⚠️⚠️⚠️𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶⚠️⚠️⚠️

⚠️⚠️⚠️𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝙸𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜.

𝙸𝚟𝚢 𝙶!𝚙

𝙸𝚟𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗: 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

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SUMMARY: Carmen thought she could just Waltz back into Ivy's life after she had left so abruptly with the redhead's heart in tow. Ivy wasn't a love sick fool she could toy with anymore, and she was going to have her revenge.

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"What the hell are you doing here?"

Ivy's voice was cold, distant, and dismissive. It wasn't at all what Carmen had been expecting when she returned to Boston, seeking her old friend's new Apartment in an attempt to reconnect. The former thief had imagined hugs and tears and maybe even kisses if she dared to hold out hope that Ivy still loved her, but...no.

In place of the sweet, loving woman she had known was a statesque, stoic beauty who stared at her with ocean blue eyes filled with annoyance. Dressed in slacks and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up along the bulging muscles of her arms, Ivy domineered before her, her anger palpable and filling the air with a hot tension.

"I-I was hoping we could go for some ice cream, or-or something. To catch up. I-I thought you'd be happy to see me." Carmen stuttered, her former friend's cold reception making her falter in her confidence.

"You think you can leave without a goodbye and so much as a reassurance that you're alive for 4 fucking years and expect me to fall at your feet again?" Ivy spit at her, her words a venom that reopened nonexistent wounds. "Well I've got news for you, Carm. I'm not wrapped around your finger anymore. Move on."

"Ivy..." Carmen whispered, reaching out to touch the woman's shoulder. The Bostonian shook her hand away and shot her an icy glare as she stood before her.

"Ok, I can see I'm not wanted here." Carmen finally responded sadly, her voice quiet. "I'll just go."

As she was about to step out the door, though, Ivy's hand slammed it shut.

"I didn't say you could go yet, did I?" She growled, locking the knob. "I'm not done."

Carmens breath hitched in her throat.

"All those years...." The redhead said, stepping closer and closer. "You used me. You fucking played these sick games. You used me for a shoulder to cry on. You used me to make you feel better about yourself when you were wrong. Hell, you even used me for something to fuck when you were bored. You used me because you knew I was in love with you even though all you ever planned to do was lead me on before disappearing from my life like you disappeared from fucking VILE."

"I-I-" Carmen's words were lodged in her throat. Partly, because she wasnt used to Ivy speaking to her in this way and partly because...she was right.

Ivy stepped even closer, forcing the former thief to back against the door. The Bostonian had her trapped now.

"Well guess what, Miss Sandiego. You're not leaving till I get my revenge." The lady in red whimpered. She and Ivy were so close, now, their faces only inches apart.

And then within one second, Ivy slammed her against the door, catching her lips in a heated, rough moment of tension.

Carmen should have pushed her away, but instead she moaned deeply as Ivy began to play with her lips, feeling a hot and burning sensation in her core as it began to throb with want.

Ivy kissed her rough and hard, her hands still squeezing Carmens wrists hard enough to bruise them as she danced her lips down the other woman's body.

The Bostonian didnt waste a moment, ripping Carmen's dark red dress into two and tossing it to the floor. The latina shivered as the cold attacked her all at once, her body bare aside from a set of red lingerie.

Ivy kissed her former flame harder and harder, so incredibly ready to fuck the living daylights out of her. She nipped at Carmen's neck as the other woman gasped and trembled, leaving redness all along her upper body that were sure to bruise.

Her freckled hands roughly slipped along her thighs and squeezed her ass hard.

"Ahh!" Carmen moaned at the motion.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Ivy smirked, flipping the latina around and pressing her to the door before cracking her palms against her ass-cheeks. Carmen moaned with pleasure as she felt the hot stings of Ivy's touch. God, she hoped they would leave a mark.

"Four fucking years and I can still make you moan like a whore." She chuckled darkly to herself. Ivy dropped the belt of her pants, nestling her hardened tips between Carmen's cheeks, testing her panty-covered opening and beginning to grind.

Carmen bucked her hips backwards, a shuddering moan escaping her throat as she felt Ivy's hardness press into her puckered hole, desperately trying to get her further inside of her.

"My god, when did you turn into such a thirsty bitch?" Ivy snarled, roughly grasping the sides of her hips and forcing her to stop. Carmen whimpered--partly from her proximity to Ivy's dick being lengthened and partly from relishing how roughly the redhead handled her.

Ivy easily removed the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor in a heap with the shreds of her now-ripped dress, and used her free hand to come around and cup her supple breasts. The redhead cursed, squeezing the mounds of fat. She would never admit how much she had missed cupping Carmen's tits and running her shriveled nipples between her fingers.

Carmen turned her head, watching in awe as Ivy ditched her blazer and revealed the bulging muscles that were barely contained within the sleeves of her button up. Her tie hung loose around her neck in a way that made Carmen's sex ache in desperation for her touch.

"What're you lookin' at?" The Bostonian growled, palming her full ass cheeks. Before the former thief could respond, Ivy's teeth attacked her neck, biting and sucking until Carmen was tipping her head back in pleasure far enough to break her neck. The latina shifted, turning her head to meet Ivy's lips as she leaned against her, moaning into the other's mouth as she felt her snatch her panties down and begin to finger the sensitive place between her cheeks.

Ivy's hand had slipped along the curve of her thigh, coming around to cup her pussy, fingers digging into her slit to gather her wetness.

"You're so fucking wet, Carm. Such a slut." Ivy nipped at her ear, her voice now low. "And I did that, you hear? I fucking did that. Your cunt is mine right now."

Carmen could form no answer, her features pinching together as she honed her every sense on the feeling of Ivy's fingers digging through her dripping folds. She curled her fist up into her, still knowing exactly how to make the former thief respond despite their years apart, and within less than a minute, Carmen was cumming onto her fist.

Ivy whispered vile, dirty things into her ear as she squirted herself free, and Carmen wanted to cry. She felt like a goddamn whore, embarrassed to have completed so quickly, and she fucking loved it. She loved the way the redhead was berating her, the way she made her feel like a slut while her hand was shoved up her pussy.

When Carmen finally relented in squirting out her juices, Ivy pulled out of her, leaving the thief feeling particularly empty. However, her momentary lapse did not last long as only a second later, Ivy was dragging her fingers, wet with Carmen's cum, along the rim between her ass cheeks until she finally came to halt at her back opening.

Carmen nearly cummed again in anticipation. She loved being fucked in the ass.

Ivy worked Carmen's hole, soaked fingers pumping into her rear and curling within her to find the spot that made her scream the loudest. The freckled woman slipped another finger into the ring of muscle, earning a deep-seated moan from her former flame.

"Mhm...just like that. Moan for me." She came up close to her neck, jamming her fist even deeper as she did so. "Because you won't be able to say a word by the time I'm finished with you, Carm."

"Yes." Carmen found herself gasping as Ivy's fingers continued to ravage her dead end. "I'lll scream for you Ives!"

A hum of satisfaction broke Ivy's lips. The thought of having Carmen moaning loud enough to the point she'd lose her voice was so fucking hot that she didn't want to waste anymore time.

Carmen came for the second time not even moments later. "Such a whore." Ivy muttered, loving every second of it. She gathered her former flame's wetness and spread it where was necessary, satisfied with the work space she had created for herself in Carmen's cum-covered asshole.

The redhead jerked Carmen forward, momentarily breaking away from behind her to shove a bunch of files on her desk to the floor before slamming the latino woman over it's head.

"Bend." Her accented voice came, gruff. The lady in red moaned. It was not a suggestion. It was a command. Her body responded before her mind could, and before Carmen knew it, the upper half of her naked body was pressed down against her desk stomach-down, legs spread apart with her vulnerable ass displayed for Ivy.

Moments came and went, and they turned into more than a few seconds.

"Please....." Carmen moaned, her voice raspy and rough with saliva. She shimmied her hips invitingly, desperately imagining the feeling of Ivy filling her to the brim so very thoroughly whilst her tall member writhed inside her.

"Please who, slut?" Ivy seethed, her palm cracking against Carmen's left cheek hard. A cry of surprise broke from the Latina's lips at the same time a new flood of wetness seeped past her core. She wasn't even prepared when the redhead's hand came down to strike her again.

"Ivy! Ivy! Please Ivy!" She cried, tears pricking the corner of her lids as she felt redness bloom on the sensitive skin of her back end.

Ivy had never done this before, at least, not to her. A lot had changed in these past few years. This...shift....in their relationship...this dominant role Ivy had stepped into without her knowledge and this vulnerable, submissive position she was relegated to because of the fact...Carmen hated how much she reveled in it.

After what seemed like hours, the Bostonian finally relented, hands roughly grabbing her cheeks and pulling them apart. Carmen whimpered. Even the barest of touches hurt after being beat hurt like a bitch, but in this particular scenario, the former thief found her pain and pleasure coinciding.

And then she felt it, gasping sharply. Ivy's dick, a full eight inches of pulsating hardness...pressing against Carmen's ass.

She moaned, and she moaned like a whore, instinctively bucking her hips upwards in desperation to get her within her.

A dark laugh broke from Ivy's lips. "Needy, are we? Well you're in luck, Carm." She brought her lips close to Carmen's ear, her dick pressing deeper into Carmen as a result. "Because tonight, so am I."

And immediately after the last left her mouth, there she was. Ivy's cock slammed into Carmen's ass, causing her to scream. The Bostonian rocked her hardness deeper into the Latina's perfect ass, hands lewdly fisting her full cheeks as she did so.

Deeper and deeper she went, curling her length into the sweet spot that had Carmen unable to walk for days yet begging for more back in during their time on team red.

In and out...Ivy thrusted, her hips slamming so melodiously against the former theif's ass, both women's wetness seeping out to coat every place their skin met.

As Ivy's speed began to rapidly increase, Carmen moaned in pain. Her resistance resulted in a slap to her behind, and a string of cursing and chastisement from the woman stuffing her cock up her ass. "Take it! Take it like the whore I know you are!"

"Yes, Ivy! Ivy! Ivy!" Carmen moaned over and over like a prayer, because in this moment, Ivy was her god. She was nothing more than a little toy-a vessel-that the redhead would use as she pleased, and this thought was unbelievably sexy to the Latina.

"So tight. No one fucks you here, do they?" Ivy choked out as she rutted into Carmen, nearing her edge.

"N-no one can do it like you." Carmen whispered. "I've tried, believe me, I've tried to find someone else who fills me up just like you do, Ivy, but I-"

Ivy cut her off by slamming harder into her lover. She couldn't deal with a love confession right now, even if it originated from the topic of anal sex. This was nothing more than a way to get back at Carmen for breaking her heart. And then it would be over and Ivy would finally be fine.

"Fuckkk." Ivy grunted as she neared her edge. She gave Carmen a slap in warning just moments before her dick began to pulsate within the former thief's tight hole.

"Do it inside me, please." Carmen begged before she could pull out, and for once during this particular love making session, Ivy obliged. She let her length remain within the Latina's ass as she softened, fluids pumping out in thick ropes and filling Carmen oh-so-completely before spilling out onto the case files she was supposed to be looking at.

That's gonna be fun to explain to Chief, the redhead thought to herself as she emptied load. With even more lubrication provided with her cum and high on adrenaline from climaxing, Ivy continued to thrust into Carmen, until, minutes later, the Latina was finished her 3rd climax.

The redhead shoved out of her, turning to fix her appearance.

Ivy wasn't gentle with her as she used to be, and engaged in no after care despite the harsh redness of Carmen's rear. The redhead quickly slipped her pants back up, adjusting the belt and then buttoning up her blazer to cover the cum stains on her button-up. She left Carmen to her own devices, watching blankly as the former thief shimmied back into the half-destroyed red dress she'd worn in the first place.

"Now, you can leave." She replied gruffly, sweeping the papers she had shoved to the ground in the midst of their sex-filled frenzy and scanning her eyes over them blankly.

Carmen watched her for a moment in disbelief, as if she was expecting to be acknowledged once they finished fucking. She opened her mouth to protest but didn't say a word, pressing her lips into a thin line and leaving.

Good. Ivy thought to herself. But the fact that she hadn't even participated in some aftercare considering how rough their love-making had gotten left the Bostonian feeling guilty. Moments later, she dashed out of her apartment seeking a stranger in rouge.

She spotted a wild mane of red-brown hair at the street corner and shouted out before it was too late. "Wait! Carm!"

The former thief ripped around, stormy eyes meeting Her from across the sidewalk. Warily, she made her way back towards Ivy, her usual familiar confidence still amiss.

"Carm, listen. I'm angry, and I have every right to be. I know that. But I don't like how we left things, and I definitely want to fix that...so...I was wondering if you'd still be up for that ice cream?"

A slow smile spread along Carmen's red-stained lips. "I think I'd like that." She grinned.

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