circles. Alex moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure consumed her, her body on fire. She was already so sensitive, her nerves alight with the intensity of it all, but Maggie wasn't letting up. She wanted to push Alex further, to break down every last bit of resistance until Alex was completely at her mercy.

"You think Paul could do this to you?" Maggie growled, her voice dripping with jealousy and dominance as she continued her assault. "You think he could make you come like this? Make you beg for more?"

The blonde could barely think, her mind a haze of pleasure and need, but she managed to shake her head, her breath catching as the second orgasm hit her, even stronger than the first. Her body spasmed, her muscles clenching around her partner's fingers as she came hard, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

But Maggie didn't stop. She pushed through Alex's release, her fingers working her clit, driving her into another wave of pleasure before she could even catch her breath. Alex's legs trembled violently, her back arching off the bed as she moaned, the sound raw and desperate.

"That's right," the dark haired woman whispered, her voice dark and triumphant. "Only I can make you feel like this. Only I can make you fall apart over and over again."

Alex's entire body was on fire, her mind overwhelmed as the third orgasm tore through her with brutal intensity. She couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back, her body surrendering completely to the pleasure Maggie was giving her. Her moans turned into whimpers, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as her body shook uncontrollably.

"No one knows your body like I do," Maggie hissed, her voice filled with satisfaction as she watched Alex fall apart beneath her. "No one could make you come like this."

The younger woman's vision blurred, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure as her body convulsed with the force of her release. She was trembling, shaking violently, her muscles clenching around her partner's fingers as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

"Maggie—please…" Alex gasped, her voice barely a whisper, her body spent from the intensity of it all.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Maggie slowed her movements, her fingers easing out of Alex's body as she pressed a soft kiss to her temple. She pulled Alex into her arms, cradling her gently as the tremors began to subside, her touch now soft and soothing.

"You're mine," the older woman whispered, her voice tender but still possessive as she stroked Alex's hair, calming her. "Don't ever forget that. Not for him, not for anyone."