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The apartment was quiet. Dany was on an overnight trip, and Ygritte was pulling a double shift at the bar. And oddest of all was that Maggie had instructed Jon to stay in with her "so they could talk". Earlier that week, he'd confided in his roommate that he was starting to worry about things getting kind of stale in the bedroom with his girlfriend. His fear had started to rise when Maggie had smiled and nodded that day.

After a few drinks and some laughs watching a ridiculously bad movie, Maggie had gone back to her bedroom. A few minutes later, she'd called for Jon, who stepped inside to find her naked on the bed with more toys laid out on the nearby desk than he'd ever seen before.

"So..." he said, for once in his life catching on quickly, "this is the Maggie the Cat 'Spice up you Sex Life' seminar?"

"Something like that," she said, grinning at Jon. Look, it wasn't as if Maggie was a sexpert in the bedroom, though. Being with Dany had, well, opened up a few things for her but it also meant opening up about feelings and things she was scared of. And frankly, she still didn't know what she was doing half the time with Dany in bed. She sort of felt like she needed something to spice things up herself, too.

And like she'd told Robb, Jon was pretty much the only guy she trusted. He saw right through her and it both bothered her and made her feel at ease, which was the weirdest combination.

"Okay, so I went shopping." Online, not at the stores in town because then people would know and she'd have worse of a reputation as a bitch or slut or whatever than she already had. Still, she got all the toys she knew she wanted to have tried on her, and she wasn't sure why she wanted them exactly, but that didn't matter, right? What mattered was helping Jon out and making sure he had a good time.

Clearly, with her naked on the bed and him not even commenting, she'd have to work a little bit harder on getting Jon into it, though. "So, see anything you like?" She sprawled out on the bed. "Pretend I'm Ygritte and I'm madly in love with you, but I never tell you that I am. And it's starting to annoy you. Because I should just say it, right?" She gestured to all the toys, including a wand and a flogger, plus some other things like a crop and various whips. Toys to have fun, but lots of teasing, orgasm denial, the like. Or at least, that's what she'd read they were for.

"I'm your girlfriend and I'm fucking bored in bed and that's why I won't tell you I love you, Jon," Maggie purred, and swearing meant she was slightly tipsy, but that was okay. It made things simpler for both of them.

"What do you do to me?"

It wasn't that seeing Maggie naked and sprawled on the bed wasn't affecting Jon-- all she'd have to do is see the way his jeans were bulging and it'd be obvious. It was that her fun little habit of sending him naked selfies had sort of prepared him for it, helped him keep from freaking out. Hell, he even had a private joke with himself that Maggie shaved because she changed her hair color so often and this was easier.

"That's not it, that's--" he started to snap when Maggie started making comments about Ygritte, but he stopped. Jon took a deep breath. "Got it. Right." He could do this, right? With all the toys and shit, he didn't even necessarily have to touch her. Clearly, with that kind of logic, Jon was a little drunk, too.

"I, uh... you..." His eyes fell on a likely place to start. "You're gonna get the hell teased out of you, is what." Jon's hand picked up the girliest possible vibrator, bright pink with a rabbit on the side. It took him a few seconds to figure out what the rabbit was for. But he brought it with him as he knelt on the bed and started to rub it against Maggie's pussy, then turned it on.

"Oh, am I?" She raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to slip into the role. Actually, Maggie thought she was pretty dead-on about Ygritte not saying the "L" word to him. It was going to be a problem eventually, and hey, maybe teasing or torturing the word out of her would be beneficial to them both.

This was her logic at the moment. Of course, in the meantime, part of her wanted to get punished or teased, and she didn't want to try and figure out why exactly that was at the moment. Instead, she spread her legs wider for Jon as he picked up the simplest vibrator - baby steps! - and started to use it on her. It felt good, of course, and she began moving against it, her hips slowly writhing on the bed as her hands went to the headboard.

"Oh...yes, Jon..."

He'd never, ever considered using toys in the bedroom at all, and he'd had no expectations on how this would go. But when he touched Maggie's pussy with the vibrator and she started to move... and moan... and breathe hard... Gods, Jon pretty much went right to rock hard instantly. "Seven hells," he whispered, amazed.

"Feels, um... feels good, huh? Tell me how good."

That sounded right. He'd heard stuff like that in porn videos before. He focused back on Maggie and rubbed the vibrator against her some more, teasing the tip of it at her entrance like him might do with is own cock. "You want it?"

"Oh gods yes, so good, you're making my cunt wet, don't stop, please Jon... harder," she added, because while it felt wonderful and she was already wet, she knew Jon probably needed a little direction as to what she liked or didn't like in bed. She didn't want him to be afraid to try anything new on her.

On Ygritte, she corrected herself mentally.

Then he started to tease her, not letting it hit the right spot, and each time Jon did that, Maggie groaned loudly and squirmed on the bed. "Yes, yes, I want it, seven hells, I want it...."

She opened her legs as far as she could, as if that would help somehow and he would push it inside of her to fuck her with it, or gods, maybe Jon would still tease her which was also okay.

Harder, he could do that. Jon pressed the vibrator firmly against Margaery's cunt, always circling back to whatever spots made her moan the loudest or swear the most (because, damn, she was letting out a pornstar-quality string of dirty talk). He still couldn't really believe he was doing this, but when Margaery spread more for him, he couldn't much deny it.

Jon found her entrance and began to push the vibrator in, sawing it back and forth gently but always moving deeper a little at a time until finally, the little rabbit with the wiggling ears was pressed against Margaery's clit (so that's what it was for). He moved it inside of her for a minute or two, then pulled it completely out, remembering that there was supposed to be teasing going on.

"What should I use next?" he asked, half to himself.

There was nothing anywhere that could have prepared her for Jon being a fucking natural at this. Seriously, Ygritte was so lucky, she thought briefly and then Maggie couldn't think at all as she let out expletives followed by Jon's name each time he pushed the vibrator deeper inside of her and then pulled it out. When it finally hit her clit, She arched her back and began shaking, so close to coming.

"Gods yes yes yes..." and then he pulled it out until she moaned a loud "noooo" in complaint, but hey, orgasm denial. Who knew Jon would be amazing at this? Maggie's fingers gripped the headboard tighter otherwise she was she she would have grabbed the damn thing and shoved it deeper inside of her so she could come. Instead, she was left breathless and panting, shaking on the bed and drenched in sweat even though she hadn't come yet.

"FUCK," she yelled out, then whimpered, "anything anything gods, please, the whip or flogger, please Jon, seven hells, please... anything you want, shit, please... I need to come so badly for you, oh fuck..." And she hadn't meant to say that out loud but oh well, it was the truth. For him. She needed to come for him, not for herself or because this was some lesson.

It wasn't his name in Maggie's pleas that really made the difference to Jon, it was the begging itself, the desperation, the arousal so strong that he could feel it from where he was. Jon couldn't believe that he could do something like that to a woman short of when he was going down on them. And still, this seemed even more intense in a way.

When Jon turned to the other toys, he was suddenly aware of just how hot it had gotten in the bedroom. Without thinking, he pulled off his shirt to cool off, revealing his muscled torso. His fingers curled around the handle of a whip that ended in a fan of a dozen strips.

He knelt on the bed again, whipping the strands against Maggie's pussy, slow and soft at first, gradually increasing speed and intensity. While he whipped her, he watched with heavy eyes, his hand absently rubbing the bulge in his pants.

Maggie's eyes were glazed and she saw that Jon had taken his shirt off and, "Gods, Jon... you look... hot." She bit her lower lip but there was something about a guy wearing nothing but pants holding a whip that was a turn-on for her. She was shaking in anticipation for whatever he was going to do to her, and then he was on the bed with her, taking the whip and hitting her pussy. She shrieked and moaned at the same time, pain and pleasure mixing together, and her body arched up to meet each slap that he gave to her.

"Yesssssss....." She noticed that he was rubbing his pants, noticed that there was a large bulge there, and licked her lips, glad to know that this was working for Jon, too.

Each time he hit her, it seemed to get quicker and harder and then Maggie was crying, begging, desperate to come. She would have said or done anything at that point.

He almost stopped. Jon knew he was in good shape, and Ygritte had complimented his looks before, but when someone like Maggie said it and with that kind of voice behind it? It really seemed to mean something different. Maybe that's why he found himself enjoying what he was doing to her even more.

With every strike of the whip, it was like he was sort of making her come apart, not just making her come. It was... well, he didn't think he was capable of doing something like this to a woman. Jon found himself kind of liking it.

In fact, when he looked at the wild, desperate woman on his bed, instinct took over. "Did you want to come, Maggie? Tell me. Beg me."

Where the fuck did that come from?

Hadn't she been begging? Maybe Maggie had only been making incoherent noises, she couldn't remember. But Jon was on the bed, keeping her on the brink of coming and not letting her, using the vibrator on her and then the flogger and she was a wreck of want and need.

Damn him. Seven hells, what sort of monster had she created? Well, one she was thoroughly enjoying, that was for sure.

She opened her eyes and nodded at Jon. "Yes... please, Jon, I want to come oh gods, please I need to come I need you to make me come please let me please please of fuck please Jon you're so hot and so good whatever you want I'll do but fucking hell please let me come..."

Her whole body was writhing and shaking, Maggie could barely breathe or think right, and she had no clue what Jon was up to next. Gods, it was perfect.

His head was swimming, probably completely soaked in testosterone and whatever other chemicals happened when a guy was turned on beyond all comprehension, because Jon was sure that's where he was at. It wasn't something he ever expected to be into, but he was totally getting off not just on making Maggie come, but on being in total control of it and making her wait and making her beg...

Jon tossed aside the whip and vibrator he'd been using and swapped them for a flat flogger and a wand-looking thing with a bulbous round end. He flicked the wand's switch and it hummed, vibrating super fast. He started alternating, pressing the wand against Maggie's clit, then slapping her pussy with the flogger, back and forth.

"Come," he said, then more forcefully, he repeated. "Come. Come."

When Jon tossed the flogger away, she cried out "nooooo" loudly, probably too loudly, and her legs were shaking. Maggie was barely able to hold onto the head of the bed because she was ready to just scream in frustration -- when the hell had Jon become such a fucking natural? Then again, he was a natural at going down on women, so maybe there was just a natural ability to be able to please women in different ways that Jon wasn't aware of.

Whatever it was, he grabbed the flat flogger and oh shit, the wand. "Jon," she pleaded as he switched back and forth and she was brought right back to the edge and that was when Maggie started crying, the pain and the orgasm denial combined enough that she was headed to subspace very soon if he ever let her come. But gods, the wand... she pressed her pussy against it and screamed his name, then when it was removed her ass hit the mattress and she was weeping until the flogger hit her cunt and her red, overly-abused clit and pussy were punished even more until she was begging and babbling again. "Love this..." She managed to open her eyes barely to see the half-naked Jon with a hard-on on the bed dishing it all out and it was the most perfect sight Maggie had ever seen. She'd forgotten about "teaching" him anything because now this was just the two of them and gods, she wanted to come hard, come for Jon Snow the fucking bastard amazing-in-bed guy...

And then he let her. Maggie let her eyes stay connected to his and she was crying, tears just wouldn't stop. "Jon," she whimpered once and then everything she'd been denied was open like floodgates. The wand sending sparks into her pussy and the flogger sending pain and Jon was in charge, not Maggie, and it was glorious and perfect. She was crying, whispering his name over and over as she came and begged for something she wasn't sure of, and when she felt like she couldn't come anymore, she panted for breath while subspace was threatening to take her completely. She was dizzy and she spent, but she was utterly his to do with whatever he wanted now, her body and mind.

Jon was just too far gone, too much taken over by whatever Dominating sex god had inhabited his body to register the thought that Maggie's scream was from something bad happening. No, somehow he knew that it was all part of the program, part of a plan he didn't know he had and wouldn't have been able to come up with in a million years. And then he was switching her between intense pleasure and intense pain, and once he gave the word, it was like lighting the fuse on a bomb.

Maggie came bigger and harder than Jon had ever thought possible. He tried to keep eye contact with her the whole time, but hers were rolling into her head and her eyelids were fluttering and her whole body was shaking. Then, something even more unexpected happened. The bed under Maggie's ass was already wet from her juices and so was everything he'd touched her with, but in one big shiver from her orgasm, she actually squirted, letting fly some of that come all the way to Jon.

"Holy shit," he whispered, tasting the liquid and confirming that it was definitely her come. Jon set down the toys and stretched out on the bed next to Maggie, panting hard, his cock so hard and so desperate to get some action that it was nearly tearing his pants open as he stroked it from the outside.

Everything was a blur until she felt the bed's weight shift as Jon settled next to her and she was panting just as hard as he was, but he hadn't come. She blinked and noticed his pants were still on, and Maggie curled against his half-clothed body, snuggling (she was such a snuggler, especially after hardcore shit), and her hand was resting gently on his chest. She didn't know if she should thank him, or if this was all too much.

But she did know one thing...

"Jon... your cock... it's okay, please, I want to make you feel as good as you made me, please..." She stared up at him but wouldn't touch him there, not unless he wanted her to. "Mmmmm, need to make you come, Jon..." She was sleepy and drifting from everything he'd done to her, but Maggie was still in the place of needing to please, too.

When Jon hugged her against him, it was total instinct talking. His brain should have been telling him he was crossing the line (although seriously?) but he was way too blindsided by what he'd been able to do and by how fucking horny he was right then to notice. When she begged-- Maggie begging again-- for his cock, he didn't think twice about undoing his jeans and pushing them down off his legs.

He didn't say anything, but by silently taking his pants off, Maggie looked and admired Jon fully naked for the first time. She didn't want to break the spell -- Jon wasn't a talker anyway, but she didn't want him thinking right then, not when she knew she could make him feel so good.

So she started slowly, her hand curling around his cock and moving up and down as her mouth sought his to shut up anything he might say to tell her to stop. She wanted him to come. And if it meant a handjob or blowjob instead of sex, fine. (Well, she'd prefer sex, but then it might make Jon think too much about what he'd just done to Maggie, how he'd unraveled her and how this had changed into something much more personal than it had started out).

No, no thinking for Jon right then. Testosterone had shut off those parts of his brain and all he could really think of now was getting Maggie to touch his cock which once she did, he let out a long, rumbling growl of satisfaction. "Gods, yes," he hissed. Jon raised his arms and folded them under his head, giving him a good view of whatever Maggie had in mind and giving the signal that he was now at her mercy.

Maggie saw the movement of his arms and while part of her - if she'd been thinking more - would have loved to whip him and show him how much fun it could be, the part that was in control of Maggie at the moment was the one that was simply wanting to please because damn it, he'd set off all those endorphins from that orgasm and she was stuck in subspace. Needing Jon. Needing to make him happy.

Needing to make him come.

She let her lips find his cock and she began slowly sucking on it, her head bobbing up and down to get him wet, and then her hand went back to stroking him gently. She didn't want Jon to regret any of this, either, so she asked to be sure.

"What do you want me to do, Jon? Do you want me to suck on you? To fuck you? I want you to come so badly, please please please I need you to come." Gods he wouldn't understand why she needed it so much. "Hand? Mouth? Cunt...?"

He groaned when Margaery's mouth closed over his cock. Gods, it felt amazing-- her tongue and lips were moving over him like he'd never felt before, and her mouth was so hot and wet... his brain was already foggy and dull from lust, and this just deepened it.

And then she talked to him, and Jon could have cursed. Why was she making him make the decision?

But it wasn't as though the choice wasn't already made. After what they'd already done, anything resembling a consequence wasn't going to change. He'd already jumped in with both feet, it was just time to acknowledge it.

"Fuck me," he groaned, "then suck me off to finish..."

"Yes, sir," she whispered, a groaning sound almost because to hear Jon give orders like this was pushing all the right buttons for Maggie and she was shaking, desperate to make him happy. Her mouth was on his chest as she straddled his thighs and then she slowly lowered her body onto his stiff cock, swearing the entire time because he felt so fucking good. Was he going to regret this later, or hate her later? Gods, she hoped not. What could she do to make this better for Jon? It was all that she was thinking of at the moment.

She took his hands and placed them on her ass so he could rest them there or move them to her hips if he wanted. Then she lowered her lips to his so he couldn't speak and as she pushed her tongue inside of his mouth she began riding Jon's cock, slowly at first, her cunt covering every inch of him and her wetness making it so very easy to fuck him quickly. But only if he wanted it. Maybe he needed a quick release, and she'd give him that if he let her know by words or actions, but until then? She savored the feel of how hard and long he was in her abused, sore pussy.

He let out a long, low groan as Maggie sank down on his cock, taking him to the root, and just as she settled down on him, Jon switched off anything left of his brain that was inclined towards rational thinking. All he wanted was to feel, and to have Maggie follow his commands. Why it meant so much that she did was something to think about later. Now, the only important thing was the pussy squeezing and stroking his cock with hot wetness, the firm ass under his hands and the mouth he was kissing hungrily.

With his grip on her, Jon started to guide Maggie's movements. He made sure that she rose all the way to the tip of him each time so that she took his entire length with each thrust, harder and harder, but not faster. Jon was savoring it too much.

Each thrust hurt her more and more and Maggie moaned into Jon's mouth, her fingers curled into his hair as her body trembled and shook. It was almost as wonderful a sensation to have him control her like this as it was for him to flog her or use the wand on her pussy until Maggie was a complete wreck.

There was something about Jon turning from that sweet guy into this man that made her just want to please him. He purposely - she could tell - was making her fuck his cock slowly and it was torture, just like every other weapon he'd used on her. She was hissing out in pain but then squeezed his cock because he was going so fucking slow... Maggie kept murmuring his name over and over and sometimes she mixed it up with "sir" accidentally until one thrust was so hard that she was crying again, whimpering, begging. Her hands released their hold on his hair and she had to stop kissing him as she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck as she sobbed.

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