Controlling Jubilee

Cruel satisfaction washed over Emma as she watched the incestuous kiss, and the play of emotions that went over Isabel’s face. During her time in the Hellfire Club one of Emma’s favorite games was to **** people to face their darkest fantasies. For her there was no greater high than watching someone try to fight their own pleasure, and slowly lose. Isabel was loving every second of her mother’s lustful attentions, and hating herself because of it.

After spending years playing the righteous super-heroine with the X-Men Emma was eager to finally have a plaything to torment and mold again. Unfortunately her teammates weren’t going to be too thrilled with this, no matter how much Isabel obviously needed Emma’s particular brand of discipline. Unless she was careful they’d take her new toy away, and likely throw her in prison to boot. Most of them would have to be kept oblivious to what was going on, but Emma thought she might actually be able to bring a few of them on board.

“Jubilation, come here please.” The girl in question had been watching the mother and daughter make out with rapt attention. Every drop of Izzy’s semen that had landed on her face had been wiped away with her bare fingers and licked clean. Now she was suckling absently on her fingers while her other hand had slid into her shorts. On hearing Emma’s voice she’d jerked in surprise, apparently forgetting where she was.

“Uh… sorry. What’s up?” To Emma’s annoyance the girl continued to simply kneel in the same spot, looking from where Emma was seated and playing with herself to the kissing pair by the fireplace.

“As I told our newest student, I’m not in the habit of repeating myself. You heard me.”

“Technically you just did repeat yourself.”

With a simple effort of will on Emma’s part Jubilee suddenly had the sensation of a wooden paddle coming down on her ass hard. “Ow, shit! Okay!” Two more phantom strikes came down on the girl as she hustled over to kneel in front of her teacher. From her new position the girl had a perfect view of Emma’s slick fingers pumping in and out of her slit in a restrained rhythm.

“Despite your constant sass and poor attitude young lady, I’ve decided to allow you to become my personal assistant from now on. There will be many new duties involved with this, but also special privileges. For example I’m now going to permit you to use that impudent little tongue of yours to pleasure me.”

“Wow… good thing you’re not an egomaniac or anything.” The statement was punctuated with a sharp yelp as another phantom strike made Jubilee’s ass light up with pain.

“You think I don’t know how much you want this? In case you’ve forgotten little girl, I’m a psychic. You’ve been my student for years, and in all that time your mind was an open book to me. I’ve seen every pathetic little fantasy you’ve had about me over the years. While you sat in my classes, imagining me bending you over my desk I could see every moment of it as if it’d been projected onto the whiteboard. Every night you frigged yourself to sleep thinking of me, hoping your roommate wouldn’t notice. So you tell me, am I being generous when I offer to finally let your desires come true?”

As Emma spoke Jubilee became utterly still, her face going pale. Every word stabbed into her, making her feel smaller and more pathetic. Of course Emma had known, how could she not? For once the motor-mouthed girl had absolutely nothing to say.

Sadistic glee ran through Emma as she saw the humiliation take over the younger girl’s features. Still, she also felt a pang of sympathy for her as well. Emma knew she was the girl’s first love, and amidst the fantasies of chains and whips there had also been weddings and cuddling. Slipping her hand free from her sex she reached out and tenderly cupped the girl’s cheek. Jubilee leaned into it despite the fact that the hand was still slick with Emma’s juices.

“Be a good girl now, and I promise we’ll have some time later just the two of us.”

That was all it took. With little effort Emma was able to guide the girl’s face to her sex. Combing her finger’s gently through Jubilee’s silky dark hair she felt the girl begin to tentatively lap at her. The warm tip of her tongue probed gently along her folds in slow exploration, a stark contrast to the frantic pace she’d had with Isabel. Little shivers rand down Emma’s body, and that seemed to give her confidence. Gradually she became more energetic, and more bold, probing deeper and pressing against her inner walls more firmly. Emma found the girl was a quick study, and paid attention when she found a spot that made the older woman moan.