u/highfantasylove

Cw: illegal betting ring, extreme masochism, sadism, genitalia torture, mentions of death, threatening, brat taming, impact play, bruising, dacryphilia, scent play, werewolves, monster kink, spit kink, mentions of blood, breath play, cnc, dub con, overstim, humiliation, degradation, praise, restraints

I yawn softly as I lift my head from the pillow on the couch where I took a nap. I check the time as I sit up, brushing my messy hair from my face. I groan as I see it’s about time for the stupid event my friends are determined to get me to go to. I stand up and head upstairs to get ready, deciding on jean shorts and a crop top. I put my hair up and out of my way and turn on my vanity light, taking my time to do my makeup as I finish waking up from my nap. I grab my purse and throw my vape, lipstick, and hand mirror inside. My ‘just incase’ mini bag already inside it. I spray on some perfume and wait for my friend to pick me up.

The event is off, there’s no bouncer, no bag checks, and definitely no concession stand. I sigh softly, already regretting not getting anything to eat beforehand. There’s a betting stand though, I get up on my tippy toes to peek over some heads to see if the stand has any snacks. Sadly, I see nothing. I huff as I wait in line with my friends, they’re talking about something and I’m just spacing off, it’s not like they expect me to be social. I’ve trained them to not expect much talking out of me when there’s an event over 10 people going on. I wait less than patiently as the line moves slowly, it’s loud in here and I’m ready to escape. I check the line to see how far we are from the booth.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I interrupt my friend’s heated debate on if hotdogs are sandwiches, wraps, or a new category.

“Uh… over there” my friend points to a sketchy hallway and I nod.

I walk over to the hallway, it’s grimy and smells like sweat and dirt in the hallway. There’s multiple doors, two for changing rooms separated by gender, a storage closet, and a women’s and men’s restroom. I head into the women’s restroom, despite the disgusting hallway it’s not too bad in here. not great, but not absolutely disgusting. I head to the sink and check up on my makeup, the counter being high enough that I have to get up on my tippy toes to lean over and see my makeup close up. A stall door opens and I glance through the mirror to see who it is. You come up beside me to use the sink next to me and I awkwardly get down from my tippy toes. I wash my hands and dry them off on my shorts since the paper towel dispenser is empty. I glance at you again as I leave, trying to remember your appearance for later. I awkwardly go back to the line with my friends and when it’s our turn they place their bets then we head to the arena to sit down. I sit inbetween my friends like a child and wait impatiently for the match to start, it’s a bit odd with the set up. The ring kinda looks like I need my tetanus shot after just looking at it, and the people here all kinda look sketchy. I mean I know I’m with my sketchy friends but god damn this is extreme. What the fuck did they just get me into? I see you and another fighter walk out into the ring, and I take a moment just to appreciate the beauty of you in boxer’s clothing. Your hoodie and baggy pants are no longer on and you’re wearing some shorts and a sports bra. I silently thank the lord for the view.

The match starts and a guy in a shitty ass hoodie and jeans shouts what feels like imaginary words and numbers as the fight goes on. I swallow hard as I see your muscles move with you, each hit landing with what seems like sparks. I’m definitely seeing through rose colored glasses but fuck it you’re so hot it’s sending warmth down between my legs in public. My breathing stutters as I see the person land a nasty hit on you, and it completely halts when I see your face. I force myself to take a breath and look away from that intense look on you, the feeling it’s giving me is sinful. When I look back there’s shouting and angry crowd members as you take the person down in what looks like an awful way to go. I look back away and glance at the exit as the winner is announced. I murmur something to my friends about needing to get something and leaving the musty arena. I head outside past the bouncer and head to the alleyway, it’s dark, grimy, but isn’t overran by the smell of sweat and mold so it’s an improvement. I open up my purse and take a hit of my vape, leaning my head back against the wall and sighing softly. I need to stop hanging out with these friends. I get out my phone and lazily scroll on social media while leaning against the wall, it’s better to be out here than in that fuck ass place. Time passes both slowly and too fast out here it seems, like a daze that I wish I could not be in. I hear footsteps and glance to my side, seeing you. You’re back in your baggy hoodie and sweatpants. I put my phone away and take a hit of my vape, blowing it in the other direction.

“You left early.” You pull out a pack of cigarettes and light one.

“I saw you won, isn’t that the end of the match?”

“Mm… maybe for you. Not for the rest of us.” You take a long drag and blow it out slowly.

“You really beat the shit out of that guy…” I mutter.

“Would you prefer I lost?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you put a bet on the other guy?”

“Nope, I don’t gamble.” I sigh softly.

You scoff, “Then why are you here?”

I hesitate, looking you in the eyes for a moment before looking away, “my friends dragged me here.”

“Some friends you have. Taking you places you clearly don’t like.”

I shrug softly and stay silent for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“…why be friends with them?”

“That’s none of your business” I go back to staring you in the eyes.

You groan, “dude why am I out here with you even???”

“You tell me.” I scoff.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh, “you were staring pretty hard at me earlier. Did me winning ruin that moment?”

“You going at that guy like a rabid dog definitely didn’t make you appealing.”

“Fuck I’m sorry…” you pause, “actually forget it. I don’t know why I’m apologizing. I have my reasons for doing that.”

I shrug, “I apparently am a good person to apologize to. It’s all I hear anymore.”

“Ouch. that’s gotta suck.”

I laugh, “maybe. I’ve stopped truly paying attention.”

“That’s… a way to do that.” You take another drag of your cigarette, “so, why were you staring at me?”

I roll my eyes and take a moment just to look you up and down, “why not? You’re attractive.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk lights up your face and you move to face me more.

“Mhm.”

“Well you’re quite the pretty thing.” Your eyes scan my body, “definitely prettier than I’ve seen in awhile around here.”

“Well that’s your fault for being in a place that smells like dirt, b.o, and mold…”

Your jaw clenches a bit, “I have to do what I have to do.”

“Don’t we all?”

“Yes, so why are you making it sound like I’m lesser than?”

I laugh and roll my eyes, “sorry I’m just fucking with you,” I lean back against the wall, “though I am curious about why you’re here.”

You step closer, your hands on either side of me on the wall, “family business.”

“Ooo so you inherited a love for getting fucked up?” I reach up and my thumb brushes your busted lip.

“Not a love. If it was difference circumstances I’d enjoy this though.” You lean closer.

“And what would that be?” My voice lowers.

You pause, “…if this was a professional arena. Not…” you hesitate for emphasis, “this.”

I nod, “so… are you done for the night?”

“I can be. For you.”

“Well… I’m hungry.”

“I can make some pretty killer food… if you come home with me.”

“mm… good offer but I’d rather take you back to my place since I have this feeling your place is… similar aesthetically to this place.”

You hesitate, “okay maybe I do live a bit in the ghetto. But my actual apartment is nice, just not the complex.”

“And that’s okay but I live in a full on house…and we wouldn’t have to worry about neighbors hearing us.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you live with anyone?”

“Nope. Except my cat.”

You nod a bit and take another drag of your cigarette and blow it away from me. I smirk and move my hands up to your shoulders and wrap my arms around you, pulling you in closer to me. You groan softly, your hands moving to my hips and step closer to me. I pull you into a gentle kiss, letting you build the passion and lead it. I melt into the taste of cigarettes and chocolate. You pull back slightly to speak against my lips in a low tone.

“Chocolate?”

“Mhmm… it’s my favorite vape flavor.”

“Weirdo.”

“does it not taste good?”

“… it does but it’s still odd.”

I shrug softly and you press me back up against the wall, kissing me with the kind of intensity that is only shown in movies or pornos. I groan softly as your lips move from mine and down to my neck. I tilt my head to give you access as you keep kissing my neck, taking your time as the alleyway seems to get even darker as midnight approaches. You nip at my neck, biting me gently in a way that sends sparks downwards.

“Mmm… fuck” I mutter as I lean my head back against the wall.

Your lips keep moving against my neck, massaging out all tension and leaving me panting and letting out little swear words. You pull back and press a kiss to my forehead.

“Do you wanna head to yours?”

“Mhm… please…”

“Your car or mine?”

“I don’t have a car so yours.”

“So you have a house but not a car?”

“Duh.”

You sigh, “okay whatever.”

I smile and shrug, following you out from the alleyway to the parking lot. I shoot my friends a text that I’m going home with someone and to not worry about me. You open the passenger side door and I get in, letting you shut the door. I reach over and open the drivers door from the inside and then buckle myself up once you get in. You get buckled up and start the car, glancing over at me.

“So, address?” You hand me your open phone.

I enter my address into your maps app and set the route for you, handing it back after I’m done. You nod softly and start driving.

“This is a fairly nice car for such a neighborhood.”

“Yeah well people know not to mess with my family so.”

“So lemme get this right, you have a nice ass car, but live in a sketchy ass neighborhood?”

“So lemme get this right, you don’t have a car, but have a house?”

“Okay fair enough.” I mutter and look out the window.

One of your hands moves to my thigh and you gently stroke my upper thigh as you drive. I swallow hard as I feel myself get wet in anticipation. Your fingers work my body in a way that I haven’t felt in a while, the urge to take off my clothes getting stronger. I glance over to you to see your eyes on the road, not even seeming to be paying attention to me. The car ride is filled with tension and the sound of my soft breathing and my legs shifting to try and escape your hand. We eventually reach my driveway and you pull in and stop the car. I unbuckle and lean over, kissing you and moving onto your lap. You groan and kiss back, your hands going to my hips and pulling me closer against you. I gasp and grind down against your lap, my hands moving to your hair and pulling you in until it feels as if we might merge bodies. Your hands move to my ass, groping it and guiding me to keep moving against you needily, the proximity making my body feel like it’s on fire. I move my kisses down to your neck and you groan and move your head back, exposing your neck for me. I kiss it softly, nipping and sucking on little bits of skin. I leave a small hickey near your collar bone and pull back.

“Please… inside or let’s get in your backseat.”

You groan, “fuck. I can’t wait. Get back there.”

I nod and move to your backseat, and you slap my ass as I move back there through your front console. You move back there too and take off your hoodie, revealing your sports bra. I groan and take off my crop top then my shorts as you take off your sweatpants. I pull you in to me by the waistband of your boxers and then pull you into a kiss. Your hands move across my body, landing on my hips. I groan softly and my hands go to your bra, my fingers slipping under it. My hands cusp your breasts and my fingers toy with your nipples as I bite your lip teasingly. Your hands go to my ass and lift me a bit too easily to wrap my legs around your waist. I groan as your fingers toy with my panties, rubbing my clit through the thin material. I groan as you slip your hand under my panties and press a finger in. I push your bra up and start kissing your breasts, letting you finger me as I suck and kiss on your nipples. I roll my tongue around one as I pinch and roll the other with my hand. I listen to the moans that come out of your mouth as I touch you, getting wetter around your fingers. I groan and grind up against you as you curl your fingers just right, sending my head backwards in pleasure as I arch my back. You take the opportunity to kiss along my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I roll my hips against your fingers needy for more. You press me against the leather backseats, they’re cold in the night but quickly heating up with our bodies. I moan and drag you up for a kiss, it’s sloppy and clearly built off lust for more. I moan against your lips, clearly getting closer, my pussy twitching and getting wetter as I feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. I ride your fingers through my orgasm, groaning and rolling my hips down. You kiss along my neck as I ride out my orgasm, making me feel heavenly. You slowly pull your fingers out after I cum and bring them to your mouth, licking them slowly and teasingly while maintaining eye contact.

I swallow hard as I watch you shift backwards, sitting back on the seat and spreading your legs. I groan and sit up, shifting to be ontop of you, I kiss you, tasting myself on your tongue. Your hand goes into my long hair and you push me down from your mouth to your crotch. I kiss you through your boxers, licking you through them teasingly. I remove your boxers then situate myself between your legs my tongue goes to your clit, circling it slowly and teasingly, sucking you just slightly into my mouth, just enough so that it’s just the clit. I salivate as I lick you, my eyes looking up at you as I’m buried in your pussy. I lick your pussy, slow and steady, my tongue is flat as I lick the full thing, from your vagina to your clit. Your fingers tangle into my hair more and moans escape your mouth as you press me down further, grinding against my face. I go back to your clit as you let out desperate moans, your grip tightening even more as you rut against my face. Your hips stutter as you clearly get close, letting out swear words and mumbling praises.

“Fuck baby, come on… mh… yeah I’m so close…”

Your back arches as you cum on my tongue. Your hips grind forward desperately as you ride out your orgasm on my face. I pull back after you finally let go, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high.

“God damn it angel, you did so well.” You sit up slightly and give me a kiss.

I hum and kiss back gratefully. Your hand gently pets my hair and I lean into the touch as you trail the kisses to my jaw. I am practically a purring cat in your hands the way I’m leaning into your touch lovingly. You pull back slightly.

“Put your clothes on. Let’s go inside.”

I nod and hurriedly put on my clothes as you put yours on, then I stumble out of the backseat as you grab your backpack and get out a lot more gracefully than me. I lead you to my front door and unlock it with my keys and shut the door behind us. I take off my shoes and flick the front room’s lamp on.

“I’m home.” I announce to an almost empty home.

My cat comes running to the front room and sniffs you, purring and full body slamming into me lovingly. I crouch down and pet her as you take off your shoes.

“What’s her name?”

“Bitty.” I say lovingly as I pet my calico.

“Shes pretty, like you.” Your eyes trail me.

I smile softly, flushing under the dim lighting. I stand up and shut off the lamp and head to the kitchen and flick on the dim oven light, guiding you with me to the cabinet as I grab cat food and fill my cat’s bowl and check her water fountain. Once I’ve done that I grab your hand and drag you to the stairs, guiding you upstairs to my room. I open my room’s door and turn on my lamp. I shut the door behind us and sit down on my bed. You follow me to my bed and sit next to me.

“This feels vaguely intimate.” You laugh softly as you look around.

I nod softly as I lean closer, “because it is… round two?”

“You’re quite horny. All sex, no talking?”

“Mmm… yeah. Take off your clothes and let’s talk while fucking.”

You roll your eyes but take off your shirt clothes infront of me, letting me watch as I take off my own clothes and lay back. I admire your body in the dim lighting as you move ontop of me, capturing my lips in a soft but firm kiss. I slowly lean back, leading you further on top of me. Your hands move to my thighs, gently groping them. I whimper and spread my legs further, you groan and move down to kiss my thighs.

“Ya know, the look you gave me while I was fighting… was not one of pure disgust…” you kiss my inner thighs in a way that makes me want to push into you.

“Mmm… maybe I like the way you look during it. Just a bit.”

“Just a bit?” You laugh softly.

“Just a bit.” I guide you to my pussy, “now please?”

“Please what?” You kiss just an inch off of where I need you.

“Please eat me out…” I whine pretty pathetically.

You laugh softly and slowly kiss to my clit, finally giving me the sweet sensation I need. I grind against your face as you eat me out, my hands gripping the sheets in desperation. You move my legs to your shoulders and I whine as my thighs tighten around your head. You growl against my pussy, a deep reverberating sound that sends vibrations right where I need them. My mind goes fuzzy on the details of it instead of truly thinking about how a human makes such an animalistic sound. My hips grind up against your face as I cum on your tongue. You let me ride out my orgasm on your tongue and slowly move back.

“Mm… you taste wonderful.”

I breathlessly pant as I lay back, my legs falling apart uselessly. You scoot up and kiss my neck gently.

“Mm… I’m sleepy.” I mutter.

“Wanna go to bed?” You gently rub my hips with your thumbs.

“I need to showerrrr”

“Then let’s go shower.”

I sigh dramatically and you get up and pick me up princess style. I smile softly and poke your jaw.

“Ooo… I didn’t know me pouting would get this… might have to pout more.”

You roll your eyes and carry me to my bathroom and set me down. I start the shower and get in after it heats up. You enter after me and I pin my hair up and start washing my body. Your hands take over, washing me carefully. I lean into your touch like a needy pet, letting you wash me clean. I rinse off my body and wash my face as you wash your body then rinse off. I shut off the shower and grab my towel, drying off while tossing you a clean towel. Your eyes stay on me as I do my skincare routine, once I’m done I take my hair down and yawn softly, hanging up my towel and opening the bathroom door.

“… you just walk about nude after a shower?”

“Duh.” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

You scoff and follow me to my room. You drop the towel in my dirty laundry bin and I get my pajamas on as you put on your boxers from before. I put my decorative pillows behind my silk pillows and get into bed, scooting over and letting you move in next to me. I move into your arms and rest my head on your chest. My eyes flutter shut as your hand gently pets my hair, I let myself soothe into your touch until I eventually fall asleep with the sound of your heart in my ear.

The next morning I wake up before the sun and nuzzle your chest, listening to the rise and fall of it. My body stays relaxed into your gentle embrace, part of me yearning to stay here and sleep for longer. The other part knows I need to get up. I sigh softly and slowly sit up. Your eyes open and you sit up.

“Awake finally?” Your eyes scan me.

I nod softly, deciding it’s too early for speaking. I get up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee as you lay back in bed and check your phone. I come back and pick out my outfit as you message people back.

“I have to get going soon.” You groan.

“Mm… why?”

“Family things…” you run a hand through your hair, clearly frustrated.

I shrug, “fine with me. Do you want coffee before you go?”

I pull on my clothes as you get up and grab yours to put on.

“Uhh… no. It’s best I get going now. Before I leave let me get your number.”

I nod softly and take your phone and input my number and save it under my name. You take your phone back and put it in your pocket. Your hand moves to my throat and you pull me into a passionate kiss. I kiss back, letting you guide me into a state of submission. Once you pull back I look up at you with blown pupils.

“I’ll text you sweetheart.” You promise.

I nod softly and guide you downstairs and then out of my house, I watch you pull out of my driveway and then go down the street before I close my door and feed my cat. I pour myself coffee and sit on the couch, falling asleep before I’m able to drink my coffee to wake up.

Around noon I wake up and see your messages.

Hey… I enjoyed last night.

Sorry if this is weird but I’d like to take you out on a date

Just let me me know if you’re interested

I read the messages over and over, typing out a reply before deleting it and setting my phone down. I yawn and stretch, going
to clean up the house as a distraction.

Around midnight when I’m deep asleep the sound of scratching at my window wakes me. My cat wakes up and hisses at the window, her tail puffs up and she lets out a low growl. I sit up rapidly and look out the window, right outside the window is an odd looking wolf. I freeze, the wolf’s eyes are staring into mine, they’re oddly human looking. The wolf snarls and paws at the window again. I swallow hard and scoot back, my cat still attempting to be big and tough. I grab her by her scruff and pull her into my arms, slowly getting up from my bed and walking backwards with my cat held protectively in my arms. The strange wolf paws at my window further and of course my stupid ass forgot to lock my window so when the wolf paws upwards at the window, it opens. My cat growls more and I quickly move out of the room with her and shut the door. I toss my cat in the room with the key in the deadbolt and lock it quickly. I stand outside the door, hoping if the wolf sees me it won’t care about her. The wolf of course gets my door open and snarls, staring me down. The wolf moves closer and I step back, my back against the wall. The wolf growls low and warning as it moves closer and smells me. I shiver and shut my eyes, trying to not think about it. I hear the sound of bones popping and snarling, a sick sound that almost makes me gag. I flinch when I feel a very warm hand touch my cheek.

“Open your eyes.” your voice comes through.

I open my eyes, tears streaming down my face as I sniffle.

“You ghosted me.” Your hand slips down to my throat.

“I-I…”

“Shut up. You’ve seen what I am now.” Your hand tightens around my throat, “I should kill you.”

More tears come down my face and for a second I see pity in your eyes.

“But I can’t.”

“W-why…”

“I said shut up,” that deep chilling growl comes through again, “but if you must know… you’re my fated mate. and you just ghosted me. I can’t kill you, but I can punish you.”

I whimper as I look into your eyes, crying pathetically as you hold me by my throat. You let go of my throat and grab me by my arm and drag me back over to my bed and toss me on it. You slam my door and lock it before going to the window and shutting it and locking it properly. Your jaw is tense and as I slowly stop crying as much I notice your eyes are different, they’re animalistic. The full moon shines through my window illuminating every move of you. You move on-top of me, your muscles shifting with every movement as you crawl on-top of me like a predator hunting its prey. You take off my nightgown and toss it to the side. Your lips come down to my chest and when I think you’re just about to kiss my body, your teeth sink into me. I gasp out and attempt to push you away. You pull back, the bite mark forming into a bruise quickly from your jaw force. You flip me over and drag my hips up so I’m in doggy, then you grab my wrists and hold them with one hand so tight that it feels as if I might bruise. You glance around and see my handcuffs peeking from my nightstand’s drawer. You open my nightstand and see my full set of toys. You first handcuff my hands behind my back before riffling around in my drawer. You let out a little chuckle and pull something out.

“This’ll work.”

I feel my dildo press against my entrance and squirm. You pull it back and move down, your tongue going to my vagina. I whimper and attempt to squirm away but you pull me back, licking me in a way that arouses me a bit too much. You pull back and press kisses up my spine. Your lips ghost my ear.

“If you need me to stop, say red. Yellow for slow down. Green for keep going if I ask okay?”

I whimper as I feel the dildo press against me again. I nod softly in acceptance and you press it in, I squirm and spread my legs to let it in easier. You start fucking me with the dildo and I squirm as it hits every spot in me that I need to feel way too good. You lean back a bit to view my pathetic state as you fuck me with the dildo. Your hand comes down hard on my ass. I jolt and attempt to squirm away but you just grab my hair and push me into the mattress and fuck me at a more rough pace with the dildo. I whimper as you lean down and bite my shoulder, your teeth sharp and your jaw too strong for my sensitive skin. Despite the pain I can’t help but see stars, the mix of pain and pleasure melting into pure pleasure. My pussy makes lewd sounds as you fuck it with the dildo, my pussy getting wetter to accommodate the dildo along with in response to the too good pain. You let go of my shoulder and growl, letting go of my hair and slapping my ass again. At this point my mouth is partially open as I drool onto the sheets. My legs trembling from the force of your possession. You slap my ass again, harder this time, leaving an angry red mark. You lean over me, your chest pressing against my back, your free hand snakes around to my front and grabs my nipple hard, pulling it so hard that I feel the pain shoot through my body. I whimper as you twist it just right to make me see stars.

“Fuck… are you a masochist? Pathetic.” You growl and pinch my nipple harder.

I shiver and shake my head, “n-no… stop…”

You groan and bite my shoulder, the bruising force of your jaw mixing with the dildo hitting my cervix painfully, and being amplified by the sensation of your fingers pinching and tugging at my nipples. The smell of you mixing with mine like you’re marking me as your property, and your weight pressing me against the mattress in a dominating way. I sob out as I cum on the dildo, embarrassingly moaning nonsensically.

“Pathetic.” You mutter and kiss my spine.

I rest my head against the bed as you slowly pull the dildo out. Just as I’m about to relax you flip me over and slap me across the face, I gasp as my cheek lights up red.

“We’re not done.” You spread my legs and I whimper as you pinch my clit.

I squirm a bit as you pinch me just enough that it stings but not enough to hurt too bad. You groan and kiss me possessively, your hands moving to my thighs. Your nails dig into the skin on my thighs as you kiss me at a bruising force. You pull back and grab my jaw, making me open my mouth. You spit in my mouth and make me swallow.

“Goddess… you really are perfect for me. So masochistic that you’re just taking what I give you.”

I whimper, my cheeks stained with tears, my brain no longer able to focus on anything for too long.

“You almost done? Color?” Your hands stroke my thighs gently.

I take a second before mumbling out, “green… keep going…”

You let out a breath, your eyes filling with an animalistic lust. You lean down and kiss me, you grab the dildo and press it into me again, taking your free hand’s thumb and pressing my clit hard. I whine as my clit gets tortured, my mind fuzzy with pleasure even with the pain. You kiss my neck and leave possessive hickies and kisses across it as you fill my pussy while overstimulating my already too sensitive clit. It hurts in the sweetest way that makes me want to beg for more but also for you to stop. You groan and pull back from the kiss and remove the dildo and your hand from my clit. I pout at the loss but you just move down between my thighs and bite down hard on my inner thigh, when you pull back it’s already bruising quickly. My eyes are flooded with tears when you move your mouth’s attention to my pussy, your tongue coming out to lick me just right to have me melting at your embrace despite all the punishments you’re giving me. I sob out as your hands push my legs apart, your nails digging in as you eat me out. I squirm and as your wet warm mouth makes me see heaven I’ve yet to see from even the most honest prayer. I sob out as I cum on your tongue almost instantly, you let me ride out my orgasm on your mouth and when I finally slow you pull back.

“Mm… now let’s see if my punishments were affective. Are you mine?”

“N-no.”

You slap me across the face hard, and my head snaps to the side. I whimper as I look back at you, my cheek bruised and my bottom lip quivering as I cry.

“Let’s try this again. Are you mine?”

I shiver a bit, “y-yes.”

You smile a bit and kiss my forehead, “there we go. Now was that so hard?”

I shake my head, still crying and shaking a bit. You pull me up easily to sit up and uncuff me. Your hands gently rub my red wrists and you kiss them so tenderly. You gently wipe my tears away.

“You okay?” Your eyes stay on mine, they’re normal again, less animalistic.

I nod a bit and you gently go to the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth and clean me up.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” You gently wipe between my legs.

I gesture to under the bed and you get up and get it out from under the bed. You take your time patching me up, carefully bandaging any accidental scrapes or cuts, and putting ointment on all my bruises that you caused. When you’re done you grab me some pajamas and dress me. You kiss my head gently as you pull the covers over me before releasing my cat from the other room. You check on her gently, petting her and making sure she’s not too spooked before coming back.

“You did so well baby.” You hand me my waterbottle from my side table and watch me drink.

I nod softly and hand it back when I’m done. You set it down and lay next to me, you pull me into your chest and kiss my head, your biceps wrapping me in a protective embrace.

Cw: pet play, scissoring, hair pulling, degradation, objectification, oral, fingering, age gap, overstim, praise, breath play

My heels tap against the marble floor, the ornate hallway lit up with orangish golds as the sun slowly makes its way into the sky. No one is fully awake yet, but that’s all planned, my worst enemy is arriving back to the kingdom today, and I refuse to not be prepared. She may have battle experience, but I have something better, formal education. I have written the books new scholars read, she just has been hitting her little sword around and playing hero. I despise her, so much, every inch of her was written in the stars to be an annoyance to me and everyone else with any sense. I smirk as I imagine her scrawny ass coming back here. It’s been 6 years and since then, and I’ve grown into quite the woman, my breasts came in fully and I got my runes, showing my strength and knowledge. I hum as I remember how it hurt to have my specific runes tattooed along my spine, each representing a different magic I’ve mastered. Not to brag but I have 19 runes on my back, I’m running out of room but when I’m done with my spine I’ll just move to the back of my legs. Or maybe I’ll do them down my solar plexus. I haven’t decided yet, not many have made it past 20 so once you hit 21 you get to decide where they go. I stop in-front of a mirror in the hallway and examine my outfit and hair, making sure my hair is perfect and that my outfit shows off my mature body. Back when she was here, I had a lot of baby fat, and my face was so round you could use it as a reference for a perfect circle. Since then I’ve gotten more defined, and even taller, not by much but that’s what heels are for. I keep walking and think back to how she looked when she left, she was adorable I won’t lie, but evil, that shit eating grin she had always made me want to punch her. I frown to myself as I imagine her dorky face when she get back, even just thinking about it annoys me. She used to tease and poke me during church, laughing with her friends about how I was always around the teachers and how I was such a baby. It used to make me feel insecure in a way that to this day makes me grit my teeth. I make my way to the entrance and the guards open the doors for me. I head into the courtyard, the merchants just starting to set up. I have around an hour or so before she’s here, maybe sooner, and I’m determined to be the first person to see her. I want to best that stupid maid that’s been counting the days down to see my enemy again. She was always so odd, acting like a school girl with a crush. I sit down on a crate and wait patiently, writing in a notebook while waiting. The sun lazily makes its way to morning as the market starts having customers. I hear familiar hooves and the sound of the big gate opening for the day. I look up expectantly and as she approaches I swallow hard, the teen I once knew has grown into a full blown woman. Her muscles are defined and her posture is controlled, I feel a familiar warmth spread down and up to my cheeks as she looks over to me. She hops off her horse and hands it to a stable hand and walks over to me. I don’t bother standing, her lush lips breaking into a teasing smirk.

“Did the baby come to see me home?”

I scoff, “I just wanted to see if you grew up from being an asshole, now I know you didn’t.”

“Asshole?” You frown, “what did I do to you?”

“I don’t know, call me a baby constantly? Tell me I’m a teacher’s pet?? Ring any bells???”

“You were barely thirteen, and you were hanging around a bunch of sixteen and seventeen year olds like a little leech, of course you’re gonna get called a baby.”

“Well I’m not a baby anymore.”

You laugh, “maybe, maybe you still are. Look at how you’re pouting over some teasing from six years ago.”

I huff, “you know what? Fuck you.”

You rolls your eyes and I storm off angrily. My heels tap against the floor as I walk back to my room and slam the door behind me. You may be all rippling muscles and effortless beauty, but that doesn’t change your horrible attitude. I go back to my studies as the morning fades into afternoon.

I groan as I realize the time and change outfits into my ceremonial outfit, a backless silk dress meant to show off all my runes, I tie my hair up into a carefully curated bun, loose enough to have pieces of hair to frame my face, but up enough to show my slender back and carefully tattooed runes. I step out into the hallway and head to the celebration room, there’s not many scholars who study the old magic anymore, the war drafted many of them to the battle field, where books were replaced with swords. A servant hands me a delicate glass filled with wine and I sip it as I walk over to some of the returning warriors. I make pleasant chitchat with them, ignoring the way some of the magic-less men stare at my dress. This is considerably modest for someone of my magic, I at least attempt to appeal to normal folk by covering my breasts. All the men of my position are shirtless with all their achievements on display. I sigh as I realize these warriors are no longer paying attention to anything I say, making up an excuse and abandoning that group for the table filled with sweets. I grab myself a delicate pastry and eat it while scanning the crowds. You’re here, of course you are but still, and you’re with that maid, I think the maid’s name is something like Aria. Your eyes leave the maid’s and latch onto mine, I feel that same warm feeling rush to my cheeks and I look away quickly. The wine must be strong for me to feel this way. I give the wine to a servant and make my way over to the commander.

“How are you?” I tilt my head curiously, purposefully ignoring the holes you’re burning into my back.

“Better now that you’re talking to me. You definitely… grew up.” Her eyes trail my body and I laugh.

“Yes, well, can’t stay a baby forever.”

“Definitely, but I don’t think anyone expected you to… grow out of the sweetness you used to exude.”

I laugh, “is that a compliment or insult?”

“Neither. You may not be as sweet and cute anymore, but you’re definitely beautiful, and mature. Care to dance?”

I take her outstretched hand and she leads me to the dance floor, her hand holding the small of my back as she takes the lead. I know you see it, the way her hand is touching my back more than protocol says to. Her fingertips trace each rune, moving down my back instead of up. I shiver slightly as her fingertips land on the last rune, right above my ass. The song ends and she guides me to a servant carrying drinks, handing me a glass of wine that I sip while staring her in the eyes in a way that’s purposefully seductive.

The celebration continues, the runes on my back seeming to act as a tempting view that distracts you from every conversation and dance you attempt to do. Eventually I leave out into the garden, the night is cool and my dress chills into ice almost instantly. My nipples react by hardening under the thin silken dress, but my eyes go to the sky instead of my earthly body. I feel your presence behind me and turn around.

“Why were you flirting with the commander?”

“Flirting?”

“Yes. Flirting. She’s old enough to be your mother.”

“And that matters why?”

“Because you’re so… innocent. You shouldn’t go for women that can ruin you.”

“You don’t control me.”

“Fuck, you don’t get it. Everyone views you as this woman now, when you’re just as sweet as the day I left. You need to be careful. Some of my comrades will chew you up and spit you out.” You step closer.

“I am a woman now, if you haven’t realized yet.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You may think that, but I can tell you’ve yet to have your cherry popped. So in my mind, you are still a girl.”

“And you have?”

“Awhile ago. Unlike you.”

I scoff, “then de flower me.”

You frown and step closer, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes I do.”

You groan, “then you should understand why this is horrible to say to me, we may have went to church as kids together but I am a woman now, I have wants. Desires.”

“And that desire is me? I doubt it. You hate me.”

“I don’t… hate you… I just think you’re annoying.”

“Whatever.”

“Fuck, why do I care?”

“That’s what I’m wondering” I grumble and you look at me.

“Listen, I may have seen you as a nuisance back then, but… you’re… older now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means…” your eyes trail my body, “it means what I said.”

I hesitate, “are you… into me now?”

“No! Fuck! That’s weird… you were always… the annoying little kid, and you always will be.”

I scoff, “I’m done with this conversation.”

I move to leave and you grab my wrist and pull me back.

“Don’t leave.”

We’re close, too close. I can feel your warm breath against my face. It smells like liquor and chocolate in a way that is dizzying. The warmth of your body spreads from yours to mine, my thin dress providing little barrier between our bodies. Your eyes stay on mine for what feels like forever, and I let it stay like this, not moving or looking away.

“Why?”

Your eyes flick from my lips to my eyes, and I take a sharp inhale.

“Because you still don’t know how tempting you are. My comrades want to ruin you in ways you don’t even know.”

I lean closer, “then show me.”

You swallow hard, your grip tightening on me for a second before you let go. You step back.

“Leave.” You turn away from me rapidly and I scoff.

“as soon as I prove that I’m not the same kid you knew, you act like I’m some form of sin to indulge in.”

“Because you are!” You turn to me, “look at you!” You gesture to my body.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, “how?”

“It’s just you. It’s like you have the body and face of a fucking angel, then you speak and I feel greed creep into my very soul. I want to possess you, I want to take your innocence for myself, I want to ruin you. I want to make you cry. I want to bruise you. I want to cover you in the marks of me, and I want to show you off like a conquest. Do you not get it? You are a sin, your very essence begs me to fall into greed, pride, and envy. I see you touch another woman and I want to chain you up in my room. And when another woman touches you? I want to cut their hands off and display them as a warning for all. I want you, not as some sweet love, but as a possession, as an OBJECT.”

I laugh, “fucking hell, you’re pathetic. ruining me? You’re acting as if I’m so easily ruined and forced into submission. My position is due to my ability to dominate magic, in what world am I weak? And in what world am I stupid enough to let myself be possessed?”

“Fuck. You don’t get it.” You walk towards me and grab my neck, not choking but holding firmly, “I don’t care about your position, or your so called strength. I want you to struggle. I want you to fight me. I want you to fight back as I fuck you brainless, I want you to talk big game just to be made into a babbling mess. I want to conquer you, I don’t want you to submit, I don’t want you to let me possess you, I want to make you submit, I want to make you my possession. Which is awful, and that’s why you need to get the fuck away from me and my comrades, otherwise I’m going to show you how it feels to be fucked senseless with an audience. How it feels to just be an object for my amusement.”

“You’re cruel.” I murmur, my eyes on yours.

“War makes you unrecognizable.”

“Only if you let it.”

“Leave.” You let go of me.

I rub my neck gently before walking off. I head into ballroom and then into the hallway. On my way back to my room I think about everything you said, a part of me didn’t mind the idea of it. I shut the door behind me and lock it, taking off my dress slowly and letting it slide to the floor. I walk over to my bed and get in, it’s warm compared to the cool of the night, it’s not as warm as you were though. I never knew someone’s touch could be so intoxicating, so addictive. I yawn as I get cozy in my mound of pillows. I pull my blankets up to my neck and fall asleep, deciding to worry about you later.

The next day I’m wearing a fairly regular outfit as I walk around the castle. It’s busy today, but not too busy to annoy the guards. I hum as I make my way to the training fields, I freeze when I see you and not my usual victims. You’re in casual clothes as you spar, sweat making the linen shirt stick to your skin like a tempting hug. I quickly walk away, the awkwardness of yesterday sinking into my bones like a terrible plague. Your words brought feelings for you that I shoved deep down back up in an uncomfortable way. I’m aware you’re older, I’m aware you view me as a girl, but for awhile… all I wanted was your approval. Now, you talk to me in a way that’s deeply degrading yet I can’t help to want more. I sigh softly as I go to the library, caught up in my thoughts.

You say the war made you cruel, but a part of me wants to learn this you. I don’t want to just know you as the girl who teased me. I want to know your thoughts, I want to know your stories, I want to hear your fears, I want to know you. Seeing you again did nothing but remind me how much I looked up to you. I swallow the lump in my throat. I head over to a way too familiar corner, two bookshelves with just small of a gap in-between to slip behind the bookshelves to hide. I tuck myself behind the bookshelf with my notebook and get lost in writing a fantasy world.

Around lunch time I decide I’ve spent enough time hidden away from the world. I stretch after I get out of my nook and yawn softly. I head out to the training grounds, the knights always eat better and I can usually weasel a meal out of them. I hum happily as I snag a meal pack like I’m one of them. I sit under a tree and open it up, it’s a simple bread spread with goat cheese and topped with honey and some cured meat. I bite into it as I pull out my notebook to work on some formulas. I use one hand to messily work out problems while the other holds my lunch. When I finally finish my lunch I dust my hand off and adjust my grip so I can write more legibly. I glance up when I hear some swords and see you fighting with one of your comrades. I tilt my head as I watch, forfeiting solving equations for watching you. It’s clear that you’re both equal combat wise, and when I see you take a fairly heavy blow I suck in air sharply, wincing at the way your body takes the heavy hit to the side. You grunt but keep going, working up a sweat that coats your muscles in a sheen that makes me salivate. I lean forward as I see you take your opponent to the ground, pining them down. You help them up and I look away as soon as you meet eyes with me. I pretend to be focusing on my notebook but my brain is still on the idea of you sweaty and pining me down. I hear the sound of heavy footsteps on grass and look up, you’re already next to me. You sit down silently and eat your lunch. I glance between you and my notebook, my gaze hesitating on your lips as you lick them slightly when some honey oozes out and coats your lips slightly. I swallow hard as you lick your thumb, my brain going to the idea of you licking me like that. You look up, and our eyes meet. I glance away back to my notebook, thinking about your warning, I should be terrified, but I just want you more now.

“What are you working on?” You suddenly speak.

“Um… I’m attempting to find the amount of fermented fat it would take to make a salve if we have twenty pounds of yarrow.”

“Uhm… cool…”

“It’s okay, it’s not hard to find out I’m just doing multiple problems, I have a list of equations to work out for the head scholar.”

You nod, “cool…” you hesitate before saying, “I’m sorry… for last night. I was crass, and crossed the line.”

“It’s okay… I egged you on.”

“No, you… I should’ve known better than to speak to you like that.”

“So… you didn’t mean it?”

“I… didn’t say that. I just meant that it was in appropriate of me. I violated your innocence.”

“What if I liked it?”

“Then that would be a different matter” you laugh, “but you didn’t, I was rude.”

“…no, I’m saying, I liked it.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not. I don’t mind the idea of you owning me.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

“…we shouldn’t be having this conversation, this is very inappropriate without me formally courting you.”

“That custom is so dead.”

“And so are the people who don’t follow it, especially when the other person is a high ranking scholar! Do you not understand how precarious this could be if we keep going the way we’re going?”

“I also know that no one lives in my corner of the castle. If you were wanting to discuss the horrible situation we could be in if we keep going.” I stand up and smile a bit, “but I must take my leave now…”

You look at me annoyed, “I won’t be there.”

“Okay”

“I won’t!”

I laugh a bit and leave to go back into the castle. I spend the rest of the day preparing myself for tonight, I know you’ll come. You may be ‘different’ now but human curiosity is… well… human. By nightfall I’m in a silk nightgown and my room smells like my perfume. I stretch out on my bed, reading a book while waiting. I don’t have to wait long before I hear a knock.

I walk to the door slowly, making you wait. I open the door and smile a bit. I tilt my head in a way that is so snarky, like I’m saying I told you so with my body. You groan a bit and step in and I shut the door behind you.

“You happy?” You look me up and down.

“Very.”

You walk closer to me and I back up slightly, my back pressed against the door. Your hand gently traces up and down my arm, a soft motion that for some reason makes me needy to feel you touch other places. You step so close that we’re almost touching, the heat from you radiating to my body.

“You know I’m going to use you right? Like an object?”

“I’m aware.”

“And it’ll be for my pleasure, correct?”

“Mhm.”

“And that I won’t be gentle?”

“I know.”

“And you WANT this?”

“More than anything at the moment.”

A groan escapes your lips, “fuck. Just don’t tell anyone that I’m defiling you.”

I smile up at you innocently and you wrap your hand around my throat and pull me into a kiss. You press me up against my door as you kiss me, holding me by my throat so I can’t escape. I let you control the pace, submitting to your touch, relishing in the feeling of your lips against mine. They’re warm, soft, and plush, and every instinct in my brain tells me to push them down to my body and tell you to kiss all over me. I let out a little breath of air as you kiss my jaw, tilting my head to give you better access as you kiss along my exposed neck. I know this position makes me vulnerable to you, and I want to stay in it, I want you to use me like you want. I want to feel what you want out of me, I don’t just want words, I want you to teach me yourself through your actions. I want to know your body and soul in a way so intimate that the only want to achieve it is by submitting to you and letting you do what you want to me. My hands go to your head and I gently guide you to kiss my neck more as you lick and bite just right to make my head feel as if it’s spinning. You trail the kisses back up to my mouth and I greedily take your lips back onto mine. I accept your domineering grip on my neck returning and melt into your hands like putty. You groan and guide me back to my bed while kissing me, and then pull back.

“Sit.”

I sit obediently on the bed and watch as you take off your clothes, each item falling to the floor with a soft rustle. You finally remove the last piece and I shift slightly, my eyes trailing your body in admiration.

“Kneel.”

I slip down to my knees in-front of you and look up, staying silent for now and waiting any instructions like a pet waiting for its master. You step closer and gently pet my head, your fingers massaging my scalp gently.

“Open your mouth baby.”

I open my mouth and you guide me to your pussy. I groan softly as I taste you on my tongue, licking softly at first, not knowing quite what to do.

“Mm… fuck… get it wetter and go inbetween my clit and my pussy baby.”

I listen obediently, testing out different motions and watching your body react. My mind is solely on you at this moment, not a single thought in my mind besides how much I need you. My eyes flutter shut as I focus on the taste of you, my hands gently resting against the tops of your thighs as you push my head down. I keep going, listening to your moans and gasps, every sound spurring me on and sending warmth to my pussy. I whimper as I feel myself get wetter and wetter as I eat you out, drooling and whining as I grind against the air. You groan as your hips jerk forward against my mouth, grinding and rutting against my face as I taste your pussy. Your grip tightens on my hair and I let out a muffled moan against your pussy, my eyes opening to look up at you as your head falls back in pleasure. your hips snap forward as you cum, riding out your orgasm on my needy tongue. You eventually pull me off and I stare up at you waiting for the next command.

“Fuck why do you have to look like that? Get on the bed. Now.”

I nod and get on the bed, my hair messy from your hands. You crawl ontop of me, kissing me while your hands rub my thighs gently. I gently play with your hair while you spread my legs and lift my nightgown, I’m not wearing anything underneath and when you pull back and look you let out a breath.

“Fuck.”

“Bad or good?”

“Good. Way too good.” Your hand grazes over my stomach and you rub my clit with your thumb.

“Mmm… sorry I wanted to impress you.”

You take a deep breath and your fingers slip inside me. I whimper and grind down as you finger me, my brain turning to mush at your command. You add another finger in and I gasp, gripping the sheets and biting my lip. You keep going, slowly adjusting yourself so you can lick my clit while fingering me. I rut my hips forward, determined to get more of your tongue on me. You groan softly against my pussy, sending vibrations right to my clit in a way that’s pushes me right over the edge.

“Ah- mh- cumming…” I squirm and attempt to push you away.

You keep at it until I finish my orgasm, panting and whining.

“Mh… stop…”

You slowly pull out and kiss my inner thigh.

“Are you done done or can I use you some more?” You move up and kiss my neck gently, clearly trying to get a certain answer out of me.

“Mmm… use me some more… please?”

You kiss my collar bone, “that’s my girl.”

You adjust yourself and push my nightgown up more, hooking our legs together and pressing our pussies together. I whimper as you start moving your hips, I sit up a bit so it’s a bit easier and move my hips with you. I watch as your pussy moves against mine, the wetness of it all getting to me mentally. I feel your pussy rubbing against me while mine is against you and my legs tremble slightly, embarrassing sounds escaping my mouth as I keep moving desperate for more.

“Fuck… doing so well my pet.” You grip one of my legs and press it against you to get me in the right position.

Your voice starts to send me over the edge, the feeling of you, the sound of you, the smell of you, and the vision of you all contributing to making me feel like I need more and more. I whimper out as I feel it build, your hips rut forward a bit more and it sends me over the edge, gripping the sheets desperately as I grind my hips against yours. You moan out as you keep moving, chasing your own orgasm using my pussy. I watch desperately as my orgasm ends while yours rushes over you in a way that makes your legs tremble and lock around me. I whimper as your wet pussy rubs against my overstimulated one. Your hips slow to a halt and you lean forward and drag me into a passionate kiss, my brain foggy from you using me.

Cw: mention of death, vampire x werewolf, angst, mention of blood, impact play, overstim, monster cock, strap on, Dacryphilia, sadism, masochism, claiming, biting, bruises, restraints, cnc, dub con, size difference, brat taming, slapping, degradation, praise, angry sex, they make it up at the end don’t worry guys, fated mates <3

The dark sky provides the best gentle cover for me. The usual heat that consumes my skin is dull, not even the light from the moon shines tonight. New moons are perfect for tonight, a severe hunger driven hunt. Usually I wouldn’t go out if I’ve eaten in the past week but I spent so much energy moving to a new place that I am starving. My nails are longer than usual, and the gel has started to chip, my hunger has forced my fangs out, the pain of my broken gums flooding my mind. This is the only time I regret pissing off that vampire with blood drive connections. Blood bags would be wonderful right now, but all actions have consequences. I feel nauseous and I know I look awful, but it doesn’t matter right now, food first. I sit at the bar and drink water, cooling my nausea off a bit, it won’t work for long but any relief is better than none. A man approaches me and we talk.

When I finally release him from my jaws I feel ten times better. I sink to the floor with him and sigh softly, propping him up and texting one of his friends from his phone to make it look like he got black out drunk and went to the alleyway alone. I wipe my lips and slip away from the scene, my minidress is blue and short enough that every time I step I feel as if my panties might be showing. I pull out my vape and lean against the wall where the smoking area is, this is so trashy but who gives a fuck? Not me. I take a deep breath and blow out the vapor from my nose, leaning my head back against the wall in an attempt to slow my racing heart. I may of fed but my body is still in pain, my gums have barely healed from my fangs retracting again. What a scam, I wish I was told being a vampire sucked so much. I hear the sound of a lighter next to me and glance over, you’re leaning against the wall aswell, a cigarette in hand. I roll my eyes as I take another hit of my vape, blowing it out slowly in the opposite direction of you. You take a drag of your cigarette while maintaining eye contact with me.

“It’s been awhile.” You say plainly, your eyes scanning my body.

I shrug and look away, determined to ignore you for the rest of me trying to calm down.

“Don’t make me beg. What happened?”

I don’t even bother to glance at you, pretending to not have heard you. I know how trashy this is, but call me the queen of trash because this is necessary.

“Come on doll, just tell me why you’re out here smelling like blood, looking like death, and let’s not even talk about how fast your heart is going.”

I scoff, “it’s none of your fucking business.”

You groan and move towards me, caging me against the wall with your arms. You look down at me, your cigarette carefully in-between your two fingers in your right hand. I cross my arms and look up at you frustrated, you take a drag of your cigarette and blow the smoke out away from me.

“Tell me doll. Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“no! Fuck. I just got a bit hungrier than usual. And I’m recovering from it.”

“Is this how you look when you get real hungry?” You frown.

I nod a bit and watch your face.

“Wow. That’s… horrible baby. Why’d you go so long?”

“I didn’t! I just had to move a bunch of heavy things and it drained me.” I get defensive immediately and I feel myself get amped up again.

“Calm down sweetheart. I wish I could’ve done it for you.”

“I don’t. You don’t belong with me.” I scoff and attempt to escape your arms but you just hold my wrists tightly and press me up against the wall further.

“Whys that?”

“Because, don’t you realize, you may be a werewolf but you’re also mortal. You’re also EDIBLE. You are someone I could hurt. You shouldn’t be around me, especially when I’m hungry.”

“You are the LAST person who should be worried about me.”

“I’m not worried. I’m warning you.” I glare at you, feeling my emotions build up.

“Well consider me warned. I’m holding you down easily right now.” You move closer, the heat of your body radiating into me.

“You wouldn’t be if I was hungry. Plus I’m not even fighting back right now.”

You lean closer, a hand slipping from my wrists and cupping my jaw.

“Oh yeah?”

I swallow hard, “yeah.”

You kiss me, and for a second the only thing on my mind is your presence. I kiss back, letting you deepen it and press me against the wall in a breathless kiss. I drink in your lips like air, breathing in your exhales in a way that makes me dizzy and crave more. Your hand wraps around my throat and I groan against your lips. You pull back.

“Let me have you. And not just for a night.”

“You could get hurt if you stay” I whisper, the proximity of you making me lower my tone.

“Or I could get hurt if I leave. You don’t realize how drawn I am to you. You’re all that I think of. Every day I’m apart I feel lost and empty.”

I laugh breathlessly, “that can’t be healthy.”

“And you’re saying you don’t think about me?” You tilt your head.

“Not to that level.”

“So you admit it. You think of me.” You smile a bit.

“Are you stupid?” I scoff, “not to the level you’re describing. You’re acting like an obsessed idiot.”

“I am. For you.” Your eyes search mine, “do you not get it? You’re mine. I want you, I NEED you, every breath you take I want to be there to hear it, I want to feel your skin against mine all the time. You’re the only thing that cools the fire that keeps me hungry. I didn’t know how it felt to feel sane until you, and now I can’t stop craving it. I want the quiet you give me, I want the sound of your breathing against my ear, I want your cold body against my chest, I want to know your scent in my bed every day.”

I push your hand away from my throat and you let go, “this is past me. I can’t help your insanity. Go to a mental hospital or something.”

“Fuck. No.” You groan and toss your cigarette bud and run a hand through your messy hair.

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean no. I mean you’re my fated mate, and I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry if I scared you away with that whole speech, but don’t leave. Please.” Your tone is begging in a way that makes me pause.

“I can’t get attached to a mortal like you. I’m sorry but find a new one.”

You scoff, “you don’t get it!” Your tone raises, “I can’t find a new one! There is only one. For your whole life. I don’t care if you don’t WANT to get attached. You can’t deny the attraction you feel, do you not remember the way our bodies felt together?”

I cross my arms and frown, not even dignifying you with a reply.

“Fuck. I don’t get you. You feel it too, you feel the draw, you feel the emotion, you know you want this. And until you give in, you will keep feeling it, trust me, it might be slower for your end, but it’ll catch up. And then all you’ll think of is me, I’m already unable to do anything without imagining your skin against mine. And you are NOT immune to fate. You gave up your humanity, you didn’t give up the goddess’s plan for you— for US.”

I feel my patience snap, “oh shut the fuck up! Do you really think I believe all this? You just want to fuck with me. Gods don’t exist. Fate is fake. And love? It’s a gimmick meant to explain natural breeding and survival instincts.”

“Oh my fucking god. You’re IMPOSSIBLE.” You groan and run a hand down your face, “fuck it. You’ll see. And when you do. I’ll be here. Waiting.”

You grab a piece of paper from your pocket and write your number down and hand it to me. I roll my eyes and stuff it in my purse before walking off quickly, not bothering to look back at you. I get in my car and drive home in a pissy mood. I pull in and go into my home, slamming and locking the door behind me before heading up the stairs to my room. I take off my clothes and heels, cleaning the heels off before putting them on my shoe rack and my dress in the dirty laundry bin along with my underwear and bra. I scoff as I head into the bathroom, turning on the shower to the hottest setting. Fated mates is some bullshit, if you wanted to piss with me you should’ve picked a more realistic lie. I groan as the warm water flows across my body, I lean my head back and sigh softly, letting the water flow over my eyes and almost suffocate me. I take a long hot shower, shaving and exfoliating to give myself time to think about everything. I sigh as I dry off and put on a silk nightgown. The very old bell system in the house rings out and I frown. I throw on a robe and tie it tightly before heading downstairs and peeking out the door. It’s you, how the fuck did you find me? I open the door and cross my arms.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I frown.

You step forward and your hand goes to the back of my neck and you pull me into a kiss. I gasp softly as you lead me back into my home, shutting the door behind us. I kiss back desperately despite how angry I sound towards you. You slam me against a wall, softening the blow with your hand on the back of my head, I groan as your hand goes from the back of my head to my hip. You pick me up easily and I wrap my legs around your waist. My hands tangle into your hair as you walk me to the hallway table, knocking off the decor on it and setting me on it, then you pull back and drop to your knees. I gasp as you spread my legs and quickly pull my underwear down.

“Fuck mh… you eating me out won’t change my mind.”

You laugh softly as you kiss my thighs.

“I’m not gonna just eat you out. I’m going to show you how much of a big bad wolf I can, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want, and you can fight back as much as you want, and you’ll see, I’m a danger to you, you’re not a danger to me.” You nip at my inner thigh and I spread my legs further.

“Fine. I’ll amuse you. Safe word is red.”

You roll your eyes and your lips go to my clit and I groan, rolling my hips forward as you start licking and sucking on my clit. Your hands hold my thighs apart as you bury yourself between them, I pant and my hands grip your hair, pushing you against my pussy as I ride it. I tilt my head back as I let myself get lost on your tongue. Your warm touch already making me unravel, then add on your warm wet mouth and suddenly my body is spasming and I’m rocking my hips forward chasing an orgasm like I need it. Your breathing is against me as you eat me out, your stuttered breathing as I ride your face tipping me over the edge, sending an orgasm crashing over me. I whine out as I ride my orgasm out on your tongue. Once it passes I attempt to push your head away from my over sensitive clit but you don’t budge at all, even when I’m pushing with all my strength. I squirm, attempting to move away from your tongue, but all you do is pull me right back. Your grip is strong, too strong for me to fight back against easily. I whimper as I’m forced to keep feeling your tongue against my clit, licking everywhere just right to make me see stars and make my muscles spasm.

“Fuck… too much…” I keep trying to push you away.

You let out a warning growl similar to the one I heard when we were in that forest. I whimper as you keep eating me out, not letting me escape the pleasure. My brain starts to get fuzzy as I feel another orgasm build. My body spasms and squirms, and the sounds that come out from me are past pathetic. I roll my hips forward as I feel myself get closer and closer. My hands grip your hair tighter and my legs attempt to close around your head.

“Fuck fuck- stop stop- it’s so much” my nails dig into your scalp as you push me past, forcing another orgasm to flood my body.

You finally pull back and I pant, watching you as you stand up and kiss me. I kiss back lazily and you pull back and pick me up like a sack of potatoes and carry me up the stairs. I squirm, attempting to free myself from your strong grip. You toss me onto my bed and lock my bedroom door behind us. You toss your backpack to the ground.

“You seem like the type to have handcuffs. Where are they?”

“Like I’m telling you.”

“Now doll. Before I punish you.”

“Fuck. You.”

You growl and look around, opening my nightstands before spotting my ottoman and opening it. You grab a pair of handcuffs and I get up and attempt to sprint to the door. You grab me and wrestle me to the ground and handcuff my arms together. You pick me up again and put me on the bed and tie my hands above my head to the headboard before going back to the ottoman and take your time picking out what to use on me. You walk back over to me like a predator stalking its prey, I frown at you.

“What are you planning on doing?”

“Shhh… don’t worry.”

You move ontop of me and untie my robe then rip my nightgown off. I gasp as I watch the expensive silk tear with ease under your too strong grip. You lean down and kiss my chest and hold my hips, licking and kissing my nipples. I whine and attempt to fight back, kicking and kneeing you. You just grab my legs and spread them apart, pinning them against the bed and continuing kissing my chest. I whimper as my legs finally give up as I feel you bite my nipple just right to make my pussy wet enough that I grind against the air. One of your hands moves from my leg to my pussy, and you start pushing a finger in roughly before following it immediately by a second. I squirm at the rough treatment. You curl them just right and I gasp and grind down, you groan and capture my lips into a possessive kiss, and for the moment, I let you possess me. You move a third finger in and I let out a choked moan, attempting to squirm away but you just push it in deeper, stretching me apart.

“Come on doll, take it, I know you like reaching your limits.”

“F-fuck just because I like it doesn’t mean you can get me there. Especially not pleasurably.”

You groan and pull out and I whimper at the loss, you scoff and roll your eyes and grab your strap on from your bag and take off your jeans and start to put on your strap on over your boxers. I pout a bit and when you look over I steel my face, rolling my eyes and looking unimpressed. You change out the dildo from the pretty average size to one that I know will fill me past my limits.

“This big enough or does your pussy need more?” You smirk a bit as you move back over to me.

You move ontop of me and spread my legs and teasingly compare the dildo to the size of my torso, it’s massive, ignoring the girth, the length alone is gonna be a challenge. It looks around 10 inches and I may like rough sex but this is more than I’ve ever even thought of taking. Especially considering my height.

“Fuck baby. I don’t think you can take this much.”

I squirm a bit, “shut up…”

“Just say you’re sorry and I’ll be gentle.”

“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” I glare up at you.

You frown and all the pity and hesitation in your eyes dissipates and I know I hit a nerve. You grab lube you set aside and lube up the monster dildo you’re about to shove inside me and press it against my entrance. I feel you push inside and whimper out as I feel myself stretch around it, you watch my pussy intently as it stretches around your strap, the girth of it alone making it hard to push in. I gasp as you keep pushing it in, the lube making it easier but not by much.

“You almost have the tip in. come on baby.”

I whine, “why is it so BIG?”

You laugh softly as you press in more. I open my eyes and look down at the dildo that’s barely half way in and making me struggle.

“Sorry baby. I got this gimmicky werewolf one, and you seemed like the perfect person to test it out on.”

I grumble, “fuck. You.”

You grab my face and make me look you in the eyes, “repeat that.”

“Fuck you.” I spit out.

You slap me across the face and I gasp as you start thrusting in me. I whimper as pain overlaps with pleasure, my brain not being able to decide if the stretch is too much or just enough.

“Don’t swear at me doll. You’re mine, and I don’t tolerate disrespect from what’s mine.” You kiss my neck, “I let it go a lot, but it’s time you learned the rules. You’re MINE. And that kind of language gets punishments.”

I whimper, “s-sorry…”

You groan and bite my shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. The apology seemed to tame you some since you start slowing the thrusts to a more bearable speed as I get used to the size of your strap. I whimper and struggle against my restraints as you keep pushing more and more of it in me with every thrust. Every thrust pushing it against my cervix in a way that brings tears to my eyes and makes me shiver.

“Come on baby, you can take it.” You murmur and kiss my chest.

“N-no… I can’t… too much.”

“Mm… I love how you sound when you’re struggling to take me. But I’m also gonna make sure you learn to take it, because this pussy is mine to fuck and fill.” You bite my collar bone and leave another bruise.

I start crying as I feel another orgasm approach rapidly despite the size of the strap. My pussy making wet sounds as you finally manage to get the full size in. I tremble, my legs shaking as I orgasm around the strap, my legs wrapping around your waist and locking you against me. My head throws back, all shyness with my moans and sounds dissipating into oblivion as I get pushed into a sweet overstimulating orgasm. You let me ride out my orgasm and when my legs finally fall apart you start thrusting again, slowly at first. I whimper and squirm but you grab my hips and hold me still as you pick up the pace, watching as I coat your strap with my cum. I whimper and shiver as you keep going, each thrust slamming into my cervix in a way that I know will leave me aching tomorrow. My nails dig into the fuzzy handcuffs as you keep fucking me past sanity and sensibility. I babble and sob out as you keep filling my pussy with motions that make my legs tremble. Your nails dig into my hips, leaving marks as you keep moving inside me. I grind down and whimper, drooling and crying as my own wetness coats my inner thighs. I shiver as I feel another orgasm build. I let out nonsensical pleading sounds as your strap coaxes another mind melting orgasm out of me, more of my own pussy coating the strap and my inner thighs as I attempt to squirm away. When I finally finish my orgasm you pull out and admire the wreck you made me. You groan and grab my jaw and kiss me, it’s sloppy and loving. You pull back and move down between my legs and before I can react your tongue is on me. I sob out as you start licking my pussy and inner thighs to clean up the mess I made of my own self, I squirm and attempt to close my legs and kick you away but you just grab my legs and hold them apart as you clean me up with your tongue. When you finish you kiss my inner thigh and pull back. You smile softly and take off your strap on and grab a warm cloth and clean me up. You unlock me and rub my wrists, giving each one a soft kiss.

“You did so good.” You murmur against the skin of my wrists.

I pant softly, my brain still fuzzy from the back to back orgasms. You kiss my cheek and wipe my tears and drool before picking me up and taking me to the bathroom. You take off my torn clothes and set me on the counter. You take your own clothes off and I watch intently, slightly sleepy but coming back to my senses. You start the shower and help me to sit on my shower stool under the warm and soothing water. You take your time to clean me off, your hands running along my body in a way that sends soothing waves along me. You pull me into a gentle kiss under the water and I melt into you. You groan softly and pull back, cleaning yourself off quickly before shutting off the water. You dry yourself off and wrap yourself in a towel before wrapping me in one and picking me up like I weigh nothing. You carry me to my bed and discard the wet towels in my dirty laundry basket. You tuck me under the covers and move in next to me, wrapping your arms around me and pulling me against your chest.

“You are mine. Okay? You’re my girl, my mate, my lover, my doll.”

I huff softly and don’t even reply with a nod. You grab my throat and force me to look at you.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.” You murmur, your eyes on me with an intensity that makes heat rise to my face.

“I… no.”

You frown, “why?”

“Because. I can’t be yours. I’m immoral and ever living, and you’re so kind and more importantly, mortal.”

“Just because we’re an unlikely pair doesn’t mean we have to be forbidden.” Your voice is almost pleading, but soft.

“I’ve done this before, being with a mortal hurts. When you die I’ll be alone again.”

“Please.” Your voice is pleading, “I’ll find you again after I die, just say you’re mine and I promise you I will always find my way back.”

“You don’t get it” I feel emotions that I buried rise up, “there’s nothing after death. That’s a fairy tale people tell to dying mortals so that they’re less scared.”

“You don’t know that. You have never died. I trust my religion, there’s rebirth, and I WILL find my way back to you. Even if I have to dig my way up from hell, I’ll be back in your arms.” You place a possessive hand on my hip, “you’re mine and I wouldn’t leave you alone.”

“Well I don’t trust it. Because if there was a higher power this whole time, why would someone like you be paired with me??? I’m awful for you. You need to run.” I brush your hand off my hip.

“Stop.” You pull me into a hug, it’s tight and soothing and I bury my face in your chest, “just trust me. Please? If you don’t trust my religion, trust me. You won’t hurt me, you don’t scare me, and I’m not gonna leave.”

“You don’t know that.” I murmur into your breasts.

“I do know it. I can handle you. So just relax and we can figure it out as it comes our way. Okay?”

I huff, “whatever. But when it gets too much, don’t blame me.”

“I won’t. Because I want to be with you.”

Cw: minor angst, strap sucking, strap on, orgasm denial, vampire x werewolf, blood, mention of death, bruising, masochism, degradation, praise, dumbification, size difference, dacryphilia, insulting = flirting

I take my time as I get ready, my nails perfectly done due to the mani pedi I got earlier today they’re long and sharp stilleto shaped on all but two, the middle ones, which are short and rounded. I blend out my blush, it’s deep and warm, meant to look natural, and it does to its credit. I work carefully on my eye makeup, matching the color to my nails. I finish up my makeup with a glossy lip and use setting spray to make sure as much survives the night. While it dries I stand up and slip my silk robe off, picking out a dress. It’s satin and a soft dusty rose color, matching both my nails and makeup. Most would say this is too much pink but quite frankly, when you live past five hundred years, you stop giving a fuck. My hands slide along my torso, just as beautiful as the day I was bit. I admire myself as I let my hair down from its loose bun, tossing the scrunchie to the side and ruffling my hair up to give it volume. I grab my purse and toss my phone in it, spraying myself with perfume before heading out. I need to hunt tonight, and the easiest way to feed is to find someone with already questionable intentions. You know what they say, the hunter becomes the hunted or something like that. Or is that the other way around? I probably should google that. I sigh and wave off that thought, it’s not important right now. I lock my door behind me and head to the club, it’s two blocks away and in the dark, a girl wearing a clubbing dress is bound to look like a target. I smile to myself as I see two men, they’re staring at me with that gaze that I know means they’re thinking of the best way to get me alone. I adjust my purse and cross my arms, hoping I look vulnerable. I see them whisper to each other out of the corner of my eye before they start following me. I keep walking, my heels clacking against the sidewalk rhythmically. I hear them behind me and keep a mental track on them, and just as they’re gaining speed on me I feel an arm slide around my waist.

“Hey, I was looking for you.”

I glance up at the girl, she’s taller than me and in the dark at first you could mistake her for a guy, until you saw her chest. She has a hat from a national park and smells like soap, cologne, and slightly like dog. When I look behind me the guys have went away and I hold back a frown. I glance back at you.

“I have no clue who you are.”

“Yeah well girl you were getting followed.”

I roll my eyes, “thanks but I had it under control.”

“This neighborhood is rough I so doubt it.”

“I live here.”

“Doesn’t mean that it’s not dangerous.”

I mock you under my breath and you scoff.

“What? Did you want them???”

I cross my arms and look annoyed, “maybe I did.”

“Fuck. Whatever. Get kidnapped and sex trafficked for all I care.” You let go of my waist and walk faster.

I scoff, matching your pace effortlessly.

“Listen, why don’t you save your heroics for a girl who wants them?”

“I’m not being a hero, I was just…”

“What? Using them as an excuse to get all up on me?” I say sarcastically.

“No! Oh my god that’s awful.”

“I’m pissing with you, I know you weren’t. But listen, I needed them to try shit, so next time you see me, assume I got it under control okay?”

“…you a cop.?” You glance at me.

“No.”

“…okay this is confusing I give up.” You mutter.

“Stay confused and leave me the fuck alone ya hey mamas lesbian looking ass.”

You scoff, “bitch I know you did not just call me a hey mamas lesbian”

“Are you stupid? Yes I did, need me to repeat it?”

“Oh my god you’re so aggravating what the fuck.” You clench your hands.

“And you’re hot, but need to stay outta my business.”

You halt walking and I slow down and turn around to look at you. You stare at me confused and I roll my eyes.

“Hot?”

“Mhm. You’re hot. Now will you stop walking with me?”

“I… fine. Bye. Don’t get kidnapped I guess.” You wave your hand at me frustrated and walk away.

I laugh softly to myself. You’re cute and definitely a good person, the last kind of girl who should be around me when I’m starving. I head into the club after showing my VIP membership. The owner is a friend, and as long as I only take the ones ruining the reputation of the place, he doesn’t care. I head to the bar area and sit pretty, I order a cocktail and sip it. Eventually a guy sits next to me and starts hitting on me.

It’s two in the morning, I’m full, and in the middle of the forest. I carefully set up the guy to look like he just got black out drunk and ended up here. Despite the hunger that consumes my mind at times, killing is a barrier I won’t cross. I take out my mirror from my purse and touch up my makeup and fix my hair. When I slide it back into my purse I take out my phone and check my location. I ended up quite far from my home. Specifically a two hour drive. I groan as I think about calling for a ride, or getting an uber, both choices sounding awful. I glance down at the guy and flip him off before starting to walk in the forest away from him as I think about how to get home. It’s hard to walk in heels on this soft forest floor but I’m making it work so far. The darkness is a haven for me right now, I just have to get home before sunrise. I hear an odd sound and look to my left to see a large wolf eating an entire big ass buck, like I’m talking that buck had to have been at least 400 pounds. I pause to stare, which is a terrible idea I’ll admit but holy fuck. The wolf is on the larger side of large wolves, maybe 250 pounds of pure muscle, taller than most wolves too. Maybe four feet tall. I haven’t seen one that big since when I lived in Ireland and ran into werewolves all the time. The wolf turns its head to me and I pause, those eyes are not wolf like in the typical sense, they’re more human like than wolffish. The wolf admits a low, warning growl, something about it raises the hairs on the back of my neck. It’s scary for sure. I step backwards before I realize it, even after so many years of being non-human, the human part wins out at times. The wolf stops growling and cocks its head and sniffs the air. It steps closer towards me, closing the distance quickly while I stand awkwardly. It’s wet nose pokes my thigh and I feel it sniff all over my body and neck. This is definitely a werewolf. I step backwards again and the werewolf growls at me, its muscles tense. I swallow hard and the werewolf slowly shifts standing back on its hind two legs, its fur shortening into human skin and its muzzle turning into the all too familiar face from earlier. You run a hand through your hair and stare down at me, you’re fully nude right now and I’m trying so hard to not stare at your tits.

“What are you doing in this forest?” Your voice is low and warning.

“I got a bit lost.”

“Oh yeah? You smell like blood. Human blood.”

“You were just a massive dog, and we’re stuck in me smelling like blood? It could be my own blood, I could be on my period.”

“Girl I smelt you earlier, before the club, I know it’s not your period. Or your own, it smells different than you, like a man’s blood.”

“Ugh that sense of smell is creepy. Fine it was a man’s blood.”

“Are you a serial killer?”

“I just watched you eat a four hundred pound buck raw like it was a cheese burger.”

“That’s different! That’s an animal, you killed a man!”

“Wowww so animal lives don’t matter?” I hold back a smile, “and for your information I don’t ever kill.“

“I… then why do you smell like blood..?”

“Because I drink it.”

“Ew.”

“ONCE AGAIN.” I point at the animal carcass.

“Yeah well human blood can carry pathogens and viruses and even parasites.”

“… and a raw deer doesn’t?”

“They have LESS than humans.”

“Well it’s not like it matters, I’m not affected by most human illnesses.”

“What are you.?”

I pause, “bitch use your brain, preys on humans, drinks their blood, what do we THINK I am?”

“Okay shut the fuck up you Edward Cullen copy cat.”

“HEY! No. I’m more Alice Cullen thank you. Or like… have you watched vampire diaries?”

“Yes, like awhile ago.”

“Okay like those vampires then. But like I don’t eat animals or drink from blood bags. I like the hunt.”

“Ugh. You’re so annoying.” You cross your arms and my eyes go to your tits then back to your eyes.

“Mhm.”

You hesitate, “Were you just staring at my boobs.?”

“IM SORRY THEYRE JUST OUT AND SO PRETTY!!”

“…so you like… my boobs.?”

“Yes duh, I’m a lesbian” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“…oh.”

“Are you not?”

“No no I am, I’m gay. Just…”

“Not used to pretty girls flirting with you?” I flip my hair dramatically.

“I wouldn’t say that. I get hit on a lot. I just don’t usually meet lesbian vampires in the forest.”

“Yeah I try to not go into forests unless I have a ride home before sunrise. Today… I fucked up.” I pull a piece of fuzz from my hair.

“Oh yeah? So you need a ride home?”

“Yes. Do you have a car?”

“What happened to you saying to stay out of your business?”

“…please?”

You hesitate then nod, “fine. Come with.”

I smile as you lead me through the forest. We reach a small gravel road with a very shitty excuse for parking lot, barely enough room for three cars, and in there is your car. You grab your keys that were hidden under some rocks and unlock it, grabbing clothes from the back and putting them on. While you get dressed I get into the passenger seat. I buckle up and check the time, four am. We have just about two hours before sunrise, and it’s two hours to my home. You get in and start the car.

“Two hours until sunrise.” I say blandly, thinking about all that could go wrong.

“I’ll get you home in time.” You say as you drive out of the parking lot.

“What if you don’t?”

“Hm… my place might be closer if you’re nervous.”

“How far is it?”

“About an hour away.”

“That’ll do. Do you mind me crashing until night time?”

“Nope. Go right ahead.” You glance at me as you drive down the dark road.

You connect your phone to the aux with one hand and turn on your Spotify list. I stare out the window as you play your music, the silence being filled with it. I fiddle with my skirt as trees pass by, darkness is lightening with every moment and I will not lie, it makes me nervous. The drive passes by quicker than expected, and as we pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex you look over at me.

“Are you okay?”

“Just nervous. This is the closest I’ve been to not making it to shelter in time.” I glance at the sky which is starting to show the signs of the rising sun.

I exit your car after you and you lock your car and lead me into your apartment. Shutting the door behind us and heading to your blinds and shutting them. I flip on a light and stretch, yawning as I stretch my arms above my head. When my eyes open again you’re staring at me intently.

“What?”

“Do you wanna shower before bed.?”

I shrug, “I don’t have extra clothes.”

“You can borrow some of mine.”

I nod, “okay then.”

You awkwardly head to your room and grab a tshirt and shorts and then hand them to me and guide me to your bathroom. You get me a towel and start the shower for me. I watch as you awkwardly look me up, smiling a bit.

“Wanna watch?”

You swallow hard, “no I’m good.”

You leave the room, shutting the door behind you. I laugh to myself softly and take off my clothes before getting in the shower. I wash my makeup off and clean the dirt from my body. When I finish my shower I dry off and put on your clothes, sadly I didn’t bring any underwear, or wear any today so I’m going commando. I head out of the bathroom and walk towards you, you’re sitting on the couch drinking a Diet Coke and scrolling on your phone. I sit next to you and you look up at me.

“The shower is free if you wanna get yours. Also can I have a Diet Coke?”

“You drink things other than blood??”

“Yes…?”

“Next thing you’ll say is that you eat human food.”

“I do.”

“WHAT?”

“yeah.? It’s just not satisfying.?”

“This is wild to me.”

“I figured. Get a shower you smell like dog.”

“Rude.” You mutter and get up.

I smile to myself as you get up and go shower. I grab a Diet Coke from your kitchen and sit on your couch. I listen to the sounds of the city waking up. There’s a dog barking and the early risers starting to head to work. You exit the bathroom in shorts and a tshirt and my eyes trace your body.

“Uhm… you good to sleep on the couch?”

“Mhm. Do you really want to sleep just yet though?”

“I mean, I thought you would. You looked tired.”

“Mm… you’re considerate.”

You walk over and sit next to me and I scoot closer to you.

“What do you want?” Your eyes scan my face.

“Depends. In general or right now?”

“Both.?”

“In general? Wealth and power. Right now? You.”

“In what way?”

“In the way where I want to know your body.” My hand moves to your thigh.

“Is this a play to get into my bed so you don’t have to sleep on the couch?” You tease.

“Mm… could be. Or it could just be that I want to see how strong you are, and if you’re as rough as people say werewolves are…”

“You’re so sly.” You lean closer and I watch your eyes.

“Am I?”

“Yeah.” You lean forward and kiss me.

I kiss you back, my hand on your thigh as your hand trails up my arm and to my hair. Your fingers tangle into my hair and you deepen the kiss. I move to be straddling your lap and your free hand holds my hip. I sigh into the kiss as your hand goes to my ass and gropes it. My hips grinding forward as you touch me just right. Your hand leaves my hair and you grab both of my hips, holding them still with the kind of grip that makes me want to beg for you to be in me. I kiss you desperately, my pussy getting wetter with every touch you give and every breath you take. Your hand moves from my hip and up under the shirt you gave me. Your lips leave mine and you kiss my neck as your hand gropes my breast. I whimper out as your fingers play with my nipples just right to send pleasure radiating through my body. I tilt my head back as you kiss and bite my neck just right to send butterflies to my stomach. I push you back slightly and take off my shirt, your eyes trail to my breasts and you groan.

“Fuck they’re so perfect.”

I kiss you again and my hands now take their trip under your shirt. My fingers slip under your sports bra and I grope and play with them, rolling your nipples between my fingers as I kiss you. Your hands grip my hips as you grind up against me. I take your shirt off and then your bra and move down, kissing and licking your nipples, listening to every sound that comes out of your mouth. Your hands move to the underside of my thighs and before I can react you’re standing and carrying me with you. I move off your nipples and go to kissing your neck as you carry me to your bedroom. You toss me onto your bed and take off your shorts and boxers in one motion and I take off the shorts you gave me and spread my legs. Your eyes track me like I’m the prey and that kind of pressure just sends shock waves to my pussy. I bite my lip as you crawl ontop of me, settling between my spread legs. You kiss my lips firmly, like you’re laying claim to my mouth. I move my hands to your shoulders, massaging them and feeling up your beautiful muscles. One of your hands moves to my pussy, and your callused thumb rubs circles into my clit. I let out a whimper against your mouth, my nails digging into your shoulders slightly. You groan softly and move from kissing my mouth to placing possessive kisses across my neck and chest.

“I bet you want this pussy stuffed full huh?” You murmur as you press a finger into my pussy while keeping your thumb firmly pressed into my clit.

“Mh… yes… so bad.”

You groan softly and start moving your finger inside me, removing your thumb from my clit in favor of fucking me with your fingers. I feel your teeth nip at my neck as you move a second finger into my pussy. I gasp and move my head back to give you more access as you keep touching everywhere just right to get me so wet that my pussy is coating your fingers. I grind down and whine.

“Fuck fuck, mh come on…” I mutter out.

My nails dig into your back hard enough to leave marks in your sculpted back. I rock my hips forward as I start to get close, my mouth going slack and my eyebrows furrowing together as I let out little gasps and moans. Just as I’m about to cum you remove your fingers and my nails dig in further, pulling you closer in an attempt to get your fingers back in me.

“No no please? Come on?” I stare at you just about ready to cry.

“You want to cum? Without the main course?” A bit of a cruel smile comes across your face.

I groan, “please? Just come on I need to cum.”

“Just wait. Let me fill your pussy up properly then you can cum for me.”

You move off me and get your strap on. I bite my lip as I watch you put it on, watching you intently as you tighten it just right to fit.

“Come here and suck it”

I get up and move over to you, getting on my knees and kissing the tip before opening my mouth to take it in. Your hands go to my hair, gently putting it into a ponytail with your hand as the hair tie. I start sucking on your strap, drooling a bit as I take it as deep as I can, gagging a bit on it as I do. I look up at you as I suck on it, watching your lust filled eyes. You start thrusting your hips into my mouth and I gag and drool more, drool dripping down my lips at this point. You push my head down and keep fucking my mouth, listening to me gagging and how my breathing gets stuttered. You groan and pull me off by my hair.

“Bed. Now.”

I nod and wipe my chin before getting on the bed, spreading my legs and watching as you walk over to me. You press the tip of the strap against me, pressing in and stretching me out slowly.

“Fuck, I love your pretty little pussy.” You rub my clit as you stuff my pussy full.

“Mm… fuck it feels so big…” I lean my head back, my brain going numb.

“It’s just because this pussy is too small, but don’t worry, I’ll stretch it to fit my strap perfectly.”

I whine out and grind down against you as you start to fuck into me. I groan as I feel it hit everywhere to send pleasure and pain through me. Both getting my clit stimulated and my cervix bruised. I gasp as you pick up the pace, letting out whimpers and moans as you keep fucking me apart, my once sensible words falling apart to babbling and moaning. My cheeks are wet with tears and my lips wet with drool, my cheeks flushed beyond belief and my whole body trembling as you fuck me rough enough to make my brain forget all common sense. My arms go back around your shoulders and my nails dig into your back, leaving long scratch marks that get deeper as you go deeper inside me.

“Mh- close! Please?”

You groan, “please what? Do you want to cum?”

I nod and whine, unable to make out words.

“Fuck, go ahead baby, cum for me. Cum on my strap and show me how pretty you look.”

I sob out, my nails digging further into your back muscles as I cum on your strap, my body shivering and twitching as I cum. You let me ride out my orgasm on you and then slowly pull out, kissing my forehead and wiping my tears and drool. I pant and slowly lay back against your bed as you get a warm cloth and clean me up, I quiver a bit when the cloth touches my over sensitive clit, letting out a pathetic ‘mh’. When you finish cleaning me up you put on your clothes and then mine, man handling me so I’m under the covers with you. I cuddle into your chest, falling asleep easily after getting fucked into a brainless bliss.

I wake up around ten pm, you’re still in bed sleeping peacefully, but there’s a water next to my side of the bed and pain meds. I drink some water and take some Tylenol and stand up, grabbing my purse and leaving your place before you wake up. Shitty, but you deserve better than me.

Cw: strap, puppy play, pet play, degradation, overstimulation, praise

I have one hand on my mouse and the other on the wasd keys. I’m attempting to defeat this stupid game that I’ve been stuck on for now a full week. It’s just so monotonous, but the end goal of getting 100% completion makes it worth it. I hear the door open and you come in. You immediately make your way over to me, your nails running up and down my biceps. You massage my shoulders soothingly.

“How’s my puppy doing?” You place a kiss to the top of my head.

“Good.” I pause my video game and glance up.

One of your hands makes its way to my throat, gently holding it. Not quite squeezing, just holding. You tilt my head for me and pull me into a kiss and I kiss back, letting you lead me. You pull back and move onto my lap, straddling me, your arms wrap around my shoulders and you pull me back into a kiss. Your fingers rub the back of my neck and lazily play with my hair. The kiss is soft, passionate, and slow. Too slow. My hands go to your hips and I drag you closer, trying to get any form of friction as I buck my hips up into you. You pull back and smile a bit.

“Needy already?”

I whine softly, “come on, please?”

“Not unless you beg for me.” Your fingers trace from my neck down to my spine just a bit.

“Please? I’ll be good…” I give in easily, trying to get any sort of pleasure.

“Come on, my pretty puppy.” You get off me and lead me to our room.

I follow obediently and watch as you get out the leash and collar. You gesture to the floor infront of you and I get down on my knees. My head tilts up as I look at you, you lean down a bit and press a kiss to my forehead before putting on my collar then clicking my leash onto it. You wrap the leather of the leash around your hand and tug slightly, a test tug to see if I’ll lean forward for you, and I do.

“Aww… my puppy remembers her training? Okay then, you know what to do.” You step your legs apart slightly.

I watch greedily as you pull me closer, I push up your skirt and pull your panties down. I lean forward and lick your clit, my eyes staying on yours to watch for any command or reaction as I lap up your pussy. Your other hand presses my head inbetween your legs further and you let out a gasp, your eyes flooded with lust.

“Fuck, good puppy. Keep going. Get me nice and wet and I’ll let you breed this pussy like the pathetic mutt you are meant to be.”

I hum against your pussy, drooling a bit as I lick and suck on your pussy. My hips grind down against the air as I eat you out. My mind becoming a haze of obedience for you. Eventually I feel your hips start to rock forward and those desperate gasps and you push me back. My tongue is still out and my eyes half lidded as I look up at you.

“Fuck. Put your strap on. Now.” You unleash me and I get up.

I put on my strap, tightening it around my hips and adjusting it. you take off your clothes, settling back on the bed and spreading your legs, revealing your wet pussy ready to be filled. I finish putting it on and walk over, getting on the bed and crawling to you. The leash clicks back onto my collar and your fingers run across my neck down to my chest and then to my stomach. I shiver as those nails press just right to tease me, making my abs flex slightly. It trails down to my strap and you wrap your perfectly manicured hand around me and pull me in. I whimper as you press my strap into your pussy, watching carefully as your pussy stretches around me. My hips wiggle forward and you let out a pleasured groan as I press in fully. Your hand moves back to my leash, tugging me down into a kiss as I start fucking you. I let out little pants and whines as I hump you desperately, the sound of your moans and wet pussy only driving me forward further.

“Fuck mh… that’s right puppy. Keep that up and I’ll turn the vibrator on for you.” You say in-between gasps and pleasured groans.

My hands hold your hips as I fuck you, my brain getting fuzzy with the sensation of humping against you, not quite pleasurable but almost there. Your hand goes to the bedside and you grab a small remote and turn on the vibrator right on my clit. My arms twitch and my breathing stutters as I keep going, humping your pussy with little whimpers escaping my mouth. My body starts getting warmer and my legs start trembling as I get closer, the wet sound of your pussy mixed with the view of your breasts making it hard to keep going.

“C-close master…” I whimper out.

“Mh- yeah? Wanna cum for me?” You tug on my leash.

“Please.” My voice cracks embarrassingly but at this point I can’t control it.

“Mh… come on puppy, cum for me… be my good little breeding bitch.”

I kiss you as I continue fucking into you, my hips grinding forward pathetically as I cum. I keep going though, past my orgasm as I hear your moans and feel the way you keep pulling me closer. It feels so good it hurts but I know stopping will just mean punishment. I whimper out as I hear you mutter curse words as you cum on my strap, pulling me into a messy kiss as you ride out your orgasm on me. Eventually you pull away and turn the vibrator off and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Good mutt. You did so good didn’t you?”

“Mm… just for you.”

BEFORE YOU READ: this is like… so not a morality story, it is fiction. It is a questionable dynamic on both sides and if you ever have someone go straight into stuff without a lengthy conversation beforehand, run away, but for the sake of how long this post already is, I shortened that part.

Cw: dub con, power imbalance, impact play, brat taming, masochism, sadism, degradation, praise, breath play, mention of alcohol and tobacco

I’m out of it today, both in my mind and out of my body. It’s like my brain couldn’t decide where to be and chose all the options yet none at the same time. This middle, this odd feeling, consumes me. The same way others let anxiety consume them, this consumes me. My body moves more as a result of routine rather than a mental resolve to keep going. My writing is messy as I scribble notes down, what they read is not truly my business, they’re just a poor mimic of the slideshow that the professor has up. It’s the first week of class, yet somehow I am already stuck in my poor excuse for self. It’s suffocating, like vines that creep up your skin and cover your face until you only know the struggle of breathing through them. I pause, attempting to breathe manually, adjusting my eyes to the board and then the professor. My brain works overtime to attempt to hear the words she says, yet nothing ever comes across. I sigh and let myself sink back under the fog, instead analyzing the professor. I tap my pencil gently as I stare at her nicely put together outfit, slacks, polo, and very boring shoes. Her hand goes up to circle something and I squint, looking at her short, clean, nails. She is so gay. I roll my eyes at my own thoughts and go back to writing my notes that never truly mean anything. My mind wanders again as I stare at the professor, she has an odd mannerism about her. Her shoulders are back but relaxed, as if nothing in the world bothers her. Yet her hands fidget in a way that says she is nervous, her eyes flicking away from people’s as soon as they look back at hers. My fingers trace my desk as I stare at her, her smile is warm and addictive, like warm apple cider, or a cigarette. I can’t decide which one yet, as sometimes the smile is sweet and makes students laugh, and other times, it’s almost cruel. I crave the bitter one the most, the one that screams that she’s almost mocking us, almost enjoying our discomfort. My fingers press into the desk firmly as I see her walk around her desk slowly, wishing to be her desk so badly that I feel it radiate through my bones. I want her attention more than I want to seep into the fog and never return. The sensation of being lost in your own body is nothing compared to the spark I feel when her eyes meet mine even if just for a second. She has the kind of gaze that is suffocating but not in the way where you feel nothing anymore but in the way where only she exists. My fingers trace spirals and circles endlessly as my eyes trail her biceps, they’re beautiful and poorly hidden by the polo. Awful outfit by the way, I despise it, but somehow, she makes it work. Blame it on baseline attraction, or maybe she just knows how to style something I’m so opposed to. Either way, she’s hot. Her ass looks amazing in those slacks, it’s meant to hide it but clearly whoever designed them didn’t account for the amount of ass this woman has. My fingers play with my pencil as she reaches up to erase the board, showing off the way her lats move under her stupid fucking polo. God polos are ugly. Doesn’t she know polos are Satan’s creation? That and short sleeve button ups. God I hate those almost as much as polos. They’re so… slutty, like in the bad way. Like in the way that screams, I’m an evil masc. ugh and those shoes are even worse, I can’t help the bitchy look that comes across my face as I stare at her very bare minimum shoes. They’re so… bland. Blander than rice porridge made with just water. I glance back up and notice her eyes on me, I maintain eye contact until she looks away. I love doing that to people, it’s funny. Class ends quickly and I pack up, I’m in no rush to make it to my next class unlike the others, mainly since I don’t have a class after this. I am thinking about lunch though. I grab my headphones, stepping to the side in the hallway to let others go past me as they rush to their next class, which based on paces, I can assume a lot of them have them on the other side of campus. I connect my headphones to my phone as the hallways clear out, I’m still trying to choose the best song to listen to. I’m in my own world as usual when I hear an ahem next to me. I glance over and see my professor.

“You’re in my class, correct?”

I nod, “yeah. Why?”

“I saw this left behind in your area, is it yours?” You hold up my water bottle.

I nod, “yes, thank you.”

I take the water bottle, my fingers brush mine with this warmth that takes over the nothingness for a moment. You nod a bit and I stuff my water bottle in my bag and put on my headphones before heading to one of the dining halls. Specifically the one with sandwiches, the workers there see me way too much probably, but I don’t care enough to change my lunch break location.

After lunch I head to my final classes, staying in my fog through them all. It’s deep and traps me more often than I’d like to admit. I’ve been told it’s a dangerous escape, but I don’t escape there, I’m trapped. Trying to explain the feeling of being trapped but knowing fighting is useless is hard, so I just let people believe I’m escaping, and let the truth dig into me like everything else. Before I know it I’m home, opening my front door and setting my bag down and kicking my shoes off. My shift starts in two hours which means I have an hour and forty to figure out my outfit and makeup. I head to my room, my fingers undoing my claw clip, rubbing my scalp, releasing the tension of the day. I yawn as I look through my closet, I need something worth alot of tips today. It’s an easy enough job, look hot, make drinks, flirt with customers sometimes. It’s definitely an odd job considering the location though, very wattpad-esque. I mean who works at a BDSM club??? Nobody, well except me and all my colleagues apparently. I grab a pleather skirt, I know, a fashion sin, but I’m broke and not gonna spend my paycheck on real leather. It’s tight fitting and is pencil skirt shaped. I take off my bra and clean my nipple piercings before putting on this black top that shows off my boobs and is thin enough you can see my piercings through my shirt. This whole outfit screams I’m trying too hard but a girl gotta make her money somehow. I stare at myself in my mirror for a moment, turning around and looking myself over, trying to decide what is wrong with my outfit. I unbutton one more button before nodding and picking my heels out, they’re simple black heels that have non slip material on the bottom because I have you tried walking on wet tile? It’s evil. Not doing that without grippy shoes. They’re not the prettiest but they work and give me enough height that it’s permissible that they’re not the prettiest. I walk to the bathroom and put my hair back, I do my makeup in a way that matches my outfit. I spray on body glitter and perfume, aka, my version of touch repellent. I fix my hair to be out of the way but comfortable. I head downstairs to make my dinner, deciding on chicken and rice that I made the other day. It’s boring, but I don’t feel like eating anything fun right now so it doesn’t matter.

When I get to work I clock in, setting up the bar area since I’m doing opening. My shift isn’t that long today since Fridays are the days I prefer to get some kind of day off. I wipe down the counters and slice lemons and limes. I let myself get caught up in the autonomous rhythm of it, spacing off until I’m like ten away from being done. I can never just be spacing off until the very end, I have to stop right at the most boring part. I finish slicing and put them in their containers on ice and wipe the counters off again as customers start to filter in. My brain spaces off as I take orders and make them, my mind going to papa’s freezeria but liquor style. I hum as I make my twentieth shitty ass beer of the day, flirting with the person who ordered it. I hate beer but the people who buy it usually stare at my boobs and tip well so I take what I can get. I hear a familiar voice and glance over.

“Can I get an old fashioned?”

She’s here. My professor is at my work, in a way too hot outfit, ordering a drink that is so fucking basic it’s hot. God I want to fuck her. Her eyes glance at me strangely.

“Have I seen you before?” she tilts her head as I make her drink.

She doesn’t recognize me. I do a mental fist pump.

“Hm. I dunno. Have you?”

She shrugs a bit as I hand her the drink. It’s gross to me personally, but then again I kinda stopped liking alcohol after I chugged 80 proof vodka and woke up still tasting it. Besides lil fruity drinks. I love me a fruity drink these days. I watch her sip it, the bar is a little less busy right now, at least on my side. The other side is this twink and he gets a lot of attention. I glance over a bit jealous of the amount of hot women on his side. Part of me wishes they would make this so all the women had to come to me and let me stare at them flabbergasted. Sadly, it would never get approved. I glance back over to my professor who is now my customer.

“Busy night for your coworker huh?”

“Mhm.” I clean up the counter some.

“Wish that was you?”

“Hmm… sometimes but not always.” I shrug, I speak quietly.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Care to take off your pants?” I flirt to deflect.

“Hm. If you’ll elaborate maybe I’ll let you later.”

I pause, considering it, “you’re funny.”

“You’re avoiding.”

“Am not.”

“And childish.”

I scoff and bite my tongue.

“Oh I know you wanted to say something mean. Isn’t that right?” There’s this smirk on your face that is so mocking it makes me wet.

I shake my head, “nope. No clue what you’re talking about.”

“You’re so cute.” You mutter and sip your old fashioned.

My eyes follow your lips as you drink. Swallowing dryly as I watch you lick your lips slightly. My brain having a joyride in imagining that tongue on my clit.

“Do you want my number?” I say quietly, almost silently.

“What was that?” Your head tilts.

“Uhm… do you want my number?” I say a tad bit louder.

You pause before pulling out your phone and handing it to me. I type in my number quickly and hand your phone back.

“Good girl.” You say in a way that seems more as an instinct rather than an intentional response.

I nod softly, still stunned by my own boldness. You leave the bar area with a wink and I fiddle with my hands for a bit before returning to work. The rest of my shift passes by quickly. Especially since it’s only four hours today. Which is terrible for my paycheck but amazing for my plans for after this. Which includes my vibrator, my dildo, and porn. I clock out and grab my purse before heading out to the parking lot.

“Hey, bartender girl.” I hear your voice and turn around.

“Hm?”

“So…” there’s hesitation in your voice despite your confident stance, “I was wondering if you’re down to… spend a night with me?”

“Depends…” I step closer, smiling a bit.

“On?” You look down at me a bit and step closer.

“Mine or yours?”

“Hm, you got a car?”

“Duh.”

“Yours then. My friend brought me and I’d rather not wait for him.”

“Ugh a scrub” I tease as I unlock my car.

“Excuse me? I work as a professor thank you very much!”

“Professor of what? Bullshit?” I’m just being mean to be mean at this point.

“Spanish.”

“Ew. Cómo se dice, fuck you?” I say it in an intentionally bad accent despite now having three years of Spanish under my belt.

“¿Qué tal si te follo tu bonito conchito hasta que grites, ¿de acuerdo?”

I get in my car, and wait for you to get in, staying silent because I’m only like 90% sure that’s a dirty phrase. I only understand the basics of it, mainly since once again, I don’t pay attention in class.

“Uhhh… sure.”

“You have no idea what you agreed to do you?”

“No I so… do. Something pretty, something… something…”

“…okay. Sure.” You wave me off and I scoff, starting up my car to drive home.

“How about you go fuck your stupid fucking spanish teacher ass bitch ass cunt.” I mutter insults under my breath but let’s be real here, I’m not actually hiding what I’m saying.

You give me a warning look and I give a sassy warning look and make a mocking noise. I park my car in my driveway and as soon as I shut off the car you get out and open my door for me. I get out and give you a weird look but roll my eyes dramatically and walk you inside.

“You are very sassy for a girl wearing no bra on and from what I can tell, nothing protecting your little ass from getting spanked.”

I mock you with my hand as I shut the door behind us. When I turn around to face you.

“Oh shut up-“

Your hand wraps around my neck, not tight enough to give me the good feeling, but enough that I know this is your warning.

“No. You shut up.” You step closer and I swallow hard, “got it? I run this program.”

I hesitate before nodding.

“Now, what do you like? Tell me.”

“I like uhm…”

“Cat got your tongue? Speak up.” Your hand squeezes slightly.

“I like impact play, uhm… breeding, I uhm…” I flush bright red, “really anything masochistic…”

“Oh is that right?” you smile a bit, that cruel smile from earlier that makes me get wet so fast.

“Uhm… you really can have free rein… except scat and pee.”

“Okay. Let’s go to your room.” Your hand leaves my throat and I nod softly, leading you upstairs to my room.

You smack my ass on the way up the stairs and I feel my face burn red hot. I get into my room and watch as you shut the door and sit on my bed.

“I want a show. Get naked.” You gesture to my outfit.

I nod a bit, unsure but doing as told. I take off my shirt first. My nipples getting hard from the cold of my room. I shiver slightly and you give me a look of mocking pity.

“Aww, pobrecita.”

“Shut up.” I mutter as I take off my skirt, looking at the floor.

You stand up and when I look up you smack me across the face. My cheek burns but for some reason it doesn’t feel wrong.

“Don’t talk like that to me. You had your warning. Now on the bed and spread your legs.”

Your words put the nail in the coffin, my pussy getting wet and my brain getting all fuzzy with arousal in the way that makes me want to hump a pillow. I swallow hard and get on my bed, spreading my legs and watching you intently. Your stupid fucking saddle bag is so ugly and I can’t believe I didn’t notice that god awful thing. I hate saddle bags. I can’t help the grimace that comes to my face and you pause, recognition passing across your face before you tilt your head.

“What?” I look up at you, spreading my legs wider and hoping you do not realize where you’ve seen me before.

You sigh and pull out your strap on, “don’t worry about it, I just saw something familiar about you. Anyways.”

“Ooo, who’s the ex?” I tease.

“What did I say?”

“…to shut up.”

“So?”

“Imma shut up now…”

“Good girl.”

You take off your shirt and your pants and put on the strap on. I can’t resist the excited look I give you as I wiggle my hips and gesture for you to come closer. You laugh softly and come closer and I kiss you, my hand going to your sports bra and squeezing your boobs through it. You kiss me back and your fingers trail my body, grazing my arms in such a gentle manner before landing on my hips. You rub them soothingly, like you’re massaging me so I’ll relax. I sigh contently and one hand slips to my pussy, rubbing my clit so teasingly that my hips roll forward. I let out a whine as you move your hand away and stop kissing me.

“Paciencia, querida”

“God can you stop trying to make me learn Spanish while I’m trying to get you inside me?” I huff and try to pull your hand back.

You grab my hands and pin them above my head.

“Oh yeah? You want something inside you?”

I pause, almost debating my words but then I full send it, “yeah, you bitch.”

“God damn it you little slut.” You scoff and grab a set of handcuffs from your fugly bag and handcuff me to my bed.

I roll my eyes to make you more mad and I know it works when you slap me across the face again. That sick and beautiful pain coming across my face in a way that makes my pussy get even wetter. You slip a finger inside roughly, fucking me with it hard and fast, slipping a second in a way that is meant to be a punishment and for some reason my body can’t decide if it loves it or not. You curl your fingers and my body decides its choice and I let out a pleasured gasp.

“Mh… fuck me daddy.” I test my restraints and you pull your fingers out.

I whine at the loss and you press your strap against my hole. I bite my lip a bit, looking down at it excitedly as you press in to fill me. I let out a little breath as you stretch me apart.

“There we are.” You murmur as you kiss my chest.

You start fucking into me and I gasp, letting out whimpers and squirming as you hit everywhere that I need to feel good enough to cry. Your fingers pinch my nipples hard and I let out a moan, my brain feeling like it’s wrapped in warm socks as you both bring pain and pleasure to me. My body jolts with every hard thrust into me, the sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing filling the room as you kiss and bite the skin on my neck.

“¿Eso se siente bien?” A hand moves into my hair and grips it.

“Mh- yes, fuck yes.” My eyes roll back.

“Oh so you only understand short phrases? Does it get all jumbled up in your good for nothing head?”

I whine and nod. my body reacts to the way you degrade me by getting wetter. My moans get more pathetic as your hand tightens in my hair.

“It’s okay, my pretty little girl doesn’t need to understand everything. Just take my strap and shut up, okay?”

I nod as I get closer, letting out little gasps and pathetic ‘uh’s as you fuck into me.

“Mh- close…”

“Beg. Beg to cum.” Your free hand grips my hip hard enough to leave bruises.

“Please? Please come on daddy, let me cum, I’ll be so good, please?” My words turn to rambling as your strap fills me.

“Awww… go ahead my stupid little thing. Cum for me.”

I whine out, my eyes rolling back and tears filling them as that pushes me over the edge. My orgasm flooding me so heavily that even my brain isn’t sure what’s going on. I let out little gasps and moans, my hands clawing at your back as you fuck me through my mind blowing orgasm. You slow down as I finish cumming and I let out a little whimper.

“There we are. Nice and tame now huh? Let’s do this often.” You murmur as you pull out and start untying me to do aftercare.

Cw: impact play, ddlg, degradation, praise, mocking, Orgasm control

My fingers hesitate over my phone. My room smells like rose petals and incense in a way that’s almost suffocating. I started off the night fine, a hook up from a shitty dating app, making out, clothes tried to come off. Yet when my mind was attempting to get in the mood, all that got me up was you, and their touch ruined it. My fingers trace the camera on my phone, my room is still clean, my orgasm unmet. They left after I murmured your name, which is embarrassing to admit, especially since I’m not even yours.

“She’s not yours and probably busy…” I pick up my phone.

I scroll to your number and open it. My fingers hovering over message. I click it finally and type out a quick message.

Me: Hey I don’t know if you remember me… I’m the girl on avenue next to the bar? I was wondering if you’re in town..

🤍*: oh? What for?*

The immediate response makes me hesitate, but I take a deep breath to still my nerves.

Me: please… you know what for… I need you daddy.

🤍*: fine. 30 minutes. Can you wait that long?*

Me: for you yes…

🤍*: on my way, baby.*

I swallow hard as I set my phone down. The simple text message making the mess in my panties get even worse. I clean up my room a bit and light one of my herbal cigarettes. I crack my window as I smoke. My eyes constantly on the clock in my room as it counts down the seconds until I’ll finally get my problem between my legs resolved. As it gets around ten minutes till, I head downstairs. My nightgown feels chill against my skin as I head to the cooler downstairs. The silk immediately cooling, letting me feel every movement as my nipples harden. My fingers trail the hem of my nightgown as I hesitate at the doorway. I peek out the window and see headlights pulling into my driveway. I breathe in deeply, my eyes closing as I calm my nerves. I open my eyes and unlock the door and open it slowly. You’re on my front porch clearly just having walked up my steps. I bite my lip, my eyes scanning your outfit. It’s all black in a way that makes my brain go to the idea of your strap deep in me. you have a backpack and as my eyes trail back up to your face you step closer. A hand wraps around my throat and I’m pulled into a kiss. I breathe in your air as you exhale, the addictive smell of your cigarettes sending jolts to my pussy. You walk me backwards by my neck, shutting the door behind you and then pressing me up against the wall next to the doorway. Your hand leaves my neck but I stay where I was placed. Your fingers trail across my shoulders, rubbing the tensions right out of me. I feel your hands slip from my shoulders to my waist. They rub beautiful circles into my hips through my thin nightgown. Your lips leave mine and I tilt my head to expose my neck. Your teeth bite at my collar bone and I whine softly, a soft kiss coming to soothe the skin you bit. I feel my brain go to the same heaven I felt the first time with you, my worries melting under your breath and touch. I feel more kisses land on my neck, melting me into you.

“Tell me,” You pull back slightly, no longer kissing but still rubbing all tension from my hips with your hands, “why now? Did you go on a date and realize you needed to cum and thought I was easy to use?”

“No.” I shake my head, “I can’t stop thinking about you, even with others.”

“Oh yeah?” Your hands hook under my legs and you lift me up to wrap my legs around your waist easily, “bet that was embarrassing. Did you say my name to others?”

I pause, “uhm.”

A laugh escapes your lips and you smile in the way that makes my cheeks feel hot, “oh my god, you did. You so did.”

“You don’t know that.” I huff.

You kiss my cheek, “aww you’re so cute.”

I grumble a bit as you adjust your grip and start carrying me up to my room. My arms wrap around your shoulders as you walk up my stairs. I anxiously look down and you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna drop you.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You will soon.” You open my door with your foot and toss me on my bed.

I roll my eyes and spread my legs, revealing my underwear, carefully selected to match my nightgown. Your gaze trails between my legs and you move closer, moving on-top of me and spreading my legs wider. I feel your eyes trace my body, making me shiver as you examine me. Your fingers trail my thighs in a way that makes me wet. Just the tips of your fingers touch me, yet the warmth spreads like a wildfire. They trail up my inner thighs, to my hips, then to my sides. Just as I settle into the idea of you grabbing my sides they trail up further, just barely grazing my breasts. My brain attempts to understand the next action before it happens, yet your hands keep moving, up and up, to my neck. Just as I’m about to feel your hand around my neck it trails behind my head to grip my hair. I let out a gasp, my body relaxing into the rough touch. Your free hand moves back down to my hip again, holding it, gently this time. Your lips meet mine in a way that sends all curious thoughts away, replacing them with only what’s happening right now. Moving me into the moment instead of the future. I kiss you back, feverish thoughts filling my mind of how much I need to have you inside me. My heart beating so fast I might as well be running a marathon. Your fingers leave my hair and your lips kiss down my neck to my breasts, kissing all across my collar bones and down to my thinly veiled breasts. My nightgown offers little resistance as you move the straps off my shoulders, it falls down, showing my breasts fully. My eyes that were on nothing in particular move to your eyes. I lick my lips and pull you back into a kiss, desperation dripping from it. You pull back after a couple seconds, letting me breathe and process before your lips go down to my chest, kisses going across my chest in a way that makes my head fall back and a breath escape from my mouth. My fingers move into your short hair and your hands hold my hips as I wrap my legs around you. I press you further against my chest as you lick and suck just right to make my mind go fuzzy. Moans escape my mouth and my hips roll forward against you.

“Mm… fuck yes, just like that daddy.”

Your teeth nip at my nipple and I let out a pleased gasp, my eyes rolling back. Your thumbs rub gentle and soothing circles into my hips and my chest rises and falls rapidly, the sensation of you against me getting unbearable.

“Come on…” I whine out, trying to push your head down to my pussy.

“Mm… so needy.” You bite my nipple hard enough that it makes my pussy clench but my brain go fuzzy with pleasure.

You move off me, and I watch intently as you put on your strap on. My eyes following your hands, my legs still spread. You finish putting the strap on and I watch as you move slowly back towards the bed, your hands wrap around my ankles and you pull me towards you, then adjust your grip. Your hands press my ankles apart and upwards a bit, and I move my arms to hook around the back of my kneecaps to keep my knees pressed to my chest. My covered pussy right for viewing pleasure. You move your hands from my ankles, trailing them down to my pussy. You move my panties to the side and slip your finger inside me, one at first, an adjustment. I squirm my hips a bit as you move the second in faster than I expected, curling your fingers and kissing my ankle in a way that makes me relax for you. Your fingers work inside me, drawing out whimpers, making my nails dig into my own skin a bit as you press every spot needed to drive me crazy. Your fingers keep moving inside me past when I usually would stop and move on to the dildo.

“Mm… come on daddy, I need you inside meee” I whine and do my best begging face.

“Patience.” Your free hand slaps my thigh and I gasp and clench around your fingers.

I pout a bit but do as told, eventually relaxing back into the pleasure of your long fingers hitting everything just right inside me. You lean forward and kiss me, it’s sloppy and greedy, your fingers moving inside me like you need my pleasure more than I do. I kiss back just as feverishly, your fingers leaving and being replaced by your strap pressing against my entrance. I feel it press in, stretching my pussy out to fit you. I let out a little gasp against your lips as you keep pushing in, my pussy adjusting to the size of your strap. You start moving and I can’t help the sounds that come out of both my pussy and my mouth. Stuttered breaths and the sound of my pussy being fucked repeatedly fills the room, yet all I hear is your breathing and all I feel is your body against me.

“There we go…” you say almost breathlessly, pulling back a bit to stare at my pussy as you fuck it.

“k-kiss me daddy?”

You move back closer to me, kissing me as you fuck into my pussy. My breathing is harsh and my pussy is wet, my brain filled with senseless thoughts. Your lips move from mine to my neck, kissing it and biting at it. Leaving soft red marks as your hands grope my thighs.

“So pretty, taking my strap so well. Gotta be addicted to me the way you take me huh?” I nod not even truly processing your dirty talk, “yeah? That good? My little girl loves this doesn’t she? She likes being filled and kissed and used as a fleshlight hm?” I let out a little whine as you nip my jaw, “come on beautiful, tell me how much you need my strap.”

“I-i need it so much daddy, d-don’t stop” my brain is fuzzy as I answer, getting overwhelmed by the need to cum, “s-so close daddy…”

“Mm… yeah that’s my girl. Cum for me, cum for your daddy.” Your lips move ontop of mine and kiss me in a sloppy and possessive way.

I let out a whine as your strap moves just right to trigger my orgasm. My brain turns to mush as you keep fucking me through my orgasm, desperate moans come out, way louder than intended from my part. My hands moving from my thighs to your shoulders, digging into the skin as I come down from the high of cumming on your strap. You slowly stop and pull back from the kiss, panting, your eyes moving to my pussy. A little smirk goes across your face and your fingers trail down to my clit, rubbing it softly just to hear my overstimulated whimper.

“Such a pretty pussy.”

I sigh and laugh a bit, laying back to relax as you remove your hand and strap.

“Thank you…” my hand rakes through my messy hair.

You move off me and take off your strap, packing it up. I watch you carefully.

“Stay tonight.?” I say quietly.

You turn around, “did you say something?”

I hesitate, “uh no, nothing.”

“I’m like mainly deaf, and I forgot my hearing aid, if you said something…”

“I didn’t.” I laugh and roll my eyes, sitting up and closing my legs.

The lie rolls off my lips but weights in my heart. It’s better I don’t ask though. You don’t really know about me besides my body, and all I know of you is what I see and feel. This is physical, what’s the point of trying to push it past that? I stand up and grab my hairbrush, brushing my hair as you sit on my bed after packing up.

“So, is this gonna be a regular thing for you?”

I pause and glance back at you, “hm?”

“Is this gonna be a regular thing? The whole texting me at midnight expecting sex immediately?”

I shrug, “maybe. Would you care?”

“Depends.”

“On?” I set my brush down and take off my sexy outfit, moving to my closet to grab comfy pajamas and underwear.

“Do I get to stay the night?”

I shrug.

“That’s a very noncommittal response.” You scoff.

“WOW. Noncommittal? From me? Never.” I say sarcastically and grab my nicotine cigarettes, lighting one and cracking the window.

“Girl you smoke in here?”

I pause, “yuh.”

“Ew.”

I turn my head towards you and offer you the cigarette. You roll your eyes but take it and blow the smoke at my face. I roll my eyes but smile.

“I don’t usually smoke these ones in here, usually I just do the clove ones ya know?”

“And you had to do it now? Why?” Your head tilts.

“None ya.”

“Okay fuck you.” You mutter, “if you’re not gonna talk imma leave.”

I hesitate, “I’m sorry, just nervous.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You mutter and roll your eyes.

“WOW, the sass.” I smile amused a bit, “but no I’m just… do you ever do more than…” I gesture to the backpack.

“I mean yeah. Used to get around a lot then I realized maybe I want a bit more for myself.”

“Like a… emotional connection.?”

“Yes. If the person wants it too.” Your eyes examine me and I take another puff of my cigarette.

I nod softly, “cool. Anyways.” I offer you the cigarette and when you take it I stand up and change into my pajamas.

I turn on my air purifier and open my window wider and light some incense. You finish off the cigarette and put it out on my ashtray on my nightstand next to the window. I tie my hair up for bed and put lotion on as you sit on my bed and watch me.

“So, you haven’t kicked me out yet.”

“Nope.” I say blandly as I put on socks, watching you grimace a bit.

“You wear socks to bed?”

“Yeah I got cold feet.”

“Well I’m a heater.”

“Hm, good to know.” I shut my window after my room has aired out a bit.

My room smells faintly of cigarettes, the nighttime air, but mostly of vanilla scented incense. I glance at your daytime clothes and side eye you judgmentally.

“What?”

“Are you wearing that to bed.?”

“…I feel like I should say no.”

“You should.” I cross my arms.

You nod and start taking off your clothes until you’re just in your boxers, your breasts on display. I smile a bit, admiring them for a second before prepping the bed for sleep. I shut off the lights as you claim your spot and I get in next to you. You wrap your arms around me and I nestle back into your arms. I turn around in your arms and nuzzle into your breasts.

“I’m sorry.” I murmur.

“For?”

“I lied… I asked earlier if you would stay… I’m glad you did…”

You hum and press a kiss to the top of my head, “of course my sweet girl.”

Your arms tighten around me and I fall asleep in your comforting embrace.

Cw: praise, degradation, hair pulling, pet play, strap

Your fingers are in my mouth as I doom scroll, my mouth softly drooling around them as I bite them softly like a teething kitten. Your other hand tracing up and down my shoulder and arm. I feel you stop and look up at you pathetically.

“What? Does my needy little kitten want something.”

I huff softly and set my phone down, moving between your legs.

“Kiss?” I pout softly.

You smile a bit and lean forward, giving me a gentle and passionate kiss. The kiss is slow, firm, and more importantly, needy. I feel your hand go to my hair, gently stroking it as you kiss me. Your other hand tracing circles into my hip. I grab the front of your jeans and you grab my hand and push it away and flip us over. Your hands grope my breasts and you press a knee to my groin. I whine and grind down as you make out with me, holding my hands to prevent me from touching myself or you. I keep humping your thigh as you kiss me in a way that makes my head empty from everything but you. Your fingers rub gentle circles into my wrists as you kiss me, a soothing and gentle gesture that sends sparks directly to my pussy. I let you slow down the kiss to a sweet and passionate pace. Your fingers work me perfectly, leaving me so wet I’m dripping yet so calm.

“Mmm there’s my needy little kitten. All tame for me now huh?” Your lips press gentle and tantalizing kisses down my neck.

I nod my eyes fluttering shut, “mm yes…”

“Why don’t you go put your little strap on and I’ll let you fuck my pussy since you’re being so good today?”

My eyes open quickly, “really? Please master let me…”

“Mhm. Go.” You let me go and get my strap on.

I hurriedly put it on while you take off your underwear. My eyes flick between you and the loops needed to properly adjust the strap on. I eventually get it on and crawl onto the bed, kissing you as you lay back into missionary. My lips work against yours as my finger trails your clit, teasingly rubbing it to get you wet. I slip a finger down and in to you, gently and slowly. I curl it and move it inside you as I kiss and let little whines out as I finger you, as if I’m getting pleasure just from touching you. I push in a second finger and work you apart, my brain getting fuzzy as I feel your wet pussy around my fingers in a way that makes me so needy to plunge my strap into you.

“Please master, let me use it now…”

“Mmm…” you hum against my lips, “fine. Go ahead sweet girl.”

I whimper excitedly as I press the tip inside. I work my strap into you as I kiss all over your neck and breasts. My hips start rutting against you as I fuck your pussy, my breathing getting needy as I hear the sound of your wet pussy around me. I keep going, going faster and rubbing your clit just like you like as I suck and bite on your breasts. I pull back slightly to admire the view of your pussy taking my strap.

“Mmm… master you’re so wet for me…” I bite my lip my eyes full of lust.

Your breathing is heavy with pleasure, “mhm, just for my pretty little pet. Making me feel so good. Don’t you dare stop or I’ll have to put you in the cage tonight.”

I nod excitedly, “wouldn’t dare, I want to make master cum tonight…”

I lean forward again and capture your lips in a passionate kiss. My hips working your pussy into a sloppy wet mess filled with my strap. Your hand reaches up and grabs my hair and I know you’re close. Your moans filling my ears mix with the pain of you pulling my hair and the pure pleasure of hearing my hips slap against your thighs desperately. Your grip tightens more as you cum on my strap, pulling me closer to you in a way that lets me breathe in your sickly sweet warm breath as you exhale. I slow my pace as you finish riding out your orgasm, kissing you gently as you lean back and breathe slowly.

Cw: werewolves, breeding kink, masochism, breath play, cnc/dub con, praise, degradation, dildo use, over stim, the dom literally kidnaps and keeps you locked up…

Never in my life did I think I would be chained to the bed of a werewolf. Mainly since I thought they were a fable spun to keep maidens like me away from the forest at night incase a bandit decided to steal us away. Furthermore, I didn’t think that I would be the mate of a FEMALE werewolf. I mean truly, how am I supposed to get pregnant by her? Bless her darling heart she tries every night, but quite frankly I don’t believe it’s possible. Despite the whole being chained to a bed and used for sex every night, it’s not like I wish her harm. She’s quite… well horny. So, I think she might be in heat, in a very beastly way. Every night, multiple times a night, I’m getting stuffed full with a phallus, and when not stuffed full with that, her tongue is on me. Even more concerning, when her tongue isn’t on me and I’m not full, she touches her self while staring at me. In quite lewd ways as-well. I won’t get into details, no I will, she takes her fingers and puts them inside her! And I have to watch as she makes these very tempting noises and even better facial expressions that make me feel like spreading my legs and begging. Not that I would, but, I’ve considered it. As you can tell, I’ve struggled very much to keep my cool recently with her.

I wiggle the metal pieces I’ve shaped in to the hole on my ankle chain until I hear it click and then remove it. I rub my ankle before grabbing my night dress and putting it on. I quickly scramble out of your room and head to the door, my hand graces the knob before it opens on its own. You stand infront of me, staring down at me and stare stunned for a second.

“What are you doing?”

“Uhm… going to pick herbs from the garden.”

“I don’t have a garden.”

“Oh. Uhm… to pick herbs from your neighbors garden.”

“We don’t have neighbors.”

I attempt to sprint out the door just to get a hand grabbing my wrist and dragging me back to the bedroom. I get tossed onto the bed and you slam the door shut.

“I leave for maybe half a day and you try to escape me?” Your hand wraps around my throat.

You pin me against the bed and I feel your body press against mine in a way that makes me feel like I can’t breathe in the best way.

“You are my mate, my beautiful little mate who I’m going to get pregnant. You are MINE. You are not allowed to leave me.” You let go of my neck and take off my night dress.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry please?” I try to squirm away just for you to grab both of wrists with one hand and pin them above my head.

“See today we’re going to be successful with my breeding, because I got a lil something.” You pull out a vial from your pocket, “see this? You’re gonna swallow it then I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard and you’ll get all filled with my pups.”

“Pups..?”

“Mhm. I’m gonna put at least two in this pretty lil belly of yours.” You rub my belly gently with the hand holding the vial, “so open up beautiful, it’s time to drink.”

You open the vial with one hand and when I refuse to open my mouth you use the hand that was on my wrists to force it open. You pour it down my throat and then close my mouth and make me swallow. It’s sweet and cool, like honey sweetened tea. I feel a warmness in my belly spread and your hands trace down my chest to my stomach and then hips. Your lips place warm and possessive kisses along my chest and my stomach, leading down to my pussy. I feel your tongue lick my pussy and I whimper.

“Gonna make you feel so good okay? And once you’re pregnant I’ll let you have some freedom. But you got to let me get you filled first.” You kiss my inner thigh.

I nod softly and feel one of your hands go to my pussy before I feel a finger press in. It curls just right and I grind down, feeling a bit needy as I immediately get wet for you. You press a second in and curl it just right to have me seeing stars and my mind racing. I grind down as you lick my clit while stretching my pussy, making me feel fucking fantastic. My hands go to your head, encouraging you to keep going as you eat me out and finger me at the same time. My hips rocking against you desperate for my orgasm. My legs tremble and twitch slightly as I feel myself get even closer, before you curl your fingers just right that I let out a stuttering moan as I cum on your face.

“Oh my god- fuck yes-“ my head goes back as I ride my orgasm out on your face.

You slowly pull away and grab the dildo and I whine dramatically but you just give me a soft kiss before pressing it in. I feel it stretch me out but it’s different this time, it’s warm and makes me have this feeling in my stomach that makes my pussy twitch. I let out a soft pleasured breath as you reach the end. My pussy filled and showing it. You start moving the dildo and with every thrust I let out a little sound, my eyes rolling back as I get stuffed and fucked. You pick up the pace to the point that I’m gripping the sheets, my mind struggling to stay defiant.

“There’s my girl.” Your tongue circles my nipple and I moan out.

My brain gets fuzzy as your other hand rubs my clit, the dual sensation overstimulating me.

“Master- fuck- mh- too much!”

My eyes roll back as you keep fucking me, kissing all across my chest and leaving possessive bite marks and hickies, reminding me of I’m your property to fuck and fill full of pups. Your hand goes to my thigh and pushes my legs further apart so you can fuck me deeper and rougher. My pussy stretching and accommodating the rough abuse of it. I start to feel myself get close and whimper out, pulling you into a kiss as I cum all over your dildo. I ride my shaking orgasm out on the dildo before slowly panting and laying back down, letting you remove the dildo and examine my poor abused cunt with your fingers.

Cw: pissplay, impact play, strap on, breath play, masochism, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, masochism, sadism

I yawn as I hear the front door open, sitting up in bed, I’m in nothing but the blanket. I check my phone to see the time,I squint and see that it’s barely five in the morning. I slip out of bed and wrap myself in my soft cotton robe. I head to the kitchen, it’s dim with the only light being the stove light. The perfect moody lighting for such an early morning. I pause to admire the way you look under the soft lighting, your muscles slightly peaking out from your shirt sleeves. You’re a bit disheveled from such a long shift and I bite my lip as I check you out. My footsteps are light as I pad across the cold stone tile. I wrap my arms around your waist as you unpack your lunch box. I pepper kisses all across your back before nuzzling your shoulder gently.

“Missed you…” I murmur softly.

You sigh softly and turn around, pulling me into a soft and lazy kiss. You pull back and sigh softly and I press a kiss to your jaw.

“I missed you too darling.” Your hands hold my hips.

“How was work?” I murmur as I kiss all over your neck.

“Tiring. Long.” You tilt your head back to give me more access.

“Did anything fun happen?” I say softly against your neck, now just settling in to hugging you and burying my face in your neck.

“Hm… someone brought cupcakes into work. Not as good as when you make them but…”

“Is that a sign for me to bake you some?”

“Hm…” you kiss my head, “if you wanted to I wouldn’t complain”

“Mm… okay sweetheart.” I look up at you and press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Well I should get a shower… I’m all grimy.” Your voice is soft and you gently rub my shoulder.

I give you a flirty smile, “suddenly I need one too.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s go then.” You murmur, turning me around and smacking my butt.

I giggle and grab your hand, guiding you to the bathroom and turning the shower on. I take off my robe and toss it to the side and watch as you take off your uniform. I bite my lip and enter the shower as you follow behind me. Your lips land on mine and I wrap my arms around your neck. I groan softly as you press me against the shower wall and kiss me. My hand goes to your breasts and I play with your nipples as you grope my ass. The kiss starts to get needy as your fingers head to my pussy. I whine out as you rub my clit. I hump your hand as you rub my already sensitive clit. I pant and whine out softly as you stop touching my clit.

“No more” you murmur against my lips.

I pout softly, “whyyyy”

“Because you haven’t earned cumming yet.”

I huff a bit and roll my eyes but don’t argue past that. You pull back and start washing your hair, your fingers rubbing into your scalp as I watch your body move intently. My eyes are on your breasts as you rinse your hair. After you finish washing your hair you move to wash your body, your hands running over your body with a loofa, the scent of your body wash filling the shower in a way that’s intoxicating. When it gets to your back I take over, my hand rubbing circles into your muscular back with the loofa. I help you rinse off and you turn around wrapping your hand around my throat and pull me in for a kiss, I kiss you back passionately, the loofa slipping from my hands. My hands instead go around your shoulders and I run my nails along your back.

Your hand grips my throat tighter and my nails dig in slightly. Your other hand traces down to my pussy again and I feel you slip a finger in, moving it just right to get me so wet and horny I’m whining and humping your hand. You move a second finger in and press me against the wall, pinning me against it by my throat. Just as I’m about to cum all over your fingers you pull out and away.

“On your knees and open your mouth.”

I whimper and do as told, getting down on my knees and opening my mouth. You step forward and pet my head for a second, stroking my cheek with your thumb before slapping me across the face. I gasp and roll my hips against the air.

“Close your eyes sweetheart.”

I do as told and wait patiently, my eyes closed and mouth open obediently. I feel the vulnerability I’m displaying, but instead of shrinking away from it, I stay in it, letting your touch guide me to obedience. I feel warm liquid hit my face and tongue and a slightly salty taste comes across my tongue. I keep my mouth open as you piss in my mouth and when you’re done your hand comes across my jaw and closes my mouth for me.

“Swallow.”

I swallow and open my eyes looking up at you and your more than pleased look. You help me stand and start cleaning me off with your products, making me smell like you. I feel a possessive hand on my boobs before you slide it up to hold my throat and guide me under the water. You help me rinse the soap off and then guide me out of the shower and hand me a towel. I dry myself off as you dry yourself off. You smack my ass.

“Get in there I want you on the bed in doggy waiting.”

I nod and giggle as I drop my towel and head to the bedroom and get in the directed position, looking back over my shoulder as I watch you get your strap on. You come up behind me and press the tip inside. I pant softly and whine as my pussy stretches around your strap. You start thrusting inside me, one hand grips the back of my neck, pressing me into the mattress as you set a hard pace. Your other hand comes down hard on my ass and I gasp out, letting out a desperate moan.

“Oh fuck- thank you master” I whine out.

I whimper as you keep fucking into me, my brain becoming mush under your touch. I whine out as you grab my hip hard, bruising it with the amount of force you’re using. I whine and drool against the sheets, my hands gripping them harshly.

“That’s my girl” you murmur, your breathing heavy as you watch your strap push into my abused pussy.

I gasp as I feel myself get closer, the mix of pain and pleasure making me see stars in my eyes.

“Oh my god yes master yes- I’m close, please? Please let me cum?” I feel my brain getting fuzzy and desperate.

“Beg some more and I might.” Your lips kiss my spine as you keep fucking into me.

I whine, “daddy please? I need it. Come on master let me cum, I’ll-I’ll be so good, I want to cum on your strap.”

I feel my pussy get wetter at the degrading act of begging for an orgasm. My body squirming and getting hotter as your grip tightens on the back of my neck slightly.

“That’s right baby, go ahead and cum” your breathing is heavy and I can tell you’re feeling just as needy as me.

I whimper out as I cum, “fuck thank you master- oh yes mh-“

I ride out my orgasm on your strap and pant softly as you slow down and release me, turning me around and kissing me so sweet compared to how rough you were with my body earlier. The contrast sending my brain spiraling in the best way.

Cw: hair pulling, impact play, over stim, arguing=flirting, degradation, and praise

I walk through the crowd in the bar, it’s busy right now due to some event they’re hosting. People are practically squished together in all the main areas, the air filled with the smell of beer, alcohol, and bad decisions. It’s warm in here, unbearably so, so warm you feel sticky like walking through syrup. My dress starts to feel too tight, too revealing, yet too warm in all the wrong ways. I swallow hard as I make my way through the crowd, aiming for the door, I feel my heart in a way that I know too well. In the way that makes you feel nauseous from nerves. Coming here was a mistake, theres so many people and so much noise. Theres eyes everywhere and people talking to me who I don’t know.

I finally make it to the door and open it, leaving into the cool night air. I take a deep breath as I let the cold air fill my lungs and soothe the anxiety that rose up to my chest like a disease. I look around, seeing a couple scattered people, two people waiting for an uber, a couple arguing, and you. I watch as you pull out a cigarette. For a second I scan my eyes across you, wondering what possessed you to wear such a hey mamas lesbian outfit. I sigh and roll my eyes a bit, heading to the other side of the ash bin and pulling out my cigarettes from my purse that matches my heels in a way that is supposed to look effortless. Though, let’s be real here I dropped $100 on the shoes and $150 on the purse so that I could have them match, it was not effortless. I sigh softly as I remember the amount of money I spend on accessories I wear once a year as I grab my lighter. I light my cigarette and take a moment, lost in thought as I run my finger along the bedazzled surface of my lighter. I spent way too long making it perfect, and even longer fixing it when some of the gems fell off. I glance over and see your eyes on me, as if hesitating.

“Can I borrow your lighter?” Your eyes glance between my lighter and my eyes.

I nod and hand it over, watching you carefully as you light your cigarette. I then hold out my hand and wait for you to give my lighter back. I think to myself about all the ways to yell at you if you refuse to give it back, but, you give it back gently. Your hand brushes mine and I feel the warm heat of your hand against the coldness of mine. I put my lighter back.

“Thanks.” You murmur before taking a drag.

I nod silently, turning my eyes to the ground. My mind wanders to a million things at once all while attempting to avoid the thought of asking you if you happen to like girls. Every thought though, leads back to you. Like a terrible kiddie train ride that never leads anywhere but back to the start. The smell of cigarettes is in the air between us. Earthy, but acrid. Like if dark chocolate smelt how it tasted. Something about the smell between us leaves me craving more, not just the smell but what your lips would taste like mixing with mine. I glance over at your full lips and your way too beautiful eyes. I turn my gaze back down to the pavement. I feel time start to pass by, the couple making up, and the uber driver picking up the drunkards. I swallow hard as I see my cigarette start to get to the end, therefore, the end of this strangely sensual moment with you. I want to talk more but I feel nerves rise up in my throat in a way not like in the bar, but like sending a message to a number you got from a cute girl. I don’t even truly know if you’re gay yet, but I feel myself hoping.

“So, escaping from the inside? They really need ac in there.” Your voice is smooth, alluring, and more importantly, charismatic.

I nod, “yea…”

“Oh so you can talk?” You give me a bit of a snarky smile.

I roll my eyes and scoff, “when I want to.”

“Well, do you want to now?” Your head tilts a bit.

“Seems like you want to.” I glance at you feigning annoyance.

“Oh fuck off.” You huff and roll my eyes, clearly a bit bothered by my comment.

I hesitate before swallowing hard, “are you gay?”

“Yes.?” You give me a look that could only be classified as sassy, and holy fuck it makes me want to take you home.

I nod softly, “you look it.”

“Girl what is your problem? If you don’t want to talk to me then don’t, you don’t have to insult me to prove you don’t want to talk.” You’re getting frustrated and a part of me gets excited, and it’s not my brain but between my legs.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Girl, I’m trying to fuck you.” I put out my cig and toss it.

You pause, “oh.” You take a second before saying, “I’m not into straight girls.”

I pause, stunned, “GIRL-“ I raise my voice then remember where I am and take a deep breath, “I mean, I’m not straight. I’m gay. Also what part of me says straight so I can fix it… please.”

“Your fucking nails.” You gesture to my acrylics.

“Okay those are staying I have a mouth. But anything else?”

You pause, processing before laughing a bit, “you’re kinda funny.”

I huff a bit and roll my eyes, flipping my hair over my shoulder in a bit too dramatic of a gesture.

“Okay maybe I should’ve known you were a princess ass femme not a straight girl” you mutter and I give a proud smile.

“Yuh. Girl I chose my cig brand based off which one did campaigns for feminism. And my lighter is bedazzled, and my nails are fucking colors of the lesbian flag. I feel like you’re just blind.”

“YOU asked me if I was gay.” You scoff.

“Well it’s cuz I want to fuck you and I wanted to be forward. Sorry I suck, would you prefer I started with saying ‘omg you’re so prettyyy’”

You pause and stare at me like I’m being audacious, “you are so bratty, makes me want to see if you can handle my strap.”

I shrug and smile flirtatiously, “oh I can handle it. Can you handle my mouth though?”

You move closer to me, so you’re in-front of me with my back pressed against the cold brick wall.

“Do you live around here?” You cross your arms and I admire your biceps not so discreetly.

I nod, “yup. Do you have a car and are you sober?”

You nod and I lean forward.

“Wanna get out of here?” I say softly, my eyes looking up at you through my falsies.

“Fuck yeah.” You mutter, gently grabbing my hand.

I interlace our fingers and we head to your car. You open my door and I get in then lean over the center console and open your door for you from the inside. You get in and I cross my legs, watching as you start the car.

“Go straight for two stop signs, then at the third turn left and I’ll point out my house.”

You follow my instructions, and when we get to my house you park and I drag you into my home, barely closing the front door before I’m pressed up against it, your fingers running along the very short hem of my skirt. I pant as your hand trails to my ass and grabs it, your lips on mine and our breaths mixing. I groan as I kick off my heels and you take off your shoes. I pull back and grab your hand, smiling a bit as I drag you upstairs to my room, it’s dark and moody in my room, I flick on my lamp.

“can’t you turn the ceiling light on..?” You murmur.

“Never speak blasphemy in-front of me again. Take your clothes off now before I rip them off.” I start unzipping my dress and hurriedly taking it off.

You watch me with pure lust in your eyes as you take off your shirt and your pants, leaving you in boxers and a sports bra. I bite my lip and pull you back in to kiss. You walk me back to my bed and I gasp softly as you push me back on it. You move ontop of me, your thigh between mine as you kiss me. I groan and grind down against it, your hands exploring my breasts even though they have a bra covering them. I moan softly as you kiss my neck, your fingers going behind me, I help you by lifting up slightly, my brain getting filled with needy thoughts as you take my bra off and then pull back to admire my bare chest. You move slightly and the next thing that goes is my underwear. I spread my legs and sit up slightly.

“It’s not fair that I’m fully nude now while you still get to hide behind your underwear.” I pout slightly.

You roll your eyes before taking off your sports bra and I smile happy as could be. I move off the bed as you step back, I fall to my knees and pull your boxers down. I watch as your eyes are fully on me, as if I’m the only thing in the world. I lean forward and lick your pussy, slow and teasing at first before moving to actually eating you out while you’re still standing. Your fingers move to my hair and you grip my hair so tight it makes me feel my pussy getting wet. I moan out softly, continuing to eat you out as your hand messes up my perfectly styled hair. I look up at you as I eat you out, watching your face twist in pleasure that leaves me grinding against nothing due to how beautiful you look. Your grip tightens and your moans get more desperate as I keep going.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby” you moan out, your hips grinding against my face.

I let you ride out your orgasm on my face before slowly pulling back. I stand up and you push me against my bed, spreading my legs before pressing a finger inside my wet pussy. I gasp and spread my legs wider for you, letting you fuck me with your finger. You add a second and curl it, making me feel things that make me feel so good it’s sinful. I grind against your fingers, pulling you down in for a kiss as you fuck me on your fingers. I whine and moan out, desperate and hungry for you. My legs twitch and squirm as I get closer, my brain getting fuzzy as I cum all over your fingers, grinding and letting out little pleas for more. You groan and remove your fingers, continuing to kiss me but moving the kisses down my body, stopping at my nipples to give them attention. I whine out as I feel your tongue on my nipples. I drool and grind against the air, feeling suddenly very empty. I grip your hair as your fingers rub my clit while you suck and kiss my nipples just right. I whine and pant, mg body unable to keep up with the amount of pleasure and cumming again.

“Oh god yes daddy…” I whine out, throwing my head back.

You pull back and I pant, guiding you to lay back and spread your legs. I start eating you out again. This time sloppier, drooling and whining as I eat it, still very happy but also already feeling the effects of two really good orgasms back to back. You pull me back and I whine, looking at you pathetically.

“I want you to sit on my face while you eat me out so I can keep fucking your pretty little pussy into oblivion.”

I pause before doing as told, my cheeks burning and my pussy dripping from the way too hot dirty talk. I start eating you out again, this time letting out little moans that vibrate through your pussy, all from your tongue on me. I whine and grind back against your face, my tongue busy with your pussy and my mind so foggy from feeling good you’d need a flashlight to see what I’m thinking. I drool on your pussy as I get closer, my brain all mush from your attention. You slap my ass and I jolt and whine out, getting wetter, something I know you can feel. You pull back from my pussy slightly.

“Do you like that?” You murmur as your thumb teases my hole, “do you like it when I slap your pathetic little ass?”

I whine and nod, “fuck yes…” my hips grind back and I get another slap.

You go back to eating me out and I go back to eating you, albeit sloppy as I’m experiencing mind blowing pleasure. I grind back as I get closer and closer while eating you like I’m starving, my nails digging into your thighs in a way that’s sure to leave marks by morning. I rut back as I get closer, feeling your tongue getting sloppy as you also get close to cumming. I whine out and let out sobbing moans as I cum on your face, and as you cum on my tongue.

Cw: breath play, over stim, fucking in the bathroom

I hear footsteps behind me and glance behind me, just to see a masked figure following behind me. It’s an ornate ball mask and I swallow hard, the figure’s hair is done nicely and I scan their body, my eyes lingering on her chest before flicking back up to her eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to seem like a creep, just wanted to chat.” Her voice is smooth, like something I’d listen to while fingering myself late at night.

“Ah, it’s okay.” I whisper, strained slightly.

“I like your mask a lot.” She steps closer and her fingertips graze my ballroom mask.

“Thanks… made it myself.”

“Really?” She pauses, “you’re very artistic. A lot better than me, I just bought mine.”

“Thank you…”

She hesitates, biting her soft full lips in a way that makes my eyes linger on them.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” She seems a bit nervous.

I shake my head, “no no, sorry I’m just….” I fiddle with my hands, “not used to these kinds of events. Don’t leave, you’re not a bother.”

She laughs a bit, “that’s okay I just didn’t want to make it seem like I was coming on too strong.”

Her hand grazes my nervous fingers, gently rubbing a thumb over them to still them.

“Uhm… I…” I feel my face burn hot.

Her hand drops from mine and I flush embarrassed.

“So… I noticed your nails. Two short?”

“Uhm yes…” I whisper, “it’s practical.”

She raises an eyebrow, “is it?”

I nod and she smiles in a way that’s way too attractive to exist. I swallow hard as she takes my hand and admires my nails.

“No pillow princess over here huh?” She runs her thumb across my knuckles.

I shake my head, “no… part of the fun is… uhm…” I flush more.

“Cat caught your tongue?” Her voice is low and seductive in a dangerous way.

I inhale sharply, my eyes on hers, my brain thinking of all the ways to fuck and get fucked by her. She places a hand on my hip.

“Want to see if the bathroom is open?” She murmurs into my ear.

I nod softly and she takes my hand and leads me down the hall away from the main ballroom and into a unisex toilet, locking the door behind us. Her hand goes behind my head and pulls me closer to her. She kisses me in a way that makes my pussy crave her lips on it. I let out a little pleased sound against her lips and she presses me against the counter, lifting me up and setting me on it. She hikes up my skirt and petticoat until she has access to my pussy. She pulls back and groans, running a finger along my panties.

“Look at that.” She mutters, “somehow these fit you perfectly. So delicate, yet so teasing. Makes me want to ruin you.”

I bite my lip and grind against her hand as she rubs me through my panties. My head falling back as she rubs just right to get my pussy wet and begging for more. She pulls my panties to the side and her finger teases my entrance and I whine.

“Come on, please?” I whisper out.

She groans and presses it in. I let out a little whimper as she starts fucking me with her finger. I hump her hand pathetically as she inserts a second.

“God damn, you’re greedy aren’t you?” She murmurs and kisses my neck, “acting like a virgin getting touched for the first time.”

I whimper out, my hips rutting against her hand, “n-not far off…”

She pauses, “what?”

I whine softly, “don’t stop, please…”

“No, no, answer me, are you a virgin?” Her hand stays still.

I hesitate before nodding, “yes, please keep going.”

I grind my hips against her fingers desperately, riding them to get my pleasure at this point.

She groans, “fuck it, I’ll pop your cherry.”

She adds another finger and I pant, whining out as she curls them in. My head tilts back and she kisses my neck, nipping at my exposed neck and collar bones as she fucks me with her fingers. I let out little moans and gasps as her other hand works my clit, getting me almost to the edge before she pulls both away.

“Fuck…no, come on?” I whine out, “almost there just keep going please?”

She shakes her head gently and kisses my jaw, “I’m gonna make you see god before you leave this bathroom, so just trust me.”

I whine softly, “meanie.”

She scoffs, “yeah sure.”

She moves down to a squatting position, her ass touching her heels and her face right in-front of my pussy. I tilt my head softly and then let out a little gasp as she leans forward and licks me. She smirks softly, her full lips and eyes making for a tempting view.

“Look at that. Bet you’ve never had someone’s mouth down here. Have you?”

I shake my head and spread my legs wider. She groans and leans forward, grabbing either side of my outer thighs and pulling me in, I use my hands to support myself against the counter as she eats me out. I let out a desperate moan as she licks just right to send my brain into a frenzy.

“Oh fuck- oh god… mh…” I let out a little whimper.

I rut my hips against her face as she continues to eat me out, her hands gripping my thighs. The heat from her tongue contrasts with the cold from the counter as I attempt to get even closer to her, my legs closing around her head slightly as I get closer. I whimper as she licks my clit just right to send me over the edge, grinding my hips against her face as she holds me against her so I can’t escape.

“Yes- oh my god yes, thank you” I sob out a bit louder than intended.

She eventually pulls away and I rest against the counter whimpering slightly, my clit all sensitive from the use.

“Pretty girl.” She murmurs and kisses me gently.

I pant softly as she moves away and lets me breathe for a second. I watch as she stands up and stretches and I sit there, my pussy still wet and my skirts still hiked up.

“I thought you said you’d make me see god…” I whisper, challenging.

She pauses, “what’s that?”

She looks at me and I flush, “uhm… thought you said you would make me see god.?”

She scoffs, “you’re one needy little brat aren’t you?”

She steps back towards me and I swallow hard. She wraps her hand around my throat.

“Want me to make you see god?” She leans close to my ear.

I nod softly and she grips my neck slightly, my brain going fuzzy.

“Then I’m not gonna go gentle. I’m gonna fuck your little brain out of this head.”

I pant softly as her other hand grips my breasts through my dress and I whimper as her hand goes behind me and unzips my dress. She pushes the top section down before undoing my strapless bra and exposing my breasts.

“Look at them pretty things.” She murmurs and her hand leaves my neck, one hand on my hip the other rubbing my clit while she sucks my nipples.

I pant and moan out, my brain getting all fuzzy. I grind against her hand desperately as she fucks me with her fingers hard and fast. She slips a third finger in and I let out a pathetic whine, struggling to adjust to both the fast pace and the stretching. She keeps going though and my brain starts short circuiting, so focused on the pleasure that my mouth no longer quiets the sounds that she causes. I let out pathetic moans and nonsensical pleas.

“Oh yes, mh fuck, like that oh my god yes” I whimper out.

She removes her mouth from my nipple to kiss me passionately, I drool slightly from overwhelming pleasure making the kiss messy but sweet all at the same time. She pulls back and goes back to kissing and licking at my nipples.

“There oh my god-“ I whine out as she hits just the right spot with her fingers.

I grind against her fingers desperately as I approach my orgasm fast. She keeps going as I cum on her fingers, letting out whines and my eyes rolling back.

“God yes- fuck yes- mh-“ I whine out, one of my hands going to the back of her neck and pulling her in for a desperate kiss as I ride out my orgasm.

She keeps going past my orgasm and I feel stars spark in my eyes almost from how good it feels. She kisses along my neck, biting and licking at points that leave me squirming and begging for both mercy and more. I rut against her fingers and she moves a hand down from my hip to my clit and rubs it while I feel my orgasm build again. My jaw going slack and my legs tensing and wrapping around her waist and pulling her in as I cum.

“Fuck oh- yes- oh my god yes-! Thank you oh fuck…” I whimper out as I finish my third orgasm.

She finally pulls out and gives me a gentle kiss.

“There we go. All better?”

I nod and let out a content sigh.

Cw: hair pulling, oral, praise

My eyes slowly open, I’m on your chest and the light is filtering through the sheer curtains. It’s golden at this hour, and the clock next to our bed reads 7 am. I yawn softly, slowly getting up and heading to the bathroom. I brush my teeth then head to the kitchen, drinking a glass of water before starting breakfast. I pull eggs from the fridge and crack four into a bowl, scrambling them with milk and some seasonings from the cupboard. I get a pan out and melt butter in the pan before putting two slices of sourdough down and toasting them. Once they’re done I set them to the side and put some more butter in the pan and start cooking the eggs. I yawn as I stir the pan, soft scrambling the eggs and then putting them on the toasted sourdough. I get an avocado out and slice it into thin nest slices before fanning them out ontop of the toast slices. I place our plates on a tray along with a coffee for you and a glass of juice for me. I hum softly as I make my way back into our room. I set the tray next to you and straddle your lap, pressing kisses against your face.

“Baby… wake uppp” I say into your ear softly as I kiss your neck.

You groan and your hands meet my waist and you pull me down on-top of you.

“I made you coffee.” I kiss your collar bone.

You sigh softly and let go of me and I get off you and hand you your coffee as you sit up. I smile happily as I put the tray on your lap and eat my toast while you drink your coffee. I watch you intently and sip my juice while you eat. You glance up.

“What sweetheart?”

“Spread your legs pretty please mistress?” I give you a flirty smile.

You place the tray to the side, spreading your legs and sipping your coffee, waiting. I move inbetween them and start kissing and licking your pussy through your underwear. I nip and bite your thigh before tugging your underwear down, exposing your pussy. I lick your clit and hum in approval.

“Mistress you taste so good…”

I lick you slowly and teasingly, a finger going to your pussy and teasing your hole before slowly entering. I suck on your clit while looking up at you through my lashes, curling my finger while licking and circling your clit with my tongue greedily. I drool a bit and my eyes flutter shut for a second as I enjoy your pussy. My brain focusing on the smell and taste of your pussy as I eat it out. I hum in approval as you grind against my face. You set your coffee down and slip your hand into my hair, tugging it slightly and pressing me into your pussy. I let out a pleased sigh as I eat you out with you gripping my hair. You continue to grind and hump against my face, letting out beautiful moans that just spur me on. My whole mind and body on cloud nine while you use my face to get off. Your hips grind down as you let out stuttered swear words as you cum on my tongue. I let you ride out the high before pulling away, licking the finger that was inside of you and smiling like I won the lottery.

“Thank you mistress for feeding your pet.”

Cw: cnc, impact play, breath play, bruises, oral, masochism, sadism, degradation, praise
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A slap comes down hard against my cheek and I swallow hard, turning my head towards the ground. Your hand grabs my face and forces me to look at you.

“Pathetic. What happened to you saying you could handle anything I gave you?” You mutter, “ready to give up yet?”

I grit my teeth, “never. I’ll never tell you where the map is.”

You scoff, letting go of my face and starting to take off your thick leather jacket. I watch curiously, my brows furrowing slightly as you take off your belt that holds your scabbard and gun. You set them to the side with your captains hat and then take off your linen shirt. I swallow hard as I see your bare chest. You undo your pants and they drop next, kicking your boots off with them. You’re in nothing but your drawers now. And my eyes are on your well formed breasts intensely.

“If beating the shit out of you hasn’t worked yet,” You murmur, stepping closer and running a hand along my bruised face and neck, “I’m gonna fuck it out of you.”

I scoff, “as if I’d say yes to that.”

“Oh sweetheart, that’s where you are wrong, I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

I swallow hard as you grab your knife from your belt and cut open my front gown. It’s a simple garment but still pricey enough that I inhale sharply as I see the rough torn edges as you strip me of my outer garments, using the knife to cut away excess fabric until I’m just in my corset and split drawers. They’re ruffled and ornately made for such an intimate item that no one should be seeing.

“Look at that.” You murmur as you trace the tip of the knife across the top of my breasts, “I didn’t know such a pretty set was hiding under such a modest top set.”

I swallow hard as you reach behind me, I try to squirm away but you just pull away slightly and slap me across the face as if telling me to quit it. I flinch and stop moving, you use the knife to cut the lacing out from my back and rip my corset off. I close my eyes as if that will stop you as you next rip my split drawers off, leaving me nude and tied to a chair for your viewing pleasure.

“Look at that. Such a pretty girl. Shame I have to do this to you, if I didn’t…” you murmur and run a hand along my body, “oh I’d make sure all you’d be mighty happy with me.”

I open my eyes and frown, “I’d never be with a bitch like you.”

You grab my nipple and pinch it hard and I let out a mix between a pained groan and a gasp.

“What was that?” You smirk and set your knife to the side and soothe my nipple with your thumb.

I bite my tongue and watch as your hand moves down to my pussy. I try to squirm away as you rub my clit. Despite the nature of this situation I can’t help but get aroused, especially since you are my type after all. Despite my words I know for a fact if I wasn’t your enemy I’d also be with you more than willingly. I watch as your hand slides down from my clit to my hole. You rub it slightly before slipping a finger in.

“So wet…” you murmur, “if you just give me the location of the map now I can make this nice for you, I can make you cum nice and well and ice your bruises for ya…”

I shake my head, “f-fuck you…”

You slam a second finger in my and I jolt, whimpering out as you set a rough and almost painful pace with your fingers. Your fingers curl and I attempt to squirm away from the rough treatment.

“Come on girl. Give me the map, and we can stop this shit.” You mutter, grabbing my neck with your other hand.

“N-no! Go to hell.” I glare at you.

“god damn it you little bitch.” You remove your fingers and slap my thigh hard, hard enough that it starts to bruise.

You step back and head to your nightstand and pull out a glass dildo, coming back to me and pressing it against my entrance. I whimper as you force it in, the cold making me clench around it. You start fucking me with it, watching my face twist in both pain and pleasure as the too long dildo hits my cervix over and over again. I pant and whine out as it keeps going. Your other hand rubs my clit and I pant, my eyes rolling back. Despite all your talk you see my face bunch up from too much pain, and the dildo just goes in enough to watch my eyes roll back and my jaw go slack.

“Mhh… fuck…” I whine out.

“That good?” You murmur almost gently.

I nod and pant, feeling an orgasm building. I whimper out as you kiss me, that pushing me sharply over the edge as I cum. I moan and let out nonsensical murmurs as I cum. My hips grinding against your hand and dildo desperately as I ride out my high. You pull back slightly, slowly thrusting the dildo inside me.

“Wanna tell me where it is now?” You kiss my collar bone.

“No…” I whisper out, my brain fuzzy.

“That was a much gentler no than usual… was an orgasm all it took to sedate you into a lil kitten for me?”

I squirm a bit the dildo still hitting every place that I need to feel good. I stay silent though, not answering your question.

“Come on baby, tell me where it is…” you murmur and kiss my ear.

“I can’t…” I whisper out.

You remove the dildo and I whine softly. You place soft kisses down my neck and chest to my stomach, then gently kiss across my thighs. I squirm a bit, my brain fuzzy with arousal now. My hips keep jerking forward desperate for you to place kisses on my pussy. Your hands go to my hips and still them before placing a kiss on my clit. I inhale sharply and watch as you start licking and kissing my pussy. I whine out as your fingers enter my pussy and your tongue works its magic on my clit. My legs twitch and squeeze around your head. I whine as your free hand goes to my outer thighs and keeps my legs on your head as you eat me out. I tug against my restraints as you keep eating me out, my hips stuttering and grinding against your face.

“Oh my god, fuck, like that…” I moan out, my heart feeling like it’s going to beat out of my chest.

Your tongue keeps moving and your fingers curl in me slightly, making me cum hard, my brain a mess from your tongue. I whine and let out swear works and intelligible sounds of pleasure. I ride out my orgasm on your face and you pull back, licking your fingers then kissing me. I pant and look at you with a fucked out expression.

“Where’s the map sweetheart?” You murmur.

“Ngh…” I pant and my head falls back, and I shake it slightly, a clear no.

I feel your hand wrap around my neck and pull me to look at you.

“Tell me.” You say firmly.

I shake my head once again and you groan, letting go of my neck and grabbing the dildo again, this time though when you press it into me you force my legs close than grab rope and tie them shut, trapping the dildo inside me. I whimper as it presses against everything I want without giving me what I need. You go to your set of torture tools and pull out a long switch and smack my thigh. I jolt and whimper as the dildo moves inside me. I squirm and grind against the dildo, the red mark on my thigh bruising quickly. you land another hit and I let out a mix between a pained groan and a pleading moan. You land another sharp smack with the switch across my thighs, and I pant and test my restraints.

“Tell me sweetheart.” You murmur.

“N-never” I whisper out.

You smack my thighs again and I grit my teeth, “you need to stop playing tough and tell me.”

I shake my head and a smack comes across my bare chest and I let out a whimper. My body is shaking at this point and despite the pain my pussy is wet from being stretched and pleasured. You step closer and grab my neck, holding it firmly.

“Come on baby, just a hint and I’ll stop.”

I swallow hard and glance at the ground before muttering out.

“Land hideout.”

You pause, clearly not expecting me to tell you anything. Your hand loosens around my throat and you give me a gentle but passionate kiss.

“That’s my girl. You did so well for me baby.”

You untie my legs and they fall apart uselessly. I pant as you gently remove the dildo and then untie my hands. I rub my wrists as you grab a salve and rub it on my bruises and blisters. It soothes the burn of them so sweetly that I let out a soft content sigh. Next you clean up my pussy with a cloth and then kiss my neck gently. I let out a soft sigh as you pick me up and set me in your bed, putting the blanket on me. A part of me fears that you’ll find out I lied but the other is more than happy with the sweet words and actions.

Cw: mafia, threatening, knife play, writing, masochism, sadism, impact play, bruises, degradation, praise, humiliation, strap, mild ddlg (but butchxfemme type)

I feel the knife on my neck before I see you. I take a shaky breath in, my body tensing.

“I heard you’re having a lil trouble keeping your mouth shut.” You murmur into my ear.

I stay silent for a second, my brain processing the fact that the person I’m supposed to be getting information on is now holding a knife to my neck.

“I-I…” I swallow hard.

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” Your other hand holds my hip so I can’t move away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I whisper.

“Don’t play dumb. I hear you’re the lil rat ruining all my deals.” Your fingers dig into my hip.

“I wasn’t! I swear” I whisper out, my body stiffening.

“You’re a little fucking liar that’s what you are. I bring you in here with little expectations but for you to sit and look pretty and sort out my money, and here you are, ruining my fucking plans.”

I pause, “so you think I’m pretty?” I smile a bit despite the situation.

You groan, “oh my fucking god do you even have ears??? Are these for decor? You have such selective hearing.” You tap the side of my head with the non knife holding hand hard.

I look back at you slightly, trying to look at your face even with the restrained position. You remove the knife from my neck and turn me around and press me against my desk.

“God damn it. Why do you have to look at me like that?” You mutter, “makes me feel bad for this… why’d you do it? Had the easiest job, yet still had to find a way to betray me.”

“I…” I hold my tongue, keeping my true feelings away.

“Why did you have to be the rat? My precious little girl, and you were the rat.” Your hand wraps around my throat, “you know I’m gonna have to do something about it right?”

“Yes…” I whisper, “I just hoped I’d be able to leave before it got to this point.”

You pause, “leave?” You scoff, “you wanted to LEAVE me?”

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad…”

“In what manner does it NOT sound bad? You wanted to leave me.” Your brows furrow and your hand tightens around my neck, “you wanted to fucking leave ME? In what world would you think I’d be letting you go? You’re my property. You became it when you stepped in here.”

I gasp a bit, struggling to breathe, “I needed to.”

“Needed to?” You murmur, moving closer, our breaths mingling, “what? Couldn’t handle being around me?”

I hesitate.

“Am I that bad?” You murmur, a hint of hurt crossing your eyes.

“No… it’s the opposite” I whisper out hoarsely.

Your hand loosens, “do you… like me?” A smirk crosses your face.

I flush embarrassed, confirming all that you need to know.

“You fucking like me. The girl who makes snide comments about me and constantly acts like I’m an annoyance, likes me? Likes me enough to try and escape me?”

“Motherfucker.” I mutter.

You slap me across the face and I gasp, my head snapping to the side, “remember who’s the one with power here.”

I rub my cheek, tears in my eyes, “I just wanted out. Okay?”

“Out of what? Your feelings for me?” You cage me in with your arms against my desk, “tell me, were they innocent feelings or… or did you cum to the idea of me?”

I freeze, “shut up.” My face burns hot.

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?” You lean even closer and I try to move back but you just grab the back of my head, keeping me close, “stay still.”

I squeak softly as you lean even closer, your lips almost against mine.

“So, you got a crush, and instead of just coming up and asking if I’d fuck your little brain out of your head… you betrayed me then tried to leave? That’s not exactly smart now is it?”

I swallow hard my eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes, “I don’t just want sex.”

“Well then excuse me, what DO you want? Tell me, baby.”

“I want you…” I murmur, my eyes on your lips, “I want sex, and I want you to be mine”

“Well, I don’t take being together lightly, if I were yours, and you were mine fully… you wouldn’t be allowed to leave, not even if you tried to betray me… if you did I’d just lock you up and keep you in my room to be pampered and used whenever I pleased…”

I swallow hard and my brain runs through all the ways I’d be used.

“And would… would you be all mine?” I murmur.

“All yours baby.” You gently rub my scalp, a soothing sensation.

“And is it still…. possible?” I whisper.

“Depends on if you’re willing to repent for your little rat ass attempt to leave.”

“What… do I have to do?”

You smirk slightly, “just listen to me and let me punish you.”

I nod slightly, my eyes now on your eyes. You close the gap and kiss me and I kiss back, my hands gently going to your belt and holding onto the belt loops. I pant as you kiss me, my brain melting into goo as you nip my bottom lip and press me up against my desk, lifting me to sit on it then spreading my legs. Your hand strokes my thigh, my pencil skirt about to my mid thigh even with my legs spread out for you. You pull back and I watch you, my breathing is a bit erratic and my pupils are blown with pure lust.

“So beautiful.” You murmur as you set the knife to the side and grab one of my pens.

Your hand strokes my cheek before heading down my throat to the buttons of my shirt. you rip open my shirt, tearing the buttons off. when you finish removing my shirt you stare at my red lacy bra and groan.

“Oh look at that. All nice and on display huh?”

I pause then nod obediently, still processing if this is real. You uncap my pen and write on my chest, ‘daddy’s good girl’. I watch you write across my chest then flush.

“Daddy.?”

“Yeah baby?” You murmur and place a kiss on my jaw before setting the pen down.

“No I was just confirming that’s what it said…”

“Got a problem with it?”

“Ah… no…” I whisper.

You pull me off my desk and move me to bend over it.

“Look at that nice ass. I’ve been staring for awhile but never been able to do quite what I want to it…” your hand strokes my ass, groping it slightly.

I stay silent, my brain struggling to process that this is actually happening. Your hand comes down on my ass hard and I gasp, the slap resounding in the room.

“You’re gonna get ten spankings for today. And if I hear you complain about it, I’ll double it.”

I nod slightly, trying to hide the way the first one made my pussy so wet I can feel my panties getting soaked. The second spanking comes down and I grip onto the table, my brain fuzzy at this point with the hard smacks. Way harder than anything I’ve ever had someone do to me before. Way better too. I swallow hard as the third comes through and I bite my lip, my pussy twitching.

“How you doing sweetheart?” You murmur, rubbing my asscheek and checking in on my body language.

I whimper, “good… keep going daddy… punish me…”

“Oh…” I can practically hear your smirk, “so you like being punished huh? That’s unexpected out of such an innocent looking girl like yourself…”

Another smack comes down and a gasp escapes my mouth. I bite my lip as you hit me again on my ass, totaling up to five spankings so far.

You kiss my lower back, “taking your punishment so well. Five more.”

I nod and whimper as you switch which side you aim for as you slam down on my other cheek hard. My nails dig into the desk, leaving little marks in the ornate wood. Another comes down and I can’t resist grinding back against the air, my pussy soaked at this point. You rub my ass gently before smacking my ass again, a bit harder this time. I whine out and rock my hips backwards.

“Fuck, are you getting all horny because of this sweetheart?”

I pant a bit and hesitate before nodding.

“Fucking perfect that’s what you are.” You murmur before giving me the ninth spanking, “one more then we’re at ten, let’s finish off strong sweetheart.”

Your hand rubs my asscheek, waiting for some form of response and I nod slightly and let out a little mhm. Your hand comes down way harder than any of the times before and I gasp, letting out a sound mixed between a pained groan and a moan.

“Fuck, daddy…” I whine out, pressing my forehead against the desk and wiggling my ass backwards.

You groan and lift up my skirt, hiking it up above my ass to reveal my matching red panties. You pause and I glance back.

“All nice and matching for me, huh?”

“…I just do it because I like matching sets makes me feel put together…” my voice is barely a whisper.

“Well… I love it.” Your fingers play with my panties before pulling them to the side to reveal my wet pussy.

I whine softly as you tease my hole before slowly sinking one of your fingers in. I feel it curl just right inside of me and let out a pleased sound as you start fucking me with it. Eventually adding a second finger and stretching me out. I pant and whine as your fingers rub and curl into all the spots that makes my legs feel weak. My bruised ass adding to the pleasure. I grind back with a little whimper sound.

“M-more daddy…” I whisper out.

You groan and pull your fingers out of me.

“God fucking damn it. You’re making me go crazy when you use that nickname. Makes me wanna fuck you with my strap and mark you up all over.”

I pant and look back, “please… I need it…”

“God damn it whore.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair.

“Just for you…” I smile a bit, trying to play it cool despite my aching pussy.

“Okay fuck it.” You mutter and toss me my shirt, “follow.”

I wrap myself in my torn shirt and follow you out of my office and into yours. You lock the door behind us and pull out a strap on, setting it on your desk and pointing to me then at your desk.

“Sit.”

I obediently sit on your desk, removing my shirt and then my skirt, tossing them to the side. Meanwhile you take off your button up and slacks, revealing your sports bra and boxers, I bite my lip as I watch you remove both, putting the strap on. I spread my legs in-front of you as you adjust the strap.

“Fucking god, can’t believe you got me fucking you on my desk when I was supposed to be getting rid of you. Little brat.”

I smile and shrug and you slap me across the face. I gasp and rub my cheek, the pain just making me hornier. You pull my panties to the side and start pressing in. I whimper as I feel myself stretch around your strap. You hold my hips as you press in, digging into them with your finger tips with a bruising force. I gasp as I feel you fully enter me. My brain all fuzzy already at the sensation. Just as I’m about to get used to the too good sensation you start fucking into me. I whimper out and feel your hand wrap around my throat and press me back against your desk so I’m laying down while you fuck me. I pant and moan out, my pussy making wet sounds from how rough you are and how wet I am. You squeeze my throat and I gasp out.

“Fuck- mh- daddy yes, like that” my eyes roll back slightly.

“My little fucking slut, taking all of my strap like a good little whore.”

I nod and whine out, your hand leaves my throat and goes to my clit, rubbing it as you fuck into me. I feel my orgasm start to build.

“Look at you, all pathetic for me, drooling and spreading your legs, willing to let yourself be degraded and beaten as long as you get to be fucked.”

I nod and whimper, “yours- all yours…”

You slap my thigh and I gasp, clenching around your strap. I whine out as I grind against it as I cum, riding out my high on your strap on. You slow down and I whimper pathetically as you eventually pull out, my brain and body a mess at this point from you. My legs spread and my pussy abused, my chest marked with your writing and my cheek bruised from you slapping me.

“There’s my good girl.” You murmur and kiss my shoulder, “missed you while you were busy trying to play rat. Glad to have you back.” You gently stroke my hair as if you weren’t just slapping me earlier.

“Mh… missed you too daddy…” I mutter out weakly.

Cw: heel fetish, boot fetish, boot humping, overstim, degradation, praise, impact play, restraints, threats, strap on, vibrator play, oral, slight voyeurism, masochism.

My heels clack against the ground as I walk, they’re a bit taller than my usual but I don’t want to admit to you that they’re a bit too tall. After all, you told me to wear them. The sound of my heels against the tile fills the kitchen as I make you a coffee, I place it on the tray with your breakfast then pick it up and start walking to your office, my feet hurt a bit and my ankles definitely feel the strain of staying up in these too tall heels. I knock on your door lightly and wait a second.

“Come in.” I hear your voice and open the door.

I set the tray on your desk and your eyes scan me up and down. From my too tall heels to my too short and too tight skirt it’s clear this outfit is more for a display of obedient discomfort than anything. I inhale sharply when your fingers slip between my thighs, gently stroking up and down my inner thigh.

“Look at you…” you murmur.

I breathe deeply as I spread my legs a bit for you. Your fingers trail up to my pussy and you rub my clit gently before removing your hand.

“Be a good girl and sit on my desk and spread your legs so I can see my property.”

My heart feels like it’s thumping out of my chest as I do as told. I spread my legs obediently and swallow hard as I watch you pick up your coffee and sip it. I stay still as you drink your coffee and eat your breakfast while my pussy is on display for you. You finish your breakfast slowly, making me wait in a position that is less than comfortable. When you finish your breakfast your fingers trace from my ankle to my thigh, making me shiver. I take a deep breath as those fingers trace patterns into my very inner thigh.

“Such a pretty little pet for me. Why don’t you start playing with yourself for me?” Your thumb brushes over my clit and I bite my lip.

“Yes master…”

You remove your hand and I move my hand down and rub my clit in-front of you, panting softly as I tease myself in-front of you. I slip my fingers into my pussy as you watch me, leaning back in your chair as I fuck myself in-front of you. I pant as my fingers curl and go faster. Little whimpers and panting sounds escape my mouth as I get wetter. You scoot closer and your fingers brush my heels.

“Do you like your gift?” You watch my face as I attempt to talk.

“Mh- yes…”

I pant as I get closer, my legs twitching and struggling to stay open. I pant as you stand up, my brain fuzzy as I imagine you taking over but you just head to your cabinet and grab a spreader bar. I whine as you come back and put it on me, forcing my legs to stay open. I pant and squirm as the bar digs into me slightly when I try to squeeze my legs together. You sit back down, watching me intently as I pleasure myself for you.

“Close…” I whimper out, flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh? Gonna cum for me and show me how pretty you look?”

I nod and whine as I shiver, my other hand digging into the desk as I get closer. I pant and whine as I hump my hand, my head going back and my eyes fluttering shut as I cum from my own hand. I let out desperate moans and nonsensical pleas. I gasp and bite my lip as I finish cumming, riding out my orgasm on my fingers. I pant softly and slowly pull them out and open my eyes, staring at you dazed. You stand up and give me a kiss on the forehead.

“So obedient.” Your fingers go between my thighs and rub my over sensitive clit, “I don’t want to let you go quite yet.”

I pant as I watch you step away and grab a vibrator from the cabinet along with handcuffs and come back to me. I bite my lip as you hand cuff my hands behind me and come to my front and insert part of the c shaped vibrator into me, one end pressing into my g spot and the other pressing into my clit. I whine out as you turn it on, the vibrations from both ends making me squirm. You sit back down, pushing the tray to the side and starting back on paperwork while I’m trapped with a vibrator stimulating me internally and on my already over sensitive clit. I squirm as the pleasure gets intense, making me see stars. My nails dig into your desk as I pathetically squirm, attempting to get away from how good I feel. Your phone rings and I bite my lip as you answer it. I try to stay quiet as I feel overwhelming pleasure. I feel your hand on my thigh, trailing up to press the vibrator to make it go faster. I let out a choked moan.

“Oh fuck, daddy…” my head falls back and my pussy tenses around the vibrator.

You’re talking about something to one of your members but my brain is all fuzzy from pleasure, my pussy is so wet that it’s dripping at this point. I feel your fingers trail up to my thin shirt and slip under it, groping my breasts.

“Mhm. Just keep an eye out.” You say to the person on the phone and then hang up on them, “now did you need to be so noisy? Is it too good?”

I nod and whine, my hips quivering and jerking upwards as your hand slips under my bra and plays with my nipples. You set your phone down and your hand leaves my shirt, unbuttoning it then undoing my bra and exposing my pierced nipples. Your hand plays with one as my eyes flutter shut as another intense orgasm floods my senses. You remove your hand and start taking your clothes off. My eyes snap open and I watch eagerly as you take off your shirt, then your pants, then your bra. Your fingers tease at your waist band, knowing I’m watching intently.

“Please daddy…” I grind against the air pathetically.

“Awww… you sound so pretty when begging for me.” You remove your boxers and I groan, admiring you.

You undo my spreader but not the handcuffs and then drag me to get on mh knees. Your hand slips into my hair and you push my head to your pussy. I open my mouth and obediently start eating you out. Drooling as I experience overwhelming pleasure while getting face fucked. You tug on my hair as you use my face to get off.

“Mh that’s right. Do a good job for daddy or I might have to hurt you.” You threaten me as my mind gets fuzzier with submission.

Another orgasm builds and wracks through me, making me sob against your pussy. Tears streak down my face as you continue using my mouth. I let out little moans and whimpers against your pussy as I eat you out, my eyes fluttering closed. My hips grind pathetically against the air as I try my best to pleasure you. You let out a moan as you grind your hips against my face.

I let out a little pleased hum as you start to moan from my work. The handcuffs rattle as I attempt to free myself unsuccessfully as your hips get needier. My eyes open and I see your eyes on me intently, my fucked out and submissive state seeming to make you even closer to cumming on my face. You take a shuddering inhale as you roll your hips forward, letting out moans as you cum on my tongue. I let you ride out your orgasm on my face, swallowing and enjoying your taste enough to cum again, my body starting to ache from cumming so much. You pull back and watch me shiver and squirm.

“Please daddy, I-i need it off…” I whimper out, my legs shaking at this point.

“Oh yeah?” You say with fake sympathy, your hand stroking my cheek as I cry.

“Y-yes, fucking stop it already”

I gasp and my head snaps to the side and my cheek burns from you slapping me across the face.

“Now now, is that how we talk to me?” Your hand grasps my jaw tight and I whimper.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please daddy, I’m sorry” I ramble out, another orgasm building painfully.

Your boot goes between my thighs and you press the vibrator into me firmly as I cum again. I sob out and grind against your boot, my body quivering and my tears still falling.

“You need to repent I think.” You murmur and drag me to my feet.

My chest heaves as I cry, you bend me over the desk and pull the vibrator out, stopping it. I pant and breathe a sigh of relief. I whimper and hear you open the bottom drawer. I attempt to see what you’re doing but you slap my ass hard making me jerk.

“Still.” You order out and I nod a bit, resting my head against the desk grateful for the slight break.

I feel something press against my pussy and before I can process it you’ve thrusted your strap inside me. I gasp and feel you grab the center part of my hand cuffs, pulling me back against you as you fuck me roughly. I sob as you stuff my super sensitive pussy with your strap on. You slap my ass again as you keep fucking into me, my brain now a mess from you. My once graceful legs shaking from the intense pleasure. I sob out as I cum again, my legs a mess at this point from how many times I’ve came.

“Please daddy, please I cant, please no more, please please please?” I whine desperately.

“You gonna be good if I stop?” You slow your pace slightly.

“Yes, god yes, please I’ll be so good just please?” I squirm.

You kiss in-between my shoulders and pull out from my pussy. I pant in relief.

“There’s my good girl.” You gently un-cuff me.

Cw: dumbification, degradation, praise, masochism, impact play, breath play, strap on

The soft clacking of my keyboard fills the office room. My legs are crossed and I’m wearing your hoodie and some panties. The sun filters through the sheer curtains in our place, casting a beautiful golden look on the office where I sit writing. I shift slightly and yawn, unaware of your presence. As you walk up and come up behind me I look up at you from my sitting position.

“You’re back early.” I say softly, removing my hands from the keyboard.

“Mhm. I decided to cut my run short to see what you were up to.” You lean down and give me a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Just writing a report for work.”

I tilt my head up and pout a bit, making a kissy face until you kiss me on the lips softly.

“So smart hm?” You murmur against my lips and your hand wraps around my throat.

I go silent as you give my neck a soft squeeze, my pupils expanding and my brain getting fuzzy immediately.

“Uhm… uh…”

“Awww… processing?” You whisper, smirking a bit.

I bite my lip, “no…”

“Sure sweetheart.” You kiss my jaw and then my ear and I shiver.

You remove your hand from my throat and I look at you pouting.

“Stand up and hands on the desk.” You step back and I stand up and do as told.

You come up behind me and grab my hips with your hands. Your thumbs rub soothing circles into my hips as your lips grace my neck. I tilt my head to the side to allow better access as you kiss and nip at my neck.

“Now pretty girl, I think you need to be reminded how you’re just my dumb little slut.” Your fingers play with the waistband of my panties.

I whine softly, “maybe…”

You hum pleased as you pull my panties down, letting them bunch around my ankles. Your fingers tease my clit, rubbing it slightly before moving away. I squirm and attempt to get your fingers back on my clit but you just grab my hips to still me. I huff slightly but still myself obediently. Your hands move away and you step back but I stay where I am.

“Stay, I need to get something for my pretty girl.”

You walk away and I hear you head into our room but I stay put. I tap my fingers against the desk and look back at my work, thinking about what I could write next and what else I need to put in this report to make it complete. You come back and I look back at you, I’m still bent over how you instructed me to be. I glance you up and down, you’re wearing the big strap on and I take a deep breath in. You come up behind me and gently rub my hips with your hands, then slap my ass, making me inhale sharply. I lean forward a bit as your fingers tease my pussy, dipping in slightly before moving away.

“Please…” I whine and shift from one foot to the other.

“Awww, does my pathetic girl want me to prep her pussy for my big strap?”

I nod and squirm, trying to push my ass back on your hand. I get a harsh slap on my ass and I jolt. Biting my lip to suppress a moan as my pussy gets wetter. You rub a finger against my hole before slipping it inside and I let out a little pleased sigh. It curls to hit just the right spot and grip the desk, my nails digging into the desk. I grind back as you move it in and out so slow that it’s teasing me. You press in a second finger and I whine out, grinding against your hand desperate to get more. You slap my ass with your other hand and my pussy tightens around your fingers.

“F-fuck please? Daddy I need it…”

You inhale sharply and suddenly pick up the pace on fucking my pussy with your fingers. I gasp and let out little pants and moans as you do so, my nails now leaving marks in my desk as I claw at it. Suddenly you remove your fingers and I look back with a bit of a whimper. You give me a kiss on my shoulder as you line up the strap to my pussy and press in. I pant and squirm, adjusting my legs and hips to make it easier for you to stuff me full.

“Is that good sweetheart?” You murmur against my shoulder.

“Mh- yeah… getting so full daddy…” I pant and bite my bottom lip hard.

I gasp as you fully press in and start fucking me. I let out whines and pants, my brain already so fucked out that I sound like a dumb pet at this point. I’m drooling slightly even as your hand wraps around the front of my throat and you make me arch back into you as you fuck into my pussy, hitting every part of me to make it feel so good yet stretch me to the very limits.

“Whose pussy is this, sweetheart?” Your lips graze my ear and my eyes roll back a bit.

“Fuck, yes, yours daddy, all yours” I ramble out.

“That’s right my dumb little girl, this is my pussy to stuff full.”

I gasp as you keep fucking into me, your hand tightening slightly. My mind no longer thinking about anything but your strap and your body against mine. Turning me into a dumb little toy for you. I gasp as your hips roll against my pussy and tears prick my eyes. I feel my orgasm approach rapidly as you keep fucking into me, the harsh manner of it only making me wetter and more sensitive to your touch. I claw at the desk desperately as I cum, my hips squirming and fucking back against your strap as I do so. Even after I cum you keep going, my orgasm fading but the pleasure staying and overstimulation building. It starts to ache in a way that makes me let out louder and more desperate sounds, tears flooding down my face as I babble out incessant sounds that make no sense. I let out a sob as your hand slaps my ass, my legs quivering. My next orgasm comes quickly and leaves me a crying mess. I let out little pleas but none of them make sense as I drool and whine out for you.

“Daddy…” my voice is starting to get hoarse.

Your thrusts into me slow and you eventually stop, still inside my abused pussy though.

“Look at my dumb little girl, all fucked out. You’re just a good little toy for me now right?” Your hand goes to my jaw and you force me to look back at you.

I pant softly, my cheeks and eyes red and my face wet with tears and drool. I stare for a second before nodding obediently. I get a kiss as a reward and smile lazily, happy being your stupid toy.

Cw: puppy play, boot fetish, vibrator, masc x masc, oral, praise, degradation

I whimper as you tug on my collar with the leash, making me look up at you.

“Now now puppy, what do you need?” You murmur and press your boot against the front of my boxers.

I rut forward and whimper, “master please… let me cum…”

You groan a bit and step back a bit. you grab your boot strap and attach a vibrator to it, tightening the straps so it fits just right before coming back to me.

“You’re going to cum in your boxers.” You murmur.

You push your boot right under my pussy and then turn on the vibrator. You tug on the leash and I pant softly as I start grinding against your boot. My head falls forward as I rut pathetically against your boot. I keep letting out little whimpers as you press your boot into my pussy.

“Oh is my pretty little puppy gonna cum in her boxers for master?” You mutter and I nod pathetically, “pathetic dog.”

I pant and look up whining, some tears coming to my eyes as I rut forward, desperate for release. You wrap my leash around your fist to tighten it, keeping me close against you. Just as I’m about to cum you pull your boot away and I pant, starting to cry.

“Fuck fuck please master? I need it.” I whine out and grind against the air.

You smirk a bit, “take off my pants for me, pup.”

I bite my lip and my hands go to your pants, I unbutton them and pull them down, revealing your boxers.

“And boxers. You’re gonna lick your master’s pussy like a good little pet.”

I nod and remove your boxers, your other hand goes to my locs. You push me forward to your pussy, and I open my mouth. I drool a bit as you start grinding your pussy against my face. I start licking your pussy while you grind against my tongue. My eyes flutter shut as your boot comes back under my legs with the vibrator against my clit. I rut against your boot as you fuck my face, letting out whines as I taste you. Your hand on my leash tugs at it as you get closer to cumming. My own mind getting fuzzy with thoughts of being your good dog and nothing more.

“Come on puppy, master is almost there” you pant as you grind forward, “I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna lick it all up huh? You love master’s pussy don’t you?”

I nod and whine grinding my pussy against the vibrator. You grind forward as you cum, and I lick at you greedily. I pant as you push me back from your pussy, looking up at you pathetically as I grind against your boot. At this point my boxers are messy and so is your boot. I moan and my eyes roll back slightly as you raise your boot to press it into me, it feels so good it hurts but I drink it up, taking everything you give me. I gasp as I cum on your boot, humping it as I do so.

“There you go my handsome little puppy.” You stroke my head lovingly and I pant as I look up at you.

Cw: hair pulling, public sex, oral, bratting, threatening, praising

I cross my legs as I watch the women’s kick boxing tournament. My heart is pumping as my eyes go across your chest and body in general, you’re in your zone. The announcer providing as background noise that you ignore as you monitor your opponent. I’m just drinking in the sight of you, your slightly baggy shorts and your sports bra feeds me in a way no food could. I swallow hard as I watch you fight the person you were put up against. You’re slightly damp from sweat, the too warm arena sticky with humidity, there’s a big industrial fan but it does basically nothing for the room. I fiddle with my skirt as I watch, my body slowly feeling things that I know is definitely inappropriate for the moment. I fiddle with my bottom lip with my fingers, slightly pressing my painted nails into it and then running the tip of my finger across the mark. I intentionally breathe slowly, trying to calm my racing heart and raunchy thoughts. At this point I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I watch sweat drip down your back, my mind thinking of how good you’d smell and how wonderful it would be to have you smother me in your body. I clench my thighs together slightly as my brain imagines you guiding me to eat you out, I swallow hard as I watch you land a clean uppercut that marks you the winner. I watch your face scan the audience, your eyes meeting mine for a moment, my pupils blown from straight lust. I awkwardly stand up to go to the bathroom. I head in and take a deep breath, my body all too aroused for such a public space. No one told me that there would be such an attractive person at one of these, I just went to research for my writing and now I’m here all worked up. I mess with my hair and stare in the mirror, fixing my makeup and perfectly done cluster lashes. I always put them under the lashes rather than on-top to provide a natural but full look. I shiver slightly from my nipples brushing on my shirt as I move forward. I glance at my nipples through my shirt and adjust them so my nipple piercings are comfortable. I hear the bathroom door open and glance at it through the mirror and see you, I freeze slightly, but continue fixing my makeup, pulling out my lipstick from my purse. I slightly raise onto my toes as I apply fresh lipstick. My skirt definitely too short to be doing this unintentionally. I glance back and see your eyes on the bit of my ass peaking out from under my skirt and hold back a smirk.

“You fought good.” I say casually as I put my lipstick back.

“Oh yeah?” You tilt your head just a bit.

“Mhm. But I think I would’ve done better.” I turn around and lean against the bathroom counter.

“I think you’re fucking ridiculous.” You scoff, stepping closer.

I smirk softly and smile up at you through my lashes, “ooo, you’re rage baited easily.”

Your jaw clenches and you glance down at me, you’re only a bit taller than me but I’m leaning against the counter while you’re up straight. I lick my lips as I watch you put your arms on each side of me, caging me in.

“You know, you shouldn’t talk so much shit, what if I rocked your shit right here right now?”

I giggle a bit, “oh I’d love it, please do.”

You pause and furrow your brows, “are you into me?”

I nod bluntly, “yup. What gave it away?” I say sarcastically.

“You’re such a brat oh my fucking god” you groan.

I shrug a bit, “considering you’re still talking to me I’d say you don’t care huh?”

You scoff but check me out, I’m wearing a too short pleated skirt and a little cropped top with no bra on. My nipple piercings peeking through. I also have my nails perfectly manicured and short. Your eyes go back up to my eyes and I give you a sly smile as if I won something already.

“I so want to put you in your place.” You murmur.

“Then do it.” I say almost like I’m daring you to try.

Your hands go to my hips and you drag me into one of the stalls, locking it behind us. One hand goes up into my hair and you pull me into a rough kiss. My hands immediately go to your shorts and I fiddle with the waist band of your boxers. You pull back and start kissing my neck and I let out a soft pleasured sigh, my hand slipping under your boxers to rub your clit. Your free hand roughly pulls my shirt up and starts kissing on my chest and my hand stutters, my brain going fuzzy as your mouth lands on my nipples.

“Oh my god…” I mutter out.

Your tongue works around my piercing and I bite my lip to hold back the sounds threatening to come out of my mouth. My brain is a mess at this point with lust and my panties are soaked. Your hand slips from my hair down to my skirt and I feel you hike it up. I remove my hand from your boxers as I grip onto your hair. My body jerking forward and a gasp escaping as you push my panties to the side. Your fingers slip inside of my wet pussy and I grind forward, my body and mind a mess for you at this point. My head falls back against the bathroom stall as your mouth and hand work together to pleasure me. I grip your hair even tighter as I get closer. I rock forward, my mouth gaping as I feel my orgasm approach rapidly before I’m tipped over the edge by your tongue rolling over my nipple. I whine and push your head into my chest as I cum on your fingers. You let me ride out my orgasm using your fingers and when I finally slow you pull them out and kiss me gently.

“Came so well for me.” You mutter against my lips.

I pant softly before slipping down onto my knees in front of you. You frown a bit.

“That floor is so dirty don’t bother returning the favor.”

I roll my eyes not even giving a verbal response before pulling your shorts and boxers down to get to your pussy. I lean forward and start licking and tasting you. You taste like sweat and I groan softly, clearly enjoying it just a bit too much. I lap up the taste of you as your hand goes to my hair, guiding me where you want me. I look up at you with hazy eyes, drinking up the sounds that fall from your lips. Your hand tangles into my hair as I suck and lick your clit, drooling slightly. I slip a hand up and move a finger into you as I eat you out. I add a second after I deem you ready and curl them inside you as I eat you out. My eyes are still razor focused on you as if you’re the only thing in my mind. I move my fingers in and out of you while curling them, pushing you over the edge making you cum on my face. I pant and whine a bit as I lap up your cum from my fingers and then directly from your pussy. You pull me away by my hair and I smile up at you contently.

Cw: breathplay, degradation, top sub, manipulation (just a lil bit)

I bite my lip as I watch you stretch before stripping off your tunic. We’re supposed to be bathing but my mind keeps going to your pussy. I take off my tunic as well, slowly dipping into the water. It’s cold but the sun is warm. I sigh softly as I sink in, feeling my nipples harden, making the thin silver bars slide slightly. I dip down into the water quickly to wet my hair then pop my head back out, staring at your breasts as your nipples harden from the cool water hitting your skin.

“Stop staring you little she-wolf” you tisk and I huff softly.

“Can’t help it, you’re left unused for so long, you must be needy.” I stand up, my hair dripping from the water.

“Leave it.” You murmur as you take some soap and run it through your hair.

I pout but start washing myself, my eyes on you pathetically. You continue to wash yourself, ignoring me. I eventually get impatient and come closer, helping you rinse your body. My hands trail over your skin as I help you clean it and eventually they lead up to your breasts. I gently massage them, my fingers toying with your nipples. I lean forward and lick one, dragging it into my mouth to softly nip and suck at it. My other hand works on your other nipple and you let out a moan.

“Fuck, what are you doing?” You mutter.

I lead my hand down from your nipple to your pussy, gently rubbing your clit.

“Please master? Let me please your pussy…”

Your hand trails to the back of my neck, “fine…” you murmur out.

I groan excitedly and immediately push a finger into your pussy, curling it. I go back to working my mouth on your nipple as I finger you. My mouth salivates as I feel your pussy around my finger, I press a second in, working you open. I pull back from your nipple, kissing it before working my kisses up your chest and to your lips. I kiss them roughly as I walk you back to one of the rocks in the lazy river that flows around us. I push you up onto it after removing my fingers from your pussy temporarily.

“Oh gods yes.” I murmur as you spread your legs for me, showing me your pussy.

I pause before heading to the shore and grabbing my bag, quickly pulling out a dildo and coming back to you. I groan as I rub my fingers along your wet pussy before pressing the dildo in. I kiss you gently as I fuck you with the dildo. My hand rubs soothing circles into your thigh as I fuck you. Your hand trails up to my throat, holding it more as a warning to not stop. My hand moves from your thigh to your clit, rubbing circles into it as I fuck your pussy. My brain is fully focused on how amazing your body feels against mine at this point. I pull back and kiss across your chest, leaving little bite marks and playing with your nipples with my mouth as I fuck you. I nip at them as you cum from my touch.

“Fuck- fuck yes, good whore.” You groan, gripping my throat.