penny and sansa - master post

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[ it’s taken penny some time to grow accustomed to the rhythm of her dates with sansa. there’s an ebb and flow - because sometimes they just watch a movie, or head out to get some pizza or take-out. penny’s managed to drag her to an arcade a few times, and sansa’s weirdly great at shooting hoops and ski-ball. they don’t even have sex on every date, though they usually make out, like, at least a little.

but then there’s the nights that sansa wants to go all out, or at least flex her wealth. it’s not every time, but it’s probably a plurality. tonight was a dinner out, some sort of cocktail party (she honestly tries to remember what every soiree and fundraiser is for, but they all run together), a new dress for penny to wear. one that was a pale red, and clung to her like a second skin, and sansa kept on brushing her fingers against the hemline.

that was earlier - they’re back at sansa’s place now, and it could have been anyone’s guess what would happen next. a movie, a bath, some video games, getting eaten out - until sansa offhandedly mentioned that she had some ‘money to give,’ and penny knew exactly what that meant. ]

Th - Thank you, Daddy.

[ her dress is in a heap on the floor, and penny shivers as sansa’s fingernails trace against the bare skin of her waist. the lights are down low, music playing, and her girlfriend (slash-sugar-daddy-slash-occasional-mistress) is lounging on her favorite seat. penny’s legs are open, straddling on sansa’s lap, as she slides another hundred dollar bill into penny’s thong.

is penny wearing the skimpy lingerie that, in sansa’s clipped words, brings out your fat arse? yes. is sansa still in her suit? also yes. ]

[piledsnow]

[ would it be fun, if it became too rote? of course not.

one of the appeals of dating penny, rather than some pretty, giggling socialite or other rich girl, is getting to explore other sides of the world. to feel normal for a change, and not like she belongs in an ivory tower. it's refreshing. it's good. she likes cheap pizza and movie dates and coney island. well, alright, coney island is a little loud and she doesn't like food poisoning, but the point stands.

sometimes, though, she does like. well. being kind of a rich bitch. who wouldn't?

especially when that can lead to having penny in her lap, her lingerie tiny and flattering and making her feel so pleasantly warm in the pit of her stomach, and pleasantly smug all over. ]

Of course. Just keep showing me how much you want it, [ she coos with a teasing glitter in her eyes. her nails continue to rake, slow, leaving faint red marks down her skin, as they drag down her thighs for a moment. ] You're the cutest dancer in this club, you know.

[ ah, but then her delicately manicured hand claps down on penny's ass for a moment. ]

But you still have to earn it.

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[ as much as sansa might like keeping penny on her toes (occasionally literally!), she’s consistent in a few things. liking her girl to look pretty, putting up with penny’s incredibly stupid puns and jokes, trying everything - well, most everything - at least once. but penny’s also learned that sansa really, really likes being in control. which is fine with her; it’s nice to be able to let go sometimes.

and sometimes, things sort of spiral. and sansa really, really likes a certain aesthetic, and penny’s still a touch uncomfortable with it at times, like wearing clothes that don’t fit, and sansa latches onto that like a shark smelling blood.

penny tries to hide her amused snort - she can’t keep in this character as well as her girlfriend can - but settles back into an attempt at sultry when sansa’s hand comes down. ] I’m gonna. [ she starts to rock herself again, bouncing her ass lightly on sansa’s lap. ] You have fun tonight, baby? Like showing me off to your friends?

[piledsnow]

[ in her defense, it is very cute when penny gets flustered. when she's clearly off her game. why wouldn't sansa want to hammer on those buttons a little?

and it suits her, anyway. the tiny lingerie, the way her ass bounces so pleasantly. she squeezes down a little more firmly, even though, of course, she shouldn't be touching the dancers, as it were. it's not like it would necessarily stop her even if this was more than just an idle fancy. ]

Oh, yes. I think everyone is terribly jealous of me.

[ she leans in a little closer, her breath warm on penny's neck. ]

I could be be having more fun, though.

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Almost everyone. Some are jealous of me. [ some easy flattery, along with a big, bright grin that doesn’t suit the character she’s supposed to be playing at all. there’s a few reasons penny could never work in a club for real; this sort of two-faced stuff has never been her strong suit. when she’s spider-girl, she’s got the benefit of a mask; she doesn’t need to work to steel her emotions and face. even here, when she’s just with her girlfriend, she can’t distance herself - another lap to sit on, especially if it’s a stranger? not a chance.

also, she likes getting touched. at least, she likes sansa touching her a lot. enough that she nearly purrs when sansa squeezes her ass, when she traces her thumb along the waistline of penny’s thong. ] Mm. [ she ducks her head down, planting a kiss on sansa’s jawline. yeah, she’s pretty sure an actual dancer wouldn’t be doing this either. penny reaches up, cupping the back of sansa's neck, lacing her fingers. ]

You got any ideas?

[piledsnow]

[ ah, how sweet she is to play along. maybe it's not quite her forte, but she's still doing her best, and sansa appreciates that. though mostly, she just appreciates the sight of penny in her underwear, grinding and swaying and working her hips more eagerly than she might give herself credit for. ]

Oh, a few. [ she skims her fingers lightly over her hips, before bringing one up to grab just a delicate handful of breast and squeezing. that would certainly not be allowed, but sansa is also perhaps rich enough to get away with it anyway if she really wanted to. she leans in closer herself, kissing penny's cheek, her ear, voice low and silky. ] Like how I'd love to show everyone just how jealous they should be by making you come in my lap right here, right now. At least before I take you back to my place.

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[ penny never gave much thought to acting out a fantasy like this: a gorgeous woman in an equally gorgeous suit underneath her, stiff bills itching against her flesh, grinding like she needs it to pay rent. but sansa’s got a way of being particularly convincing, especially when she has that smug, aloof smile she likes so much. besides, it’s fun to play somebody else now and then.

she sighs as sansa moves to squeeze her breast, her hand warm over the barely-there fabric of the string top. she loves how sansa moves and touches her - deliberate, self-assured, confident. and of course she shivers, in part due to the heat starting to grow between her legs, in part due to sansa’s breath hot in her ear, and in part due to the biting sting of air conditioning on her practically-naked body. already, she’s starting to get a bit sweaty. ]

Bet you’ve got a nice place. Maybe some champagne we can share.

[piledsnow]

[ at least she seems to be enjoying it. enough, enough for sansa to get what she wants, certainly - and really, when she has penny stripped down to her lingerie or even less, she's always going to enjoy herself. as she does now, when penny trembles a little, when she lets out a little noise of pleasure. her fingers, stronger than they look for how delicate, elegant she is, knead down slowly, savoring that softness. ]

Oh, opulent, I believe is the word. [ she kisses over penny's ear, tweaking her rapidly stiffening nipple where it peaks through the fabric of her bra. another benefit to the air conditioning, that, even though she's sure it's more than just the cold. ] Maybe we could have a drink. Who knows? Maybe I could even pour it down your tits and lick it off that way.

[ ah, and how filthy it sounds when she's so blunt and sexual on that crisp accent of hers. ]

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[ another snort - this time, from the idea of describing sansa’s apartment as opulent. because - well, yes, that is the word to describe it. pretending to be somebody she’s not is one thing (she’s got experience with spider-girl!), but pretending to be somewhere else entirely - it’s just a little silly.

but it’s only a quick break, because then sansa is feeling her up more - more possessive, more intently. penny laughs, sighing into sansa’s lips as she tilts her head down. ] Sounds like fun. [ sure, it does - she’s had champagne with her girlfriend before. and she’s had champagne poured on her by her girlfriend before, too.

she presses her lips against sansa’s - a quick, teasing little kiss. ] You want me here? Uh - I mean, you want me here, Daddy?

[piledsnow]

[ honestly, sansa can't really complain if she doesn't quite stay in character. it's not a serious game, and the important thing is how penny gyrates her hips, bounces her breasts, looks so pretty with that impromptu lapdance.

sansa will have her fun regardless.

she grins a little wider as penny leans in, nipping at her bottom lip. ] I want you everywhere, baby. Isn't that what you want, too? [ her hand curves between penny's thighs, cupping over her cunt and giving that a possessive squeeze, too. ] Feels like you're heating up already for me.

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Yeah. [ there’s another nod, a bit of laughter tugging at her lips. playing the part of a club dancer might be a little tricky, but being breathlessly turned on by sansa - well, that’s very, very easy. especially with how direct sansa is, how possessive, with one hand slipping down to cup at penny’s warm, barely-covered pussy.

she squeaks, which gives way to a breathy moan, as sansa’s palm rubs against her. ] I do - I am. [ sansa’s other hand comes down on her ass - and again, and again - and penny gets the message. she bounces more, writhing and twerking in sansa’s lap, humping her girlfriend’s sugar daddy’s hand.

there’s only one thing that’ll make this more debauched, and penny knows just what sansa will love: ]

I want - [ she tosses her hair back, staring at sansa right in the eye as she continues to grind. ] - More fucking money.

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[ sometimes, she does need just a little bit of encouragement. a hard smack or three to that perfectly rounded ass seems to get the point across, and sansa digs in her fingers a little more as penny ruts down against them. good girl.

though she does smirk just a little wider at those particular words.

it's her turn to reach up for that dark fall of hair, to knot her fingers in it and tug, forcing her to arch her throat. a throat that sansa happily runs her tongue across in a slow lick, before biting down at the pulse point just below her jaw. ]

Then you're going to have to earn it, you greedy little minx, [ she purrs on her most sinful voice. ] And I wonder. Should I make you do that by eating my cunt, or riding my strap until your legs give out?

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[ bingo. sansa can be hard to read, and penny’s worked to get past that perfect poise and rehearsed marble facade. a smirk from her might as well be a full-faced grin from somebody else. penny lets herself have a moment of satisfaction - which lasts about as long as it takes before sansa pushes deeper against her cunt, before she reaches up with her other hand to grab penny’s hair -

and god, has she learned how much she loves that. ]

I’m earning it already, aren’t I? [ her voice tremors as sansa scrapes her teeth against penny’s neck. her entire body rocks, thighs tightening around sansa’s waist. she can smell herself, damp against the scant fabric of her thong, damp against the sharp, pricier-than-a-mortage fabric of sansa’s suit. ] I’ll do whatever you want - [ she slides a hand down her own flank and hip, drawing daddy’s gaze. plucks one of those dollar bills out of her waistband and slides it between her breast and her bra. ] Just keep the bennies coming.

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[ penny hears the bell, and she knows exactly what it means.

her girlfriend always talks about pampering her, and to sansa’s credit, some of their vacations and trips involve that: hot stone massages, shopping trips, lounging by the pool or a private beach, skiing, screwing around in a hot tub - the list goes on. sure, sansa’s usually the one calling the shots, but penny won’t deny that it’s fun to get spoiled for a while.

but when they go the Resort, it’s different - they might get a dinner brought up to their suite, but penny’s setting the table. if they go to the pool, she’s the one fetching drinks. she carries bags through the boutique. rub sansa’s shoulders, give her a lapdance, eat her out, hold a tray out for her glass - whatever she says. and all around them, there’s other women doing the same - rich heiresses or businesswomen who like bossing their lovers around, or some who very clearly need to take a break and let somebody else make the decisions.

maybe that’s what this is - penny’s vacation from having to make decisions.

at sansa’s order, she’s been cleaning. That shelf of trinkets needs some dusting, don’t you think? of course, everything is decorated to their exact specifications (read: sansa’s specifications), so the ‘trinkets’ are all small pieces of art. gorgeously made, little statuettes - all evocative, slightly abstract depictions of sapphic intimacy.

it’s not particularly subtle. nor are the photographs and portraits on the walls - nothing blatantly pornographic, but. evocative.

the bell rings. penny puts down the little marble she was wiping clean and pivots on one heel, trotting obediently towards the balcony where sansa is. it’s a little tricky - those heels are high - but she gets there the same. smooths down the ruffles and petticoats on her dress, because of course sansa’s got her cleaning in a full french maid outfit. one that has a corset that practically pushes her tits up to her chin. ]

Yes, Mistress?